New-York daily tribune. [volume] (New-York [N.Y.]) 1842-1866, 1855-11-06

Lay there Trembling. freezing, burning
At The lcOss tbeJ cast upon her,
At the fearful words hey uttered.
Forth iuto the empty forest
Rushed the madGened Hiaw.bs:
In his he art WAS deadly sonow
In bis face Of stony frmness;
On bis brow the sweat Of anguish
Started, but il froze and fell not
Wrapped in furs ard armed for hunting,
With bis mighty bow Of ash-tree,
With biz culver full Of auOws,
With bis ni,tens, MiDjek ahwuD,
Into the vest Al vacant forest
On biz snow shoes strobe be forward.
"Gitche Mantle, the Mighty"
Cried be wi b his face uplifte1
In that bitter hour of anguish,
" Give your CHILDREN food, o father
Give US food, or we must perish
Give me food for MinDehahs,
For my dy ing Hlnnehshsr
Through tue farre.OundiDg forest,
Through the 70 est vast and vacant
Rang that cy Of desolatiOn,
But there came no other answer
Than the echo Of his crying,
Than The echo OF the woodlands,
Minnebaha. Minnebahsw
All day long roved Hiswatha
In that melancholy forest,
Through the shadow Of whose thickets,
In the pleasant days of Summer,
OF that ne r forlo ten Sun mer,
He had brought bis young wife homevard
From til land Of the Daootahs;
When the birds sang in the thickets,
And the sIeamles laughed and gllstened,
And the cir was full Of fragrance,
And the lovely laughing water
Said with voice tba. did no, tremble,
" will follow you, my husband !"
In the wgwdm with NokOmls,
With those gloomy guests that watched her
With the Famine and the Fever
She was lying, the Beloved,
She the dying MiDnehaba.
Hsrk" she said 81 hear a rushing,
Hear roaring and rushing,
Hear II e Fails Of Minnehaha
Calling to me from distance"
No, my child ~ said old NOkOmis,
" Il is the night wind in The pine-trees :"
"LoOk che said; 81 see ny father
Standing lonely at his doorway,
Reckoning 10 me from hia wgwam
III the Land Of the Dacorshs ~
No, my Chi - ssid old Nokonis,
at 10 the smoke that waves and beckons"
"Ah = she said, "the eyes Of Psuguk
Glare upon me In the darkness,
can feel his icy fingers
CIasping mine amid the da rkness
Hiaw atba Hiswaiha!"
And the desolste Hiawatha,
Ear away AMID the forest
Miles away among the mountains,
Heard that sudden cry OF anguish,
Heard the voice Of MinDehaha
Calling 10 him 10 the darkness,
" Hiawstha Hia Tsthal'
Over snow Fl Ids waste and painless,
Under snow. encountered branches,
HomewaId hurried Hiswaths,
Empty handed heavy hearted,
Heard Nokomis moaning, wsiling:
Z" Wal onomin Wahonomin
Would that had perished for you,
Would that were dead as you are!
Wahonomin WshoDominl T.
And be rushed into the wigwam,
Saw the old Nokomis slowly
Rocking to and fro AID moaning,
Saw biz lovely MinDehaba
Lying dead and cold before him,
And his bursting heart witbiR him
Uttered such a cry Of anguish,
That the forest moaned and shuddered,
That the very stars in heaven
Shook and trembled with his anguish.
Their he sat down, still And speechless,
On the bed OF Minnehsha,
At the feet of Laughing Water,
At those willing feet, that never
More wOuld lightly run 10 meet him,
Never more would lightly 70 low.
With both hands his face he covered,
Seven long Gay 8 ard nights he sat there,
As if IL swoOn he Eat there,
Speechless, Inotiopless, unconscious
OF the daylight or the darkness.
Then they buried MiDnehaha,
In the snow a grave they made her.
In the forest deep and dsrksome,
Unoerneath toe moaning bemlocks;
Clothed hoT in her riches, gorments,
Wrapped her in or robes of efnine,
COVERED her wi b snow, Ike on mine;
Thus they buried Minnehsha.
And at night fre was Lighted
On her grave four tunes was kindled,
For her soul upon it's Journey
To the Is ands of the Blessed.
From bis doorway Hawatha
Saw il bul ming ia the forest,
Lighting up the gloomy hemlocks
From his sleepless bed uprising,
From the bed of Minnehahs,
Stood Al d watched it at the doorway,
That it might not be extiHguished,
Might no. leave her In the darkness.
"Farewel!" said he, MinDehsha
Farewell, O Isy Laughiog Water
All my heart is buried with you,
All my thoughts 60 onward with you
Come lot back agaia to labor,
Come Lot back again to suffer,
Where the Famine and the Fever
Wear the heart and waste tue body.
Soon my task will be complsted,
Soon your footsteps | shall follow
To the Islands of the Blessed,
To the Kingdom of Ponenah,
To tie Lsnd of the Hereafter :"
Ie story now rapidly hastens to close with
appearance of the white men ia the wilderness
their friendly reception by Hiswatha. Ht
the strangers to his wigwsm and seats then
Ains OF bison and ermine, while the careful oil
omis brings them food in bowls of Eastwood
It in birchen dippers, and the calumet Of peace
and lighted for their smoking Meantime
guests, who prove to be Christian missiona
announce their message. They are still
ted with grave Indian kindness, but Hiswa
commencing them to the care of old Nokomis
Is them as they slumber in the silent wig