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And he wooed her with caresses, / Wooed her with his smile of sunshine, / With his flattering words he wooed her, / With his sighing and his singing. / Hiawatha
Cogewea soon returned to the teepee in dry habiliments and with a show of her old gaiety. Seating herself on the vacant buffalo robe, she spoke: