sachem's ballad. 97 



And these the words the miner said : 

 "You've spoilt my drink, old follow; 



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. 



"Xo relatives of mine are dead, 



At least by Injun eunnin', 

 But many other hearts have bled, 



And many eyes are runnin'; 

 For blood and tears alike are shed, 



When you go out a gunniu'. 



"Some slumbrin' peaceful, first they knew, 



They heard your horrid din — 

 Women as well as men you slow. 



You bloody son of sin ; 

 I mourn 'em all, revenge 'em too, 



Through Adam they were kin." 



This having said, the minor 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 Avas bound 



To bless my honest toil. 



