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barkation of the funeral train, — their solemn tread up the dark 

 and narrow ravine, — their dusky forms now lost in the gloom 

 of the overhanging trees, now seen gradually emerging, until 

 the waving plumes upon their stern brows, rose above the sides 

 of the chasm, and they stood gathered in stoic calmness beside 

 the grave of a brother. 



Alas, for the poor Indian ! that small green spot is all he now 

 can claim in a land once his by birthright and possession. Of 

 all his wide domains, his hunting grounds and camps, his range 

 of forests and his sweep of hills, nothing remains but the grave 

 which he soon must fill, while his very name will exist only 

 in the prejudiced records of the white man's history. 



