PIONEER HUNTERS OE THE KANKAKKh 

 was with the Indians that once inhabited this 

 region. The reader remembers that mention 

 was made in a previous chapter of my visit to 

 the Pottowattomies in the Indian Reservation. 

 One old warrior, Chief Nae-nee-be-zho, narrates 

 the sadness and sorrow of his people. Me spoke 

 of the whites, of the white man's hunting ground 

 and their destiny. He told how they would van- 

 ish and be no more. He said in part, "Oh, 

 Great /faster, the pale-face comes and the Red- 

 man is driven from the face of the earth. The 

 land that was ours is gone from us and the 

 rocks are our bed and the leaves are our cover. 

 We sigh in vain for yesterday, we have no hope, 

 no comfort for tomorrow, all our greatness is' 

 gone and the Redman's days are but few, ! 

 return to the land of my Father, 1 gaze on the 

 placid river. Oh that I might die and sleep 

 here where the great Waubonsie breathed the 

 air, beneath the same trees which have shelter- 

 ed him, Oh where are the friends of my Father, 

 where is the war chief Waubonsie, /Aeltontonis 



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