Friends of mine are all the serpents!
Hear me shake my skin of hen-hawk!
Mahng, the white loon, I can kill him;
I can shoot your heart and kill it!
I can blow you strong, my brother,
I can heal you, Hiawatha !”
“Hi-au-ha!” replied the chorus,
“Wayhaway!” the mystic chorus.
“I myself, myself! the prophet!
When I speak the wigwam trembles,