Shepherdstown register. [volume] (Shepherdstown, Va. [W. Va.]) 1849-1955, 1869-07-17
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WINONA.
By MILFORD.

List, sing of Forest Maiden;
Over rivers, over prarles,
Over hilltops and DER mountains;
On toward the setting sun;
Lived and roamed an Indian maiden,
And Winona was her name.
She was fair, the "Forest Flower"
And she sported thro' the woodland,
Over hills and thro' the yallies,
BY the cascades ofthe waters;
Step as light as any fairy's;
Like Gazelle she sprang the chasm,
Gathered flowers in the vallies;
Free and happy was Winona,
Daughter Of the Chief Nusumsett
Often roamed with fair NiHoua
Thro' the forest; brave Wamsutta.
Oft the war trail had he followed,
And the trophies of his proves,
Many hung within his wigwam,
Scalplocks of the Indian foemen,
Taken on the field of battle,
Battles fought by brave Wamsutia,
Battles fought and bravely won.
And Wamsuita loved Winona,
Wooed and won the Indian maiden,
As often maid was won before;
And she loved the brave Wamsuita,
Loved as oft has loved the maiden,
Loved him we'll but not so wisely,
For she doubted brave Wamsutla.
Yes, she doubted that he loved her,
Loved her as she fain would have him,
And TO test the braves love for her,
Bade him kill his friend Hawanlha,
Bring the scalp-lock 10 Wimona,
Bring it as a pledge of constance,
Bring it as pledge of love.
Then Wamsutta's heart was weary,
And his bosom then was troubled,
That he was bid by fair Winona,
Seek the life blood Of Hawantha,
Seek the life blood of his friend.
"Nay Wmona, DO not ask me,
Seek the life blood Of llawantha
| will weary over mountain,
Over hilltop, over valley,
Over praires and thTo' forests,
Meet The fuemen of my tribe
On the trail Ill travel onward,
Braying death and every danger,
Bring YOU scap-locks without number,
Telling that love Winona,
Truly love the fair Winona."
But the maiden babe Wamsutta,
Bring the scalp-lock Of Hawantha,
Ere she'd promise, truly promise,
That she'd be Wamsutta's bride.
Sadly went the brave Wamsutta,
To the wigwam of Hawantha,
To the wigwam Of his friend;
Bade him roam into the forest,
Till beneath the trees dark shadow,
Paused Wamsutta and Hawantha.
Twas here they toiled and battled;
And the sun was fast descending,
Marked his shadows on the mountain,
Marked the quiet hour Of even,
Marked the fall of brave Uawantha!
Bosom friend OF brave Wamsutta,
Passed on to the spirit land
Forth in sorrow went WamSulta,
To the wigwam Of Winona,
With the seal plock of Hawantha,
Laid it at Wiuona's feet.
And ere passed 4 two moons waning,
Brave Wamsutta hailed the maiden;
Hailed the cruel fair Winona,
As his bcauteous forest bride,
Happy, happy was Winona,
AS the bride Of brave WamsutLl;
And at eve they often wandered,
Thro' the shades and on the waters,
Meath the star light and the moon.
But the spirit Of uawantha,
or the generous, brave llawantha,
Troubled the bosom of Wamsu!ta,
Came and sat within his wigwam,
Roamed the forest with Wamsutia;
Yes he haunted, always haunted,
Till the bright eyes Of Wamsutta,
Dimmed and lost their wonted lustre,
And his manly step grew intrm,
And his noble brow grew wan.
As their wont at dusky even,
OFT they wandered on the mountain,
Wandered where the angry waters
Dashed DER rocks, and thfo' the cavern
Far below where dark rocks beetling,
lowered upward from the chasm,
Stood Winona and Wamsutta,
Listening to the waters surglng,
Far adowu the deep dark Chasm.
"See Winuna !" cried Wamsutta,
"Sec my bride, there stands Hawantha
And ne bids us onward, onward
Bids US TO the spirit land
Come my bride let's join Hawantha,
On the happy hunting ground"
10 his breast he clasped WInona,
ClasPed his fair and frightened bride.
81 am coming, yes IIawanlha
To the happy hunting grounds -
And he sprang ndown the chasm,
Down into the darkling waters
And thus passed the brave Wamsutta
And his bride the fair Winona,
To the happy spirit land.
And the waters rs they murmer,
Flowing onward, ever onward,
Seem to murmer, always murmer,
the troubled brave Wamsutta,
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