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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=409779" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Song Of Hiawatha VIII: Hiawatha's Fishing</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Forth upon the Gitche Gumee, <br>On the shining Big-Sea-Water, <br>With his fishing-line of cedar, <br>Of the twisted bark of cedar, <br>Forth to catch the sturgeon Nahma, <br>Mishe-Nahma, King of Fishes, <br>In his birch canoe exulting <br>All alone went Hiawatha.<br>Through the clear, transparent water <br>He could see the fishes swimming <br>Far down in the depths below him; <br>See the yellow perch, the Sahwa, <br>Like a sunbeam in the water,<br>See the Shawgashee, the craw-fish, <br>Like a spider on the bottom, <br>On the white and sandy bottom.<br>At the stern sat Hiawatha, <br>With his fishing-line of cedar; <br>In his plumes the breeze of morning <br>Played as in the hemlock branches; <br>On the bows, with tail erected, <br>Sat the squirrel, Adjidaumo; <br>In his fur the breeze of morning <br>Played as in the prairie grasses.<br>On the white sand of the bottom <br>Lay the monster Mishe-Nahma, <br>Lay the sturgeon, King of Fishes; <br>Through his gills he breathed the water, <br>With his fins he fanned and winnowed, <br>With his tail he swept the sand-floor.<br>There he lay in all his armor; <br>On each side a shield to guard him, <br>Plates of bone upon his forehead, <br>Down his sides and back and shoulders<br>Plates of bone with spines projecting <br>Painted was he with his war-paints, <br>Stripes of yellow, red, and azure, <br>Spots of brown and spots of sable; <br>And he lay there on the bottom, <br>Fanning with his fins of purple, <br>As above him Hiawatha <br>In his birch canoe came sailing, <br>With his fishing-line of cedar.<br>'Take my bait,' cried Hiawatha, <br>Dawn into the depths beneath him, <br>'Take my bait, O Sturgeon, Nahma! <br>Come up from below the water, <br>Let us see which is the stronger!' <br>And he dropped his line of cedar <br>Through the clear, transparent water, <br>Waited vainly for an answer, <br>Long sat waiting for an answer, <br>And repeating loud and louder, <br>'Take my bait, O King of Fishes!'<br>Quiet lay the sturgeon, Nahma, <br>Fanning slowly in the water, <br>Looking up at Hiawatha, <br>Listening to his call and clamor, <br>His unnecessary tumult, <br>Till he wearied of the shouting; <br>And he said to the Kenozha, <br>To the pike, the Maskenozha, <br>'Take the bait of this rude fellow, <br>Break the line of Hiawatha!'<br>In his fingers Hiawatha <br>Felt the loose line jerk and tighten, <br>As he drew it in, it tugged so <br>That the birch canoe stood endwise, <br>Like a birch log in the water, <br>With the squirrel, Adjidaumo, <br>Perched and frisking on the summit.<br>Full of scorn was Hiawatha <br>When he saw the fish rise upward, <br>Saw the pike, the Maskenozha, <br>Coming nearer, nearer to him, <br>And he shouted through the water, <br>'Esa! esa! shame upon you! <br>You are but the pike, Kenozha, <br>You are not the fish I wanted, <br>You are not the King of Fishes!'<br>Reeling downward to the bottom <br>Sank the pike in great confusion, <br>And the mighty sturgeon, Nahma, <br>Said to Ugudwash, the sun-fish, <br>To the bream, with scales of crimson, <br>'Take the bait of this great boaster, <br>Break the line of Hiawatha!'<br>Slowly upward, wavering, gleaming, <br>Rose the Ugudwash, the sun-fish, <br>Seized the line of Hiawatha, <br>Swung with all his weight upon it, <br>Made a whirlpool in the water, <br>Whirled the birch canoe in circles, <br>Round and round in gurgling eddies, <br>Till the circles in the water <br>Reached the far-off sandy beaches, <br>Till the water-flags and rushes <br>Nodded on the distant margins.<br>But when Hiawatha saw him <br>Slowly rising through the water, <br>Lifting up his disk refulgent, <br>Loud he shouted in derision, <br>'Esa! esa! shame upon you! <br>You are Ugudwash, the sun-fish, <br>You are not the fish I wanted, <br>You are not the King of Fishes!'<br>Slowly downward, wavering, gleaming, <br>Sank the Ugudwash, the sun-fish, <br>And again the sturgeon, Nahma, <br>Heard the shout of Hiawatha,<br>Heard his challenge of defiance, <br>The unnecessary tumult, <br>Ringing far across the water.<br>From the white sand of the bottom <br>Up he rose with angry gesture, <br>Quivering in each nerve and fibre, <br>Clashing all his plates of armor, <br>Gleaming bright with all his war-paint; <br>In his wrath he darted upward, <br>Flashing leaped into the sunshine, <br>Opened his great jaws, and swallowed <br>Both canoe and Hiawatha.<br>Down into that darksome cavern <br>Plunged the headlong Hiawatha, <br>As a log on some black river <br>Shoots and plunges down the rapids, <br>Found himself in utter darkness, <br>Groped about in helpless wonder, <br>Till he felt a great heart beating, <br>Throbbing in that utter darkness.<br>And he smote it in his anger, <br>With his fist, the heart of Nahma, <br>Felt the mighty King of Fishes <br>Shudder through each nerve and fibre, <br>Heard the water gurgle round him <br>As he leaped and staggered through it, <br>Sick at heart, and faint and weary.<br>Crosswise then did Hiawatha <br>Drag his birch-canoe for safety, <br>Lest from out the jaws of Nahma, <br>In the turmoil and confusion, <br>Forth he might be hurled and perish. <br>And the squirrel, Adjidaumo, <br>Frisked and chatted very gayly, <br>Toiled and tugged with Hiawatha <br>Till the labor was completed.<br>Then said Hiawatha to him, <br>'O my little friend, the squirrel,<br>Bravely have you toiled to help me; <br>Take the thanks of Hiawatha, <br>And the name which now he gives you; <br>For hereafter and forever <br>Boys shall call you Adjidaumo, <br>Tail-in-air the boys shall call you!'<br>And again the sturgeon, Nahma, <br>Gasped and quivered in the water, <br>Then was still, and drifted landward <br>Till he grated on the pebbles, <br>Till the listening Hiawatha <br>Heard him grate upon the margin, <br>Felt him strand upon the pebbles, <br>Knew that Nahma, King of Fishes, <br>Lay there dead upon the margin.<br>Then he heard a clang and flapping, <br>As of many wings assembling, <br>Heard a screaming and confusion, <br>As of birds of prey contending, <br>Saw a gleam of light above him, <br>Shining through the ribs of Nahma, <br>Saw the glittering eyes of sea-gulls, <br>Of Kayoshk, the sea-gulls, peering, <br>Gazing at him through the opening, <br>Heard them saying to each other, <br>''T is our brother, Hiawatha!'<br>And he shouted from below them, <br>Cried exulting from the caverns: <br>'O ye sea-gulls! O my brothers! <br>I have slain the sturgeon, Nahma; <br>Make the rifts a little larger, <br>With your claws the openings widen, <br>Set me free from this dark prison, <br>And henceforward and forever <br>Men shall speak of your achievements, <br>Calling you Kayoshk, the sea-gulls, <br>Yes, Kayoshk, the Noble Scratchers!'<br>And the wild and clamorous sea-gulls<br>Toiled with beak and claws together, <br>Made the rifts and openings wider <br>In the mighty ribs of Nahma, <br>And from peril and from prison, <br>From the body of the sturgeon, <br>From the peril of the water, <br>They released my Hiawatha.<br>He was standing near his wigwam, <br>On the margin of the water, <br>And he called to old Nokomis, <br>Called and beckoned to Nokomis, <br>Pointed to the sturgeon, Nahma, <br>Lying lifeless on the pebbles, <br>With the sea-gulls feeding on him.<br>'I have slain the Mishe-Nahma,<br>Slain the King of Fishes!' said he' <br>'Look! the sea-gulls feed upon him,<br>Yes, my friends Kayoshk, the sea-gulls; <br>Drive them not away, Nokomis, <br>They have saved me from great peril <br>In the body of the sturgeon, <br>Wait until their meal is ended, <br>Till their craws are full with feasting, <br>Till they homeward fly, at sunset, <br>To their nests among the marshes; <br>Then bring all your pots and kettles, <br>And make oil for us in Winter.'<br>And she waited till the sun set, <br>Till the pallid moon, the Night-sun, <br>Rose above the tranquil water, <br>Till Kayoshk, the sated sea-gulls, <br>From their banquet rose with clamor, <br>And across the fiery sunset <br>Winged their way to far-off islands, <br>To their nests among the rushes.<br>To his sleep went Hiawatha, <br>And Nokomis to her labor, <br>Toiling patient in the moonlight,<br>Till the sun and moon changed places, <br>Till the sky was red with sunrise, <br>And Kayoshk, the hungry sea-gulls, <br>Came back from the reedy islands, <br>Clamorous for their morning banquet.<br>Three whole days and nights alternate <br>Old Nokomis and the sea-gulls <br>Stripped the oily flesh of Nahma, <br>Till the waves washed through the rib-bones, <br>Till the sea-gulls came no longer, <br>And upon the sands lay nothing <br>But the skeleton of Nahma.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Henry+Wadsworth+Longfellow">Henry Wadsworth Longfellow</a><div class=q>
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On the shining Big-Sea-Water, 
With his fishing-line of cedar, 
Of the twisted bark of cedar, 
Forth to catch the sturgeon Nahma, 
Mishe-Nahma, King of Fishes, 
In his birch canoe exulting 
All alone went Hiawatha.
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