The call of the passing race, in verse and prose . The coming of the first green leafTold him Spring had begun. ^Segwun was horn the first day of Spring, andwas named after the incident, as is their custom. - JK I^^^HHH ImS ^^?Bi ^^^^Hm H ^Bg^^^H ^^>/. -^ :a ^BBhSS^^^^^^^, V^kH^E V 4 ^^H^* Vj {?vcv^^ •«> J^HH P^^ M^^i^flH ^B^KT assar ^-.^^ MImI wm ^ ^ »> * J^%K^ ^^1 <H| fWtlBk * ?jJBlMMnilmW li B From reeds, a cradle soon was made,Still wet with morning dew, And there in it Segwun was laidTo swing when breezes blew. When old enough to legends then were told, And bo
The call of the passing race, in verse and prose . The coming of the first green leafTold him Spring had begun. ^Segwun was horn the first day of Spring, andwas named after the incident, as is their custom. - JK I^^^HHH ImS ^^?Bi ^^^^Hm H ^Bg^^^H ^^>/. -^ :a ^BBhSS^^^^^^^, V^kH^E V 4 ^^H^* Vj {?vcv^^ •«> J^HH P^^ M^^i^flH ^B^KT assar ^-.^^ MImI wm ^ ^ »> * J^%K^ ^^1 <H| fWtlBk * ?jJBlMMnilmW li B From reeds, a cradle soon was made,Still wet with morning dew, And there in it Segwun was laidTo swing when breezes blew. When old enough to legends then were told, And bout the far-off paleface landWhere all love land and gold. To the nearby land he had to roam the forest there. To try his nerve; so with his bowHe went, with courage rare. When this Young hunter went to slayThe first life he could find. There, in the sun, wild turkey death not in their mind. To get quite close, he held his breatli, Then shot an arrow fast;A bird then flapped its wings in death, The heart to beat its With bird, for home he would depart,To show that he was brave, And was not born, with womans heart,*To share a cowards grave. He lost his way to his tepee. And then began to weep,But soon laid down beneath a tree. With bird in hand, to sleep. When he awoke at early morn. The bird still in his hills he saw the crimson dawn That came from paleface land. In dread, he started then to run, And hid behind a did not know it was the Sun That lit up earths outline. *//;/ Indian ivilJi a womans heart is one who lackscourage.
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