The Corvallis gazette. [volume] (Corvallis, Or.) 1862-1899, 1893-02-17
A LEGEND OF THE WILLAMETTE II
Written by B. S. Martin, Corvallis, Oregon
Continued from last week.

IT'S Midinia the fair, the nations high pride,
The idol of all, Chief Comptow's young
bride.
The chicftan of Mons cold slaughter,
He the leader of those, while on one Of their
tips,
Slew Aiondan the Great, then. with deceit on
his lips,
In bling tones he besought her.
In tender, soft tones he spoke of the strife,
OF the WOO ard of death; ofthe tortures OF
life
That were fast shading the land.
Long has the Calipooia's and Umpqua's,
strong heart
Felt the hatchet's deep cash and the arrows
swift dart;
As dealt from an uncrring hand.
'But shall not this cease? By Him that's
above.
By al thy: Is dear, by the ties Of your love,
| pledge, this shall happen no nlore.
its place,
Smiles, pure as the morn, shall then beam
from each face;
As they tread along the shore"
But ah, scarce had tho moon, which rose on
that night,
Serene in her course, in full robe of light
Had her being yet changed for the new.
When Compton,, the chief OF the Umpqua's
strong clan,
Called forth the fierce heart from high noun
tain to strand;
Then to Rogue River valley he flew.
With untiring nerves he has moved their
low minds,
To follow his steps in his fieEdish designs,
The Calipooia nation destroy.
His mum bers are strong and us swift as the
deer,
With keen piercing eyes and undaunted by
fear;
Each does well in his employ.
so rise from thy. couch, at the dawning Of
light,
Speed swift on thy way, let them know ofthe
fight,
The danger DER hanging the blithcsome.
Yes tell them OF him, who they thought to
be good,
How long he has planned the dark spiliing of
blood;
The blood OF innocent victims.
Go fight for their homes and Midinia the fair,
Lead forth their strong host, that dark de-
mon to dare,
Then success will crown their endeavor.
And as a reward for the good you have done,
Take her whose bright eyes oft out sparkles
| the Sun,
| Take and love her forever.
| But if they deny thy petition to grant,
| And scorn at thy words as though spoke by
atramp,
List for I'm he Spirit that's speaking,
Destruction shall fall OH all men of the tribe,
| On children and youth, ON the old aud the
bride,
Low shall the land bend weeping"
The stranger ceased, all was silent,
Not zephyr stirred tho lea,
| Nor the bird his notes of sweetness,
Sang within his native tree.
Hearts that late beat high with pleasure
Sank within their human form;
Icy fetters coied around them,
More than mondays sun could warm.
Calm as nights mysterious reigning
On some distant moonlit shore;
Dark as woes most gloomy shadow,
Live and moYe, but do no more.
Silent till the ancient father
Broke with accents the wild spell,
Words that many years thereafter
Parents would their children tell.
Stranger, Calipooia listened
While your solemn message spoke;
But its fall SO mighty heavy
Has his heart Of iron broke.
But while flows the Mighty River
Onward to its mother sea,
Warriors must defend their living,
Until death they must be free.
Therefore stranger, take Midin o,
Take her to your native land,
Love and cherish and protect her
Till you pass beyond the strand.
But e'er you divide forever,
Child from round its parent stem;
Help to save from darkest ruin
| Those who live and die like men,
Fast they gather from the valley,
And war whoops ring loud and clear,
Calling forth all men for action,
Some with bow and some with spear.
Close they gather round their chieftain,
Whose thin form is bent with age.
Restless they to meet the foemen,
Like beast within a cage.
/. In the midst stands Masidarias,
With calm brow awaits the pray,
Like the hawk that's long been waiting,
Swoops at last upon its prey.
Sec who comes? tits Umpqua's warrior,
) Comes to meet Midinia true,
Tells her how he longed to see her,
Fer while Shasta came to view.
r. Hark! the Calipooia raving,
R. See, they come, like wild blast;
Ct Ct Deaths red blade in hands Of demons,
al Paint with blood the velvet grass.
" I, Low has fallen Umpqua's warrior,
Pierced by Masidarias' spear;
ipya H.. Il.