The Song of Hiawatha

by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

I have need of a companion,

Fain would have a Meshinauwa,

An attendant and pipe-bearer.

I will venture all these winnings,

All these garments heaped about me,

All this wampum, all these feathers,

On a single throw will venture

All against the young man yonder!”

’T was a youth of sixteen summers,

’T was a nephew of Iagoo;