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  1. Hiawatha stood and waited. All the air was full of freshness, All the earth was bright and joyous, And before him, through the sunshine, Westward toward the neighboring forest. Passed in golden swarms the Ahmo, Passed the bees, the honey-makers, Burning, singing in the sunshine.

  2. The Song of Hiawatha is an 1855 epic poem in trochaic tetrameter by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow which features Native American characters. The epic relates the fictional adventures of an Ojibwe warrior named Hiawatha and the tragedy of his love for Minnehaha, a Dakota woman.

  3. The Song of Hiawatha. Introduction. Should you ask me, whence these stories? Whence these legends and traditions, With the odors of the forest. With the dew and damp of meadows, With the curling smoke of wigwams, With the rushing of great rivers, With their frequent repetitions, And their wild reverberations. As of thunder in the mountains?

  4. Apr 1, 1991 · The Song of Hiawatha is based on the legends and stories of many North American Indian tribes, but especially those of the Ojibway Indians of northern Michigan, Wisconsin, and Minnesota. They were collected by Henry Rowe Schoolcraft, the reknowned historian, pioneer explorer, and geologist.

  5. THE SONG OF HIAWATHA. In a memorable rhythmic † beat, this work of fiction tells the story of Hiawatha, a legendary Ojibwe leader with supernatural powers. It tells of his birth and upbringing, his many adventures, his devotion to his people, and the tragedy of his love for Minnehaha, a Dakota woman. • This epic—first published in 1855 ...

  6. Jun 1, 2004 · The Song of Hiawatha by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. Read now or download (free!) Similar Books. Readers also downloaded… In Children's Literature. In Poetry. In Native America. About this eBook. Free kindle book and epub digitized and proofread by volunteers.

  7. The Song of Hiawatha. IX. Hiawatha and the Pearl Feather. On the shores of Gitche Gumee, Of the shining Big-Sea-Water, Stood Nokomis, the old woman, Pointing with her finger westward, O'er the water pointing westward, To the purple clouds of sunset.