The Song of Hiawatha

by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Heeding not his brother’s warning,

Fearing not the Evil Spirits,

Forth to hunt the deer with antlers

All alone went Chibiabos.

Right across the Big-Sea-Water

Sprang with speed the deer before him.

With the wind and snow he followed,

O’er the treacherous ice he followed,

Wild with all the fierce commotion

And the rapture of the hunting.