The Song of Hiawatha: An Epic Poem

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On the Mountains of the Prairie, On the great Red Pipe-stone Quarry, Gitche Manito, the mighty, He the Master of Life, descending, On the red crags of the quarryStood erect, and called the nations, Called the tribes of men together.From his footprints flowed a river, Leaped into the light of morning, O'er the precipice plunging downwardGleamed like Ishkoodah, the comet.And the Spirit, stooping earthward, With his finger on the meadowTraced a winding pathway for it, Saying to it, "Run in this way!"From the red stone of the quarryWith his hand he broke a fragment, Moulded it into a pipe-head, Sh...