Note 17 — THE DUCK AND THE NORTH WEST WIND

And at night Kabibonokka To the lodge came, wild and wailing, Heaped the snow in drifts about it, Shouted down into the smoke-flue, Shook the lodge poles in his fury, Flapped the curtain of the doorway, Shingebis, the diver, feared not, Shingebis, the diver, cared not; Four great logs had he for firewood, One for each moon of the winter, And for food the fishes served him, By his blazing fire he sat there, Warm and merry, eating, laughing, Singing, “O Kabibonokka, You are but my fellow mortal!” —Hiawatha