The Feast of the Virgins and Other Poems

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the pomp

s by a flic

n by toil

worn hand he

t a shoe h

brown table a

r and wan

at the bro

rosy feet

ne carols a

mes on the

dreams of the

merry Chri

s are wet with

in her bos

DREAMS OF THE BY GONE YEARS, A

oked up; her

t the smo

pale face we

n would

mama," she

hristmas gi

mother's

ted warm

y child!" th

t her to

ose Son was

ious gif

nd trouble

life's se

soul shall

ilt spare

F THE

in the midst, they said unto him "Master, this woman was taken in adultery, in the very act. Now Mos

hand to me

loving h

, alas, a

sin an

epths I cr

p mine ey

om my sin

loving

us-blesse

but thou

t with praye

oul with

p, O sacr

uised hear

to be pur

holy an

Pharisees

writing i

rish, Son

ive the ste

d?-for Je

inless cas

bes have al

harisees

re are thin

vanished

condemned t

ekly answe

ke His bles

ed for si

en will I c

y and sin

A

e desert a

e-towers,

d halls the

s bask in b

gs piled th

re robbed by r

sing their f

ir ashes fr

e drift of

lost and k

graves the

nds drift o'

years are

d on the wri

ong the wi

saw the p

lords on s

his monum

n on the d

e and be

s of pagean

eath their fo

inned and H

led the ru

sang immor

heroes e

lazed in I

ned the Nor

en piled t

ve perished wi

wrote their

icks and Ru

emples, gat

rch and Da

d like the

to-day-to-m

r fame men d

eat and Ar

flood and fi

in the shi

the ocean,

burying me

names, the b

n hour like

forever. I

, lost fo

rom every a

ds clamor o

ame!-O dus

es as they

s but a mor

st perish-n

s but a gra

n a shore

orlds lie i

millions-w

an of bone

e nothing le

; He is wis

humbly hope

NO

ed o'er the leas and the o

the trees, by the sweet-s

e bees, as they gathered

low melodies the air

sound of "a,"-"i" the sound of "e" and "u" the sound of "oo." S

s and more have fled fro

aded shore of the dark-w

ble and roar o'er the falls

r of Earth, sat the India

north, and the south,

and lakes, and above the

ver breaks into spray and

-skin tees[F] of the chi

the breeze, flew the flag o

of a lance-the feath

the dance, from the prairi

ing bands, and honored

ring strands they danced

n the caves, deep under th

nd waves hung their offeri

of life-Anpé-tu-wee,

nd wife, burned the sacred gr

of-hearts-fierce Tá-ku Sk

st parts of the earth, an

eeing eyes, the deeds of

skies, sees the fish as

tongue feast, and singing

se in the East-in the red,

he skies, to his lodge in

oes[H] arise, rushing loud fr

hey heard, flying far fro

Thunder-Bird, with the ar

LS, PUBLISHED AT LONDON, IN 1778, FROM A SURVEY AND SKETCH MADE BY CAPT. J.

s and more have fled fro

's roar, in the moon of th

n[I] was born Winona-wi

ng, at morn, o'er the hil

ke a queen-a romping an

ant green, and played i

les and whirls o'er the mur

the pearls that gleamed in

ng hair flung like the robe

sung, or the gold-breas

were her feet, and as sur

fleet o'er the hills and

t as she ran, and lookin

den or man that vainly

e was she, and the prid

ed his tee, and gladdene

-pe-weé-the moon when t

ll sugar-tree are as red

der the lea are aflame wi

of wild-rice-from the meado

llards rejoice, and grow f

les of moose and the flesh

ark canoes well laden wi

nters, behold, came a m

kled and old, and clad

d slow, and he walked with

ing snow were the thin lock

g his beard, flowing down

and weird, and often

ous tongue, as he bent o

and sung, in a low voic

reek-all the same were hi

nd the meek, wide-wondering

-it was he, long lost

decree to carry the

to die, in the swamps,

on high, and she led h

im as men-in the form

the fen, from the slough

ass, as they followed the

and the grass, and mumb

the braves, for they deeme

isome caves, and walks o

h in his hand, to deco

nderstand, but his torn han

ers and said: "He feedet

f God sent to save me f

face, and his tones touche

er apace, and they led

he learned the tongue

father yearned to lead t

Thunder-birds-their worship

ed his words, for he read

ommands by his tongue shou

n his hands, or the cros

the sands, and his dim

ok to the East-to the silv

fs at the feast-at the fea

d father spurned the fles

rs were burned in the hot,

the poor priest, from the h

ast but the father must

ters revered,-they deem

father heard,-it interp

im to pray this marve

hippewa might be ambushe

in the land, proclaiming,

s at hand; repent ye, an

otherhood that, threading

lent flood at the falls

on: FATHER

anger[O] he sat, awaiti

n begat in the heart o

and spoke; she brought hi

l and oak, and flesh of

for his feet and leggin

mplete, and a hood of

he mat, deftly braiding

teepee she sat, enchan

s on the sea and the tee

t charity of the Christ

trance when he spoke of t

lleys of France to the wil

of snow in the heart of

canoe through the waves

ver are they," said th

azi-kuté,[74] but their word

the swan, but their hearts

akán[R] ever walks by t

ng in wrath, flinging fire

es death in the flash o

the snow lay drifted a

e the foe-came the storm-b

on the plains, on the ice-c

urricanes blown abroad fro

n his den, and the elk

ie-hen made their beds in t

and stood in the hollows

heir food in the lee of

ed from the north, from the

lver-fox forth to their den

s ill; in his breast bur

cal skill of Wicásta Wak

mber he fell, and awoke i

ell-done!" and the harps i

oss and he won the cov

n he died, meekly followi

is side-Ta-té-psin's c

with tears, and his bones

. The years sprinkled frost

e dreamed of the fearless

ddles gleamed on the breas

trangers beamed on the maid

the light of the lover

of the night,-but she neve

-kuté-a fearless and

and he was the pride o

her bed, had the brave held

ed her head and rejected

iced birds trilled and war

the herds cropped the grass

of rose wide-wafted fro

repose lay the bright, blu

f brooks, and low was th

nd nooks lay the broods of

[71] The band lay at rest

iful land walked the spir

ful hand wide scattering

n the west-to his lodge i

her nest in the oak on t

he day, by the shore of

s and gay made joy in

flowing hair, and limbed

and there they dived and

n the lake when the moon i

powils wake on the shore

a song,-strange voice

wept along with DuLuth

les they sung, and this the

chemin j'a

liers bie

, larido

n, lari

aliers bi

al, et l'au

, larido

, larido

ARRIVAL OF DU

r in the glade alarmed by

ismayed, the nude nymphs

shade, and peered from t

me man was DuLuth, and

a he ran, and boldly a

n the strand, and gazing

ered his hand unto Wáz

anger were led DuLuth a

spread, and the Peace-pipe[23

sting at night, and joy a

ith delight with the flamin

nkets untold, and the fair

o behold the friends fro

rom the rest-the quee

guest-hardly heeding th

ing admired, and straightwa

ttired with necklet a

her face, and her glad eye

ee apace she brought hi

Menard; and related the

d regard he inspired i

with her kin, in the mound

in the skin of the red-deer

come from the East-from th

the feast, on the shores of

ch of his youth and his frien

now in truth I behold th

s, I ween, and her eyes f

ace of a queen and carrie

iful France-from his ho

omance, with a Norman h

er, by chance DuLuth soug

of the Rhone, the win

s of the Sa?ne, the heart

berry trees, and the fair

he breeze, while the honey-

ous Rhone, leaping down fro

t-flowing Sa?ne, meeting,

and leas, by the orchard

hire-blue seas of the glor

overed shore,'mid the mul

tiful Flore, with her hair l

he breeze, and her cheeks l

seas, as the sun lifts h

en the bees, singing sip th

lone in the heart of t

unknown to the land o

n the Rhone,'mid the mulbe

by the zone that girdled

71] he remained in the val

s he gained, and the love

d the chase; with the hunt

the race when the red elk

es[77] he played, and he won

he made, and he danced a

oar of his gun he astoni

Máza Wakán"-the migh

, "of the fire in the talon

in his ire, and shoots his

Wází-kuté, appointed

tood by his tee, on the s

and the dunes and the bill

the Loons[79]-a league a

and afar, to the races a

rs were there from Kapóz

a share of the legions t

as prepared by the dili

des fared in the gene

tical clan appointed

kán"[Z]-at the end of

are they, and the secre

hat betray is the doom

zí-kuté was the chief

OOT R

the prize for the swiftest

kies, when the flames swe

polished bow, and a quiv

will bestow on the fleet-f

are there from the seve

ey prepare, and among t

k and the bear their si

f the deer and strong ar

aying of drums, and the Bab

eftain comes, and DuLuth bri

m the Seine, horn-handle

the plain, and the Chief

s they fly-like the wolves o

ie they vie, and strain thei

hangs a cloud of warrior

nd loud are the cheers and

hey return o'er the emera

t and they yearn, and the

hu,[AA] the fleet-the pri

ged feet, but his prize

he post, and his are th

the host and award of t

arrior's stride, and haug

pride, and he scoffed at

man![AB] my feet are as

eavers I ran; but where

will dare match his feet

and beware, ere he stake h

y jeered, for they liked no

appeared, for his feet wor

the chief stepped DuLuth a

brief,-I will run with the

a are tired; abide till

s admired, for strong were

d and loud rose the cheers

the crowd stood the glad

f the west walked the sun

nd the guest, at the tap o

the hordes were gathere

heir words and they roared

ntend, and some for the

to the end, with the ski

í-kuté-the mother

e from the tee with a vaun

be on her son who, she boas

tain looked on, approving

of a fawn to her lodge

on the lawn, by the side

th, with his own hands,

forsooth, the tongue of

as aflame with the red o

of acclaim; but dark w

and prepare,-DuLuth in h

s of his hair down droop to

e debonair, as he tighten

ns bare, save the belt and

ka aware that the eyes o

of a bear and his legs a

aves the flag, and away on

e a stag,-like a bound on hi

once more to the hills, f

ops, they roar with the stor

ie they fly, and still

al are nigh, and slowly

the lake,-now they run full

for the stake for a long m

a hound, when the swift rive

resound, winding shrill thro

on the ground falls the fle

nd a bound springs the

s is the shout of his swa

ill it's out," said DuLuth

for the foot of the wily

on the route, and turn

DuLuth were the jeers and

ed wroth at the trick

he speeds-like a hurrica

leads!-and behold, with

succeeds, 'mid the roar

n in May was the voic

away, and sulking he

nd the fire of revenge i

h ire and his eyes were

EPEE, OR SACR

epee-Wákan!" 'tis the ni

ief of the clan, as he rattl

che-ga [81] beat the drumm

nka [81] greet like the mur

dar wood for the feast was

therhood first must fast and

of the head must they pain

f blood-red, with the stri

ark and profound, Unkt

rible sound of the battl

and around were scattered

f the ground rose and fell

rs prevailed. Wakín-yan

ns he wailed, and his h

the earth, and the beasts a

forth from the heart of th

the hordes, and he said: "

and the birds, and the fish

y words,-let them sound

ee and hate Wakinyan,

is great, and he laughs

nd the Sun,-for they are y

Sun be:-Wakán Até; on

Wakán[73] all-pervadin

, but He dwells in th

of the stone-in the hard g

ever Tunkán-grandfath

or my own; ye shall be as

al bone and the magical

shall heed: Ye shall hon

hers; in need, one shall f

the crow.[AH] Hold as sac

aft of the foe, for the sou

tle, but spare the inno

eware,-let the word o

at the tee-be he friend

nty be free; lay a robe for

in peace, if the peace-p

increase, and your lodges

the land, and the spirit

at command, with the p

rney afar-o'er the shinin

shining star[8] in the

e they sang, and they danc

-che-ga rang and the shrill

n the east-from the couch

d the feast sang the son

a o-hná

o-hná m

ité waka

án-Tunk

dan peji

è-he

ité wak

ité, nápè dú

yúha, nápè dú

SLAT

-down he ma

-down he ma

r-he of the my

it

ather-Gr

made me magi

is

tery,-grown

ve it

r Grandfather str

ruped, stretch

s of the east Anpétuwee

the feast, and communed

the tee to the eyes of

e to be, were endowed w

azí-kuté, Tamdóka, t

of man-since he sprang from t

e Wakán" by the warlik

the clan work their will w

A'S W

of mist trailed their whi

heads to be kissed by the fir

h the breath of the rose

on the heath from his home i

ure. DuLuth stood alone

of his youth stood the blue-ey

grass broke his dream a

on the face of Winona, w

ng hair, like the round, go

s fair as his own bloomi

on the air, like the gleam o

red shore, in the sun-fav

aract's roar for the mournf

the sprite for her babe

he night, when the moon wa

ies," he said, "DuLuth

of the dead for her babe

in his heart that is hea

Chief depart; he returns t

the chief,-she will kind

her grief, if she stay

were aflame with the bloom

Chief to blame?" said DuL

ess," she said, "but the h

y lead, O blue-eyed, brav

in the mound, and a step-

and renowned, is bent with

he spear,-no longer hi

f the deer, or the bear o

the wind shakes his white ha

me behind, without brot

in the wind, and a wolf

or the bride[55] to the lodg

replied that she liked

sent away, but the tongu

follows his prey, and abides

said, "but my path i

or the maid to the far-

of my band, and the bra

e land, and a cloud of

ter return and toss the wh

f will burn in his lodge a

again comes the chief of

ters remain in the land

uté guides the White Ch

é[AM]-on the breast of th

chman delay, but his pathw

ed voice swelled with alarm

beheld thy death in

a smile, but revenge ne

o beguile; but beware o

will walk by thy side in

a hawk on the trail of

s he,-the Chief of

ath; I can see thy trail

e. Slumber not like the

the glare of the eyes that

d DuLuth, "for I carry

my youth, and stout are t

truth, and the heart of th

r maid,-'tis the crucified

it in need, and his spirit

my aid; he is stronger

afraid, hide away when he

bosom she hid the cru

replied; in her low voice

e aside, and she slowly

river's strand, admir

dimpled hand, her hair from t

'S DEP

ief adieu, on the shady s

e canoe, and the oars in t

ees: "A feast will await

n the East, in peace in

r be swift till they brin

a gift, may he smoke th

shall be lit, when the Whi

l he sit; he shall smoke wi

nd his son sends the Chief

Wakán[AR] to the Chief a

ps of dawn are the feet

Wakán;[AS] he is sly a

f red war howl the wolves

th-wind afar their feast

d pipe of peace, ere it passed

t Spirit bless with abundan

ghters increase, and the fir

his adieu to the Chief a

s canoe to the strokes

up the blue, bubbling stre

ail flew, like a sea-gull,

E WINTERS AND MORE HAVE FLED F

*

, FORSOOTH, THAT A CITY WO

lithe song of the voyag

along, sang the bugle-v

O

ome again! be

life of the

river with his p

s shelter on the w

shell and the w

man's shell is his

boatmen; ben

life of the

ome again! be

life of the

as downy as a

the feathers of t

he fat of the

de vie is th

boatmen; ben

life of the

ome again! be

life of the

ly boatman,-he

the portage a r

Cree, or a blo

s trail with th

boatmen; ben

life of the

ome again! be

life of the

the stag lifts his branch

on the flag, her ear sid

tiful Isle,[AV] half hid

while, watched the boat gr

e stream, where it turned a

the gleam of the oars e

s the song, like bridal

rolong, beating time with

the breeze, lists the air

mur of bees when the sun

y and sing in the dark, f

you bring the voice th

ANOE

m the South shakes his wings

er DuLuth follows fast

ald shores leafy woodland

nds the flowers peep tim

y the loon sits warily

y lagoon, stills the prattl

pled fawns prick their ears a

on the lawns, and gambol

Wakán's winding path throug

tmen pursue the swift-g

s out-do the stout, stea

ars in the race-the ten

the chase ply the six sta

sits DuLuth; in the stern

both urge the oars of

he eyes, winding blue in

res that lies unclaspt

the plain lies the reed-

t strain, on the track, neck

d mane froth-flecked, and

y the cry and the whip a

and fly, side by side, neck

the reeds, and away wing

ght o'er the meads, but she h

eir oars till the blue veins

awny breasts pours; but in

re ten, and but six are t

rden of men is matched b

or a mile, still they strain t

y isle, now ahead cree

profound, and the far-stre

resound, while the panting F

C

r the land night sprinkle

r's strand, in the midst

and beam on the trunks and

le and gleam the swarthy

f DuLuth, and the oth

nd uncouth of the voyag

e braves round their fire

leaves and the sough of

ding howl of the lone w

the owl, like a bugle-bl

oyageurs scowl at the s

es are the eyes of the wa

n the skies, when the cloud

the light of the flickerin

er by night, and securely

he teeth are the resolu

ith death, and to die ha

nd the wiles of the cunni

ith their smiles, and hid

fire, feigning sleep, lie t

rs heap their fire that sh

y to rest, with their guns by

molest but the gray, skul

moon gleams, weird and sti

forest she beams, and fit

way she paves, at times, o

the caves-in the heart o

s and there, the lazy

Spirits[72] flare and danc

s of death by the bed of

and beneath lie the weary-

Moon, through the gray, br

p and the boon of repose

n their care; e'en the broo

n the air!-'tis the light-r

ht in the leaves, or the m

mmer eyes, when the blaze

y forms, as still as the

that charms, on her nest

they creep, but their panthe

en asleep, in the glow of t

and a knife; in the left-h

o the strife!-or you sle

ey glide, like ghosts on

s, they bide but the sign

Not a breath stirs the leav

th death; like the footste

a bound, to their feet sp

st resound to the crack an

e ground clutch the earth. Fro

wings in affright, and plun

e night flee the dim, phanto

wolves pursue, fled the f

they flew, and wild terror

th through the night sent

, forsooth! Return to yo

ard as they fled, but on

renchmen, dead, lay seven

the slain, they found, as i

m the Seine, where it fell

ON THE FIELDS OF THEIR BATTLES. TILL CLOSE ON THE SLE

n, ere the sun peeped

egun, and they toiled up

assed on their way to the

it at last, and found Ake

f the lake; and a day in

s spake, to the brave Chief,

Chief, and a friend o

with grief at the treach

an, and his heart is as

erous clan and a snake-i

mised DuLuth, on the word

the truth to his cousi

Medé he smoked in the

ried away the bountif

nger prevail on the white

he trail to the lakes of

canoe, through the lakes to

they row,-up the Big

ows they go to the river

the Dalles-to the roar of

es and falls down the ragg

bilee to the low-moanin

ted sea o'er the ledge

s bore down the long, wind

ong with the roar of the t

ing there 'twixt two dew

et of hair on the breast

e trail, where they left i

ad the sail, and glided a

ts and forth, round the point

on the north, sloping down

t of the hill, a clust

ng with skill their net

s and more have fled fro

d, somber shore, in the

and the pines, saw the smok

ples and shrines of the Dru

, forsooth, that a city wo

of DuLuth, the untiring

he storms, and for men fr

iron arms o'er an empir

in the sails, and on flew

nd the dales, and the dark, r

Frenchman lay to his fort at

hunder Bay, where the gray

n the Cape, and the god of the

s huge shape from the breast

stward led his course to t

e shepherds, fed their wild she

uám-e-gon Bay defended

naw, lay his course to th

yriad hands, and streams t

stands, and he hums as h

s the car

s the murmu

the voice

in the midst

AND TA-

alling leaves. From the head

mage and grieves on the mea

ng oaks strew, and the breez

n pursue the down of th

s and brown in the glimm

es flock down, by thousands

airied plains, for their lon

the cranes, and choose wit

ening is cold, and l

are rolled, on the somber s

old through the haze pours

and ripe, on the moors, li

his pipe,-'tis the soft

[3] as he flies from Wazí

utiful eyes, and backwar

h in the skies the red s

lies, for the swift hu

rave, bends as he walk

he lends, and he feels wit

eps attends his gray dog,

s the chief of a fever t

in are brief. Once more

rm, dreamy haze of the b

vingly lays his head at

h sits a crow, down-peeri

below romp the nut-brown

ly flow, broad and deep, t

He laid his thin, shrive

he said, "no longer th

of thy hair, and the days

ful and fair in the lodge

my spear; from my bow they

the deer, like a gray wol

and mere, ran the feet

at are gone, and darkly

the moon when she walks thr

my ear. I have looked on

is near. Death walks b

voice, and thy heart to

joice that she heeded t

is near, and famine w

e the deer, or the flesh

have gone; they hunt in

n, alone, must I die

make my empty lodge

ther's sake, to the son of

tee will the bridal gif

s he, and the good spir

ter will be a feast-tim

and her voice was filia

-psin rejoice at the deat

hate. Must I die in

ef and I wait his return

ter return, and toss the w

ef will burn in his lodge

his feet far away to t

r his sweet, kindly voice c

ntreat, the return of

d, the meat of the bison

h and to spare; and if then

bear and the coon to th

le the spear; she can bend

the deer will she run o'er

in the tee, and kindle

ter shall be a feast-ti

ever return," half angr

ore burn in the land of th

as said that she loves the

Chief are red with the bloo

eplied, "Tamdóka him

nger had died by his treac

e him beware of the sly deat

fair, but his heart is

tale like a bird sang the

she heard of the deat

he is bold, and he carr

ill be told, and Tamdóka

brave shook; to himself

spoke,-only moaned he "

and blind! Yun-hé-hé! M

dog, whined as he looked

MI

the North-from the lan

issued forth the sharp-biting

e wide earth turned to stone,

vapors rose, and they cove

the snows, tossed and whirled

oared on the plains, like

ce hurricanes fled the elk

grew, till the frozen grou

blew, till the hillocks w

los fled, and the white ra

the dead howled the gaunt, hu

n their tees; by the lodge-fi

ed to appease, in their te

isease, like phantoms,

t the moon when the coons make

he coon, or the bear, ven

simoon swept the earth li

the store of wild-rice an

door, and sat crouching a

of deer and the gifts

good cheer, for I love the

a, for dear to his heart

his ears; in his heart

nd her tears touched the age

ed with years,-I am bent

is tee; let him pass to

s free and her own heart s

from the tee; low-mutter

muttered he, "but Winona s

The bow of Ta-té-psin

fted snow through the fores

ed mere, through the thic

the deer, but like phantoms

he sped; half famished s

r lone bed; on the buds of t

l preferred, from the tree-

she heard the dread famin

ng again on the trail of

kets in vain, for the gray wo

rom the plain chased the wol

wn she sat in the forest

her feet, and his otte

d," she said,-half-dream

Is he dead? Was he slai

er choice-make her choice

will rejoice in the far S

ical voice! he is coming!

dream!-'twas the memory

n Summer seem to be singi

osom she drew the cru

north-wind blew, as meek

" she prayed, "lead the fe

my aid, or the friend of th

tures played, and she lifte

-ktá! E-

è; é-ye-

e-ská, h

è, é-ye-

mdee-

NSLA

ome; he w

me, for he

Eagle, he

me, for he

ite E

d, and lo-allured by

ept a red roe and wonde

ss her bow; from her trembli

nd fled, but the white snow

thicket dead. On the tr

sh she ate. To the hungry

ran her feet, and she trailed

s was a star-the cold-gli

p afar, on the way to

y air wind the shrill hunge

-the blood of the deer ha

eadow, the wood, dash the

urden, but swift on her tra

rom the drift, in the reeds

nous eyes, for they see on

eir cries, but her heart

nona her knife, and a leg f

for her life,-to a low-br

trap[BQ] was tied; swiftly she s

to her side, and higher

ttled and bled, dealing deat

g the dead,-yea, devourin

and they growled, like the f

led, and the hoarse North-win

appeased by the blood and

s they raised, and the trail

ed for the prey, madly leapi

arrows slay, till the dead

t-time, at bay, in the oa

nd away skulked the gray cowar

nd the maid. Ere the sun rea

she laid at the feet o

appeased, and homeward h

st-land breezed from the Isl

nd the bear; o'er the snow thro

t bow and spear on their tr

he tree, and the bear to

as she, and Ta-té-psin's l

ustr

OF TA-

he wings of the spring come

obin sings, and the crocu

he brings of the blue-eyed,

er, alas, waned the lif

from the grass, to the Land

he passed, or the snow fr

at last, stood alone by

ed the trees to the sweet dew

on the leas, on his mound

hered the years and the spi

her tears, at the grave

an e-yáy-w

an e-yáy-w

an e-yáy-w

y-chay-dan tá

snee e-yáy-ch

an e-yáy-w

an e-yáy-w

y-chay-dan tá

NSLA

s my s

s my s

s my s

th alon

as one

s my s

s my s

th alon

the night gleaming oft thro

and bright on her dreams beam

and lost, sad and sweet were h

t, like a ghost, walked W

Far away-to the land of

Medé[BS] in the midst of h

e, like a bird, to the l

he heard the dip of

d the moon, but she saw not

the loon, but she heard n

but the star of her hope n

held it afar, like a tor

" she said; "he will come, f

the maid bent her ear for

in my ear still remains l

eps I hear; he is coming;

ned. Nevermore will the e

gged shore of the blue G

un brings; no tidings t

she sings, like a turtle

aké u

ntè m

aké u

ntè m

come again

heart

come again

heart

OF W

a[BT] the band took their

ters by land ran the shore

rchen canoes on the breast

they cruise, by the grassy

d with oaks that darken t

m the strokes of the oars

. The oar plied the maid

he shore of Remníca-the

lowed the deer, and the tho

of good cheer, curling blue t

hat arose, like the battle

d repose, to a dizzy

owed his prey, and the step

obey, by the custom

ere brought-the blankets

d, was bought by the cr

, in the flush of the glad

the thrush, and the red rob

must she go; she must kin

of her foe, as a slave a

wings of the East-wind h

ow-lark sings, but sad

melody brings but the m

the west to his lodge i

n the crest of the oak-hoo

o her nest, and the mottle

s a cry! Hear the shouts

nemy nigh,-of the cra

liff high-on the brink of

the sky. Hark! I hear the

pirit, look do

ng grounds in t

e light of my

s gone and

he East, but

White Chief w

his footsteps

led over the

tched till my

is heavy and c

l Winona his

hat sang in her

he feet of the t

ul couch sha

e his fire like

's daughter c

pirit, look d

ng-grounds in t

e light in my

s gone and

ND FLUTTERING SHE FELL, AND HE

imbed as she sang, and the

he sprang; like a panther

he crept turned the maid

eight leaped. Like a brant

ing she fell, and headlon

the wail, and the wil

dwells in the depths of t

re tells to the years as t

e night o'er the earth spre

aces; and light on the lake f

on the shore for her spir

of an oar, and a boat t

ht in the gray, gloaming mis

on his way from the Fal

TNO

F

Dakota name fo

G

by Shea, pp. 243 and 256. Parkman's Disco

H

untains, and their great Thunder-bird resembles in many respects the Jupiter of the Romans and the Zeus

I

in-wild-rice-

J

in ant

K

Creek to-day and empties into the Mississippi

L

sion and disappearance in the wilderness.

M

wond

N

morn

O

art for guests

P

cas

Q

the region of the

R

pirit in it. This is the common name a

S

htn

T

literally,

U

ade their nests in oak trees on Spirit-island-Wanagi-wita, just

V

ollet Island Wi-ta Was

W

favorite songs of t

X

d-c

Y

illage of the Mountains, situ

Z

edicine-dance-See

A

wi

A

oast of the

A

wi

A

lent to Oho!

A

a th

A

Father! have pit

A

akoo Wak

A

an

A

ming-bird comes from th

A

he Falls, or No

A

Sis

A

t of a lake or river into another, commonl

A

as seem to have had no other name for it. They gener

A

tas called the Crees

A

e to the roar of the wings of the Thund

A

s a devou

A

htay-Thou

A

r, now call

A

m-spiri

A

time the home of the

A

oods"-ha

A

Island"; the Dakota na

A

bwa

A

le

A

Aqui-pa-que-tin," and his v

A

"-it empties into the

B

which is a corruption of Gitchee Seebee-as Michigan is a corrupti

B

chee-Gumee See-bee-Great-lake River, i.e. t

B

till is, the Indians' canoe-route. I have walked over the old portage from the foot of the Dalles to the St. Louis above-t

B

ostle

B

ault Ste

B

berr

B

h-literally

B

e name of Wi

B

ter; My

B

Daughter,-M

B

d-g

B

cine

B

nu

B

rua

B

h-buds in winter. Indians

B

tar is the

B

d in carryi

B

in the day time. If they have followed a hunter all night, a

B

he Gitchee Gumee

B

the Mississippi, see

B

d G

B

of Tears-Called by the Dakotas Rem

B

uills of which are greatly

B

d from the rock,-that the rock was then perpendicular to the water's edge and she leaped into the lake, but now the rock has par

RI

ger, mine omms

ylv?, nunc form

ir

arbinger of

erdure and a

er our northern

ladness in thy

ndian Isle th

sand pleasures

s art thou s

he hope-upon t

y, O soft, ce

wers that fade no

wing balms; th

gladsome at th

upon the froz

les of grass a

ills and leafy

up where all wa

embers into fl

to life at the touch

ds fly the ca

ripple with t

ers, and the

ding hills are

gsters from t

ve-songs in the

twitter in a

journey on th

hee forth to wake t

SPRING ADA MARY

h-enchanting g

appy rustic

cked with viole

o the rhythm o

task the harv

ld into the

e tiller of h

his cheeks are

ine-kiss and by t

nkling bells o

leating on the

chippering in t

k cooing to hi

nd and o'er the

raising every

anthem, echoe

broad blue ben

o thee, God-given

MOL

uld I possesse

me-so gent

sessed all it

e, I would

lips-tho' I never

t as the wi

e angels in Heaven

e is as lo

at heart,-O tha

wn is cold

, but give me

e, I will e

8

S

true, and I kn

that blooms in t

I feel the warm

t I love thee wh

noontide my

silently wan

y dear one, for

d dove seeks at ni

of life-through i

ink down with its

the feet of th

and cherish the

8

KSGI

ring the great fin

thanks are

a bless

ernal love

ounty-horn

still that

sings for

look thro' w

benigna

aise our tha

om thank

bent the st

dness t

thou hast bl

our way

hy mercie

our hearts

storm may r

t fear i

r with faith

hat thou

,-Father,-

or and ho

the hungr

to thee f

t us our d

not ask

, give thei

ultitude

e cities

d and hu

with thy m

them with

ot give a s

not give

d and meat t

for us

a loaf is

all-bount

fully divid

hungry an

AR

he best of

rity cove

or perfectio

en they stum

e him a fish

es his hand

give a stone

im a hand f

our own hear

at a broth

the words o

l and unfor

en others d

ene's hol

y word writ

ty-writ i

AR

iend's book of a

rbear, I co

and be f

ty is the

the gate

R-BOY

o'er the b

flies li

y Mary is wa

on is brig

e rock by the

es over

Will my sailor-b

ver come b

s play in he

breeze kiss

ailor-boy, lo

s your sweet

e sits in the

art is out

Will my sailor-b

ver come b

at over the

w and sul

come to wa

e back t

I been on th

ndless was

leep there ar

h and pr

orm roars till

nders roll

ou, Mary and

you are thi

winds, for m

pest roar o

yearn and the

hasten me

D

my feverish

the moan of a

ad wail of a

y darling, com

s laid on my t

ay, but it so

d knew from

stood by my

TO

to

erish love

ne brief

orrow hau

rrow hous

at the goo

to

to

rive and to

cradle to

ying, "Je

oward and

felon and

to

to

ear the w

oses bloo

to the ki

orth winds

ing the c

to

to

e and love

urning br

ntain peak

peaks the

shes, rime

to d

to

ined when

r a day

with ave

ashes of

pride and m

to

and t

rings from

easure G

forward

drous, bou

ys are wis

and t

and t

blossom fr

n: God's thr

eart with l

oughout th

is and H

and t

AM THE DREAM

ck, O cold and

nkless thanks an

eer or scien

hs beyond these

e beneath this

ssoms of the

o the hummin

far-off, happy

ld was bounded

rst dreams unde

d builded castle

glad a fond, pro

into clay on

ay-dreams paved t

mad dreams mad

oul, and was i

aming under

astles in the

eeping from the

on me and my g

ootsteps. O the

tus-lipped, whi

zed face in yo

eed the dew-dro

heed the wrink

chide me for

heart to heart

down into her

rank my promise

am the dream

tender eyes o

ew-drops of a d

d roses blush

am the dream

ow, O bee-bent

d violets, from

oom, my golde

om, my dear ol

obins cherup

rbling of the

silver-flut

ps that moan a

ghostly finge

ream the dream

ft I these fair,

eyes and ever

ear one joyous

stles in the p

mirage of som

sailors famishe

k out upon the

at the heels of

r the sapless

w, beyond my

shimmer on th

her fond eyes br

ughing at her

h my crown of

bold to front al

lion mold

y to tread th

oys that tend

lowmen whistlin

ers singing

souls, content

and ye may te

on the heels o

Ignis Fatuu

ths my eager

fond heart do

s to the pure

on the heels o

own beard with th

Ignis Fatuu

d mire my torn fe

darling, unfo

e hope all tho

dy coming, dro

, sweet voice

am the dream

eyes peeping

am the dream

onzed face in

Indian summe

care and love

less moon of f

uitage promise

sters witherin

ps of love to

olding but t

on lest, dead

rue and true u

hts of that which

the chains of

t-thirst at for

ices of the m

, hushed whisp

ace looks in

with her sad,

inks beyond th

whistle in the

patters on the

he silver-flu

m of bees am

bin cherup o

lark sits shive

oices of the

d rain drippin

aning of the

ollow voices

am the dream

ass into the d

oices of the

atter of the

ssion and al

aking and al

am the dream

PI

OTA-186

re married from the

ween the hills

sigh in a strang

western home f

ed lake in the wil

sinking down

k down and my wea

build a cottag

my "corners," and I

ttage-home of "l

a letter, and Mol

e and to bake

cottage" and the way

I could see that

day-clothes" all soile

r face and she

k in earnest and th

s were so savo

"not good that the

lovely land

they were few and we

't hear the lo

d hardy, and my Mo

they made a fast

e the sod was a ma

teers" before t

ent under I was pl

blew the old ti

"Injuns" came a-lo

for a bone o

eves would steal wha

ouse where they

ers preach, and the

raves" and "dus

neered 'twould have

got a-hankering

in bed in the mi

wolves would how

ould waken in a s

y-pet and snu

you may guess, and

w years, but the

d wheat waving o'e

d loving hearts

e fever when our s

on the bed as

ivator lay a rus

said poor Mol

d before, but I f

s never any pr

said that it broke

ink the Lord H

as broken, and she

went upon m

before,-and I neve

ey fell upon he

as blessed us ever sin

ave never want

said in the days

John, the Lord wil

inted Sioux, in the

on their ponie

s and cattle, and I te

around my blazing

stly fled, but I di

hunting-rifle

he powder while I m

made 'em jump a

the cabin; 'twas a

es" wouldn't gi

blazed away, and I

do my very

e a coward, but my Mo

the children dow

ed a hair tho' the b

"painted beaut

as aiming, a bull

calp and made th

htened up like a s

ohn, the Lord wil

d my "grit," and I n

y got as strong a

again I was sur

kulking devil "

long and hot, and I

r, but it neve

ed to think wheth

our ammuniti

me at last-just as w

Lord, and Mollie

around my neck and sob

knew that He woul

hooks hangs that s

I am sorry th

aided trophies[BY] ye

d bloody battle

olled away since I l

claim is now on

he lake loom the

re feeding out

standing filled with

y whistle past o

ng trotters they are

give my farm

e young yet, and mo

just as good as

e so happy (and Mol

at we can "lie

tion: THE

went back to the o

ey were so rug

ere gone but the rock

looked so crow

ar faces that I lon

ngely unfamili

ls and valleys was n

seemed a rivul

ed back to the pra

fields of wavin

med land where the wild

n the land whe

my bones over yo

n I have noth

cks" the farm, and I k

gracious Lord will

TNO

B

p-lo

T TH

e madre

nd toss on

ithout rudd

nd tossed on

int and the g

and moonligh

every heart

se thoughts w

by the man

the Here and

ll unbidde

t are echoes

are ghosts f

are sweet as

at are bitt

be coined

of no val

re tangled li

eping in l

innocent

f pleasure

s that flash

t crouch as

sweet love a

s at the old

maize and

e birds and

f sunshine

the vine-co

were dreams

the blushi

nd the sweet

headed girl

went down i

t crumbled

rogues, an

ms that fall

that lolls in

at work in

r-bribed Jud

idas dead

the good an

r the wheat

of the wheat

in the midst

all we stop

all we falt

us wrong the

arity cove

s the morn, a

s abroad in

le and mumbl

in my ears an

d grumble

z of the bee

e I mumble

e off-int

NI

he grave of a

at last, Daniel,-down i

Mother, Daniel,-sleepin

the babe unborn-the pu

better than this fi

better, if only t

spring-time and hope

youth ran tingling and

ue-bird in the white-bl

the meadows spangl

e valleys, bleating

e prattle of fountains

pples of laughter, sna

he gardens that blushed

re unvexed, unmingled

e blink of morn till the m

es and cankers-envy

th of the limbs, in the roo

heart, and a canker-

e on with its heat and

d the soul, throbbin

apple with Fortune c

robe, and a brave he

with a hand of ir

friend that stung lik

om the soul and a sti

ssip and then-a stor

as a bat and deaf to

in her robe, stood by

he summer with frost a

t blushed on the hills

s, with worms writhi

fungus that fell i

the garden blighted

in the valley and prom

and weevil or cockle

f spring-time; the har

of summer with Fortun

se of autumn-a hol

girdle and the thorns o

at last, Daniel,-down i

Mother, Daniel, sleep

the babe unborn-the pu

better than this fi

better, if only t

u care if it storm, if

r tempest, or the bli

n the blossoms with the

u care?-they break not

to the sea, fair bre

her shrouds, stanch in

sles-for the isles of

th a smile and Confide

the sea and walks lik

the tempest, lashed by

her sails, tumbled

e drives and groans in

is none; she goes to

slime lie the bones o

e of life; so is th

at last, Daniel,-down i

Mother, Daniel,-sleepin

the babe unborn-the pu

better than this fi

better, if only t

e tempest may roar

ue-bells may blink or

u care?-they break not

may mourn, they that

nd yet-knew you neve

disguise may strike a

r-buzzard-may vomit h

u care?-they break not

e of the years croak

hange! and the wi

the forest; the acor

the land; the contin

n wheel with braz

the dust and falls

h tears, and still they

and marvel, and pray

the desert: not e

the moon, like the mi

nd agony the old Ea

ring she rolls-an at

ust in the infini

e years who sleeps

e cry wrung out o

nge, and the sea gn

u care?-it breaks not

at last, Daniel,-down i

Mother, Daniel,-sleepin

the babe unborn-the pu

better than this fi

t better if only

at last, Daniel,-out

e life eternal-into

soul immortal freed fr

better than this fi

etter than sleeping

he spheres eternal the f

brothers, if it be but the

ETON

eezy shore, at sunset

aming oar, I list the

ters beat, and ripple

om his seat; the bag-pip

oming wold,-the green hi

ephyr-rolled, along the

erns, and lean the leaf

merald green, lies lik

ke the breast of Rhuddin[

sun to rest, and shad

lows fly and sail and

wks whir and cry; the sil

le and dune, looks laugh

rills the loon; the high

hippowil sends piping fo

answers trill from leafy

ape and height; the hum

the night; the dip and

hill and dale the cities

they sail, and quaff l

sle and shore the smoke o

silent oar; the fores

leafy glade, her warri

ldren played, and chased

ooded lawn, peeped ou

gray of dawn along th

t Wanm-dee[CD] securely

ndlocked sea[CE] but rocked

k and deer gazed on t

w or spear;-"so wild were

unter, too, have long

bones adieu and tur

dusky brinks the spiri

nter drinks, and nightly

the light of lodge-fire

iden's sprite above her s

rit Knob,[CA] of India

rs throb her low yun-he-

light canoe glides lik

n is low, and all the sh

ings pass; and we shal

of brass, and granite

CRYSTAL BAY L

TNO

B

-a-tan-ka-Broad Water. By dropping the "a" befor

C

irit of a Dakota mother, whose only child was drowned in the lake during a storm many years ago, often wailed at midnight (

C

name for

C

dg

C

war-eagle o

C

Sup

C

used by Dakota women in their lament for

YO

nd hoary-beard

on, albeit b

h that followe

eet, and whither

hurried steps,

e answer fell

uestion yonder

sk the hoary-

t, the great, gl

umerable the

eldest answe

ered myriad,

ound innum

e boundless, b

ns of sand upwh

ds and scatter

them and my

int through dim,

cyone-a g

solar orb with

ves. Lo from yon

aster than the

tnings cleave the

through dim,

ched thy littl

ycles of thy w

Sun, obedien

swifter than th

, million-yea

the void. Him f

ashed from out h

b beyond thin

und innumerab

his circuit;

r orbit f

eys the might

star-paved pat

lkin?-wondrous

tance circling

un is but a s

Earth is but a

ound him myri

umerable as se

ia Lactea ro

and trode the

entral orb was

ht the chaos.

em, myriad wor

tmost reach

most flight o

eyes beheld th

am I know not

known-unfatho

d Matter pregna

der than the

are foreve

uns and satellit

ane, suns flame

space their scat

, and wax to

changless-new,

and not one

to vapor mel

all in drops

oms sleep the

multiform a

l vast, immea

in of dust,

ting but the

omb of nature

med and forms

l cleave the c

te, and from

he suns, the

aw, the Master

arry scroll the

Master? Lift t

unds of Space an

seen-the inf

ar the solemn

, cycles my

ght out-flashin

have sought the

, nor the inf

aster only

Ruler only

ched the great Al

nheard the Un

on the deep and

wane, suns cr

egnant with i

te-haired centurie

ained. Who made

ut of nothin

wls from out the

the huge, round

thou of all th

. Content th

s-there is a

e and Maker o

I

Hiram A. Coats, my old

r is it

voice o

e prime of

n the lap

handful

g down i

nd manly

d tender

he prime o

he strength

at was hal

the heart

all that w

o all that

he battle

on the bl

e call of h

he front o

the year

and garne

he hills

the apple

r is it

e prime of

n the lap

is but

fe of man

e prime of

n the lap

handful

g down i

handful

g down i

what of t

of the bos

e spirit t

in the temp

to dust

op returns

om the flint

its source

eth foreve

er nothin

that sinks

eam that fal

e is on

less chain

h the dust

l to the in

ce the morn

an rose up fr

like a beac

in the rift

by the fin

nging hea

no gobl

to no cru

the shad

in runs mad

rth thy ha

s and the q

ving and f

imate star

of the spi

e of the

UL

AVE FE

veloped many brave men, but no truer hero than Mauley, an obscure Frenchman, the ferry-man at the Agency. Continually under fire, he resolutely ran his ferry-boat back and forth across the river, affording the terror-stricken people the only chance for escape. He was shot d

in the ear

rth and nake

lage, with

sudden, s

l and crac

the flam

tomahawk

ls and child

women to

many a bl

ready-grim

ns the fe

oss the amb

ife the on

s may so

alping-knif

throng of

en in ter

wards!" thun

ke the wom

brawny arm

craven me

ready-grim

ns the fe

o across

little m

ambushed gu

ls the fa

rom the bur

terror-str

dians' lov

e bloody

dlass-bar

rawny arms

ready-grim

ns the fe

den burst o

bent on m

erry-road

rious Lit

ers clasp th

elp of Go

en leap i

t can reach

s the weak

ast soul i

ready-grim

ns the fe

raft!-The f

hasten to

er of shot

wded boat

oats acros

y the mas

a freight s

nked!-it r

auley-grim

brave deed

ill the win

ies upon

MAULEY THE BR

TNO

C

en to the Dakotas in early

E

ature of a t

ope and fear a

nd martyrdom a

groping upward

ing still the

ping backward

reak the galli

writhing on th

eling with his

tree of knowl

ct-a god; but

brings but sad

atiate longi

te's unerring

e-star, while m

cksands and th

te, his daily

ature's mother

nnumbered and

ed at every

the cavernous

ts how simpl

ne in yonder

clover, or in

yed the cud of

s them not, nor

ht them and no

disappointme

picture of p

pe of all d

le, yet ever

upper and th

rever in the

combine to cl

fancy and to

e they give the

old of Ophir,

and, and he de

arth-he reache

fate to scorn

ancied good be

silver in the

and gold glitt

isdom is but

e and full of

dom of five tho

the husks w

bird devour th

es dame Nature

e Tuba-tree

bounties free

fabled foun

ne that sparkl

wthar flows wi

er doomed to t

rth and casts hi

rvest;-how oft h

ds blast, and my

thers and the

abor, vigil

and there with

blessed wisd

e-as wise Ho

ves enough wit

ops by sighin

h man's sweat a

only one th

lood, on fat o

ks or Scandia

never-stinted

en since erst

rute and plucked

till eternit

arasites comp

rince a milli

mmon thing is

man is a fr

e parasites

follow priest

leader of the

by the yard foo

nneth at the

beginning, o

itch is full

oad cast; Wis

se man fatten

ollies of the

de himself an

de my fortune,"

pend it." Thus

e the hen hath

ms with promise

bud and blosso

ols," said Socr

oader sense I

rates had hi

wise oft hath

more follies

dness, too, a

ddening canke

ains of wise me

gathers wisdo

oney hive from

varied history

ience of all t

earneth wisdom

bruises if he

ise-what need h

gabble wisdom

gridiron and he

are-wise in t

hollow heads

rthage, babbl

ece and riddle

n a farthing

are-for owls ar

ave the lamp-l

shapeless shad

rn, too wise to

glow and spar

etched forefing

ne argument,

il, earth or j

wlish argume

is wise who

ié with God's

Rex God help t

urs that bay

lamorous, and

stant. List th

r heads in fen

e their wisdom

ying, bleating

discords are

erd are but a

as, the wild

aks as curs ar

arm, like flies th

silence: Wisdom

bstinate as

ize the ship o

s all ballast

eeze or hurric

pilot and a

ss-eyed Justi

henian mobs

s leave the

ult and justi

owned a god a

with riot an

ed and a mons

fool that weather

d vinegar and

way from gild

d maelstrom to

zing torch the

ves howl ruin r

sses from a m

ousand mutterin

ulphur. Gaul b

-Tous in hot

dlam-Pandemo

owning voice wit

ted flaps her

irium to her sc

wk-eyed, wolf-to

rondins, frot

ess run, tongu

ll with one

ness, lazar-howl

quack; all do

uillotine's hu

eading helple

s bark rabies

eyed, hound-scen

k and smells her

erax insan

h metaphysics

ms, bruited

phosed into

savagery and

oiled: a mad The

brazen thron

sed, and flares

-jawed, fore-smell

ris howl from

ed bursts the

es and Horror

s her whelps.

uries, serpent

ody jaws. Scale

sewer, slimy

east, that bui

quicksand li

t, blear-eyed, v

s dagger robbed

n-visaged, traito

beaked, hawk-

th pale poltr

up of flattery

crowned, immor

entless dog o

trembling victims

ked his milk fro

heroigne, capta

zled mule-son blo

rever "famo

d journalist Cam

hundred oth

ds and smeared his

d, that vampire

eadless victim

w the murder o

guillotine, i

fiddle played

ead the riba

med and nameles

ots sans bas, a

gs and hunger

. With Jacobin

nce till all he

unts in packs.

ove of murder.

ars lest they

and guiltless,

ldren-forth fro

rch and glare

ling wolves a

mercy where

heaps by blood

m battlements

and damped their

m the watch-tow

name of Human

ting snail might

, storm-struck, m

easts demand the

ality-Frater

baying on the

nt beheaded-

land-Nature's

foot of bloo

heroine: bef

f Liberty-in

w, and spake th

centuries-

committed in thy

adsman raised h

shouting "Viv

n still sparkl

self in pity

oors and stopped h

ruler-fathe

shackles from a

peace and love

driven from th

or strike the h

lls that grind

rage denounc

home from Euro

d farmer raise

garlic. Hear

ind and weather

oreheads full

he bulls of Bas

led Amazons i

feet and gnash th

r petticoat-fla

bandogs of th

ir party posts

uck against ol

packs and glor

rs, whose ed

nds to catch th

elp, and froth a

gutters for th

ey our prophets

a!-Hurra!-f

flag and flutte

ums and let th

am and sixty m

doodle-Yanke

sick and ever

lls and plaster

l and package

run mad, a

rch, the dagge

un riot in he

f idlers cr

hare alike: d

eads against th

d the eterna

toiler, lift

rugal, crown

s to idlenes

remium for

wolfish cries

ven on the g

very Wrinkle

n, on every m

'er all the bou

that sparkles o

ectify God's

an ye measur

measure God's

bones and heave t

ocean in a d

rnity by th

rd-stick measu

easure. Measu

midmost marrow

s and gnats! Y

tom from God

laws of Natu

sees through

but a breath;

orrow, yeste

cycle of

ginning none

lving round he

flying year o

measure God'

tten, ever

nal, all-per

ce of all thing

aster of th

mighty Univ

nature bear

t that he who

hat life is;

is, or what

s his God fo

indly judge m

e just judge; t

earts of men. H

rayer, or idle,

aily in our

ighteous deeds

o the forest

their eyes and d

ne, the shrub,

stunted trees, t

there a lordl

all a tall and

upward, but t

d by the shado

basking in th

myriad fishe

and the minno

agle and the

his cliff, t

oot, the broad-

asts in forest

ynx, the mammot

goat, the bullo

illas and the

and protot

ferences in

every kind a

doom to serf

caste, one cla

nest man an h

the rich man

toiler live

bread is butter

g and shepherd

the monsters

club, O migh

abors" yet un

ssus shirt and

ion fattens

ydra coils ar

mills, our mine

onster Geryo

le, and over

ills his fatte

zards ravage ro

bles reeking s

headed monst

reece and ravage

hell and howls

knotted club

sure: crush down

umean lion: st

eryon or the

ean stables i

hundred-heade

des: chain him

urst the bonds

osen makers

ks-and shall i

idle, or i

eal, and crack

age, while th

ound the dar

-capped that b

ept the "Notab

hem an hundre

ulphur, gatherin

rcules-and L

torm or ere th

take Justice

-mad a Malay

sts", and crush t

bones and fatte

he hissing he

hard, nor parle

ll and father

ith an hundred

h an hundred h

ue drips venom

iling millions

abor find it

ds find work an

laws that eve

ome protected

nd Order walk

happy Trio!

s: bar out the

a's huts and E

begin at h

the swarms fro

untless leper

l the products

s: bar out the

roducts that co

il at home an

wn and keep ou

s pour forth the

if by every

aris, Birming

prodigal. The

cres wanted w

empires lay

eming millions

dian and the bi

es boundless

ago, behold

amlets, flocks a

ities, miles o

eagues of waving

each and hones

endence of the

ealthy profi

profits eve

our churches a

mills that grind t

e factories that

e railways and t

lled the toili

vest that the

arth make all

the rich man's

en would grumb

re a corner-l

the shoulder

ot the past h

r the wisdo

rison we wei

arison all

eason, but fro

look back an

d behold the w

s like sluggards

eel like greyhoun

coach and wain

d mire and rut

train a mile a

ach the message

ghtning bridl

lent thoughts f

n's depths from

telephone to

yesterday ar

hers spun with

mespun cloth fo

plied by weary

ming factory sp

nger" sews with

ed their little

bended sickles

nd the sheaves o

threshed and winn

es we sow and

sh and sack the

few of all t

il is lightened

omfort, luxu

more the milli

wise and wealt

richer the poo

magogue I c

day-"Progress

sand added c

oorer and his

w toot on the

ancient Greec

the ruined

thoms deep in

overty!" Man, h

throbs commingl

lder hast tho

Celtic-Saxon-

ualid huts on

rls swine-herd

herds in their

llars of their

laves, even as t

ger, pillaged,

bers and the

unted swine to

acorns. "Progre

aborer in our

beside those

armer in our

an their kings-

refutes old

ets new error

reeds of poli

error truth,

ligion higher

eeds, but God o

nt, all argu

perstitions,

eds of every

nal truth-the c

ute to him who

f his childre

h indeed whos

ugal wife and

LO

ght on yes

ht on the

ere dim and

ng on the

e silence c

rilled me throu

las, is this

false and

ears the p

whisper w

d yet-can

false and o

AN

e order of t

ane; suns die an

cosmic dust u

uilding of a

igh or low, or

ountain, mammot

atter-lo perp

amped! The ve

grows from in

es, his tastes, hi

brawn demand a

l: the sweetest

f it played th

the fairest f

it bloomed thro

ought. The most

alate if we t

oney turns t

nter is a re

mmer hardly

Esquimau-th

o regions of

nstant summer'

, both gloomy

happiness an

ollows summer

into rills the

fter summer's

tumn frosts an

seems the fall

mes with merry

ter's reign o

il the robins

planted in th

ge, and sown the

r and sea and s

ght and night

-and every ho

dewy hills th

mists of silve

st the golden

hariot of th

e the hills th

mond 'mong the

t faint flick

the hoar and

ence-"Change!-pe

onding throbs-"P

mill-stone: wantin

grinds upon it

rs that spring a

oming maid: th

ing throat; the

s; her loosen

d on shoulders

raph's and he

on. Lo bene

ocus bursts i

full of gentle

the lawn. The

tsteps. He who

h bars of steel li

net of her u

oner lies and l

inds, from sand

ogra's breath a

doves, to Ponce

s bring her the

ingers of re

of silver in a

ce with pain an

owed, the shrive

welcome grave a

I

storm is r

reakers on

wintry w

wailing o

gged coas

frugal fa

ve the slee

Hannah he

ls the mad

l pines tos

eadland-dow

rits shrie

ness wrap

pse of moo

stormy-p

g the ha

their blaz

annah-snug

rkness wra

leet and ho

tormy-pet

aning brea

hear an

atter of

listened as

eard the d

cottage-ro

ed on the

t knitting

frolicked

ared the te

der the hail

cry-it co

s the wind

patter o

ving sleet

e farmer a

ng hemlock

corn-cob pip

f sweet con

storm rave o'

re snug in b

sputter on

simmers on

gain at mi

reams, through

moan, an i

atter of

from her dre

e driving wi

hearth the

at on the w

s wont, at

s white with

s faithfu

door-stone

IGN OF

ruth is dawn

ills the traili

tsteps of the

eaks by sages

set upon the wo

foreheads to

eign of Reas

ntasms fly be

hosts and ghouls

ked in sleep-wha

the shadows

nd in a weird

cunning cant

e electric mag

Truth-awakes an

ion, mother o

rth hath sown h

s on centur

from them all t

ar and Hell an

sunken eyes gl

s grin horrib

ne and sinew, c

fear lead on or

and fear go

roadcast scatter

h with ghosts an

es of truth wit

rried ranks of

ience shakes he

face of stol

tion is a mo

ay scotch but

word of Truth

ther groweth

ves. Yea, some

omen, some to

abit and to

unted souls o

d to straight

in the saplin

ck is glad to

s the head, but

, the throbbing

t is right the hea

learning err

ition is th

m age to age a

history of t

e way for trea

oak of virtu

haff while cunni

me the shepherd

rd are but the

the learned

saddles for the

ion loves the

diamond, ever

e wrong to spea

opes have had, an

tion since th

instrument

utes, and bruta

te till Reason c

beasts for lo

held them in c

priests, and g

riests and prop

ust and o'er a

e could tame t

is the regis

d lusts and suff

till dark lands

tion wear the

orches o'er th

beast with fire

ome the darkn

is for morta

n the marrow o

is for morta

preaches from t

ills, the si

ries in sanct

ight of life a

st we stand:

ark beginnin

ttering footste

t orbit of

e our light-

given unto b

ee a glimpse o

ope that glimm

vading Uni

rvading U

t throbs in the

through heav

hings breathes,

order rules th

en and all the

e planet from

haos and unb

life beyond t

death?-or but

light-on angel

songs of sera

e know the less

own the limits

ll he giveth

ee beyond the

ie a thousand d

our bones bene

ul, and whithe

that matter

lived throug

s from hoary

l not worthier

ovidence we

bly hope, for

e, unmoved by

certain-what

Time, Space an

WIL

fairest lily

otus that in

ose that ever

ind-from other

r in some fair

rk that warble

note that lin

ute in tune wi

st-and laugh you

in some fair

dewy perfume

orange-groves t

nectared de

find-and claim

on some fair

uch of softe

ss that baby b

with blushing

find-when they

h in some fai

ENGLI

he voice of

opped the aco

till sun-touche

mold and oped

ence through a

d, gnarl-joint

rough his beard

ng and tempests

mers trickled

nters whitene

t. He, from his

se and fall o

ry and perj

rons and the

easants; heard

ing to the swi

ced, low-waili

ced with death

equiem sung for

se and castles

and clang the

owl hoot ruin

of battle field

ith ten thousand

please the v

rahing to the

neither sighed

lood of heroes

clangor of ste

attled rage, he

lls and vales

notes from morn

ime of a thousan

ilence, mighty

de the maid a

their children'

amboled; at hi

wanderer laid h

oked on i

nt h

ntomime on ti

inuet of the

rologe of Ti

owled and from h

night with hiss

he giant of a

oice and like

ammer-clang, a

D OF THE

tlers of Hennepin County, at the Academ

refer to Notes

[CI] sitting under

s flitting o'er the

lent city, and the d

rill ditty calls her ma

ty river, foaming do

ndered ever o'er ab

of waters-lifts no

mid otters?-lies he

their sighing and th

mists are flying dusk

rs foaming-from the

nd the gloaming comes

resses raven on her

s graven, in her arm

solemn story-sings th

in glory listens whi

egend olden hearken

y a golden, weird D

LE

, stronger than Heyók

re and hunger, faced th

ed and thundered, when U

wondered, and the god

ll resounded, calling f

he bounded, armed with

and clangor fast h

s with anger,-many a

d cunning, caught the

running, dragged the

a maiden; many a dark

hs was laden for the

e "Ska Capa;"[CJ] but t

étu-Sapa-won the hun

umph burning, from the

returning, spread his

the teepee; him a bl

d to weep a love s

se Wanata first Itán

he sat a leader brav

u-Sapa, and her eyes

ery happy with her

al honor that her

upon her,-hid with

Dakotas wives brin

nnesota's banks he

pè-dúta[CL]-full of

een of beauty with he

e caught him-caught W

esought him-begged in

teepee-all Wanata

ed in sleep a star[CM] b

her duty for the bla

rious beauty made h

ins of beaver, bore the

never, though her cheeks

kada, [71] twice an

" sacred shadow stalked t

shing river, in the

and beaver came the

y islands, on the Wi

highlands just above

ith Wanata; Apè-dú

sapa spread the lod

s prairie leaped the f

irits fairy-walked t

the gloaming on the

the foaming, shot W

-sapa-in her arms

d drapa [CP] rose her de

tion: Anp

Mihihna, my h

gone from my

loon in th

sings to the

hihna, the

s heavy and

ie, and my

joy to the fa

ihna, my you

my brave to th

it went with m

urned till I

hihna, my b

m the chase of t

e words that

es he laid at

hihna, the

sang and my b

look on his

Mihihna, so

hihna, the

boy of his f

y arms-he will

it lodge in t

ihna, my hea

gone from my

loon in th

sings to the

id torrent, as she su

e current, dancing

he gloaming; all i

rges foaming, lo she p

ullen river-searched for

ther never saw the

y morning oft the hu

her warning in their

at enchanted till th

is haunted, and they

highland in the full

Island,[CS] walked a s

be and mother sad

e another turned a

onbeams shimmer through

the glimmer walk the

or near it, under m

r's spirit, oft is he

TNO

C

n this legend, by plunging over the Falls of St. Anthony. Schoolcraft calls her "Ampata Sapa." A

C

etu Sapa sits upon that island at night and pours forth her sorrow in song. They also say that from time out of mind, war-eagles neste

C

ite beavers are very rare, v

C

-can-

C

uta-Scarlet,

C

es of the departed watching over th

C

priests "Black Robes," from

C

nd,-the Dakota name for Nicolle

C

l in which the virtues of

C

-yah-My

C

on,-Sacred, inha

C

-Wita-Waste-N

CKA

hickadee, ch

song that h

perch in the

hickadee, ch

le brow

g that

song than the

oy and a car

ped throbbing an

hickadee, ch

ie look

little bl

nd peered from

g throat and a

he wou

rouble

hickadee, ch

one

s silve

one

wise lit

er note or

of mortal I ne

le philosoph

ng perch in th

hickadee, ch

oul or

ouble a

ver a

ught of

bird sings in

his perch in t

hickadee, ch

-dee, chi

hickadee, ch

TH

IL,

of Li

in th

our Fore

he stro

each h

ty's

old Fla

f our

thy sta

r of

er us f

m of

r our

r the

s of T

e and

of the

ening the

or our L

and

old Fla

the

f our Fo

s our

er us f

m of

r our

r our

OR THE V

, 18

ve men, from t

dy steps

alls, as the

orthwest

scream, and th

or the V

"THE BLA

ttle of B

e broken, defe

a few from the

flag is up and o

water and gr

ered bosom, the sh

of fear as the v

rayer and the bloo

brow and the cal

se forms at the

o the call of the

s and wives that

Is this then th

e cries from the

are charging the

field o'er the

th the blood of the

he fallen and

wounded and tra

f the riders wav

the stroke and t

moment-they form

aloft they ride

that sweeps o'

your sabers!-th

pect while the fri

s butchers were t

murder still o

be ready!"-Our b

he foe, and our

grim riders go

our guns-in the

hey clutch in des

ir saddles and f

eds, wild with wo

the field in un

ng loose and their

liers that shall

o bold that rode

way with the t

umèd comrades s

amless sleep on the b

PRIVATE

1, 1st Minn. Vols., killed in a skirmi

brush," the

blood we'

victors wi

a privat

he orderly-"

eathed a h

ow!-he was

oneted t

hushed the

cy foe

t the priva

to see

not think ou

ant in

l of their

ll a wou

l had pierce

ul, crush

with sava

d him to t

ust drove thro

through

y stabbed his p

lay cold

s matted wi

ere clinche

till his m

ly in t

ed the foeme

erous thru

he coat-cape

t was my

shudder chi

t the da

d togethe

ked of da

we shall be

war is o'e

s song and vi

arch hom

dreamed-that

is journe

a heavenl

m his Chri

like a her

with grief

his,-tho' the

private

well,-he wa

our land

ll a bles

untry's h

a cottage

with tear

d the carel

private

ury him und

in his a

h the battle's

and the p

ill come ere l

od will thus

e we if the

private

rious Old F

dged her he

ave even dea

old Fat

t praise-

ach grave

we if the

private

Y THIN

after the Battle

us, say-in the

of Peace, in the

y march when the

sons and their

heir lips, is our

o the God of our

their warm, downy

and ease, do they

tters down on th

the camps witho

on the cold gr

to the heart by t

le o'er us the pe

ent back to our h

hem, and it sha

moke rolls and th

rush at the sh

of conflict wher

s down on the sla

at rest and the

us, say, in the

of Peace, in the

e know that our

ll of hope and their

our rifles-it st

ur loved ones at

of Peace, in the

FREMONT'S

ride-on

hree h

brave B

rairie Scou

usand r

on eith

l of slau

the farm

astray

hey pass

ride-on

ssly,

ly, st

brave B

y Zag

he Southr

ks the ba

gs his h

his sa

bers;-fo

he brave

and L

s the C

dred sabe

dred Guar

e fierce

he cul

he Three

mad ambus

sand rif

Three H

he death

steel-vol

lunge-ri

nd bayon

their fa

s are spa

ve Guards

is sti

his hat

ng his

men;-ste

d-Batt

lunge-on

e dread

rgles in

s-dealt s

the voll

rees like a

rough the fi

and steeds

cried th

ooked up

the sum

d Company

ugh the fi

brave Guar

had ridd

had fa

ike a fla

ith a men

with a y

d of the

saw th

d the "Thi

tly fo

Boys, fo

, and f

er Ken

hell th

fire an

wift sabe

ant Kent

es p

rs l

ly fo

fallen

Zagony

a swath

de,-right

the sla

e storm

issing

rmed the b

brave Cap

n: avenge

p the hill

o the swa

the foe

Zagony

n the win

his sa

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n July

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rthwest bared his

bravely went down

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f captured and

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waving there pro

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th numbers and pr

n supporters ca

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l Johnston went do

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ksburg-the Sout

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are walled in by a

have dug for defen

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Gettysburg?-

O ye Freemen, and

aise the Lord!-it i

fought and t

e sword, and they

and crushed by th

shot and begrim

waving there pro

HARGE OF THE

epartment of Minnesota, National Encampment of the Gra

he harvest lay the a

nd hillside and ben

r the harvest two

f battle on the Gett

of the bugles calling

y's cannon the demon she

nd roared our batteri

t the front the bell

of hell ever loude

of the cannon rose the

rd Corps advanced and crus

us legions, flashin

Longstreet charging

d center-key to th

mad Southrons on

our legions-red with

he battle the lurid s

the hills we lay at

that shuddered unde

the left!-dashing dow

charger till his foam

r legions, rode down wh

le-quick, march!"-We spr

ger-mad wolves that pant

's flank we stood like

Freedom on the Getty

he valley our broken r

ith powder, wearied a

in panic, flying the

volley of the enem

mad triumph, thunder

slaughter and sweepin

of the bugle, lost is

ictorious, column o

we, thrown into t

reach where the fate o

re we-column on

of a lion brave Hancoc

battalions; bring e

Colvill, stay the a

ur Fathers!-here sha

nner of Freedom on the

our Colonel, the braves

Minnesota! Forward,

strode, the bravest a

y and two-all that w

fty and two fearle

he enemy, sprang to t

thundered solid shot

faltered, but ma

nnesota!"-like tigers

our ranks, but ever

ant and colors-defi

our rifles-grim gaps i

nnesota!" our brave Co

and mangled-"Forward!

bleeding frenzied w

bleeding we sprang

heir rifles, roared on

thousands we fought th

r went down-five tim

defiant, and flapped i

at bay, as a bear holds

o shoulder, we met them

bewildered, blindly t

l of the cyclone colum

he right! Hurrah! ga

e left! Hurrah! 'tis

and canister crash li

and broken the ranks

d shattered they fly fr

at bay, as a bear holds

o shoulder, we met them

and two, we held their

and broke them, turni

y and two when the s

rs rode over we numb

r wounded the rest

tered or flinched in

of Freedom on the Get

comrades-cover thei

l like Spartans for thi

ll victorious, for the

united-one natio

reason, over millio

f our fathers waves i

of her heroes she waves

comrades-cover thei

l like Spartans for thi

dren's children garlan

of Freedom on the Gett

S TO T

Battle of G

nds of heaven,

e to all the

olden stars is

ood of brother

ands upon th

of the sava

hither-root

itter tears an

pors till th

e. A million b

jungles ope

ches fire thy

ds shall drag

res till every

hes. From the

oistened with

m shall spring

ze shall waft

ed with olive-tw

lag of our old

rious on an h

side for Freed

ns and Northern

de in glorious

wn of glory

hand upon thi

d maidens of

es from the G

aughters from t

ssoms from the