--- title: In the Measure of Hiawatha, part 1 — Legends of the Northwest · full text with trees · page 2 description: In the Measure of Hiawatha, part 1, «Legends of the Northwest» by Hanford Lennox Gordon: the whole chapter, every sentence with its dependency tree and pragmatics. It begins: (The numerals 1 2 etc., refer to Notes to Sea-Gull in Appendix.) --- [Mova](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/) · [this page in HTML](https://mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg8122/18/page/2/) [home](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/) / [corpora](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/) / [tales](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/) / [Legends of the Northwest](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg8122/) / In the Measure of Hiawatha, part 1 # In the Measure of Hiawatha, part 1 · page 2 [1](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg8122/18/) **2** Ah, the tail and tawny Panther\![54](../../54/ "tree and pragmatics") Ah, the brave and brawny Panther\![55](../../55/ "tree and pragmatics") Son of Waub-Ojeeg, the warrior\![56](../../56/ "tree and pragmatics") With a slender hair she led him, With a slender hair he drew him, Drew him often to her wigwam; There she bound him, there she held him Tangled in her raven tresses, Tied and tangled in her tresses.[57](../../57/ "tree and pragmatics") Ah, the best of men are tangled-- Sometime tangled in the tresses Of a fair and crafty woman.[58](../../58/ "tree and pragmatics") So the Panther wed the Red Fox, And she followed to his wigwam.[59](../../59/ "tree and pragmatics") Young again he seemed and gladsome, Glad as Raven when the father Made his first bow from the elm-tree, From the ash tree made his arrows, Taught him how to aim his arrows, How to shoot Wabóse--the rabbit.[60](../../60/ "tree and pragmatics") Then again the brawny hunter Brought the black bear and the beaver, Brought the haunch of elk and red-deer, Brought the rabbit and the pheasant-- Choicest bits of all for Red Fox.[61](../../61/ "tree and pragmatics") For her robes he brought the sable, Brought the otter and the ermine, Brought the black-fox tipped with silver.[62](../../62/ "tree and pragmatics") But the Sea-Gull murmured never, Not a word she spoke in anger, Went about her work as ever, Tanned the skins of bear and beaver, Tanned the hides of moose and red deer, Gathered fagots for the lodge-fire, Gathered rushes from the marches; Deftly into mats she wove them; Kept the lodge as bright as ever.[63](../../63/ "tree and pragmatics") Only to herself she murmured, All alone with Waub-omeé-meé, On the tall and toppling highland, O'er the wilderness of waters; Murmured to the murmuring waters, Murmured to the Nébe-nâw-baigs-- To the spirits of the waters; On the wild waves poured her sorrow, Save the infant on her bosom With her dark eyes wide with wonder, None to hear her but the spirits, And the murmuring pines above her.[64](../../64/ "tree and pragmatics") Thus she cast away her burdens, Cast her burdens on the waters; Thus unto the Mighty Spirit, Made her lowly lamentation: "Wahonówin!--Wahonówin!"[65](../../65/ "tree and pragmatics") \[1013\] Gitchee Mânito, benâ nin\![66](../../66/ "tree and pragmatics") Nah, Ba-bâ, showâin neméshin! "[67](../../67/ "tree and pragmatics") Wahonówin!--Wahonówin!"[68](../../68/ "tree and pragmatics") Ka-be-bón-ík-ka, the mighty, \[109\] He that sends the cruel winter, From the distant Thunder-mountain, On the shore of Gitchee Gumee-- On the rugged northern limit, Sent his solemn, final warning, Sent the white wolves of the Nor'land \[1014\] Like the dust of stars in ether-- In the Pathway of the Spirits.[69](../../69/ "tree and pragmatics") \[1015\] Like the sparkling dust of diamonds, Fell the frost upon the forest, On the mountains and the meadows, On the wilderness of woodland.[70](../../70/ "tree and pragmatics") On the wilderness of waters.[71](../../71/ "tree and pragmatics") All the lingering fowls departed-- All that seek the South in winter, All but Shingebís, the diver.[72](../../72/ "tree and pragmatics") \[1016\] He defies the Winter-maker, Sits and laughs at Winter-maker.[73](../../73/ "tree and pragmatics") Ka-be-bón-ík-ka, the mighty, From his wigwam called Kewáydin,-- From his home among the ice-bergs, From the sea of frozen waters, Called the swift and hungry North-wind.[74](../../74/ "tree and pragmatics") Then he spread his mighty pinions Over all the land and shook them, Like the white down of Wâubésè \[1017\] Fell the feathery snow and covered, All the marshes and the meadows, All the hill-tops and the highlands.[75](../../75/ "tree and pragmatics") Then old Péboân--the winter--\[1018\] Laughed along the stormy waters, Danced upon the windy headlands, On the storm his white hair streaming,-- And his steaming breath, ascending, On the pine-tops and the cedars Fell in frosty mists refulgent, Sprinkling somber shades with silver, Sprinkling all the woods with silver.[76](../../76/ "tree and pragmatics") By the lodge-fire all the winter Sat the Sea-Gull and the Red Fox, Sat and kindly spoke and chatted, Till the twain seemed friends together.[77](../../77/ "tree and pragmatics") Friends they seemed in word and action, But within the breast of either Smouldered still the baneful embers-- Fires of jealousy and hatred,--[78](../../78/ "tree and pragmatics") Like a camp-fire in the forest Left by hunters and deserted; Only seems a bed of ashes, But the East-wind, Wâbun noódin, Scatters through the woods the ashes, Fans to flame the sleeping embers, And the wild-fire roars and rages, Roars and rages through the forest.[79](../../79/ "tree and pragmatics") So the baneful embers smouldered, Smouldered in the breast of either.[80](../../80/ "tree and pragmatics") From the far-off Sunny Islands, From the pleasant land of Summer, Where the spirits of the blessèd Feel no more the fangs of hunger, Or the cold breath of Kewâydin, Came a stately youth and handsome, Came Según the foe of Winter.[81](../../81/ "tree and pragmatics") \[1019\] Like the rising sun his face was, Like the shining stars his eyes were, Light his footsteps as the Morning's.[82](../../82/ "tree and pragmatics") In his hand were buds and blossoms, On his brow a blooming garland.[83](../../83/ "tree and pragmatics") Straightway to the icy wigwam Of old Péboân, the Winter, Strode Según and quickly entered.[84](../../84/ "tree and pragmatics") There old Péboân sat and shivered, Shivered o'er his dying lodge-fire.[85](../../85/ "tree and pragmatics") "Ah, my son, I bid you welcome; Sit and tell me your adventures; I will tell you of my power; We will pass the night together."[86](../../86/ "tree and pragmatics") Thus spake Péboân--the Winter; Then he filled his pipe and lighted; Then by sacred custom raised it To the spirits in the ether; To the spirits in the caverns Of the hollow earth he lowered it.[87](../../87/ "tree and pragmatics") Thus he passed it to the spirits, And the unseen spirits puffed it.[88](../../88/ "tree and pragmatics") Next himself old Péboân honored; Thrice he puffed his pipe and passed it, Passed it to the handsome stranger.[89](../../89/ "tree and pragmatics") "Lo I blow my breath," said Winter, "And the laughing brooks are silent; Hard as flint become the waters, And the rabbit runs upon them."[90](../../90/ "tree and pragmatics") Then Según, the fair youth, answered: "Lo I breathe upon the hill-sides, On the valleys and the meadows, And behold, as if by magic-- By the magic of the Spirits, Spring the flowers and tender grasses."[91](../../91/ "tree and pragmatics") Then old Péboân replying: "Nah\![92](../../92/ "tree and pragmatics") \[1020\] I breathe upon the forests, And the leaves fall sere and yellow; Then I shake my locks and snow falls, Covering all the naked landscape."[93](../../93/ "tree and pragmatics") Then Según arose and answered: "Nashké\![94](../../94/ "tree and pragmatics") \[1020\]--see!--I shake my ringlets; On the earth the warm rain falleth, And the flowers look up like children Glad-eyed from their mother's bosom.[95](../../95/ "tree and pragmatics") Lo my voice recalls the robin, Brings the bobolink and blue-bird, And the woods are full of music.[96](../../96/ "tree and pragmatics") With my breath I melt their fetters, And the brooks leap laughing onward."[97](../../97/ "tree and pragmatics") Then old Péboân looked upon him, Looked and knew Según, the Summer, From his eyes the big tears started And his boastful tongue was silent.[98](../../98/ "tree and pragmatics") Now Keezís \[1021\]--the great life-giver, From his wigwam in Waubú-nong \[1021\] Rose and wrapped his shining blanket Round his giant form and started; Westward started on his journey, Striding on from hill to hill-top.[99](../../99/ "tree and pragmatics") Upward then he climbed the ether-- On the Bridge of Stars \[1022\] he traveled, Westward traveled on his journey To the far-off Sunset Mountains-- To the gloomy land of shadows.[100](../../100/ "tree and pragmatics") On the lodge-poles sang the robin,-- And the brooks began to murmur.[101](../../101/ "tree and pragmatics") On the South wind floated fragrance Of the early buds and blossoms.[102](../../102/ "tree and pragmatics") From old Péboân's eyes the teardrops Down his pale face ran in streamlets; Less and less he grew in stature Till he melted doun to nothing; And behold, from out the ashes, From the ashes of his lodge-fire, Sprang the Miscodeed \[1023\] and, blushing, Welcomed Según to the North-land.[103](../../103/ "tree and pragmatics") [1](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg8122/18/) **2** - ← previous: [page 1](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg8122/18/) - next →: [In the Measure of Hiawatha, part 2](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg8122/19/) - ↑ back to [Legends of the Northwest](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg8122/)