PlONhER HUN'l'KRS OF THE ICANKAKKh 

 and fro, saying in a low, sad tone: "Oh gone are 

 the days of my youth and memories of my peo- 

 ple and the beauties of our beautiful land are 

 forever buried. PAy Father and myself are for- 

 gotten, and the Land of Liberty shall know us 

 no more." When 1 visit the scenes of my boy- 

 hood where I played with the pebbles and sand, 

 where years before played the little papoose 

 with his canoe and paddle, and when I recall 

 some of my early adventures of hunting and 

 fishing, the most pleasant recollections of all 

 was my boyhood days in my island home on 

 the Kankahee. 



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