the complete poetical works-第57节
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He has moved a little nearer
To the Master of all music；
To the Master of all singing！
O my brother； Chibiabos！〃
And the melancholy fir…trees
Waved their dark green fans above him；
Waved their purple cones above him；
Sighing with him to console him；
Mingling with his lamentation
Their complaining； their lamenting。
Came the Spring； and all the forest
Looked in vain for Chibiabos；
Sighed the rivulet； Sebowisha；
Sighed the rushes in the meadow。
From the tree…tops sang the bluebird；
Sang the bluebird； the Owaissa；
〃Chibiabos！ Chibiabos！
He is dead； the sweet musician！〃
From the wigwam sang the robin；
Sang the robin； the Opechee；
〃Chibiabos！ Chibiabos！
He is dead； the sweetest singer！〃
And at night through all the forest
Went the whippoorwill complaining；
Wailing went the Wawonaissa；
〃Chibiabos！ Chibiabos！
He is dead； the sweet musician！
He the sweetest of all singers！〃
Then the Medicine…men； the Medas；
The magicians； the Wabenos；
And the Jossakeeds； the Prophets；
Came to visit Hiawatha；
Built a Sacred Lodge beside him；
To appease him； to console him；
Walked in silent； grave procession；
Bearing each a pouch of healing；
Skin of beaver； lynx； or otter；
Filled with magic roots and simples；
Filled with very potent medicines。
When he heard their steps approaching；
Hiawatha ceased lamenting；
Called no more on Chibiabos；
Naught he questioned； naught he answered；
But his mournful head uncovered；
From his face the mourning colors
Washed he slowly and in silence；
Slowly and in silence followed
Onward to the Sacred Wigwam。
There a magic drink they gave him；
Made of Nahma…wusk； the spearmint；
And Wabeno…wusk； the yarrow；
Roots of power； and herbs of healing；
Beat their drums； and shook their rattles；
Chanted singly and in chorus；
Mystic songs like these； they chanted。
〃I myself； myself！ behold me！
'T is the great Gray Eagle talking；
Come； ye white crows； come and hear him！
The loud…speaking thunder helps me；
All the unseen spirits help me；
I can hear their voices calling；
All around the sky I hear them！
I can blow you strong； my brother；
I can heal you； Hiawatha！〃
〃Hi…au…ha！〃 replied the chorus；
〃Way…ha…way！〃 the mystic chorus。
〃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；
〃Way…ha…way！〃 the mystic chorus。
〃I myself； myself！ the prophet！
When I speak the wigwam trembles；
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；
Danced their medicine…dance around him；
And upstarting wild and haggard；
Like a man from dreams awakened；
He was healed of all his madness。
As the clouds are swept from heaven；
Straightway from his brain departed
All his moody melancholy；
As the ice is swept from rivers；
Straightway from his heart departed
All his sorrow and affliction。
Then they summoned Chibiabos
From his grave beneath the waters；
From the sands of Gitche Gumee
Summoned Hiawatha's brother。
And so mighty was the magic
Of that cry and invocation；
That he heard it as he lay there
Underneath the Big…Sea…Water；
From the sand he rose and listened；
Heard the music and the singing；
Came； obedient to the summons；
To the doorway of the wigwam；
But to enter they forbade him。
Through a chink a coal they gave him；
Through the door a burning fire…brand；
Ruler in the Land of Spirits；
Ruler o'er the dead； they made him；
Telling him a fire to kindle
For all those that died thereafter；
Camp…fires for their night encampments
On their solitary journey
To the kingdom of Ponemah；
To the land of the Hereafter。
From the village of his childhood；
From the homes of those who knew him；
Passing silent through the forest；
Like a smoke…wreath wafted sideways；
Slowly vanished Chibiabos！
Where he passed； the branches moved not；
Where he trod； the grasses bent not；
And the fallen leaves of last year
Made no sound beneath his footstep。
Four whole days he journeyed onward
Down the pathway of the dead men；
On the dead…man's strawberry feasted；
Crossed the melancholy river；
On the swinging log he crossed it；
Came unto the Lake of Silver；
In the Stone Canoe was carried
To the Islands of the Blessed；
To the land of ghosts and shadows。
On that journey； moving slowly；
Many weary spirits saw he；
Panting under heavy burdens；
Laden with war…clubs； bows and arrows；
Robes of fur； and pots and kettles；
And with food that friends had given
For that solitary journey。
〃Ay！ why do the living；〃 said they；
〃Lay such heavy burdens on us！
Better were it to go naked；
Better were it to go fasting；
Than to bear such heavy burdens
On our long and weary journey！〃
Forth then issued Hiawatha；
Wandered eastward； wandered westward；
Teaching men the use of simples
And the antidotes for poisons；
And the cure of all diseases。
Thus was first made known to mortals
All the mystery of Medamin；
All the sacred art of healing。
XVI
PAU…PUK…KEEWIS
You shall hear how Pau…Puk…Keewis；
He； the handsome Yenadizze；
Whom the people called the Storm…Fool；
Vexed the village with disturbance；
You shall hear of all his mischief；
And his flight from Hiawatha；
And his wondrous transmigrations；
And the end of his adventures。
On the shores of Gitche Gumee；
On the dunes of Nagow Wudjoo；
By the shining Big…Sea…Water
Stood the lodge of Pau…Puk…Keewis。
It was he who in his frenzy
Whirled these drifting sands together；
On the dunes of Nagow Wudjoo；
When； among the guests assembled；
He so merrily and madly
Danced at Hiawatha's wedding；
Danced the Beggar's Dance to please them。
Now； in search of new adventures；
From his lodge went Pau…Puk…Keewis；
Came with speed into the village；
Found the young men all assembled
In the lodge of old Iagoo；
Listening to his monstrous stories；
To his wonderful adventures。
He was telling them the story
Of Ojeeg； the Summer…Maker；
How he made a hole in heaven；
How he climbed up into heaven；
And let out the summer…weather；
The perpetual； pleasant Summer；
How the Otter first essayed it；
How the Beaver； Lynx； and Badger
Tried in turn the great achievement；
From the summit of the mountain
Smote their fists against the heavens；
Smote against the sky their foreheads；
Cracked the sky； but could not break it；
How the Wolverine； uprising；
Made him ready for the encounter；
Bent his knees down； like a squirrel；
Drew his arms back； like a cricket。
〃Once he leaped；〃 said old Iagoo；
〃Once he leaped； and lo！ above him
Bent the sky； as ice in rivers
When the waters rise beneath it；
Twice he leaped； and lo！ above him
Cracked the sky； as ice in rivers
When the freshet is at highest！
Thrice he leaped； and lo！ above him
Broke the shattered sky asunder；
And he disappeared within it；
And Ojeeg； the Fisher Weasel；
With a bound went in behind him！〃
〃Hark you！〃 shouted Pau…Puk…Keewis
As he entered at the doorway；
〃I am tired of all this talking；
Tired of old Iagoo's stories；
Tired of Hiawatha's wisdom。
Here is something to amuse you；
Better than this endless talking。〃
Then from out his pouch of wolf…skin
Forth he drew； with solemn manner；
All the game of Bowl and Counters；
Pugasaing； with thirteen pieces。
White on one side were they painted；
And vermilion on the other；
Two Kenabeeks or great serpents；
Two Ininewug or wedge…men；
One great war…club； Pugamaugun；
And one slender fish； the Keego；
Four round pieces； Ozawabeeks；
And three Sheshebwug or ducklings。
All were made of bone and painted；
All except the Ozawabeeks；
These were brass； on one side burnished；
And were black upon the other。
In a wooden bowl he placed them；
Shook and jostled them together；
Threw them on the ground before him；
Thus exclaiming and explaining：
〃Red side up are all the pieces；
And one great Kenabeek standing
On the bright side of a brass piece；
On a burnished Ozawabeek；
Thirteen tens and eight are counted。〃
Then again he shook the pieces；
Shook and jostled them together；
Threw them on the ground before him；
Still exclaiming and explaining：
〃White are both the great Kenabeeks；
White the Ininewug； the wedge…men；
Red are all the other pieces；
Five tens and an eight are counted。〃
Thus he taught the game of hazard；
Thus displayed it and explained it；
Running through its various chances；
