The pilot and transcript. [volume] (Baltimore, Md.) 1840-1841, 1840-11-03
For the Pilot
For the Pilot
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| THIN L.xRgHEy2' OF INSf$gTyOysC:A
THE BIG DR mixer OF TIE 'yl1xalI
Saa' is DancaHg enonga, chief of the Loco
loeos, and the dreams of the Big Drinker ar.
dark ami glouzny--Eor Ohio has awakened
awake ned from her sIumbers--she hears nj
more, my talk against her Sachein-she hears
no mors, lor she believes it hot-she hears nc
more m ewar-whooP upon her hiIk--s.ie bound.
not up al the ring of my battle-erv amid hel
vaIleys-+hs sons Of her forests shout no, fol
Duncan snongal and the dwellers IN her wig
warns viii beled by him no more. Ohio sleeps
not again; in the Land of Dreams she walks
not; for she hath awakened awakened in
her strength, and like the angry King Snake,
she hath c5fed around my hopes, and her rat
ties are warning Koohrednik, the Cunning OK,
that he hath-ifod upon her.
No rainbow smile of promise is upon our
lower ing sky--no bright moonbeaIG Of hope
CLEAN through the night that's DER US, for the
Whig have danced the war-dance from Maine
20 Lou tisiana-theY have broken the peac e-pipe,
and DIT lg up again the hatchet-their arrows BY
the Il ousand are upon the war path against
us, le I on hy the Rolling Thunder, chief
who f ars not danger. Our arrows have fell
IN bat lie, andour braves have fled before them;
then Tho can resist this TiPpecanoe tornado,
or cha in in letters the Rolling Tbundst.
HAP 'pY was Duncangenonga in the days of
the . Id Here's when his prospects were as
bright as the beams of the morning, and his
hopes were as fair as the wanpum ofthe Storm
King in summers showers, when ne storm Of
peop' .e's wrath had whistled through the wild
eagle plumss of his war locks, or the,red light
ming of their anger dashed him in the dust.
'Tw as thens that Duncangenonga was the terror
of hi foes Like the rushings of thousand
rive IS, he went out to battle; his warriors out
nun lbered the leaves of the forests Like the
rush of many waters, they went ont against
the If enemies. But when the day Of strife was
over, jovial was he, as he looked upon,the ruan
battles, his hearts delight-whose contents are
sW eeter than the breath of the evening air. in
the montA ofhoWers-whos Sc guFgling melody
Is sweeteryto his ear than the mock birds song
10 summers E.asa'.t to my mind is the re-
membrane of those days as Trey float across
before tha Cantanowa god ofthe solth west
wind
But men arose, and told thepeeple truth
they tVldthem we tall1e0 with forked hongues-.
that we gave them the calamut.in ona hand and
held in the other the tomahawk and war pipe
that wa had dimmed the chain of EziendshiC-
that a singing bird had nestled on Our lips while
den Of seTpehts had coile1 around our hearts,
and they believed it, and made us run the
gauntlet. Where are nv warriors now?-wheTe,
are my Locofocos! HuRta they for office On
Il banks of the Potomac, or yell they The war
whoop on the field of battle. Tell me, oh
shade of jackson why did the Wing tribe fall
50 heavily upon US. Why were they sent
against us like lightning among the oaks' An
oath comes on the night breeze-'tis old EAcll-
lory swearing-he rests upon the clouds Of his
fallen greatness, AID shouts by the eternal
vengeanc in vain--for Koohrednik is. sad as
he thinks on defeak-and the ofHce-k o!ders la
ment over their greatness, and the papooses of
poor Amos are frightened into fits at tie crack
ing peals of the Boiling Thunder,
Why fingers, the Big Drinker Ola the banks
of the Miami since my bow is broken, and
my quivers empty-since his eye Is dark, and
his spirits gloomy.
TIL n win Duncangenonga take another drink
of brandy e'er he departs for the happy hunting
f grounds of the Locos, beyoRd tho Salt Rirs.,
$ where Wings come not. Ion.