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274 Of my many deeds of wonder."

From his pouch he drew his peace-pipe,

Very old and strangely fashioned;

Made of red stone was the pipe-head,

And the stem a reed with feathers;

Filled the pipe with bark of willow,

Placed a burning coal upon it,

Gave it to his guest, the stranger,

And began to speak in this wise:

"When I blow my breath about me,

When I breathe upon the landscape,

Motionless are all the rivers,

Hard as stone becomes the water!"

And the young man answered, smiling:

"When I blow my breath about me,

When I breathe upon the landscape,

Flowers spring up o'er all the meadows,

Singing, onward rush the rivers!"

"When I shake my hoary tresses,"

Said the old man darkly frowning,