New Ulm review., 1913-08-20
"In the Land of Minnesota"

In the land of Minnesota,
In the land of Laughing Waters
In the home of Hiawatha,
Northern Home of sturdy Yeomen.
Far across the boundless prairies.
Comes the sound of woe and anguish,
Sounds the strife and bloody battle,
Ffends incarnate massacrng
Devils red with face distorted,
With the lust of death and torture
Striking man and wife and children.
All alike to them the pleading
OF the women and the babies;
Lost to their Internal nature
All appeal to friend and manhood.
Staying killing, rapine. murder,
Vengeance on the pale face brother.
Who has dared to place his wigwam
On the beauteous grass grown prairies
OF the plains, which he held sacred
To the wild beasts and red Indian,
To the red sons of the Wild West.
To The Sioux and Winnebago:
Little Crow, the chief of warriors,
And the squaws and the papooses
Who We're taught from early childhood
TO despse, and hate the paleface,
Who invaded their possessions.
Now the flower of Northern Manhood
Has gone south to fight the battles
OF has country and the absence
OF the sons of Minnesota
Who are in the very forefront
OF the struggle for existence
OF the land, our own beloved
Land OF Liberty and Freedom.
Here's the chance for these red fiends
TO strike while. most the men are absen;
The remaining few We'll finish,
Tomahawk and knife and rifle
Soon will clear the land of paleface
And restore it to the red man..
Opportunity is with us,
Strike and kill and slay and torture,
And success will crown our efforts.
Nestled close onto the river
Young and growing, bright ambitious,
Find New Ulm one August morning
In the sunshine ana the glitter
OF the Minnesota climate.
But ilO busy mart of commerce
Not the usual buzz and hustle
OF the harvester and reaper
Gathering in the bounteous plenty
Nature gave the toiling farmer
.Sut Instead the savage warwhOop
Fsom the gaudy painted visage
OF the red man of the prairies.
Answered by the groan of victims
BY the Shrek of tortured women
And the wall OF dying babies.
Some who scarce escaped the vengeance
OF these fiends incarnate rallied
AS the temporary refuge
{iuddled. terror stricken, quaking.
In this little town enclosure
Wait these. who by dint of effort
Knowing not what fate may hover
Ger them-shOrt reprieve have gotten.
But the tldngs of disaster
; Has been spread across the valleys
'Ctuse; the hills the lake. the lowlands,
Now are Fastening to the rescue.
From the farms the towns the hamlets,
Speeding, spurred by human pity
Stopped is harvest-ceased the clatter
OF the harvester and reaper.
NaughI are crops when human beings
by the score are swiftly gathered
BY the grim relentless reaper
In the form of redskinned devils.
Who are gloating Ger their victims.
From the four points of the compass
Gather these determined helpers.
At New Ulm they all concentrate
Here the battle must be ragged.
Here the issue be determined
Quick all willing hands get busy
Fortify the fateful City.
Filled with human lives so precious,
Anything to stop a bullet
File III wagons, SleighS and lumber
Logs and furniture and iron.
Time is short. the yelling savage
Even now is seen approaching
And the burning barns and houses
Show as they are coming nearer,
Devasta alton and destruction
Follow wheresOe'r they gather.
Now the dusky hordes appearing
Swarm like locuStS Ger the prairleS
With bloodthirSty yell and charging
On the small devoted number
Who are waiting at the hreastworks
Grim, determined. never waVer.
Die or conquer is the issue
Quarter neither asked nor given.
Coming on in endless numbers
Confident Of easy victory.
To this holocaust of murder.
Now a sheet of flame is bursting
From the palisades and breastworks
and the fight is on in earnest:
Savages eXultant cheering.
Palefaces outnumbered greatly
But they're tighing for their tresides
And the loved ones in the village.
Back and forth the battle RACES
Rising sun and night appearing
:Still the same relentless foemen:
Still another day of battle
And another night of watching
ON and on the fight is going
Morn again and still the fiends
Pouring in their deadly missiles
From the near commanding hillside.
Now provisions are declining
Ammunition getting precious:
Bullets find their mark more freely.
Dead and wounded are increasing
More eTultant grows the foeman
When another night is setting
Der the now Respondent City.
On the morrow hangs the issue
Long before the day is over
Ball and powderll be exhausted,
Then a last and final struggle
Then the scalping knife and hatchet
Then the closing of the chapter
OF New Ulm and all its horrors,
That's the prospect that is pending
AS once more the sun is setting.
Gloom despair pervades the village
AS once more the night encircles
All around in awful silence.
AS the early dawn of morning
Once more streaks the East in Glory,
Anxious eyes are keenly looking
For the foe, and still more fighting.
Not an Indian in the vision.
Not a foe within the circle
Sweeping the horizon over
Is this prSt a trick of cunning,
Just to lure us from our stronghold
The more easy to destroy us
And TO get US in their clutches!