The pageant of Schenectady, in celebration of the two hundred and fiftieth anniversary of the founding of Schenectady, given in Union college grounds, May 30th and 31st and June 1st, 1912 . , when the hour is will summon to these wigwams Win ego. Maskato. 8 The great Chiefs of the Five Nations; He will call a camp-fire council And the chiefs will smoke the peace-pipe. On a hill-top far and lonelyHiawatha keeps his vigil,While below him in the valley-Waits Ocheera, the swift a sign from HiawathaWill Ocheera come to tell usThat the council fire be lighted. \\isely Hiaw
The pageant of Schenectady, in celebration of the two hundred and fiftieth anniversary of the founding of Schenectady, given in Union college grounds, May 30th and 31st and June 1st, 1912 . , when the hour is will summon to these wigwams Win ego. Maskato. 8 The great Chiefs of the Five Nations; He will call a camp-fire council And the chiefs will smoke the peace-pipe. On a hill-top far and lonelyHiawatha keeps his vigil,While below him in the valley-Waits Ocheera, the swift a sign from HiawathaWill Ocheera come to tell usThat the council fire be lighted. \\isely Hiawatha rules us, He, the Son of the Great Spirit. All this green month of new leafageHe has been apart and silent;And toward evening, by his wigwam,He has sat with face upliftedLooking toward the Land of as one who hears strange voicesCalling, calling, through the my heart grows very heavy. [Resumes zvoik]No, I will not think upon it;There may be no cause for sorrow;I will give my thoughts to the meantime Indian maidensNeed not let their hands be idle. [Exit Maskato] Star-of-Springtime. She has gone! Oh. in my pulsesI can feel the pulse of Spring-time!. Mr. G!en Smith as Hiawalha Plioto by White 10 Let us dance, O Minnewaska,To the flute of Kikokewis! Minnewaska. Plead with him, then, Star-of-Springtime,Tell him that we love his musicBetter than we love the south-wind. Star-of-Springtime. Play to us, O Kikokewis,You alone who know the flute notes,That can move our feet to to us, O Kikokewis! [He plays, they dance.] Star-of-Springtime. Play again, O Kikokewis. Bright Flozver. Listen! Is it Hiawatha? Minnewaska. No, it is the Braves returning! They are going on the war-path. All their tomahawks are ready! Let us stay and see the war-dance![Indian maidens gather in the background. Braves enterfrom right.] Herons Plume. Play to us, O Kikokewis! Mishka, dance for us the war-dance! Mishka. Why this war-talk?—we are peaceful. Herons Plume.
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