. Birds of lakeside and prairie . , an encouraging word to the horses, and with agreat lurch the cutter was free. Pokagon was old but hehad a deal of strength left in his arms, legs and body, and atalk with him showed likewise that no weakness had enteredinto his brain. I am tempted to forget momentarily that this is a book ofbirds and tell a little something of this visit to the firesideof the famous Pottawattomie chief. He told the patheticstory of his attempt to get from the United States what wasdue the remnant of his people under their treaty rights. Hetold of violated promises and of per
. Birds of lakeside and prairie . , an encouraging word to the horses, and with agreat lurch the cutter was free. Pokagon was old but hehad a deal of strength left in his arms, legs and body, and atalk with him showed likewise that no weakness had enteredinto his brain. I am tempted to forget momentarily that this is a book ofbirds and tell a little something of this visit to the firesideof the famous Pottawattomie chief. He told the patheticstory of his attempt to get from the United States what wasdue the remnant of his people under their treaty rights. Hetold of violated promises and of perfidy whose recital wouldhave better place in another Century of Dishonor than inthis little volume. It was Pokagons father who sold forthree cents an acre the land on which now stands the city ofChicago. On that winter day in Michigan, the chief said:They tell me that vast sums now are paid for a few feet ofwhat was then sold for a trifle by the square mile. I inheritedmy fathers rights and I algo inherited the care of my On the Trail of Pokagon 67 They are scattered all through the country now and are fewin numbers. The tribal relation is broken by their becomingcitizens of the United States. All this has weakened myefforts to do for them what might be done. There is muchmore money due from the white people and I shall try to getit. I may die before success comes; if I do, my eldestson will take up what little there is left of my authority andthe much that there is left of my troubles. In his youth Pokagon hunted deer on the site of the hutin which he told his troubles that day. The old fellow knewNature like a book. I drew him out on the subject of birdsand mammals. When I spoke of my interest in birds andasked him if he knew them well he smiled a little and askedme if I had never read his writings on the birds. Then itwas that I felt uncomfortable in being forced to confess thatI had not had the pleasure. Pokagon then told me his legendof the robin, which I have sin
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