From the homes of those who knew him, Passing silent through the forest, 180 Like a smoke-wreath wafted sideways, Slowly vanished Chibiabos! Where he passed, the branches moved not, Where he trod, the grasses bent not And the fallen leaves of last year 185 Made no sound beneath his footsteps. Four whole days he journeyed onward Down the pathway of the dead men; On the dead man's strawberry feasted, Crossed the melancholy river, 190 On the swinging log he crossed it,-- Came unto the Lake of Silver, In the Stone Canoe was carried To the Islands of the Blessed, To the land of ghosts and shadows. 195 On that journey, moving slowly, Many weary spirits saw he, Panting under heavy burdens, Laden with war-clubs, bows and arrows, Robes of fur, and pots and kettles, 200 And with food that friends had given For that solitary journey. "Ay! why do the living," said they, "Lay such heavy burdens on us! Better were it to go naked, 205 Better were it to go fasting, Than to bear such heavy burdens On our long and weary journey!" Forth then issued Hiawatha, Wandered eastward, wandered westward, 210 Teaching men the use of simples And the antidotes for poisons, And the cure of all diseases. Thus was first made known to mortals All the mystery of Medamin, 215 All the sacred art of healing. [Illustration: _Basket Used by the Pawnee Indians for Carrying Corn or Berries._] [Illustration: "With the sacred belt of Wampum."] XVI. PAU-PUK-KEEWIS.