SACHEM'S BALLAD. 97 



And these the words the miner said : v 



" You've spoilt my drink, old fellow? 



You Ve riled the brook, my brother red, 

 And, by your cheek so yellow, 



To-night above your sandy bed 

 The prairie gale shall bellow. 



u No relatives of mine are dead, 



At least by Injun cunnin', 

 But many other hearts have bled, 



And many eyes are runnin' ; 

 For blood and tears alike are shed, 



When you go out a gunuin'. 

 



" Some slumbrin' peaceful, first they knew, 



They heard your horrid din 

 Women as well as men you slew, 



You bloody son of sin ; 

 I mourn 'em all, revenge 'em too, 



Through Adam they were kin." 



This having said, the miner smart, 



Drew bead upon the red man : 

 They're fond of beads it touched his heart, 



And Lo, behold, a dead man ; 

 Upon Life's stage he'd played his part, 



A gory sort of head man ! 



Two packs of goods lay on the ground ; 



Quoth miner, " Lawful spoil ! 

 My lucky star at last has found 



As good as gold and oil ; 

 I kinder felt that fate was bound 



To bless jmy honest toil. 



