Monday, June 17, 2013

 
"Then the grateful Hiawatha
Called the Mama, the woodpecker,
From his perch among the branches
Of the melancholy pine-tree,
And, in honor of his service,
Stained with blood the tuft of feathers
On the little head of Mama;
Even to this day he wears it,
Wears the tuft of crimson feathers
As a symbol of his service"
 
The Song of Hiawatha: Hiawatha and the Pearl-Feather
by H. W. Longfellow