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Minneha/ha, Laughing Water; | Pe/boan, Winter.

wife of Hiawatha. Minne-wa/wa, a pleasant sound, as of the wind in the trees. Mishe-Molkwa, the Great Bear. Mishe-Nah/ma, the Great Stur

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Pemi/can, meat of the deer or
buffalo dried and pounded.
Pezhekee!, the bison.
Pishnekuhl, the brant.
Pone/mah, hereafter.

Pugasaing!, Game of the Bowl.
Puggawau/gun, a war-club.
Puk-Wudj/ies, little wild men
of the woods; pigmies.
Sah-san-je/-wun, rapids.
Sah/wa, the perch.
Segwun!, Spring.
Shalda, the pelican.
Shahbo/min, the gooseberry.
Shah-shah, long ago.
Shaugodalya, a coward.
Shawgashee, the craw-fish.
Shawonda/see, the South-Wind.
Shaw/shaw, the swallow.
Shesh-ebwug, ducks; pieces in
the Game of the Bowl.
Shin/gebis, the diver, or greebe.
Showain/ neme/shin, pity me.
Shuh-shuh/gah, the blue heron.
Soan-ge-ta/ha, strong-hearted.
Subbeka/she, the spider.
Suggelma, the mosquito.
Toltem, family coat-of-arms.
Ugh, yes.

Ugudwash', the sun-fish.
Unktaheel, the God of Water.
Wabas/so, the rabbit; the North.
Wabelno, a magician, a juggler.
Wabe/no-wusk, yarrow.
Wa/bun, the East-Wind.
Wa/bun An/nung, the Star of
the East, the Morning Star.
Wahono/win, a cry of lamenta-
tion.

Wah-wah-tay/see, the fire-fly.
Wam/pum, beads of shell.
Waubewylon, a white skin
wrapper.

Walwa, the wild-goose.
Waw/beek, a rock.
Waw-be-walwa, the white goose.
Wawonais/sa, the whippoorwill.
Way-muk-kwa/na, the cater
pillar.

Wen/digoes, giants.
Weno/nah, Hiawatha's mother,
daughter of Nokomis.
Yenadiz/ze, an idler and gam
bler; an Indian dandy.

THE

COURTSHIP OF MILES STANDISH.

1858.

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IN the Old Colony days, in Plymouth the land of the Pilgrims,

To and fro in a room of his simple and primitive

dwelling,

Clad in doublet and hose, and boots of Cordovan

leather,

Strode, with a martial air, Miles Standish the Puritan Captain.

Buried in thought he seemed, with his hands behind him, and pausing

Ever and anon to behold his glittering weapons of warfare,

Hanging in shining array along the walls of the chamber,

Cutlass and corslet of steel, and his trusty sword of Damascus,

Curved at the point and inscribed with its mystical Arabic sentence,

While underneath, in a corner, were fowling-piece, musket, and matchlock.

Short of stature he was, but strongly built and athletic,

Broad in the shoulders, deep-chested, with muscles and sinews of iron;

Brown as a nut was his face, but his russet beard was already

Flaked with patches of snow, as hedges sometimes in November.

Near him was seated John Alden, his friend, and household companion,

Writing with diligent speed at a table of pine by the window;

Fair-haired, azure-eyed, with delicate Saxon com

plexion,

Having the dew of his youth, and the beauty thereof, as the captives

Whom Saint Gregory saw, and exclaimed, “Not Angles but Angels."

Youngest of all was he of the men who came in the May Flower.

Suddenly breaking the silence, the diligent scribe interrupting,

Spake, in the pride of his heart, Miles Standish the Captain of Plymouth.

"Look at these arms," he said, "the warlike weapons that hang here

Burnished and bright and clean, as if for parade or inspection!

This is the sword of Damascus I fought with in Flanders; this breastplate,

Well I remember the day! once saved my life in a skirmish;

Here in front you can see the very dint of the bullet

Fired point-blank at my heart by a Spanish areabucero.

Had it not been of sheer steel, the forgotten bones of Miles Standish

Would at this moment be mould, in their grave in the Flemish morasses."

Thereupon answered John Alden, but looked not up from his writing:

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Truly the breath of the Lord hath slackened the speed of the bullet;

He in his mercy preserved you, to be our shield and our weapon!"

Still the Captain continued, unheeding the words of the stripling:

"See, how bright they are burnished, as if in an arsenal hanging;

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