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yiic works of Sc/ioolcraft contain many bcautifnl 
 Indian Lcoends, some of which, Lonofc/low tells 
 ns, he zvove into his Sono- of Hiawatha. '' The 
 White Stone Canoe " is one which lie did not so 
 im7nortalize, thono^h it possesses oreat interest, 
 and IS rich in poetry, and curions traditions. 
 He made use of one of its incidents, however, 
 ivherc Chibiabos 
 
 ** In the Stone Canoe wan carried 
 To the Islands of the Blessed, 
 7o the land of Ghosts and Shadows,'" 
 
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 fallen into the si7nple metre, which the great 
 A^fterican poet adopted as most suitable for Songs 
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 ^ARK and solemn stand the pine trees, 
 And the hemlock casts its shadows, 
 k;ihh Where the forest spreads unbroken 
 Y^ tl From the Great Lake of the Hurons, 
 vi^ To the Lakes of many Islands, 
 To the waters of Muskoka. 
 
 All the voices of the woodland, 
 All the music of the waters, 
 Every whisper of the breezes. 
 
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 Stirred the blood of young Abeka, 
 When he wandered with his Wabose, 
 Through the shadows of that forest, 
 In the fulness of the summer, 
 I)reathing words of love and gladness. 
 
 O the dreary days of autumn, 
 When he watched her sinking, dying, 
 Flushed with fever like the maple. 
 Shaken like the leaves of aspen. 
 Ere the early snows of winter . 
 Spread their mande o'er the forest. 
 She had passed to the Hereafter. 
 Kindly hands of women bore her 
 To her distant place of burial, 
 Where the tall and stately pine trees 
 Tower above the birch and basswood. 
 
 There Abeka often lingered, 
 Catching echoes from the branches 
 
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 Of liis sii^hinor and his moanincr, 
 
 When the North winds played upon them. 
 
 Through the gloom of frozen forests, 
 When the snow lay on the branches, 
 Bending down the longest branches 
 Of the hemlock and the cedar, 
 All alone Abeka wandered, 
 F'or his heart was dead within him. 
 Lonely were his midnight watchings. 
 Startled by the night owl's screeching, 
 Or the shrill and dismal music 
 Of the wolfish pack approaching. 
 Sometimes silent hours of moonlight 
 Shed their magic o'er the forest, 
 And the rabbit, the Wabasso — 
 Little white one, like the maiden — 
 Leaped along its beaten pathways, 
 Paused, and full of timid wonder, 
 Fixed its two soft eyes upon him. 
 
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 In the lodges of his people, 
 Never had been seen a Pale-Face ; 
 Nev"r yet had come a Black Robe 
 Bearing Cross of mystic meaning. 
 Only vague and blind traditions, 
 Only secrets of magicians, 
 Empty songs and incantations, 
 Taught him of the world of spirits. 
 Of the land of the Hereafter. 
 
 Though he well had loved the war-path, 
 And was proud of skill in hunting, 
 Bow and arrows lay neglected. 
 In those heavy days of anguish. 
 But one thought was ever with him, 
 But one wild desire possessed him ; 
 For the old men often told him, 
 That by fasting and by dreaming, 
 By forsaking all his kindred. 
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 To the land of Souls and Shadows. 
 This one purpose fired his fancy ; 
 Daily fasts and niiL^htly vigils 
 Gave him weird and mystic visions, 
 iMlIing all his mind with wonder. 
 Hope and wonder, strangely blended. 
 
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 Rising with the sun one morning, 
 Followed by his faithful deer-hound, 
 Over frozen lakes and rivers. 
 Over swamps and over mountains, 
 Guided by the old traditions, 
 With light feet he started Southward. 
 Though the air were thick with snow-ilakes. 
 Though the sun and stars were hidden, 
 Yet he never was mistaken. 
 Never took the wrong direction, 
 For the topmost boughs of hemlock, 
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 Tightly stretched on frames of hardwood, 
 
 Borc! him lightly over snowdrifts, 
 
 Marking all his path behind him ; 
 
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 Melted every trace of winter. 
 
 And he heard the sweet birds singing, 
 |Saw the fragrant blossoms bursting, 
 [And the tender leaflets shewincr 
 
 Ti|)s of green on all the branches. 
 |Now Abeka's footsteps quickened, 
 |For he saw a well worn pathway 
 frhrough a grove of giant pine trees — 
 
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 « Held conir union still with mortals. 
 
 Silently he followed onward, 
 frhroui^di the melancholy pine trees, 
 With their sad and solemn swaying. 
 And their sighing in the South wind. 
 Save the sighing of the pine trees, 
 All was perfect stillness round him. 
 ^Many times he saw a White Dove 
 Flitting through the deepest shadows, 
 Noiseless as the sailing cloudit^t. 
 Shining out against the darkness, 
 .Whiter than the snows of winter. 
 
 Soon he found the patli ascending, 
 rill he reached a lofty terrace. 
 Near the summit of a mountain. 
 
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 Once before, when wounded, bleeding, 
 Tortured by his cruel foemen. 
 While they sang the death-song o'er him, 
 He had seen the dreadful Paw-guk, 
 Waiting for him in the darkness — 
 Now again he sees him waiting. 
 
 Clad in robes of blackest sable. 
 
 At a wigwam's open doorway, 
 
 Stood a form of giant stature ; 
 
 Hoary locks in snowy whiteness 
 ^Floated, cloudlike, down his shoulders ; 
 fiercely burned his fiery eyeballs, 
 
 Piercing through Abeka's bosom, 
 
 Reading every thought within him. 
 
 Fear, at first, had made him speechless, 
 ope soon filled his heart with boldness, 
 
 fAnd, in words of power and passion, 
 
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 Scarce ten rapid words were spoken 
 When the other interrupted : — 
 
 " Cease your idle talk of these things, 
 For I know your thoughts and actions, 
 Know your passion and your sorrow ; 
 I have helped you on this journey, 
 I am here to bid you welcome. 
 She, whom you are seeking after, 
 Rested with me, way worn, weary, 
 Rested for her journey onward. 
 Enter now into my wigwam, 
 I will answer your enquiries, 
 Give you guidance for the future." 
 
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 Kindly, then, he led Abeka, 
 Seated him on couch of bearskin. 
 Answered all his eager questions. 
 Told him when his Wabose passed there. 
 How she urgently entreated 
 
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 That she might return to wander 
 Throuo-h the forests near Abeka, 
 
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 With the winds to breathe upon him ; 
 Sometimes, in his dreams, to tell him 
 
 [ All the love she lavished on him. 
 Sadly had she learned the lessons 
 Of her altered state and nature. 
 Of her future life and duties. 
 But one answer she had offered 
 To all words of hope and promise — 
 " Happiness comes not without him, 
 " Joy is only in his presence, 
 " I will wait till he comes for me — 
 
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 Taking pity on her sorrow, 
 Called his messenger, the White Dove, 
 Told her— if she found Abeka 
 
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 Thus Abcka learned the secret 
 Of those weird and mystic visions, 
 That had filled his mind with wonder — 
 Hojje and wonder, strangely blended. 
 And he heard, with deep emotion, 
 Why the White Dove hovered round him, 
 In his fasts and in his vigils, 
 Stirred his thoughts, and shaped his fancies, 
 Till she led him through the forest, 
 Toward the land of Souls and Shadows. 
 These things all were told Abeka 
 By the Master of the Wigwam. 
 
 Then he took Abeka with him, 
 .i Out again, and pointing Southward, 
 '' " Yonder lake," he said, " divides you 
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 " And the purple of its mountains. 
 *' Hut you cannot take your body ; 
 *' Leave it with your bow and arrows, 
 ♦:' Leave it with your door and knapsack ; 
 *• On returning you shall find them." 
 Quick compliance made Abeka, 
 And upon a couch of bearskin 
 Left his body, still and lifeless, 
 Guarded by his faithful deer-hound. 
 
 Thrilling with a sense of freedom, 
 Bounding forward like a red deer, 
 Sweeping onward like an eagle. 
 Like an arrow flew Abeka. 
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 .11 the beasts had lost their shyness — 
 Timid fawns seemed not to fear him. 
 
 As the sun shines throuL^h the water, 
 .s the sea gull sails the storm wind, 
 As the moonbeams pierce the forest, 
 iSo Abeka smoothly glided. 
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 [And the landscape grew more varied- 
 Richer in its changing beauty, 
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 Swans and wild fowl sailed upon it, 
 Rising, falling, with the billows, 
 While, below them, golden fishes 
 Swam and glistened in the sunlight. 
 
 In the distance rose an Island — 
 Clad with verdure all its mountains, 
 Bright with blossom all its valleys. 
 Floating on the crystal waters, 
 A canoe of dazzling whiteness. 
 Fashioned out of purest White Stone, 
 Waited, ready for Abeka. 
 Stepping lightly in the centre. 
 Scarcely had he touched a paddle. 
 When he turned and saw beside him, 
 His dear Wabose, his long lost one. 
 With her own canoe and paddle, 
 White and shining like the other. 
 
 She restrained his strong emotion 
 By her smiles and warning gestures. 
 
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 Shining from her lovely features 
 
 Glowed a radiancy of beauty, 
 
 Pure and gentle as the moonlight, 
 
 Clear and sparkling as the starlight. 
 
 By her loving smile he knew her, 
 
 By her eyes that oft had spoken 
 
 More than falt'ring tongue could tell him, 
 
 Then she, pointing towards the Island, 
 
 Signed to him to hasten thither. 
 
 Imitating all his motions. 
 
 By his side she paddled onward 
 
 Out upon the limpid waters. 
 
 Soon the waves rose up before them, 
 Curling, dark and fierce, upon them, 
 Threat'ning both canoes with danger. 
 As the white canoes approached it. 
 Every billow seemed to vanish, 
 Fading as they glided through it. 
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 For the Master of Life remembered 
 That their lives had both been blameless. 
 He had helped the old and feeble, 
 Many times he shared their burdens, 
 Fed them through the dreary winters. 
 Giving from his corn and venison — 
 Fruits of hunting and of labour — 
 She had cared for little children, 
 Tenderly had loved the orphans, 
 Nursed the wounds of stricken warriors, 
 And had often wept and pleaded, 
 Begging mercy for the captives 
 That they might be spared from torture. 
 
 But the sights of that strange voyage, 
 Filled the lovers' hearts with sorrow. 
 Fathoms deep, beneath the water, 
 Strewn upon the sandy reaches. 
 Scattered o'er the rocky ledges. 
 Lay the forms of those who perished 
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 All around them In the waters, 
 Old and young were struggling, sinking, 
 Men and maidens without number, 
 or all nations, tribes and kindreds. 
 Ancient chiefs and famous warriors, 
 Came with shouts of hope and triumph. 
 Dashed their paddles through the surges, 
 Laughing at the foaming billows. 
 Vain were all their fierce exertions, 
 Useless all their foolish shouting ; 
 No one listened to their clamour. 
 None applauded at their boasting. 
 Slowly each canoe was filling, 
 Sinking lower, sinking surely. 
 Unless hidden hands of Spirits 
 Smoothed its pathway through the waters. 
 Guardian Spirits these, who follow 
 Each of us from days of childhood. 
 Ready always with assistance, 
 Anxious always to befriend us. 
 
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 But their power to lu-Ii) is measured 
 \\y the love we bear our fellows, 
 Wy the kindness of our actions, 
 And our sympathy for sorrow. 
 
 On this passage to the Island 
 There were some canoes of White Stone 
 Hearing only little children — 
 Happy, smiling little children — 
 And the waters never harmed them, 
 As they glided gently onwards. 
 To the Island of the Blessed. 
 
 Suddenly, as in a moment, 
 After passing through all dangers, 
 On the .shore the two companions 
 Found themselves in safety landed. 
 Hand in hand they went together. 
 Over flowery fields they wandered, 
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 Where the waterfalls made music, 
 Where the streamlet softly murmured 
 Sending to the birds above it, 
 Songs to match their sweetest singing. 
 All the fragrance of the woodland, 
 All the beauties of the forest, 
 All its charms and all its secrets, 
 Filled their hearts with joy unspoken. 
 Cold and famine came not near them, 
 For the balmy air sustained them, 
 And they quaffed the spicy Southwind. 
 
 There, on couch of moss reclining, 
 Long they watched the Souls and Shadows, 
 Thronging past in countless numbers. 
 Turning gentle eyes upon them, 
 Wearing each a smile of gladness. 
 Giving looks of love and welcome. 
 All remembrance of the sorrows, 
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 In the old life of the mortals, 
 
 Had been swept from out their mem Vies 
 
 By the fierce and stormy waters. 
 
 And no voice of lamentation, 
 
 And no words of pain or anguish, 
 
 And no bitter cry of parting, 
 
 Broke the peaceful stillness round them. 
 
 When the actions in the old life 
 Had been cruel, false, and selfish, 
 And the beating of the storm waves 
 Could not wash away their traces 
 From the memories of the Shadows, 
 These could never reach the Island, 
 But, forlorn, forsaken beings. 
 To and fro they ever drifted. 
 With the currents and the tempests, 
 Till, at last, they sank to silence, 
 In the sleep that is eternal. 
 
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 While Abeka mused and pondered 
 On the mystery of his new life, 
 Came a voice of softest cadence, 
 Floating on the gentle breezes, 
 Floating like a cloud in summer. 
 Though the accents th.Hled Abeka, 
 And he knew their fullest meaning. 
 Yet the words were not a language 
 Spoken by the Earthly nations. 
 
 All around they felt a Presence, 
 In the shadows It was near them, 
 In the sunlight It was with them, 
 But their eyes could not behold It. 
 
 As the mother stills her inf^mt. 
 By her sweet but wordless singing ; 
 As the wild bird sounds her warning 
 To the timid brood around her, 
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 Spoke to him with fullest meaning. 
 " Go," it said, - back to your people, 
 " Since your task is not accomplished. 
 " To your people I will send you, 
 " You shall be a chief among them, 
 " Ruling them with love and wisdom. 
 " For great purposes 1 made you— 
 " These, my messenger shall shew you 
 " When he gives you back your body, 
 " So that you may guide your people, 
 " So that you may lead them with you, 
 " Safely to the Happy Island. 
 " Go, but leave your Wabose with me ; 
 " She shall wait your second coming, 
 " Always young and always faithful, 
 " Young and fair as when I called her 
 " From the land of snows and forests." 
 
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 To the listeners in his Wigwam, 
 Sometimes doubters were among them. 
 Who beheved that in his fasting, 
 In his long and weary vigils, 
 He had seen a mystic vision, 
 And had never left his body, 
 Never crossed the stormy water. 
 Never seen again his Wabose. 
 
 But none ever dared to show him. 
 That they doubted what he told them : 
 For he faithfully believed it ; 
 And he ruled his people wisely, 
 So that he might take them with him, 
 When he next should cross the water, 
 In the bright canoe of White Stone, ' 
 To the Island of the Blessed.