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On the shores of Gitche Gumee, / Of the shining Big-Sea-Water, / Stood Nokomis, the old woman, / Pointing with her finger westward, / O'er the water pointing westward, / To the purple clouds of sunset.
Fiercely the red sun descending / Burned his way along the heavens, / Set the sky on fire behind him, / As war-parties, when retreating, / Burn the prairies on their war-trail; / And the moon, the Night-sun, eastward, / Suddenly starting from his ambush, / Followed fast those bloody footprints, / Followed in that fiery war-trail, / With its glare upon his features.