Week 10 Story: Hiawatha and the Hare
Hiawatha On the dawn of the day of the nineteenth year of Hiawatha, a great chill spread over the whole of the plain and forest. From where this chill was from, no man, woman, or creature could say. As the people continued working as they do in Spring, the grasp of frost began to eat at the sapling plants in the gardens. Such a plague of ice was unknown to these people, and it was not long until the men and women were without plan, without food, and without hope. Soon came a hare to the circle of wigwams, a meager beast of little more than bones and fur. It hopped to Hiawatha, seated within his dwelling next to a fire consuming a small ration of maize dried last harvest. The great warrior saw the pathetic look of the rabbit, and extended his hand to the creature in an act of mercy. The hare began to eat the morsels, the little food Hiawatha had remaining, and soon its strength seemed to return. It energetically began to escape, but indicated to Hiawatha to follow. The weakened war...