WHEN Hiawatha was a baby, his mother died, and he lived with his grandmother, Nokomis. Her wigwam stood in a thick forest, on the shore of the Big-Sea-Water.
Here old Nokomis nursed little Hiawatha and rocked him in his cradle, singing many strange songs to him.
When Hiawatha grew older, he sat at the door of the wigwam, where he heard the whispering of the pine trees, heard the lapping of the water, and learned a little song to sing to the fire-fly.
He saw the moon rise, and seeing the shadows on it, asked Nokomis to tell him about them.
Good Nokomis said, "Once a warrior, very angry, seized his grandmother and threw her right against the moon. It is her body you see there."
He saw the rainbow, and whispered, "What is that, Nokomis?"
Nokomis answered, "'T is the heaven of flowers