Shakes the Sacred Lodge with terror,
Hands unseen begin to shake it!
When I walk, the sky I tread on
Bends and makes a noise beneath me!
I can blow you strong, my brother!
Rise and speak, O Hiawatha!”
“Hi-au-ha!” replied the chorus,
“Way-ha-way!” the mystic chorus.
Then they shook their medicine-pouches
O’er the head of Hiawatha,