Glare upon me in the darkness,
I can feel his icy fingers
Clasping mine amid the darkness!
Hiawatha! Hiawatha!
Shrieking loudly and falls back dead.
Fever and Famine at Minnehaha’s death, glide out, Nokomis changes position taking a seat at her feet, then rocking back and forth wails and moans.
Nokomis:
Wahonowin! Wahonowin!
Would that I had perished for you,
Would that I were dead as you are!