The Indiana State sentinel. [volume] (Indianapolis) 1868-1895, 1891-06-03

Ger Its waters glide redmsn'
Silent as the falling dew.
With his squaw and young pspooses,
In his light, birch-bark canoe
Hist A sound breaks on the stillnes,
And the redmsn stops his oar,
Ills the eddying of the water
Through the willows on the shorei
Now he strikes again his paddle,
Deep into the wster clear,
But he hears again the ripple,
Sees boat approaching near.
Coming down the peaceful river,
Scarce ten-bOat lengths from him nov,
Is the boat that caused the ripple,
OF the water round its bow.
Frail this boat, though built BY redmsny
Light in weight. and sharp OF prov,
eteered by one q slender maiden,
She the only inmate nov.
Silent, like q spectre creeping,
Through the tangled brush and vine,
While her captors all lay sleeping,
che had gene and left no sign.
Long she's rowed adown the river,
In her captor's beet canoe,
She had left the bank at midnight
At the village called Peru.
Now we End her On the river,
Net by Crazy Wolf and his squsr,
And her throbbing heart beats faster.
AZ she hears his "U ghP'-though low
"How come psle-faceV on the water"
Came in broken accents hoarse,
From the Gray Wolf 10 Zebina.
Who held proudly on her course.
Knowing well that strength would fail her,
For she'd rowed for hours long.
And the redmAn's bark, though loaded,
Could Guido her strokes ere long.
Turned she 20 the Gray Wolf sadly.
And TO him her hand extends,
"Pm going to my people.
To the port they call Vincennes."
"Ughr" said Gray Wolf, now less harshlLs
Dagger Turks within your way.
Ny best wigwam now's in ashes,
And the foe comes fast this way.
Pale face squsw seems very weary,
She must rest some soon" said he;
''Pale face turn her boat, go this way,
Psle-faeed chiefs been friend TO me-"
Something in that tone, though savage.
Told her Gray Wolf honest was,
And she heard the savage war-~hoop
Eehoina Ger the river bars.
'Psle face squsw must follow Gray Wolf
II she'd shun the bad Feruss;
They are now upon the wsrpsth,
On the river in canoes"
Sadly now the psle-faced maiden
Turns her boat to follow him
Who had offered to befriend her.
Though sAe'd just escaped his kin.
'Gainst the stream they ply their paddles
Till they round another bend,
Then the chieftain stopped his labor
And the boats prov touched the sand.
Quickly now they moor their pirogues,
Spring they lightly TO the shore,
Quick theT go through woods and marshes,
Gain the hilltop browning Ger.
Far behind the war-whoop's ringing,
Family now on Gray VOLTS ear,
And the frail Zebina's sinking
Since fatigue's o'ercome her fear.
Haply, though, they've gained covert,
Where no savage foe may peer,
Gray Wolf turns-says TO Zebins,
"Pale-face squaw is safe; no fear"
Five long days within the covert
DWelt LeD1na with no tnouRnt
OF the tolls and many dangers
With which her rugged path was lrsught.
Played she with the young pspoose,,
Helped 20 dress and cook the meat
That the Gray Wolf brought Of evenings,
Spread her mat down by his feet
Gszed the red man on her fondly
And the savage look would melt
Into tender longing. pleading,
Showed the passion that he felt.
when the squaw OF Gray Wolf saw this.
BIacker grew the savage frown.
For she thought the psle-fsced maiden,
Had marked Gray Wolf for her own.
And Zebina never thinking
of the widening gulf between
Herself and the squaw of Gray Wolf.
Kept her way with thoughts serene.
Little did the chief suspicion
Vengeance brewing in his house,
From the mother Of his children.
Or he ae'er would left them lone.
Dresmsd he nothing of the hatred,
Burning in that savage breast,
For he knew the maid was helpless,
Was too weak 10 q the nest
All the hatred that by savage,
Can be cherished 'gsinst his foe,
AL malicious, jealous passion,
Planned within that savage squav:
Like some mad and wounded tgeress
Fighting for her helpless young.
sprang she At the pale-Iaeed maiden,
Threw her prone upon the ground.
s.iIed she then deadly weapon,
Hanging near her, By the tent,
Raised IL high above Zebina,
All her thoughts on murder bent;
Suddenly q pale-iaced stranger
Sent by whom the great God knew,
Quickly seized the Indian Ratchet
1t far away be quickly threw.
TenderIy he raised Zebina,
Hold he with his strong right arm,
Turned 10 squaw and fierce addressed her,
"You would bring this maid to harm,
Why; whom Gray Wolf would befriend hs
Would you slay this psle-fsced maidf
She would never harm or hurt you,
She with you would not have stsid."
But her Wild and savage nature,
DID disdsin 20 answer him.
And he knew that some less savage.
For the same had murdered kin.
Nov, away he bore Zebina,
To the southwark, through the wood,
And they Travelled on and onward,
Nearly famishins for food
Days aud days they Travelled Onward,
Till ct last zebins sank,
Down beneath tall old elm trss.
| That grew near the river bank
BRIGHT her eyes With fsver burning,
Il 49, - Al IA