At the looks they cast upon her,
At the fearful words they uttered.
Act, Hiawatha, first preparing for journey,
Wrapped in furs and armed for hunting,
With his mighty bow of ash-tree,
With his quiver full of arrows,
With his mittens, Minjekahwun,
Forth into the empty forest
Rushed the maddened Hiawatha;
In his heart was deadly sorrow,