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130 That our tribes might be united,

That old feuds might be forgotten,

And old wounds be healed for ever!"

Thus departed Hiawatha

To the land of the Dacotahs,

To the land of handsome women;

Striding over moor and meadow,

Through interminable forests,

Through uninterrupted silence.

With his moccasons of magic,

At each stride a mile he measured;

Yet the way seemed long before him,

And his heart outrun his footsteps;

And he journeyed without resting,

Till he heard the cataract's thunder,

Heard the Falls of Minnehaha

Calling to him through the silence.

"Pleasant is the sound!" he murmured,

"Pleasant is the voice that calls me!"

On the outskirts of the forest,