The Wyandot pioneer. (Upper Sandusky, Ohio) 1853-1868, 1857-10-29
Il 4 FFhe life blood chills to hear
,Thatyell, which oft in midnighcs gloom
HAS heralded to certain doom sq ..t,

Lea Inc sleeping pioneer. H.,
And mingled with those yells there cam
y The crash Of arms, and smoke and flam,
t'Whiie yet unseen the Indians lay &da
Fighting secure, ann kept at bayAts ra
|. |usa d The, hammered host, that quailed
But far one moment, only one,
And shelter Of the isle was won!
Now ragged most fierce the bloody fight
. FFrom that time on ,tilldead ofnight, a,
i stlsA leaden tempest hailed; a4 tteg
!, Alike on friend and foe it fell, ,e,9 j, 50,
4, For Crawford AID his men fought well,
Although they fought in vain;
I While here and there in deathAwere seen
~ ss~yf4ks saY .abA ggpEsr.en
/ Whose blood dyed red, the wild-gras
n Huge heaps Of bis own slain. Fl. 81.
But yet mid cleaning knives aud spear
Each soldier still his comrade cheers
When answring back their battle cry,
The Indians sweptin masses by, sss'ss
As: yet nnhurt from toll OF wound, 9.au
Led on by Pipes and Wingenund, ,..
! he, fearful fray give DER.
Waiting till Tight ofmorn shall break
O'er darkened fen, and stagnant lake
Gave Crawford and his men the night,
10 ponder o'or the fatalfgLt, l.5, -,,,.
a. That presses on them sore;
For balmy Sleep comes not to those,
Who watch the wiles of savage foes,
Or sleep they, and that sleep ne 'er wakes
It'll broken by the trump that breaks
.s Deaths sleep loreyermore .s.,-
The night passed on--yet no sound broke
Nights silence round that mighty oak,
t'j77 a. "t.i'R 'o'@fsel i1 [astray,
Wher re Crawford watched, his thougts
Boooding Ger loved ones far away,
Who wait bis, coming who no more,
Shall meet him by Y Youghagany's shoro-
Save'now and then stifed moan 3,3i
Ofanguish, OR smothered groan, M
Ofsome one writing in the pain .ss
Of mortal wound-,who ne'er again
Shall see the sunlight more adorn
The lill tops on the coming morn.
The morning dawned!-Yet once again,
Gathered the Redmen on the plain, sx
Gathering thickly, here and there.
Tb ir war whoop h ieked along the air;
And closing round that island wood,
fhe Wyandot and Shawnee stood,
While near at hand that morn, how fair!
Stood many painted Delaware, ias q
All, eager for the fray!
But short the conflct-wearied out,
.C4#} i1A9 -&l5&fi sa4f TStout
Then bodies weak, though hearts were
~ The white men soon gave way;
When Williamson and Crawford then
To cheer their panic stricken men,
Like heroes strove--but al in vain, f'
Their soldiers to the open plain, t" na
In wild dismay with broken ranks, 1a
Foes following on their rear and fanks,
f'7~ From Battle Isle had fed. oi~
N7rs i%2:Aa aia 80 ia slro jas 5u{l
Our tale is told! But few, alasl ha'g
DID blue Muskingum's wave repass, si
Of that forlorn, Inflated band p19's has
Beleaguerdfin d savage land!a3 sai
But far from home, no kindred nigh D
Doomed, by most horfid daath to die
Burnt at the stake, or undergo 77t
Slow tortures from aiuthless foe,
Soon one by one, all, allwere slain
Breathed their%last sigh upon the plain,
Where old Tymochtee, ,s'murm ring surge
Chanted for them funeral dirge! x
'1aH1sa a5T igo----1---f 4sG .ssf.GeE
Long years have passed, and many q
morn and eye,.
Times changes on the face Of nature,
weave. -
Whele tncc the wigwam Of the savage
stood,
Or where unseen ii painless solitude,
Roamed the wild deer and beast of prey
alone,
By marshy fen, by reeds and grass DER
:, grown
All these have passed away and in their
- place 7 ''' 't' "'''"
Are dwellings, Of nobler. better race. !
Where once the, indian village decked the
plain, " . - - '"@ ie
Bright summer shows her fields of waiv
| ing grain, ~ p"
Which in the spring and early summer
q" 81 Ebloon, -sFEi76 -iHcfa HFflfEf fatt |
Blossom alike Ger white and red mans
tomb" " 9" i,I'i" - l.
70 thee, thou Battle Isle, changes bu'
few have come, 'sea4a s,sis
Since erstthe Wysndot, thy shade lis
*sss home 'ot4 " S'dG1il o3 yoA'ai
Had made. Now waive thy oaks as green
ssaatN Adj tr,1,or 81 talsI Ets1 ra El..fz l.
hon shelteredst in their need brave
.''sa Crawford and his mena fafalft
'hough near an hundred years havefled, :
'hy shade still reaches Ger the slumher-
Z" I. |, ing dead, y rec s'As : . -. +
'hatsleep in one huge grave.' by mid ,
s.''P highs ffes ''''''" taS 8ssa I''"
lug, for our murdered Anglo Saxon
sires. pf-"t t's - $3.50 afF" /.
Iod rest theml May their children ever :