Now the youthful Hiawatha
Had become so great a hunter
But the wary roebuck started,
Jumped and leaped across the thicket,
Missed the arrow by a hairsbreadth,
Flew along to tell of danger.
But the little Hiawatha
Mourned in secret for the red deer;
Sweat of disappointment dropping,
Sadly went to tell Nokomis.