Note 11 — MANABOZHO AND WEST

Back retreated Mudjekeewis, Rushing westward o’er the mountains, Stumbling westward down the mountains, Three whole days retreated fighting, Still pursued by Hiawatha To the doorways of the West-Wind, To the portals of the Sunset ... . . . . “Hold,” at length cried Mudjekeewis, “Hold, my son, my Hiawatha! ’Tis impossible to kill me, For you cannot kill the immortal.” —Hiawatha