The Call For Hiawatha

The Four Winds were sent to seek him,
To call the mighty Hiawatha,
To the needed council meeting,
From across the Big Sea Waters.
Every where that they sought him,
They heard about his wisdom,
About his many conquests,
His battles and victories,
And the way he brought together,
The Indian and the pale face,
Together they smoked the peace pipe,
Which brought peace among the nations.

Hiawatha crossed the Big Sea Waters,
To began his lifelong mission,
That he was born and trained for,
To bring peace among the nations,
Among the Indian and the pale face.
After crossing the Big Sea Waters,
And landing on its opposite shore,
Hiawatha started walking,
Until he met a paleface man,
Who soon became Hiawatha’s friend.

He told his new friend the pale face,
Of his father, Mudjeekee’wis,
And about Weno’mah, his mother,
And the two friends from his boyhood,
Chibia’bos, the musician,
Also Kwa’sind, the Strong Man,
About their feats he told him,
Chibia’bos’ sweet music,
The strength and might of Kwa’sind,
Hiawatha told it all.

Then he told about his homeland,
About Ahdeek’, the reindeer,
The red squirrel, Adjidau’mo,
The prairie and the mountains,
And his wife Minneha’ha,
And the wise old Noko’mis,
He told this to the pale face,
As they walked together.

They talked like old friends forever,
Throughout all the country side,
Until they entered a city,
Nestled in a wide valley,
The people all cried savage,
When they saw Hiawatha,
His paleface friend stood in his defense,
Saying listen to this man speak,
He is not savage but human,
Hear what he has to say,

Hiawatha then spoke clearly,
Of the Black-Robed chief, the Prophet,
With the cross upon his bosom,
About the story of the Savior,
The blessed son of Mary,
About his death upon the cross,
And His resurrection.

All the people listened quietly,
To the oration of Hiawatha,
His words flowed so smoothly,
Like the brook, the Sebowisha,
Flows down its pebbled pathway,
And quietly by a grassy Nell.

Then the paleface friend suggested,
That the leaders and Hiawatha,
Smoke the calumet, the peace pipe,
And no longer call any man savage,
But call every man his brother,
And every woman his sister.
So the words of Hiawatha,
Traveled both far and near,
He bore the name of peace maker,
Everywhere that he went.