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NEBRASKA LEGENDS. 
 
NEBRASKA LEGENDS 
 
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 ORSAMUS CHARLES DAKE 
 
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 POTT & AMEKY, 
 COOPER UNION, NEW YORK. 
 
 1871. 
 

 Entered according to Act of Corigress, in the year 1871, hy 
 ORSAMUS CHARLES DAKE, 
 In the Office of the Librarian of Congress in "Washington. 
 
 the kew yokk peintikg compant, 
 205, 207, 209, 211, 213 East 12th Street 
 
TO MY EVER CLOSE COMPANION 
 
 AND THE BLESSING OI' SIT LIFE, 
 
 TO THE MOTHER OF MY CHILDREN, 
 
 TO MY WIFE, 
 
 BE INSCRIBED THIS LITTLE VOLUME ; 
 
 AH, MIGHT IT BECOME A COLUMN; 
 
 SURE AS BRONZE OR FLINT T MARBLE, 
 
 TO OUTLAST THE AGES SOLEMN, 
 
 IT SHOULD PKOYE HOW MUCH I OWE HER 
 
 AND A NAME DESERTED BESTOW HER. 
 
These poems are tentatiyej both of my own 
 strengtli and of tlie public taste. They have been 
 produced at a point remote from literary fellowship, 
 where I haye been thrown solely on my own judg- 
 ment. My surroundings and the incidents' of life 
 have suggested them all. Possibly I may hereafter 
 touch them into fairer proportion after hearing the 
 views of competent critics. 
 
 In the development of the two !N"ebraska legends 
 I have treated my Indian characters as noble, and 
 possessed of a true sentiment. A brutal savage is 
 not a poetical object, and, except under rare condi- 
 tions, has no business in poetry. If the Indian, like 
 his human brethren of more favorable opportunities, 
 has his worse side, he also has his better. Until cor- 
 
8 PREFACE. 
 
 riipted by intercourse T^ith the whites, his nature was 
 simple, affectionate, childlike. Certainly he is no 
 worse than the old pagan Greeks of Homer and the 
 Dramatists, who w^ere separated into little tribes, for- 
 ever at war, and whose common occupation was the 
 sacking of towns and the carrymg off of defenceless 
 women for concubines. Every inducement, therefore, 
 that could urge an ancient poet to portray prehis- 
 toric peoples as chivalrous and of a sustained dignity, 
 should impel the writer of to-day to do likewise. 
 Elemental poetic conditions do not change. 
 
 Should tune and space be granted n:ie, I hope, at 
 no distant day, to again make trial of the public 
 favor. Certain ideas, originated by social aspects, 
 have long lain in my mind, and I should be glad to 
 work them into a poem. This, however, must de- 
 pend upon the time and strength snatched from 
 duties of a more practical kind. 
 
 Fremont, Kebkaska, Sejjtember 20, 1870. 
 
CONTENTS. 
 
 Preface . . . . . . . . . .7 
 
 The Weeping Water 11 
 
 The Raw Hide 53 
 
 The Praise op New Lands 75 
 
 Nebraska in 1868 . .89 
 
 The Missouri 93 
 
 Grapinq 97 
 
 The Death op the Stag 103 
 
 To THE South Wind . . . . . . . 105 
 
 Rallying Song — 1864 Ill 
 
 The Unknown Sail at Nantucket . . . .113 
 
 Fair and Frail 117 
 
 The Forgotten Poet 121 
 
10 CONTENTS. 
 
 PAGE 
 
 To Zephyr 123 
 
 MisTHEK O'Flanagan's Advoise til a Cunthryman . 125 
 
 Longing 129 
 
 Kebeaska, Dear Nebraska . . . . . .131 
 
 LOTHAIR . 135 
 
 Magdalen 187 
 
 RELIGIOUS POEMS. 
 
 Aspiration 149 
 
 Sad Heart, Bow in Tears .151 
 
 It Matters Not . 153 
 
 Christmas Eve— 1869 .157 
 
 Religious Divisions 159 
 
THE WEEPING WATER. 
 
The Omaha and Otoe Indians, being at war, chanced to meet on 
 their common hunting-ground south of the Platte River, in Nebraska. 
 A fierce battle ensued, in which all the male warriors of both tribes 
 being slain, the women and children came upon the battle-field and 
 sat down and wept. From the fountain of their tears arose and ever 
 flows the little stream known as Ne-hawka, or the Weeping Water. 
 
I. 
 
 The lingering sims crept round a land at peace, 
 While June, warm-eyed, was loitering in the vales. 
 Long-gone w^as seed-time ; and the sportive birds 
 Flew through broad-bladed corn, or 'mid the bloom 
 Of yellow melon-flowers, where slope the fields 
 Down to the Elkhorn stream. 
 
 But there was one 
 Among the Otoe lodges on the bluffs 
 Full envious of the mated cheerful birds — 
 He, Sananona named, o' the Iron Eyes. 
 Who, dreaming long in virtuous discontent 
 For that the summer kindled in his blood 
 And all his life grew languorous for his love, 
 Came with the sunrise to the wealthy lodge 
 Of his sole chief, Shosguscan. Him he found 
 Sitting without, on soft Cayote robes — 
 
14 NEBRASKA LEGENDS. 
 
 One idle hand with a pet dog a-toy, 
 
 And in his mouth his pipe of blood-red stone. 
 
 Mutely expectant, then, the young man stood, 
 
 While grim Shosguscan, with half-opened eyes, 
 
 Looked subtly in the tell-tale, wishful face, 
 
 'Gainst which the level sunbeams pushed their spears ; 
 
 But all w^as silent save the sis^hins; wind. 
 
 At length the sage chief spoke : " It is no foe 
 Lurking amidst our corn-fields, nor wise thought 
 Of public welfare brings thee here, I see. 
 What wouldst thou, Sananona ? " 
 
 As when first 
 A school-boy, trapped in frivolous mischief, writhes 
 Like a hurt worm beneath the master's eye, 
 But, finding no excuse, confesses all, 
 Young Sananona, glancing right and left. 
 Abashed and humbled thus to tell his love, 
 Unveiled his heart. 
 
 " Mine are the wants of youth, 
 Oh, great Shosguscan — youth, thou knowest, has wants. 
 
NEBEASKA LEGENDS. 15 
 
 To be the victor in all manly sports, 
 
 To tireless chase the flying antelope, 
 
 To battle all day long with "worthy foes — 
 
 These are youth's wants : but youth has wants besides. 
 
 On windy nights I sit within my door 
 
 Voiceless and lonely, for I lack a mate. 
 
 Small need is mine to hunt the shaggy bull, 
 
 Or lure the wary pickerel from the lake — 
 
 Success is bootless where it is unshared." 
 
 Here grim Shosguscan, with impatient yawn — 
 
 " Oh ! Ah ! Well, take a wife ! " 
 
 " That would I do," 
 Quoth Sananona. 
 
 " And what hinders then ? " 
 Shosguscan cried. " Go, make deliberate choice 
 Among our dark-eyed girls, and her lead home 
 That best befits your mind ! And wherefore here ? 
 Why speak to me of maids, and windy nights, 
 And sentimental loneliness 1 Not I — 
 I am no tier of true-lovers' knots, 
 No go-between for billing boys and girls. 
 
16 NEBRASKA LEGENDS. 
 
 No dealer in love-simples for sore hearts. 
 
 I hold myself for something different. 
 
 I am a warrior, Sananona, I — 
 
 A man of mighty battles and of blood. 
 
 Mine is the voice of wisdom in our tribe — 
 
 The hand that guides and rules. Not me for love, 
 
 Not me for maidens seek ; but find some crone 
 
 That, as a quacking ducli: along the streams. 
 
 Leads forth her timorous brood ! Go ! Go ! young man, 
 
 Prom women seek your mate ! " 
 
 Against this scorn 
 Wrathful and black young Sananona stood. 
 But as before his nation's chief befits 
 A youth to stand with quiet modesty 
 And humbled self-importance, so he paused 
 To smother impulse and select his words. 
 " I am not here to seek your offices, 
 Oh, brave Shosguscan, as a go-between. 
 I ask no man to win a maid for me. 
 I best can tell the secret I best know. 
 But this my errand : she who has my heart, 
 
NEBRASKA LEGENDS. IV 
 
 And whom with pure and honorable rites 
 
 I would install as mistress of my lodge, 
 
 Is not an Otoe ; dwells not by the stream 
 
 Of the swift Elkhorn ; but among the tents 
 
 Of warlike Omahas— a handsome race — 
 
 She honors womanhood and waits for me. 
 
 Her tribesmen know our troth, and are content." 
 
 " So you would bring a foreign woman here ! " 
 Cried harsh Shosguscan. " One who, in the days 
 Of vigilant warfare, shall forewarn her friends, 
 Bringing defeat to counsel : — one whose heart 
 Shall evermore be flying to the fields 
 Wherein her childhood played, and to the light 
 Of kindly faces she may see no more. 
 Have Otoe maidens, then, no amorous grace ? 
 The daughters of your fathers, — are they worse 
 Or less attractive than this alien girl ^ 
 Why shame your people thus '? " 
 
 Then gravely spoke 
 The Iron-Eyed : " I cannot read my heart 
 
18 NEBEASKA LEGENDS. 
 
 To say why tliis I choose, why that reject. 
 I follow love's blind instinct. If I err, 
 Mine is the error common to our race. 
 But love that blindly leads is seldom wa-ong, 
 For most are happy in their wedded loves. 
 Indifferent I see our Otoe girls ; 
 But when Nacoumah, in the April days, 
 I met among her people, then my heart 
 Eose up and followed after. Oh, my chief, 
 Eespect my hopes, I pray, and bid me go 
 To hither bring the maiden of the North, 
 And I, in times of danger, with my life 
 Will answer for her loyalty ! " 
 
 Then stood 
 The youth expectant, pleading with his face 
 That mirrored forth the hopes and fears within, 
 As the great Platte, when low in autumn days 
 Near to its islands on its glassy wave 
 Reveals the woodlands and the forest-life. 
 And stern Shosguscan, musing on his face 
 And running over all the honored past. 
 
NEBRASKA LEGENDS. 19 
 
 When Sananoiia, in the thickest fight, 
 
 Had borne the brunt of battle with the best, 
 
 And wrought great deeds, and won the hearts of all, , 
 
 Wavered, inclined to grant his moving suit, 
 
 And bid him seek his maid and bring her home. 
 
 But swift succeeded thousjlits of what was best 
 
 For general welfare, and the answer he 
 
 Not for himself, led by a yielding heart, 
 
 But for his tribe should make. Then thus he said : 
 
 " Oh, Sananona, much I long to yield 
 
 This boyish quest, for I, too, have been young. 
 
 I know how whimsical this youthful love — 
 
 With what caprices unaccountable 
 
 The- youth selects his maid, the maid her man. 
 
 I know how disappointment pricks, and how 
 
 The heart, defeated of its cherished aim. 
 
 Knots its great arteries and swells with sighs 
 
 And strives to burst. And 1 w^ould spare all pain : 
 
 But this I know — for T, too, have been young — 
 
 That love has lives as many as the bear. 
 
 That, being filled with arrows and with spears, 
 
20 NEBRASKA LEGENDS. 
 
 'Scapes to the hills, plucks forth the barbs, and grows, 
 
 Erelong, as vigorous as before. To-day, 
 
 None like Nacoumah : but ere wintry suns 
 
 Waste nebulous glances in the frozen gales, 
 
 Some other maiden will inspire your sighs ; 
 
 For youth runs lightly into any love. 
 
 Oh, be advised ! Go seek an Otoe bride. 
 
 Dismiss this passion ; it will work your bale — 
 
 Nor you alone, but all. Go ! '' 
 
 And he went. 
 Straight to his lodge the young brave w^ent, and closed 
 His door, and with himself communed. As one 
 Who, whirling through the country by a train 
 That flies the track and plunges down a steep. 
 Picks himself out from shattered heaps of cars 
 And smutched and mangled bodies of the dead ; 
 Then feels along each bruised limb with care, 
 And slowly breathes to test if hurts within 
 Threaten life's citadel ; so all his heart 
 Sad Sananona to himself exposed, 
 And weighed Nacoumah 'gainst the Otoe girls, 
 
NEBRASKA LEGENDS. 21 
 
 And said, at length, " No other wife for me 
 
 But she who has my heart ! This argument 
 
 Shosguscan holds about a light-heeled love 
 
 That dances like a reed-blade in the wind 
 
 Hither and thither, without settled bound, 
 
 Suits him, perhaps — not me. Come then what may : 
 
 If brief my life, it now is summer-time, 
 
 And a few sun-bright days of well-placed love 
 
 I stake against the wrath of all my tribe." 
 
 So, sauntering to the valley with a line 
 
 As one on pensive piscatory bent. 
 
 Soon as the woodlands hid his stealthy course 
 
 He northward turned, and sought and found his' bride. 
 
 II. 
 And days went by — the laughing days of June: 
 But yet the Otoe was supplied with meat 
 And wrought no havoc with the flocks of God, 
 But let the days in aimless waste go by 
 Amid his wives in the well-furnished lodge, 
 Content with peace, — with idleness and peace. 
 1* 
 
22 NEBRASKA LEGENDS. 
 
 But when, at length, the women raised a wail 
 Of shortening substance and the grim-eyed wolf, 
 He rose, as one from sleep, and felt his strength- 
 Stretching his sinews in the pleasant sun. 
 And as an eagle whets his murderous beak 
 Upon the tree-top and the granite-ledge, 
 Or practises in cloud-land his fell swoop, 
 When, dropping from immeasurable heights 
 A thousand fathoms down, we see him first 
 A speck in the abyss, then soars and falls. 
 Rises and sinks again and yet again. 
 Each time descending lower, until, at last. 
 He hovers o'er his nest and settles there, 
 The hunter filed his flinty arrow-heads. 
 Sharpened the hatchet and the dreadful knife, 
 And day by day bent to athletic games — 
 To run long miles, to leap a miry brook. 
 To shoot a reed-mark, and to overthrow 
 His mighty tribesmen in the wrestler's toils, 
 Winning great fame, and mastering his powers. 
 Until, fatigued, at evening home was sweet. 
 
NEBRASKA LEGENDS. 23 
 
 But when the moon was rounding night by night, 
 And the green hills were flooded with its bath 
 Of silver-streaming light, through which ftir swam 
 The sentinel eye — distrustful of surprise^ — 
 The Otoe passed the threshold of his lodge 
 In the great village on the Elkhorn bluffs, 
 Called forth his thronging progeny and wives, 
 And wended to the south. 
 
 So fared they forth — 
 The inspiration of necessity 
 Their constant guide — as through long ages, back 
 To the abnormal hour that bore to time 
 Their changeless race. But aptly framed their rules 
 For a rude justice, and the lack of law 
 Custom, the precedent of use, supplied. 
 Among their bands no daft reformer rose 
 To paint the visions of his flighty soul, 
 And lead to lands hung toppling in the air, 
 But childlike and content they held and taught. 
 Without abridgment or an added grain, 
 The simple faith their fathers left to them — 
 
24 NEBRASKA LEGENDS. 
 
 Growing a rock-firm habit in their race. 
 So went they forth, as went in all past years, 
 And as still go in the deep spirit-world. 
 Their awful fathers and their lovely wives, 
 When on their annual hunts. The van was led 
 By a well-chosen band of warriors, proved 
 On many a nameless but death-smitten field. 
 These, mounted on swift steeds — swift as the clouds, 
 Low-huncr outriders of a comins: storm — 
 Armed at all points with bow and lofty lance. 
 And murderous hatchet and the gleaming knife. 
 Rode dreadful on the hills or through the vales, 
 Scannincr each shadow for a foe. Much need 
 For caution was there. On these hunting-grounds 
 The fearful Sioux were oft in battle met. 
 As when along some blown Alaskan vale 
 A herd of Caribou drags forth its length, 
 Seeking for mosses underneath the snow, 
 And at the front its antlered patriarchs 
 Explore the route and lead the hinds and young, 
 That, feeding, follow hapj^y and secure. 
 
NEBRASKA LEGENDS. 25 
 
 Behind them streamed the families with their goods, 
 Women and children loitering by the way, 
 Ponies with tent-poles dragging at their sides, 
 And the gaunt pack that bays the midnight moon. 
 And all day long before them fled the game 
 Across the pleasant plains, or stood and eyed 
 From some low eminence of rounded hill 
 With timid curiosity. 
 
 And thus 
 Two days they journeyed to the south and west, 
 A June-time journey in a June-time mood, 
 And sport and love and laughter ruled the time. 
 But now was reached a fair idyllic land — 
 A land of rolling meadow, and of rills 
 That rippled through the morning like a voice. 
 Or filled the darkness with mysterious sighs. 
 Then, as ere eve the chief decreed to camp, 
 With noisy clamor, as a flock of crows, 
 That, lighting, huddle round a lonely marsh. 
 Some kindle fires and cook the generous meal 
 Of savory antelope, or prairie-hen, 
 
26 NEBRASKA LEGENDS. 
 
 Or rabbit, freshly caught ; and some brace fast 
 The lofty lodge-poles o'er an ample space, 
 And fold them deep in warmth-compelling skins. 
 The women, as befits domestic ways. 
 Spread the wide couch of soft and well-tanned robes- 
 Beaver, or otter, or the delicate fawn ; 
 And children stand beside the glowing fires, 
 Babbling between their mouthfds with full hands. 
 
 But ere the tasks were ended, or the feast 
 Palled on a dulled and sated appetite, 
 From out the hollow valleys of the south 
 Eose tawny mists of smoke, and clomb to heaven, 
 And caught the sunset in wan flowing horns. 
 Then all the women were aware of fear. 
 But every man felt at his mighty heart 
 A sterner pulsings for his will was firm. 
 And, as an oak that bears the rushing storm. 
 And quakes not at the thunder in its strength, 
 But gnarls and knots in stubborn pride of power. 
 So grew his muscles tense and hard as twist — 
 
NEBRASKA LEGENDS. 27 
 
 Conditioned for a conflict, must it come. 
 But, as a brood of wild-cats, when a dog, 
 Snuffing along the woodlands, nears their nest. 
 Gather at once around the faithful dam, 
 The Otoe tribesmen hasten to the lodsje 
 Of brave Shosguscan. Him alone they found 
 Sitting before his tent ; a massive soul, 
 And clear of vision as the morning star. 
 Wisdom and will spoke from his lordly face — 
 A presence that bends others without words — 
 Incarnate manhood's just authority. 
 Tlius as he sat, his blinkless eye full-fixed 
 Upon the smoke-wreaths whirling o'er the hills,' 
 Around him came in silence and sat down 
 His warlike tribesmen : but no word they spoke. 
 Long-time he mused. At length the deep-toned voice 
 Rose as a full-brimmed bucket from a well. 
 Lifting its treasure for men's needs. 
 
 " Ye men 
 Of Otoe, conscious in our strength to stand 
 Unflinching in the face of every foe, 
 
28 NEBRASKA LEGENDS. 
 
 And in the fiercest battle to maintain 
 
 Our right, we wander through these hunting-grounds 
 
 As inclination leads. If any doubt 
 
 Our purpose of free action, or our power 
 
 To hold a ground once taken, let them come 
 
 And put constraint upon us, bit our mouths. 
 
 And tame us, as a horse, to know the rein, 
 
 Or drive us homewards, as a fox is sped 
 
 Back to its cover. In the face of all 
 
 We sit down here. We seek no fight, indeed. 
 
 Nor do we seek to shun one. For this night 
 
 Put forth a double line of sentinels, 
 
 And let the Otoes sleep upon_ their arms." 
 
 But, as the brave Shosguscan finished thus, 
 
 An Omaha, that, hunting through the hills, 
 
 Had from afar surveyed the Otoe camp 
 
 And recognized the tribe by many signs. 
 
 Came in with friendly words, and straightway told 
 
 Plow his own tribe were also on the hunt, 
 
 And two days earlier wandered to the south, 
 
NEBRASKA LEGENDS. 29 
 
 And had success with buffalo and deer : 
 That theirs the camps deep in the hollow vales, 
 Whose fires had wreathed the sunset in a robe 
 Of tinted mist. So, then, no thought remained 
 Of foes and war ; but, as a man derives 
 In difficult places from a true friend's face 
 Support and confidence and heedless ease. 
 These neighbor-tribes, now for a timiC at peace — 
 Equal in numbers and resource of war- 
 Felt each securer in the other's might. 
 
 But on the morrow Sananona, who 
 
 A fortnight had been strayed, was hailed by friends 
 
 And Otoe comrades straggled for pastime 
 
 Among the Omahas, as he was seen 
 
 With sweet Nacoumah, now his wedded wife. 
 
 And straightway these, with garrulous speech at home 
 
 Discoursing of the pair, their secret soon 
 
 Touched at Shosguscan's ear. And for that he — 
 
 Judicial even in his social moods — 
 
 Never forgave a personal affront 
 
30 NEBRASKA LEGENDS. 
 
 Or question of opinion, but was stern, 
 
 And, as the ice upon a wintry stream, 
 
 Cold and inflexible ; forthwith he sent 
 
 Two valiant warriors, creatures of his own, 
 
 To summon Sananona from his bride. 
 
 And bid him haste to his paternal chief. 
 
 Who for his absence felt a deep concern. 
 
 But Sananona, with shrewd speech, declined. 
 
 Too well he guessed the great obnoxious paw 
 
 Of the fierce panther, that o'ertakes the herds 
 
 Among the mountain valleys by the Platte, 
 
 Was lighter than his chief's official hand. 
 
 But, as the Otoe heralds homeward turned, 
 
 He to his new-made friends and kinsmen ran. 
 
 And, gathering them — a listening group — apart, 
 
 Thus spoke : " O friends, O brethren, now — for such 
 
 To me ye are, since he who weds a wife 
 
 Becomes more surely member of her house 
 
 Than she of his — I claim your aid to-day. 
 
 When first I saw Nacoumah, my cold heart — 
 
 That in its chamber dragged a numb, dead life. 
 
NEBEASKA LEGEN"DS. 21 
 
 As, in some hollow trunk through wintry days • 
 
 Pent by the frigid darkness, clings the bee — 
 
 Flew, like the bee in Spring-time, when the breast 
 
 Of the broad prairie sparkles into bloom 
 
 With flowers of every hue, and found in her 
 
 Its treasure and its rest. With your consent. 
 
 Her have I taken in all proper rites 
 
 To share my lodge and life. But skies grow foul. 
 
 This very hour Shosguscan, my tribe's chief, 
 
 By embassy sent secretly to me, 
 
 Commands my presence at his lodge, intent 
 
 To force me from my bride. Stern, harsh is he — 
 
 Inflexible, and lightly holds youth's love. 
 
 Now would he widow her whom I have wed, 
 
 And punish preference that goes from home. 
 
 But you, good friends, I know your generous will, 
 
 Your courage, and your might. And more I know ; 
 
 I know you honor natural love and grief. 
 
 And hate oppression that has no excuse. 
 
 Be with me, then, I pray, in this dire strait, 
 
 Nor let the chief Shosguscan snatch me hence ! 
 
32 NEBRASKA LEGENDS. 
 
 Much do I fear, lest coming ^Yith a band 
 Of sturdy warriors trained to work his will, 
 He seize me suddenly. That danger past, 
 We may conclude this matter happily 
 In council, tribe with tribe." 
 
 Forthwith replied 
 Nacoumah's uncle, chief Watonashie — 
 Watonashie, among the Omahas 
 Highest in rank : '• O Sananona, hear ! 
 No harm shall reach you without due offence. 
 I, these our kinfolk, all our warlike tribe, 
 "Will take due care that bold Shosguscan comes 
 Not here, nor plays at force near us, unless — 
 Indeed," and now Watonashie looked grave 
 As one abstracted in a passing thought, 
 And fingered with his mighty hand the plumes 
 Fixed in the tough, smooth handle of his spear- 
 " Unless, indeed, he try a game of war. 
 And do his worst, and hazard all." 
 
 Thus, then, 
 The Omahas, alert to aid the youth 
 
NEBRASKA LEGENDS. 33 
 
 Whose fault seemed but the natural human way, 
 Stood forth to champion him 'gainst his own tribe, 
 And kept a wary watch. 
 
 Meanwhile the two 
 Sent by Shosguscan for the Iron-Eyed 
 Came empty-handed back and told their tale. 
 Then from his seat wrathful Shosguscan rose — 
 Zealous for his despised authority — 
 And, gathering a score of stalwart braves 
 Strode o'er the hills and neared the wealthy tents 
 Of the stout-hearted Omahas. And, wdien 
 Not turning right or left, as bent to work 
 Only his errand and no parley hold, 
 He pushed direct for Sananona's lodge, 
 Sudden, across his pathway, shot a bar — 
 Large-limbed Watonashie and warriors fierce, 
 A host, who never turned away from war. 
 
 So then "Watonashie : " Friend, Avherefore here 1 
 What means this show of force 1 This is no place 
 To venture in rude guise of war." 
 
34 NEBRASKA LEGENDS. 
 
 As when 
 A gaunt AYolf, wandering near tlie guarded folds, 
 Falls in a trap of close serrated steel, 
 And, stung by pain and maddened in his mind 
 Pulls at the chain and tests the jEirm trap's strength. 
 But, mastered, yields at last, the Otoe chief 
 Paused in the presence of superior force, 
 His keen eye flashing forth impatient wrath, 
 And thus replied : " I come to claim my right. 
 Great chief, you know me well. Within your tents 
 There lurks one Sananona, who is mine. 
 For him alone I come. No blade of grass 
 That's yours would we disturb. We ask our own — 
 Just that. Give me the hiding fugitive. 
 And let our tribes be friends as heretofore." 
 
 Then spoke Watonashie, great-hearted chief: 
 " Young Sananona is, indeed, with us. 
 And wedded to a maiden of our blood — 
 Nacoumah, niece of mine. A nobler pair 
 Were never matched ; — he, tall and lithe of form 
 
NEBKASKA LEGENDS. 35 
 
 As panther bred 'mid Black Hill spines, and she 
 Soft as the moonlight of a night in May. 
 Much do I love them — I who have no sons 
 Or daughters, childless chief. So I do pray 
 If Sananona, for some venial fault, 
 Has merited your wrath, this timely day 
 You speak his pardon and receive his thanks. 
 And make him happy in his sweet-faced bride — 
 For his sake and for mine. ' So shall there be 
 Peace and a happy auspice for both tribes." 
 
 But promptly sage Shosguscan answered him : 
 
 " This youth, great chief, for whom you plead so well, 
 
 With headstrong purpose and for boyish whim 
 
 Has broken rule, and furnished precedent 
 
 To other youths and maids and sturdy braves 
 
 To scorn authority. In every tribe 
 
 Order stands only in obedience ; 
 
 And he who rules soon loses just respect 
 
 If culprits may escape unscathed. So now 
 
 I cannot fault like his condone. All men 
 
36 NEBRASKA LEGENDS. 
 
 Have friends to plead in their excuse ; and faults, 
 Beginning small, pass quickly on to worse. 
 Confusions come, and anarchy and hate. 
 A fountain, as it rises, may be choked, 
 But none can quell a river." 
 
 Slowly, then, 
 Watonashie, as one half-musing, said : 
 " How much man prizes selfish sovereignty. 
 He makes a rule accordant with his thought, 
 And none shall break it with impunity. 
 The happiness of units is a toy 
 
 Weighed 'gainst a chief's comm^and. This is not well. 
 Better relax a rule, than break a heart 
 Where no crime is." And then he paused, as one 
 Who offers opportunity of speech. 
 But silence reigned ; no word the Otoe chief 
 Uttered ; but stood defiant in his post. 
 As one who will not yield. Then to his height 
 The mighty-limbed Watonashie drew up 
 His length enormous, and his fearful hand, 
 Bony and vast, with threatening gesture raised. 
 
NEBRASKA LEGENDS. 37 
 
 And flashed his farioiis eyes like shooting-stars, 
 
 And in a voice of winter thunder cried, 
 
 " He you seek, hard-hearted warrior, sits 
 
 At ease within my tent. Go, take him now : 
 
 Go, take him if you can ; but, ere you go, 
 
 Weigh well the outcome. You shall bite the dust ' 
 
 Sooner than he, unless my might prove less 
 
 Than yours : of that make trial when you will ! " 
 
 To him Shosguscan, with a baleful face, 
 
 But calmly, answered : " Do not doubt that I 
 
 Will take young Sananona from your tent. 
 
 I will not yield the right, except to force 
 
 I am unequal to oppose." So, then, 
 
 He turned, and with him went the Otoe braves 
 
 Back o'er the hills, and sought the Otoe tents. 
 
 Then did Watonashie, restraining those 
 
 Who longed to slay Shosguscan where he stood, 
 
 Or chase him homeward like a flying stag, 
 
 Gather together all the chiefs and braves 
 
38 NEBRASKA LEGENDS. 
 
 Among the Omahas, and council hold 
 And war-like preparation make. 
 
 So, too, 
 Shosguscan called his Otoe warriors forth, 
 And bade them summon up their utmost might, 
 'And fail not to avenn-e tlieir chief's affront. 
 
 But when next morrihig, timorous and cold, 
 Flushed o'er the east like one who, half-awake, 
 Unfolds a drowsy eye, puts forth an arm, 
 And takes the glimmering prospect of his room. 
 The Otoe and the Omaha, well-armed, 
 Banded for fight and swept across the hills — 
 Seeking, not waiting, for the foe. And as 
 Along that green and dewy-gleaming land 
 The level sunrise streamed an amber flood, 
 The very prairies seemed to move and slip. 
 As in an earthquake. Host drew near to host, 
 Masses opaque, swart, thundering on fierce steeds, 
 Or runnino; with fleet foot. 'Gainst the low sun 
 Their cold spears glittered like a snow-glazed plain. 
 
NEBRASKA LEGENDS. 39 
 
 Brandished with threats and hate. Then with a crash. 
 As when in Aufyust-storms, amono; the bluffs 
 Above the Platte, or on its heated plain, 
 Reverberating thunders peal and bound. 
 The fierce tribes met, and each to each with whoop 
 Answered — whoop dire as shriek of hopeless fiends 
 Weltering upon the surges of remorse. 
 
 Then deeds of daring might were done, and hosts 
 
 Battled for sovereign rites, and for the laws 
 
 Of hospitality. The vanquished asked 
 
 No quarter ; none the victors gave. The war 
 
 Was no pretence, no hollow sham disguised, 
 
 To gain a footing for diplomacy ; 
 
 But every blow meant death, and death rejoiced 
 
 And spread his bloody meshes v»^ide for all. 
 
 But Sananona, who from far had watched 
 
 The progress of the battle, and the death 
 
 Of many warriors saw, turned, sick at heart 
 
 And moaning in his grief, and sought the tent 
 
 That hid his bride, Nacoumah. Her he found 
 
40 NEBRASKA LEGENDS. 
 
 Engaged in sweet domestic ways, alone 
 
 In the wide tent. Within his arm her waist 
 
 He drew, and fondly kissed her beauteous cheek. 
 
 And wept, and said, " Farewell, dear bride, farewell. 
 
 My time has come ; the tribes too long have fought ; 
 
 Too long death ravened on the imiocent — 
 
 And I sole cause of war. But if I die 
 
 No need of battle or of blood remains. 
 
 No other family must forever mourn 
 
 For my offence, or all will curse my name, 
 
 And in the coming times will haply say,. 
 
 * He loved himself; he lived and saw the sun. 
 
 But had no will to spare the braves who died, 
 
 No pity on their children or their wives.' " 
 
 And him Nacoumah answered through her tears : 
 
 " Dear, noble heart, go, battle with our friends ; 
 
 Go do great deeds, and win a name for me. 
 
 Why speak of death ? The grave is dark and foul — 
 
 Forgotten soon, and no man loves the grave. 
 
 Have I no charms 1 and care you not to see 
 
 Your prattling children playing at the door 
 
 Of the dear lodge 1 O speak no more of death." 
 
NEBRASKA LEGENDS. 41 
 
 But he replied : '' I am not left to choose 
 Or life or death, the arms of wife and babe, 
 Or the fierce worm. Fate has made choice for me. 
 Through all last night, while you slept at my side, 
 A shadow, with moon-eyes and chilly touch 
 Stood over me, and breathed, in hollow voice, 
 ' Come, Sananona, come : the grave is made, 
 The worm awaits ! ' But just at morning light 
 A sun-bright figure with a happy face 
 Displaced the bodiless spectre of the night, 
 And told me that to-day my life shall be 
 Far, far away, among the prairie-hills 
 And blooming valleys of the land of souls. 
 I go to meet my fate ; but I shall look 
 Athwart the gates of morning year by year, 
 And peer in every coming woman's face, 
 Matron or maiden, hoping e'er for you. 
 Farewell, dear bride, farewell." 
 
 So in the long 
 And painful rapture of a last embrace, 
 They clung with tears and bitter, aching hearts, 
 
42 NEBEASKA LEGENDS. 
 
 Till Sananona, summoning his strength, 
 
 His sweet Naeoumah's fond arms disengaged, 
 
 Put on the stolid look an Indian wears, 
 
 And turned away and sought the bloody field. 
 
 Where fiercest strained the fight he came, and cried, 
 
 " Hold, Otoes, Omahas, ye warriors brave ! 
 
 No further need is there of blood and hate. 
 
 I come to end this cruel war, and save 
 
 Your w^omen's eyes from tears, your babes from want. 
 
 Live you, but let me die — mine the war's cause, 
 
 Mine be its latest wo. But you henceforth 
 
 Be friends ! " 
 
 Then from the conflict paused the hosts 
 At gaze, while Sananona, well-beloved 
 By either tribe, fixed in the yielding soil 
 The polished handle of his keen-edged spear, 
 And pulled aside his robe, and bared his breast, 
 And fell upon the spear-point. Straight it drove 
 To his brave heart, and the hot blood was seen. 
 And he fell backwards, like a bird that flies 
 Against the wires suspended in mid-air 
 
NEBRASKA LEGENDS. 43 
 
 On poles of inland telegraphs, and died. 
 But a wan cloud, that in the midmost heaven 
 Had gathered unperceived in the sun's path, 
 Sent forth a frightful wail of frightened winds 
 And scattered tearful drops, and, from its edge 
 Sulphureous, Avhirled a luminous, hissing bolt. 
 Along whose wake the thunder cracked and roared 
 Above the hosts. Great horror fell on all. 
 But the cloud slipped away into thin air, 
 The sweet wild winds sang a sweet song of June, 
 And the sun shone. 
 
 Then to the Omahas 
 Shosguscan said : '• Why do we stand at war ? 
 The end I sought is reached ; due penalty 
 Exacted from the insubordinate. 
 Had I myself for Sananona's fault 
 Awarded punishment, his life, no doubt. 
 Would be untouched. But now I do rejoice 
 That he, by his own act, before you all 
 His blame confesses and my sentence spares. 
 In after years, when these vast hosts are gone, 
 
44 NEBRASKA LEGENDS. 
 
 And other warriors roam these flowery plains, 
 
 It shall be told bj many an evening fire, 
 
 For youth's instruction, how this young man brought 
 
 Two peaceful tribes to fearful chance of war, 
 
 And compassed his own death by headlong lust 
 
 That mocked at duty. Sananona's name 
 
 Shall then be synonym of scorn of law, 
 
 Of disobedience. So others all, 
 
 By his sad fate and this brief war forewarned, 
 
 Shall settle to their places with content, 
 
 And just authority no more be spurned. 
 
 Now let the calumet be lit and passed, 
 
 And Omaha and Otoe be sure friends, 
 
 As heretofore." 
 
 But stout Watonashie, 
 Turning half-way to his own men, replied : 
 " 'Twixt me and that fierce wolf can be no peace ! 
 What was this Sananona's fiiult ? His fault ? — 
 He wed a daughter of the Omaha, 
 Nacoumah, whom I, childless, love as well 
 As if she were my own. For this alone — 
 
NEBRASKA LEGENDS. 45 
 
 Because he followed wliere love's instinct led, 
 
 And prized the natural hunger of the heart 
 
 As something better than a beast's desire, 
 
 As all too sacred for another's "vyill 
 
 To guide or thwart, he lies here dead to-day. 
 
 But now this craffcy chief, Shosguscan, he 
 
 Who is at blame for all this bloody work, 
 
 Would point a moral with the young man's name — 
 
 Victim of pitiless vengeance — and ourselves 
 
 Having dishonored by this show of war, 
 
 From which he gains his end, would pause and smoke 
 
 The Peace-Pipe in a handsome covenant. 
 
 And crawl away, himself secure from harm. 
 
 This must not be ! Good friends, it shall not be ! 
 
 My arm aches for reprisal, and my will 
 
 Exacts from battle yon disturber's blood. 
 
 No talk of peace be here ! " 
 
 Then flew the spears ; 
 The barbed sharp arrows hissed along the air, ' 
 And the hot hosts strained to death's furious work. 
 As when along the bottoms by the streams 
 2* 
 
46 NEBRASKA LEGENDS. 
 
 In Autumn, when the dense tall grass is dry, 
 
 Two surging fires, by opposite currents driven, 
 
 Eat all before them over untold miles, 
 
 And leave behind no thick tall spire of grass, 
 
 Or tough brown weed, but charred black clumps of roots, 
 
 Unsightly, on the desolated fields, 
 
 So all day long, through feverish hours of noon, 
 
 Till the great sun lay low above the hills, 
 
 The adverse hosts each through the- other vrhirled, 
 
 And death made brutal havoc, and the field 
 
 Was black and bloody with the fallen dead. 
 
 But as the sun, descending, touched the hills, 
 
 And the last breath of winds that die away 
 
 With sunset sighed across the world, two chiefs — 
 
 One Omaha, one Otoe, now the sole 
 
 Survivors of that brave, infuriate day — 
 
 Bleeding with many wounds, but black with hate, 
 
 Drew to each other o'er the slippery field. 
 
 Then spoke Watonashie : "Shosguscan, fiend, 
 
 I joy to meet thee thus ; come, find thy death ; 
 
 And by the evening fire in afcer times 
 
NEBRASKA LEGENDS. 47 
 
 It shall be told their children by the old 
 How Sananona died for hapless love, 
 Forbidden by his chief; and also how 
 The fierce Shosguscan, who held hearts as cheap, 
 And felt no sympathy with others' pain. 
 Destroyed two tribes entire, and died himself 
 x\nd left his carcass to the croakinoc crows." 
 
 To him Shosguscan, weary with his wounds, 
 And sick at heart for all his warriors slain. 
 Yet full of wrath, '• I know that death is near, 
 Nor would I live, survivor sole and sad 
 Of all I mourn. For them alone I lived ; 
 With them 'tis sweet to die. I stood to-day 
 A champion of authority and law, 
 But thou of wilfulness and anarchy. 
 And both have lost. But I would fight again 
 This dreadful fray, and sacrifice, besides, 
 The tender mother and her prattling child, 
 Unconscious of my thought, rather than yield 
 This cause. I could not brook that each should be 
 
48 NEBRASKA LEGENDS. 
 
 An individual law, for turbulence 
 
 And personal assertion, more than death, 
 
 I dread. But thou, Watonashie, stand forth ! 
 
 The hour demands far else than braggart words, 
 
 For I am proved in battle, and have seen 
 
 Thy Vv^hole tribe fall. Thou, too, shalt die ; the sun 
 
 Shall never look upon thy face again 
 
 Living. Now share thy tribesmen's fate ! " 
 
 As when 
 Upon the broad, smooth current of a stream, 
 Two iron rams, with long, steel-pointed beaks. 
 Lunge at each other's sides, or sterns, or keels 
 Below the water-line, seeking some place 
 Vulnerable to open to the flood, 
 Or hurl against the iron-plated mail 
 Of their thick sides enormous weight of shot, 
 Or ponderous shell, screaming and glad for death. 
 Till both, crushed in their seams by monstrous blows, 
 Settle and sink sudden into the depths, 
 And death o'ertakes the crew^s, and all is still, 
 The fiei'ce chiefs plied each other with their spears, 
 
NEBRASKA LEGENDS. 49 
 
 And, coming closer, drew their fearful knives 
 And grappled in a struggle fierce but short, 
 And fell, close-locked, in death. 
 
 By this the rim 
 Of western hills, in the cold, wasting light. 
 Grew indiscriminate ; but up the east 
 Hung, in gray peaceful depths, the full-orbed moon. 
 Utterly silent was the field of death. 
 So then the women, who from far had marked 
 The waning battle as their heroes fell, 
 And heard the shouts of triumph and the moans 
 Of men death-stricken fainter grow and cease. 
 Warned by the ominous stillness of the eve. 
 Stole, timid, with all orphaned youths and maids 
 And infants hushed, as by a ghostly fear, 
 Across that dreadful field of moon-lit death. 
 Searching for husbands, brothers, sons. 
 As when a mother doe, with spotted fawn, 
 Hides by a runnel in some cool, blue glen, 
 While the brave stag climbs out on some near hill. 
 Observant of the huntsman and the hounds, 
 
50 NEBRASKA LEGENDS. 
 
 But, venturing too far, a stealthy shot 
 
 Reaches his vitals, and he turns and flies, 
 
 Bleeding, and falls before his mate, and dies. 
 
 But she and the weak fawn smell o'er his wounds, 
 
 And lick his face, and moan, and from their eyes, 
 
 Lustrous and large, fall piteous tears, so then, 
 
 When all their slain had found and turned them o'er, 
 
 And knew the light might never break again 
 
 In kindling glances from death-fided eyes, 
 
 They sat them down through lingering, painful hours 
 
 Of the dim night, and, without utterance, wept. 
 
 But when the moon, down her accustomed path 
 Descending, touched the west. He who o'errules 
 Particular troubles to the general good. 
 And pities all, and knows the loyal worth 
 Of true wives' tears, and tears of children — such 
 As weep a father slain — He, pitying, sent 
 A S3anpathetic shudder through the earth. 
 And the dead warriors sank to graves of calm. 
 But all the tears of children and of wives, 
 In a green hollow of the lonely hills 
 
NEBRASKA LEGENDS. 51 
 
 He gathered in a fountain, that the sun 
 
 Dries not in summer heats, but crystal pure 
 
 O'erbrims and murmurs through the changing year. 
 
 Forever on it flows, that gentle stream, 
 
 Fountained by tears, and glides among the hills— 
 
 Ne-hawka — in a valley of its own, 
 
 And passes happy homes, and smiling farms, 
 
 And rolling meadows spotted o'er with flocks 
 
 That drink its sweet, cool waters ; and so on 
 
 Past groves of leafy hickory, and beneath 
 
 Low painted bridges, rumbling to a team, 
 
 It moves a broadening current, swelled by rains 
 
 Gr the chill ooze of Spring-dissolving snows, 
 
 And mirrors back the splendors of the sun, 
 
 And the cold moon, and the wide stream of stars, 
 
 Until, at length, it lingers at the marge 
 
 Of the untamable Missouri flood, 
 
 As loath to mingle its love-hallowed tears 
 
 With that fierce, sandy rage ; then looks its last 
 
 On the sweet heavens by passing day or night. 
 
 And sinks beneath the yeasty, boiling waves, 
 
 Whose like for misht and furv earth has not. 
 
THE RAW HIDE. 
 
THE RAW HIDE, 
 
 A certain man, of a small company moving up the great plain of 
 the Platte, in a spirit of bravado, said he would shoot the first Indian 
 he met ; which he did, having shortly afterward found a Pawnee woman 
 a little separated from her tribe. But a band of warriors, pursuing, 
 demanded from his companions the surrender of that man ; which being 
 refused, the Pawnees made ready to slay the whole company of whites. 
 Whereupon the offender being given into their hands, they flayed him 
 alive. From this circumstance the little stream, on whose banks it 
 occurred, takes the name of the Eaw Hide. 
 
I. 
 
 I WILL go to the meaclovrs ere sunset, 
 
 And gather a wreath for my head ; 
 
 I will pluck purple flox and white grass-flowers, 
 
 And roses both yellow and red, 
 
 And AYill wreathe me a garland outvying 
 
 The splendor of jewels and pearls, 
 
 That gleam on the sumptuous foreheads 
 
 And bosoms of pale-faced girls. 
 
 And Korux will come in the evening. 
 And lead me forth under the moon ; 
 Will see me bedecked for his coming, 
 And, glad for my simple boon, 
 Will clasp me, and kiss me, and praise me, 
 In honest true-lover's way ; 
 Will tear himself from me sadly. 
 And — hurry the wedding-day. 
 
56 JtEBRASKA LEGENDS. 
 
 O sun, pass on to thy setting : 
 Be swift to thy golden rest : 
 Far dearer the tender moonlight. 
 And the star-beams, that invest 
 With delicate dreamy glory, 
 And soft, enraptured grace, 
 The forms of maid and lover. 
 And the passion of each face. 
 
 O sun, pass on to thy setting, 
 And bring my Korux here ; 
 And hasten, O silver moonrise. 
 And let thy light be clear. 
 Shine, shine upon my garland, 
 And flash against my eyes, 
 Tliat Korux may see the sweetness 
 Of the heart that in me lies. 
 
 Dear, blissful world of blessing. 
 To me there is one thing plain : 
 The weight of my life's long pleasure 
 O'erpasses possible pain. 
 
NEBRASKA LEGENDS. 57 
 
 I caniiot believe in trouble, 
 It lasts but a little hour ; 
 And its use is only to heighten 
 Our joy to its utmost power. 
 
 A wife with a brave like Korux 
 To guard her from want and blame 
 With as gentle a heart as his is — 
 That glows with so steady a flame, 
 Will never go sighing, sighiug. 
 For a better world than this, 
 But will have whatever is needful, 
 To give her contentment and bliss. 
 
 And I shall love him completely — 
 
 So worthy is he of love ; 
 
 His wishes shall be my study 
 
 All other things above ; 
 
 For I deem 'twas a passiug marvel 
 
 That I — such a foolish child — 
 
 Should have moved the love of Korux, 
 
 On whom all the niaidens smiled. 
 
58 NEBRASKA LEGENDS. 
 
 I wonder he passed by Backs-kau-re, 
 So slender, and graceful, and tall ; 
 Or mild-eyed, affectionate Kitick, 
 The daintiest damsel of all. 
 What was there in me to allure him, 
 And win him past maidens like these '? 
 'Tis hard to determine. I'm thin kino- 
 That Korux was easy to please. 
 
 For I am too pale for a beauty — 
 
 Too slender, I fear, in the face ; 
 
 And sometimes I seem, in my movements, 
 
 To lack the true manner of grace. 
 
 But yet, I've a heart for my Korux, 
 
 Than which not a heart is so true ; 
 
 And the hope and the trust that he treasures 
 
 With me, he never shall rue. 
 
 'J 
 
 When he goes out the foremost to battle, 
 Rejoicing in manhood and might, 
 I will deck him with plumes and colors, 
 And make his heart happy and light. 
 
NEBRASKA LEGENDS. 59 
 
 And Avheii he comes back victorious, 
 Or wounded in sore defeat, 
 I will exult in my warrior, 
 And make his welcoming sweet. 
 
 True wife shall he ever find me, 
 And ever at his side : 
 Wherever he leads I will follow, 
 Be it over the world so wide. 
 Closer and closer forever 
 Shall my life with his intertwine, 
 As, firm on the oak and its branches, 
 Fastens the parasite vine. 
 
 And now I will 2:0 ere the sunset. 
 And gather a garland of flowers ; 
 I will wander along by the streamlet. 
 Where the water-fowl have their bowers 
 Under reeds and willows and grasses, 
 And where the wild roses grow ; 
 And I'll gather and weave in my garland 
 All the beautiful flowers I know. 
 
60 NEBRASKA LEGENDS. 
 
 And hasten, O happy evening, 
 And bring the silent moon ! 
 Come, come, O silvery moonrise, 
 And Korux will come soon. 
 Shine, shine upon my garland ; 
 Flow round me, mellow beams, 
 Till I surpass the ideal 
 Of my lover's bright day-dreams. 
 
 II. 
 
 It was a Pawnee maiden. 
 
 And down a rumiel's bank she went, 
 
 Low-murmuring, in her happy heart, 
 
 Her artless, sweet content. 
 The dwellings of her tribe were near 
 
 The prairies, bright and lone ; 
 Mild on her face the low sun beamed, 
 
 And fear, it was unknown. 
 The loveliest maiden she of all. 
 Where many a dark-eyed maid was fair ; 
 And on her brow was innocence, 
 
NEBRASKA LEGENDS. 61 
 
 And ill her heart no snare. 
 Her thoughts were all of prosperous love, 
 
 For such alone she knew, 
 And quiet pictures of long bliss 
 
 Her gentle fancy drew. 
 The daintiest blooms she sought and culled, 
 And in a garland deftly bound ; 
 And many a rose and pale grass-flower 
 Fastened her lovely zone around ; 
 Till, as the sun drooped on the hills, 
 And slant his rays bedimmed the land, 
 The maiden viewed her work with joy, 
 And stayed her cunning hand. 
 But, homeward ere her steps she turned 
 And sought the village, that from far 
 In the low, hazy sunset burned 
 
 Like some red evening star. 
 She paused a moment by the rill, 
 To note a slow and rumbling train 
 Of sutler carles and muleteers 
 
 Come winding o'er the plain. 
 3 
 
62 NEBRASKA LEGENDS. 
 
 And much she wondered in her mind 
 That pale-faced men so toiled for gold, 
 And braved the summer's fiery heats, 
 
 The ^yi^ter's bitterest cold, 
 And left behind them mournful homes, 
 And tried the hate of hostile lands. 
 When fish and game were plentiful. 
 And corn grew with small use of bands 
 " Not thus will Korux go from me," 
 
 The simple maiden thought ; 
 '■' Content with what supplies our needs, 
 What else in reason shall be sought 1 " 
 
 III. 
 
 And now, the train, approaching, 
 Wound up the grass-hedged pleasant road, 
 With crack of whip, and many an oath 
 Upon the brutes bestowed. 
 Full of rough daring were the men 
 Who ventured through the wilderness ; 
 For danger they had little care ; 
 
NEBRASKA LEGENDS. 63 
 
 For forms of right some cared still less. 
 Gain was the principle of most ; 
 Love of adventure moved them all ; 
 And fearful must have been that thing 
 Could those stout hearts appal. 
 They gathered there from many lands, 
 And brought the passion of all climes, 
 And filled the Indian's heart with hate. 
 And made his wives corrupt betimes, 
 And choked up avenues of good, 
 Accessible in simple souls, 
 To whom the action, not the creed. 
 Proclaims the element that controls. 
 
 Deeds infamous and terrible, 
 
 Through long, long years were done. 
 
 Even with the little company 
 The maiden viewed, was one 
 
 Who o'er his cups in wayside ranch 
 Had laid a braggart bet, 
 
 With boon companions, he would slay 
 
64 ' NEBRASKA LEGENDS. 
 
 The Indian first they met. 
 And now as in the lingering light 
 
 The maiden fixed his eye, 
 Far from the dwellings of her tribe, 
 
 t 
 
 And decked with prairie finery, 
 He laughed a devilish laugh and low, 
 And thought how opportune it proved. 
 That one lone, helpless maid was thus 
 Far from all friendly eyes removed. 
 The bet was won. The streamlet's bank 
 The heavy wagons drew anear, 
 And all beheld the young girl stand 
 Quietly looking, without ' fear ; 
 And heard a shot, and saw her fall. 
 Nor paused upon their westward way. 
 But journeyed on for many an hour 
 By moonlight calm and gray. 
 
 IV. 
 
 Dear are pure dreams of love to God, 
 And dear to Him all gentle souls. 
 
NEBRASKA LEGEXD;?. 65 
 
 The lives of virgin maids He shapes, 
 And each event therein controls, ' 
 Throu2;h trvins forms of chani:;ino; fate, 
 Through pleasure and through pain ; 
 Gives length of davs, or useful death, 
 As love and pity should ordain. 
 A sparrow falls : He, careful, sees ; 
 A maiden dies, and knows not vrhy ; 
 x\nd reckless time goes whirling on, 
 And sport and cruelty go hy 
 With wanton jest and stealthy tread, 
 As if a crime might be secure. 
 But He, observant, looks from heaven 
 
 And sends a vengeance sure. 
 A child that, ann-liuo; in the rill. 
 
 Concealed 'mid reeds and grass. 
 Had seen the victim fall, and seen 
 
 ■Jlie train unheeding pass, 
 Ean to the village with all speed, 
 
 And told the woful tale ; 
 And warriors banded in hot haste. 
 
66 NEBRASKA LEGENDS. 
 
 And women trembled and turned pale. 
 Erelong, in silence, up the plain 
 A host pursuing passed. 
 Nor gale-driv'n shadows 'neath the moon 
 riy stealthier, or more fast. 
 And ere the sun above the hills 
 Had flung his golden banner out. 
 The sutler company were waked 
 From stolid slumber by the shout 
 Of frightened sentries, who were 'ware 
 That dense, dark masses drew anear 
 From every side, whose coming thus 
 
 There was good room to fear. 
 Up from their blankets sprang the carles ; 
 The tethered mules, led in, were tied 
 Within the circle of the wains 
 
 That now defence supplied. 
 Each man behind his level gun ^ 
 
 Was perched among his bales, or lay 
 Full-length, deep-hidden in the grass, 
 
 And ready for the fray. 
 
NEBKASKA LEGENDS. 67 
 
 It was a game wliere one was matched 
 
 'Gainst twenty of the fearful foe, 
 
 And all the carles might well have been 
 
 Extinguished at a blow ; 
 But savage folk, more generous far 
 Than they who wrong them day by day. 
 Who drive them from their homes, and steal. 
 
 In trade, their goods away, 
 Have ever shown a keener sense 
 Of simple justice and good will 
 Than well-trained men whose minds and hearts 
 
 Historic ages fill. 
 The Pawnee host round the correll 
 
 Formed an unbroken line ; 
 Then, quietly, all sat them down 
 
 Till the clear sun should shine, 
 Lest, in the darkness, there should be 
 Unwished-for deeds of horror done. 
 And some with hands uncrimsoned meet 
 The punishment of the guilty one. 
 At length the hour befit the deed. 
 
68 NEBRASKA LEGENDS. 
 
 Then three tall chiefs approached 
 The trembling company at bay, 
 
 xVnd thus their errand broached : 
 " O men that journey through our land, 
 
 And trespass on our right, 
 We did not stop you as you passed 
 
 Our village but last night. 
 We saw your mules and merchandise ; 
 
 We knew you were our foe ; 
 But you had wives and babes behind, 
 
 And so we let you go. 
 But you, who boast of better ways. 
 
 You had no heed of us ; 
 You slew a maiden of our tribe. 
 
 And we forbearing thus. 
 You shot her as she were a beast, 
 Nor stopped a moment on your way 
 To mitigate her d^'ing pains, 
 And smooth the turf Avhereon she lay. 
 So, should w^e slay you all this morn, 
 We think we should not do a wrong : 
 
NEBRASKA LEGENDS. 69 
 
 But better it perchance may be 
 
 To suffer much and lone:, 
 Ere pushed to furious revenge. 
 
 But this we do demand : 
 Give up to us the murderer 
 
 With blood upon his hand, 
 To deal with as seems right to us ! 
 Then go in honest peace jour wav, 
 And, as you value our good will, 
 Keep the remembrance of this day." 
 
 V. 
 
 In idle parley passed an hour — 
 
 An hour it was of reasoning, 
 
 And vicious threats on either side — 
 
 And much the sutlers strove to bring 
 
 Their comrade through his perilous strait. 
 
 But fear the Indian did not know : 
 
 Vain the appeal to future strife 
 
 And deep revenge ; and vain the thought 
 
 To pay with gold a price for life. 
 
^0 NEBRASKA LEGENDS. 
 
 At length the warrior bent his bow, 
 Or raised his flint-lock to his eye, 
 Impatient with the stubborn carles. 
 And thinking best that all should die 
 Where justice had no advocate. 
 And then the men were fain to yield, 
 And gave the murderer to his fate, 
 And so the breach was healed. 
 
 But him — the unhappy man of blood- 
 The avengers hurried to that spot 
 Where, in last sunset's waning light, 
 He had the maiden shot. 
 And there, with cruel taunt and gibe, 
 
 They flayed him that he died, 
 And left his body to the birds. 
 
 Close by the runnel side ; 
 But stuffed his skin, and set it up 
 
 Before all evil men, 
 To warn them, lest so foul a thing 
 
 Should e'er be done again. 
 
NEBRASKA LEGENDS. 71 
 
 And long that 23allid monument 
 
 Faced sun and rain, and \Yinds that blew ; 
 
 And whether it crumbled into dust, 
 
 Or what its fate, I never knew. 
 
 But the dull stream that winds along, 
 
 Low under summer suns, or sweeps 
 
 Almost a queenly river when 
 
 Snows melt, or heaven unlocks the keeps 
 
 Wherein are treasured all the rain. 
 
 Takes name from what its banks beside 
 
 Long years ago was foully done. 
 
 And all men call it the Raw Hide 
 
 VL 
 
 The summer is here, and the sunshine ; 
 The prairie is sprinkled with flowers ; 
 The winds through the long grasses murmur, 
 The clouds ripple down in bright showers ; 
 And the birds and the bees are a-singing ; 
 The youth fly their steeds o'er the plains ; 
 And lovers for shy nooks are hunting. 
 And everywhere happiness reigns. 
 
12 - NEBEASKA LEGENDS. 
 
 Ah, no ! I am sick for the maiden 
 That wandered here late by my side : 
 I see not the birds and the sunshine, 
 I heed not the winds as they glide. 
 I think of the past and the future, 
 And my eyes are beclouded with tears. 
 The past is a dream that is vanished ; 
 The future — what has it that cheers % 
 
 Here, under this mound, she is lying, 
 To moulder in silence alone ; 
 She knows not I'm standing above her : 
 I call, but she heeds not the tone. 
 Oh, lately she came, if I named her ; 
 On all that I uttered, she hung ; 
 And, close as the vine to the oak-tree, 
 Her spirit to mine ever clung. 
 
 She lies in a prison of sorrow ; 
 The light never breaks on her eyes ; 
 Her hands are clasped over a bosom 
 No more to be rounded by sighs. 
 
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 In darkness, of friendship forgotten, 
 Unheeding, she slumbers alway. 
 Ah, soon the form that was fairest 
 Must be as the formless clay. 
 
 The ages shall linger above her 
 
 And still shine the pitiless sun ; 
 
 The moon shall be tender and dreamy, 
 
 The feet of the light winds shall run, 
 
 And lovers and maids shall be gathered 
 
 In happy and endless embrace ; 
 
 But for her, in the ranks of the happy, 
 
 Shall never be any more place. 
 
 And yet, I am told that a spirit 
 Was dwelling within her pure frame, 
 That has gone to a beautiful region. 
 In a country that no man can name. 
 A spirit thin, pallid, but lovely, 
 With eyes that are mistless and bright, 
 And clad in a robe than the grass-flowers 
 More perfectly spotless and white. 
 
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 If so, sweet spirit, await me ! 
 One day I shall come to thy place ; 
 I shall seek thee all over that country,' 
 And yearn for thy loving embrace. 
 Forget me not, spirit most perfect ! 
 Let Kornx remain in thy heart : 
 Afijain we will wander too;ether. 
 Nor one from the other depart. 
 
 Where the light never dies in the valleys, 
 
 Where the wands never angrily blow, 
 
 Far away from the dread of the white man, 
 
 What happiness may we know ! 
 
 And the vows now so painfully broken, 
 
 Forever and aye we'll repair. 
 
 Oh, spirit beloved, be ready ! 
 
 Oh, wait for and welcome me there ! 
 
THE PRAISE OF NEW LANDS 
 
I. 
 
 God bless our sturdy native land — 
 Its prairies broad, its mountains bare, 
 
 Its rough, cold, lakes, its rivers grand, 
 Its pure, invigorating air. 
 And bless its blue, enfolding seas, 
 Its forests, springs, and bloomy leas. 
 And all the powers and influences 
 That make this land the land it is. 
 For here are nurtured, here alone. 
 The tensest muscle, firmest bone ; 
 The keenest eye, the sternest will. 
 And largest power for good or ill. 
 
 II. 
 
 Where huddled Europe breeds her swarms, 
 The Few possess the Many's rights. 
 
78 NEBRASKA LEGEXDS. 
 
 The Few have homes, and cheer, and forms 
 
 Of health, and eyes that see delights. 
 The Many toil from day to day, 
 And earn such pittance as they may ; 
 But scantily fed and clad, and chilled 
 By hopes forever unfulfilled, 
 From infancy to manhood's prime, 
 And down the mellowing, ripening time 
 Of hallowed age, they dwell with pain, 
 Nor manhood's guerdon ever gain. 
 For, let them struggle as they may 
 To upward win an equal way, 
 They learn, at last, 'tis vain to try ; 
 That peasants horn must peasants die. 
 
 in. 
 
 I hold 'twere well to teach our heirs, 
 If they would shun the peasant's doom, 
 
 Would shun his ignorance and cares. 
 To live in States where men have room. 
 
 Where entail may not bind the land. 
 
 Nor privilege defiant stand ; 
 
NEBRASKA LEGENDS. 79 
 
 But where a man of heart and mind 
 At once expansive place may find. 
 Teach them that cities are the graves 
 That bury anxious, toil-worn slaves ; 
 That while the Few there ride at will, 
 And of all pleasure have their fill. 
 The Thousands, hither, thither thrown, 
 Live not in houses of their own — 
 Scarce know the wind-tone of a tree, 
 The song-bird's wondrous minstrelsy. 
 The murmur of a pebbly rill. 
 And all the sights and sounds that fill 
 The country with such peace and rest. 
 Then to the north, or south, or west ! 
 Then to new lands, unless, born great, 
 One heirs a competent estate ! 
 And be new lands or warm or cold. 
 Or forest dense, or open wold. 
 Or inland far, or by the sea. 
 Thither let poor-folk straightway flee. 
 And know that who to new lands come, 
 May own themselves and own their home. 
 
so NEBRASKA LEGENDS. 
 
 IV. 
 
 But ah, to leave forefathers' graves, 
 
 And sights well-loved from infancy : 
 Were it not better still be slaves 
 
 Than all we love no more to see ? 
 Better to linger by the looms, 
 Better to pace dark, rented rooms ; 
 Better to breathe the putrid air 
 Of dusty, narrow streets and bare ; 
 Better to meet each coming year 
 With lessening hope and deepening fear, 
 That still in sunshine and in shovrer 
 Fond eyes may see the old church-tower. 
 Fond ears still hear the sweet church-bell, 
 Whose summons blest we love so well — 
 Still round us move the patient grace 
 Of many a loved familiar face, 
 And that, hj graves most dear, at last 
 We may lie down when life is past ? 
 
NEBRASKA LEGENDS. 81 
 
 V. 
 
 weak one, filled with discontent 
 Of present things, yet fearing change, 
 Let life have purpose ere 'tis spent — 
 
 Give thoucrht and action broader ranc^e ! 
 The wilderness is sweet as wide, 
 And fair the forms on every side 
 Of hill and valley, mead and wood— 
 
 1 would that old lands were as good ! 
 In happy murmurs glide the rills, 
 And golden splendor falls and fills 
 The heaven above the fragrant glens ; 
 Nor wild beast there, nor snaky fens. 
 Go, deem what prospect most invites : 
 There rear thy home, and bring the rites 
 Of prayer and worship : fill a space 
 With lettered and with mannered grace. 
 Till church-bells sound from vale to vale, 
 And gardens on the air exhale 
 
 The orient perfume of the rose. 
 Life shall have purpose as it goes, 
 
82 NEBRASKA LEGENDS. 
 
 And good be done, and strength increase. 
 And old age win an honored peace. 
 
 VL 
 
 For many a year, across these plains, 
 I'v^e marked the stalwart immigrant 
 Guiding his scantly-laden wahis 
 
 To some fair nook, anew to plant 
 The fortunes of his family tree. 
 And when, erelong, he there might be. 
 The spacious homestead rose serene. 
 Embowered in cool, inviting green ; 
 The lark sang sweetly at his door ; 
 * His barns were filled with ample store ; 
 His fields all spotted o'er with kine 
 Indolent in the broad sunshine ; 
 While on the road his carriage shone, 
 And far and wide his name was known 
 As one to whom all men might flee 
 For certain hospitality : 
 The stranger's counsel, orphan's friend, 
 
NEBRASKA LEGENDS. 83 
 
 Ready to harbor, help, or lend, 
 Ready in church and neighborhood, 
 To do the righteous thinoj he could. 
 And, year by year, more perfect grace 
 "Was written in his manly face, 
 Till every look and action \yent 
 To speak his measureless content. 
 
 VII. 
 
 Men grow by independent thought — 
 
 Self-centred action unconstrained. 
 Far greater he whose lines are wrought 
 
 By purpose in himself contained. 
 Than he who by another's will 
 Some petty place must daily fill — 
 Some tiresome, endless, dull routine, 
 That makes him but a mere machine. 
 Give me a hut with scanty cheer, 
 Far on the blooming wild frontier — 
 A yoke of cattle, and a cow, 
 And acres of my own to plow — 
 
84 NEBRASKA LEGENDS. 
 
 A dog, a gun, the sweet blue skies. 
 And Nature's charms and mysteries ; — 
 So I may feel that I am free. 
 And master of my fortunes be ; — 
 So I may ride, or sit, or play. 
 Or read my book each stormy day ; — 
 So I may see my comforts grow, 
 "With immigration's onward flow ; — 
 See values rise, and friendship grace 
 Each neighbor's honest, manly face, — 
 And I shall feel myself a king. 
 Compared with them who daily wring 
 Precarious substance from small wage, 
 Nor hoard a little for old age. 
 
 VIII. 
 Thank God, new lands are vast as fair : 
 
 Earth for her millions still has room — 
 Has wealth of plains, and mountain-air. 
 
 And breezy coasts, and forests' gloom, 
 Where all conditions may find place. 
 
NEBRASKA LEGENDS. 85 
 
 On some fair future day of grace, 
 Along the regions now but waste, 
 Civilizations shall be traced 
 As fair as any that may be. 
 Then, from his grave, might one but see 
 His sons and daughters firmly set, 
 Where wealth and honor purely met — 
 Might see his race adorn their name, 
 And bless the ancestor that came 
 Into the wilds, with sturdy heart 
 To give his house that prosperous start. 
 Some joy might stir his palsied breast. 
 Some sweet contentment fill his rest. . 
 
 IX. 
 
 But, ah ! we cannot raise a theme, 
 
 Or sing a song, or chant a stave," 
 Or yield awhile to some bright dream, 
 
 But it must end low in the grave. 
 We plant j our children take and reap, 
 But quickly they are laid asleep. 
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86 NEBRASKA LEGENDS. 
 
 The winds and waters murmur on, 
 The sun forgets the nations gone, 
 And to and fro pass heedless feet. 
 Oh ! much is wanting to complete 
 The barest possibilities 
 Would make this life a thing of bliss. 
 No region may be found on earth 
 To wholly fit the immortal worth 
 Of God-given souls whose end is God. 
 There is no place from Him abroad — 
 No country where He veils His eyes, 
 And talks with thunder from the skies, 
 And sends the slow approach of death — 
 Where men may draw all-happy breath. 
 For something still all true souls pant — 
 Some unrelievable want. 
 That Heaven alone can satisfy. 
 Heaven is the country to draw nigh — 
 The home of the aspiring soul : 
 There men are sound, and true, and whole. 
 And lands are fair, and skies are pure, 
 
NEBRASKA LEGENDS. 
 
 And homes and friendships that endure. 
 Towards heaven we tend. God give us grace 
 To see, without great fear, His face ; 
 And give us room where all is new 
 To us poor earth-worms, blind of view, 
 And foolish in our weak designs. 
 And, like the sun that months-long shines 
 Upon the erewhile darkened pole, 
 Backward death's darkness may He roll, 
 And set us where no want is known — 
 Under the splendor of His throne. 
 
NEBRASKA-1866. 
 
 The virgin of the wilderness, 
 
 She sits upon her hills alone ; 
 Loose sprigs of cedar in her hair, 
 A vine-wreath round her zone ; 
 As gray-eyed Pallas pure and free, 
 Expectant of the things to be. 
 No robe of art in pliant fold 
 Wraps her deep bosom from the cold, 
 Nor rustling veil, nor cheap disguise, 
 Conceals the freshness of her eyes. 
 Beneath her feet an hundred rills 
 Flash, singing to the naked hills ; 
 And forest-belted rivers glide 
 Through prairie valleys, warm and wide. 
 Not hers are breadths of palm or pine, 
 Or sands of gold, or mountain mine. 
 
90 NEBRASKA LEGENDS. 
 
 Or dizzy steeps, or barren rocks, 
 
 But farm-land vales and grass for flocks ; 
 
 And over her, sjDanned in splendor, rise 
 Mild, changeful depths of cheerful skies. 
 
 She looks across her vacant lands. 
 
 And feels a virgin's conscious shame ; 
 Yet not with her to shape the past — 
 
 Oh, not witli her the blame ! 
 She smiles benign on every guest. 
 And proffers shelter, food, and rest. 
 To empires thronged with men, afar, 
 To states where discord dwells, and war. 
 She calls, and shows her ample bound, 
 And peace within, and peace around. 
 To families distressed and poor, 
 To restless sage and o'ertasked boor. 
 To broken health and courage spent. 
 To all the sons of discontent, 
 Where'er they pine, whate'er they be. 
 She cries, " Be thine a homestead free — 
 
NEBRASKA LEGENDS. 91 
 
 A lordly right of wealthy land, 
 
 And health, ease, quiet. At my hand 
 
 Receive the cool, sustaining hours, 
 And energize thy weakened powers." 
 
 She knows that she was born to be 
 
 The mother of a mighty race : 
 Heroic sons whom reverence seeks — 
 
 Daughters to wear all grace ; — 
 That on her soil there yet must rise 
 Whatever prospects good men prize : 
 The pure church, up whose heaven-topped spire 
 Creeps the long sunset's lingering fire ; 
 The college in whose reverend shade 
 Unpolished youths are Grecians made ; 
 And tasteful homes ; and those calm keeps 
 Where musing memory broods and weeps. 
 She knows, elate, that she was born 
 To blend the sunset with the morn ; 
 To add new vigor to the chain 
 That links the mountain to the main : 
 
92 NEBRASKA LEGENDS. 
 
 Till, growing greater and more great, 
 She sits the peer of every state ; 
 
 And all shall love and call her blest — 
 The virgin Mother of the West. 
 
THE MISSOURI. 
 
 I. 
 
 Who shall sing the song of the River — 
 Channel of Empire, Highway of God, 
 That from the depths under far northern mountains- 
 Sunless and cold as the caves of the sea — 
 Riseth Titanic, grand monarch of Rivers 1 
 Strong in its birth, every league it grows stronger ; 
 Cleaveth the land into wide, blooming valleys ; 
 Parteth asunder the hills from each other ; 
 Mineth the forest to drift it away, 
 Or fix, like a spear in couch for a tilt, 
 The huge woodland monarch, a desperate sawyer. 
 To vex the thin keels on the pathway of commerce. 
 
 II. 
 
 Restless forever and shifting its current — 
 Emblem of Time and the progress of nations — 
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94 NEBRASKA LEGENDS. 
 
 See how it rushes, resistless, unsparing, 
 
 Onward, right onward, rejoicing in might ! 
 
 Tawny and rough as an old crouching lion, 
 
 Hark ! how it roars through the valleys afiir ! 
 
 Trust not its temper ; 'tis best at betraying : 
 
 Never it sports but in anger and fury. 
 
 Sternly in earnest, unstaying in purpose. 
 
 Forward it sweeps to the Gulf of the Tropics. 
 
 Not by its islands a moment delays it ; 
 
 Not by the shadows that lurk by the shore ; 
 
 Straight as an arrow that flics to its target. 
 
 Hastes it right on, as 'twere bent upon Duty. 
 
 Hastes ! and no dimple or low-rippling laughter 
 
 Answers, seductive, the bright glance of noon, 
 
 But always volcanic, it bursts in fierce eddies, 
 
 And tumbles and surges in long-heaving billows, 
 
 And crumbles and buries the banks that would hold it. 
 
 III. 
 
 Master it is of the broad Mississippi — 
 Paramount lord of that frood-naturcd flood ! 
 
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 Grasps the strong affluent as athlete, or savage ; 
 Pixes, exultant, its serf-mark of service — 
 Dark, dirty-yellow, the sands of the uplands. 
 Thence to the Gulf descending, it welters 
 Through the fat bottoms that lie to the Sun 
 Fervid as Dance to love-freighted gold-showers, 
 And as black Egypt propitiously fruitful. 
 In its deep bosom, far out to the Delta 
 Bears it the soils of the lands there uprising — 
 Lands to be covered by numerous people 
 Fast as the sea recedes, or the earthquake 
 Heaves the low bars into long, level stretches — 
 Tame to the eye, but surpassingly fertile. 
 
 IV. 
 
 Type of my country, the mighty, the chainless, 
 Heir of the best and the worst in all ages — 
 Splendor and turbulent license of Greece — 
 Roll on forever, majestic, unshackled. 
 Reaching afar, through the hills and the prairies, 
 Thy bountiful arms, the bonds of our Union ! 
 
96 NEBRASKA LEGENDS. 
 
 Bear to the ocean the wealth of a region 
 
 Vaster, and richer by nature, than Europe ; 
 
 Pour through the land beneficent commerce — 
 
 Parent of art that is lovely and lasting ; 
 
 Bind in firm concord the states once dissevered ; 
 
 Untangle base interests — the interests conflicting. 
 
 Till from the Delta afar to thy fountains 
 
 One patriot mind is wholly pervasive. 
 
 But, should this people be prone to rebellion, 
 
 Heedless of freedom, honor, and right. 
 
 Rise up from thy channel in terror a deluge ; 
 
 O'erwhelm the broad fields, the opulent cities ; 
 
 Destroy the promoters of public disaster, 
 
 And roll on in gloom, vast, mournful, and shoreless, 
 
 God only beholding, the Judge and Avenger. 
 
 1865. 
 
GRAPING. 
 
 Down by the dull Cahokia, 
 
 Just back from a sandy shore, 
 You and I went a-graping, 
 
 In the pleasant days of yore. 
 We sat in the glancing shadows, 
 
 Or roamed in the open sun ; 
 But of grapes — alas ! my darling — 
 
 We fetched not a single one. 
 
 Our baskets came back empty, 
 
 But our hearts were full of dreams, 
 Inwrought with the warm October 
 
 And the sunset's mellow beams. 
 O sweet through the fading grasses 
 
 Wandered the wind's low moan, 
 And, piping their cheerful signals, 
 
 Went birds to a summer zone. 
 
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 Your hand in my own was resting, 
 
 But few were the words we spoke ; 
 And our pitiless companions 
 
 Shot at us many a joke. 
 But little we cared, my darling ; 
 
 We had plighted our secret truth, 
 And the world seemed a purple vine-land, 
 
 Hung full for the wants of youth. 
 
 Then, ere the leaves had fallen, 
 
 Or cold blew the northern gale — 
 Ere the sun swam low in the tropics, 
 
 Or the skies were chilly and pale. 
 The villagers all came trooping — 
 
 The greatest as well as the least — 
 To hear our vow's confession 
 
 Before the surpliced priest. 
 
 And out through Autumn's glories, 
 
 Or ever the day was done, 
 We had crossed broad river and prairie, 
 
 In the track of the hazy sun. 
 
NEBRASKA LEGENDS. 99 
 
 And the still night closed around us, 
 
 And Dian smiled bright above 
 Our shrine of the perfumed Hymen, 
 
 And the sacrifice of love. 
 
 Oh, swift the years as the passage 
 
 Of pigeons with silvery wings ; 
 And deep in their silence is hidden 
 
 All tender and holy things — 
 The smiles, the kisses, the rapture. 
 
 The sighs, the unsealing of tears. 
 The darkness that fills with amazement. 
 
 The light in the west that cheers. 
 
 They are full of children's voices, 
 
 And songs by the cradle sung ; 
 Of the shadowy gleam of faces — 
 
 Forever fair and young — 
 That paled in their opening promise. 
 
 And under the willows hide. 
 Ah, Heaven seems far less distant 
 
 Since the little ones have died ! 
 
100 NEBRASKA LEGENDS. 
 
 And once again we are graping, 
 
 But not near the dear old home ; 
 New lands are ever unstable — 
 
 Their people like Arabs roam. 
 We follow our children westward ; 
 
 They will follow theirs to the sea. 
 Few men in the land are settled, 
 
 Or know where their graves shall be. 
 
 I like, in the mild October, 
 
 These rides in the country air. 
 The plats 'neath the swaying vfoodlands, 
 
 And the sunlight*flickering there. 
 I love the merry laughter 
 
 Of the groups at the clustered vine, . 
 And the glimpse of faces rosy 
 
 As Moenads flushed with wine. 
 
 For, like a wind that freshens 
 One drooping and moving slow, 
 
 These things throw over my spirit 
 The spell of the long-ago ; 
 
NEBRASKA LEGENDS. IQl 
 
 And I'm proud that these young people, 
 
 Like those of our youthful days, 
 Have pleasure in simple pleasures. 
 
 And lore the old-fashioned ways. 
 
 But, for us, the scramble is ended, 
 
 'Tis time to be sober and still ; 
 We are nearing the mist-covered river — 
 
 Are down at the foot of the hill. 
 Our baskets have ever been empty — 
 
 A trifle our slender store ; 
 Yet only for you and the children 
 
 Have I ever wished for more. 
 
 I hope, ^yhen the final summons 
 
 Is sped from the ghostly king. 
 Afar to a peaceful country 
 
 Together our souls mav winoj ; — 
 Together may live in glory. 
 
 And round us the children play. 
 As once in the long-gone summers, 
 
 Ere some were taken awav. 
 
102 NEBRASKA LEGENDS. 
 
 But now, my arm for the wagon ! 
 
 The horses are placed abreast, 
 For the home-bound sun is nearing 
 
 His gate in the golden west : 
 And the wind, with murmur tender," 
 
 Dies out in a lonsr, Ions; si«:h : 
 And the bird to his mate is calling 
 
 That the chill, dark night is nigh. 
 
THE DEATH OF THE STAG. 
 
 The skies are bright with dewy light ; 
 
 The gray old peaks are softly glowing ; 
 The hunter's horn rings on the height,' 
 And the timid deer, in wild affright, 
 Leaps down the valley, where shades of night 
 
 Under rivers of mist are flowing. 
 
 Away below the fleet hounds go. 
 
 Their music like far clarions ringing ; - 
 Away under tree-boughs pendant low, 
 Across dim meadows, glimmering slow 
 To a hazy dawn, and by curve and flow 
 Of a stream in its rock-bed singing. 
 
 Now there, now here — now faint, now clear, 
 
 The echoes of the hunt are flying. 
 Too quiet seems this atmosphere 
 For a skurrying chase of sport and fear ; 
 
104 NEBRASKA LEGENDS. 
 
 But oh ! a rino;in£f shot and cheer, 
 And the stag is down and. dying. 
 
 A moment dim the bright hills swim 
 
 Past^eyes that gaze with weak endeavor ; 
 Then darkness fills their azure rim — 
 The tepid airs blow chill for him — 
 A shudder glances from limb to limb — 
 And his flights are done forever. 
 
 But sweet its note, from rhythmic throat, 
 
 The hunter's horn is gayly flying ; 
 It sails through glens, o'er peaks remote, 
 Its silvery echoes backward float 
 Soft as Pan's pipe, or pastoral oat, 
 Or the west wind's dreamy sighing. 
 
TO THE SOUTH WIND. 
 
 Oh, blandly blow, 
 
 South Wind, and flow 
 Along these barren fields of snow, 
 
 Till melt their flakes, 
 
 And winter takes 
 His homeward flight past frontier lakes. 
 
 Disperse his chills ! 
 
 Release the rills. 
 To swirl and ripple through the hills ! 
 
 Call star-eyed flowers 
 
 To deck the bowers. 
 Through which shall dance the twinkling Hours. 
 
 Waft feathery droves 
 To fill our groves 
 With nymphic songs and fruitful loves ! 
 
106 NEBRASKA LEGENDS. 
 
 From vales and rocks 
 Let bleating flocks 
 Respond afar to crowing cocks ! 
 
 Bring odorons balm 
 From lands of palm^ 
 
 To steep my soul in tropic calm ; 
 Subdue each sense 
 O'erwrought, intense, 
 
 To stillness and to indolence ! 
 
 Then let nie lie 
 Where tall pines sigh, 
 
 And listen as thou murmurest by. 
 Or 'neath broad vine 
 Watch shade and shine 
 
 Flutter, pursue, and intertwine. 
 
 Like human fates 
 
 That mystery mates 
 In troubled flow through life's estates- 
 
 A clouded dance, 
 
 A swift advance 
 Through trying changes of mischance. 
 
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 Dear, mellow cliime 
 
 Of summer time ! 
 Blest voice of that entrancing clime 
 
 AVhere never beat 
 
 The angry feet 
 Of icy winds and Titan sleet, 
 
 Along these dells. 
 
 Like distant bells 
 Be heard again thy joyous swells — 
 
 Thy flute-note calls, 
 
 Thy breath that falls 
 An echo from heaven's crystal walls, 
 
 Luring afar 
 
 From moil and jar, 
 To heights where purple dream-lands are ; 
 
 Fore-running peace 
 
 And fat increase, 
 And all that gives our want release. 
 
 Prophet of wealth 
 And jocund health — 
 
108 NEBRASKA LEGENDS. 
 
 Doer of charities by stealth, 
 
 The sick e'er bless 
 
 Thy soft caress, 
 And grateful smile, and suffer less. 
 
 Young children's feet 
 
 Through fields and street 
 Bound playful forth thy play to meet ; 
 
 And fond youths vie, 
 
 'Neath moon-lit sky. 
 Which best may shine in Beauty's eye. 
 
 Sitting at ease. 
 
 The old man sees 
 Thy billowy sporting on the leas, 
 
 Till, with like roll, 
 
 Beyond control. 
 The past flows backward through his soul. 
 
 Thy gentle airs. 
 Beguiling cares, 
 Draw pure souls upward unawares ; 
 
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 Through willowy wave 
 Thy lonely stave 
 Sighs, like a mourner, o'er the grave. 
 
 No tyrant thou, 
 
 With iron brow 
 And force to bend — no matter how ! 
 
 No blustering knave 
 
 To roar and rave, 
 And prove to worms that thou art brave ! 
 
 Heaven's blessed child. 
 
 Low- voiced and mild. 
 Thou teachest men ambition- wild, 
 
 That who do most 
 
 At duty's post. 
 Ask notice least, make least of boast ; 
 
 And courteous move, 
 Intent to prove 
 The wise omnipotence of love ; 
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110 NEBRASKA LEGENDS. 
 
 Their faith their cheer — 
 Arxd bright and clear 
 Their names shall at the last appear. 
 
 So, South Wind, blow. 
 
 And cheerily flow 
 Aloncr these barren fields of snow : 
 
 Flow like sweet rhymes ; 
 
 Bring happier times, 
 Dear angel of celestial climes ! 
 
RALLYING SONG-1864 
 
 Up, Freemen of tlie Xorthland — 
 
 Up, for your country calls ! 
 The foe hovers near your border — 
 His foot on the Uatherland falls. 
 Is this an hour for wrangling ? 
 It is crime to bandy words. 
 Go, harness your steeds for the battle ! 
 Flash forth your unpitying s\Yords ! 
 Clang the bells, and toll them ! 
 Rattle the drums, and roll them ! 
 "Wave the banners, and lustily shout 
 To the laggards at home, " Turn out ! Turn out 
 
 Stand forth, as your sires before you, 
 
 Close-ranked in dreadful might ! 
 And hurry away to the conflict — 
 
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112 NEBRASKA LEGENDS. 
 
 Your war-cry, " God and the right ! " 
 Must the nation fall 1 Let its crash 
 
 Be unheard for your widows' crying ; 
 Let it sink to the booming of cannon, 
 And die in the groans of the dying. 
 Mantle your bells, and toll them ! 
 Muffle your drums, and roll them ! 
 While earth lays bare her motherly breast, 
 And gathers her heroes to gory rest. 
 
THE UNKNOWN SAIL AT 
 NANTUCKET. 
 
 From out the indeterminable distance 
 
 There comes a sail 
 That, moving landsvard — m^ged by joint persistence 
 
 Of tide and gale — 
 
 Flies o'er the tract of intervening ocean, 
 
 A stately thing, 
 As floats a hawk in heaven without a motion 
 
 Of plume or wing. 
 
 And while we wait to learn her name and story. 
 
 And what prevails — 
 Or haply pleasure, gain, or dream of glory, 
 
 To lift her sails. 
 
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 She shifts her course, and, glidhig past our island, 
 
 Is swift withdrawn, 
 Till her dim topsail looms like some far highland, 
 
 And then is gone. 
 
 But the gray billows, with unceasing motion 
 
 And utterance lone. 
 From the deep bosom of the ancient ocean 
 
 Give back a moan 
 
 That bodies forth a sense of separation 
 
 None may elude, 
 Tlie long monotony and expiration 
 Of solitude. 
 
 Thus, on the highways marked by play or duty, 
 
 We come and go, 
 And past us eyes that speak, and forms of beauty. 
 
 Glide to and fro. 
 
 But, while we turn to reach a hand, or utter 
 
 Some word of grace, 
 They swiftly pass and leave, with just a flutter. 
 
 An empty space. 
 
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 Vainly we cry, " Who are these ? " " Whence depart- 
 ing 1 " 
 
 And " Whence were they 1 " 
 Just this is clear : across our pathway starting, 
 
 They sj)eed away. 
 
 And be their lives attractive as their presence, 
 
 Or flushed with shame ; 
 And be their homes with sorrow or with pleasance, 
 
 'Tis all the same. 
 
 They are to us henceforth as memories only 
 
 That dimmer grow — 
 As songs that sink to echoes faint and lonely, 
 
 Then cease to flow. 
 
 Or as the ship that with majestic motion 
 
 DrcAV near the shore. 
 And made no port ; but the cold, restless ocean . 
 
 Moaned as before. 
 
FAIR AND FRAIL. 
 
 " Fair and Frail ! " the people say ; 
 
 " Fair and Frail — a child of sin ! "' 
 Manhood, jibing, turns away ; 
 
 Matrons will not let her in. 
 
 Not a friend in all the ^Yorld ! 
 
 Whence she comes, and whither goes, 
 By life's tempests whipped and whirled, 
 
 Not a blameless Christian knows. 
 
 Must she pillow in the street ? 
 
 Tender child, the nights are cold ! 
 Doubtless some will guide her feet 
 
 To the harlot's ghastly fold. 
 
 Where, I wonder, was her home ? 
 Where are father's, mother's care ? 
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118 NEBRASKA LEGENDS. 
 
 Prom their harshness did she roam 
 Forth to meet the ready snare 1 
 
 See, a shadow fills her eyes, 
 
 And her face is wan with thons'ht ! 
 
 Does she blame the holy skies 
 For the hardness of her lot ? 
 
 Does she breathe a weary prayer 
 Somietimes in her sinful breast — 
 
 Wishful of Christ's pitying care, 
 Wishful of His sovereign rest 1 
 
 She is human — what are we 1 
 Who may hope, unless forgiven, 
 
 E'er a better life to see, 
 
 E'er to gain a perfect heaven ? 
 
 Man awards her scorn for wrong ; 
 
 Matrons fear her wicked ways : 
 Peaceful homes to these belong — 
 
 Hers are sinful nights and days. 
 
 Why, good people, hold her vile, 
 Wink, and whisper low her name, 
 
NEBRASKA LEGENDS. 119 
 
 When you flatter, fawn, and smile 
 
 On, the wretch who wrought her shame 1 
 
 Have you thought who carsed her so ? — 
 Dragged her down from innocence ?— 
 
 Sought her love to work her woe ? — 
 Fooled her by a vain pretence ? 
 
 Seek, unmask him, cast him forth ! 
 
 Let him feel how foul his wrong ! 
 Place him by his proper worth — 
 
 Devils not with men belong ! 
 
 But for her — hope's trusting child — 
 
 Christians, open hand and heart ! 
 Fear not you to be defiled. 
 
 When you act your Master's part ! 
 
 He who once with sinners kept, 
 And from none His love withdrew, 
 
 E'en for her He prayed and wept, 
 
 And would save her. But vrould you ? 
 
THE FORGOTTEN POET. 
 
 'Tis a ballad from Percy's Reliques, 
 
 Written hundreds of years ago ; 
 But the head that planned, and the hand that wrote, 
 
 Forgotten, in dust are low. 
 
 The song goes on with the ages. 
 
 And earns well-merited fame ; 
 But no one asks where the Singer lies dead, 
 
 Or seeks to revive his name. 
 
 Yet sweet must have been the spirit 
 
 Could make a song that will live ; 
 From stores more ample than he can impart, 
 
 Each gives what he has to give. 
 
 But little, perchance, it matters. 
 
 When any thing noble is done. 
 That men, admiring, shall speak in praise. 
 
 Or a wreath of bays be won. 
 
122 NEBRASKA LEGENDS. 
 
 And one ^vho has ended his mission, 
 And gone to an honored sleep, 
 
 Oh, what can he care for an empty name. 
 That struggles a place to keep ? 
 
 Enou2;h it is for the Sinii^er 
 
 That his song has been well sung ; 
 
 That it lingers to lighten the sorrowful heart. 
 Or trips on the cheerful tongue. 
 
 Enough it is for the Singer 
 
 That God, whose Singer he is, 
 Has given him vision, and strength of speech, 
 
 And filled him with melodies ; 
 
 And taken him up some higher, 
 Where the Singers' harps are gold ; 
 
 Where the singing is never ended, and where 
 There is no one forgotten or old. 
 
TO ZEPHYR. 
 
 Dance to me, sing to me ; 
 
 Swift Sweet, and fling to me 
 Kisses more soft than the leaf of the rose ; 
 
 Eipple, and wing to me ; 
 
 Speed, speed, and bring to me 
 Secrets too dainty for words to disclose. 
 
 Fondly, O glide to me; 
 
 Arms open wide to me ; 
 Pour round my being thy rapturous grace ; 
 
 Lean on, confide to me ; — 
 
 What ! art denied to me 1 
 Sweet, I am faint for the breath of thy face. 
 
 Zephyr, come nigh to me ; 
 Lisp to me, sigh to me ; 
 
124 :SEBRASKA LEGE.VDS. 
 
 Tell me tliy passion ; 'twill lighten thy heart. 
 
 Vain is my cry to thee ; 
 
 Still wilt go Ly to me ? 
 Well, then, I scorn thee ! Poor trifler, depart 
 
MISTHER OTLANAGAI^'S ADVOISE 
 TIL A CUNTHRYMAN. 
 
 Oh, cum til Amerikvj Paddy, 
 
 No mattlier how good yer istate is ; 
 'Tis a land wid a tecli iiv the carn-joos, 
 
 The ehisest ut cabbicre and 'taties. 
 A shanty here rints for jist nothiu', 
 
 Or a cellar that's nice for a laddy ; 
 An' the pigs runs roun' loose in the night-time, 
 
 Grmitin', " Ate me, an' thanks til ye, Paddy." 
 
 As for biznis, 'tis plinty an' aisy ; 
 
 Ye kin live like a prince or a Turruk ; — 
 Unless they bring in thim low Chinese, 
 
 There'll alius be plinty of wurruk. 
 There's railroads forever is bildin'. 
 
 An' conthracts is given away — 
 Jobs fatther than iver ye dhramed uv, 
 
 That clare ye two dollars a day. 
 
126 NEBRASKA LEGENDS. 
 
 Yere a vother as soon as ye cum here — 
 
 Invited to parties and balls ; 
 An' they sind ye right aff til the Congriss — 
 
 An' the jails all has tumble-down \Yalls. 
 Ye kin do as ye plase, an', be jabers, 
 
 There's nothin' on airth to be fearin' ; 
 Ivry sowl here igspicts to git office, 
 
 An' smiles to the igziles uv Erin. 
 
 May the Vargin look swate to ould Ireland, 
 
 An' dlirive from it Inglish an' ill : 
 I've taken an oath uv alleginse, 
 
 But I am an Oirishman still. 
 An' this is the r'ason I'm lovin' 
 
 An' praisin' this land uv the free ; 
 Ye kin sware iv'ry day to be loyal, 
 
 An' yit a true Fenian be. 
 
 So cum til Ameriky. Paddy ; 
 
 Bring Biddy, an' all uv the brats ! 
 Giv' yer lan'lord a taste uv shillalah — 
 
 Turn over yer hovel to rats ! 
 
NEBRASKA LEGENDS. 127 
 
 Bring Biddy, the jewil — och, bliss her !— 
 
 riir ize like a diamon' shine ; 
 Her breath is as swate as a posy, 
 
 Her lips is as lushus as wine. 
 
LONGING. 
 
 The leaf is yellowing on the tree, 
 
 The grass is fading at my feet ; 
 The sad wind murmurs from the sea 
 Of things that nevermore shall be, 
 
 And cold and slow the wavelets beat. 
 
 Far off against the sullen cloud 
 
 A misty sail a moment stands, 
 Like a pale ghost that in its shroud 
 One glimpse of mortals is allowed. 
 
 And then must flit to shadowy lands. 
 
 Oh, sail far-bound across the sea. 
 
 Would that my fate were linked with thine 
 That brighter skies these eyes might see, 
 And bloom-clad shores, where misery 
 
 Leaves not on heart or brow a line ! 
 
130 NEBRASKA LEGENDS. 
 
 That I might clasp the pallid hands 
 
 Whose loving pressure thrills me yet ; 
 Might stand beside her where she stands, 
 And wander with her through fair lands, 
 And all my solemn cares forget ! 
 
NEBRASKA, DEAR NE 
 BRASKA! 
 
 Nebraska, dear Nebraska ! 
 
 Thy hills are far away, 
 Thy bowery vales, where lingers 
 
 The long-enamored day. 
 But sweet the scented west-wind, 
 
 As flute-notes o'er the sea, 
 Eipples from yonder smiset, 
 
 And tells my heart of thee. 
 
 What though day's dying glories 
 
 Last crown the mountain lone, 
 And many a land has prospects 
 
 Far lovelier than thine own 1 
 I roam by mount and river, 
 
 I pass by lake and lea, 
 To note their mingled beauties. 
 
 Then homeward turn to thee. 
 
132 NEBKASKA LEGENDS. 
 
 And still the sea may thunder 
 
 Far-breaking on the shore, 
 And still the windy pine-woods 
 
 Send back responsive roar ; 
 And cool beneath the mountain 
 
 May lie the azure lake, 
 And down the rocky ledges 
 
 The silvery cataract break. 
 
 Far dearer are thy meadows, 
 
 Thy rounded grassy hills, 
 Thy sandy-bedded rivers, 
 
 Thy shallow, reedy rills. 
 For not a land is lyiug 
 
 Beneath the heaven's broad dome. 
 Can proffer such contentment 
 
 As fills the land of home. 
 
 Oh, there's a spot made holy. 
 Deep in thy sheltering breast — 
 
 A spot of calm seclusion 
 
 Where loved ones are at rest ; 
 
NEBRASKA LEGEXPS, 133 
 
 And there, when wanderings over. 
 
 And gone life's little day, 
 May I with them be lying, 
 
 And mingle clay with clay, 
 
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LOTHAIR. 
 
 WRITTEN IN MY COPY OF DISRAELl's LATE NOVEL. 
 
 [ THANK thee, Premier, in my deepest heart 
 
 For this profound and masterly Lothair ! 
 
 'Tis all as it should be, except that Clare 
 Arundel. Pity it seems with her to part 
 So sadly ; — she, the gem of all this art ! 
 
 For neither Theodora, Corisande, 
 
 Nor any other lady, sweet, or grand, 
 Brings so much beauty, passion, to Love's mart, 
 
 As she who wears the Jesuit's slimy coils, 
 And mars with sable weeds her beauteous youth. 
 
 Thus hath it often been. I've seen the toils 
 Of superstition bind some maiden's truth 
 
 On whom men looked desiring ; love used foils 
 The best went by, moved to regretful ruth. 
 
MAGDALEN. 
 
 A BURNING, weary waste of years, 
 A torture of disease and fears, 
 And yet, alas ! not many tears : 
 
 The heart must feel ere eyes can fill. 
 As farther and fainter the strokes be 
 Of bells on ships that sail to sea, 
 So humbled conscience spoke to me 
 
 With lessening voice, and then was still. 
 
 Ah, I have known fierce greed and hate. 
 And pride cold, but importunate, 
 And lust that never would abate. 
 
 But glowed through pain a fire of hell ; 
 All passions with a tooth to gnaw. 
 Crimes, too, that skulk at thought of law, 
 And leave the body a sapless straw, 
 
 A moving mummy, a soulless shell. 
 
138 NEBRASKA LEGENDS. 
 
 And yet no blood is on my hands ; 
 No pale ghost ever near me stands, 
 With eyes that burn like fiery brands, 
 
 My fitful slumbers to affright. 
 What I have done — well, I have done ; 
 But deadlier sentence might be won, 
 And redder currents might have run 
 
 Across these hands so thin and white. 
 
 For I have sometimes brooded much 
 On vengeance ; and have leaped to clutch 
 A dagger keen and cold to touch, 
 
 With will at point to give the blow. 
 But force unseen curbed headlong wrath ; 
 The viper slid across ray path, 
 Nor knew how close for fatal math 
 
 Death followed, vengeful of my woe. 
 
 God lets him live. God's ways are good, 
 Though not by me well understood. 
 Why prospers the man ? My orphanhood- 
 Why was it defenceless and defiled 1 
 
NEBRASKA LEGENDS. 139 
 
 I know I once was pure as snow, 
 My heart as light as winds that blow, 
 And cheek as tender as morning glow, 
 And eyes not fierce as now, but mild. 
 
 Then, earth seemed very clean and sweet ; 
 Where things made single moved to meet, 
 A sure perfection to complete, 
 
 And nights were short, and days were long. 
 A good man reared me as his own ; 
 B}'' his revered name I was known, 
 And ever around, like leaves, were strewn 
 
 Comfort and culture, books and song. . 
 
 Till life moved to a quicker strain ; 
 I loved, and seemed beloved again ; 
 But love grew thorny and full of pain. 
 
 And what was asked, alas ! was given. 
 It was not passion broke my heart ; 
 I thought to act a wifely part. 
 Nor ever dreamed my lover's art 
 
 Was the fishion of hell and not of heaven ; 
 
140 NEBRASKA LEGENDS. 
 
 'Till, ^Yhen our nuptial hour was set, 
 The groom came not. But guests were met, 
 And many spoke a cold regret, 
 
 And hoped to see me yet a bride. 
 But long ere dawn that cruel day 
 The man had fled — none knew what way ; 
 And T, a cast-off thing, must stay, 
 
 Nor find a shelter at his side. 
 
 Months rolled along, and with them came 
 A consciousness that burned like flame 
 Within my mind, I knew that shame 
 
 Must henceforth be my hapless lot. 
 I, too, took wings, and blindly fled : 
 Whither, I cared not. Let day shed . 
 No beam upon me. Count me dead ; 
 
 And be my name by all forgot. 
 
 My child — thank God ! — brief space did see : 
 I was so full of misery. 
 Small A^ital force in him could be. 
 He sleeps, a head-stone at his grave ; 
 
NEBRASKA LEGENDS. 141 
 
 Wages of shame procured that stone ; 
 And harlot-fingers there have grown 
 Sweet flowers, that summer-long have blown, 
 And willows that toss like a wandering wave. 
 
 Years now I've wandered far and wide, 
 Restless, and nowhere can abide ; * 
 And once, upon an eventide, 
 
 Far in the west the man I met. 
 His eye was musing, deep, and cold — 
 A moment held, then sidewise rolled. 
 I doubt if he knew me, I'm grown so old ; 
 
 But he seems young as ever yet. 
 
 I found his home w^hen darkness came — 
 A home well worthy of the name, 
 Since not for him, as me, was shame ; — 
 
 His sin concealing he passed for wise. 
 Tliere, through a shutter, streaming bright, 
 Flamed forth upon the moonless night 
 The peaceful glory of a light, 
 
 And set a picture to my eyes : 
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142 NEBRASKA LEGENDS. 
 
 A fond, young wife as sweetly fair 
 As any creature of the air ; 
 And, smiling, innocent of care — 
 
 Her sky of happiness unflecked ; — 
 Smiling on him who did me wrong, 
 As, with a gentle arm and strong, 
 He danced his hoy to merry song, 
 
 Nor my near presence did suspect. 
 
 The boy, he wore his father's face — 
 The same bold carriage, yet with grace. 
 That to his mother I could trace — 
 
 And how could I but hate that child ? 
 I thought upon a far-off grave — 
 A child that never pleasure gave — 
 A child no father sought to save — 
 
 On whom its mother never smiled. 
 
 And who was she who sat that night 
 Within the warm and lovely light, 
 In womanhood complete and white. 
 
 So happy with him I should have loved ? 
 
NEBRASKA LEGENDS. 143 
 
 Why stood I in the frosty gloom, 
 Foul as a creature of the tomb, 
 And saw another in the room 
 
 From whence, to this, I was removed ? 
 
 My guardian taught me. " God is just ; " 
 
 Believe it- 1 am sure I must, 
 
 Since things unknown we take on trust ;] 
 
 But justice sometimes lingers long. 
 I thought, for many days, to be 
 The avenger of my misery, 
 And give that man what he gave me— 
 
 The hell, to which we both belong. 
 
 But, as I hid from night to night. 
 
 Some spell my purpose seemed to blight ; 
 
 Some thought my weak heart would affright, 
 
 Till to red vengeance I grew loth. » 
 
 Let him enjoy what fate endears ; 
 Let no want blight his infants' years ; 
 His wife's sweet eyes be free of tears ; 
 
 Alone I suffer enough for both. 
 
144 NEBRASKA LEGENDS. 
 
 So, like a Avolf, I slipped away, 
 And they — are happy, I dare say ; 
 But I — I live as best I may, 
 
 And kill the time that moves too slow. 
 Sometimes I'm here, sometimes I'm there ; 
 But ever at a fight with care, 
 And ever striving to look fair ; 
 
 And life is short, I'm glad to know. 
 
 Eor no man looks with sympathy. 
 Or ever speaks true words to me : 
 Yet do I have much flattery 
 
 And looks that sometimes pass for love. 
 But sneers may follow the softest sigh ; 
 And, passion glutted, the melting eye- 
 Seeks other fiices as I go by, 
 
 Or studies the street, or roofs above. 
 
 So let it be. While sands may run, 
 I shall be outcast and undone — 
 The wife of many, not of one — 
 A thing few pity, and all blame. 
 
NEBRASKA LEGENDS. 145 
 
 Fair dames, I beg you, hurry fast ; 
 And, gentles, ah, as you go past, 
 Let virtuous, stony looks be cast 
 On her you fee for hours of shame ! 
 
 I'm so accustomed to all scorn, 
 Nothing can make me more forlorn. 
 Except it be that I adorn 
 
 A body daily growing old. 
 Oh, much I doubt, when beauty's gone, 
 And I am haggard, weak, and wan, 
 If fish may in my net be drawn — 
 
 If I may cope with want and cold. 
 
 Perchance, when time shall come to weep. 
 
 It may be best to go to sleep : 
 
 I know a stream that's swift and deep. 
 
 Not far away from a child's grave. 
 If there I perish, who will care 1 
 What face a saddened look will wear ? 
 The world has many like me to spare — 
 
 Too many for each a tear to crave. 
 
146 NEBRASKA LEGENDS. 
 
 I sometimes ^vish a virtuous soul, 
 With boundless lucre at control, 
 Might greatly want to see me whole. 
 
 Almost as once, ere days of shame : 
 Might give of means he cannot need, 
 And rear a home to house and feed 
 Us hardened wretches, and would plead 
 
 There with us in his Master's name. 
 
 But this is idle — painful, too. 
 
 He who seeks me will come to v/oo : 
 
 Inside the door you'll find his shoe, 
 
 When darkness veils the stealthy street. 
 Would he might come while yet 'tis day, 
 And bear this suffering frame away. 
 To moulder in the friendly clay ! 
 
 And what is future, let me meet. 
 
RELIGIOUS POEMS. 
 
ASPIRATION. 
 
 Oil, to be holy, as Jesus is holy ! 
 
 Oh, to be pure, as my Saviour is pure ! 
 Growing, through patience, more humble, more lowly ; 
 
 Learning, in meekness, to toil and endure ! 
 
 Patient, through trial, to love and to duty ; 
 
 Cheerfully bearing life's losses and pain ; 
 Looking above for fruition of beauty ; 
 
 Faithful in service before I would reign ! 
 
 Never to doubt, since my dear Lord before me 
 Trod the rough path over which I must go ; 
 
 Never to fear if the thunder boom o'er me, 
 Or if a gale from Gethsemane blow. 
 
 But as a city that shines o'er the valleys, 
 Beacon to pilgrims perplexed by the way, 
 
150 NEBRASKA LEGENDS. 
 
 True to my Leader wherever He rallies, 
 Of His full brightness reflecting some ray ; 
 
 Let me remain, till the Day of Thanksgiving 
 Dawn in the white of eternity drest ; 
 
 Uprightly, blamelessly, manfully living, 
 
 Then peacefully dying ; — with God be the rest. 
 
 1865. 
 
SAD HEART, SOW IN TEARS. 
 
 Sad heart, sow in tears : 
 
 Gain not to keep ! 
 God tills by heart-aches 
 
 Many and deep. 
 Trust and believe Him ; 
 
 Soon you shall reap. 
 
 Into the furrow 
 
 Falls the bright grain ; 
 Clouds ga-ther over it, 
 
 Beats the wild rain. 
 When comes the harvest, 
 
 Great is the gain. 
 
 Sad heart, sow in tears 
 Gain not to keep ! 
 
152 NEBRASKA LEGENDS. 
 
 Fierce if the trial, 
 
 S\Yeet is the sleep. 
 Rest for the weary — 
 Ah, it is deep. 
 
IT MATTERS NOT. 
 
 It matters not — it matters not 
 
 How little anxious toil can give, 
 Or how obscure the unyielding lot 
 
 Through which we move and live. 
 If hearts grow gentle, pure, and wise, 
 Deriving from above supplies 
 To guide the will and energies, 
 
 What else may be — it matters not. 
 
 It matters not — it matters not 
 
 If friends be false or friends be true, 
 Or what the world may wish or wot," 
 
 Or if it give our due. 
 Each soul within itself contains 
 A separate destiny, whose gains 
 Are some of peace, but more of pains 
 So let all be — it matters not. 
 
154 NEBRASKA LEGEXDS. 
 
 It matters not — it matters not 
 
 If times wax worse as they advance ; 
 
 If fiercer grows the war of thought, 
 And lewder song and dance. 
 
 Reforms reach but the single mind ; 
 
 No law of right the mass can bind ; 
 
 A jewel here and there we find : 
 What others are — it matters not. 
 
 It matters not — it matters not 
 
 If measured sands are wasting fast ; 
 
 If soon must come a day unsought — 
 Tliat day, for us, the last. 
 
 Since all that moves desire or pride 
 
 Into oblivion must subside ; 
 
 Eternity, quick open wide — 
 
 And time's poor dream — it matters not. 
 
CHRISTMAS EVE-1869. 
 
 Come, sing the angels' song to-night ! 
 
 That song forever sweet, as when 
 First broke from out the starry height 
 
 " Glory to God, good-will to men." 
 x\nd sing as love prolongs the strain 
 
 The Mother mild, the wondrous birth 
 Of Him who plucked the thorn from pain, 
 
 And left His peace with sinful earth. 
 
 Long past His sufferings and toil — 
 
 The bloody death, the gloomy grave — 
 The homeward triumph from the spoil 
 
 Of foes too fierce for men to brave. 
 He sits, to-night, the King of Kings, 
 
 Enthroned above the throngs of light, 
 Who hide their faces with their wings, 
 
 And chant His glory, grace, and might. 
 
156 NEBRASKA LEGENDS. 
 
 The ages draw their Imgering length — 
 • Their flying change of sun and shade ; 
 
 And hate moves nations by its strength, 
 
 And weakness is of power afraid. 
 Yet not reversed our God's decree 
 
 Foreshadowed in the angels' song, 
 That peace upon the earth shall be, 
 
 Good-will henceforth with men belong. 
 
 In humble hearts, — no matter where, 
 Nor what the fortune of their days, — 
 
 Hearts self-repressed in patient prayer, — 
 Hearts all unworldly made by praise, — 
 
 Are depths of blessing purely fed 
 
 By hidden force of changeless love. 
 
 That make the life by mortals led 
 < 
 
 Content as angel-life above. 
 
 E'en let it be that we must shed 
 Sometimes the agonizing tear ; 
 
 That past low mounds our feet are led. 
 And we could wish the dead were here ! 
 
NEBRASKA LEGENDS. 157 
 
 Let ^Yars prevail, and scandal rave ; 
 
 Let there be poverty and loss ; 
 But circumstance can not enslave, 
 
 Nor peace be ruined by a cross. 
 
 The outward struggle, inward strife, 
 
 Are meant for high development ; 
 We know what hand directs our life — 
 
 The purpose of each incident. 
 And, knowing all, we murmur not, 
 
 But bless the changeless, sure good-will 
 That portions to each separate lot ] 
 
 What best each separate vice may kill. 
 
 That pledges safety, but not ease ; 
 
 Works by attrition, not by rust ; 
 And brings us on, by slow degrees, 
 
 To perfect rest and higher trust. 
 We know the hand, we bless the will ; 
 
 Come shade or shine, come tear or smile, 
 x\ll things work good, and none bring ill, 
 
 For love is near us all the while ! 
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158 NEBRASKA LEGENDS. 
 
 So sing we, then, this festal night. 
 
 The praise of Him "who once for men 
 Assumed the burden and the blight, 
 
 To give us Eden back again. 
 And this our carol should express — 
 
 With this begin and with it cease — 
 He took our flesh our lives to bless ; 
 
 He bears our load, He gives us peace. 
 
# 
 
 RELIGIOUS DIVISIONS 
 
 " Op old things, all are over-old ; 
 
 Of good things, none are good enough ; — 
 
 "We'll show that we can help to frame 
 
 -A world of other stuff." 
 
 "Wordsworth. 
 
 I. 
 
 What might be done for earth, could man 
 Irreverent notions put away, 
 And feel he lives but to obey — 
 
 To forward Heaven's well-ordered plan ! 
 
 What souls might be reclaimed and saved ! 
 What mental darkness, moral blight, 
 Would be transfigured in the light 
 
 That shuns a heart by self depraved ! 
 
 Our Lord is torn by wrangling sects — 
 His Body mangled as of old ; * 
 
 * " The Church, which is His Body."— St. Paul. 
 
160 NEBEASKA LEGENDS. 
 
 Each sect is narrow, pinched, and cold, 
 And none its wicked part suspects. 
 
 For each vaunts " progress," and asserts 
 Its large improvement on the past ; 
 As if the hest were always last, j 
 
 And time-worn things have least deserts. 
 
 As if what Christ himself contrived 
 Might be amended, or improved. 
 Or from its settled function moved, 
 
 And into countless Hydras rived. 
 
 And feeling is put forth for right ; 
 
 Authority provokes a sneer ; 
 
 The times reject an overseer, 
 Even if he have true heavenly might. • 
 
 " Down with a hero ! " is the call : 
 
 " Down with the priest, and them that rule ! 
 
 The formless mob shall be the school 
 Prom whence we shape our dogmas all ! " 
 
 Thus the imperfect is a power 
 
 That strives to mold what Christ began ; 
 
NEBRASKA LEGENDS. 161 
 
 And creeds are made to fit each nian, 
 And fall an endless, dismal shower. 
 
 Dark, hungry souls that wait for truth 
 While parties wrangle and deceive, 
 Know not, alas ! what to believe, 
 
 And perish without hope or ruth. 
 
 But this is safe for me, I know : 
 
 To cleave to forms and doctrines old — 
 To grasp them with a firmer hold ; 
 
 For change is doubt, and doubt is woe. 
 
 II. 
 
 Thus wrote I but the other day, 
 And yet it was four years ago : 
 Time passes like the winds that blow — 
 
 So swift, so swift it hies away. 
 
 And with it passes hopes and fears — 
 
 Opinions pass, or suffer change ; 
 
 The soul attains a wider range. 
 And grows more tolerant with the years. 
 
162 NEBRASICA LEGENDS. 
 
 For, after all, man is but man ; 
 
 His views are blindness at the best : 
 Not here are certainty and rest, 
 
 But truth has many sides, to scan. 
 
 The bird of passage, spring by spring, 
 Comes back to the familiar nest ; 
 For other home it makes no quest, 
 
 But there contented folds its wing. 
 
 And we, amid ancestral creeds 
 
 Scarce questioned, mostly take a place, 
 Presuming on God's equal grace. 
 
 And blind to many a truth that pleads 
 
 For our acceptance. 'Tis not well ! 
 But better far by something hold, 
 Than filled with doubt and questions bold. 
 
 That savor of the deepest hell. 
 
 For One who yet shall come is Judge, . 
 
 And knows of purpose, strength, and will ; 
 
 He shall the faithful hope fulfil. 
 And His bestowals none shall grudge. 
 
NEBRASKA LEGEN"DS. 163 
 
 And He shall gather in His hands 
 
 Time's tangled threads that crosswise run, 
 And of His people make hut one, 
 
 To serve Him in His heavenly lands. 
 
 III. . 
 
 Ahove all names One Name is set ; 
 
 The Crucified is King alone ; 
 
 The great archangels at His throne 
 With humble reverence oft are met. 
 
 His lightest wish is their command ; 
 
 They speed like lightning at His word ; 
 
 By selfish preference undeterred, 
 Their movements all go hand in hand ; 
 
 And heaven is thus a heaven indeed, 
 
 And all the worlds have certain peace ; 
 But truth and harmony would cease. 
 
 Might every angel frame his creed, 
 
 Building on preference, or law 
 
 Interpreted by his sole light — 
 
164 NEBRASKA LEGENDS. 
 
 Might each one do what seemed him right, 
 And individual. inference draw. 
 
 One rule, and only one, controls 
 
 The orbs that fill unmeasured space ; 
 And scientists like action trace 
 
 In natural things between the poles. 
 
 Man only would ignore fixed bounds, 
 Suiting his action to self-will — 
 Would tasks self-born with might fulfil, 
 
 And leave undone what God propounds. 
 
 IV. 
 
 Divisions are the seed of death ; 
 
 They change to comets peaceful stars, 
 And desolate with hateful wars 
 
 All lands where sons of men draw breath. 
 
 God's kingdom is a bond of peace. 
 And he who on its spirit feeds, 
 Will leave untouched its simple creeds, 
 
 That faith and reverence may increase ; 
 
NEBRASKA LEGENDS. 165 
 
 That brotherhood be not a name, 
 
 But substance felt in every heart ; 
 
 Since good men held by faith apart 
 Are ready soon with words of blame 
 
 And enginery of hate and blood. 
 
 The principle of discord lies 
 
 In what disorders and defies 
 The visible unity of the good. 
 
 Christ left His laws to loyal souls ; 
 
 He left His kingdom for their home ; 
 
 He built nor sect, nor papal Rome, 
 Nor gave His people separate goals ; 
 
 But bade them harmonize, and strive 
 In one sole house of charity. 
 One kingdom of the bound but free — 
 
 Dead to themselves, to Him alive. 
 
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 Neutralizing agent: Magnesium Oxide 
 Treatment Date: Sept. 2009 
 
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