VI. Hiawatha's Friends. Two good friends had Hiawatha, And the very strong man, Kwasind. Straight between them ran the pathway, Never grew the grass upon it, Found no eager ear to listen, Could not breed ill-will between them, E Most beloved by Hiawatha When he sang, the village listened; From the hollow reeds he fashioned Flutes so musical and mellow, That the brook, the Sebowisha, Ceased to murmur in the woodland, And the squirrel, Adjidaumo, Ceased his chatter in the oak-tree, And the rabbit, the Wabasso, Sat upright to look and listen. Yes, the brook, the Sebowisha, Pausing, said, "O Chibiabos, Teach my waves to flow in music, Softly as your words in singing!" Teach me tones as wild and wayward, Teach me tones as sweet and tender, Sobbing, said, "O Chibiabos, For he sang of peace and freedom, |