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Two good friends had Hiawatha, / Singled out from all the others, / Bound to him in closest union, / And to whom he gave the right hand / Of his heart, in joy and sorrow; / Chibiabos, the musician, / And the very strong man, Kwasind.
Straight between them ran the pathway, / Never grew the grass upon it; / Singing birds, that utter falsehoods, / Story-tellers, mischief-makers, / Found no eager ear to listen, / Could not breed ill-will between them, / For they kept each other's counsel, / Spake with naked hearts together, / Pondering much and much contriving / How the tribes of men might prosper.