HIAWATHA. 
‘was the one who had exhibited such intense 
grief at the separation from her brave the 
day before. When the wagon behind which 
the prisoners were tied reached her she 
rushed among them and gave her Indian a 
knife, with which he stabbed himself in the 
breast. As he fell heavily to the ground 
the wagon stopped and the guards gave at- 
tention to the wounded Indian. No blood 
was to be seen about the wounds, but a red- 
dish substance resembling blood oozed from 
each corner of his mouth. As the guards 
were doing what they could to assist him, 
his faithful squaw seized the knife and cut 
the ropes which bound the prisoners to- 
gether. Away they sprang like a flash, all 
the guards but one running after them, fir- 
ing as they ran. Meanwhile the wounded 
Indian had stretched out, his eyes sank into 
his head and he gave every indication of be- 
ing dead, while his squaw hung over him in- 
dulging in wild expressions of grief. When 
she saw that the guards were busy in their 
pursuit of the liberated Pawnees, she gave 
her buck the signal and he leaped to his 
feet, as agile as a cat, and started to run. 
He did not go far. One guard had re- 
mained to keep an eye on the corpse and 
when that corpse attempted to run away the 
guard drew up his rifle and called “halt.” 
The Indian halted and it was then found 
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that the wound he had given himself was 
only skin deep and that he had red ochre in 
his mouth. He was recaptured, tied behind 
the wagon and the procession moved on. 
The settlers proceeded about a mile and 
stopped on a high hill for consultation. The 
guards who had pursued the escaped pris- 
oners returned to the command and report- 
ed that they had killed or wounded all the 
prisoners except the one who had been re- 
captured. This was well enough, but in the 
excitement of the chase they had popped 
over an Omaha brave and had killed an 
Omaha pony. The result of this was a visit 
from a deputation of the Omahas, prepared 
for either war or peace as circumstances 
might dictate. After hours of talk they 
finally agreed that if the whites would leave 
medicine for the wounded Indians and pay 
for the pony they had killed, the Omahas 
would not fight. To these conditions the 
settlers assented cheerfully. 
On the homeward march the whites cele- 
brated freely. It was supposed that the 
Government would enforce the contract 
with the Indians and keep back enough 
funds to pay the expenses of the expedition, 
but the Government ignored the settlers, 
paid the Pawnees all that was due them, 
and the noble white men were left to whis- 
tle for their pay. They are whistling yet. 
HIAWATHA. 
JABOX. 
In history books we all may read, 
How bleeding Kansas used to bleed; 
How old John Brown and his shot gun 
Sent slavery scooting on a run; 
But now a something comes to Stay, 
A so-called tune, born in a day, 
Which, some think, adds to Kansas’ fame; 
This tune rejoices in the name 
Of Hiawatha. 
In Kansas, oratorical stunts 
Were done by John J. Ingalls once. 
He soared aloft, then sad to tell, 
Too much hot air, and down he fell. 
But Kansas, advertised by him, 
Was misty, vague, opaque and dim, 
When put beside this modern boast, 
This tinkling tune that rules the roost, 
This Hiawatha. 
Again, the populist came forth, 
Ravaged the land from South to North, 
His native heath, his natal lair 
Was Kansas, so they all declare; 
But what was he, done for so soon, 
Compared with this outrageous tune, 
This Hiawatha. 
The Nation’s Carrie, axe in hand, 
From Kansas swept across our land; 
Her antics and her grotesque face 
Gained far too much newspaper space; 
But Carrie’s glory dims and pales 
Before the jiggly, wiggly wails 
Of Hiawatha. 
Old Egypt’s seven plagues have vexed, 
Have tortured, harassed and perplexed 
The State of Kansas, blizzard swept, 
Grasshopper bitten, cyclone ripped, 
But now the worst of all descends; 
A cruel Fate on Kansas sends 
This Hiawatha. 
The multifarious cereal, 
A hundred tricks of Belial, 
The isms and the fads of earth 
Have mostly had a Kansas birth; 
But save us, men and angels, save, 
Lest we go down into the grave 
And shuffle off our earthly pains 
While listening to the maddening strains, 
The racking, pestering, sickening, blithering 
strains 
Of Hiawatha. 
