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.

 

Edith Rock

Tullygrawley School