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238 His right hand to seize and hold him,

When the cunning Pau-Puk-Keewis

Whirled and spun about in circles,

Fanned the air into a whirlwind,

Danced the dust and leaves about him,

And amid the whirling eddies

Sprang into a hollow oak-free,

Changed himself into a serpent,

Gliding out through root and rubbish.

With his right hand Hiawatha

Smote amain the hollow oak-tree,

Rent it into shreds and splinters,

Left it lying there in fragments.

But in vain; for Pau-Puk-Keewis,

Once again in human figure,

Full in sight ran on before him,

Sped away in gust and whirlwind,

On the shores of Gitche Gumee,

Westward by the Big-Sea-Water,

Came unto the rocky headlands,