O the blasting of the fever!
O the wailing of the children!
O the anguish of the women!
All the earth is sick and famished;
Hungry is the air around them,
Hungry is the sky above them,
And the hungry stars in heaven
Like the eyes of wolves glare at them!
Minnehaha, (turning to Hiawatha, reaching out her hands and piteously beseeching of him:)
Give me food, O Hiawatha,