The call of the passing race, in verse and prose . Five moons went by, and only sawSome rabbits, birds, and deer. One day, to break this mountain law,Two squaws came wandering near. I sent an arrow, just to warn Them off to other my surprise, it was my Fawn, Led by her mothers hand. I steppd, then, from my cabin door. To greet as friends to his heart, and grieve no more, Was all her mother said. And then she turned, to go her , back to face her Chief. We begged in vain for her to stay—Her life would there be brief. Fawn said my parting arrow found Its way to other han
The call of the passing race, in verse and prose . Five moons went by, and only sawSome rabbits, birds, and deer. One day, to break this mountain law,Two squaws came wandering near. I sent an arrow, just to warn Them off to other my surprise, it was my Fawn, Led by her mothers hand. I steppd, then, from my cabin door. To greet as friends to his heart, and grieve no more, Was all her mother said. And then she turned, to go her , back to face her Chief. We begged in vain for her to stay—Her life would there be brief. Fawn said my parting arrow found Its way to other hands;Their Chief told them to leave the ground And go to other Then me they sought, to give the love That I thought had been day I prayed to God above For one that paid the cost. On our return, now hand in hand,With thoughts as they should be. We had to cross her peoples landTo get to our tepee. We halted at a new made grave All covered oer with thought it was a parted brave, For reasons, left alone. Then Fawn lookd down, but did not speak, At a basket made of saw a tear roll down her cheek— And then I understood.
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