sachem's ballad. 97 



And these the words the miner said : 

 "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. 



** 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 gunnin'. 



" 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 j 



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 my honest toil. 



