The Abbeville press and banner. [volume] (Abbeville, S.C.) 1869-1924, 1904-07-13


Mime Of the laughing-water.
All your sisters Of the p~ale-face
Have gone dashing after follies,
Wsh Wah Taysees, flashing ire.fies,
Whist and Euchre, dress and follies,
All have led the pale face daughters
Led them from their pleasant wigwams
From the wigwams where they labored
With the wampun and the papoose,
Led them-far astray. they've led them
From contented, pleasant wigwams, -
There they knit and sewed and fashioned
Moccasins and wampum coverings
For the braves and for the bucks too.
Cop'ras pants with home-knit gallus,
Made them hats OF rush and wheat straw,
With their hands they fashioned carpets
Rugs and nice things for the wigwam
Beads and laces for the young squaws,
Labored long among the berries
Put up cans of jams and jeliies.
Cans OF sweetmeats for the brave-men.
When the fierce Kabibonokka
Issued from his lodge Of icebergs,
Breathed his breath upon the wigwams,
Covered them DER with the snow drifts,
Blankets warm these ps.e-face daughters
Wove TO serve their several households,
Busy were these pale face white aquaws
Ere the days OF innovations:
Now oh Nawadaha tell us,
Oh you prophet Of the Red man
Make your prophetic cauldron sizzle!
Make It speak Braves want an answer!
What evil geni have possessed them?
All our squaws what folly seized themf
Why they no more eat the dog meat
That the squaws OF auld lang sayne ate?
Tell us Nawadaha, tell US?
Now our souaws all leave their wigwams
Spend ten moons in making dresses,
Furbelows and frills and %founces,
Knots and ribbons bumps and bounces
Buy our squsws from haberdashers.
Fat they make the haberdashers
Trying to keep abreast Of fashions,
And the fashions change like magic
It's enough to make braves tragic.
Instead to-day Of bumps and bounces
Another moon brings tiops and founcea
Where, oh where, oh Nawadaha
Are the moccasins Of leather?
Moccasins of leather, good shoes,
Brass. tipped, strong, to suit the papoose,
Where are they oh Nawadaha?
Gone now, relegated upward,
In the attic, on the cuppord,
Beneath the wigwam-gone forever.
In It's place come finiky footlets
Patented tricks that stand for bootlets,
Flimsy, lamsy, fippity hops,
With little bottoms and less OF tops
These take the place OF the brass.tipped pair
The young papoose OF yore did wear.
The papoose now Is such a weakling,
Shut in doors to do its teething.
Stomach troubles, weak oh mammal
Drinking physic like the Nahmar
Like the sturgeon drinks In water!
Thus grows up the pale face papoose
| Whose to blame, oh Nawadaha?
Thus the squaw attends the functions
And the medicine man the papoose,
Functions something like the dog feast,
Instead OF dog they eat the orawfsh,
Crabs and CLAIMS aud cheese and crackers,
Snails, ~sea-liee, produce Of packers,
Stuffs in cans, not good like dog meat, r.
Not the good meat like braves OF old ate
When they smoked the hams Of hog meat
Iu the smoke house made TO cure meat.
To the horse shows 60 our young squaws,
To the whist and to the euchre,
Belted up like Voodoo Am'zons
With their faces filled with war paint
Filled with red and frey war paint.
No more do the braves wear war paint,
Only squaws now dare to use paint.
No more now 60 they TO cuttings,
No more to the old house ~raisings,
No more TO the old corn stockings ,
Where the braves and where the squows met,
Met to shuck and find the red ear,
Luck 1t was TO find the red ear '
When the red ear meant the "red eye"-
Meant the red eye-Fire Water.
Now our squaws all 70 to functions
Where they laugh and chat n chatter,
Laugh and chat. but largely chatter
Enters into all their functions.
No more they meet to sew al cuttings
To cook the chicken at corn stockings,
Quilts they buy Of haberdashers,
Corn-the braves 10 no more make 1t
And the squaws no more care for 1t,
All kinds OF breakfast foods replace 1t.
Breakfast foods are made of-um-er-
It's TINA TO stop oh Nawadaha.