{"1": {"fulltext": "", "height": "4016", "width": "2814", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0001.jp2"}, "2": {"fulltext": "LIBRARY OF CONGRESS.\\nQup. Copyright No\\n/?4Q\\nUNETED STATES OF AMERICA.", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0002.jp2"}, "3": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0003.jp2"}, "4": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0004.jp2"}, "5": {"fulltext": "Digitized by the Internet Archive\\nin 2011 with funding from\\nThe Library of Congress\\nhttp://www.archive.org/details/songofuriontahOOcumm", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0005.jp2"}, "6": {"fulltext": "DUSKY U-RI-ON-TAH.", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0006.jp2"}, "7": {"fulltext": "THE\\nSong of U-ri-on-tah;\\nSecret History of the Oom-paugh\\nand the Bee-ess.\\nURIAH CUMMINGS.\\nWITH ILLUSTRATIONS BY\\nL. E. BARTLETT.\\n1900.\\nPRINTED BY THE COURIER CO.,\\nBuffafh^N. Y.\\nt 1\\nft", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0007.jp2"}, "8": {"fulltext": "TWO COPIES RECEIVED\\nLibrary \u00c2\u00bbeg%\\nOffice of the\\nDEC 2\\nRegister of Copyrights,\\nCopyright, 1900, by\\nURIAH CUMMINGS\\nSECOND COPY,", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0008.jp2"}, "9": {"fulltext": "To the Immortals\\nof THE\\nO. O. T. T. AND THE Wa-KON-TEE-PEE\\nthis Souvenir is\\nAffectionately Inscribed.", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0009.jp2"}, "10": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0010.jp2"}, "11": {"fulltext": "PREFACE.\\nIn a subtle system of cosmogony and creative effort, in\\nwhich occurring divinities are recognized as having either per-\\nformed a part, or as having by antagonistic powers disturbed\\nthe work after it was completed, the whole universe (earth,\\nplanets and sky) is regarded indeed as animated, either in\\npart or symbolically.\\nEach class of creation is believed to have its represen-\\ntative deities, who have eyes and ears open to everything that\\nexists, transpires or is uttered. Viewed in this light, winds\\nhave voices, the leaves of the trees utter a language and\\neven the earth is animated by a host of spirits who have an\\ninfluence on the affairs of men. Hence many of their chants\\nand songs, accompanied with music, have allusions to this\\nwide and boundless theory of created matter.\\nIn short, it may be affirmed that the American Indians\\nbelieve that every element is a part of the creative God.\\nWhenever Indian sentiment is expressed, there is a tendency\\nto the pensive, the reminiscent. It may be questioned whether\\nhope is an ingredient of the Indian mind. All the tendency\\nof reflection is directed toward the past. He is a man of\\nreminiscences rather than anticipation. Intellectualization\\nhas seldom enough influence to prevail over the present, and\\nstill more rarely over the future.\\nThe consequence is that, whenever the Indian relaxes\\nhis sternness and insensibility to external objects, and softens\\ninto feeling and sentiment, the mind is surrounded by fears\\nof evil and despondency. To lament and not to hope, is its\\ncharacteristic feature. Schoolcraft.\\nAccepting this authoritative delineation of the\\nchief traits in the life and character of the Ameri-", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0011.jp2"}, "12": {"fulltext": "PREFA CE.\\ncan Indian, the reader will readily concede the\\nauthenticity of the scenes and incidents so meagerly\\nportrayed in the Song of U-ri-on-tah.\\nIn regard to the measure which has been adopted,\\nthe Dusky Chieftain does not feel it obligatory on\\nhim to offer apologies to the distinguished author of\\nthe Song of Hi-a-wa-tha, as the measure is dis-\\ntinctively Finnish in its character.\\nThe Kal-e-va-la, the epic poem chanted by the\\nnative bards of Finland, the meter of which was\\nadopted by Longfellow, and by him accredited to\\nthe Kal-e-va-la, dates so far back into the centuries\\nas to be lost in antiquity. Its history has been\\ntraced back three thousand years.\\nTherefore we do not anticipate that the Fin-\\nlanders will accuse us of plagiarism much less,\\nthen, should it be thought that we are poaching on\\nthe Longfellow preserves.\\nThe Dusky Chieftain desires to express his\\nappreciation of the sympathy which, on many\\noccasions, has been eloquently rendered by the\\nfour illustrious Chieftains who are so intimately\\nassociated with him in the Song of U-ri-on-tah.\\nWhile deeply conscious of his inability to clothe\\nthe various scenes and incidents with language at\\nall commensurate with their importance, the Dusky\\n4", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0012.jp2"}, "13": {"fulltext": "PRE FA CE.\\nChief feels assured that the Warriors will prize\\nmost highly the solid and enduring fact that, in so\\nfar as the historical portion of the Song is con-\\ncerned, truthfulness has at every point been vigor-\\nously maintained.\\nTherefore, whatever may be offered in criticism\\nof its literary merits, the fact that nothing has been\\noverdrawn will ever remain a well-spring of pleasure.\\nIn writing the music, the Dusky Chieftain simply\\nfollowed where the words of the Song led him.\\nThe music, then, is but the record of the sound and\\nmeaning of the words as the latter fell from his pen.\\nAnd in the days to come, should the Great\\nChiefs derive pleasure in singing these Songs when\\nseated around their Council-fires, they may know\\nthat they are drawing nigh to\\nThe Dusky U-ri-on-tah.\\nRUTHVEN, I9OO.", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0013.jp2"}, "14": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0014.jp2"}, "15": {"fulltext": "CONTENTS.\\nCHAPTER PAGE\\nI. Birth Youth Marriage, 9\\nII. Immortality, 55\\nIII. Story of the Tablet, no\\nIV. Song of the Mighty Tam-a-rack, 131\\nV. A Mission, 173\\nVI. The -Journey, 184\\nVII. Song of Mes-ses-sa-gen, 222\\nVIII. Song of Lock-ar-da-no-mah, 243\\nIX. A Stolen God, 274\\nX. Song of Car-ne-yah-quah, 288\\nXI. Song of Bold Pal-met-tah, 314\\nXII. The Battle, 334\\nXIII. Retrospection, 361\\nXIV. Song of the Cyclops, 3*74\\nXV. U-ri-on-tah s Farewell Address, 399\\nXVI. Song of Au-die -ne-ta, 408\\nAppendix 419", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0015.jp2"}, "16": {"fulltext": "FULL-PAGE ILLUSTRATIONS.\\nPAGE\\nDusky U-ri-on-tah, Frontispiece\\nRide Aloft on Topmost Breakers, 14\\nTake Me to Thy Heart, My Chieftain, 37\\nDusky U-ri-on-tah and Mighty Tam-a-rack in the She-\\nwolf Den in the Forest of Lochabar, 69\\nQuick the Air was Filled with Arrows, 75\\nDrag him Downward into Sheol, 86\\nAnd beside the Spring Enchanted, 120\\nMighty Tam-a-rack, 130\\nWhere the Hollow-Tree Trail Endeth, .144\\nWatched, and held their Breath while Watching, 157\\nWhere they Foam, and Dance, and Sparkle round the\\nFalls of Ap-pe-u-ne, 165\\nOne Last Look upon their Wigwam and they Start upon\\nthe Journey, 189\\nStand Aside, thou Crooked Monster, 204\\nAnd She Sank Beside Her Chieftain, 227\\nGreat Lock-ar-da-no-mah, 242\\nAnd go Laughing Down the Valley, 247\\nTill he Found his Heart was Yearning for his own\\nBeloved Brooklet, 261\\nCome not Nigh, thou Dusky Chieftain, 270\\nFiery Car-ne-yah-quah, 289\\nCar-ne-yah-quah at his Wigwam on the Blue Earth River, 295\\nDashing, Foaming Min-ne-o-pah, 301\\nThen Uprose the Mighty Red Cloud, 309\\nBold Pal-met-tah, 315\\nPal-met-tah Returning from the Chase, 321\\nYou Behold the Bold Pal-met-tah, 326\\nPal-met-tah Entertaining his Friends at his Wigwam\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nA Quiet Little Game, 331\\nThus the Battle Raged for Hours, 338\\nBorne Aloft by Unseen Spirits, 353\\nSprang the Bee-ess, Leaping Forward, 370\\nStanding Dumb Beside the River, 394\\nCloser Draw Around the Chieftain, 404\\nPrincess Au-die-ne-ta, 409", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0016.jp2"}, "17": {"fulltext": "THE SONG OF U-RI-ON-TAH.", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0017.jp2"}, "18": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0018.jp2"}, "19": {"fulltext": "The Song of U-ri-on-tah\\nCHAPTER I.\\nBIRTH YOUTH MARRIAGE.\\nDlMLY seen through mist and vapors,\\nDarkly outlined gainst the heavens,\\nRising sheer above the waters\\nWith the purple clouds about it,\\nStands an awe-inspiring mountain.\\nAt the foot of this grim giant,\\nPressing close upon the foot-hills,\\nLies a weird and mystic forest\\nAnd a sea of restless waters,\\nReaching far beyond the vision,\\nDances in among the ledges,\\nRound the lonely forest edges.\\nWhen the sun comes climbing upward,\\nUp from out the sea of waters,\\nThen the mountain and the forest\\nGlow and smile in gladsome pleasure.\\nGlint of sunshine through the branches\\nLighteth up the slumbering forest\\nSunlight on the rugged mountain,\\nSunlight sparkling on the waters,\\nSunlight bathing all the landscape\\nIn its wild, entrancing beauty.", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0019.jp2"}, "20": {"fulltext": "THE SONG OF U-RI-ON-TAH.\\n-irV,\\n?*fcs\\nIn the days when Nature bended\\nAll her efforts toward the building\\nOf the green earth and the waters,\\nIt was here she sat and rested,\\nThinking how to mold a feature\\nTo enhance its wondrous beauty.\\nLong she gazed upon the picture,\\nThen she rose, with hands uplifted,\\nAnd a sigh escaped her bosom,\\nFor she saw no imperfection\\nIn her work, and thus she left it,\\nTo return whenever weary.\\nIt was thus this scene of beauty\\nSoon became the home of Nature.\\nNow the wind comes gently murmuring,\\nThrough the deep, dark forest sighing;\\nWhite-caps dance upon the billows,\\nOn the broad Atlantic tossing,\\nAnd the surf is sadly moaning\\nNear the borders of the forest.\\nThen the wind grows strong and stronger,\\nWildly waving wondering woodland,\\nShrieking shrill through cragged canon,\\nRoaring loud upon the mountain.\\n.Clouds come crowding close, concealing\\nForks of lightning, half revealing\\nScenes of terror tree-tops reeling\\nStartle song-birds mute appealing,\\nAnd the wild beasts skulking, stealing\\nTo their caverns, crazed from feeling", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0020.jp2"}, "21": {"fulltext": "BIR TH\u00e2\u0080\u0094 YO UTH\u00e2\u0080\u0094MA RRIA GE.\\nTheir hot life-blood fast congealing.\\nOver all the scene appalling,\\nGiant trees are swaying, falling,\\nCrashing one upon another,\\nCalling loud for help from brother.\\nSee the mighty billows heaving,\\nMountain-top the black sky cleaving,\\nForest mourning its bereaving,\\nBending low, the blast receiving.\\nNow the foaming sea is toiling\\nThrough the forest, seething, boiling,\\nRolling inland toward the mountain,\\nAt its foot-hills moaning, sobbing,\\nWhile the mountain s heart is throbbing,\\nAs he speaks to his beloved\\nHush, my dear one, why this sadness?\\nSoon thine heart shall thrill with gladness\\nProud wilt thou be as his mother\\nProud shall I be as his father.\\nShouldst thou leave him on retiring,\\nHe will dwell within the forest.\\nThou wilt nurse him at the border\\nOf the mystic forest yonder,\\nWhile I guard his every footstep,\\nFrom my lofty summit watching.\\nWhen the sun shines on my forehead\\nI will call to thee each morning,\\nAnd together we will guard him,\\nNight and day will we watch o er him.\\nGo, my love, to thine own chamber,", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0021.jp2"}, "22": {"fulltext": "THE SONG OF U-RI-ON-TAH.\\nSlow retiring through the forest,\\nLeaving there our choicest treasure.\\nSee the storm is now fast breaking\\nSoon thine heart will cease from aching.\\nNow the sea with sad awaking\\nLeaves her lord, her heart nigh breaking,\\nBackward through the forest making\\nSlow retreat, yet still retreating.\\nShe is weary of repeating\\nAll her sorrows to the forest\\nRests she now a moment, halting,\\nWhile the mountain, proud, exultant,\\nIn the presence of its loved one\\nMurmurs soft while she is resting.\\nMighty monarchs of the forest\\nHover o er with arms extended,\\nWaiting for the sea s awaking.\\nHail! all hail the forest singing,\\nAnd the mountain echoes ringing\\nBack across the sea are flinging\\nWildest music, gladness bringing,\\nFilling all the air with music.\\nEvery note of sorrow silenced,\\nTree-tops whisper to each other,\\nAnd they nod their glad approval,\\nAs they welcome their new brother.\\nSing, O sing, ye wild-wood songsters\\nSee the sunlight glistening brightly\\nOn the forehead of the mountain\\nSee him smiling o er the forest,\\n12", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0022.jp2"}, "23": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0023.jp2"}, "24": {"fulltext": "ride aloft on topmost breakers.", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0024.jp2"}, "25": {"fulltext": "BIR TH\u00e2\u0080\u0094 YO UTH\u00e2\u0080\u0094MARRIA GE.\\nSee him greeting his loved mistress.\\nAnd the sea responsive, gladly\\nJoins the chorus, singing madly,\\nMountain, sea, and forest voicing\\nIn a loud and wild rejoicing.\\nThus was born this child of Nature,\\nWith the mountain for his father,\\nAnd the sea his loving mother.\\nTrees and rocks each call him brother,\\nWhile the wild birds and the flowers\\nAnd the nymphs in woodland bowers\\nEach and all are his sweet sisters.\\nThus was born this child of Nature,\\nThus was born the wild Mo-he-gan,\\nThus was born the U-ri-on-tah.\\nStrong of limb and tall of stature\\nGrew this youth, whose shoulders broadened\\nWhile he trod his forest proudly.\\nFleet of foot he climbed the mountain,\\nChased the deer through cragged canon,\\nFaced the panther single-handed,\\nTamed the wild beasts in the forest.\\nWhen his mother sea was raging\\nHe would plunge beneath her billows,\\nRide aloft on topmost breakers,\\nSinging wild his wildest anthems.\\nThus grew up this child of Nature,\\nThus grew up the brave Mo-he-gan,\\nThus grew up the U-ri-on-tah.\\nIn the flush of early manhood,\\n15", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0025.jp2"}, "26": {"fulltext": "THE SONG OF U-RI-ON-TAH.\\nIn the spring-time in the forest,\\nIn the foot-hills near his father\\nBuilded he a costly wigwam\\nHung about in wild profusion\\nWere the skins of bear and panther,\\nOn his couch the furs of otter.\\nAt his wigwam stands the Chieftain\\nGazing down upon the forest,\\nWhile beyond he sees his mother,\\nPlacid in the bright, warm sunshine,\\nWistful gazing on her offspring\\nWhile around about his wigwam\\nSong-birds trill their joyous music,\\nFilling all the air with gladness.\\nNymphs and fairies guard the wigwam,\\nGuard the home of U-ri-on-tah.\\nWild bees humming o er the flowers,\\nWater laughing in the brooklet,\\nEagles perched on lofty summit,\\nGazing down upon the Chieftain,\\nScream with joy and hail with pleasure\\nTheir loved brother U-ri-on-tah.\\nSee he wears their own bright feathers\\nIn a circle round his forehead\\nAt his back his bow and quiver.\\nNow he glances toward the summit,\\nAnd he waves his hand above him,\\nSmiles return to his dear eagles,\\nWho in turn again are gladly\\nScreaming forth their wildest rapture\\n16", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0026.jp2"}, "27": {"fulltext": "SIR TH\u00e2\u0080\u0094 YO UTH\u00e2\u0080\u0094MARRIA GE.\\nFrom the peaks of Mon-to-we-se.\\nNow the mountain bathed in sunlight\\nGazes down on U-ri-on-tah,\\nGazes long upon his features\\nIn thine heart, my Dusky Chieftain,\\nWhere I thought was naught but gladness\\nI discover signs of sadness.\\nWhence comes now this look of anguish\\nCan it be that thou shouldst languish,\\nO, my son, my U-ri-on-tah\\nBanish thou thy thoughts of sorrow,\\nCome and visit me to-morrow.\\nSee thy mother now is moaning,\\nWatchful, anxious, yet condoning\\nAll thy faults, yes, every failing,\\nWhile her sad heart is bewailing\\nLest some dreadful fate befall thee.\\nEven now she seeks to call thee\\nBanish all thy thoughts of sorrow,\\nCome and visit me to-morrow.\\nLeft alone is U-ri-on-tah,\\nStanding still before his wigwam,\\nWith the silent evening coming\\nAs the wild bees cease from humming,\\nWhile the pale moon, softly creeping\\nUp from out the sea, is peeping.\\nSilvery moon-glade track is gleaming,\\nOver all the moon is beaming,\\nLighting up the mystic forest\\nCasting shadows o er the wigwam,\\n17", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0027.jp2"}, "28": {"fulltext": "THE SONG OF U-RI-ON-TAH.\\nFlooding now the lofty mountain,\\nSparkling o er the sweet Co-i-o\\nOf the brooklet, leaping, dancing,\\nOn its way to join the waters\\nOf Quin-nip-i-ac the tranquil.\\nNow the nightingale is singing,\\nSinging softly, gently swinging,\\nIn the topmost branches clinging,\\nPouring out his sweetest music\\nIn the ear of U-ri-on-tah.\\nBut in silence sat the Chieftain,\\nLow his head bent on his bosom,\\nClosed his eyes, but not in slumber,\\nFriends around him without number,\\nYet his heart was sad and weary,\\nFor his life was dull and dreary;\\nYet he knew naught of the longing\\nIn his heart, or thoughts that thronging\\nThrough his brain were aught but fleeting\\nShadows banished ere the greeting.\\nHe would rise up in the morning,\\nSorrows of the night then scorning,\\nIn the chase forget his sadness\\nEre it drive him on to madness.\\nMidnight now is fast advancing,\\nFleecy clouds like spirits dancing,\\nHigh o erhead the moon entrancing,\\nAnd the twinkling stars enhancing\\nAll the beauty now surrounding\\nU-ri-on-tah by his wigwam.\\n18", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0028.jp2"}, "29": {"fulltext": "BIR TH\u00e2\u0080\u0094 YO UTH\u00e2\u0080\u0094MARRIA GE.\\nNow uprose the silent Chieftain,\\nAnd his eyes were red with weeping.\\nYet no longer silence keeping,\\nCasts aside his feathery helmet,\\nCasts aside his bow and quiver,\\nCasts aside his graven gorgets,\\nBares his bosom to the night air,\\nMounts the rock-cliff near his wigwam,\\nGroaning loud in mental anguish\\nHear me, O thou Ha-wea-ne-o,\\nHear the wail of U-ri-on-tah\\nWhat are all these earthly treasures,\\nWhat are all these fleeting pleasures,\\nWhile my soul is rent with anguish\\nDay by day I faint and languish\\nFor a sharer of my wigwam.\\nI am lonely beyond measure\\nCanst thou send me some sweet treasure-\\nOne to whom twill be my pleasure\\nTo enslave myself forever\\nOne who born of sea and mountain\\nShall sit down by my own fountain,\\nAnswer back the song of wild birds\\nWith a voice both low and thrilling,\\nWhose sweet notes the forest filling,\\nAll the livelong day thus singing,\\nGladness to my heart thus bringing,\\nTo the heart of U-ri-on-tah\\nNow the moon is slowly sinking;\\nTo the westward o er the canon\\nIQ", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0029.jp2"}, "30": {"fulltext": "THE SONG OF U-RI-ON-TAH.\\nSlow she sinks behind the sharp peaks\\nOf the red cliffs overhanging\\nHigh in air above the canon,\\nCasting shadows down the chasm.\\nDarkness gathers o er the forest,\\nAnd the nightingale is silent\\nWhile the dews are gently falling.\\nStillness reigns, save now the moaning\\nOf the surf with stifled groaning\\nOn the beach beyond the forest.\\nSobbing sea s sad, soulful sorrow,\\nWailing, woeful, wistful, waiting\\nFor a sign from her beloved,\\nStanding still among the foot-hills,\\nMoving not since first ascending\\nOn the rock-cliff near his wigwam.\\nNow his locks are wet with dew-fall\\nIn his eyes strange scenes seem shifting,\\nPictures of the forest gleam there.\\nNow the sea with billows tossing\\nFloats beneath his dreamy eyelids.\\nDeep and deeper glow the night-fires\\nIn his eyes now radiant, shining,\\nFor the spirit is entwining\\nHappy thoughts around his heart-strings,\\nLeads him gently to his wigwam,\\nSpeaking softly words of comfort\\nTo the heart of U-ri-on-tah\\nClose thine eyes, my Dusky Chieftain,\\nSweetly rest until the morning.\\n20", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0030.jp2"}, "31": {"fulltext": "BIR TH\u00e2\u0080\u0094 YO U TH\u00e2\u0080\u0094MA RRIA GE.\\nIn the gray of early dawning,\\nWhen the sun is struggling upward\\nFrom its bed beneath the waters,\\nWhen it first shall bathe the mountain\\nWith its golden streams of radiance,\\nHasten downward through the forest,\\nSeek the blessing of thy mother,\\nPlunge beneath her purple waters,\\nCleanse thyself from all defiling\\nThen return and in thy wigwam\\nDress thyself in brightest colors,\\nPaint thyself with choicest pigments,\\nRound thy head bright feathers fasten,\\nDown thy legs let spangles glisten\\nMoccasins of finest buckskin\\nThou wilt need on this strange journey\\nFrom thy skirts let fox-tails dangle,\\nO er thy shoulder hang thy quiver,\\nOn thy breast place sea-shell gorgets,\\nIn thy belt thy Tum-na-he-gan t\\nAnd, the bow thy left hand grasping,\\nStand thou forth, my Dusky Chieftain\\nThen make haste to seek thy father\\nWho is waiting for thy coming.\\nThus the Chieftain sinks to slumber,\\nWith the spirit voice still murmuring\\nIn his ear to soothe the tumult\\nDithyrambic in his bosom.\\nThen at last the Chieftain dreameth\\nWondrous fancies now are flitting", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0031.jp2"}, "32": {"fulltext": "THE SONG OF U-RI-ON-TAH.\\nThrough his brain in quick succession\\nHe is wandering over mountains\\nToward an object far beyond him,\\nWhich is drawing him still onward,\\nYet eludes his every effort\\nTo embrace and hold beside him.\\nThus the night wore on till morning\\nDawned upon the restive Chieftain.\\nNow the sun is climbing upward,\\nTipping all the hills in crimson,\\nSmiling o er the dark-green forest,\\nDrying up the dews of evening,\\nFlooding all the glorious landscape,\\nWhile the purple clouds of morning\\nCast their shadows on the waters,\\nWhich are blue, or green, or purple\\nAs the light may fall upon them.\\nThus the ever-changing ocean.\\nHere the sea-gulls skim the surface,\\nWhirl and turn and greet each other\\nWith a wild, uncanny screaming;\\nThere the huge and clumsy porpoise\\nRaise their brown and dusky bodies\\nUp from out the world of waters,\\nThen as quickly plunge beneath them,\\nRising, plunging, always moving,\\nTill at last they glide unnoticed\\nFar beyond the dark horizon,\\nWhere the wild storm-petrel lingers.\\nWhere is now the U-ri-on-tah?", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0032.jp2"}, "33": {"fulltext": "BIR TH\u00e2\u0080\u0094 YO UTH\u00e2\u0080\u0094MARRIA GE.\\nBirds, and trees, and rocks are asking.\\nThey have missed him from his wigwam.\\nGlancing quickly toward the mountain,\\nThey behold the Dusky Chieftain\\nHastening upward near the cloud-line,\\nFleet of foot still pressing onward,\\nTill at last fast disappearing\\nMong the clouds the brave, unfearing\\nU-ri-on-tah presses upward.\\nAbove the clouds the rock-ribbed mountain,\\nCold, calm, cliff-crowned, cragged, capping,\\nGlows in sunlight bright and glorious.\\nSpires and peaks here pointing upward,\\nRadiant in the dazzling sunlight,\\nPierce the sky beyond the vision.\\nMid the cliffs the U-ri-on-tah\\nCalls aloud to his dear father\\nThou didst ask me to come hither;\\nI am come upon the mountain.\\nIf my visit is not timely\\nI will turn and seek my wigwam.\\nSoft and low the father speaketh\\nWelcome thou, my U-ri-on-tah,\\nBathe thy feet in this clear fountain,\\nRest awhile, sit thou and listen,\\nFor thy coming is most timely.\\nTurn thine eyes upon the westward,\\nLet thy gaze be long and steadfast\\nMid the peaks on distant mountains.\\nFar away and yet still farther,\\n23", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0033.jp2"}, "34": {"fulltext": "THE SONG OF U-RI-ON-TAH.\\nGainst the sky s remotest border,\\nShining in the sun like silver,\\nGrandly stands my mountain brother.\\nTis a land of many wonders\\nShade thine eyes and gaze steadfastly,\\nThen wilt thou behold more clearly\\nThat for which thy heart is longing.\\nRises now the U-ri-on-tah,\\nShading well his eyes from sunlight\\nLike a statue stands he gazing\\nOver miles of lesser mountains\\nTo the tall and lofty monarch\\nWhom the father called his brother;\\nAnd at last his eyes were fastened\\nOn a* gently moving being.\\nSlow it climbs a mountain pathway,\\nHalting here among the flowers\\nGrowing wild along its borders.\\nBending low, it plucks a flower\\nRising then and gazing eastward\\nHolds aloft the single blossom.\\nNow transfixed is U-ri-on-tah,\\nFor the being casts the flower\\nToward the pale and breathless Chieftain.\\nWildly now the wistful Warrior\\nWaves his hand, still anxious, watching,\\nWhile the being on the mountain\\nWaves its hand in recognition.\\nRapturous joy now fills the bosom\\nOf the Dusky U-ri-on-tah.\\n24", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0034.jp2"}, "35": {"fulltext": "BIR TH\u00e2\u0080\u0094 YO UTH\u00e2\u0080\u0094MARRIA GE.\\nStanding thus, he calls his father:\\nWhat is that I am beholding\\nOn the side of yonder mountain?\\nSurely it must be a spirit,\\nSpirit of the wondrous mountain,\\nYet it answers to my signal,\\nAnd my heart is beating wildly.\\nCanst thou tell me, O my father,\\nTell me, is it not a spirit?\\nSee its hand is gently waving,\\nAnd my heart is madly craving\\nTo be near this wondrous creature.\\nNow the loving father speaketh\\nGently to the Dusky Chieftain\\nCalm thine heart, my U-ri-on-tah,\\nWhile I tell thee why I called thee\\nThus to visit me this morning.\\nBack, behind yon lofty mountain\\nDwells a noble tribe of red-men\\nThey are counted by the thousands,\\nThey are brave, and proud, and haughty.\\nFar beyond this tribe of red-men\\nDwells the wicked, crafty pale-face\\nWho make war upon the red-men.\\nThis young creature mid the flowers\\nIs the daughter of yon mountain\\nShe is called an Indian Princess\\nI have brought thee forth to seek her,\\nNow prepare to make the journey.\\nThou wilt meet with many dangers\\n25", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0035.jp2"}, "36": {"fulltext": "THE SONG OF U-RI-ON-TAH.\\nClimbing o er those rugged mountains\\nLying in the path before thee,\\nAnd through many tangled forests\\nMust thou wander on this journey.\\nThrough the deep and narrow canons\\nThou shalt struggle, tired and lonely,\\nWild beasts will beset thy pathway,\\nYet thy heart will never falter\\nNight and day pursue thy journey.\\nWhen thou comest to the mountain\\nAnd art climbing up the foot-hills,\\nThou wilt see the Indian Princess\\nFar above among the flowers,\\nWaiting there to greet thy coming.\\nWin the heart of this fair maiden,\\nAnd returning bring her with thee.\\nI will greet thee on returning,\\nFare thee well, my U-ri-on-tah\\nWith a heart of joy the Chieftain\\nBounds away with speed of wild deer,\\nPlunging headlong down the mountain,\\nRushing wild through mighty chasms,\\nDashing through the tangled forests,\\nLeaping over mountain torrents,\\nPressing onward, ever westward\\nToward the sun, now slow descending.\\nAnd as darkness gathered round him,\\nFar away his mountain father,\\nFar away the sea, his mother,\\nFar away the Indian maiden.\\n26", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0036.jp2"}, "37": {"fulltext": "BIR TH\u00e2\u0080\u0094 YO UTH\u00e2\u0080\u0094MARRIA GE.\\nNow the half-moon, softly shining,\\nCheers the Chieftain on his journey,\\nTill at last it sank to slumber\\nFar beyond the rugged mountains,\\nWhich were dark and faintly outlined\\nOn the dim and strange horizon.\\nDarker grew the gloomy forest,\\nYet he presses ever westward\\nAnd his limbs knew naught of tiring,\\nStopping not for meat or water,\\nEver onward toward the Princess.\\nThrough the night the U-ri-on-tah\\nClambered over rocks and hill-tops,\\nClimbing now some lonely mountain,\\nDashing through some cragged chasm,\\nScaling peaks which rose before him,\\nWinding round some cliff o erhanging,\\nThrough the haunts of panther creeping,\\nEver onward, never sleeping.\\nBy the stars his course is guided\\nAnd his courage never falters,\\nThough the wolves afar are howling\\nAnd the panthers, stealthy prowling,\\nNow beset his every footstep.\\nSerpents in his path are coiling,\\nSlowly winding mong tfie branches\\nOverhead, and hanging downward,\\nHissing loud their angry warning.\\nIn the deep and tangled forest,\\nThus beset was U-ri-on-tah.\\n27", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0037.jp2"}, "38": {"fulltext": "THE SONG OF U-RI-ON-TAH.\\nDanger dire doth draw despoiling\\nDemons from the noisome caverns\\nEvil spirits join the serpents;\\nVanish vicious, varan vampires,\\nThen return in fourfold numbers,\\nCrowd around the Dusky Chieftain,\\nWhile the serpents now are twining\\nRound his limbs and close enfolding\\nPanting, dauntless U-ri-on-tah.\\nPanthers screaming in the branches,\\nDemons howling through the forest,\\nMonsters pressing close about him,\\nGaining courage by their numbers,\\nAll conspire to stay the Chieftain\\nOn his journey through the forest.\\nCloser still the serpents coiling,\\nCloser draw the forest demons,\\nWhile from overhanging branches\\nLo the panthers spring upon him.\\nThus at last the U-ri-on-tah,\\nWearied with his hours of travel,\\nFinds himself now slowly sinking;\\nStill his courage never falters,\\nEven though borne down by numbers,\\nWith his bright blade cleaves about him,\\nWith his right arm hews a pathway\\nWith his deadly Tum-na-he-gan,\\nTill at last to earth he sinketh,\\nOverborne by myriad monsters.\\nReptiles, hissing, coil more tightly\\n23", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0038.jp2"}, "39": {"fulltext": "BIR TH\u00e2\u0080\u0094 YO UTH\u00e2\u0080\u0094MA RRIA GE.\\nRound his breast to still his breathing,\\nNow the U-ri-on-tah prayeth\\nFairy maiden on the mountain,\\nCanst thou know the bitter anguish\\nOf thy true-heart in the forest\\nI am not afraid to perish,\\nYet how fondly did I cherish\\nThoughts of greeting thee to-morrow.\\nNow, alas the U-ri-on-tah\\nDieth in the gloomy forest.\\nFarewell thou, my fairy Princess,\\nFarewell thou, my mother ocean,\\nFarewell thou, my mountain father\\nOur Great Spirit now will take me\\nTo his home beyond the river.\\nOnce again farewell, my Princess!\\nFar above, in topmost branches\\nOf the lofty forest monarchs,\\nSits a fairy, swinging softly\\nNow she glides to lower branches,\\nWhile her wings are wide extended,\\nAnd, with dark eyes looking downward\\nOn the mass of surging monsters\\nAnd the fiery, writhing serpents,\\nSoftly speaks in gentle whispers\\nFlee away, ye hideous creatures,\\nFlee away to thy dark caverns.\\nSerpents hear and, turning, listen,\\nAnd their heads are raised in wonder,\\nWhile the fairy bids them vanish\\n29", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0039.jp2"}, "40": {"fulltext": "THE SONG OF U-RI-ON-TAH.\\nThey release their tightened coiling,\\nThen they glide away in silence.\\nFaintly now the U-ri-on-tah\\nHears the fairy softly calling,\\nSlowly raising his tired eyelids,\\nGazes long upon the vision\\nRising now, with strength returning,\\nOn his feet he standeth upright,\\nGazing steadfast on the vision.\\nStill his tongue refused to utter\\nThanks for service sweetly rendered.\\nNow the fairy, drawing nearer,\\nStands beside him in the pathway,\\nAnd she smiles upon the Chieftain.\\nNever had he seen such beauty,\\nAnd his soul was filled with rapture.\\nFain would he his thanks now utter,\\nYet his tongue was dumb with wonder.\\nWith their eyes fixed on each other\\nGazed they steadfast in the starlight.\\nThen the fairy softly murmurs\\nTell me now, my haughty Chieftain,\\nHow thou comest, whence thy going,\\nWhat should cause the undertaking\\nOf this journey fraught with dangers.\\nDrink the nectar from this leaf-cup\\nIt will help thee find thy language.\\nNow the thirsty U-ri-on-tah\\nTook the leaf-cup from the fairy,\\nDrank the life-restoring nectar,\\n30", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0040.jp2"}, "41": {"fulltext": "BIR TH\u00e2\u0080\u0094 YO UTH\u00e2\u0080\u0094MARRIA GE.\\nThen at length his tongue was loosened,\\nAnd he told the lovely vision\\nOf his home, his mountain father,\\nOf his wigwam in the foot-hills,\\nOf his life so lone and dreary,\\nOf his seeking for a sharer\\nOf his home, and of his vision\\nOf the maiden on the mountain,\\nOf his journey through the forest\\nOn his way to win the Princess\\nHow the beasts and serpents gathered\\nRound his pathway in the darkness.\\nNow he thanked the fairy creature\\nWho had saved his life from danger\\nWould she now accept his homage,\\nAnd he bowed his head before her.\\nSpeaking low, he still addressed her:\\nI would fain pursue my journey\\nToward the mountain where the Princess\\nDwells among the birds and flowers.\\nI will tell her I have met thee,\\nTell her how my life was rescued\\nFrom the wild beasts in the forest,\\nAnd from henceforth I will bless thee.\\nI will teach my children s children\\nAll the story of the fairy,\\nHow she saved me in the forest.\\nNow I go upon my journey\\nWilt thou cheer me on departing?\\nNow the elfin s lips are parted,\\n31", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0041.jp2"}, "42": {"fulltext": "THE SONG OF U-RI-ON-TAH.\\nLow and sweet she whispers sadly\\nListen now, my haughty Chieftain\\nIt is long before the morning,\\nAnd I go away beyond thee\\nThen alone thy path thou treadest,\\nWild beasts then will soon beset thee,\\nSerpents will again entwine thee.\\nTurn, I pray, thou Dusky Chieftain,\\nTurn thy footsteps toward thy father,\\nHasten homeward, leave behind thee\\nAll thy wild love for the maiden\\nOn the mountain mid the flowers.\\nWhen thou comest not to-morrow\\nShe will soon forget thou livest,\\nAnd will signal to another.\\nMaids are fickle, my dear Chieftain,\\nCalm thy heart, repress thy longing,\\nSeek thy home and cease thy pining\\nMong the trees and rocks and flowers.\\nSeek for comfort in thy wigwam,\\nGo at once ere I shall leave thee\\nTo the wild beasts of the forest,\\nAnd when they shall draw about thee\\nI will come not to thy rescue.\\nHasten now, lest thou shalt perish\\nTurn, I pray thee, look not backward,\\nAnd when thou shalt reach thy wigwam\\nI will hasten there to greet thee\\nI will dwell among the branches\\nHanging o er thy princely wigwam\\n32", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0042.jp2"}, "43": {"fulltext": "BJR TH\u00e2\u0080\u0094 YO UTH\u00e2\u0080\u0094MARRIA GE.\\nGo at once, my Dusky Chieftain.\\nNow the U-ri-on-tah gazes\\nCalmly on the fairy creature,\\nTill at last his speech returneth\\nThou hast saved my life, sweet elfin,\\nAnd I fain would meet thy wishes,\\nYet will I press ever onward,\\nUpward where the Indian Princess\\nWaits my coming on the morrow.\\nThough the wild beasts may beset me,\\nThough the serpents shall entwine me,\\nNaught of these one moment stays me,\\nFor I love the Indian maiden\\nAnd I cannot live without her.\\nOn the morrow when I greet her\\nShould I fail to win her favor,\\nThen my life is not worth living,\\nAnd I then will seek this forest.\\nI will welcome all the serpents\\nAnd the monsters of the caverns\\nTo partake of my dead body.\\nBut to turn back to my wigwam\\nEre I meet the Indian Princess,\\nNever will I heed thy warning.\\nThough I perish in the forest\\nOn the instant of thy leaving,\\nI will turn not from my purpose.\\nSpeaking thus, the Dusky Chieftain,\\nTurning from the fairy vision,\\nStrode away adown the forest.\\n33", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0043.jp2"}, "44": {"fulltext": "THE SONG OF U-RI-ON-TAH.\\nOnce he heard the elfin calling,\\nUttering softly words of warning\\nThen away sped U-ri-on-tah\\nOn the wings of lightning speeding.\\nFleet of foot the Dusky Chieftain\\nThrough the forest bravely plungeth,\\nTill the gray of early morning\\nFound him climbing up the foot-hills\\nOf the mountain where the maiden\\nStood when she had sent him greeting.\\nNow the sun bursts forth in splendor,\\nLighting up the wondrous mountain,\\nAnd the eager U-ri-on-tah\\nStruggles upward in the morning,\\nGazing steadfast far above him,\\nFar above among the flowers.\\nNow, behold he sees the maiden\\nAnd his heart beats fast and faster,\\nAs she waves her arms above her,\\nCasting flowers adown the pathway,\\nDown the path toward U-ri-on-tah.\\nO the rapture of the moment,\\nO the joy his heart now filling\\nEvery fiber now is thrilling\\nAs he leaps with giant vigor\\nOver rocks and mountain torrents,\\nEver climbing, ever upward,\\nTill at last he stands before her.\\nNow the speech of U-ri-on-tah\\nCometh not, for here before him\\n34", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0044.jp2"}, "45": {"fulltext": "BIR TH\u00e2\u0080\u0094 YO UTH\u00e2\u0080\u0094MARR1A GE.\\nStands the maiden in her beauty,\\nAnd the heart of U-ri-on-tah\\nTold him more than he could utter.\\nNot in all his wildest longings\\nHad he even faintly pictured\\nSuch a face twas not of mortals,\\nAnd her form was born of heaven\\nAnd her eyes were soft and lustrous.\\nIn them gleamed a world of wonders.\\nSaw he there his slumbering forest,\\nSaw the sea in changeful beauty,\\nSaw the landscape from his foot-hills,\\nSaw the tree-tops gently waving,\\nSaw the white clouds chasing shadows,\\nFleeting shadows, o er his wigwam\\nSaw them chase each other swiftly\\nUp the mountain-side, then vanish.\\nAll these things the Chieftain saw there\\nIn the eyes of that sweet maiden.\\nNot of earth was this fair vision,\\nAnd the heart of U-ri-on-tah\\nSank within his aching bosom,\\nFor, alas he felt how hopeless\\nWas his chance of winning favor\\nIn the eyes of this fair Princess\\nAnd the Dusky U-ri-on-tah\\nShrank away from this bright vision,\\nStepping backward, slow retiring,\\nGazing wistful, never speaking,\\nWhile his heart-strings fast were breaking.\\n35", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0045.jp2"}, "46": {"fulltext": "THE SONG OF U-RI-ON-TAH.\\nNow he chides his mountain father\\nFor persuading him to venture\\nOn this errand sad and hopeless,\\nAnd his thoughts turn toward his mother.\\nShe at least will soothe his sorrow.\\nHe will turn and seek her presence,\\nHe will dwell with her forever\\nAnd no longer will he wander\\nFrom her side, and in the forest\\nHe will there forget the Princess.\\nOne last look the Dusky Chieftain\\nCasts upon the fairy creature\\nEre he turns from her forever,\\nBut his heart stands still within him,\\nFor the maiden now is standing,\\nWith her arms extended toward him,\\nAnd her red lips part in speaking\\nTake me to thy heart, my Chieftain;\\nSurely I have tried thy courage,\\nThou art worthy of all honor\\nIt was I who sent the serpents\\nAnd the monsters in the forest,\\nThinking thus to test thy courage\\nAnd thy love for me, my Chieftain\\nIt was I who came to save thee.\\nWhen I urged thy quick returning,\\nWhen I found thee still determined\\nOn thy journey, still defying\\nAll my warnings, I was happy,\\nFor I knew then thou wert worthy\\n36", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0046.jp2"}, "47": {"fulltext": "JK\\nw%\\nM\\nTAKE ME TO THY HEART, MY CHIEFTAIN", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0047.jp2"}, "48": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0048.jp2"}, "49": {"fulltext": "BIR TH\u00e2\u0080\u0094 YO UTH\u00e2\u0080\u0094MARRIA GE.\\nOf the homage I now pay thee.\\nGlad the heart of U-ri-on-tah,\\nAnd he elapsed her to his bosom,\\nAnd they pledged their love forever.\\nNow these lovers sang together\\nAs they wandered down the mountain\\nThus they sang for hours together", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0049.jp2"}, "50": {"fulltext": "Allegro\\nU-ri-on-i ah\\nLove SoA(\\nNol\\ng~^r j j i g t g\\ni up Eg j\\np^f^\\nAu- die- r\\\\e-ta\\ncf\\n2=2^\\ne j 1 g j t i 1 i i\\ns\\nrr\\na p\\n9-h z\\nhm r; r. B\\nI\\n7 Z\\nj\u00c2\u00a3\\n/t^\\nIfefeErf\\nT h i t\\nS\\ny^^^\\ngH II c e\\nS\\ne i i l\\n-U-U-^^\\nmill\\nJ\\nJS\\npH i n\\\\t I p g g ti-e-Jun B f,\\nU4-e^-Muj\\nl l rr\\nW 3=Z\\nP i F\\nr ~f-\\np a g\\nRetrain\\nm 1 1 1 p\\nP Vn E M I l l\\niz=\\nfc=fc\\n\u00c2\u00b1=I\\ni i jf\\n\u00c2\u00a3=FT=\u00c2\u00a3\\nE5\\nfa ft\\nI\\n5 V 1 E 1\\nE I e e r\\nI E H\\ng g I B t\\ni j-i 1 1 m\\n^S=K\\n\u00c2\u00a33", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0050.jp2"}, "51": {"fulltext": "Love-Song\\\\\\nNow the Chieftain and the Princess\\nAre made happy as the morning.\\nDown the mountain we will wander\\nNda-ho-at-el ki-sa-kih-in\\nSang the Chieftain to the Princess.\\nNda-ho-at-ell kda-ho-al-i\\nSang the Princess to the Chieftain.\\nKi-sa-kih and ki-sa-kih-in\\nRefrain Te-ti-a-ta-te-non-wes.\\nWe will dwell together always,\\nTrue love has our hearts united,\\nWe will journey to the wigwam.\\nNda-ho-at-ell ki-sa-kih-in\\nSang the Chieftain to the Princess.\\nNda-ho-at-ell kda-ho-al-i\\nSang the Princess to the Chieftain.\\nKi-sa-kih and ki-sa-kih-in\\nRefrain Te-ti-a-ta-te-non-wes.\\nThere among the pines and cedars\\nWe will sing and dance forever\\nThere between the sea and mountain.\\nNda-ho-at-ell ki-sa-kih-in\\nSang the Chieftain to the Princess.\\nNda-ho-at-ell kda-ho-al-i\\nSang the Princess to the Chieftain.\\nKi-sa-kih and ki-sa-kih-in\\nRefrain Te-ti-a-ta-te-non-wes,\\nTe-ti-a-ta-te-non-wes,\\nTe-ti-a-ta-te-non-wes,\\nTe-ti-a-ta-te-non-wes.\\n41", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0051.jp2"}, "52": {"fulltext": "THE SONG OF U-RI-ON-TAH.\\nPausing now among the flowers,\\nSpake the happy U-ri-on-tah\\nWill the charming Princess tell me\\nBy what name I may address her?\\nSpake the maiden, gazing on him,\\nAnd her eyes were bright and sparkling\\nThou shalt call me Au-die-ne-ta,\\nFor I love the U-ri-on-tah.\\nTis the true and only reason,\\nFor my name doth have this meaning\\nOne who truly loves her husband.\\nSee I pluck this wild sweet brier\\nAnd I place it in thy bosom\\nAs a token of betrothal.\\nThen the happy U-ri-on-tah,\\nGazing fondly on the maiden,\\nWished that they might live forever\\nIn the bright and glorious sunshine,\\nSinging songs of love together.\\nNow the maiden s eyes grew lustrous\\nAs she gazed upon her Chieftain,\\nGazed upon him long and wistful.\\nThen her red lips part in speaking\\nListen now, my U-ri-on-tah,\\nI will fill thine heart with wonder,\\nI have gifts beyond thy knowing,\\nI have power to change thy nature\\nWhile thou sleepest I can change thee\\nFrom a Warrior to a pale-face,\\nFrom a pale-face to the Chieftain\\n42", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0052.jp2"}, "53": {"fulltext": "BIR TH\u00e2\u0080\u0094 YO UTH\u00e2\u0080\u0094MARRIA GE.\\nChange myself to pale-face maiden,\\nChange again to Indian Princess;\\nI can make us both Immortal,\\nFor, behold I am Immortal,\\nAnd we both may live forever,\\nEver youthful, ever happy.\\nIt was I who came to save thee\\nFrom the demons in the forest,\\nAnd I came there as a fairy\\nTherefore thou wilt never doubt me,\\nWhen I say I am Immortal.\\nTrust me now, my noble Chieftain,\\nFor I love the U-ri-on-tah.\\nMy forefathers held a secret\\nFrom their dying father Wi-daagh,\\nFrom the king, of kings, the Wi-daagh,\\nWho when dying gave the secret\\nTo his children by the river,\\nTold them they might be Immortal\\nIf they listened to his counsels\\nAnd obeyed his earnest teachings.\\nTherefore thou wilt never doubt me\\nWhen I say I am Immortal.\\nSilent now was U-ri-on-tah,\\nFor the thoughts came fast upon him\\nOf his father who had sent him\\nTo this maiden of the mountain,\\nThus to point the way before him\\nTo become himself Immortal.\\nAll was plain and clear before him.\\n43", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0053.jp2"}, "54": {"fulltext": "THE SONG OF U-RI-ON-TAH.\\nNow the Warrior, firmly grasping\\nBy the hand his Au-die-ne-ta,\\nFelt the power of faith within him.\\nHappy now the U-ri-on-tah\\nAnd he speaketh to his loved one\\nListen now, my Au-die-ne-ta\\nLet us seek my loving father\\nWho is waiting to receive us\\nThence we go to my own wigwam\\nThither where the sea is moaning,\\nWhere the wild birds wait my coming.\\nThou shalt rest there in my wigwam\\nIt is there where thou shalt teach me\\nHow I may become a pale-face,\\nHow again become a Chieftain,\\nHow I may become Immortal.\\nHand in hand adown the mountain,\\nDown the foot-hills to the forest\\nDance the Chieftain and the Princess,\\nSinging soft their plaintive love-song,\\nTill at last the darkness gathers\\nRound their pathway as they journey,\\nAnd the night-birds greet the lovers\\nAs they wander in the forest.\\nNow the pale moon mounts the heavens\\nO er the hill-tops to the eastward,\\nSpreads her soft rays o er the tree-tops,\\nGlinting down among the branches.\\nHere an opening in the forest\\nWhere the moonbeams fall unhindered\\n44", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0054.jp2"}, "55": {"fulltext": "BIR TH\u00e2\u0080\u0094 YO UTH\u00e2\u0080\u0094MARRIA GE.\\nOn a moss-bank in the opening.\\nHere the happy U-ri-on-tah\\nFormed a couch for Au-die-ne-ta\\nWith the branches of the fir-tree\\nAnd the soft and tender fern-leaves\\nOver all were strewn the flowers,\\nFrom the forest were they gathered.\\nHere the lovely Au-die-ne-ta\\nSweetly slumbered while the night-birds\\nSang their mournful notes above her,\\nAnd the happy U-ri-on-tah\\nRested in the darkened shadow\\nOf the forest near the maiden\\nAll night long he stood there watching\\nO er the sleeping Au-die-ne-ta,\\nTill at last the gray dawn creeping\\nO er the forest found him waiting,\\nWatching for his loved one s waking.\\nNow at last the charming Princess,\\nRousing from her restful slumber,\\nRises and beholds her Chieftain\\nStanding still beneath the branches\\nOf the forest trees, in silence\\nWaiting for her salutation.\\nTripping lightly from the moss-bank,\\nNow the joyous Au-die-ne-ta\\nComes and stands beside her Chieftain,\\nStrokes his locks still wet with night dew.\\nNow the morning sun is shining,\\nAnd the wild birds fill the forest\\n45", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0055.jp2"}, "56": {"fulltext": "THE SONG OF U-RI-ON-TAH.\\nWith their songs from joy of living,\\nWhile the Chieftain and the Princess\\nRaise their voices in the love-song.\\nThus they join the birds in singing\\nAs they wander through the forest\\nHand in hand they wander eastward,\\nSearching light they journey eastward.\\nSoon they come to where the Chieftain\\nHad his struggle with the monsters,\\nAnd, behold while he was musing\\nAnd was thinking of the elfin,\\nLo the lovely Au-die-ne-ta\\nDisappeared, he knew not whither.\\nLeft alone was U-ri-on-tah,\\nAnd he called aloud and wildly,\\nWhile his heart stood still with terror,\\nLest some vile and evil spirit\\nHad removed the Au-die-ne-ta\\nFrom his side with no returning.\\nIn this dread and awful moment\\nYears swept over U-ri-on-tah,\\nAnd his heart gave way to anguish,\\nBitter anguish and with weeping\\nO er the fate of his dear Princess.\\nHe would fly to yonder hill-top,\\nAnd with loud and wild lamenting\\nCall her name in broken accents.\\nListening then, the Dusky Chieftain\\nHeard no sound save that of wild birds\\nAnd his own heart loudly beating.\\n46", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0056.jp2"}, "57": {"fulltext": "BIR Til\u00e2\u0080\u0094 YO UTH\u00e2\u0080\u0094MARRIA GE.\\nDark despair now filled his bosom\\nAs he rushed from hill to valley,\\nCalling loudly for his loved one.\\nNow the wild and frantic Chieftain\\nTurned to where he last was standing\\nBy the side of his dear Princess.\\nHere he tried to gain his reason.\\nWhich he felt was fast departing.\\nStanding thus, with hands uplifted\\nPressing hard against his temples,\\nU-ri-on-tah stands forsaken.\\nNext there came the frightful feeling-\\nWas it not a strange delusion\\nHad he not been wildly dreaming?\\nWas it real that he had ever\\nSeen the charming Au-die-ne-ta\\nHad he not been rudely wakened\\nFrom a dream, and was he standing\\nMid his own beloved foot-hills?\\nSurely he had seen the places\\nWhere he now was mutely standing,\\nYet he could not see his father,\\nNeither could he hear the moaning\\nOf the sea, his loving mother.\\nSoon there came from out the distance\\nSullen roars from angry monsters.\\nLooking up, he saw the serpents\\nWinding in among the branches,\\nCrawling over where he standeth.\\nNow he hears the screams of panthers,\\n47", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0057.jp2"}, "58": {"fulltext": "THE SONG OF U-RI-ON-TAH.\\nCloser draw the angry monsters,\\nThus beset was U-ri-on-tah\\nOn all sides by horrid creatures,\\nNow about to spring upon him.\\nThen the Dusky Chieftain waketh\\nFrom the stupor which came o er him,\\nWhile he tried to clear his reason\\nAnd he drew himself together;\\nFrom his belt the bright blade leapeth,\\nQuick as lightning flashed his war-knife,\\nAnd he stands forth fighting-angry,\\nReady for the deadly combat.\\nThen the Dusky Chieftain speaketh\\nO, thou vile and hideous creatures\\nThou hast slain my loving Princess\\nAnd to slay me now thou thinkest,\\nYet I bid thee bold defiance\\nNow my nerves of steel are steady,\\nAnd I dare thee to the conflict.\\nCome upon me if thou darest.\\nBy my hand thou all shalt perish,\\nNone shall live to tell the story\\nNow the monsters draw more closely\\nRound the bold, defiant Chieftain;\\nSnapping jaws and constant hissing\\nGreet the ear of U-ri-on-tah.\\nNow a sound is heard above him,\\nAnd the Chieftain, glancing upward,\\nHigh above the coiling serpents,\\nSaw a fairy in the branches,\\n48", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0058.jp2"}, "59": {"fulltext": "SIR TH\u00e2\u0080\u0094 YO UTH\u00e2\u0080\u0094MARR1A GE.\\nWho with white wings wide extended\\nFluttered gently toward the Chieftain.\\nThen the serpents and the monsters,\\nQuick to sight the white-winged vision,\\nGlided swiftly from her presence,\\nLeaving her beside the Chieftain\\nStanding in the lonely forest.\\nThus the Chieftain and the elfin\\nStand, while gazing on each other,\\nJust as on that fateful midnight\\nWhen the elfin saved the Chieftain,\\nOnly now the elf is smiling\\nWhile the Chief is staring strangely,\\nAs though scarcely understanding.\\nThen the gentle fairy speaketh\\nThou art come, my noble Chieftain,\\nOn thy way to join thy father.\\nWhere, I pray thee, is the maiden\\nThou didst dare so much to win her,\\nI had thought thou wouldst have brought her\\nBack to share with thee thy wigwam.\\nWhen the Chieftain reached her bower\\nDid he find the maiden fickle?\\nHad she signaled to another?\\nWill the great Chief now believe me,\\nAnd, returning to his wigwam,\\nWill he there forget the maiden\\nWhile I guard his home from danger?\\nLet the Dusky Chieftain ponder.\\nHe will soon forget the maiden,\\n49", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0059.jp2"}, "60": {"fulltext": "THE SONG OF U-RI-ON-TAH.\\nWhile I strive to make him happy.\\nNow the awful fires are flashing\\nFrom the dark eyes of the Chieftain,\\nWho is crazed with grief and anger,\\nAnd the fury of his passions\\nFound a vent in wild upbraidings.\\nSuch a torrent of invective\\nNever flowed from lips of mortal\\nAs was poured upon the fairy.\\nLike the fury of the madman\\nRaged the wild, unhappy Chieftain,\\nAnd the burden of his ravings\\nShowed that he had strong conviction\\nThat the fairy had bereaved him,\\nHad destroyed the Au-die-ne-ta\\nThrough her guidance of the monsters.\\nIn the frenzy of his madness,\\nHe had well-nigh lost his reason,\\nAnd he found himself unable\\nTo recall the fairy story\\nSweetly told by Au-die-ne-ta.\\nOne thought only filled his senses,\\nHe had lost his Indian Princess,\\nAnd despair and desolation\\nSoon would drive him on to madness.\\nNow the fairy held the Chieftain\\nBy his arm, and turned him toward her,\\nAnd she bade him cease his ravings.\\nIf he wished to find the maiden,\\nHe must look upon the vision\\n50", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0060.jp2"}, "61": {"fulltext": "BIR TH\u00e2\u0080\u0094 YO UTH\u00e2\u0080\u0094MARRIA GE.\\nWith a calm and steady gazing\\nIn her eyes, and not avoid her\\nAs he had since they were standing\\nThere alone within the forest.\\nNow the Chieftain looked intently\\nIn the eyes of this fair vision\\nAnd beheld a world of wonders.\\nHe could not withhold his gazing,\\nHe was lost, entranced, enraptured.\\nIn those eyes he saw his Princess,\\nAnd, behold while he was gazing\\nSteadfast, longing, hoping, doubting,\\nLo the wings were disappearing,\\nAnd the form of Au-die-ne-ta\\nRounded out in sweet perfection.\\nHe had seen the transformation,\\nAnd he had no further doubtings.\\nNow he clasped her to his bosom,\\nPouring forth his heart s thanksgiving\\nIn a loud and wild rejoicing.\\nThen they hastened on their journey\\nTill at last they reached the mountain,\\nFather of the U-ri-on-tah,\\nWho was watching for their coming.\\nNow they climb his lofty summit,\\nUp above the misty cloud-line,\\nTill at last they reach the rock-cliffs,\\nAnd they find themselves now standing\\nIn the presence of their father,\\nWho receives them with his blessing\\n5i", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0061.jp2"}, "62": {"fulltext": "THE SONG OF U-RI-ON-TAH.\\nAs his hands are raised above them,\\nO er the kneeling youth and maiden,\\nWho in solemn words repeating\\nMarriage vows each to the other.\\nRising now, the father welcomes\\nSon and daughter to his bosom,\\nCalling down the choicest blessings\\nOn the heads of his dear children.\\nNow the tender-hearted father\\nBids his children seek their mother,\\nWho with watching, waiting, wailing,\\nSoulful, sobbing, still stands sighing,\\nLonging for her U-ri-on-tah.\\nLight of heart, the youth and maiden\\nTrip adown the mountain pathway\\nTo the home of U-ri-on-tah,\\nTo his wigwam in the foot-hills\\nBordering on the mighty forest.\\nHere they rest until the morning,\\nWhile the night-birds sing their welcome,\\nAnd the tree-tops whisper softly\\nTo each other of the coming\\nOf their brother U-ri-on-tah,\\nBringing home the Indian Princess\\nFrom the far-off mountain country.\\nNow the forest, filled with gladness,\\nLifts its voice in songs of welcome,\\nPouring out its wealth of music\\nTo the Chieftain and the Princess\\nWhile they rest within the wigwam.\\n52", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0062.jp2"}, "63": {"fulltext": "BIR TH\u00e2\u0080\u0094 YO UTH\u00e2\u0080\u0094MARRIA GE.\\nIn the morning by the sea-shore\\nStand the happy youth and maiden,\\nLooking out upon the waters\\nOf the wondrous blue Atlantic.\\nNow the tide has ceased receding,\\nAnd the surf is softly stealing\\nIn among the rocks and sea-shells,\\nAnd the sobbing sea is pining,\\nBroken-hearted o er the absence\\nOf her son, and now she lingers,\\nSadly moaning in the distance,\\nTill at last the sea, beholding\\nU-ri-on-tah and the maiden\\nAt the borders of the forest,\\nLifts aloft her voice in gladness.\\nThen returns the tide in grandeur,\\nAnd with shouts of lofty triumph,\\nPiling high the struggling breakers.\\nWhite-caps glisten in the sunlight,\\nWave on wave is rolling inland,\\nAnd the happy mother, greeting\\nSon and daughter with a flood-tide,\\nBathes their feet with wild caresses,\\nSinging loud her songs of welcome.\\nHere the happy Chief and Princess\\nDwelt together in the wigwam.\\nWhen they wandered through the forest\\nSinging pines and murmuring cedars\\nSmiled upon their every footstep.\\n53", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0063.jp2"}, "64": {"fulltext": "THE SONG OF U-RI-ON-TAH.\\nMany moons thus came and vanished,\\nYet they saw no cloud of sorrow\\nTime, though passing, left no impress\\nOn their hearts or on their actions\\nThey were young, and free, and happy.\\n^3\\n54", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0064.jp2"}, "65": {"fulltext": "IMMORTALITY.\\nCHAPTER II.\\nIMMORTALITY.\\nResting once in early twilight\\nOn the rock-cliff near the wigwam,\\nAt the feet of Au-die-ne-ta,\\nSat the Dusky U-ri-on-tah.\\nThus he spake in gentlest accents\\nWill the charming Princess tell me\\nHow may I become Immortal?\\nMany moons have I awaited\\nFor thy speaking on this subject,\\nYet thy lips are closed in silence,\\nAnd my heart is grown impatient\\nFor the secret in thy bosom.\\nNow the eyes of Au-die-ne-ta\\nFilled with tears, as o er him bending,\\nAnd she spoke so low and trembling\\nAs to startle U-ri-on-tah,\\nWho, with soothing words of comfort,\\nDrew her head upon his bosom.\\nMoments passed ere Au-die-ne-ta,\\nLooking upward, saw her Chieftain\\nWith distress upon his features.\\nQuickly then she broke the silence\\nI will tell thee, U-ri-on-tah,\\nHow thou canst become Immortal.\\n55", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0065.jp2"}, "66": {"fulltext": "THE SONG OF U-RI-ON-TAH.\\nThou wilt go upon a journey,\\nLeaving me alone, unhappy.\\nThis is why my heart did fail me,\\nFor I dread the day of parting,\\nAs the journey is a long one,\\nAnd my heart is faint and weary,\\nThinking of my lonely waiting,\\nThinking also of the anguish\\nAnd the horrors that await thee.\\nThou wilt pass through fire and brimstone,\\nMust be lowered into Hades,\\nAnd, with heavy weights about thee,\\nThou wilt sink beneath the waters\\nMust be walled about with serpents,\\nAnd with many things more dreadful\\nThou shalt meet in total darkness\\nTo be raised as an Immortal.\\nBut thy courage will not fail thee,\\nFor I know the Dusky Chieftain\\nFeareth not the world of demons,\\nFor his heart is strong and manly.\\nOn the morrow when thou risest\\nThou wilt find thyself a pale-face\\nAnd thy squaw will be a pale-face.\\nThou wilt then prepare to journey\\nOver many mountain-passes\\nTo the land of great King Wi-daagh.\\nOn the borders of a river\\nThou wilt meet a mighty Warrior,\\nChieftain of the Sus-queh-an-nah.\\n56", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0066.jp2"}, "67": {"fulltext": "IMMORTALITY.\\nHe will lead thee through a canon\\nTo a vast and wondrous forest\\nWhere a mighty wigwam standeth\\nOn the mystic bridge, while walking,\\nCrossing o er the stream enchanted,\\nThou wilt change again to Indian\\nAnd wilt meet another Warrior.\\nThen together thou wilt journey\\nOn a trail which leadeth upward\\nThrough a dark and mystic forest.\\nThou wilt journey to the wigwam,\\nMeeting there a band of Warriors\\nRound the council-fires now burning.\\nThen begin the fearful tortures,\\nBut the heart of U-ri-on-tah\\nQuaileth not before such terrors.\\nAfter passing through the ordeal\\nThou art raised as an Immortal,\\nAnd thine eyes will then be opened.\\nThou wilt see the headless horseman\\nComing up the mountain pathway\\nThou wilt hear the awful groanings\\nOf the ghosts within the chamber\\nMany things wilt thou there witness,\\nWhich will fill thine heart with wonder.\\nWhen thou comest from the wigwam\\nAnd the mystic bridge beholding,\\nThou wilt then become a pale-face.\\nHasten then thy footsteps homeward\\nThou wilt find me here awaiting\\n57", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0067.jp2"}, "68": {"fulltext": "THE SONG OF U-RI-ON-TAH.\\nThy return, my U-ri-on-tah.\\nNow the pale moon, upward climbing,\\nCasts her beams upon the wigwam,\\nWhere the rock-cliff casts its shadow.\\nThere the Princess and the Chieftain\\nIn the foot-hills stand in silence,\\nEach upon the other gazing,\\nWhile their hearts were aching sadly\\nFor the parting of the morrow.\\nSpeaketh now the Dusky Chieftain\\nI will rise up in the morning\\nAnd will join the mighty Warriors\\nOn the banks of Sus-queh-an-nah,\\nAnd will there become Immortal.\\nThen will I return, my Princess,\\nAnd will seek thee in this wigwam.\\nThen shall we be ever happy\\nThrough the years that shall be endless.\\nYouth will then endure forever,\\nAnd no more shall we be parted.\\nThen the Chieftain and the Princess\\nLingered long before the wigwam,\\nSinging low their plaintive love-songs,\\nWith the round moon full above them\\nPouring down her light upon them.\\nThus these true hearts sang together,\\nWhile the wind with mournful cadence\\nSoftly breathed among the branches\\nOverhead, and sweetly blended\\nWith the song in rhythmic measure.\\n58", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0068.jp2"}, "69": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0069.jp2"}, "70": {"fulltext": "A Niqht Sonqinthe Forest.\\nAndar\\\\te J J\\nU-ri-on-taK, Au- die- r\\\\e- ta, and The Fores!\\nI\\nNo 2.\\nm\\n5\\nt=Sz\\nr-r-t\\nT~t\\nf-\\n4*\\nC r\\n2\u00c2\u00b1Z2\\nSB J. X\\n1 r r, r r r~r~Fi\\nI\\nJ- --T j\\n^3^13\\n^=P=f\\nF=r\\nJ-\\nT\\nt r\\nT~F\\nSFF\\n3\\nr~~ g r r\\n3SE\\nf J-t^J4-J-^ ^p\\nPit\u00e2\u0080\u0094 ^r^^P\\nrrri p~f r\\nv$\\nr~r- r r i e =e\\n-e-\\nr-r\u00e2\u0080\u0094 t r r-\\nT=fF\\nj r i j\\nO\\n3g I j r i V g a I J J\\ncy i E I i r r g r r i f P\\nIf V V fil e p ea\\n4\u00e2\u0080\u0094 d~j\\npeat ^^6\\nr-f\\nI r rir r-f-T i r r =j", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0070.jp2"}, "71": {"fulltext": "Night Songf in the Forest*\\nNow the winds are softly sighing\\nThrough the forest, wild and free,\\nWhile we sing of love undying\\nIn our wigwam by the sea.\\nNow the birds are hushed and sleeping,\\nWhile the night her mantle wears,\\nAnd our hearts with joy are leaping,\\nFree from envy, free from cares.\\nSee the moon is brightly beaming\\nO er the mountain and the sea,\\nWhile our nights are passed in dreaming\\nOf the blissful days to be.\\nThus we live with love unceasing\\nAs our days and nights unfold,\\nThrough the ages still increasing,\\nFills our hearts with joy untold.\\n61", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0071.jp2"}, "72": {"fulltext": "THE SONG OF U-RI-ON-TAH.\\n\u00c2\u00aea^\\nIn the morning s early dawning\\nThen awoke the U-ri-on-tah,\\nKnowing not the strange surroundings\\nWhich here met his wondering vision.\\nSurely this was not his wigwam\\nWhere are now his wolf and bear-skins,\\nWhere, alas are his tall feathers,\\nWhere his leggins made of buckskin,\\nWhere, alas his bow and quiver?\\nQuickly rising from his hammock,\\nNow he stood before a mirror\\nAnd he looked upon a pale-face.\\nIn the place of coal-black tresses\\nHere his hair was short and sandy;\\nThough his eyes were dark and piercing,\\nNow he sees them blue and languid.\\nTurning then, he saw some clothing\\nHanging on the wall before him\\nQuickly donning this apparel,\\nHe approached the inner chamber,\\nDrew aside the silken portiere,\\nAnd, behold the Au-die-ne-ta\\nSeated by a window reading.\\nThough her eyes were dark and lustrous,\\nYet her face was pale and charming,\\nAnd the room was filled with knickknacks\\nSuch as pale-face ladies fancy.\\nThen the lovely Au-die-ne-ta\\nRaised her eyes to U-ri-on-tah.\\nRising then, she came to greet him\\n62", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0072.jp2"}, "73": {"fulltext": "IMMORTALITY.\\nAnd she called him her dear husband\\nThough her language sounded strangely,\\nYet the Chieftain understood her,\\nAnd he could not help admiring\\nAu-die-ne-ta as a pale-face.\\nNow the pale-face U-ri-on-tah\\nStepped out on a broad veranda\\nThere the rock-cliff stood before him,\\nYet how strange its former meaning\\nWith new knowledge born within him\\nHe could see the rock was granite,\\nMade of feldspar, quartz, and mica,\\nAnd the red along the border\\nOf the brooklet he had worshipped\\nAs the blood of his forefathers\\nWas no more than ferrous oxide.\\nThings which once were strange and wondrous\\nNow were plain and cold and senseless,\\nAnd his heart was fast regretting\\nAll the changes wrought upon him.\\nThen appeared the Au-die-ne-ta,\\nAnd she filled his heart with gladness.\\nCourage now, my U-ri-on-tah,\\nThou shalt soon become Immortal;\\nThen again will we, returning\\nTo our Indian life and customs,\\nLive forever in the wild-wood,\\nYouth and beauty never fading.\\nThink of all the days before us,\\nLiving mong the birds and flowers,\\n63", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0073.jp2"}, "74": {"fulltext": "THE SONG OF U-RI-ON-TAH.\\nHere between the sea and mountain\\nMid the brooks, and rocks, and forest\\nEvermore will we be happy.\\nNow the pale-face U-ri-on-tah\\nGazed in silence on the Princess,\\nWhile she spake these words of comfort.\\nThen he started on his journey.\\nNight and day he traveled westward,\\nAnd he came to Ot-zin-ach-son\\nThence he followed up the river\\nTill he saw a narrow canon\\nWhere it cleft a lofty mountain,\\nAnd a rapid stream was flowing\\nDown the canon to the river\\nOf the lovely Ot-zin-ach-son.\\nHere the pale-face U-ri-on-tah\\nStood and gazed upon the mountains\\nAnd the grandly flowing river,\\nFor the sight was most entrancing.\\nThen the pale-face U-ri-on-tah\\nLooked about for Mighty Tam-a-rack.\\nThen a tall and solemn Chieftain\\nWith a dignified demeanor\\nGreets the pale-face, and with gestures\\nCasts a sign and gives a signal,\\nWhich the artless U-ri-on-tah\\nDid not grasp or know its meaning.\\nThen the tall and solemn Chieftain,\\nIn the language of the pale-face,\\nSpeaketh to the pale-face stranger\\n6 4", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0074.jp2"}, "75": {"fulltext": "IMMORTALITY.\\nThou art surely U-ri-on-tah\\nFrom the eastward thou hast journeyed,\\nComing far to meet the Chieftain,\\nTam-a-rack of the Sus-queh-an-nah.\\nNow, behold, I am the Tam-a-rack,\\nCome to lead thee through the canon.\\nThou hast need of all thy courage,\\nFor we soon must journey hither,\\nWhere the tribes are all assembled\\nRound the wigwam in the forest\\nAll the Chiefs of many nations,\\nGathered there to wait thy coming.\\nWe have heard of thy great daring\\nIn the mountains near the sunrise\\nThou art welcome, U-ri-on-tah!\\nNow began the upward journey\\nThrough the canon toward the forest\\nOn the mystic bridge they halted.\\nIn an instant without warning\\nU-ri-on-tah was an Indian.\\nThereupon the Mighty Tam-a-rack\\nTurned upon the Dusky Chieftain,\\nAnd with fierce and haughty manner,\\nAnd with voice both loud and angry,\\nHeard above the roar of waters,\\nSpake these words to U-ri-on-tah\\nWho has taught thee this great secret\\nSecret of the transformation\\nFrom the pale-face to the Indian?\\nTell me ere thou goest farther,\\n65", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0075.jp2"}, "76": {"fulltext": "THE SONG OF U-RI-ON-TAH.\\nFor thy life is now depending\\nOn thy answer to this question\\nAnswer quick, before I slay thee\\nNow the dauntless U-ri-on-tah\\nDrew himself up like a Warrior,\\nAnd with haughty, scornful gesture,\\nSpake he to the angry Tam-a-rack\\nWho appointed thee my master,\\nWho indeed would dare to stay me\\nOn my journey to the wigwam\\nStand aside, thou Mighty Tam-a-rack\\nFor, behold, I will not tell thee\\nWho hath taught me this great secret\\nI will hurl thee to the rapids,\\nWhere thou shalt be food for fishes,\\nShouldst thou dare to stay my progress\\nQuick as lightning darteth downward\\nOr the arrow from the bow-string,\\nTwo bright tomahawks were flashing\\nIn the sunlight, and the Chieftains,\\nEach with nerves of steel and sinews\\nStrong and wiry, faced each other.\\nAt this instant Bold Pal-met-tah\\nCame from out the deep, dark forest,\\nAnd he drew aside the Tam-a-rack,\\nAnd they counseled long together;\\nThen they turn to U-ri-on-tah\\nAnd again the Tam-a-rack speaketh\\nWe have counseled with each other,\\nAnd we give thee further trial.\\n66", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0076.jp2"}, "77": {"fulltext": "IMMORTALITY.\\nCast the sign and give the signal,\\nIf correct then thou art welcome.\\nThen the Dusky U-ri-on-tah\\nCast the sign and gave the signal,\\nAnd they welcomed him among them.\\nNow behold these stolid Chieftains\\nStealing through the gruesome forest,\\nKeeping near the mystic waters\\nLeading to the spring enchanted.\\nCasting now their bodies prostrate\\nDown upon the ground, they listen\\nWith an ear upon the dark earth\\nListen for the sound of Warriors\\nWho were hidden there in ambush,\\nLying there in many hundreds,\\nWaiting for the coming pale-face.\\nNow uprose the Mighty Tam-a-rack,\\nNow uprose the Bold Pal-met-tah,\\nOn their lips they press their fingers\\nAs a token of the silence\\nWhich the Dusky U-ri-on-tah\\nMust observe when moving forward\\nOn the trail now leading upward\\nTo the wigwam in the forest.\\nQuick they rush upon the ambush,\\nWhen uprise a hundred Warriors,\\nWho surround the Mighty Chieftains,\\nAnd with tokens of displeasure\\nThey demand of Mighty Tam-a-rack\\nWhy he did not bring the pale-face.\\n67", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0077.jp2"}, "78": {"fulltext": "THE SONG OF U-RI-ON-TAH.\\nThey were cheated of their victim,\\nAnd their looks were dark and threatening\\nAnd their speech betokened danger.\\nThen it was the Mighty Tam-a-rack\\nRaised aloft his voice of warning,\\nAnd he spake to all the Warriors\\nTold them of the pale-face coming\\nTo the borders of the forest\\nAt the mystic bridge, while pausing,\\nHow without a moment s warning\\nHe became an Indian Chieftain\\nHow the Tam-a-rack then beset him\\nTo betray the awful secret,\\nBut the Dusky U-ri-on-tah\\nHad defied the Mighty Tam-a-rack.\\nThen they seized the U-ri-on-tah\\nAnd they bound his hands behind him\\nWith the withes and thongs they bound him,\\nAnd they tied him to the pine-tree\\nOn the brink of wolf-den standing.\\nThen, returning to the wigwam,\\nThere they held a secret council.\\nNow the Calumet is lighted\\nAnd is passed around the circle,\\nWhile each Warrior draws the perfume\\nFrom the pipe of sweet tobacco.\\nAll their heads are now low bending\\nOn the breasts of those great Warriors\\nAll their voices hushed in silence\\nAs they sat before the wigwam\\n68", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0078.jp2"}, "79": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0079.jp2"}, "80": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0080.jp2"}, "81": {"fulltext": "IMMORTALITY.\\nIn the dark and gruesome forest.\\nClose beside the spring enchanted\\nThus they sat in gloomy silence,\\nTill at last the Mighty Tam-a-rack\\nRose and spake before his people\\nMany moons have come and vanished\\nSince the day when this great Nation\\nCalled me forth to reign as Chieftain,\\nAnd in many hard-fought battles\\nI have proved my manly courage.\\nIn the counsels of the Nation\\nI have always been respected.\\nWhen I speak my people listen,\\nFor my words are always truthful.\\nIn the hearts and in the faces\\nOf the Warriors now before me\\nI can read intent and purpose\\nTo destroy the U-ri-on-tah,\\nAnd I warn the angry Warriors\\nNot to harm the Dusky Chieftain.\\nFar away beyond the mountains\\nToward the sunrise are the people\\nKindred of the Au-die-ne-ta,\\nAnd they number many thousands\\nThey are fierce and mighty Warriors,\\nAnd they use the poisoned arrows,\\nAnd with aim almost unerring\\nThey avenge the slightest insult.\\nThey have sent the U-ri-on-tah\\nTo be made by us Immortal.\\n71", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0081.jp2"}, "82": {"fulltext": "THE SONG OF U-RI-ON-TAH.\\nLet us rise and bid him welcome.\\nI have spoken, quoth the Tam-a-rack,\\nAnd he sat among the Warriors.\\nThen uprose the Great Bald Eagle,\\nHe whose name yon mountain beareth,\\nAnd he thus addressed the council\\nWe have listened to the Tam-a-rack,\\nAnd most smoothly he hath spoken,\\nYet he does not deign to tell us\\nWhy this stranger, U-ri-on-tah,\\nComes to us a Dusky Chieftain.\\nIt is known to every Warrior\\nNot one here is made Immortal\\nIn this wigwam in the forest,\\nOnly those we choose to honor\\nFrom the people of the pale-face.\\nWe all know it is our purpose\\nTo reduce the pale-face numbers\\nBy our making them Immortal.\\nThus we change them into Indians,\\nThus we add them to our numbers,\\nThus we strengthen our own forces,\\nThus at last we hope to conquer.\\nWe select the strongest pale-face,\\nAnd we change him to an Indian,\\nWeakening thus the hated pale-face.\\nMany moons we trusted Tam-a-rack,\\nMany men has he brought hither,\\nPicked from out the pale-face nation,\\nAnd we all had learned to trust him.\\n72", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0082.jp2"}, "83": {"fulltext": "IMMORTALITY.\\nNot before has he deceived us\\nNow he comes with this strange story,\\nHow he met a worthy pale-face\\nOn the banks of Sus-queh-an-nah,\\nHow he led him through the cafion,\\nTo the mystic bridge he brought him,\\nThen the pale-face changed to Indian.\\nNow our noble Chieftain Tam-a-rack\\nAsks us all to still believe him,\\nAnd the Bold Pal-met-tah vouches\\nFor the story of the Tam-a-rack.\\nNow, my brethren of the forest,\\nListen well to all I tell you.\\nThere is treachery in our circle\\nWe will not believe the story\\nTold us by the Mighty Tam-a-rack,\\nFor he seeks to do us evil\\nAnd betray us to the pale-face.\\nLet us rise and grasp our arrows\\nAnd go up the hill behind us,\\nWhere the Dusky U-ri-on-tah\\nIs fast bound against the pine-tree\\nLet us bring the poisoned arrows,\\nLet us slay the U-ri-on-tah.\\nNow these fierce and angry Warriors\\nCircled round the mighty wigwam\\nTo the southward of the pine-tree\\nThere they halted in the forest,\\nFacing northward toward the pine-tree,\\nWhere fast-bound was U-ri-on-tah,", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0083.jp2"}, "84": {"fulltext": "THE SONG OF U-RI-ON-TAH.\\nOn the brink of wolf-den chasm.\\nStanding still and facing southward\\nU-ri-on-tah saw the Warriors,\\nSaw them fix the poisoned arrows,\\nSaw them draw the fateful bow-strings,\\nEvery arrow pointing toward him.\\nNow the heart of U-ri-on-tah\\nFelt a thrill of exultation,\\nFor he heard the soft voice calling\\nHe had heard when all the demons\\nWere upon him in the forest\\nDo not fear the angry Warriors\\nI will turn aside their arrows.\\nThen the great and brave Bald Eagle\\nSpake in loud voice to his Warriors\\nNow let each and every Warrior\\nDraw his arrow sure and steady\\nAt the heart of U-ri-on-tah\\nQuick the air was filled with arrows,\\nAnd they sped with lightning swiftness\\nToward the heart of U-ri-on-tah\\nBut, behold as came the arrows\\nThey were turned aside and downward,\\nAnd they fell within the wolf-den\\nNone had touched the U-ri-on-tah.\\nThen the braves in blank amazement\\nGazed upon the Dusky Chieftain,\\nAnd, behold while they were gazing\\nHe had changed again to pale-face,\\nAnd they fled in mortal terror\\n74", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0084.jp2"}, "85": {"fulltext": "QUICK THE AIR WAS FILLED WITH ARROWS.", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0085.jp2"}, "86": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0086.jp2"}, "87": {"fulltext": "IMMORTALITY.\\nDown the hill to where the Tam-a-rack\\nAnd the Great and Bold Pal-met-tah\\nSat in silence by the wigwam,\\nSmoking pipes of sweet tobacco.\\nNow the Warriors, rushing headlong\\nTo the presence of their Chieftain,\\nFell upon the ground around him,\\nWith their faces all turned downward.\\nNone dared speak before the Tam-a-rack,\\nTill at last the Great Bald Eagle\\nLifted up his voice in wailing:\\nWe have wronged thee, Noble Tam-a-rack\\nThou wert right about the pale-face,\\nHe no longer is an Indian.\\nWhen we bound him to the pine-tree\\nHe was then a Dusky Indian,\\nAnd we went up there to slay him,\\nKill him with our poisoned arrows,\\nBut they turned aside and downward\\nTo the bottom of the wolf-den.\\nAnd, behold, while we were wondering\\nAnd were gazing at the captive,\\nLo he changeth to a pale-face,\\nEven while we gazed upon him,\\nAnd we now believe thy story.\\nThus we wronged thee, Mighty Tam-a-rack\\nDo with us as seems most fitting.\\nWe will rise not till thou biddest,\\nWe await thy sternest judgment.\\nThen uprose the solemn Tam-a-rack,\\n77", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0087.jp2"}, "88": {"fulltext": "THE SONG OF U-RI-ON-TAH.\\nAnd he spake before his people\\nStand up thou, the Great Bald Eagle;\\nPlace this signet on thy finger,\\nHasten then down through the canon\\nTo the banks of Sus-queh-an-nah,\\nCross thou over to the northward,\\nHolding there aloft this signet\\nThou wilt search along the river.\\nWhen thou comest to the quarry-\\nSearch the glen until thou findest,\\nHid among the tangled wild-wood,\\nOne small tablet which was placed there\\nBy our greatest Chieftain, Wi-daagh.\\nMany moons ago twas placed there\\nWhere tis waiting for the moment\\nWhen his children shall find wisdom\\nTo reveal the wondrous secrets\\nWhich lie hidden in the quarry.\\nHear me well, thou Great Bald Eagle!\\nIf thou findest not the tablet\\nThou shalt die before returning,\\nFor the spirit of King Wi-daagh\\nHas sent here the U-ri-on-tah\\nTo reveal to our dear people\\nAll the secrets of the quarry.\\nWell I knew thou couldst not slay him\\nHe was guarded by the Princess,\\nDaughter of the Mighty Wi-daagh,\\nAnd that great and wondrous Chieftain\\nGave the Princess ample power\\n78", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0088.jp2"}, "89": {"fulltext": "IMMORTALITY.\\nTo protect the U-ri-on-tah.\\nThus it was thy poisoned arrows\\nCould not harm the Dusky Chieftain.\\nHasten now, thou Mighty Warrior,\\nAnd, returning, bring the tablet,\\nBring it safely to the wigwam.\\nLike the arrow from the bow-string\\nShot the strong and brave Bald Eagle\\nDown the valley, while the Tam-a-rack\\nBade his Warriors stand before him.\\nNow the gifted Sprou-to-wah-hah,\\nSachem or Ho-yar-na-go-war,\\nRaised his voice in solemn measure,\\nSaid twould be his greatest pleasure\\nTo release the U-ri-on-tah\\nAnd before he ceased from talking,\\nLo he up the pathway stalking\\nCame upon the U-ri-on-tah,\\nAnd released the thongs about him.\\nThen they started toward the wigwam\\nAnd were met by Bold Pal-met-tah\\nAnd the tall and Mighty Tam-a-rack.\\nThese four chieftains then assembled\\nJust above the spring enchanted,\\nThen they lifted up their voices\\nAnd they sang Old Sus-queh-an-nah\\nTill the woods were filled with music.\\n79", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0089.jp2"}, "90": {"fulltext": "March Time\\nAir\\nOn the Banks of tke Old Sus-queh-an-nab\\n5ona ot the Sweet Princes -O k\\nNo 3.\\ni\\ns\\nj e I j s b J r a rrrr g t r t-\u00c2\u00a3\\nS\\nAlto\\nB\\n-^^^4-^\\nJ3=\\nj j.jm n\\n5=5^\\nTenor\\ni 1 f g j i f f-r-^ -H^j- j.^-K^rr, r g\\nse\\nBass\\ny^nto-rrtf^ P E E\\nr=T j E\\nO O\\n\u00c2\u00a3=F=E\\n\u00e2\u0096\u00a0O o\\n^T T -N^\\nfe\\nR^^-^i i- I j J- J\\nm r m\\nF=FT\\nLtpj-, a j .ivx^jijL\\ng i p. r\\nO)\\ng g j i r/U j i.n j k 1 e E g J_q: jr./j^\\nY^-\\n2^:\\nJ j^-.j\\n*F\\nmzk\\nW\\nI 1 g U i l =*g\\n5us-quaH- r\\\\- naK\\n\u00c2\u00a3Eik\\n3=?\\nT=P\\nrf\\n5us-.quen-an-nah\\n1", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0090.jp2"}, "91": {"fulltext": "Song of the Sweet Princes.\\n\\\\_Repeat each line four times.]\\nOn the banks of the old Sus-queh-an-nah.\\nLochabar on the old Sus-queh-an-nah.\\nKing Wi-daagh on the old Sus-queh-an-nah.\\nKing s Rock on the old Sus-queh-an-nah.\\nTam-a-rack on the old Sus-queh-an-nah.\\nPal-met-tah on the old Sus-queh-an-nah.\\nU-ri-on-tah on the old Sus-queh-an-nah.\\nNe-ha-ha on the old Sus-queh-an-nah.\\nAp-pe-u-ne on the old Sus-queh-an-nah.\\nOn the banks of the old Sus-queh-an-nah.\\nSweet Princes on the old Sus-queh-an-nah.\\nOn the banks of the old Ot-zin-ach-son.\\nO. O. T. T. on the old Sus-queh-an-nah.\\nNip-pen-ose on the old Sus-queh-an-nah.\\nCar-ne-yah-quah on the old Sus-queh-an-nah.\\nLock-ar-da-no-mah on the old Sus-queh-an-nah.\\nSi", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0091.jp2"}, "92": {"fulltext": "THE SONG OF U-RI-ON-TAH.\\nThus the Warriors sang and chanted\\nTill the night fell down around them,\\nWith its dark wings overspreading\\nAll the grandly solemn forest,\\nWhile the Warriors smoked tobacco,\\nSmoked, and sang, and told their stories,\\nTill the gray of early morning\\nBroke upon the slumbering forest.\\nNow is heard the Great Bald Eagle\\nCrashing through the tangled woodland,\\nRushing swiftly to the Tam-a-rack,\\nHolding high aloft the tablet,\\nAnd he gave it to the Chieftain,\\nThen he sank before the wigwam,\\nFeeling faint, and tired, and thirsty,\\nAnd they gave him fire-water\\nWhile he rested from his journey.\\nThen he rose to tell the story\\nOf the finding of the tablet\\nHow he heard the night owls hooting\\nHow the ghosts beset his pathway\\nIn the glen beside the quarry\\nHow at last he found the tablet\\nCovered o er with leaves and brushes\\nHow his heart beat wild and joyous\\nWhen he held aloft the signet\\nWhich had led him to the tablet\\nHow he grasped the sacred symbol;\\nHow he swam the Sus-queh-an-nah\\nHow he hastened up the canon\\n82", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0092.jp2"}, "93": {"fulltext": "IMMORTALITY.\\nAt the mystic bridge he trembled,\\nFearing lest some evil spirit\\nMight then seize the sacred tablet,\\nLeaving him alone to perish\\nBy the edict of the Tam-a-rack\\nHow the specters followed closely,\\nAs he hastened to the wigwam\\nAnd delivered to the Tam-a-rack\\nThis strange, graven, mystic tablet.\\nHappy now the Great Bald Eagle\\nAnd they gave him fire-water.\\nTurning then, the solemn Tam-a-rack,\\nWithout speaking, gave the tablet\\nTo the pale-face U-ri-on-tah,\\nWho now gazed upon the key-stone\\nWith a solemn, steadfast gazing.\\nYet he spake not to the Warriors\\nStanding round about the pale-face,\\nWaiting well with wistful wonder.\\nStill the pale-face gazed in silence\\nOn the curious figures graven\\nOn the strange, mysterious tablet,\\nWhich was neither squared nor circled,\\nYet twas cut with care and wisdom.\\nOn one side was carved a circle,\\nAnd within this mystic circle\\nWere engraved mysterious letters.\\nAfter long and careful study\\nThen the pale-face broke the silence:\\nI know not the hidden meaning\\n83", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0093.jp2"}, "94": {"fulltext": "THE SONG OF U-RI-ON-TAH.\\nOf the carving on the tablet,\\nBut when I am raised Immortal\\nI can then reveal the secret.\\nNow begins the wildest tumult,\\nAnd they seize the U-ri-on-tah\\nAnd conduct him to the dungeon.\\nO er his eyes they place a bandage\\nMade from strips of softest leather\\nAnd they lead him to the forest\\nWhere the Sentinel is standing,\\nTallest pine in all the forest.\\nHere a charge to him is given\\nThen they lead him blindly forward\\nTo the cavern of the wolf-den,\\nThere another charge is given\\nThen they lead him quickly forward\\nAnd in darkness, lo he falleth\\nDown the rough and cragged cavern\\nFell the blinded U-ri-on-tah\\nPitching headlong down the chasm,\\nBounding from the rocks projecting,\\nBruised and bleeding U-ri-on-tah\\nFell within a den of serpents.\\nHere is where the sign is given\\nThen he finds the secret passage\\nLeading to another cavern,\\nWhere the grip to him is given.\\nThen he crawled upon his stomach\\nThrough a close and narrow passage\\nTo another gloomy cavern,\\n84", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0094.jp2"}, "95": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0095.jp2"}, "96": {"fulltext": "0B#?\\ndrag him downward into sheol.", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0096.jp2"}, "97": {"fulltext": "IMMORTALITY.\\nWhere the word is whispered to him\\nThence returning to the wigwam\\nWhere a feast is spread before him.\\nNow to him a name is given\\nA Sweet Prince of O. O. T. T.\\nAnd the first degree is ended.\\nNow should he survive the second\\nHe will then become Immortal.\\nNow the Sweet Prince leaves the wigwam,\\nWhere his eyes are tightly bandaged.\\nHe is taken to the wolf-den,\\nThere instructed in the secrets\\nOf the strange, mysterious order\\nThence is hurried to Ge-hen-na\\nHere the candidate is given\\nOne brief moment for reflection,\\nThen is quickly handed over\\nTo the care of imps of darkness,\\nWho, with diabolic laughter,\\nDrag him downward into sheol.\\nThen the Warriors, slow retiring,\\nStand around and, gazing upward,\\nChant a weird refrain while standing\\n3?", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0097.jp2"}, "98": {"fulltext": "Slow\\n]L r Tenor\\nR\\nequiem\\nr r i r t r r i r r r\\nNo 4.\\n^g=E\\nT\\n2QS!1erv0r\\ng B r\\ns\\nE g\\ntfTBass\\nr f i r =e\\nj-\\nZ n Ba.sj\\nj\\ni-j I, 1 i -r f i,f\\nTT^\\n3F\\n^ip\\nifeEE=EE3:\\nI\\ng I r- i f TTT^\\n5\\ni^g\\n7\\ng V p\\n^=3\\nr f 1 f r J J\\nM,P I\\nSi\\n^r L P\\n^w-\\n5S\\nf 1 i H^\\ni", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0098.jp2"}, "99": {"fulltext": "Requiem.\\nThou, Great Spirit, hear our wailing\\nSave, O save our brother dear,\\nIn the fiery furnace writhing\\nWhile no helping hand is near\\nSee the smoke is slow ascending,\\nAnd the fumes of brimstone rise.\\nHear the shrieks of gloating demons,\\nWhile the U-ri-on-tah dies\\nNow his soul is rent with anguish,\\nSee he writhes in direst pain.\\nSave, O save him, thou Great Spirit,\\nSend him back to us again\\n8q", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0099.jp2"}, "100": {"fulltext": "THE SONG OF U-RI-ON-TAH.\\nNow the sky is dark and threatening\\nSee the forks of lightning darting,\\nHear the roar of distant thunder;\\nNow the wind is shrieking madly\\nUp the canon, roaring, moaning,\\nLike some dire and hideous monster,\\nGrumbling, groaning, hissing, howling.\\nLo the awful cyclone cometh,\\nDrowning out the shrieks in sheol.\\nNow the cyclone calleth madly\\nTo the monstrous imps of darkness,\\nWho are dancing down in sheol\\nRound the form of U-ri-on-tah.\\nOnce again the cyclone calleth\\nOn the imps to cease their torment\\nAnd release the U-ri-on-tah,\\nLest he rend their hell asunder\\nWith one stroke of his forked lightning.\\nQuick the doors of sheol open\\nAnd the dauntless U-ri-on-tah\\nWalketh forth to greet the cyclone.\\nThen the Storm-King, swift retiring,\\nLeaves the heavens bright and shining,\\nWhile the Warriors quick assemble,\\nAnd they blindfold U-ri-on-tah,\\nThen conduct him in dread silence\\nTo the rock-cliff in the forest.\\nHere the silent Warriors, kneeling\\nRound the rock in mystic circle,\\nOffer up an invocation\\n9 o", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0100.jp2"}, "101": {"fulltext": "IMMORTALITY.\\nTo the spirit of their fathers,\\nAnd invoke his choicest blessing\\nOn the head of U-ri-on-tah.\\nNow they rise, and with great caution\\nWhisper secrets of the order\\nIn the ear of U-ri-on-tah\\nThen in silence they conduct him\\nTo the mystic pool of Giants.\\nHere they coil a cable round him\\nAnd they fasten weights upon him,\\nThen within the pool they cast him\\nAnd he sinks beneath the waters,\\nWhich then quickly close above him.\\nHe is lost to earthly vision,\\nAs he slowly settles downward\\nTill, one hundred fathoms sinking,\\nHe has reached the length of cable\\nWhich was fastened to his girdle.\\nNow the funeral dirge is sighing\\nThrough the overhanging branches,\\nAnd the Warriors join the chorus\\nOf the pines in plaintive wailing\\nO er the fate of U-ri-on-tah\\n91", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0101.jp2"}, "102": {"fulltext": "Dircje Slov\\nAir\\nThe Dirqe\\nNo 5,\\nf f r C4 j f 1 1 1 f=^f^\\nAlto\\nf\\npp. j. J I i j r j I r j j. JF^\\nr^\\nTenor\\nf f H T~T e g r\u00e2\u0080\u0094 s^-^\\nBE\\nBasi\\nS\\n\u00c2\u00abf\\nb g 1 V\\nr r r, r r r c\\n\u00c2\u00a3e\u00c2\u00a3\\n7\\ng 1 J- j I 1 C T P f f j g\\nj 1 j: r\\nI J. x\\nP\\n*=^z\\nj g. l e I r j r\\nr M T g 1 I if r r\\ns\u00c2\u00b1\\nE5\\ng i i i c\\n-JU 9 ni g\\nI j. i r c\\nr g B g\\nTT/yg-gW\\nn j- r j.", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0102.jp2"}, "103": {"fulltext": "The Dirge.\\nNow, alas his life is ended\\nHe has passed beyond the gates,\\nFor he knows naught of the secret\\nOf the loosening of the weights.\\nO the Giants now will get him,\\nAnd will feed him to their young.\\nSo, farewell, thou U-ri-on-tah\\nAt thy funeral we have sung.\\n93", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0103.jp2"}, "104": {"fulltext": "THE SONG OF U-RI-ON-TAH.\\nWhile the Warriors thus were singing\\nThey beheld the waters moving,\\nAnd the dauntless U-ri-on-tah\\nRaised his head above the surface.\\nHe was climbing up the cable,\\nWhile the water from his nostrils\\nWas expelled in gushing streamlets,\\nAnd the weights were left behind him.\\nHe was told the secret fastenings\\nBy the fairy who had saved him\\nFrom the demons in the forest.\\nNow they take him to the wigwam,\\nWhere an instrument is given,\\nAnd he seeks the spring enchanted,\\nWhere he casts upon the waters\\nThat of which he had been given.\\nWhen he feels the thrill upon him\\nHe withdraws from out the water\\nSomething which must now be nameless,\\nFor tis only to Sweet Princes\\nThat the name is ever whispered.\\nNow he walketh to the wigwam,\\nWhere a dish is set before him\\nAnd its odor breathes to heaven\\nFor he now is well-nigh famished\\nAnd he fain would take the morsel,\\nBut they seize the U-ri-on-tah\\nAnd conduct him to a dungeon\\nFor the last and hardest trial.\\nHere his hands are tied behind him,\\n94", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0104.jp2"}, "105": {"fulltext": "IMMOR TA LITY.\\nAnd he stands in total darkness.\\nNow he feels the awful presence\\nOf some frightful object near him\\nAnd a cold sweat starts upon him.\\nFar more dreadful than a dragon,\\nMore repulsive than a gorgon,\\nIs the breath of this destroyer\\nWho has swept the earth for ages,\\nNever failing yet to conquer\\nAll who breathe the air of heaven.\\nNow its dreadful arms are circling\\nRound the form of U-ri-on-tah.\\nAt this moment came a whisper\\nTwas the fairy from the forest,\\nWho was standing by the Chieftain.\\nThese the words the fairy whispered\\nFlee away, O Death, thou monster\\nThen the hideous creature vanished,\\nAs the light came streaming downward\\nAnd the awful place was lighted.\\nThen the Dusky U-ri-on-tah\\nFound the passage leading outward\\nTo the place where he was offered\\nOnce again the sweet ambrosia,\\nAnd, his hunger now returning,\\nHe partook of this rare morsel,\\nThough its name is never spoken.\\nOn the instant came the knowledge\\nThat at last he was Immortal\\nAnd behold he was an Indian,\\n95", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0105.jp2"}, "106": {"fulltext": "THE SONG OF U-RI-ON-TAH.\\nWith his feathers and his arrows\\nOn his breast were many spangles,\\nAnd his hair was black as midnight,\\nAnd his eyes were dark and piercing.\\nHail! Immortal U-ri-on-tah!\\nNow the council-fire was builded,\\nAnd the O. O. T. T. Chieftains\\nGathered round in mystic circle\\nThen the pipe of peace was lighted\\nAnd was passed around the circle\\nThen the speeches were in order,\\nAnd were given by the Chieftains\\nBy the Tall and Mighty Tam-a-rack,\\nBy the Great Chief Bold Pal-met-tah,\\nBy the Festive Sprou-to-wah-hah,\\nBy the Dusky U-ri-on-tah,\\nBy the Wondrous Chief Bald Eagle,\\nBy the Fiery Car-ne-yah-quah,\\nBy the Burning Bush, the Wa-hoo,\\nBy the Grand Lock-ar-da-no-mah,\\nBy the Great Chief Al-le-ghen-ny,\\nBy the Warrior Al-le-quip-pa,\\nBy the Great A-quash-i-co-la,\\nBy the Terrible The Ash-baugh,\\nBy the Black Hawk from the Beaver,\\nBy the Great Buck Cat-a-wis-sa,\\nBy the Big Chief Lack-a-wan-na,\\nBy the Chieftain Con-sho-hock-en,\\nBy the Great Da-gus-ca-hon-da,\\n9 6", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0106.jp2"}, "107": {"fulltext": "IMMORTALITY.\\nBy the Mighty Ho-ken-dau-qua,\\nBy the Great Chief Man-han-tan-go,\\nBy the savage Man-a-taw-na,\\nBy the Terrible Min-ne-qua,\\nBy the Warrior Mo-can-a-qua,\\nBy the Chief Mo-non-ga-he-la,\\nBy the Chieftain Mountain Eagle,\\nBy the Mighty Warrior Mon-sey,\\nBy the Wondrous Chief O-ko-me,\\nFrom the Valley of Lycoming.\\nMany other Chieftains also\\nSpake upon this great occasion.\\nThen the feast of O. O. T. T.\\nWas prepared by Little Beaver\\nFrom the Ju-ni-at-a country.\\nWhen the feast had been partaken\\nAnd the pipe of peace was passing,\\nThen the Great and Mighty Tam-a-rack\\nRose and spake before the people.\\nNow our brother U-ri-on-tah\\nHas been duly made Immortal,\\nWe all hope he may be able\\nTo unfold the secret meaning\\nOf the carving on the tablet.\\nLet us hear from U-ri-on-tah.\\nThen the Dusky Chieftain riseth,\\nAnd he spake before the Warriors\\nRound the council-fires now gathered\\nListen well, my Noble Chieftains,\\nWhile I tell the simple story\\n97", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0107.jp2"}, "108": {"fulltext": "THE SONG OF U-RI-ON-TAH.\\nOf the tablet wrought by Wi-daagh.\\nI will now reveal the meaning\\nOf the strange and mystic symbol\\nWhich is graven on the tablet.\\nHarken well and hear the story.\\nMany moons have come and faded\\nSince a fearless tribe of Indians\\nLived within the charming valley\\nOf the Great Chief Ton-a-wan-dah,\\nWhich lies eastward from the river\\nOf the wondrous On-qui-aah-ra.\\nIn this lovely On-ta-ro-ga\\nLived this mighty tribe of Indians,\\nAnd among them was a Chieftain,\\nFather of two stalwart Warriors.\\nOne was Dusky U-ri-on-tah\\nAnd the other Bold Pal-met-tah.\\nThis great Chieftain taught his children\\nHow to make the curious powder\\nWhich would harden in the water\\nAnd they built a mighty furnace\\nTo produce this wondrous powder,\\nAnd they built a lofty mortar\\nFor the grinding of the powder\\nThen they sold it to the pale-face\\nAnd they gathered in the wampum.\\nNow the Chieftain taught these Warriors\\nOf a secret, always hidden\\nBy the tribe of Ton-a-wan-dah,\\nHow to die although not dying,\\n9 8", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0108.jp2"}, "109": {"fulltext": "IMMORTALITY.\\nYet to die and reappearing\\nIn another form and body.\\nTransmigration was the secret.\\nThus have lived and died these Warriors\\nSince beginning of creation.\\nThus the Dusky U-ri-on-tah\\nCame to you from out the eastland,\\nWhere his father is the mountain\\nAnd the sea his loving mother;\\nCame he here to join the order,\\nWhich is greater than the secret\\nOf the laws of transmigration\\nIt is bliss to be Immortal\\nResteth now the U-ri-on-tah,\\nWhile the Calumet is handed\\nFrom one Warrior to another\\nTill it passed around the circle,\\nWhile the fragrance of tobacco\\nFills the nostrils of the Warriors\\nAnd the smoke rose, slowly curling\\nMid the branches of the forest,\\nFrom the Calumet of pipe-stone\\nWhich was sent from Min-ne-so-tah,\\nAs a present from a Chieftain,\\nFrom the Fiery Car-ne-yah-quah\\nTo the tall and Mighty Tam-a-rack;\\nAnd the pipe-stone bowl was graven\\nBy the hand of great Chief Red Cloud,\\nOn the banks of roaring Blue Earth\\n99", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0109.jp2"}, "110": {"fulltext": "THE SONG OF U-RI-ON-TAH.\\nFar beyond the Mis-sis-sip-pi,\\nAnd its stem a reed from Blue Earth\\nTo the reed were fastened feathers\\nFrom the wings of many eagles,\\nAnd the Calumet was worshipped\\nBy the Warriors in the forest.\\nNow the pipe of peace was finished,\\nAnd the Warriors sat in silence\\nWith their heads upon their bosoms.\\nThus they sat around the wigwam,\\nSitting thus in sweet communion,\\nWhile the stars were shining brightly,\\nAnd the wind among the branches\\nMurmured softly, whispering music\\nIn the ears of all the Chieftains,\\nBringing peace and sweet contentment.\\nThen uprose the Bold Pal-met-tah,\\nSlowly rising mong the chieftains,\\nAnd he gazed around the circle,\\nGazing calmly on the Warriors,\\nTill at last he broke the silence\\nAnd he spake before the people\\nListen now to Bold Pal-met-tah.\\nYou have heard the U-ri-on-tah\\nTell the story of the wonders\\nWhich are found in that great valley\\nValley of the Ton-a-wan-dah,\\nTo the eastward of the river\\nOf the wondrous On-qui-aah-ra\\nAnd the Dusky U-ri-on-tah", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0110.jp2"}, "111": {"fulltext": "IMMORTALITY.\\nTold you of a grand old Chieftain,\\nFather of two mighty Warriors,\\nHow in secret he had taught them\\nHow to make the wondrous powder.\\nMany things the U-ri-on-tah\\nTold you in his curious story,\\nAll of which were fairly truthful,\\nAll except the doubtful portion\\nWhere he claims to be my brother,\\nNow the truth is always welcome\\nIn this land of gallant Warriors,\\nAnd tis well that I am present\\nTo correct the playful errors\\nOf the Dusky U-ri-on-tah.\\nLong ago when Indian Summer\\nCame upon our hills and valleys,\\nAnd the air was soft and balmy,\\nBathing all the hazy landscape\\nIn a sweet and dreamy languor,\\nI was near Go-no-sa-aw-wa,\\nPlaying round about my Noh-yeh,\\nWho, beside the Go-ne-ga-da,\\nToiled in patience, slowly grinding\\nIndian corn, awhile the sunshine\\nSlanted down among the branches\\nOf the forest-trees about us.\\nI was young and tender-hearted,\\nAnd I gazed upon my Noh-yeh,\\nHalf in wonder, half in sorrow,\\nFor I saw the tears were standing", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0111.jp2"}, "112": {"fulltext": "THE SONG OF U-RI-ON-TAH.\\nOn her cheeks and coursing downward\\nWhile she worked the Go-ne-ga-da.\\nThen I drew up close beside her\\nAnd I put my arms about her,\\nTrying hard to cheer my Noh-yeh.\\nThen she led me toward the shadows,\\nAnd beside Go-no-sa-aw-wa\\nThere she told this curious story:\\nDost thou see thy Chieftain Ha-nih\\nAnd thy Da-ya-gwa-dan-no-da\\nWalking in the forest yonder\\nThey are thus together always,\\nNever one without the other.\\nWhen thy Ha-nih hunts the wild deer,\\nThen thy Da-ya-gwa-dan-no-da\\nHunts beside him in the forest,\\nAnd my heart is sore within me,\\nFor thy Ha-nih loves the pale-face\\nMore than I can bear to witness.\\nNow draw nigh, my son, and listen.\\nIn the days before thy birthday,\\nWhen the So-non-ton-he-ron-ons\\nFilled the forest round about us\\nWith their shouts of joy and gladness,\\nAs they chased the deer and bison\\nThrough the Ton-a-wan-dah valley,\\nThen it was thy Chieftain Ha-nih\\nWent away to seek for deer-meat.\\nHe was far within the forest\\nWhen he came upon a wolf-den.\\n102", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0112.jp2"}, "113": {"fulltext": "IMMORTALITY.\\nQuick he drew his surest arrows\\nAs a she-wolf came upon him,\\nBut she fell when pierced with arrows\\nFrom the bow-string of thy Ha-nih.\\nThen he searched the darksome wolf-den,\\nAnd brought forth a curious litter\\nOf young wolves, with one among them\\nWhich was quite unlike the others,\\nAnd thy Ha-nih gazed upon it\\nWith a look of earnest wonder.\\nThen he gently raised and turned it\\nOn its back and facing upward,\\nAnd its hair was soft and yellow\\nAnd its eyes were blue and smiling,\\nAs it looked up at thy Ha-nih,\\nWith its hands extended upward.\\nNow thy Ha-nih, speaking softly\\nTo himself, these words he uttered\\nThis young creature is a pale-face.\\nIt was stolen from the settlers\\nWho now dwell at Te-o-sah-wa,\\nAnd the she-wolf brought him hither.\\nShe has nursed it with her young ones,\\nAnd, as I have slain the she-wolf,\\nI must take the pale-face with me\\nTo my own Go-no-sa-aw-wa.\\nLess than this would be inhuman\\nFor to leave it here to perish\\nI would prove myself unworthy,\\nThen, when years have come upon me,\\ntf-\\n103", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0113.jp2"}, "114": {"fulltext": "THE SONG OF U-RI-ON-TAH.\\nThis she-wolf would rise to shame me.\\nThese the words thy Ha-nih uttered,\\nThen he gathered up the pale-face,\\nAnd he brought him to our wigwam\\nIn the charming On-ta-ro-ga,\\nAnd he bade me love the papoose\\nAs my own, and thus to rear it,\\nWhich has been a grievous burden.\\nl Thus the pale-face grew to manhood\\nNow he hunts beside thy Ha-nih,\\nWho now leaves my sons behind him.\\nAnd thy Ha-nih taught his children\\nTo be silent when the question\\nShould come up about the pale-face\\nBeing stolen from the settlers\\nBy the she-wolf in the forest.\\nWhen thy Ha-nih brought the pale-face\\nTo our own Go-no-sa-aw-wa,\\nThen he named the waif among us,\\nAnd he called him U-ri-on-tah.\\nNow, aside from this true story\\nWhich was told me by my Noh-yeh\\nAnd suppressed by U-ri-on-tah,\\nAll the rest that he has told you\\nI can vouch for every portion.\\nI have spoken, quoth Pal-met-tah,\\nAnd he sat among the Warriors.\\nThen uprose the Mighty Tam-a-rack,\\nHis dark eyes aflame with anger,\\nAnd his voice rose wild and fearful\\n104", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0114.jp2"}, "115": {"fulltext": "IMMORTALITY.\\nTill it shook the mighty forest,\\nWhen in tones of awful thunder\\nHe addressed the Bold Pal-met-tah\\nThou hast come here, Bold Pal-met-tah,\\nCome among this peaceful people,\\nTo create a dire disturbance.\\nThou hast thought to cast suspicion\\nOn the birth of U-ri-on-tah\\nThough thy words were sweet and honeyed,\\nThey were poisoned in the telling.\\nBy thy speech thou art convicted\\nThou wert taught by thine own father\\nTo be silent when the question\\nShould come up about the pale-face\\nBeing stolen from the settlers\\nBy the she-wolf in the forest,\\nYet thou didst not wait the raising\\nOf the question by my people.\\nUnder guise of being truthful\\nThou hast sprung the buried secret\\nOf the birth of U-ri-on-tah,\\nSeeking thus to cast suspicion\\nOn his name and reputation.\\nDost not know that thou hast spoken\\nWords which fall on these great Warriors\\nLike the Balm of Gilead, falling\\nOn the head of every Warrior?\\nDost not know that here are gathered\\nAll the Sus-queh-an-nah wolf-clans?\\nHere the wolf-clans always gather,\\n105", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0115.jp2"}, "116": {"fulltext": "THE SONG OF U-RI-ON-TAH.\\nAnd the story of the she-wolf\\nFalls most welcome on these Warriors,\\nFor the she-wolf here is worshipped\\nTherefore do we gladly welcome,\\nDoubly welcome, U-ri-on-tah.\\nSeated now was angry Tam-a-rack,\\nAnd he gazed upon the faces\\nOf the Warriors round the wigwam,\\nNoting signs of warm approval.\\nNow uprose the Bold Pal-met-tah,\\nAnd he drew from out his quiver\\nMany plugs of sweet tobacco\\nThese he handed to the Warriors,\\nEach a plug of sweet tobacco.\\nThen he spake before the Chieftains,\\nAnd his voice was soft and gentle.\\nThese the words the Big Chief uttered\\nFill the Calumet, my Warriors\\nLet us smoke to U-ri-on-tah.\\nNo one here can do him honor\\nGreater than the Bold Pal-met-tah.\\nWell I knew that here were gathered\\nWolf-clans of the Sus-queh-an-nah,\\nAnd I knew that they would gladly\\nListen to the she-wolf story.\\nAnd although it pained me greatly\\nTo divulge the truthful story\\nGainst the wishes of my Ha-nih,\\nYet so anxious am I always\\nTo do honor to my brother,\\n106", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0116.jp2"}, "117": {"fulltext": "IMMORTALITY.\\nI could not resist the impulse\\nFor I knew that when you heard it\\nYou would look on U-ri-on-tah\\nAs a worthy wolf-clan Chieftain.\\nThis my object in the telling\\nOf the birth of U-ri-on-tah,\\nTo exalt him in your presence,\\nNot to lower him among you\\nPerish such unworthy motives.\\nI have spoken, quoth Pal-met-tah.\\nNow uprose the Mighty Tam-a-rack,\\nAnd he smiled upon his people,\\nThen in words of gentle import\\nSpake he thus before the Warriors\\nI acknowledge Bold Pal-met-tah\\nIs a twister of the language,\\nAnd in words of honeyed phrases,\\nAnd with oil upon the hinges\\nOf his tongue, he turns a sentence\\nFraught with venom into sweetness.\\nWe accept his explanation,\\nWith his promise that hereafter\\nHe refrain from such proceedings.\\nLight the Calumet E-yan-sha,\\nLet us smoke the sweet tobacco\\nFurnished us by Bold Pal-met-tah.\\nNow the Calumet is lighted,\\nAnd the smoke is curling upward\\nThrough the branches in the forest,\\nWhile the moon is upward climbing\\n107", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0117.jp2"}, "118": {"fulltext": "THE SONG OF U-RI-ON-TAH.\\nO er the peaks of Mount MacClintoch,\\nAnd the top of Leadpoint glistens\\nGainst the northern sky like silver,\\nAnd the crags are casting shadows\\nDown athwart the gloomy chasms,\\nDown the Last-Drop canon gleaming,\\nWhile adown the mystic canon\\nRushes wild the stream enchanted.\\nNow behold the headless horseman,\\nKeeping close along the pathway\\nAt the foot of Mount MacClintoch,\\nFlying swiftly up the canon\\nSee this weird, uncanny rider,\\nWith both whip and spur he urges,\\nSwifter flies his foaming charger,\\nAs he dashes up the pathway\\nLeading to the haunted castle\\nWhich is gleaming in the moonlight.\\nNow the great hall door is swinging,\\nOn its massive hinges turning,\\nOpens wide with no one near it,\\nFor the Princess Ma-ri-on-ta\\nAnd the charming Em-i-le-ta\\nHave in terror sought their chambers.\\nThrough the open door now dashing,\\nDown the stony stairway flashing,\\nWith his sword and buckler glistening\\nIn the moonlight, through the doorway,\\nDown the stairway to the dungeon\\nPasses on the headless horseman.\\n108", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0118.jp2"}, "119": {"fulltext": "IMMORTALITY.\\nWhence he comes no one can tell it\\nWhen he goes no one can hear him\\nNeither is he seen to vanish.\\nWhile he stays within the dungeon\\nWhere the restless spirits linger,\\nAlways waiting, watching, sighing,\\nTill this ghostly rider cometh,\\nThen is heard the wildest tumult,\\nGroans, and shrieks, and ghoulish laughter\\nThen, when they again are silent,\\nIt is known the headless horseman\\nHas departed none know whither.\\nNow fair Lochabar is silent,\\nSave the night-birds mournful tuning,\\nWhile the moon is softly shining\\nO er the tree-tops in the forest,\\nWhere the smoke is curling upward\\nFar above the topmost branches,\\nWhile beneath, the brave young Warriors\\nSmoke the Calumet together.", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0119.jp2"}, "120": {"fulltext": "THE SONG OF U-RI-ON-TAH.\\nCHAPTER III.\\nSTORY OF THE TABLET.\\nNow uprose the Great Bald Eagle,\\nAnd he thus addressed the circle\\nWill this noble band of Warriors\\nHear the voice of Great Bald Eagle,\\nHe whose home is in the mountains,\\nDimly seen beyond this valley?\\nWhere the cliffs of Great Bald Eagle\\nLoom above the Ot-zin-ach-son,\\nThere he dwells among the eagles,\\nAnd his name will be remembered\\nWhile the sun shines and the rain falls\\nOn the mountains where he dwelleth.\\nHe has come from out his fastness,\\nCome to greet the worthy members\\nOf the wondrous O. O. T. T.\\nCome to meet the U-ri-on-tah,\\nAnd to hear him tell the story\\nOf the language of the tablet.\\nLet us listen to the story.\\nThen the Dusky U-ri-on-tah,\\nStanding up among the warriors,\\nWhile his hair, as black as midnight,\\nHangs in braids upon his shoulders,\\nWith the eagles feathers fastened\\nIn his hair around his forehead,", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0120.jp2"}, "121": {"fulltext": "STORY OF THE TABLET.\\nHe now takes the mystic emblem\\nFrom the hand of Mighty Tam-a-rack,\\nAnd he gazes long and wistful\\nOn the signs within the borders\\nOf the circle on the tablet.\\nThen the voice of U-ri-on-tah\\nRises clear around the circle\\nOf the Warriors by the wigwam.\\nThese the words the Chieftain uttered\\nListen well, my wolf-clan brothers,\\nWhile I answer Bold Pal-met-tah,\\nAfter which will come the story\\nOf the strange and mystic tablet.\\nI have told you of the story,\\nOf the gift which my forefathers\\nAlways held a precious secret\\nSecret of the transformation.\\nOther tribes knew not the secret.\\nI was taught by my forefathers\\nHow to use the wondrous power.\\nSince that time my body often\\nHas been gathered to my fathers,\\nYet the spirit, ever wakeful,\\nSeeks another way to enter\\nHere on earth the form it chooses.\\nIn my search through many countries\\nFor a body to my liking,\\nOften have I felt it needful\\nTo uplift some lowly mortal.\\nThus it was with Bold Pal-met-tah.", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0121.jp2"}, "122": {"fulltext": "THE SONG OF U-RI-ON-TAH.\\nI had seen that he was lowly,\\nYet by culture might be lifted\\nUp above the life about him,\\nShould I let him call me brother,\\nCall me Da-ya-gwa-dan-no-da.\\nSo the world has looked upon us,\\nIt has helped the Bold Pal-met-tah\\nSo, when he had grown to manhood,\\nThen I journeyed to the eastland\\nAnd was slain upon an island\\nDown the Ca-ho-ha-ta-te-a.\\nThence, between the sea and mountain,\\nIn a wild and mystic forest\\nI was buried for a season,\\nAnd I slept awhile forgotten,\\nTill the sea and mountain wedded,\\nShe my Noh-yeh, he my Ha-nih\\nThus you know the U-ri-on-tah.\\nNow go back to Bold Pal-met-tah,\\nWhere the tribe of Ton-a-wan-dah\\nRaised up warriors by the thousands\\nYou have heard the Bold Pal-met-tah\\nTell the story of his Ha-nih\\nHow he thought I had been stolen\\nFrom the early pale-face settlers.\\nThis, my Warriors, was an error\\nWhich I never contradicted.\\nLet the wolf-clan hear the story\\nFrom the lips of U-ri-on-tah\\nThat she-wolf was my own mother", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0122.jp2"}, "123": {"fulltext": "STORY OF THE TABLET.\\nNow the voice of U-ri-on-tah\\nWas drowned out in frenzied uproar\\nEvery Warrior, rushing forward,\\nGrasped the Dusky U-ri-on-tah,\\nPlaced him on their stalwart shoulders,\\nBore him through the somber forest,\\nYelling, screaming, wild, excited,\\nCrazed with joy and exultation,\\nShouting, singing, laughing, dancing,\\nUp and down the mighty forest\\nTill they woke the sleeping Giants,\\nWho arose upon the surface\\nOf the pool within the forest,\\nLooked about in wild-eyed terror,\\nWondering what uncanny demons\\nHad possessed the swarthy Warriors,\\nWho went singing through the forest.\\nThis the song the Warriors chanted\\n3", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0123.jp2"}, "124": {"fulltext": "Quick step t ime\\nSong of the Wolf-Clan\\nNo 6.\\nTerxo\\nj| r- t i. |j f. j 1 1 r, r. j j r, r U ^tt\\ny-\\n1 Ba\u00c2\u00bb\\nB ft t ti t it t) i b 1 1 ggHiS 1 1 t p^g\\n5P\\nF\\n\u00c2\u00a32* Bass\\n9frtrfrfl-j- r j a m r H^H^t-trre^r-rrrr jj r\\nIe\\nr\\n5F\\nM ^t f- H B I E 6 E r+W i g l ^V-tT[t F g g\\n-v\\njfc\u00c2\u00b1\u00c2\u00b1t\\nF\\nj I I g j Ito re rThrrrrhrix j t i j r- 1 11 H f, i H\\nF\\ny-mtfw-n c- f- c- r 1 mn^i |Ttt^|tt f.t\\nI j Jimrrrrr r 1 E 1 1 J H 1 1 J\\ns^\\nRepeat yWsj\\nj ;j-f, rm\\nFR E r I I f, g g\\n-j-. e ;;i j fi- j", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0124.jp2"}, "125": {"fulltext": "Song of the Wolf-Clan,\\nNow the wolf-clan is made happy,\\nNow the wolf-clan sings and dances,\\nNow the wolf-clan breathes contented,\\nNow the wolf-clan s joy enhances.\\nWe have found the Mystic Warrior,\\nAnd the she-wolf was his mother.\\nHe was born in she-wolf cavern,\\nAnd, behold, he is our brother!\\nDance and sing, ye wolf-clan Warriors,\\nMake the woods ring loud and louder\\nShout and beat the Ta-wa-e-gun,\\nEvery moment grow we prouder\\nMany moons have we been waiting\\nFor the coming of this brother,\\nFounder of the wolf-clan order,\\nFor the she-wolf was his mother\\n115", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0125.jp2"}, "126": {"fulltext": "THE SONG OF U-RI-ON-TAH.\\nAll night long thus sang the Warriors,\\nWhile the Snig-e-i was flowing\\nLike a streamlet through the forest,\\nTill at last the, gray dawn, creeping\\nOver mountain, stream, and valley,\\nFound the Warriors quick assembling\\nRound the wigwam where the Chieftain\\nU-ri-on-tah held the tablet.\\nHe had held it to his bosom\\nAll night long throughout the forest.\\nNow he studied close the meaning\\nOf the symbols in the circle,\\nTill at last the Dusky Chieftain\\nHeld aloft the snow-white tablet,\\nAnd his eyes now gleamed with wisdom.\\nHe had solved the mystic emblems.\\nThus he spake before the Warriors\\nHear me, O ye Mighty Warriors\\nThus I read the hidden secret,\\nWhich has puzzled all the Chieftains\\nSoon the secret will unravel.\\nShould the Warriors, when they hear it,\\nTire of listening to the story,\\nKnow at least the U-ri-on-tah\\nSolves the problem for his brethren.\\nIn the days when Great King Wi-daagh\\nLived beside the Sus-queh-an-nah,\\nWhen he found that wily William\\nHad outwitted him in trading,\\nWhen the artful Penn had taken\\n116", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0126.jp2"}, "127": {"fulltext": "STORY OF THE TABLET.\\nAll his lands along the valley\\nOf the wondrous Sus-queh-an-nah\\nAll the lands between the mountains\\nOn the borders of the river,\\nAnd had paid him off in trinkets\\nWhich were only fit for children,\\nThen he carved this curious tablet.\\nWhile the Great and Mighty Wi-daagh\\nWas not skilled in trinket trading,\\nYet he had a wondrous wisdom\\nFar beyond his tribe and kindred,\\nAnd the Great Chief Nip-pen-o-wi\\nKnelt before the Mighty Wi-daagh,\\nLearning wisdom from the teachings\\nOf the King of Kings, the Wi-daagh.\\nNow this Great and Mighty Chieftain\\nHad discovered something wondrous\\nOn the left bank of the river\\n0f the grand old Sus-queh-an-nah\\nIt was in the rocks he found there.\\nThen he built himself a bonfire,\\nAnd he placed the rock upon it,\\nAnd he heated it to redness;\\nThen he ground it into powder,\\nAnd he mixed it then with water\\nAnd, behold, the mixture hardened\\nWhen he rolled it into pellets\\nThen he gathered up some fragments\\nOf the rocks beside the river\\nAnd he fastened them together\\n117", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0127.jp2"}, "128": {"fulltext": "THE SONG OF U-RI-ON-TAH.\\nWith the water and the powder,\\nAnd, behold, these broken fragments\\nGrew together as by magic\\nThen he placed them in the river,\\nAnd they did not fall asunder\\nWater only made them firmer.\\nNow the heart of Mighty Wi-daagh\\nPained him sorely for the losing\\nOf his land beside the river,\\nFor it held a greater treasure\\nThan all other lands before him.\\nOn King s Rock the Chieftain lingered,\\nAnd he overlooked the valley\\nMany miles in all directions.\\nAll was his before the trading,\\nAnd the trinkets Penn had given\\nHad long since been worn and wasted,\\nAnd his heart sank in his bosom\\nWhen he pondered on the matter.\\nYet, of all the lands before him,\\nNone contained this precious substance\\nBut the land where he was standing.\\nHe alone possessed the secret\\nOf this wonder-working powder.\\nNow a mighty thought possessed him,\\nHow could he hand down the secret\\nTo the red-men of the forest\\nAnd not let the hated pale-face\\nLearn the secret of the powder\\nAll night long he sat and pondered.\\n118", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0128.jp2"}, "129": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0129.jp2"}, "130": {"fulltext": "AND BESIDE THE SPRING ENCHANTED.", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0130.jp2"}, "131": {"fulltext": "STORY OF THE TABLET.\\nNow the pale-face owned the quarry,\\nKnowing nothing of the secret,\\nAnd he hated every pale-face,\\nFor his heart was with his people.\\nHow could he preserve the secret\\nThrough the ages now before him\\nMany moons must come and vanish\\nEre his people have the wisdom\\nTo possess, yet keep the secret\\nFrom the hungry, grasping pale-face.\\nThus the night wore on in sadness,\\nAnd the morning light was stealing\\nUp the valley of the river\\nEre the Great and Mighty Wi-daagh\\nHad the thought borne in upon him\\nHow to hand the wondrous secret\\nDown the ages to his children.\\nHe would carve upon a tablet\\nMystic signs within a circle,\\nWhich no pale-face could interpret,\\nNeither could the red-men read it\\nUntil they were made Immortal.\\nIn the dark glen now he rested,\\nAnd in sleep he had a vision\\nHe was wandering, in his dreaming,\\nIn the land of Nip-pen-o-wi,\\nAnd beside the spring enchanted,\\nWhere we here are now assembled,\\nHe was resting from his labors,\\nWhen he felt the mighty presence\\n121", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0131.jp2"}, "132": {"fulltext": "THE SONG OF U-RI-ON-TAH.\\nOf a spirit standing o er him,\\nAnd the spirit spake to Wi-daagh\\nRest in peace, thou good King Wi-daagh;\\nFor the time is surely coming\\nWhen a tribe of Indian Warriors\\nWill assemble here to worship\\nThey will found a mighty order,\\nTwill be known as O. O. T. T.\\nThey will hold a wondrous secret,\\nWhich will make them all Immortal\\nThere will be among their number\\nMany children of the Wi-daagh.\\nThere will also come among them\\nHe who won the charming Princess,\\nA descendant of King Wi-daagh.\\nHe will join the secret order\\nAnd become an O. O. T. T.\\nHe will then be raised Immortal,\\nAnd by reason of the power\\nGiven him by Au-die-ne-ta,\\nDaughter of the Great King Wi-daagh,\\nAnd who also is Immortal,\\nHaving power of divination,\\nHanded down for generations,\\nShe will teach the U-ri-on-tah\\nThis great secret of her fathers.\\nHe will read the mystic figures\\nThou shalt carve upon the tablet\\nHe will read them to thy children\\nHere beside the spring enchanted,", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0132.jp2"}, "133": {"fulltext": "STORY OF THE TABLET.\\nWhere will rise a mighty wigwam.\\nHere thy children will assemble\\nThey will hear the wondrous story\\nOf the finding of the tablet\\nHow the great and Mighty Tam-a-rack,\\nA descendant of King Wi-daagh,\\nShall be searching near the quarry,\\nWhere he moved some leaves and litter\\nIn the glen beside the river\\nAnd beheld the mystic tablet,\\nThen he took it to the brooklet,\\nWhere he washed it white as marble\\nHow he pondered o er the symbol,\\nYet he could not find the cipher\\nTo interpret all its meaning\\nHow with care he hid the tablet\\nIn the glen beside the brooklet,\\nThen he called the tribes together\\nAnd they sent for U-ri-on-tah,\\nWho was raised as an Immortal\\nHow the Tam-a-rack sent Bald Eagle\\nTo the glen to find the tablet,\\nWho should bring it to the wigwam\\nWhere the U-ri-on-tah read it\\nTo the O. O. T. T. council.\\nThus the dream of Wi-daagh ended\\nWhen he woke the sun was shining\\nIn his face while yet he dreameth\\nYet he thought of all his dreaming,\\nAnd his heart was light and happy.\\n123", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0133.jp2"}, "134": {"fulltext": "THE SONG OF U-RI-ON-TAH;\\nNow the way was clear before him,\\nFor he knew that his own children\\nWould rise up and call him blessed.\\nThen he found a slab of marble\\nIn the bottom of the river,\\nWhich he carried to his wigwam.\\nMany moons he spent in carving\\nAll the symbols on the tablet,\\nWhich was neither square nor circled.\\nWhen at last his work was ended,\\nThen he hid the mystic tablet\\nIn the glen beside the river.\\nThen his heart was sad and heavy\\nFor the sufferings of his children,\\nWho were driven from their hearthstones\\nAnd he sank beneath the burden\\nAnd was gathered to his fathers.\\nNow the meaning of the letters\\nWhich are carved within the circle\\nAre not easy to interpret,\\nFor the great and good King Wi-daagh\\nPoured his soul out on these letters.\\nBut, as well as I am able,\\nI will follow his own language\\nIn the great and wondrous future,\\nWhen two thousand moons have vanished,\\nAll the red-men of the valley\\nShall have passed away in silence.\\nThen my spirit will awaken,\\nAnd will draw from out the people\\n124", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0134.jp2"}, "135": {"fulltext": "STORY OF THE TABLET.\\nPeople of the pale-face nation\\nMany men who love the forest\\nAnd the ways of mighty Warriors.\\nThey will have the blood within them\\nOf the great and Mighty Wi-daagh\\nIn the forest they will gather\\nAnd will found a mystic order\\nTwill be called the O. O. T. T.\\nThey will then preserve the secret\\nHow to make themselves Immortal.\\nThey will find this mystic tablet\\nIn the glen where I shall hide it\\nThey will find a way to read it\\nThey will build a mighty furnace\\nFor the making of the powder\\nWhich is needed by the pale-face,\\nAnd will gather in the wampum\\nThey will build a comely wigwam,\\nClose beside the spring enchanted\\nThey will dedicate the wigwam\\nTo their greatest King, the Wi-daagh,\\nWho will ever hover near them,\\nAnd will bless their undertaking.\\nOn the walls within the wigwam\\nThey will place the Wi-daagh s likeness\\nThey will study it intently,\\nTill at last they feel my presence\\nThus will I preserve my children.\\nIn the days to come the Tam-a-rack\\nWill erect a costly tombstone\\n125", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0135.jp2"}, "136": {"fulltext": "THE SONG OF U-RI-ON-TAH.\\nOn the spot where I have rested\\nMany days beside the waters\\nOf the wondrous spring enchanted,\\nWhere the mystic stream is flowing\\nClose beside the rocky ledges.\\nThere the great and good Chief Tam-a-rack\\nWill erect for me a tombstone\\nAnd my spirit there will linger\\nIn the niche within the tombstone,\\nIn the monument to Wi-daagh.\\nWhen the Warriors there assemble,\\nIf their hearts are true and earnest\\nAnd they call me most sincerely,\\nThey will find their King, the Wi-daagh,\\nWill come forth at their entreaty\\nThus will I preserve my children.\\nl It is finished and King Wi-daagh\\nMakes his mark upon the tablet\\nHe has passed beyond the river\\nAnd is royal in the heavens,\\nWhere beneath the arch he standeth,\\nA companion of the spirits.\\nThus the reading of the tablet\\nBy the Dusky U-ri-on-tah\\nAnd he gave it to the Tam-a-rack,\\nWho, with reverence and silence,\\nHeld it up before the Warriors,\\nWhen they fell upon their faces,\\nAnd, in silence and devotion,\\nGave their hearts to good King Wi-daagh.\\n126", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0136.jp2"}, "137": {"fulltext": "STORY OF THE TABLET.\\nNow the night is fast advancing,\\nYet the Warriors had not risen\\nSilence reigns throughout the forest,\\nSave the night-birds plaintive music,\\nAnd the wind is gently rising,\\nSlender saplings softly swaying,\\nAnd the full moon climbing upward,\\nWith the midnight moment coming.\\nOn the instant when it cometh\\nThen the Mighty Tam-a-rack, rising,\\nWhile his lips are closed in silence,\\nHolds aloft the mystic tablet.\\nOne by one the Chieftains, rising,\\nSteal away alone in darkness,\\nNot a word the silence breaking\\nTill at last the Mighty Tam-a-rack\\nStands alone within the forest,\\nWhile the Dusky U-ri-on-tah,\\nGliding down the mystic waters,\\nComes again upon the Wos-gwah,\\nAnd was changed upon the instant\\nFrom a Chieftain to a pale-face.\\nThus he journeyed to the eastland,\\nAnd at last, within his wigwam\\nThere between the sea and mountain,\\nFinds the Princess Au-die-ne-ta,\\nWatching, waiting for his coming,\\nIn the garb of Indian Princess.\\nOn the instant when he saw her\\nU-ri-on-tah changed to Indian,\\n127", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0137.jp2"}, "138": {"fulltext": "THE SONG OF U-RI-ON-TAH.\\nAnd was welcomed by the Princess.\\nNow indeed were both Immortal,\\nNever knowing more of sorrow\\nNever more will they grow older\\nThey will wander in the forest,\\nThere between the sea and mountain,\\nHappy in the joy of living,\\nCaring nothing for the future,\\nWhich was robbed of all its terrors,\\nFor indeed were both Immortal\\n-^o^\\n128", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0138.jp2"}, "139": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0139.jp2"}, "140": {"fulltext": "MIGHTY TAM-A-RACK.", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0140.jp2"}, "141": {"fulltext": "TAM-A-RACK.\\nCHAPTER IV.\\nSONG OF THE MIGHTY TAM-A-RACK.\\nWhen the Autumn-leaves are turning,\\nShowing red, and green, and golden\\nOn the mountain-sides and foot-hills\\nWhen the song-birds flock in Autumn,\\nEach kind seeking out its kindred,\\nMaking ready for the journey\\nTo the southern skies together\\nWhen the squirrels leap and chatter\\nAs they gather stores for winter\\nWhen the southern flight of mallards\\nMay be seen in countless numbers\\nFlying swiftly o er the waters,\\nSkimming just above the surface,\\nUp and down the Ot-zin-ach-son\\nThere the Warriors always gather\\nFor the council and the corn-dance\\nAt the enchanted spring assemble\\nRound the wigwam in the forest.\\nHere the council-fires are builded,\\nAnd the Suc-co-tash is boiling,\\nWhile the Warriors sit together\\nIn a circle, and the Sachems\\nOne by one address the Warriors,\\nWho in silence sit and listen.", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0141.jp2"}, "142": {"fulltext": "THE SONG OF U-RI-ON-TAH.\\nMany are the tales of sorrow\\nTold by old and honored Sachems,\\nOf the wrongs the red-men suffer\\nAt the hands of pale-face people,\\nWho are pressing harsh and cruel\\nOn the rights of honest red-men.\\nWhen the Sachems cease from speaking,\\nThen the Warriors join in council,\\nAfter which they sit in silence.\\nThen are seen the young braves stealing\\nFrom behind the trees and bushes\\nIn the forest round about them,\\nWhile the paint, and bells, and feathers\\nGrace the forms of these young Chieftains,\\nWho in silence are assembling\\nRound the council-fires now burning,\\nAnd they raise the fearful war-cry\\nThen begins the wondrous corn-dance\\nTo the noisy Ta-wa-e-gun,\\nAnd they cease not till the red sun\\nSinks behind the western mountains.\\nSoon the moon comes creeping upward\\nO er the valley to the eastward,\\nAnd the Suc-co-tash is eaten,\\nAnd the harvest pipe is passing,\\nWhile the Warriors sit in silence\\nWith their heads bent on their bosoms.\\nNow uprose the Sprou-to-wah-hah\\nAnd he spake before the people\\n132", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0142.jp2"}, "143": {"fulltext": "TAM-A-RACK.\\nLet us sing a song, my Nobles,\\nAfter which, with your approval,\\nWe will listen to the Tam-a-rack,\\nWho will tell some truthful stories\\nWhich relate to this fair valley.\\nThen the Sprou-to-wah-hah singeth,\\nAnd his voice was soft and mellow\\nAs he led the Noble Warriors,\\nWho, with wild and glad rejoicing,\\nSang the chorus while the Chieftain\\nSang the solo sweet and charming\\n133", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0143.jp2"}, "144": {"fulltext": "Lochabar\\nSol.\\nMo 7.\\njj rj\\\\i n ii j^tji r r j p M i^\\n1 i j-jJ- j^^-4\\n3E\u00c2\u00a3E3E\\n5E\\n2^F\\n=3=5=\\n4/TN\\nf r, r i j JW- nrrr\u00e2\u0080\u0094r^rfnnrm^ ^i\\nChorus\\nAir\\nT~T 1 1 I 1 r 1 f 1 n- TO 1 1 1 IP!\\nAlto\\nfjN j j- j. H-V j.^ Up J- J-4JI d /-rt\\nT ff\\nTenor\\nr\\\\ i i^j- j 1 1 x j-rt_E k r t. r j i j\\n9\\nW\\nBass\\n/r\u00c2\u00bb\\nS Jl J. r j. j i r- r ye L i ft\\nS\\n5\\n/u/\\nRepeat\\nE B f i\\nj ^n i j- r. g i Eg\\nM^\\n-0*\\n14^1\\nRepeat\\npear gg\\nH- i J g .r-n j- i j- j i i\\nt\\nfk\\nRggsLa\\n*-^-t- j f I C J. Sl\\\\ f g j ,M j\\nA^y", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0144.jp2"}, "145": {"fulltext": "Song of Lochabar*\\nIn Lochabar s fair forest,\\nBeside the mystic stream,\\nHow often have I wandered\\nAlone to rest and dream\\nAnd beside the spring enchanted,\\nWhere the mystic stream doth rise,\\nHave I sat and lived in rapture\\nBeneath its azure skies\\nAround the spring enchanted\\nWhere the lofty pines doth stand\\nAnd sing their solemn dirges,\\nSo plaintive, weird, and grand,\\nThere the angels hover o er me\\nIn the quiet woodland shade,\\nWhile I listen to the brooklet\\nAs it courses down the glade.\\nO er the peaks of Mount MacClintoch\\nThe moon is shining bright\\nSoon its rays o erspread the forest\\nAnd illuminate the night,\\nLighting up the spring enchanted,\\nWhile around its borders stand\\nAll the Chiefs of O. O. T. T.,\\nMighty Warriors, brave and grand.\\n135", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0145.jp2"}, "146": {"fulltext": "Song of Lochabar*\\n[Continued.]\\nDown the ages since King Wi-daagh\\nStood beside the mystic stream\\nHas the God of Wi-daagh lingered\\nAnd his eyes like diamonds gleam,\\nHid among the rocks which border\\nRound the spring in circles bold.\\nNone can see unless by favor\\nOf the God so stern and cold.\\nWhen the sun has crossed the zenith\\nOn its way to western skies,\\nAnd the hour of three approaches\\nThen the Chiefs will all arise,\\nAnd, with eyes aflame with rapture,\\nWill assemble round the spring,\\nWatching for the faintest welcome\\nFrom the God of Wi-daagh, King.\\nChorus.\\nLet us sing once more together,\\nIn a chorus, wild and grand.\\nHere s to Lochabar forever\\nTis the fairest in the land.\\n136", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0146.jp2"}, "147": {"fulltext": "TAM-A-RACK.\\nWhen the last note had subsided\\nThen the Mighty Tam-a-rack speaketh,\\nThese the words the Chieftain uttered\\nYou behold how yonder mountains\\nStretch away beyond the vision,\\nWhile the wondrous Mount MacClintoch\\nAnd the dreamy, misty Leadpoint\\nNow look down upon my wigwam.\\nIt is fitting, then, that Tam-a-rack\\nShould relate the wondrous stories\\nWhich are centered round this valley\\nLochabar, the true Val-hal-la,\\nWith its mountains bathed in azure,\\nWith its forests and its canons,\\nWith its wondrous lights and shadows,\\nWith its trout stream, laughing, dashing\\nGainst the base of Mount MacClintoch,\\nAs it curves and turns and hastens\\nDown the valley toward the canon\\nSee the Ap-pe-u-ne smiling,\\nAs it sparkles in the sunlight,\\nOn its way to join the waters\\nOf the forest stream enchanted\\n11 It is here the gentle spirit\\nOf the Princess Ap-pe-u-ne\\nFinds her home among the pixies,\\nMong the water sprites and witches,\\nWhich are gathered where the waters\\nJoin each other in the valley.\\nHere the trout are slyly rising\\n137", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0147.jp2"}, "148": {"fulltext": "THE SONG OF U-RI-ON-TAH.\\nTo the fly which skims the surface,\\nUnconcerned about its future\\nHere the Princess Ap-pe-u-ne\\nJoins the witches and the fairies\\nIn the early hours of twilight,\\nAnd they dance upon the waters,\\nWhile their only male companions\\nAre the Dendroids, bending over,\\nAs they stand beside the waters,\\nLooking down upon the fairies,\\nStanding guard o er Ap-pe-u-ne,\\nWhile the dancing never ceases\\nTill the faintest streak of morning\\nGleameth over Mount MacClintoch.\\nLong ago, when Indian Summer\\nCast its soft rays o er the forest,\\nRound the wolf-den there were standing\\nMany tall and lofty monarchs,\\nWondrous giants of the forest,\\nAnd their long arms wide extended\\nFar above the wolf-den cavern.\\nWhen the wind sighed through the branches,\\nThen the young trees sang in whispers,\\nWhile the lofty forest monarchs\\nJoined in chorus, singing grandly.\\nAt the birth of every sapling\\nIt was greeted with the music\\nOf its parents watching o er it.\\nThus the trees were taught in singing.\\nSweetest language set to music\\n138", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0148.jp2"}, "149": {"fulltext": "TAM-A-RACK.\\nIs the murmuring of the pine-trees,\\nSoftly falling round the warrior\\nAs he wanders in the forest.\\nOn the brink of wolf-den cavern\\nStood a sapling soft and tender,\\nAnd its long and slender needles\\nTold the monarchs standing round it\\nThat a pine-tree was created.\\nThough twas barely peeping upward\\nFrom the ground it claimed protection\\nAt the hands of friendly monarchs.\\nFull two thousand years have vanished\\nSince this shrub first saw the daylight,\\nAnd tis now the tallest monarch\\nIn fair Lochabar s dark forest,\\nWhere as i Sentinel tis watching,\\nStanding guard beside the wolf-den.\\nIn the days when this tall monarch\\nWas a shrub, with tender branches,\\nThere were gathered in the forest\\nMany children of the Warriors,\\nPlaying games around the wolf-den,\\nSuch as youthful chieftains fancied\\nThey were happy and contented.\\nAll the Warriors of the valley\\nWere away upon the war-path.\\nThus it happened while these children\\nWere at play around the wolf-den,\\nLo there came from out the canon\\nMany Warriors who were hostile,\\n139", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0149.jp2"}, "150": {"fulltext": "THE SONG OF U-RI-ON-TAH\\nAnd they fell upon the children\\nNone escaped to tell the story.\\nAll were cast adown the chasm\\nWhere their bodies, torn and bleeding,\\nSoon decayed and joined the waters\\nOf the cavern, which were flowing\\nMong the rocks and secret chambers\\nTo the wondrous spring enchanted.\\nHere the bodies of the children,\\nBy their rapid dissolution,\\nWere unseen among the waters\\nYet the spirits of the children\\nHovered o er the spring enchanted,\\nAnd they drew the unseen substance\\nOf the bodies toward the borders\\nOf the mystic stream which floweth\\nDown the valley to the canon.\\nIt was here the spirits gathered\\nAll the substance of the bodies,\\nWhich then took the form of saplings\\nOn the banks along the brooklet.\\nThus preserved were all the bodies,\\nSimply changed from child to sapling\\nThen the spirits took possession\\nOf the saplings which here flourished,\\nAnd in time were mighty monarchs\\nBending o er the spring enchanted\\nO er the mystic stream they bended,\\nDown the valley far extended.\\nThus they stand beside the waters\\n140", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0150.jp2"}, "151": {"fulltext": "TAM-A-RACK.\\nWhere the Princess Ap-pe-u-ne\\nDances in the early twilight,\\nGuarded well by brave young Warriors,\\nWho, as Dendroids, hover o er her.\\nOne young spirit, when twas severed\\nFrom the Ha-wa-e-yoh body\\nWhen twas cast in wolf-den cavern,\\nWandered off upon the mountains,\\nSearching there the children s kindred,\\nWho were great and mighty Warriors.\\nThis young spirit hoped to find them\\nAnd inform them of the slaughter,\\nKnowing well that they would follow\\nOn the trail until the hostiles\\nWere destroyed, and every vestige\\nOf the brutal tribe had vanished\\nFrom the earth, and thus the spirits\\nOf the children might rest happy.\\nBut in vain he searched the mountains,\\nSearched the valleys and the foot-hills\\nFar away upon the war-path\\nWere the brave and valiant Warriors.\\nSoon he turned his footsteps homeward,\\nAnd beside the spring enchanted\\nSat he down to wait the coming\\nOf the spirits of the children.\\nBut, alas they had departed,\\nAll were hid within the saplings\\nWhich beside the spring were standing\\nAnd the substance of the body\\n141", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0151.jp2"}, "152": {"fulltext": "THE SONG OF U-RI-ON-TAH.\\nHe had left when he was slaughtered\\nHad become a part and parcel\\nOf the trees along the borders\\nOf the mystic stream below him.\\nNow this young and tender spirit\\nFelt that he had been deserted,\\nLeft alone to wander ever\\nUp and down the mighty forest,\\nOr beside the spring enchanted,\\nThere to dwell throughout the ages.\\nThus the spirit wandered, restless,\\nTill the tribe, again returning,\\nFound their children all were slaughtered,\\nEvery squaw and papoose murdered,\\nAnd the land laid waste around them.\\nThen the Chieftains all assembled,\\nGathered round the spring enchanted,\\nAnd they cried aloud for vengeance\\ni Would the great and Mighty Spirit\\nSend a Warrior now to lead them\\nIn their battles with the hostiles,\\nFor, behold, their greatest Chieftains\\nHad been killed when on the war-path\\nNone were left to guide the Warriors\\nThus they cried aloud in anguish,\\nBy the enchanted spring thus wailing,\\nWith their heads bent on their bosoms.\\nSoon from off the Mount MacClintoch\\nCame a runner, flying swiftly\\nDown the trail beside the wolf-den.\\n142", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0152.jp2"}, "153": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0153.jp2"}, "154": {"fulltext": "^W ^f\\nWHERE THE HOLLOW-TREE TRAIL ENDETH.", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0154.jp2"}, "155": {"fulltext": "TAM-A-RACK.\\nIn a moment he was standing\\nWith the Warriors all about him,\\nQuick he told his marvelous story\\nI was watching on the mountain\\nFor the foe, whose stealthy movements\\nI had followed up the canon,\\nAnd was hiding near the ledges\\nWhere the hollow-tree trail leadeth\\nDown the side of Mount MacClintoch,\\nWhen, behold a wondrous object\\nCame along the trail beside me.\\nTwas a man without a spirit,\\nFor his eyes were cold and glassy,\\nAnd his face was dead and rigid\\nYet his form was grand and stately,\\nAnd he hurried down the mountain,\\nTill he stood beside the waters\\nAt the base of Mount MacClintoch,\\nWhere the hollow-tree trail endeth.\\nThen I saw the wandering spirit\\nWhich now haunts the spring enchanted,\\nSaw this spirit meet the Warrior,\\nSaw it enter his broad bosom,\\nSaw a change come quick as lightning\\nO er the face of this great Warrior.\\nWhere before his eyes were glassy,\\nNow they shine like stars at midnight\\nWhere before his hand was empty,\\nNow a battle-axe he swingeth\\nRound his head with frightful swiftness\\ni45", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0155.jp2"}, "156": {"fulltext": "THE SONG OF U-RI-ON-TAH.\\nNever mortal strong as he is.\\nWhile these changes were occurring,\\nLo the foe crept up the canon,\\nAnd they saw the single Warrior\\nStanding lone beside the mountain.\\nNow the foe in countless numbers\\nGathered round this single Warrior,\\nAnd with shouts they fell upon him,\\nWhen, behold the axe he twirleth\\nRound his head twas like the whirlwind-\\nWhile his eyes now flashed with lightning,\\nAnd the foe fell thick about him,\\nTill the mystic stream was reddened\\nBy the blood of those bold Warriors.\\nAnd, behold the wondrous Chieftain\\nLaughed aloud awhile the hostiles\\nFell around him in vast numbers,\\nTill, at last, twas but a handful\\nNow remained to tell the story.\\nThese retreated down the canon,\\nWhile the great and valiant fighter\\nWas unharmed and calmly resting\\nOn his battle-axe, and smiling.\\nSoon he walked upon the bodies\\nOf the slain and, passing upward\\nBy the stream, he cometh hither.\\nWhen I saw which way he cometh,\\nThen I took the trail which leadeth\\nFrom the mountain to the wolf-den.\\nEven while the runner speaketh,\\n146", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0156.jp2"}, "157": {"fulltext": "TAM-A-RACK.\\nLo the Warriors turned and, gazing\\nDown the mystic stream below them,\\nSaw the mighty Chieftain coming.\\nIn his hand he bore a blossom\\nHe had plucked while coming hither,\\nAnd he held aloft the flower\\nAs a token of his friendship.\\nSoon he stood among the Warriors,\\nAnd, behold, the tallest Chieftain\\nBarely came above his elbow\\nBut his smile was sweet and winning,\\nAnd he spake to those around him.\\nThese the words the great Chief uttered\\nI am come, my friends, among you,\\nAnd will lead you on the war-path.\\nWe will drive the foe before us,\\nEvery one shall leave the valley.\\nEven now, before my coming\\nHere among you, I was halting\\nAt the foot of Mount MacClintoch,\\nTo receive the wandering spirit\\nOf the child who fell and perished\\nAnd was cast within the wolf-den\\nWith a score of helpless playmates.\\nWhen the spirit took possession\\nOf my strong and soulless body,\\nOn the instant this young spirit\\nChanged me to a Mighty Warrior,\\nAnd my eyes were quickly opened.\\nThen the spirit bade me notice\\n147", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0157.jp2"}, "158": {"fulltext": "THE SONG OF U-RI-ON-TAH.\\nThat which I was tightly grasping.\\nLooking down I saw this weapon,\\nWhich the spirit said was needful\\nFor below us in the valley\\nCame the Warriors who had slaughtered\\nAll your children, and they hastened\\nUp the canon for the purpose\\nOf attacking this, your stronghold.\\nQuickly now the spirit taught me\\nHow to swing the deadly weapon\\nWhich no Warrior here can handle.\\nTis a stone which has been fitted\\nWith a groove around its middle\\nIn this groove the thongs are twisted\\nAnd are woven to the handle.\\nAt one end the stone is sharpened,\\nWhile the other end is rounded,\\nAnd the handle, strong and supple,\\nReaches to my chin when standing.\\nNow these hostile Warriors gathered\\nRound about in countless numbers,\\nAnd they uttered forth a war-cry,\\nWell designed to chill the marrow\\nIn the bones of those who heard it,\\nBut it only served to nerve me\\nFor the battle sure to follow.\\nThen they rushed with headlong fury,\\nFell upon me, fighting fiercely.\\nBut I slew them by the hundreds,\\nAnd, as they were falling round me,\\n148", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0158.jp2"}, "159": {"fulltext": "TAM-A-RACK.\\nThen the spirit dwelling in me\\nWould cry out in shouts of triumph\\nThus avenged are my dear people\\nSoon there were no more to slaughter,\\nOnly three, who fled in terror,\\nSeeking safety down the canon.\\nThen the spirit dwelling in me,\\nWith exultant shouts of laughter,\\nTook entire possession of me,\\nAnd henceforth will I be silent\\nWhile the rightful owner speaketh.\\nEven now the giant ceaseth,\\nWhile the Warriors standing round him\\nSaw a wondrous change come o er him\\nSome new light was dawning on him\\nThrough the workings of the spirit.\\nLosing naught of fighting instinct,\\nYet his face grew radiant, glorious,\\nWith the light of reason shining\\nIn his eyes and overflowing\\nAll his grand and handsome features.\\nNow behold the perfect Warrior\\nSpeaketh to his new-found brethren\\nAll ye children of the forest,\\nLook upon me, hear my greeting.\\nI am Nip-pen-ose the Chieftain,\\nI am come to lead in battle\\nEvery foe in all this valley\\nMust make way or fall before us.\\nWhen the hostiles killed your children,\\n149", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0159.jp2"}, "160": {"fulltext": "THE SONG OF U-RI-ON-TAH.\\nI was one among the number\\nWho were slain, and forth I wandered\\nAs a spirit in the mountains,\\nSearching for our absent Warriors\\nFailing which, I sought the forest,\\nWhere beside the spring enchanted\\nI awaited your returning.\\nWhile the time was slowly passing,\\nMany strange and curious fancies\\nPassed before me in succession,\\nWhen, at last, one fancy lingered,\\nAnd, behold, I could not drive it\\nFrom my mind a single moment\\nNight and day it stood before me,\\nTill at last twas like a spirit\\nHaunting me, another spirit.\\nOnce at midnight I was resting\\nHere beside the spring enchanted,\\nWith the full moon, high above me,\\nFlooding all the mighty forest,\\nLighting up the spring enchanted\\nWhile I sat alone beside it.\\nAs I gazed upon the waters,\\nLo the spirit, rising slowly\\nFrom the spring and floating gently\\nTo the rocks and climbing upward,\\nSoon was seated here beside me.\\nTurning then, I asked the spirit\\nWhat its name and whence it cometh,\\nAnd it answered, speaking softly,\\n150", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0160.jp2"}, "161": {"fulltext": "TAM-A-RACK.\\nWhile its voice was low and charming:\\nI am fate, and lo I journeyed\\nFrom the caverns far beneath us,\\nWhich extend throughout the valley.\\nMany spirits there are roaming,\\nAnxious for some recognition\\nFrom the people far above them,\\nWhom they wish to help and comfort.\\nI am come to aid and strengthen\\nResolutions which are forming\\nIn thy bosom, for thou longest\\nTo become a mighty Warrior,\\nYet thou canst not see the manner\\nOf the way to reach thy purpose.\\nLet me tell thee why thou longest\\nTis because the fates have willed it\\nThat thou shouldst become a Warrior.\\nFate decrees then all things bendeth\\nNothing is and nothing can be,\\nOnly as the fates have willed it\\nAnd thy longing is a forecast\\nOf thy fate, and naught can change it.\\nTime will come when thou shalt follow\\nDown this stream to Mount MacClintoch,\\nThere to meet thy future body.\\nThou shalt be a Mighty War Chief,\\nAnd thy name shall always linger\\nOn the lips of future peoples\\nWho shall dwell in this fair valley.\\nIt is thus the fates have willed it.\\n151", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0161.jp2"}, "162": {"fulltext": "THE SONG OF U-RI-ON-TAH.\\nSpeaking thus, the spirit vanished,\\nLeaving me alone to wonder.\\nThus the time was slowly passing,\\nWaiting your return, my Warriors.\\nI was sitting in your circle\\nWhen the Warriors all were calling\\nOn the Great and Mighty Spirit\\nFor a Chieftain who would lead them,\\nAnd I saw the awful anguish\\nOn your faces, then the spirit\\nKnown as fate again drew near me,\\nAnd I felt a power within me\\nWhich would suffer no resisting.\\nI was lifted from the circle\\nAnd was guided down the valley,\\nWhere I met this wondrous body\\nWhich the fates had placed there for me,\\nAnd I straightway took possession\\nThus you see me now before you\\nI am Nip-pen-ose, the Warrior,\\nAnd the fates long since decreed it\\nThat our enemies must perish,\\nLeaving us alone to wander\\nOver all this lovely valley,\\nAnd our children coming after\\nShall rule over this fair country.\\nGreat the future now before us\\nMany generations coming\\nShall rise up and call us blessed\\nYou shall see my niece Ne-ha-ha,\\n152", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0162.jp2"}, "163": {"fulltext": "TAM-A-RA CK.\\nRising from the crystal fountain\\nAt the foot of yonder mountain.\\nShe will dwell with me forever,\\nAnd the maidens of this valley\\nShall admire my niece, the Princess,\\nAnd her sweet friend Ap-pe-u-ne.\\nThey will teach your lovely maidens\\nHow to make themselves becoming\\nIn the eyes of your young Warriors.\\nThus shall we improve and flourish,\\nFor the fates have so decreed it.\\nThus the Great Chief Nip-pen-o-wi\\nSpake before his happy Warriors\\nWhen the Sentinel was growing\\nAs a sapling by the wolf-den.\\nFull two thousand years have vanished,\\nYet the name of this Great Warrior\\nIs now heard and daily spoken\\nOver all this charming valley.\\nThere are many Warriors present\\nWho have often met the heroes\\nOf the story now to follow.\\nTherefore twill enhance the pleasure\\nOf the Warriors round the circle\\nTo be told, without evasion,\\nThey are sitting here among you.\\nMany moons have come and vanished\\nSince two Warriors, strong and mighty,\\n153", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0163.jp2"}, "164": {"fulltext": "THE SONG OF U-RI-ON-TAH.\\nDwelt in Lochabar s fair valley.\\nAt the belts of these brave Warriors\\nDangled many scalps as trophies\\nGathered on the field of battle.\\nWhen these Chieftains took the war-path\\nIt was known throughout the valley\\nBy the trail of blood behind them.\\nOn a bright November morning\\nThese brave Warriors scaled the steep cliffs\\nOf the wondrous Leadpoint mountain,\\nWhich stood glistening in the sunlight.\\nWhen they reached the topmost summit\\nThey sat down upon the rock-shelf\\nWhich projected from the mountain\\nHigh in air above the pine-trees\\nStanding dark against the gray cliffs.\\nEagles, startled from their eyries,\\nScreamed their angry notes of warning\\nAs they circled round the Warriors.\\nYet the eagles were unheeded\\nBy this silent pair of Chieftains,\\nWho sat gazing long and steadfast\\nOn the wondrous sights before them.\\nStretching far beyond the vision\\nWere the chains of lofty mountains\\nDrawn in circle round the valley.\\nOn their left rose grand MacClintoch,\\nWith his head among the white clouds\\nThat were drifting o er the valley,\\nOn the foot-hills casting shadows\\n154", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0164.jp2"}, "165": {"fulltext": "TAM-A-RACK.\\nWhich ran quickly up the mountain.\\nNow the Warriors gazed below them\\nOn fair Lochabar entrancing.\\nHere the forest, dark and mystic,\\nThere the stream came laughing, dancing\\nDown the valley toward the canon.\\nSearch the earth s remotest borders,\\nVisit each and every planet,\\nYet you will not find its equal\\nLochabar supreme and peerless\\nHours passed and still these Warriors\\nSat unmoved, serene and silent,\\nSave their nimble hands were busy\\nMaking arrow-heads and spear-heads\\nFrom the flints along the ledges,\\nTill at last the larger Chieftain\\nRaised his head and asked the other\\nWhy he came upon the mountain,\\nAnd how long ere he returneth.\\nThen the other answered slowly\\nIn the night I had a vision\\nTwas a Princess came beside me,\\nAnd she bade me climb the mountain,\\nThere to stay upon the rock-shelf\\nUntil she should guide me further;\\nThus you see me here beside you.\\nThen the larger Chieftain speaketh\\nTis a strange tale thou hast rendered\\nFor, behold, while I was sleeping\\nIn my dream I saw a Princess,\\n155", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0165.jp2"}, "166": {"fulltext": "THE SONG OF U-RI-ON-TAH.\\nWho came softly to my bedside,\\nAnd she bade me seek the rock-shelf\\nOn the wondrous Leadpoint summit,\\nThere to stay until she cometh\\nThus you see me here beside you.\\nHardly had the Chief ceased speaking\\nEre they heard a soft voice singing\\nLow, sweet music underneath them.\\nOn the instant both these Warriors\\nFell down quickly on their stomachs,\\nAnd they crawled out on the rock-shelf\\nTill their heads were overhanging\\nAt the edge and, looking downward\\nFrom the dizzy height, they trembled\\nAt the sight they were beholding.\\nHigh in mid-air came the Princess,\\nClimbing up an unseen stairway\\nMong the tops of pines below them,\\nAnd, when well above the tree-tops,\\nStill she circled, still kept climbing\\nAs a spiral stairway leadeth.\\nYet no stairs were seen below her,\\nNor above, and yet she climbeth,\\nRising slowly toward the summit\\nToward the spot where these brave Warriors\\nWatched, and held their breath while watching,\\nLest the power which now upheld her\\nMight withdraw and leave the Princess\\nHigh in air, a helpless mortal,\\nTo be dashed upon the tree-tops\\n156", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0166.jp2"}, "167": {"fulltext": "WATCHED, AND HELD THEIR BREATH WHILE WATCHING.", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0167.jp2"}, "168": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0168.jp2"}, "169": {"fulltext": "TAM-A-RACK.\\nFar below among the foot-hills.\\nYet while thus the Warriors wondered\\nLo the Princess stood before them,\\nRadiant in her Indian beauty,\\nHappy in her sid-dhi power.\\nIn her hands she held a parchment,\\nAnd she thus addressed the Chieftains\\n1 Glad am I, most Noble Warriors,\\nOn the mountain-top to greet you.\\nI am come upon a mission\\nFraught with blessings for your people.\\nI am come from out the caverns\\nHaving portals through the wolf-den,\\nAnd their many lofty chambers\\nWind and turn throughout the valley.\\nIn the greatest of these chambers,\\nWhere the walls and ceilings glisten,\\nWhere the streams are swiftly flowing,\\nThere my uncle dwells in grandeur\\nAnd he sits beside the Wi-daagh,\\nNear the throne of Great King Wi-daagh.\\nl He is Nip-pen-ose, the Chieftain,\\nAnd I am his niece Ne-ha-ha.\\nI am sent by Great King Wi-daagh\\nTo deliver you this parchment,\\nAnd, when you have read its contents,\\nYou shall place it in a crevice\\nIn the cliff beneath this rock-shelf.\\n11 You shall place a stone upon it,\\nAnd another stone before it,\\n159", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0169.jp2"}, "170": {"fulltext": "THE SONG OF U-RI-ON-TAH.\\nThen make haste adown the mountain,\\nSpeaking naught about the parchment\\nUntil you are near the ending\\nOf your days then tell the people\\nThat a parchment here is hidden,\\nWhich shall rest without disturbance\\nUntil generations passing,\\nWhen the people are made ready.\\nThen will Wi-daagh give the signal\\nFor its finding by the people.\\nWhile the Princess thus was speaking\\nBoth the Warriors gazed upon her\\nAnd, behold while they were gazing\\nHer sweet voice was growing fainter,\\nTill the last words scarce were whispered.\\nThen she ceased to make them hear her,\\nYet her lips were moving gently,\\nJust as when they heard her plainly,\\nAnd the Warriors felt uneasy,\\nFor they saw she still was speaking,\\nYet no sound of speech escaped her,\\nAnd the Warriors gazed in wonder\\nOn the sweet face of the Princess,\\nAnd, behold while they were gazing\\nShe began to fade before them.\\nThough her outlines still were perfect,\\nYet they saw the rocks behind her,\\nFor her body was transparent.\\nFaint and fainter grew the Princess,\\nStill her lips were moved in speaking,\\n1 60", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0170.jp2"}, "171": {"fulltext": "TAM-A-RACK.\\nTill at last the Princess vanished,\\nLeaving both the Warriors standing\\nOn the rock-shelf dumb with wonder.\\nLooking down, they saw the parchment\\nLying on the rock between them,\\nWhich with awe and veneration\\nThey regarded as a message\\nFrom the dead to bless the people.\\nSeated now were both the Chieftains,\\nWith the parchment there beside them,\\nAnd they slowly turned its foldings\\nTill at last twas spread before them.\\nLong they pondered o er the symbols,\\nO er the curious signs and signals,\\nTill at last it dawned upon them\\nAll the meaning of the parchment.\\nIt described the third and final\\nOf the three degrees belonging\\nTo the O. O. T. T. Conclave\\nIt recited, fully, clearly,\\nAll the objects of the order.\\nIn the first degree twas given\\nThat a candidate should suffer\\nAs a Prince of O. O. T. T.,\\nBut the ending of the second\\nRaised the mortal to Immortal;\\nWhile the third was given fully,\\nTold how it bestowed the power\\nTo be able any moment\\nTo appear whenever wanted\\n161", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0171.jp2"}, "172": {"fulltext": "THE SONG OF U-RI-ON-TAH.\\n^ly 1\\nOr to walk beneath the waters\\nOr on air, as did Ne-ha-ha,\\nAnd to fade away and vanish\\nInto thin air in a twinkling.\\nThese and many other powers\\nWere bestowed upon Immortals,\\nShould the third degree be taken\\nBy the people coming after,\\nWith the strength to bear the knowledge.\\nNow the Warriors ceased from reading\\nAnd they folded up the parchment\\nThen they climbed along the cliff-head,\\nClinging fast to rocks projecting.\\nInch by inch they crept, and slowly\\nWorked their way beneath the rock-shelf,\\nWhere they found the chosen crevice.\\nThere they placed the precious parchment,\\nAnd they laid a stone upon it\\nAnd another stone before it.\\nThen they turned and, climbing upward\\nWhere the rocks were overhanging\\nHigh in air above the forest,\\nWith the eagles screaming round them,\\nAt the last they gained the rock-shelf,\\nWhere they rest and smoke tobacco.\\nThen they crossed the Leadpoint summit,\\nComing down through i Last Drop canon,\\nWhile the darkness fell around them,\\nAnd the wolves on Covenhoven\\nHowled and soon were close upon them\\n162", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0172.jp2"}, "173": {"fulltext": "TAM-A-RACK.\\nYet the Warriors feared no danger,\\nFor their minds were rilled with wonder\\nThey were thinking of the Princess,\\nAnd the marvels that were hidden\\nIn the parchment for the children\\nWho should come with greater knowledge.\\nSoon they came upon the foot-hills,\\nThen descended to the valley\\nWhere their wigwams looked like sentries\\nStanding guard beside the waters\\nOf the rippling Ap-pe-u-ne.\\nHere the Warriors sat and rested\\nWhile they smoked the sweet tobacco,\\nAnd the night was slowly passing,\\nTill the early hours of morning\\nCrept upon them, as the pale moon\\nCame out from behind a mountain,\\nWith her face half-hid in darkness,\\nAs she hung low down, yet smiling\\nIn the southern sky so peaceful.\\nLong the Warriors sat in silence\\nOn this crisp November morning,\\nWhich was barely passed the midnight,\\nWhen a sound was faintly echoed\\nBack and forth between the mountains,\\nWhich was scarce above a whisper.\\nOn the instant both these Warriors\\nPlaced an ear upon the greensward,\\nAnd they listened most intently\\nTo the sound of muffled footsteps,\\n163", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0173.jp2"}, "174": {"fulltext": "THE SONG OF U-RI-ON-TAH.\\nWhich came faint across the waters,\\nWhere they foam and dance and sparkle\\nRound the falls of Ap-pe-u-ne.\\nSoon the sounds were heard more clearly,\\nAnd they seemed to lead directly\\nToward the banks of sweet Te-i-o,\\nJust above the pure Co-i-o.\\nQuick these Warriors grasped their war-clubs,\\nAnd they left Tar-at-ar-o-ga,\\nWith the speed of lightning flying\\nUp the rugged As-to-at-yea.\\nWhen they came upon the uplands,\\nThere they paused and sharply listened,\\nMeanwhile peering most intently\\nToward the foot of Mount MacClintoch,\\nWhence the footsteps seemed approaching.\\nListening thus, they saw a boggard\\nRising slowly from the rushes,\\nWhich grew wild beside the waters,\\nAnd it started toward the Warriors\\nSlow but surely twas advancing\\nStraight to where now stood the Warriors.\\nWith their war-clubs firm, uplifted,\\nStood they ready for the onslaught\\nSlowly came the ugly monster\\nTill they felt his breath upon them.\\nWith a war-whoop, which rang clearly\\nOut upon the darkened valley,\\nThese brave Warriors laid about them,\\nRight and left they swung their war-clubs,\\n164", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0174.jp2"}, "175": {"fulltext": "WHERE THEY FOAM, AND DANCE, AND SPARKLE\\nROUND THE FALLS OF AP-PE-U-NE.", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0175.jp2"}, "176": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0176.jp2"}, "177": {"fulltext": "TAM-A-RACK.\\nFiercely rang their shouts of triumph,\\nAs the boggard fell before them.\\nYet no sooner was he fallen\\nThan uprose a score of others,\\nAnd they streamed from out the rushes\\nLike a vast and countless army\\nAs one fell before the Warriors,\\nHundreds came to take their places.\\nManticores in endless numbers\\nRose from out the earth about them,\\nAnd the air was filled with specters,\\nYet the Warriors never faltered.\\nEach his war-club firmly grasping,\\nThey advanced upon the structure,\\nWhich was made of fallen timbers\\nThrown across the Ap-pe-u-ne.\\nOn the instant when these Warriors\\nHad advanced above the water,\\nEvery specter quickly vanished\\nAnd they stood beside each other,\\nLooking down upon the water,\\nWhen, behold the Nip-pen-o-wi,\\nPatron saint of O. O. T. T.,\\nSlowly rose from out the water,\\nAnd he stood upon the surface,\\nGazing mildly at the Warriors.\\nIn one hand he held a parchment,\\nWith the other he was pointing\\nToward some strange and curious figures\\nWhich appeared upon the parchment.\\n167", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0177.jp2"}, "178": {"fulltext": "THE SONG OF U-RI-ON-TAH.\\nThen his lips were moved in speaking\\nHe was telling of a secret\\nWhich had never been unfolded\\nIt concerned a cruel murder\\nOn the spot where they were standing,\\nAnd the body had been buried\\nIn the ground beneath the Villa,\\nAnd the manticores and boggards\\nWould not rest nor be contented\\nWhile the crime remained a secret.\\nThus Saint Nip-pen-ose was speaking\\nAs he moved upon the water,\\nDrawing nigh to where the Warriors\\nNow were standing, eager, anxious,\\nHoping thus to gain the knowledge\\nWhich would serve to drive the demons\\nAnd the ghosts from out the chambers\\nHaunted chambers in the Villa,\\nCould they but appease the victim.\\nNow the wildly eager Warriors\\nCould not read the mystic parchment\\nIn the dim, uncertain moonlight,\\nThough the name of him who murdered,\\nAlso that of his poor victim,\\nStood out plainly on the parchment.\\nThen they cast the sign before them\\nAnd they signaled Nip-pen-o-wi\\nWould he not draw nigh the Warriors\\nWhile they read the fateful parchment\\nAnd the patron saint consented.\\n168", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0178.jp2"}, "179": {"fulltext": "TAM-A-RACK.\\nBut, alas upon that instant\\nThey were startled by the rushing\\nOf an object in the heavens,\\nNear and nearer, roaring, hissing,\\nThrough the air and quickly falling,\\nStruck the water there before them,\\nClose beside the Nip-pen-o-wi,\\nWho had sunk beneath the surface\\nWhen the object struck the water.\\nScarcely had this sad disaster\\nTaken place, when both the Warriors\\nHeard again the muffled footsteps,\\nAnd, behold they saw a Chieftain\\nStanding on the bridge beside them,\\nAnd he thus addressed the Warriors\\nI behold the Mighty Tam-a-rack\\nAnd the Dusky U-ri-on-tah\\nStanding here above the waters\\nIn the small hours of the morning.\\nKnow I am the Bold Pal-met-tah.\\nThen they formed the rude triangle,\\nEach a hand now raised above him,\\nWhile their thumb-nails touched together;\\nWhispered they the mystic password\\nWhispered De-a-non-da-a-yoh,\\nThen all spoke together Yo-hah.\\nThen the Dusky U-ri-on-tah\\nCalled aloud on Nip-pen-o-wi\\nWould he come and bring the parchment,\\nWhile these Warriors, grim and stolid,\\n169", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0179.jp2"}, "180": {"fulltext": "THE SONG OF U-RI-ON-TAH.\\nSteadfast gazed upon the water\\nWhen the moon and stars were shining.\\nAnd, behold while they were gazing\\nLo the waters gently rippled\\nAnd a face so pale and saddened,\\nFaintly outlined on the surface,\\nRested calmly for a moment,\\nWistful, longing, yet half-conscious\\nThat the last of those three Warriors\\nThrew the stone which broke the seance;\\nAnd his look was half reproachful,\\nAs he wished to serve the Chieftains,\\nYet he felt himself insulted.\\nAfter much of earnest pleading\\nOn the part of U-ri-on-tah\\nSoon appeared the mystic parchment,\\nHalf exposed above the water.\\nThen from out the tall bulrushes\\nCame a leaping, dancing brooklet,\\nRushing down the wild On-ti-o,\\nInto pure Te-i-o plunging,\\nWhere the vanished Nip-pen-o-wi\\nJust before had sweetly rested.\\nAll in vain the Warriors pleaded\\nFor the saintly Nip-pen-o-wi\\nTo return and tell the secret.\\nNever more would he come near them,\\nAnd their hearts were sad and heavy,\\nFor the Villa still is haunted.\\nTo this day the ghosts and specters\\n170", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0180.jp2"}, "181": {"fulltext": "TAM-A-RACK.\\nStalk at midnight down the hallways,\\nAnd they fill the air with groanings,\\nAnd there is no hope of rescue\\nTill the secret is unfolded.\\nNow the Warriors, sitting silent\\nOn the banks of Ap-pe-u-ne,\\nSaw their shadows in the moonlight,\\nLying on the grass before them,\\nWatching o er them like grim specters.\\nThen uprose the Mighty Warriors\\nAnd they grasped their knotty war-clubs\\nThen stood forth upon the upland,\\nWhere their lengthened shadows followed,\\nReaching out across the valley.\\nNow began a wild, fantastic\\nShadow-dance upon the greensward\\nWeird and strange the shadows flitted\\nUp and down the slanting grass-land.\\nFast and furious danced the Warriors,\\nYet the shadows never faltered\\nQuick as lightning were the movements\\nOf the Warriors, yet the shadows\\nCut the same fantastic figures.\\nThus the shadow-dance was given,\\nWhile the water-imps and gorgons\\nCrept from out the nooks and crannies\\nRound the falls of Ap-pe-u-ne\\nAnd they watched the Mighty Warriors\\nThrough the shadow-dance, till morning\\nBroke upon the strange proceedings.\\n171", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0181.jp2"}, "182": {"fulltext": "THE SONG OF U-RI-ON-TAH.\\nMany are the curious legends,\\nWhich are centered round the region\\nWhere fair Lochabar lies gleaming\\nIn the sunshine, while the mountains\\nHere on every hand are standing,\\nGazing down upon the picture,\\nAll unconscious that their presence\\nLends the charm, reveals the secret\\nOf its wild, entrancing beauty.\\nThen the Tam-a-rack ceased from speakim\\nWhile the Warriors sat in silence\\nIn a circle round the night-fire,\\nHolding sweet commune with nature\\nWhile they smoke the pure tobacco.\\n172", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0182.jp2"}, "183": {"fulltext": "A MISSION.\\nCHAPTER V.\\nA MISSION.\\nNow the years are slowly passing,\\nYears of joy and sweet contentment\\nNothing came to mar the pleasure\\nOf the Chieftain and the Princess.\\nWhen the morning broke upon them\\nThey would rise and seek the river,\\nAnd with birch canoe they paddled\\nWhere the waters were the deepest,\\nThere to while away the morning,\\nToying with the trout and salmon.\\nThen, the noontide hour approaching,\\nThey would seek the darkened forest,\\nThere to rest until the evening,\\nSinging oft their plaintive love-songs.\\nYears on years thus passed behind them\\nYears of joy to U-ri-on-tah,\\nYears of joy to Au-die-ne-ta.\\nWhen the Storm King swept the mountain,\\nWhen the sea was lashed to foaming,\\nWhen the forest, wildly swaying,\\nRoared and groaned, with branches tossing,\\nWhen the lightning forks were flashing\\nThrough the tree-tops, rent asunder\\nBy the fury of the Storm King,\\n173", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0183.jp2"}, "184": {"fulltext": "THE SONG OF U-RI-ON-TAH.\\nThen the Chieftain and the Princess\\nSought the mountain-side together.\\nThere, with naught but rocks about them,\\nUp above the rugged foot-hills\\nStood they forth and faced the tempest\\nFaced the lightning as it darted\\nDown among the rocks about them.\\nHere amid the peals of thunder,\\nWhich came rolling down the mountain,\\nStood the Chieftain and the Princess,\\nAnd they sang their wildest anthems,\\nVying with the awful thunder.\\nLoud and louder rang their voices,\\nWhile the lofty mountain father\\nBends his head to hear the music,\\nWhich now rang above the rolling\\nOf the thunder of the Storm King.\\nThis the song these lovers chanted\\nHear us, O thou mountain father,\\nHear us, O thou sea, our mother!\\nYears on years have come and vanished\\nSince we both became Immortal.\\nWe had thought our joy was perfect\\nOnce we spake these words with rapture\\n1 It is bliss to be Immortal\\nNow, alas! our hearts are doubting.\\nWe have no regrets to tell thee,\\nNeither is our song complaining,\\nBut the time has come when something\\nNow is needed for our comfort\\n174", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0184.jp2"}, "185": {"fulltext": "A MISSION.\\nFor the time doth hang upon us,\\nAnd we fain would seek for something\\nWhich will test our great endurance\\nSomething which the proudest mortals\\nHave attempted and have failed in\\nSomething which has caused the strongest\\nOf the Warriors grief and anguish,\\nWhen they found the work unfinished\\nAfter years of toil and worry,\\nSaw the task elude their cunning\\nAnd defy their every effort,\\nTill at last, with years upon them,\\nAfter spending all their wampum\\nAnd their strength in vain endeavor,\\nThey lay down the grievous burden,\\nFold their withered hands and gladly\\nWelcome Death, the fell destroyer.\\nGive us something of this nature,\\nSomething which has crushed the strongest,\\nLeft the proudest broken-hearted\\nSomething which the baffled pale-face\\nSays cannot be done by mortal,\\nAnd in proof of his assertion\\nPoints to wrecks along his pathway,\\nAnd, with bony hands uplifted,\\nHe declares the gods are helpless\\nWhen they fain would dare to struggle\\nWith the task we now are seeking\\nGive us something of this nature.\\nWhen he finds that constant struggle\\n175", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0185.jp2"}, "186": {"fulltext": "THE SONG OF U-RI-ON-TAH.\\nOnly makes the task still harder,\\nThen the heart of U-ri-on-tah\\nWill grow strong within his bosom.\\nSilent now was U-ri-on-tah,\\nWhile his head fell on his bosom\\nAnd his arms were hanging listless\\nBy his sides, while Au-die-ne-ta,\\nEver faithful, stands beside him,\\nWith her hands clasped on her bosom,\\nLifts her eyes, now moist with weeping,\\nToward the face of their dear father,\\nWhile the Dusky U-ri-on-tah\\nGazes on the earth before him.\\nNow the mighty father speaketh\\nAnd his voice is low and mournful,\\nLike the tones of distant thunder\\nRolling far adown the canon\\nO my son, my U-ri-on-tah\\nThou hast filled my heart with sorrow.\\nSee thy mother has retreated\\nOn her homeward journey, sobbing\\nFor her son, who thus doth cause her\\nMany pangs of pain and sorrow\\nBy his seeking for the hardships\\nWhich must come to those who enter\\nAll the struggles of the mortals.\\nTis a life beset with horrors.\\nCouldst thou not, my U-ri-on-tah,\\nBe content while all around thee\\nSang of love, and all the song-birds\\n176", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0186.jp2"}, "187": {"fulltext": "A MISSION.\\nFilled the air with sweetest music\\nMust I call thee, U-ri-on-tah,\\nTo the days when thou didst ask me\\nFor the chance to win the Princess?\\nDoes the Dusky U-ri-on-tah\\nNow regret the O. O. T. T.,\\nAnd that he was made Immortal?\\nO my son, my U-ri-on-tah\\nThou art weary from inaction,\\nAnd I will not seek to chide thee,\\nYet must I restrict thy powers.\\nThou shalt still be an Immortal,\\nBut must bear the griefs and burdens\\nWhich are common to the mortal.\\nPain and anguish thou shalt suffer,\\nNeither thou nor thy dear Princess\\nShall succeed through having powers\\nWhich are given to Immortals.\\nUntil thou shalt be victorious\\nO er the foe which I shall mention\\nThou shalt suffer as a mortal.\\nWhen thou comest home a victor\\nThen thy powers shall be restored thee\\nAnd the Princess Au-die-ne-ta.\\nDown the ages, since the waters\\nFlowed about my topmost summit,\\nThere has been a roving demon\\nWho has baffled all the mighty\\nThrough the ages now behind us\\nMighty men from pale-face nations\\n177", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0187.jp2"}, "188": {"fulltext": "THE SONG OF U-RI-ON-TAH.\\nHave been torn and crushed beneath it\\nDead men s bones e en now are bleaching\\nIn the sun who fain would grasp it\\nCountless graves are filled with victims\\nEven thus the U-ri-on-tah\\nFell beneath its ruthless crushing\\nFell and perished, as related\\nIn his story to the wolf-clan.\\nNow, behold, thy loving father\\nStoops to bless his wayward children.\\nI have heard thy prayer this evening,\\nHow thy heart is moved to action,\\nAnd I charge thee now to listen,\\nSummon all thy manly courage\\nTo bear up when thou shalt hear me\\nName the task I set before thee.\\nThou shalt grasp it single-handed\\nAnd, behold, if thou shalt conquer,\\nThen a god among Immortals\\nThou shalt be, my U-ri-on-tah\\nDo not hope to triumph quickly,\\nNeither let repeated failures\\nDaunt thy courage nor o ercome thee.\\nWhen thou meetest it in battle\\nIn the morning light and sunshine,\\nAnd the hour of noon approaches,\\nAnd the battle still is raging,\\nAnd thy tongue is parched and blistered\\nWith no spring of water nigh thee,\\nThink thou of thy father s warning,\\n178", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0188.jp2"}, "189": {"fulltext": "A MISSION.\\nHow he told thee of the horrors\\nWhich await thy every footstep.\\nWhen the darkness falls about thee\\nAnd the battle still is raging,\\nSeek thou then thy loving Princess\\nShe will quench thy thirst with water,\\nAnd will lead thee to thy wigwam,\\nThere to rest until the morning.\\nThen, arising, thou shalt battle\\nAll the day with this dread terror\\nIt is called the ruthless Bee-ess\\nWhen these mystic letters sounded\\nIn the ear of U-ri-on-tah,\\nBoth his hands were quick uplifted,\\nO er him spread a deathly pallor,\\nAs he grasped the awful import\\nOf the task now set before him,\\nAnd he fain would shrink from meeting\\nThis dread demon whom his father\\nBade him conquer or be conquered.\\nNow the lovely Au-die-ne-ta\\nSpake in soft tones to the Chieftain\\nWords of comfort, kind and gentle.\\nThen the Dusky U-ri-on-tah\\nLifts his eyes up toward his father,\\nAnd would speak, for, half relenting,\\nHe would ask his father s pardon\\nFor his foolish wish to labor.\\nBut, alas! the father turneth\\nHis sad face aside in sorrow,\\n179", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0189.jp2"}, "190": {"fulltext": "THE SONG OF U-RI-ON-TAH.\\nWhile the mist, now creeping upward\\nRound the father half-enshrouded,\\nHides him from the U-ri-on-tah,\\nWho, with heavy, stifled breathing,\\nLooks despairing, mute, appealing,\\nTo the father, nor concealing\\nHis despair and desolation\\nFor, with heart which fast was breaking,\\nProstrate on the ground now falling,\\nGroans aloud in mortal anguish.\\nNow the weeping Au-die-ne-ta\\nStoops and wipes his cold, damp forehead,\\nAnd beseeches him to listen\\nWhile she speaketh words of courage,\\nHope, and comfort for her Chieftain.\\nRising now, the Dusky Chieftain,\\nTakes the hand of his dear Princess\\nAnd they journey down the mountain.\\nOn the great rock near the wigwam\\nSeated are the Chief and Princess,\\nAnd the Au-die-ne-ta speaketh\\nWilt thou tell me, my great Chieftain,\\nWhat it was which so o ercame thee\\nAt the mention of the Bee-ess,\\nThough as mortal thou shalt meet it\\nSurely thou art an Immortal,\\nTherefore cannot fail to conquer,\\nEven though thy heart grows weary\\nWith the long and fruitless struggle.\\nCourage, then, my Dusky Chieftain\\n1 80", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0190.jp2"}, "191": {"fulltext": "A MISSION.\\nDidst not hear thy father s promise\\nThat a god among Immortals\\nThou shalt be shouldst thou but conquer\\nCourage, then, my Dusky Chieftain\\nNow the U-ri-on-tah speaketh,\\nAnd his voice is strained and husky,\\nAnd intense his whole demeanor\\nHear me well, my Au-die-ne-ta\\nIt is not for want of courage\\nThat my heart was weak and trembling,\\nFor I feel the power within me\\nTo o ercome the direful Bee-ess.\\nI was thinking, my dear Princess,\\nOf the days, before I knew thee,\\nWhen I was on earth a member\\nOf the tribe of Ton-a-wan-dah,\\nLong ere I became Immortal,\\nWhen the Bee-ess first was mentioned\\nBy myself to many Warriors\\nWho were hunting in the eastland\\nHow they sought to meet the Bee-ess\\nOn the war-path, nothing daunted,\\nFor they all believed my story\\nThat the Bee-ess could be conquered,\\nMaking all the Warriors famous.\\nThen came days of disappointment\\nWhen the Bee-ess would elude us.\\nLate and early toiled the Warriors,\\nWho were wasting all their substance\\nIn the tiresome, fruitless effort", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0191.jp2"}, "192": {"fulltext": "THE SONG OF U-RI-ON-TAH.\\nTo o ercome the crafty Bee-ess.\\nOne by one, these faithful Warriors\\nFell and perished by the wayside,\\nWhile the sharks and wild hyenas,\\nKnown as legal highway robbers,\\nLicked the bones of those brave Warriors,\\nTaking all the blood and substance\\nThat the Bee-ess had not taken.\\nI had learned to love those Warriors,\\nFor their courage and devotion.\\nBut, alas they all were murdered\\nBy the ruthless, deathless Bee-ess\\nAnd their squaws and poor papooses\\nRoam the earth bereft of substance.\\nI alone of all those Warriors\\nNow survive to tell the story.\\nKnow, then, how I had been striving\\nTo forget those days of horror\\nHow I hoped the treacherous Bee-ess\\nHad been buried and forgotten.\\nThus it came, when I was bidden\\nBy my father to do battle\\nWith the tireless, deathless monster,\\nFor the moment I was speechless\\nAnd my heart was sad and heavy\\nFor with truth no one can tell thee\\nMore concerning this dread demon\\nThan the Chieftain now beside thee,\\nFor by me it was created\\nAnd by me it must be conquered.\\n182", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0192.jp2"}, "193": {"fulltext": "A MISSION.\\nNow the Chieftain ceased from speaking,\\nAnd the lovely Au-die-ne-ta\\nSat in silence by the Warrior\\nOn the rock before the wigwam\\nAnd they held a sweet communion\\nWhile the moon shone full upon them,\\nAnd the night-birds sang low music\\nTo the rippling of the waters\\nIn the brook which wandered, laughing,\\nPast the wigwam through the forest\\nTo Quin-nip-i-ac the tranquil.\\n183", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0193.jp2"}, "194": {"fulltext": "THE SONG OF U-RI-ON-TAH.\\nCHAPTER VI.\\nTHE JOURNEY.\\nNow the days are passing swiftly\\nDays of anxious thought and study,\\nWith the awful contemplation\\nOf the task now set before them\\nAnd the Dusky U-ri-on-tah\\nWore a look of pain and worry,\\nFor the time was fast approaching\\nWhen he must go forth to battle.\\nThough he dreaded not the struggle\\nWith the direful Bee-ess demon,\\nHe was sick at heart for knowing\\nOf the fate that stood awaiting\\nMany brave and faithful Warriors,\\nWho must fall and be forgotten,\\nWhile the battle, always raging,\\nMust go on with no relenting\\nTill the Bee-ess should surrender.\\nThen the Dusky Chieftain speaketh\\nLet us wander in the forest\\nWhile the shades of night are falling\\nI have much I wish to tell thee,\\nWhich is hard for me to utter,\\nFor I dread the day of parting.\\nI must go upon a journey\\n184", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0194.jp2"}, "195": {"fulltext": "THE JOURNEY.\\nThrough the valley called Ma-ha-qua,\\nEven far beyond the borders\\nOf the On-on-da-ga country;\\nFurther westward I must journey,\\nThrough the Ac-qui-no-shi-o-nee\\nTo the land of Ton-a-wan-dah.\\nMany perils will beset me\\nOn this long and tedious journey,\\nYet must I pursue the Bee-ess,\\nAnd I feel the power within me\\nTo run down the fearful demon,\\nAnd I take the trail to-morrow.\\nWill the Princess brave the dangers\\nOf the journey to the westward,\\nOr will she prefer to tarry\\nBy the wigwam in the foot-hills\\nAnd await my tardy coming?\\nNow the winds wail low and sadly\\nRound the gloomy forest edges,\\nWhile the Princess Au-die-ne-ta,\\nWalking close behind her Chieftain\\nIn the dim, mysterious forest,\\nSpake in low and earnest cadence\\nWords of love and true devotion\\nI will go with thee, my Chieftain\\nWhere thou leadest I will follow,\\nAnd, when dangers shall beset thee,\\nThou wilt find me there to help thee.\\nEven now I have a vision\\nWhich foretells some dire disaster\\n185", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0195.jp2"}, "196": {"fulltext": "THE SONG OF U-RI-ON-TAH.\\nMay befall my Dusky Chieftain.\\nWhen the awful Be-ess hideth\\nIn an ambush to waylay thee,\\nAnd would smite thee in the darkness,\\nIn thy anguish thou wilt call me\\nAnd, behold, I will be near thee\\nSpeaking thus, the lovely Princess\\nLaid her hand upon her Chieftain,\\nWho now turned and looked upon her,\\nAnd his gaze was long and steadfast,\\nFor he saw the same strange pictures\\nHe had seen whenever gazing\\nIn the eyes of his dear Princess.\\nForest dusks were floating in them\\nSweet-voiced pines and fragrant cedars\\nSaw he in those wondrous glances.\\nOnce again he seemed reclining\\nOn the mountain-side and gazing\\nOver foot-hills, streams, and forest,\\nFar away and yet still farther\\nO er the landscape and the waters,\\nScenes of beauty all about him.\\nSaw he all these things when gazing\\nIn the eyes of his dear Princess,\\nThen he turned and walked in silence,\\nBut his heart was filled with gladness.\\nSoon returning to their wigwam,\\nOn the rock they sat and rested,\\nSide by side in sweet communion,\\nAs the darkness gathered round them.\\n186", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0196.jp2"}, "197": {"fulltext": "THE JOURNEY.\\nNow the moon comes, climbing upward\\nFrom the sea beyond the forest,\\nCasting shadows on the mountain\\nThrough the branches of the pine-trees,\\nWhich are standing dark and solemn\\nOn the mountain-side in silence,\\nGuarding well the slumbering forest.\\nSeated thus, the Chief and Princess\\nLingered in the silent evening,\\nSpeaking not one to the other,\\nFor their hearts were filled to breaking,\\nAs their gaze fell on the wigwam,\\nTheir dear home among the foot-hills,\\nDear to them through years of living\\nIn this dear old Wek-ou-om-ut.\\nNow, alas the fates had willed it\\nThey must journey to the westward,\\nLeaving their dear home behind them\\nOn the morrow they must leave it,\\nKnowing not what should befall them\\nMany moons must come and vanish\\nEre again they should behold it,\\nAnd their hearts were sad and heavy,\\nAnd their tongues refused to utter\\nWords which could not bring them comfort.\\nNow the moon is high above them\\nStill upon the rock they linger\\nMany hours they spend in mourning,\\nTill at last, in painful silence,\\nThey retire within the wigwam.\\n187", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0197.jp2"}, "198": {"fulltext": "THE SONG OF U-RI-ON-TAH.\\nIn the morning, long ere sunrise,\\nOf the deer-meat and the corn-bread\\nThey partook and, then preparing\\nFor the journey to the westward,\\nClosed the door of Wek-ou-om-ut,\\nBraced it with the Go-ne-ga-da\\nAs a token of their absence,\\nSacred sign among all Indians.\\nThen they stand and, gazing upward\\nOn the face of their dear father\\nThrough the misty morning vapors\\nWhich encircle his broad forehead,\\nWatch for sign of his approval.\\nNow the sun breaks through the mantle,\\nAnd, behold the mountain smileth\\nOn the Chieftain and the Princess.\\nThen with love and veneration\\nThey look out upon their mother,\\nWho with eager eyes is watching\\nFor a sign of recognition.\\nMoaning sad, the sea respondeth\\nTo the homage of her children\\nBending low before their mother.\\nOne last look upon their wigwam\\nAnd they start upon the journey.\\nSoon they come to Hou-sa-ton-uc,\\nWhere the Dusky U-ri-on-tah\\nBuilt a raft which bore them over.\\nThen the trail was found which led them\\nTo the Rip-po-wam, where resting", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0198.jp2"}, "199": {"fulltext": "m\\nONE last look upon their wigwam\\nAND THEY START UPON THE JOURNEY.", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0199.jp2"}, "200": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0200.jp2"}, "201": {"fulltext": "THE JOURNEY.\\nThrough the night with great Chief Po-nus,\\nThen the western trail was taken\\nO er the mountain to the valley\\nOf the Ca-ho-ha-ta-te-a.\\nHere they met the Po-can-ti-co\\nWho was hunting by the river,\\nAnd he led them to his wigwam\\nWhere they rested till the morning.\\nThence they journeyed to the northward\\nWhere the Ho-ti-non-si-on-ni\\nCalled the waters Ag-me-gu-e\\nU-ri-on-tah, the Mo-he-gan,\\nCalled the waters bright Ma-ha-qua.\\nHere the Chief and Princess halted,\\nMeeting many friendly Indians\\nWho provided food and shelter.\\nPressing onward to the westward\\nToward the land of On-on-da-ga,\\nSoon they came upon its borders\\nWhile the sun was high above them\\nYet the air was close and sultry,\\nAnd, behold, the Au-die-ne-ta\\nFelt oppressed, and weak, and weary,\\nAnd beside the trail she faltered.\\nThen the Dusky U-ri-on-tah,\\nLooking up, beheld with terror\\nBlack clouds whirling down the valley.\\nSoon the sky appeared as copper\\nBlack and copper intermingled\\nWere the colors of the heavens.\\nIQI", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0201.jp2"}, "202": {"fulltext": "THE SONG OF U-RI-ON-TAH.\\nForks of lightning, darting downward,\\nHalf revealed the whirling monster\\nWhich was rolling down the valley.\\nNow the Dusky U-ri-on-tah,\\nThinking only of the safety\\nOf the Princess, who with weakness\\nWas now faint and sinking downward\\nOn the trail beside the Chieftain,\\nWith his loving arms enfolds her\\nTo his breast, then faced the Storm King\\nWhich was rushing fast upon them.\\nLeaving then the trail behind them,\\nBearing in his arms the Princess,\\nO er the rough and tangled pathway,\\nToward the spot where cliffs seemed frowning\\nThrough the dark and murky forest,\\nStrode the Dusky U-ri-on-tah.\\nDrawing nigh, the happy Chieftain\\nSaw the portal of a cavern,\\nWhich he on the instant entered\\nAs the Storm King swept behind him\\nAnd the awful roar and fury\\nOf the whirlwind was appalling.\\nYet, the darkness quickly passing,\\nCalm and placid seemed the sunshine,\\nLighting up the darksome cavern\\nWhich the Chief had sought for shelter.\\nResting now was Au-die-ne-ta,\\nAt the cavern s mouth reclining,\\nWhile the Dusky U-ri-on-tah\\n192", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0202.jp2"}, "203": {"fulltext": "THE JOURNEY.\\nFormed a leaf-cup for the Princess,\\nWhich he filled with sparkling water\\nFrom a spring beside the rock-cliff.\\nSitting thus they heard some voices\\nComing from an inner chamber.\\nQuickly then the U-ri-on-tah\\nDrew an arrow from his quiver,\\nAnd he placed it on his bow-string,\\nThen stood forth before the Princess\\nWith his bow and arrow ready.\\nThen from out the gloom and darkness\\nCame an Indian without weapons.\\nSeeing which, the U-ri-on-tah\\nQuickly dropped his flint-tipped arrow,\\nAnd addressed the handsome Chieftain\\nI beheld thou hadst no weapons\\nAnd I could not harm the stranger.\\nWe were driven by the tempest,\\nFinding shelter in this cavern\\nWhich we thought had been deserted\\nSave by bats and ugly monsters\\nHence my stand with bow and arrow.\\nNow the tempest has subsided\\nAnd the Princess has been rested,\\nWe will, then, pursue our journey,\\nYet we fain would know who granteth\\nUs the favor of a shelter.\\nNow the stranger, smiling sweetly,\\nSpake in honeyed words and phrases,\\nAnd his language flowed in grandeur,\\n193", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0203.jp2"}, "204": {"fulltext": "THE SONG OF U-RI-ON-TAH.\\nLike a mighty river flowing,\\nWhen it moveth all before it\\nIn the flood-tide of the spring-time.\\nAnd the Dusky Chief and Princess\\nStood amazed before this wonder,\\nWho, although his words were simple,\\nYet he spake with wondrous power,\\nWhich no one had yet resisted.\\nAnd he thus addressed the Chieftain\\nThou art come from where the sunrise\\nTints the crimson clouds of morning,\\nWhen the sun bursts forth from bondage\\nNeath the sea and, bounding upward,\\nTips the hills with golden sunlight,\\nLighting up thy mountain father\\nAnd the sparkling sea, thy mother,\\nThen it shines on U-ri-on-tah\\nAnd the sweet and lovely Princess,\\nStanding here beside the Chieftain,\\nIs none other than a daughter\\nOf the greatest King, the Wi-daagh\\nAnd they call her Au-die-ne-ta,\\nFor her eyes are deep and wondrous,\\nIn their depths is found the image\\nOf the things on which she gazeth.\\nThis was told us by the spirit\\nAnd the truth was not half spoken.\\nLo I bow before the Princess.\\nThou art welcome in this cavern,\\nBut before I lead thee further\\n194", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0204.jp2"}, "205": {"fulltext": "THE JOURNEY.\\nThou shalt know whom thou hast honored\\nBy thy great and royal presence.\\nKnow I am De-can-e-so-ra,\\nChosen speaker for the people\\nOf the nations, five in number;\\nAnd, behold, when thou hast tarried\\nTill the darkness shall have fallen,\\nI will lead thee to the presence\\nOf the spirit who inhabits\\nAll the chambers in this cavern.\\nIn the innermost recesses\\nOf this vast and wondrous cavern\\nThou shalt meet the greatest spirit\\nEven meet the At-a-ho-can,\\nForemost god in all this valley.\\nThen the great De-can-e-so-ra\\nBowed himself from out the presence\\nOf the Chieftain and the Princess,\\nWho were seated by the portals\\nOf the cavern in the rock-cliff.\\nNow the sun was slow descending\\nO er the forest to the westward,\\nAnd a night-hawk, swirling downward,\\nSwept around the Chief and Princess,\\nWho sat waiting for the darkness\\nOf the night, before the spirit\\nOf the wondrous At-a-ho-can\\nShould send greeting to the strangers\\nWho were resting at the portals.\\nWhen at last the darkness falleth,\\n195", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0205.jp2"}, "206": {"fulltext": "THE SONG OF U-RI-ON-TAH.\\nThen the great De-can-e-so-ra\\nCame to lead them to the presence\\nOf the wondrous At-a-ho-can.\\nMany were the devious turnings\\nOf the winding way before them\\nNow the trail leads up and narrow,\\nThen descending steep, and dangers\\nFollowed close on every footstep,\\nTill at last a mighty river\\nRushed athwart their gloomy pathway.\\nHere they turned aside and followed\\nDown the border of the river,\\nWhere they came upon a chamber\\nWhich the leader said was sacred\\nTwas the home of At-a-ho-can.\\nStrange and dismal were the noises\\nWhich were coming from the chamber,\\nAnd the odor breathed of serpents\\nAnd of vampires cold and clammy.\\nNow the great De-can-e-so-ra\\nStamped his foot upon the pavement,\\nAnd a silence quickly followed.\\nThen he told the At-a-ho-can\\nOf the presence of the strangers,\\nWho at once, by secret signal,\\nCaused the ponderous gates to open,\\nAnd he bade the strangers enter\\nAnd be seated in his presence.\\nScarcely had the U-ri-on-tah\\nFound a seat beside the Princess,\\n196", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0206.jp2"}, "207": {"fulltext": "THE JOURNEY.\\nEre the dreadful At-a-ho-can\\nOpened wide his ponderous nostrils\\nAnd blew forth a noisome vapor\\nWhich was stifling in its vileness.\\nThen the Dusky U-ri-on-tah\\nTold the god he had not journeyed\\nFrom the east to be insulted.\\nBut the god, now smiling broadly,\\nTold the Chieftain twas a signal\\nUsed by him to draw about him\\nKindred spirits from their hiding\\nIn the corners of the cavern.\\nOn the instant there came gliding\\nBlack, uncanny, shapeless creatures\\nCame the Big Chief Mes-an-do-wit\\nCame the Great Chief Ta-do-da-hah,\\nHe whose name will live forever\\nCame Ot-sa-quette from Oneida,\\nWho had dwelt in many countries\\nAnd was taught to live a pale-face,\\nBut was tortured by his people\\nTo forsake the pale-face customs\\nAnd become once more an Indian\\nAlso came the Mes-ses-sa-gen\\nCame as well the Gui-yah-gwaah-doh\\nFrom the Tson-nun-da-wa-o-no\\nCame the great Ta-ren-ya-wa-go,\\nHe whose wondrous words of wisdom\\nBrought together five great nations\\nIn a strong and lasting union.\\n197", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0207.jp2"}, "208": {"fulltext": "THE SONG OF U-RI-ON-TAH.\\nThese and other famous spirits\\nGathered round the At-a-ho-can,\\nAnd they gazed upon the Chieftain\\nAnd the Princess who was sitting\\nClose beside her Dusky Warrior.\\nIn his secret heart the Chieftain\\nWished they had not staid till nightfall,\\nBut had hurried on their journey,\\nFor he felt his time was wasted\\nBy these wretched, noxious creatures\\nBut the Au-die-ne-ta whispered\\nThat they had not seen the ending,\\nAnd she counseled tact and patience.\\nSoon uprose the At-a-ho-can,\\nAnd his stomach swayed and often\\nSeemed to give the god much trouble,\\nFor it rolled and pitched whenever\\nAt-a-ho-can tried to wabble\\nOn his duck-legs, short and crooked\\nBut at last he found his bearings,\\nAnd, with nauseous grunts and chuckles,\\nHe began his boastful story.\\nThus now spake the At-a-ho-can\\nU-ri-on-tah, stand thou upright\\nAu-die-ne-ta, stand beside him\\nKnowest thou I am the god here,\\nAnd none other can approach me.\\nIt was I who sent the cyclone\\nDown the valley when thou earnest\\nI made faint the Au-die-ne-ta\\n198", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0208.jp2"}, "209": {"fulltext": "THE JOURNEY.\\nIt was I who turned thy footsteps\\nToward the rock-cliff in the darkness.\\nThis I did to stop thy progress\\nListen now for explanation.\\nWell I know thou art Immortal;\\nI was in the forest watching,\\nEven when the O. O. T. T.\\nWas created by the Warriors.\\nI am older than the oldest\\nIt was I who led King Wi-daagh\\nThrough his troubles and his searchings\\nFor the way to hide his secret.\\nIt was I who knew thy father\\nAges ere he raised his summit\\nUp from out the world of waters\\nRaised it high and yet still higher\\nUntil now the clouds surround it.\\nI was standing by thy father\\nWhen he sent thee on this journey.\\nThus you see I am the spirit\\nThat has always hovered o er thee,\\nAnd I know thy inmost secrets.\\nWell I know thy father ordered\\nThee to go forth unto battle\\nWith the never-dying Bee-ess,\\nAnd thou now art on a journey\\nSearching for the handsome demon.\\nThat is why I sent the cyclone,\\nFor I felt I must attract thee\\nTo my presence, then inform thee\\n199", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0209.jp2"}, "210": {"fulltext": "THE SONG OF U-RI-ON-TAH.\\nOf thy danger, shouldst thou follow\\nOn the trail without my guidance.\\nListen, then, to all I tell thee.\\nIf, perchance, thou shouldst not follow\\nClose upon my earnest teachings,\\nThou wilt surely miss thy purpose,\\nFor I see spread out before me\\nMany trials in thy pathway.\\nWell thy father knew, when sending\\nThee upon this fateful journey,\\nThat the trail would lead thee hither.\\nListen, then, to all I tell thee.\\nFor, behold the morning cometh\\nAnd the Princess is now rested\\nShe can well resume the journey.\\nWhen thou seest Ton-a-wan-dah\\nTell him I have sent him greeting,\\nAnd desire his earnest efforts\\nTo assist thee in thy battle.\\nHe will furnish thee with Warriors\\nWhen thou reachest On-ta-ro-ga.\\nNow, my U-ri-on-tah, hear me\\nIn this chamber, now deserted\\nSave by thee and thy dear Princess,\\nI alone am left to guide thee.\\nPlace thine ear upon the flooring,\\nLest the walls shall hear and listen\\nI must whisper low the secret.\\nI have learned, by many ages\\nOf this work of helping Warriors,\\n200", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0210.jp2"}, "211": {"fulltext": "THE JOURNEY.\\nThat the walls know all the secrets,\\nAnd do nearly all the talking,\\nMaking discord mong the Warriors:\\nBend thine ear still closer downward\\nWhile I whisper, scarcely breathing.\\nThere exists a wondrous mascot\\nOn the cliff at On-ta-ro-ga\\nHe is standing in the wigwam,\\nNear the western wall is standing,\\nAnd his eyes are fixed and steadfast,\\nGazing eastward in his searching\\nFor the light which never cometh.\\nWhen thou first shalt gaze upon him\\nNote the gleam in his right eyeball,\\nHow it glistens, how it glitters,\\nWith a pent-up hatred gleaming\\nIn that dreadful right eye beaming.\\nThen you pass before the mascot\\nAnd you note his left eye smiling.\\nWhen he smiles upon his children\\nHis left cheek is filled with wrinkles.\\nNote these signs whene er thou comest\\nTo the place where dwells the mascot.\\nMark me well when I inform thee\\nThat this weird and wondrous mascot\\nHolds within his ample bosom\\nAll the secrets of the Bee-ess,\\nAnd, until thou shalt appease him,\\nAll in vain is thy fierce struggle\\nTo o ercome the shifty Bee-ess.", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0211.jp2"}, "212": {"fulltext": "THE SONG OF U-RI-ON-TAH.\\nDost thou hear me, U-ri-on-tah\\nArt thou listening to my teachings?\\nNay, stand still, I am not finished.\\nIt is plain thou art uneasy\\nThinkest thou that thou art greater\\nThan the only At-a-ho-can\\nKnowest not that I can crush thee\\nNow the tall and handsome Princess\\nCurls her lips in haughty scorning\\nThinks she I am not the true god\\nSee me looking straight upon you,\\nThou, the Chieftain, and the Princess,\\nAnd I well can read your secrets.\\nIt is plain I am detested,\\nYet I fain would wish to serve you.\\nThink you that I am too lowly?\\nMust you have a god to worship\\nWho is made for dainty people?\\nGo your ways, forget my teachings,\\nAnd when you are full of trouble\\nYou shall then recall this meeting.\\nSpeaking thus, the At-a-ho-can,\\nIn his cold and clammy cavern,\\nSank exhausted on his haunches.\\nNow uprose the U-ri-on-tah,\\nAnd his heart was filled with anger\\nToward the ugly At-a-ho-can\\nFor presuming to instruct him,\\nA pastmaster in the business.\\nYet he felt a gentle tugging\\n202", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0212.jp2"}, "213": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0213.jp2"}, "214": {"fulltext": "STAND ASIDE, THOU CROOKED MONSTER", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0214.jp2"}, "215": {"fulltext": "THE JOURNEY.\\nAt his skirts, for Au-die-ne-ta\\nHad foreseen the awful climax\\nAnd she dreaded this conclusion,\\nFor she knew the U-ri-on-tah\\nWould protest against the nonsense\\nOf this monstrous, ugly creature.\\nNow the U-ri-on-tah, standing\\nIn the dim light of the cavern,\\nSeemed to swell with indignation,\\nAnd he dared the At-a-ho-can\\nIn his very cavern dared him.\\nThus spake he to At-a-ho-can\\nO thou vile and ugly monster,\\nMixture of conceit and cunning!\\nThinkest thou to gain thy purpose,\\nTo control the U-ri-on-tah\\nBy thy coarse and vulgar bluster\\nKnowest not that all thou sayest\\nWas well known to U-ri-on-tah\\nEre he entered this vile dungeon?\\nDost thou think to stay my purpose\\nBy thy hints of dire disaster\\nIf I fail to heed thy counsel?\\nKnow at once the U-ri-on-tah\\nWill not bow in meek submission\\nTo thy will, nor seek to please thee\\nStand aside, thou crooked monster,\\nLest I feed thee to the vampires\\nWhich inhabit this foul cavern\\nThinkest thou to gain much credit\\n205", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0215.jp2"}, "216": {"fulltext": "THE SONG OF U-RI-ON-TAH.\\nFor thy knowledge of the mascot\\nIn the On-ta-ro-ga wigwam\\nKnow how weak is thy great story,\\nSince it pleases thee to call it\\nMascot of the Ton-a-wan-dah\\nKnow at once it is no mascot.\\nTis a god by far the greatest\\nEver known in all this country\\nKnow as well the U-ri-on-tah\\nMade this god in early ages,\\nMade him long before the green earth\\nChanged its axis, when twas rocking\\nToward the north, then toppled over\\nAnd began to form a north pole\\nFrom the wreck of its equator.\\nIt was long before this happened\\nThat the Dusky U-ri-on-tah\\nMade the Stone God by the river.\\nKnow as well there is no secret\\nWhich the Stone God could inherit,\\nOr could learn through all the ages,\\nWhich he would withhold one moment\\nFrom the Dusky U-ri-on-tah.\\nLet me tell thee, At-a-ho-can,\\nThou art wrong about the Stone God\\nSome false friend has thus deceived thee-\\nSolipsism is thy weakness.\\nGo thy ways and seek for wisdom\\nMong the snakes and and slimy lizards,\\nWhich, from every indication,\\n206", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0216.jp2"}, "217": {"fulltext": "THE JOURNEY.\\nForm thy chief and favored diet.\\nThy great stomach tells the story,\\nAnd thy breath, tis more than putrid.\\nI detest thy whole foul carcass\\nStand aside, thou duck-legged monster\\nSpeaking thus, the U-ri-on-tah\\nDrew his tomahawk and proudly\\nStrode away from out the presence\\nOf the filthy At-a-ho-can,\\nWho would fain repress his anger\\nWhile his veins were filled to bursting,\\nAs his purple face he lifted\\nUp from off the cavern s bottom,\\nAs he staggered to his club-feet\\nAnd peered out upon the darkness,\\nWhere the Chieftain and the Princess\\nHad gone proudly from his presence,\\nAnd with haughty strides were moving\\nToward the portal of the cavern.\\nBut, alas the trail was fading,\\nAt each step it grew still fainter,\\nTill at last the cold sweat, standing\\nOn the forehead of the Chieftain,\\nTold the story of the horror\\nWhich was creeping o er his senses.\\nStanding close beside the Princess,\\nIn the cold and inky blackness\\nOf the dark and gloomy cavern,\\nHe informed the trembling Princess\\nThat he could not find the portal.\\n207", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0217.jp2"}, "218": {"fulltext": "THE SONG OF U-RI-ON-TAH.\\nThus they stood in total darkness,\\nListening for the slightest signal\\nWhich should guide them to the portal\\nAnd their ears were strained with listening,\\nWhen there came from out the darkness\\nLaughter loud, and coarse, and vulgar,\\nFrom the monster At-a-ho-can.\\nBy his tones there seemed a substance\\nWhich would rumble, roll and rattle\\nRound about the vast recesses\\nOf his ponderous throat and stomach.\\nNow his voice seemed still more dreadful,\\nAs it rolled along the cavern,\\nCalling thus to U-ri-on-tah\\nWhere is now the Dusky Chieftain,\\nWho, with all his proud defiance\\nOf the true god At-a-ho-can,\\nFinds himself at last in trouble,\\nFor he cannot find the portal?\\nKnowest thou twas At-a-ho-can\\nWho destroyed the trail and left thee\\nTo thy fate among the reptiles.\\nGo thy ways nor seek to find me,\\nFor I will not heed thy wailings.\\nNow the voice of At-a-ho-can\\nDied away till naught but laughter,\\nCoarse, and vile, and brutal laughter\\nCame from out the midnight darknesso\\nTaunted thus, the U-ri-on-tah\\nGrasped the hand of Au-die-ne-ta,\\n208", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0218.jp2"}, "219": {"fulltext": "THE JOURNEY.\\nAnd they felt the way before them\\nAs they wandered in the cavern,\\nVainly seeking for the portal,\\nTill at last, worn out with walking,\\nSat they down to rest and ponder,\\nNeither speaking to the other,\\nLest their words betray their feelings.\\nNow the Chieftain and the Princess,\\nEven though they were Immortals\\nAnd were greater far than mortals,\\nFelt at last the awful power\\nOf a real god in his anger,\\nFor the wondrous At-a-ho-can\\nWas enraged because the Chieftain\\nWould not bow in meek submission\\nTo his will and do his bidding.\\nThus, alas the Chief and Princess\\nCould but wander in the darkness\\nUntil, worn and nigh exhausted,\\nSank they down and vainly waited\\nFor the morning light to cheer them,\\nWhich came not, though days were passing,\\nAnd their strength was slowly wasting\\nWith an awful thirst upon them,\\nAnd the hunger which was gnawing\\nAt their vitals without ceasing.\\nYet their courage never faltered\\nAnd they sat for days together,\\nChanting songs of their forefathers,\\nTill at last the Princess, sinking\\n209", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0219.jp2"}, "220": {"fulltext": "THE SONG OF U-RI-ON-TAH.\\nInto deep and quiet slumber,\\nFound surcease from thirst and hunger,\\nWhile the Chief stood like a statue,\\nWatching o er the sleeping Princess.\\nYet alert were all his senses,\\nFor the hope was strong within him\\nThat he soon would find the portal,\\nAnd that he and his dear Princess\\nShould walk forth in glorious sunlight\\nAnd he counted all the troubles\\nWhich thus far had crossed his pathway\\nAs the lightest portion only\\nOf the punishment expected\\nFrom the frightful fiend, the Bee-ess.\\nThus the Dusky U-ri-on-tah\\nReasoned, while the sleeping Princess,\\nWho had rested many hours,\\nSeemed disturbed, and, slowly waking,\\nCalled aloud in frightened accents\\nFor the Chief who, stooping downward,\\nLifted up the Au-die-ne-ta\\nUp from off the cold, damp flooring.\\nNow the Princess, fully wakened,\\nTold the Chief that while thus sleeping\\nShe had dreamed of frightful demons\\nComing from the dark recesses\\nOf the cavern to devour them,\\nAnd she urged the Dusky Chieftain\\nTo make haste and seek for safety\\nIn some distant, secret passage,\\n2IO", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0220.jp2"}, "221": {"fulltext": "THE JOURNEY.\\nFar beyond the reach of demons,\\nFor although they were Immortals\\nThey were now in direst danger.\\nThus the Chieftain and the Princess\\nFelt the need of pressing onward,\\nAnd they wandered in the darkness,\\nKnowing not the hour of morning\\nNor the evening when it cometh.\\nYet they knew by pangs of hunger\\nAnd a weakness creeping o er them\\nThat the days were slowly passing,\\nOne by one, with no light gleaming\\nOn their pathway from the portals.\\nHand in hand, they struggled onward\\nThrough the long and tedious windings\\nOf the cavern s many chambers,\\nWith a hand extended outward\\nAs a guard to shield their faces.\\nThus they felt the way before them,\\nAs each step so fraught with peril\\nMust be known before twas taken.\\nWalking thus in gloomy silence,\\nWhile their thoughts were on their wigwam\\nFar away among the foot-hills,\\nThey were startled by a murmur\\nWhich they felt to be quite near them,\\nAnd they stood like statues, waiting\\nFor some further sounds of wailing.\\nIn an instant they were greeted\\nBy a myriad host of voices,", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0221.jp2"}, "222": {"fulltext": "THE SONG OF U-RI-ON-TAH.\\nWhich were hollow, harsh, and grating\\nGroans, and sighs, and sounds of weeping\\nFell upon their startled senses\\nThen there came a lull of voices,\\nFollowed quickly by the rattling\\nOf the bones of Chiefs and Sachems,\\nLong since dead and thrown together\\nHere and there in wild disorder.\\nSoon the Chieftain and the Princess\\nWere surrounded by the specters\\nOf the disembodied spirits\\nOf a vast and countless number\\nOn all sides, mid groans and curses,\\nLoud and deep and never ceasing.\\nNow the Chieftain and the Princess,\\nMid the wild, uncanny tumult,\\nGrew accustomed to the noises\\nAnd began to hear more clearly,\\nAnd from out the wild confusion\\nThey could catch some ghostly ravings,\\nWhich to them grew more familiar,\\nAnd they listened most intently\\nTo a voice which sounded strangely,\\nComing from a Ha-wa-e-yoh.\\nNow the Princess felt the pressure\\nOf the fingers of the Chieftain,\\nAs his grasp was quickly tightened\\nOn the hand which he was holding,\\nAnd he trembled like the aspen\\nWhen tis shaken by the breezes,", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0222.jp2"}, "223": {"fulltext": "THE JOURNEY.\\nAnd he groaned aloud in anguish.\\nThen the Princess felt his forehead\\nWhere the cold sweat now was standing\\nIn great drops about his temples.\\nNow the voice, which stood out clearly-\\nOver all the groans and wailings,\\nSpake in clear Mo-he-gan language.\\nThese the words from out the ghost-land\\nO the horrors of this cavern,\\nO the years of desolation,\\nO the cruel hand of torture,\\nO the wretched fate that binds us,\\nO the curse that rests upon us\\nO the days when we were living\\nIn the land of Noble Uncas\\nIn the land that greets the sunrise,\\nAs it leaps from out the waters\\nCan we never see thy mountains,\\nCan we never see thy valleys,\\nCan we never hear the music\\nOf the soft winds in the forest\\nNever hear the sweet wood-robin\\nAt the borders of the wild-wood\\nNever see the white clouds floating\\nFar away, above the mountains\\nWhen the tempter came among us\\nWe were peaceful and contented,\\nBut we pledged our lives and fortunes\\nTo the Dusky U-ri-on-tah.\\nWe had but to slay the Bee-ess\\n213", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0223.jp2"}, "224": {"fulltext": "THE SONG OF U-RI-ON-TAH.\\nTo possess a wondrous power\\nOver all the tribes about us,\\nWho would send us belts of wampum\\nAnd become our slaves forever.\\nO the curse that came upon us\\nWhen we yielded to the tempter\\nWhere art thou, O Dusky Chieftain?\\nWhy, alas didst thou desert us,\\nLeaving us alone to perish\\nVictims of the hideous Bee-ess,\\nDoomed to linger in this cavern,\\nCountless ages yet before us,\\nWhile the Bee-ess laughs and dances\\nUp and down this loathsome cavern,\\nAdding daily to our torments?\\nWhere art thou, O U-ri-on-tah\\nWilt thou never come to rescue\\nAnd to save us from the demon\\nCouldst thou thus forget Jah-fah-mah,\\nO thou heartless U-ri-on-tah?\\nThen the voice from out the ghost-land\\nDied away in sullen murmur,\\nWhile the groans, and cries, and curses\\nFrom the host of ghosts and specters,\\nWhich at first were mildly raving,\\nNow increased to frightful roaring,\\nWhile the bones of these poor victims\\nRattled loud upon the flooring.\\nNow the Chieftain and the Princess,\\nStanding close beside each other,\\n214", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0224.jp2"}, "225": {"fulltext": "THE JOURNEY.\\nTried in vain to speak together,\\nFor the awful noise and rattle\\nOf the skeletons around them\\nOverwhelmed their loudest shouting.\\nThen they turned aside and, moving\\nFar away beyond the hearing\\nOf this ghostly band of specters\\nTill at last they heard no longer,\\nThen the Dusky U-ri-on-tah\\nSank upon the stony flooring,\\nAnd he wept aloud in anguish,\\nWhile the Princess sat beside him,\\nTrying hard to soothe his sorrow.\\nThen at length the Chieftain, rising,\\nLifted up the weeping Princess,\\nAnd they wandered on together,\\nWhile the Chieftain told the Princess\\nHow he had already spoken\\nOf his hunting in the eastland\\nHow he met there many Warriors,\\nWho, when they had heard his story\\nHow the Bee-ess could be conquered,\\nMaking all the Warriors famous,\\nEach and all believed the story\\nAnd they went upon the war-path.\\nThen came days of disappointment,\\nFor the Bee-ess would elude us,\\nTill at last these faithful Warriors\\nOne by one fell down and perished.\\n215", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0225.jp2"}, "226": {"fulltext": "THE SONG OF U-RI-ON-TAH.\\nIn the last days of this people,\\nWhen but few were fit for battle,\\nThey resolved to force the Bee-ess\\nToward the great lakes near the sunset,\\nThere to conquer or be conquered.\\nThen these Warriors followed westward,\\nWhile the Bee-ess fled before them,\\nTill they came to this fair valley.\\nHere the Bee-ess stood for battle,\\nAnd the eager Warriors, rushing\\nHeadlong over rocks and jungles,\\nPressed the Bee-ess slowly backward\\nTill he stood within the portals\\nOf this dark and gruesome cavern.\\nHere the Warriors thought to seize him\\nSurely he could not escape them,\\nAnd they followed close behind him\\nAs he fled within the cavern.\\nThus, alas! the Warriors perished,\\nFor the frightful At~a-ho-can\\nCast his awful spell upon them.\\nThus we found them, thus we leave them,\\nBut my heart is torn and bleeding\\nAs I think of all the horrors\\nOf those days now long departed.\\nI was with those faithful Warriors\\nWhen they started on the war-path\\nWhen we came to that great river\\nCalled the Ca-ho-ha-ta-te-a.\\nThere we heard conflicting rumors\\n216", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0226.jp2"}, "227": {"fulltext": "THE JOURNEY.\\nOne related how the Bee-ess\\nHad gone up the Ag-me-gu-e,\\nWhile still others saw him going\\nDown the Ca-ho-ha-ta-te-a.\\nThen we called a secret council,\\nAnd at length it was decided\\nThat the Dusky U-ri-on-tah,\\nWith a band of trusty Warriors,\\nShould pursue the wily Bee-ess\\nDown the river toward the island\\nWhere the Tam-an-end, the Chieftain,\\nThe Algonkian, was the ruler,\\nWhile the other Warriors waited\\nIn the land of Ag-me-gu-e\\nThe return of U-ri-on-tah.\\nBut, alas! in vain they waited,\\nFor the Dusky Chief was slaughtered\\nBy the Bee-ess there in ambush,\\nOn the great Man-hat-tan island,\\nAnd was buried in the eastland,\\nAs I have already told thee.\\nThen the Warriors, who were waiting\\nOn the banks of bright Ma-ha-qua,\\nGrew impatient at the absence\\nOf the Dusky U-ri-on-tah\\nAnd his band of faithful Warriors,\\nAs they had no word or tidings\\nOf the slaughter which befell them.\\nThen this tribe of wild Mo-he-gans\\nGrasped their deadly Tum-na-he-gans,\\n^W^s\\n217", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0227.jp2"}, "228": {"fulltext": "THE SONG OF U-RI-ON-TAH.\\nAnd they started on the war-path\\nThrough the land of At-o-tar-ho\\nThrough the great Ho-de-no-sau-nee,\\nAnd the fate which soon befell them\\nThou hast learned in this foul cavern.\\nThou hast heard, my faithful Princess,\\nHow they curse the U-ri-on-tah,\\nThinking he had thus betrayed them,\\nWhen, alas the Chief had fallen\\nUnderneath the ruthless crushing\\nOf the deathless Bee-ess demon\\nAnd my heart is well-nigh broken,\\nThinking of these wretched people,\\nAnd that I must hear their wailings,\\nAnd can lift no hand to help them.\\nNow the Chieftain ceased from speaking,\\nBut the Princess soothed his sorrow\\nBy her many words of comfort,\\nYet the ravings of the specters\\nLeft their impress on the Chieftain,\\nHe was stung by accusations\\nOf desertion and betrayal,\\nWhich were false as well as cruel,\\nYet he could not plead for justice,\\nWhile the hand which held the specters\\nEven now was slowly crushing\\nU-ri-on-tah and the Princess.\\nThus they wandered till exhausted,\\nThen sank down and, both reclining\\nGainst a rock-shelf in the cavern,\\n218", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0228.jp2"}, "229": {"fulltext": "THE JOURNEY,\\nSoon they slept, and, when awaking,\\nTold each other of their dreaming.\\nHow a hideous monster, crawling\\nUp from out some slimy recess\\nOf the vast and gruesome cavern,\\nHad approached and tried to signal\\nAnd awake the weary sleepers,\\nYet he dared not signal loudly,\\nLest he rouse the At-a-ho-can.\\nBut he seemed extremely anxious\\nTo attract them by his presence\\nAnd his ponderous sides were heaving\\nWith his short and labored breathing,\\nAnd his eyes were rolling wildly,\\nAnd they pierced the inky blackness\\nOf the cavern in the manner\\nOf the wild beasts in the forest\\nWhen they roam in search of victims\\nJust before the early dawning.\\nAnd while thus the Chief and Princess\\nEach was whispering to the other,\\nCame a voice from out the darkness,\\nHalf in whisper, half in growling,\\nAnd some object seemed approaching\\nIn the darkness, and the Chieftain\\nGrasped his tomahawk and, facing\\nToward the object, stood awaiting.\\nNow the monster, drawing nearer,\\nUttered sounds which seemed to issue\\nFrom the lungs of some behemoth.\\n219", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0229.jp2"}, "230": {"fulltext": "THE SONG OF U-RI-ON-TAH.\\nYet the tones were not unkindly,\\nAnd the Dusky U-ri-on-tah\\nFelt assured that this foul creature\\nMeant no harm, and thus allowed it\\nTo approach and state its errand.\\nThus assured, the hideous creature\\nCrawled along the cavern s bottom,\\nAnd its scales would crackle loudly\\nWhen it scraped against projections\\nFrom the walls along the passage.\\nNow it drew so near the Chieftain\\nThat he felt its breath upon him,\\nAs it issued from the nostrils\\nOf this dreadful, slimy monster\\nAnd its odor breathed of reptiles\\nBreathed of foul, decaying matter,\\nWhich in swamps exhales an odor\\nWhen tis drawn from out the waters\\nWhich in summer-time are stagnant.\\nCloser still the monster cometh,\\nThen he raised his paw and gently\\nTouched the shoulder of the Chieftain,\\nAnd he softly whispered something\\nWhich the Chieftain comprehended,\\nAnd he bent his head to listen.\\nThese the words the Chieftain gathered\\nListen well to all I tell thee\\nKnow I am the Mes-ses-sa-gen.\\nOnce I took the form of monster\\nAnd when mother earth was buried", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0230.jp2"}, "231": {"fulltext": "THE JOURNEY.\\nUnderneath the mighty ocean,\\nThen I sank beneath the waters\\nAnd I crawled upon my stomach,\\nSeaching out the ocean secrets.\\nThere I found the earth beneath me,\\nWhich I seized and, struggling upward,\\nDrew the earth from out the waters\\nAnd restored it to my people.\\nIt was I who raised thy father\\nUp from out the world of waters,\\nHigher still I raised his summit\\nFar above the land around him.\\nWill his son now prove ungrateful\\nAnd refuse to hear me further?\\nSurely I am Mes-ses-sa-gen,\\nGreater far than At-a-ho-can,\\nYet thou thinkest him the greater.\\nEre thou givest final judgment\\nHear, I pray, my truthful story.\\n221", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0231.jp2"}, "232": {"fulltext": "THE SONG OF U-RI-ON-TAH.\\nCHAPTER VII.\\nSONG OF MES-SES-SA-GEN.\\nIn the days when I was mortal\\nSo likewise was At-a-ho-can.\\nIn the games we played together\\nAnd, when we had grown to manhood,\\nIn the chase we joined our fortunes\\nAnd one day, when we were riding\\nO er the plains in search of bison,\\nWe beheld a star above us\\nGently falling in the daylight.\\nSoft as eider-down it settled\\nOn the prairie near our horses,\\nAnd, behold it was a maiden\\nFairer than our wildest fancies\\nEver dreamed could grace the heavens.\\nOn the instant At-a-ho-can\\nHeadlong plunged and, quick dismounting,\\nStood beside the heavenly maiden\\nAnd began his sweetest stories,\\nMaking love upon the instant.\\nYet, while he was wildly pleading\\nFor her heart and hand in marriage,\\nShe was casting sidelong glances\\nToward the bashful Mes-ses-sa-gen.\\nSeeing which, the At-a-ho-can\\n222", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0232.jp2"}, "233": {"fulltext": "MES-SES-SA-GEN.\\nLike a tiger sprang upon me,\\nAnd we closed in deadly combat\\nIn the presence of the maiden.\\nAll day long and till the nightfall,\\nLike the she-wolf in her fury,\\nTried we each to slay the other,\\nAnd when night fell down around us\\nIn the dust we still were struggling.\\nThen the At-a-ho-can, pausing,\\nAsked the favor of a respite,\\nWhich the Mes-ses-sa-gen granted.\\nThen the At-a-ho-can, rising,\\nShook the dust from off his garments,\\nAnd addressed the Mes-ses-sa-gen.\\nThus the At-a-ho-can speaketh\\nWe have struggled since the morning\\nAnd tis plain that neither yieldeth,\\nAs we are so nearly equal\\nTherefore I propose a method\\nWhich shall stop this fruitless struggle\\nLet the maiden choose between us,\\nAnd let each abide her choosing;\\nThen when she has made selection\\nLet the other mount his pony\\nAnd go forth beyond the darkness.\\nLet him ride until the morning\\nNeath the stars and, looking upward,\\nHope to see another maiden\\nFalling downward from the heavens.\\nNow the speech of At-a-ho-can\\n223", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0233.jp2"}, "234": {"fulltext": "THE SONG OF U-RI-ON-TAH.\\nCeaseth, and the Mes-ses-sa-gen,\\nQuickly rising from his posture\\nOn the prairie grass beneath him,\\nSpake in accents soft and gentle\\nLet the Falling Star decide it,\\nYet if she should chance to favor\\nAt-a-ho-can in her choosing,\\nThen the heart of Mes-ses-sa-gen\\nWill be broken, and he cannot\\nWatch all night for starry maidens,\\nFor, alas there are no others\\nLike the Falling Star before me.\\nAnd he bowed his head and worshipped\\nFalling Star who stood before him.\\nNow the maiden turned her glances\\nFirst on one and then the other,\\nAnd at last, with many blushes,\\nLaid her hand upon the shoulder\\nOf the happy Mes-ses-sa-gen.\\nThen the At-a-ho-can, turning,\\nLeapt astride his restive pony,\\nAnd he vanished in the darkness,\\nLeaving thus the Mes-ses-sa-gen\\nOn the wild and boundless prairie,\\nWith the Falling Star beside him.\\nSwiftly now the days were passing\\nHappy days for Mes-ses-sa-gen.\\nWhen the Autumn days were coming,\\nAnd the green leaves turned to golden,\\nThen the tribes were all assembled\\n224", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0234.jp2"}, "235": {"fulltext": "MES-SES-SA-GEN.\\nFor the corn-dance and the worship\\nAt the graves of their forefathers.\\nThere the happy Mes-ses-sa-gen,\\nWith the Falling Star beside him,\\nCame and worshipped with his people\\nAnd, while they were thus attending\\nTo the customs of their fathers,\\nLo the surly At-a-ho-can,\\nWith the swiftness of an eagle,\\nCame upon them from the forest,\\nAnd he rode his swiftest pony.\\nWhen he once had passed before them\\nQuick he turned and, leaning over,\\nDrew an arrow from his quiver\\nAnd he placed it on the bow-string.\\nNow the Falling Star had risen\\nFrom her place beside the Chieftain,\\nFor she seemed to have suspicion\\nThat she stood in mortal peril,\\nAnd she sprang to Mes-ses-sa-gen,\\nAs though seeking his protection.\\nBut, alas! the fates decided\\nThat her dear young life must vanish\\nFrom the earth and thus to leave me\\nFor the hateful At-a-ho-can\\nSent an arrow from his bow-string,\\nAnd it pierced her breast and, passing\\nThrough her body, fell beside her,\\nWhile she reeled and, falling forward\\nIn the arms of Mes-ses-sa-gen,\\n225", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0235.jp2"}, "236": {"fulltext": "THE SONG OF U-RI-ON-TAH.\\nFelt the life-blood leave her body\\nAnd she sank beside her Chieftain,\\nWhile to him she softly murmured\\nOf her love and true devotion.\\nThen her sweet soul left her body\\nAnd returned again to heaven,\\nWhence it came upon the prairie.\\nYet she hovers o er me always,\\nHer fair face is still before me,\\nNight and day I feel her presence,\\nHer dear heart was true and tender.\\nWhen her dark hair fell about me,\\nWhen she leaned upon my shoulder,\\nWhen her soft cheek pressed my bosom,\\nThen, indeed, was I most happy.\\nWhen the hateful At-a-ho-can\\nHad destroyed my prairie flower,\\nThen he turned and fled so swiftly\\nTo the mountains near the sunset\\nThat the swiftest rider present\\nCould not hope to overtake him.\\nBut revenge had filled my bosom,\\nAnd the At-a-ho-can knowing\\nThat the stalwart Mes-ses-sa-gen\\nNever swerved from any purpose\\nWhen his heart was set upon it,\\nFled in terror from the country.\\nAnd the Mes-ses-sa-gen followed\\nOn the trail of At-a-ho-can,\\nNever stopping in the morning,\\n226", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0236.jp2"}, "237": {"fulltext": "vsmwwsbmmsSm\\nAND SHE SANK BESIDE HER CHIEFTAIN.", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0237.jp2"}, "238": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0238.jp2"}, "239": {"fulltext": "MES-SES-SA-GEN.\\nNever stopping in the evening.\\nThus he followed o er the mountains,\\nTo the westward ever pressing,\\nTill at last the Mes-ses-sa-gen\\nCame upon the At-a-ho-can,\\nWho was seated in a wigwam,\\nIn a circle of brave Warriors\\nFriendly to the At-a-ho-can.\\nMes-ses-sa-gen, never halting,\\nSwung his tomahawk about him\\nAnd he slew the At-a-ho-can.\\nThen the friends who saw the combat\\nStood aloof, none dared to welcome\\nMes-ses-sa-gen in his anger.\\nAnd they drew aside and counseled,\\nWhile the Mes-ses-sa-gen, standing\\nNear the body of his victim,\\nUnderstood the fearful import\\nOf the lengthened council meeting\\nWell he knew the coming judgment,\\nYet he stood unmoved and tranquil,\\nWhen at last the council ended,\\nThen the Chief advanced and, speaking\\nTo the sullen Mes-ses-sa-gen,\\nTold him he must choose the method,\\nBut his own life must be taken\\nBy his own hand, or his kindred\\nMust perform the painful duty,\\nNow the Mes-ses-sa-gen pleaded\\nThat his life should not be taken,\\n229", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0239.jp2"}, "240": {"fulltext": "THE SONG OF U-RI-ON-TAH.\\nClaiming that it was not murder\\nWhen protecting wife or children\\nFrom the onslaught of a villain.\\nThus the Mes-ses-sa-gen pleaded,\\nBut in vain, for all the Warriors\\nStood unmoved and told the Chieftain\\nHe must die before the morning.\\nNow the Mes-ses-sa-gen, rising,\\nLifted up his voice in speaking\\nTo the Warriors standing round him,\\nTold them how he had determined\\nTo appear before the Oom-paugh\\n1 He who rules above all others\\nFrom his mystic shrine he ruleth\\nAll the land and all the people.\\nAnd the gods the people worship\\nBow to him as the supreme one.\\nHe is perfect in his rulings,\\nFor he made the sea and mountains,\\nMade the sun shine on the forests,\\nMade the moon, and clouds, and rainfall,\\nMade the corn to grow and ripen.\\nGreater far than all the others\\nIs the On-ta-ro-ga Oom-paugh,\\nAnd to him the Mes-ses-sa-gen\\nWould appeal for final judgment\\nAt the mention of the Oom-paugh\\nAll the Warriors fell face downward,\\nNever rising, never moving\\nWhile the Mes-ses-sa-gen lingered,\\n230", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0240.jp2"}, "241": {"fulltext": "MES-SES-SA-GEN.\\nWho, now turning, left the wigwam,\\nAnd departed toward the sunrise.\\nSoon he came before the Oom-paugh\\nAnd he told his painful story.\\nThen the Oom-paugh, slowly speaking\\nTo the prostrate Mes-ses-sa-gen,\\nBade him rise and seek the Warriors\\nWho had judged him in the wigwam,\\nThere to suffer death by kindred,\\nWho should pierce his breast with arrows,\\nAnd when death had claimed its victim.\\nThen the soul of Mes-ses-sa-gen\\nMust go on until a monster\\nShould appear along his pathway\\nThen the soul must straightway enter\\nThis foul beast, and thenceforth wander\\nIn a dark and loathsome cavern,\\nThere to dwell until the Oom-paugh\\nShould release the Mes-ses-sa-gen.\\nAnd while thus he dwelt in darkness\\nHe should bow in meek submission\\nTo the will of At-a-ho-can.\\nThus the great Stone God, the Oom-paugh\\nRendered judgment on the Chieftain,\\nWho at once obeyed the mandate\\nThus you find me at this moment.\\nNow I pray thee, U-ri-on-tah,\\nListen well to all I tell thee,\\nFor I fain would lead thee quickly\\nTo the portal of this cavern\\n231", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0241.jp2"}, "242": {"fulltext": "THE SONG OF U-RI-ON-TAH.\\nYet I fear the At-a-ho-can\\nMay suspect from my long absence\\nAnd shall turn me from my purpose.\\nBring thine ear where thou canst clearly\\nHear me whisper words of warning.\\nKnow, then, how the At-a-ho-can,\\nWhen he told thee of the mascot\\nIn the wigwam on the hill-top\\nOn the ledge at On-ta-ro-ga,\\nWhich, he said, knew all the secrets\\nOf the great and wondrous Bee-ess,\\nTried to lead thee into trouble.\\nLet me tell thee, U-ri-on-tah,\\nTis the great Stone God, the Oom-paugh,\\nWhich he told thee was a mascot.\\nThou wert right when thou didst answer,\\nTo the face of At-a-ho-can,\\nWhat thou knowest of the Oom-paugh\\nFor the crafty At-a-ho-can\\nSought to bring thee to his liking,\\nAnd to strip thee of the credit,\\nShould the Bee-ess fall before thee.\\nFor the At-a-ho-can wanteth\\nMuch the credit of defeating\\nThis Bee-ess, whenever vanquished,\\nHoping thus to win great favor\\nWith the Oom-paugh on the hill-top,\\nThinking thus to gain his freedom\\nFrom the thraldom of the monster,\\nWhom the Stone God bade him enter,\\n232", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0242.jp2"}, "243": {"fulltext": "ME S- SE S- SA GEN.\\nAnd remain thus through the ages\\nFor his foul and wicked murder\\nOf the Falling Star, my Princess.\\nThis is why he strove to force thee\\nTo submit to his dictation.\\nWill the Dusky Chieftain listen,\\nWhile I tell the truthful story,\\nHow the treacherous At-a-ho-can\\nTried to make the U-ri-on-tah\\nThink twas he who brought the cyclone,\\nWhich should turn thy footsteps hither?\\nKnow, alas it was the Bee-ess\\nWho has caused thee all this sorrow\\nAnd, although the At-a-ho-can\\nKnoweth not, yet tis the Bee-ess\\nWho is guiding all his actions,\\nAnd he fain would starve the Chieftain\\nIn this vile and loathsome cavern\\nAt the bidding of the Bee-ess.\\nAt-a-ho-can is a hoo-doo,\\nWhich the Bee-ess tries to fasten\\nOn the back of U-ri-on-tah.\\nFlee at once, my Dusky Chieftain\\nNear the portal thou art standing,\\nTurn thy gaze and see the glimmer\\nWhich is faintly creeping downward\\nFrom a crevice in the rock-cliff.\\nFollow quick this ray of morning,\\nIt will lead thee to the portal.\\nWhen thou comest to the Oom-paugh,\\n233", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0243.jp2"}, "244": {"fulltext": "THE SONG OF U-RI-ON-TAH\\nI beseech thee to remember\\nBroken-hearted Mes-ses-sa-gen.\\nBeg the Oom-paugh to release me\\nAnd restore me to my kingdom,\\nAs a god to my dear people\\nIn the Can-an-dai-gua country,\\nTo the westward of this cavern,\\nFar beyond Cay-u-ga s waters,\\nWhere the wondrous Can-an-dai-gua\\nSparkles in the glorious sunlight,\\nEven to the Gen-es-se-o,\\nRound the Hon-e-oye, the golden\\nThere the people wait my coming.\\nWhen the Indian Summer cometh\\nAnd the corn is ripe for harvest,\\nThere my people all assemble\\nAnd invoke the only Oom-paugh\\nTo release the Mes-ses-sa-gen\\nAnd return him to his people.\\nSpeaking thus, the hideous monster\\nRaised his head and turned it slowly,\\nWith his great eyes rolling wildly,\\nWhich were bulging from their sockets,\\nAnd were wide apart and standing\\nOut like boulders from his forehead.\\nHis foul nostrils, turning upward,\\nDrew the upper lip, exposing\\nRows of teeth, which well resembled\\nHalf-burnt stumps that stand decaying\\nIn some lonesome backwoods pasture.\\n234", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0244.jp2"}, "245": {"fulltext": "MES-SES-SA-GEN.\\nNow the monster, slowly moving,\\nCaused his scales to crackle loudly\\nAs he bent his neck in turning.\\nStill he paused to hear the answer,\\nWhich the Dusky Chieftain whispered\\nIn his ear before departing\\nCheer thine heart, my faithful monster,\\nFor when I approach the Oom-paugh\\nI will make it my first duty\\nTo present thy painful story,\\nAnd beseech him to release thee.\\nHearing this, the wretched creature\\nSlowly vanished in the darkness.\\nThen the Chieftain and the Princess\\nTurned their faces toward the portal,\\nAnd with quickened step they hastened\\nToward the light, which now came streaming\\nThrough a crevice near the entrance.\\nNow their hearts were beating wildly\\nFor the freedom of the forest,\\nFor the sunshine in the valley\\nAnd they ran when drawing nearer\\nTo the mouth of this foul cavern.\\nThen they saw the forest waving,\\nAnd they felt the breath of morning\\nAs they reached the fateful portal.\\nBut the thrill of exultation\\nTurned to bitter disappointment\\nIn the twinkling of an eyelash\\nWas the pale and shrunken Chieftain\\n235", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0245.jp2"}, "246": {"fulltext": "THE SONG OF U-RI-ON-TAH.\\nSnatched from off the earth and lifted\\nUp until his feet were dangling\\nIn the air above the portal\\nTo and fro his body swinging,\\nWhile his flesh was being tortured\\nBy the hooks with which the Chieftain\\nWas upheld, despite his struggles.\\nFor the cruel hooks were fastened\\nIn his flesh below the shoulders,\\nAnd his shoulder-blades were lifted\\nTill the hooks were drawn beneath them,\\nWhile his blood was trickling downward\\nTo his feet and fast was dropping\\nTo the ground beneath the Chieftain.\\nAnd the cruel At-a-ho-can\\nHere was sitting on his haunches,\\nAnd his fat eyes rolled with pleasure\\nAs he peered from out the cavern\\nAt the suffering U-ri-on-tah.\\nThen the vile and loathsome monster\\nLaughed aloud with coarse reviling,\\nUttering words of vulgar import\\nTo torment the silent Chieftain.\\nThus the At-a-ho-can speaketh\\nDid the Dusky U-ri-on-tah\\nThink to thwart the honest purpose\\nOf the only true god living\\nIn the On-on-da-ga valley?\\nKnow at last I am thy master,\\nAnd my purpose is to hold thee\\n236", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0246.jp2"}, "247": {"fulltext": "MES-SES-SA-GEN.\\nIn a bondage most disgusting,\\nFor I mean to make thee serve me\\nAs a slave to clean my person.\\nThou shalt breathe this foul air with me,\\nThou shalt sleep among the vampires,\\nThou shalt feel the lizards crawling\\nO er thy body in the darkness.\\nThus shalt thou remain forever\\nIn this cavern, and I charge thee\\nNever more to seek the daylight.\\nThou shalt never see the Princess,\\nWho is struggling at this moment\\nIn the arms of Mes-ses-sa-gen,\\nWho shall have her now and always\\nAs reward for proving faithful\\nTo the true god At-a-ho-can.\\nSpeaking thus, he turned exhausted\\nAnd his squab-legs, short and crooked,\\nWabbled slowly in the darkness,\\nBearing ill his loathsome carcass.\\nLeft alone was U-ri-on-tah,\\nAnd the day dragged slowly onward,\\nAs the sun looked down upon him\\nWhile it climbed the southern heavens,\\nTill at last it crossed the zenith\\nOn its way to western waters.\\nStill the Chieftain hung suspended,\\nAnd the agony of dying\\nHe endured in patient silence\\nNot a sigh or sound escaped him,\\n237", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0247.jp2"}, "248": {"fulltext": "THE SONG OF U-RI-ON-TAH.\\nAnd his face was hard and stolid.\\nWell he knew the At-a-ho-can\\nHad not gone beyond the hearing,\\nAnd he would not please the monster\\nBy complaining of his fortune.\\nSeeing this, the At-a-ho-can\\nCalled an imp from out the darkness,\\nWhom he bade to bring some rawhides\\nAnd attach them to the Chieftain.\\nRound his ankles they were fastened,\\nThen the skins were filled with boulders\\nWhich were lying near the cavern.\\nThus the cruel At-a-ho-can\\nHoped that, by the added torture,\\nHe would force the Dusky Chieftain\\nTo cry out and beg for mercy.\\nBut he failed in his foul purpose,\\nFor the Chieftain never murmured;\\nHe was, then, in truth a Mun-i,\\nSelf-contained in all his sufferings.\\nNow the night was fast approaching\\nAnd the pain was turned to numbness\\nThen the Dusky Chieftain fainteth,\\nThen reviveth on the instant.\\nAll night long the U-ri-on-tah\\nThus was tortured, while the Princess\\nCame not nigh, although the Chieftain\\nSpake her name in softest whispers.\\nIn the early morning s dawning\\nCame the Princess, softly creeping\\n238", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0248.jp2"}, "249": {"fulltext": "ME S-SES-SA-GEN.\\nFrom the cavern, with her finger\\nPressed against her lips as warning\\nTo her Chief to bear in silence,\\nWhile she glided swiftly upward\\nWhere the rawhide cord was fastened\\nWhich upheld the Dusky Chieftain.\\nQuick she loosed the knot which held him.\\nAnd the Dusky Chieftain sinketh\\nOn the ground to lie unconscious,\\nWhile the Princess bathed his temples\\nWith the cool and sparkling water\\nWhich came leaping from the rock-cliff.\\nSoon the Chief revived and, rising,\\nClasped the hand of Au-die-ne-ta,\\nAnd in silence they departed\\nToward the ever-friendly forest,\\nWhich they reached, then sat and rested,\\nThankful for their final rescue\\nFrom the monster At-a-ho-can.\\nNow the Dusky Chieftain, rising,\\nSaid he must go forth in searching\\nFor some food to stay their hunger,\\nAs they both were nearly famished.\\nQuickly then the Chieftain, speeding\\nLike a wild deer through the forest,\\nFound some friendly Indians feasting,\\nWho, in quick response to suffering,\\nFairly loaded down the Chieftain,\\nWho in haste then sought the Princess\\nAnd they sat and ate in silence\\n239", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0249.jp2"}, "250": {"fulltext": "THE SONG OF U-RI-ON-TAH.\\nBy the brooklet which came leaping\\nDown the hill-side, cool and sparkling,\\nAs it tumbled o er the gray rocks,\\nOn its way to join the waters\\nOf the salt lake in the valley.\\nWhile they sat and ate together,\\nIt was then the Dusky Chieftain\\nBrought to mind a wondrous legend\\nHe had heard, when he was living\\nAs a Chief in Ton-a-wan-dah,\\nIn the age when he was taken\\nFrom his tender she-wolf mother.\\nThis the legend as he heard it,\\nAnd he told it to the Princess\\nWhile they sat beside the brooklet\\n240", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0250.jp2"}, "251": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0251.jp2"}, "252": {"fulltext": "GREAT LOCK-AR-DA-NO-MAH.", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0252.jp2"}, "253": {"fulltext": "LOCK-AR-DA-NO-MAH.\\nCHAPTER VIII.\\nSONG OF LOCK-AR-DA-NO-MAH.\\nMany thousand moons have vanished\\nSince the Great Chief On-on-da-ga\\nCaught the breath within his nostrils,\\nIn the heart of yonder mountain,\\nAnd came forth a living creature,\\nFirst of all the human beings,\\nStanding upright in his manhood.\\nWhen the thunder shook the heavens,\\nAnd the lightning darted downward,\\nLo it rent an oak asunder\\nAnd, behold when it had parted\\nThere stepped forth a lovely Princess,\\nDecked in many beads and spangles.\\nNear her stood the On-on-da-ga\\nAnd she smiled upon the Chieftain,\\nThen henceforth they lived together.\\nThus the race of man was started,\\nWhich soon branched in all directions,\\nWith a rapid growth in numbers,\\nTill they peopled all the country\\nFar away from On-on-da-ga.\\nAnd they raised up wars against him,\\nTill his heart was sad and heavy\\nIn his sorrow for his children.\\n243", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0253.jp2"}, "254": {"fulltext": "THE SONG OF U-RI-ON-TAH.\\nThen the Mighty Chieftain faileth,\\nThrough his age and many troubles,\\nAnd he sank among his people,\\nThen they placed him in the mountain\\nWhence he came when first created.\\nAges came and swiftly vanished,\\nYet the blood of On-on-da-ga\\nFilled the veins of many Warriors\\nWho came after that Great Chieftain,\\nAnd their lives were spent in fighting\\nFor a peace which never followed\\nOn their trail throughout the ages.\\nYet they were a kindly people\\nAnd their hearts were true and tender.\\nNever were they known to plunder\\nOther tribes for sake of wampum,\\nYet when all the tribes around them\\nSought to drive them from the valley,\\nThen they rose in wrathful manner\\nAnd they drove the foe before them.\\nYet the richness and the beauty\\nOf the On-on-da-ga valley\\nTempted other tribes to venture\\nOn a conquest for possession,\\nWith the same result as always\\nNone could stand before the valor\\nOf the mighty On-on-da-gas.\\nThus the ages came and vanished,\\nTill at last a Chieftain cometh\\nWho was known throughout the valley\\n244", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0254.jp2"}, "255": {"fulltext": "LOCK-AR-DA-NO-MAH.\\nAs the Great Lock-ar-da-no-mah,\\nStraight descendant from the Chieftain,\\nGreat and mighty On-on-da-ga.\\nWhen the Great Lock-ar-da-no-mah\\nGrew to manhood he was saddened\\nO er the slaughter of his people\\nBy the hostiles, ever ready\\nFor the scalps of his brave Warriors.\\nThen Lock-ar-da-no-mah wandered\\nIn the forest, and he climbeth\\nOn a rock upon the hill-side,\\nWhere he sat and meditated\\nOn the woes his children suffered.\\nLong he sat in thoughtful study\\nOver plans to save his people.\\nEven while he sat and pondered\\nHe could hear the wails of anguish\\nFrom the On-on-da-ga women.\\nThey were weeping for their loved ones\\nWho had fallen in the battle.\\nThen the Great Lock-ar-da-no-mah\\nWept alone in bitter anguish.\\nDay by day he journeyed hither,\\nAnd his silent tears were falling\\nOn the gray rocks all about him,\\nTill at last a brook was started\\nBy the flood of tears fast falling\\nFrom his eyes in mighty torrents\\nThus the brook became established.\\nIn those days the salt which settled\\n245", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0255.jp2"}, "256": {"fulltext": "THE SONG OF U-RI-ON-TAH.\\nFrom his tears was carried downward,\\nTill it formed a mighty basin\\nUnderneath that lovely valley,\\nAnd the pale-face who came after\\nSoon exchanged this salt for wampum.\\nThus the salt of On-on-da-ga\\nWas created by the Chieftain\\nKnown as Great Lock-ar-da-no-mah.\\nAnd, behold whene er the hostiles\\nLearned the cause of all the saltness\\nOf the great lake in the valley,\\nThey were sore afraid and troubled,\\nLest the Great Lock-ar-da-no-mah\\nShould break out in greater volume\\nAnd o erwhelm them while they slumbered.\\nThus it came that every hostile\\nFled in terror from the valley.\\nThen the Great Lock-ar-da-no-mah\\nDried his tears mid smiles of triumph,\\nAnd the On-on-da-ga people\\nLived in peace forever after\\nThis the legend as I heard it,\\nAnd, behold my Au-die-ne-ta,\\nWe are sitting near the brooklet\\nWhich the Great Lock-ar-da-no-mah\\nCaused to spring from out the hill-side\\nAnd go laughing down the valley.\\nTwas the silent tear that did it.\\nWell the U-ri-on-tah knoweth\\nOf the wondrous power of tear-drops\\n246", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0256.jp2"}, "257": {"fulltext": "AND GO LAUGHING DOWN THE VALLEY.", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0257.jp2"}, "258": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0258.jp2"}, "259": {"fulltext": "LOCK-AR-DA-NO-MAH.\\nFalling from the eyes of women.\\nBut he drew his breath in wonder,\\nWhen he thought of driving hostiles\\nFrom the field, who never ventured\\nTo return to make more trouble,\\nSimply by the copious shedding\\nOf the tears from one brave Warrior;\\nAnd the thought bore in upon him\\nOf the mammoth size this Warrior\\nMust have been to thus accomplish\\nAll the wonders here related.\\nThen the U-ri-on-tah wisheth\\nHe could thus o erwhelm the Bee-ess.\\nWhen at last the meal was ended\\nU-ri-on-tah asked the Princess\\nTo relate her painful story.\\nThus spake low the Au-die-ne-ta\\nWhen my Chieftain was drawn upward\\nI was seized by one behind me\\nAnd my hands were tied together,\\nThen a voice came from the cavern\\nAnd it bade me stand and listen.\\nTwas the voice of At-a-ho-can,\\nAnd he called the Mes-ses-sa-gen,\\nWho came crawling slowly forward.\\nThen the At-a-ho-can speaketh\\nMes-ses-sa-gen, take the Princess\\nTo a dungeon in the cavern,\\nThere to keep her as a servant.\\nWatch thou o er her lest she hideth,\\n249", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0259.jp2"}, "260": {"fulltext": "THE SONG OF U-RI-ON-TAH.\\nThen escapes to join the Chieftain,\\nWho, I think, may have departed\\nBy the morning to the country,\\nWhence no one returns to tell it.\\nStill, for fear I am mistaken,\\nAnd the Dusky Chief is able\\nTo endure until the morning,\\nI will guard him every moment,\\nAnd, should he outlive the torture,\\nHe shall be my slave forever\\nThen the brutal At-a-ho-can\\nSettled down upon his haunches\\nNear the entrance to the cavern,\\nWhere he watched the U-ri-on-tah.\\nThen the gentle Mes-ses-sa-gen\\nWhispered softly to the Princess.\\nWhile he loosed the painful fastenings\\nFrom her wrists, he urged the Princess\\nTo retire within the cavern\\nAnd await his early coming.\\nHe would try to find some measures\\nTo appease the At-a-ho-can,\\nWho was terrible when angry.\\nWhen the night was far advancing\\nAnd the morning stars were singing,\\nThen the gentle Mes-ses-sa-gen\\nCame and whispered to the Princess\\nThat, by searching through the cavern,\\nHe had found some fire-water,\\nWhich he said the At-a-ho-can\\n250", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0260.jp2"}, "261": {"fulltext": "LOCK- A R-DA-NO-MAH.\\nWould receive without resistance\\nAnd, when sleep should follow after,\\nThen the Princess must act quickly:\\nShe must glide past At-a-ho-can\\nAnd release the U-ri-on-tah,\\nThen together they must hasten\\nUp the valley to the westward,\\nWhere the Great Chief Ska-ne-at-e-les\\nWould await them on the morrow.\\nThen the gentle Mes-ses-sa-gen\\nUrged the Princess Au-die-ne-ta\\nTo remind the Dusky Chieftain\\nOf his promise to petition\\nFor release and restoration\\nTo his own beloved people:\\nTell the Dusky U-ri-on-tah\\nThat, while watching At-a-ho-can\\nThrough the long night now just passing,\\nI then heard the ugly monster\\nSpeak in whispers to the Bee-ess,\\nWhom he promised that the Chieftain\\nShould not slip from out his clutches.\\nThen the Bee-ess, with a chuckle,\\nPeered from out the cavern s portal\\nAt the hapless U-ri-on-tah,\\nAnd he sneered his satisfaction,\\nThen with jaunty air he vanished.\\nBut, before he had departed,\\nMes-ses-sa-gen heard him utter\\nIn a strange, mysterious manner,\\n251", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0261.jp2"}, "262": {"fulltext": "THE SONG OF U-RI-ON-TAH.\\nWords of wondrous depth of meaning\\nHow the Dusky U-ri-on-tah\\nInto Bee-ess traps had fallen,\\nAnd, because the Dusky Chieftain\\nHad moved westward on the war-path\\nWith no wampum belts around him,\\nThe Bee-ess would surely conquer,\\nAs he had through all the ages.\\nThen the Bee-ess muttered softly:\\nShould the Dusky U-ri-on-tah\\nBring his Warriors from the eastland\\nWith their wampum belts about them,\\nThen, forsooth, I might surrender.\\nBut, so long as U-ri-on-tah\\nThinks to capture me with weapons\\nLight as air, then he will only\\nMeet defeat in every battle.\\nThen he strode away and murmured\\nWords which seemed to sound familiar\\nTo my ear when I was mortal\\nThese the words the song suggested\\nNothing clears the understanding\\nLike the wampum belts around us.\\nEvery doubt and scruple endeth\\nOn the instant when the wampum\\nShows itself upon the Warrior.\\nHow it caters to the meanest\\nHow the loud and clamorous listen\\nTo the siren with the wampum\\nHow it brings the most unbending\\n252", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0262.jp2"}, "263": {"fulltext": "L CK-A R-DA -NO- MA H.\\nOf the Chiefs to their patellas\\nWhen they hear the clink of wampum\\nthe wampum is the winner\\nIt confounds our greatest statesmen,\\nStriketh dumb our finest speakers\\nAll our liberties are threatened\\nWhen the Warrior comes among us\\nWith his wampum belts around him.\\nThen, the Bee-ess passing onward,\\nSoon his notes were growing fainter,\\nAnd at last were heard no longer,\\nAs he danced away on tiptoe\\nWith a gay and glad demeanor.\\nAnd he wore a look of triumph,\\nIn his eye there gleamed the tiger,\\nIn the fur his claws were hidden.\\nVery handsome is the Bee-ess,\\nAnd he always looked his sweetest\\nAfter he had won a battle\\nFrom the Dusky U-ri-on-tah.\\nAnd, indeed, he chuckled slyly,\\nFor was not the Dusky Chieftain\\nEven now engaged in planning\\nHow he may be freed from torture\\nAnd escape within the forest,\\nThere to heal the cuts and bruises\\nWhich the Bee-ess had inflicted?\\nAnd the cunning, cruel creature\\nUnder cover of the darkness\\nDisappeared beyond the hearing.\\n253", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0263.jp2"}, "264": {"fulltext": "THE SONG OF U-RI-ON-TAH.\\nThen the Mes-ses-sa-gen crawleth\\nTo the side of At-a-ho-can,\\nAnd he hands the fire-water\\nTo the true god of the valley,\\nWho, with naught of hesitation,\\nThrew it down his mighty gullet,\\nThen leaned back and sank in slumber.\\nNow the Au-die-ne-ta glideth\\nPast the sleeping At-a-ho-can\\nTo the Dusky U-ri-on-tah,\\nAnd released him from his torture.\\nNow she sitteth down beside him,\\nAnd her heart is light and happy.\\nNow the Dusky Chieftain ponders\\nOn the story of the Princess,\\nAnd it made a deep impression,\\nFor he finds at last the secret\\nHow to triumph o er the Bee-ess\\nUse of wampum was the secret.\\nYet the Dusky Chieftain pauseth,\\nFor suspicion fills his bosom.\\nDid the Bee-ess sing of wampum\\nTo beguile the U-ri-on-tah,\\nAnd persuade him to relinquish\\nAll his plans against the Bee-ess\\nWas it not another dead-fall,\\nWhich the cold, relentless demon\\nHad contrived for U-ri-on-tah,\\nTo be caught once more and punished?\\nThus the Dusky Chieftain reasoned,\\n254", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0264.jp2"}, "265": {"fulltext": "LOCK- A R-DA-NO-MAH.\\nSat and pondered on the future,\\nWhile the Princess Au-die-ne-ta\\nBathed his wounds in pure witch-hazel\\nAnd, with words of hope and comfort,\\nTried to cheer the Dusky Warrior.\\nBut twas plain that U-ri-on-tah\\nMust acknowledge that the Bee-ess\\nHad not lost his former cunning,\\nBut, indeed, had gained in shrewdness.\\nThen the weary U-ri-on-tah\\nThought of all the years which ended\\nIn defeat for his Brave Warriors\\nIn his struggle with the Bee-ess\\nHow, throughout the dreary ages\\nWhich were passed in vain endeavor\\nTo defeat the deathless demon,\\nHe had never yet succeeded\\nIn one battle with the monster\\nEven though twere but a skirmish,\\nYet the Dusky U-ri-on-tah\\nNever made the slightest headway.\\nThus the Chieftain sat and pondered,\\nWhile the world seemed rushing past him.\\nIt was plain that he was worried,\\nAnd he felt the need of something\\nWhich should lift the unseen hoo-doo\\nFrom his back, where it was fastened\\nBy the cunning, cruel Bee-ess.\\nThus the Chieftain sat reflecting\\nTill the sun had crossed the zenith,\\n255", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0265.jp2"}, "266": {"fulltext": "THE SONG OF U-RI-ON-TAIL\\nAnd was sinking to the westward,\\nHanging low beyond the forest\\nStill he sat unmoved and silent\\nWith the Princess close beside him.\\nEven now the night is falling,\\nAnd the birds are hushed and silent,\\nWhile the moon is softly climbing\\nO er the hill-tops to the eastward,\\nAnd the Autumn wind is chilly,\\nAs it steals from out the northland,\\nAnd the purple leaves are falling\\nFast around the Chief and Princess,\\nWho are sitting still and silent\\nThey are brooding o er their troubles.\\nTime is passing all unheeded,\\nWhile the wind is gently rising,\\nAs the midnight hour approaches.\\nNow the wind breathes through the branches\\nLike the music of the harp-strings\\nSwept by hands of unseen spirits;\\nAlto notes are softly wailing,\\nAs the winds are growing stronger,\\nAnd, from far-off hill-tops coming,\\nSound like march of mighty armies,\\nMoving down in line of battle.\\nWondrous music now is moaning\\nThrough the forest, while the Chieftain\\nAnd the Princess sit and listen.\\nNow ^Eolian harps and organs\\nJoin in sweetest notes of worship\\n256", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0266.jp2"}, "267": {"fulltext": "L CK-A R-DA -NO- MA H.\\nBands are marching in the forest\\nWith their silver horns and trumpets,\\nPlaying sad and mournful music\\nAs they pass beyond the hearing.\\nThen arise from all about them\\nSounds which seem to fall from heaven,\\nRolling in from all directions,\\nJoining in triumphal chorus.\\nMyriad heavenly voices singing\\nTo the music of the soft reeds,\\nBlown upon by sprites and fairies.\\nMinor strains and soft chromatics,\\nEnharmonic intonations,\\nBlending in the sweetest cadence\\nEver heard or ever falling\\nOn the ear of an Immortal.\\nNot in all the world of music\\nIs there aught by which to liken\\nMusic wrought by unseen spirits\\nIn the heart of every forest.\\nSitting thus, the Chief and Princess\\nAre enraptured by the music,\\nAnd their hearts are filled with courage,\\nYet their cheeks are moist with weeping,\\nFor the music of the forest\\nTakes them back to their dear wigwam\\nAnd they feel the weight upon them\\nOf the burden which their father\\nPlaced upon them when he stripped them\\nOf their powers as proud Immortals,\\n257", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0267.jp2"}, "268": {"fulltext": "THE SONG OF U-RI-ON-TAH.\\nAnd then sent them forth to battle\\nWith a cruel, deathless demon.\\nThus they talk of their dear wigwam\\nIn the foot-hills where they left it\\nTo pursue the cruel Bee-ess.\\nThese and many kindred subjects\\nWere discussed awhile the music\\nSwept along and through the forest\\nIn sad anthems, soft and dreamy.\\nThen again the U-ri-on-tah\\nPondered on the past, and wondered\\nIf his friends were true and steadfast\\nAll the braves of O. O. T. T.\\nAnd the chiefs around the Oom-paugh.\\nDo they think of U-ri-on-tah\\nAnd have strong desire to see him\\nWhere were all the wolf-clan Warriors\\nWhen the hour of danger cometh\\nWill the Chiefs give forth the war-whoop,\\nAnd rush in where braves are struggling\\nRound the dauntless U-ri-on-tah?\\nWhere the arrows fall the thickest,\\nWhere the tomahawks are flashing,\\nWhere the scalps are torn and lifted,\\nWill the chiefs of O. O. T. T.\\nStand beside the U-ri-on-tah\\nIn his battles with the Bee-ess?\\nIt was thus he thought and pondered,\\nWhile the Au-die-ne-ta rested\\nAt the feet of U-ri-on-tah,\\n258", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0268.jp2"}, "269": {"fulltext": "LOCK-AR-DA-NO-MAH.\\nWho was standing in the forest,\\nStanding still beneath the branches\\nOf a mighty monarch, spreading\\nWide his arms as though to shelter\\nU-ri-on-tah and the Princess.\\nTill at length the Chieftain, kneeling,\\nPlaced his ear upon the greensward,\\nAnd with bated breath he listened\\nTo the sound of stealthy footsteps,\\nWhich were creeping close upon them.\\nThen a voice from out the forest,\\nIn a low, deep-toned sonation,\\nSoftly spake to U-ri-on-tah\\nHear the great Loch-ar-da-no-mah,\\nMonarch of the On-on-da-gas\\nI am come from out my wigwam\\nTo deliver thee a message\\nWhich was told me in my dreaming.\\nWill the Dusky U-ri-on-tah\\nListen well to him who speaketh\\nListen to Lock-ar-da-no-mah,\\nFor, behold, the On-on-da-gas\\nAre the oldest of the nations\\nWho inhabit this vast country\\nAll the tribes of earth existing\\nSprang from out the On-on-da-gas.\\nWhen the world was young and tender\\nWhen there were no storms of winter,\\nIn the days when Indian Summer\\nReigned supreme throughout the ages,\\n259", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0269.jp2"}, "270": {"fulltext": "THE SONG OF U-RI-ON-TAH.\\nThen it was this child of nature\\nFrom the heart of yon great mountain\\nCaught the breath within his nostrils,\\nAnd stood forth a living creature.\\nThus was born the On-on-da-ga,\\nFirst and best of all creation.\\nLike the artist s proof in pictures,\\nThose which first are pressed and branded\\nBy the artist are the finest.\\nThus it was when nature molded\\nMen from out her new-made patterns\\nFirst came forth the On-on-da-ga,\\nAnd, behold, I am the Chieftain\\nOf that noble tribe of red-men\\nThe creation of this brooklet\\nWas as told by thee this morning.\\nI was listening to thy story,\\nWhich was true in all its detail,\\nYet it still remains to mention\\nHow the great Lock-ar-da-no-mah\\nPassed away beyond the southwest,\\nWhere he dwelt for many ages\\nIn the happy hunting-grounds there\\nYan-ge-yoh-ar-gwer-do-wers-tanke\\nAnd, when seated on a mountain\\nIn that most delightful country,\\nHe would look beyond its borders\\nToward the land of On-on-da-ga,\\nTill he found his heart was yearning\\nFor his own beloved brooklet,\\n260", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0270.jp2"}, "271": {"fulltext": "TILL HE FOUND HIS HEART WAS YEARNING\\nFOR HIS OWN BELOVED BROOKLET.", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0271.jp2"}, "272": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0272.jp2"}, "273": {"fulltext": "LOCK-AR-DA-NO-MAH.\\nAnd the gray rocks where he lingered\\nWhen his salty tears were falling.\\nNow the mighty Ha-wea-ne-o,\\nRuler in that land of spirits,\\nRead the heart and secret longings\\nOf the Great Lock-ar-da-no-mah,\\nAnd he called the Chief before him,\\nThen addressed him in this language\\nO thou great Lock-ar-da-no-mah,\\nFirst to form the running brooklet,\\nFirst to teach the world the value\\nOf a stream for trout to live in,\\nFirst to learn the precious secret\\nHow to form the streams and rivers\\nWhich now run in all directions\\nThrough the lands of my dear people,\\nThou art worthy of promotion,\\nAnd I bid thee now to listen\\nTo the words of Ha-wea-ne-o.\\nSince the days when thou didst fashion\\nOne small brooklet on the hill-side\\nOther Chiefs have come and builded\\nFirst the small streams, then the rivers,\\nUntil now the land is teeming\\nWith these streams in all directions.\\nThis in turn has caused much trouble\\nTo my people, who, when roaming\\nThrough the land, have found deep waters\\nWhich they could not cross in spring-time.\\nNow I bid thee turn thy footsteps\\n263", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0273.jp2"}, "274": {"fulltext": "THE SONG OF U-RI-ON-TAH.\\nToward the land of On-on-da-ga,\\nAnd prepare to make the Portland\\nWhich shall harden under water,\\nAnd with which my own dear people\\nMay build bridges o er the rivers,\\nThus at last in part restoring\\nMany trails which now are flooded.\\nLet the Great Lock-ar-da-no-mah\\nGo at once and I will guard him\\nIn this mighty undertaking.\\nThen the Ha-wea-ne-o ceaseth,\\nAnd I started on the journey\\nTo the land of On-on-da-ga\\nAnd obeyed the Ruler s mandate.\\nI am maker of the Empire\\nAnd the Flint, the greatest Portlands\\nEver known since first the sunshine\\nCaused the earth to send forth mortals.\\nDidst thou know that thou art standing\\nWhere the great Ta-ren-ya-wa-go\\nBuilt his Lodge near Lake Ti-o-to\\nHere he taught the On-on-da-gas\\nMany laws and useful maxims,\\nAfter which this wondrous spirit\\nTook the name of Hi-a-wa-tha,\\nAnd became the great adviser\\nOf the many tribes of Warriors\\nWho inhabit this fair valley.\\nHe it was who caused the union\\nOf the five great, warlike nations,\\n264", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0274.jp2"}, "275": {"fulltext": "LOCK-AR-DA-NO-MAH.\\nThen withdrew and went to heaven.\\nTis the land of Hi-a-wa-tha\\nThou art standing on this moment.\\nIn his name I greet the Chieftain\\nGreet the Dusky U-ri-on-tah\\nAnd the Princess Au-die-ne-ta.\\nI am come this night to warn thee\\nOf the dangers which beset thee\\nListen well to all I tell thee.\\nI was resting in my wigwam,\\nWhen there came before my bedside,\\nCame from out the land of spirits,\\nOne great Chieftain, tall and handsome,\\nWho spoke thus in solemn cadence\\nGo at once to U-ri-on-tah,\\nThou wilt find him in the forest\\nTell him every word I utter,\\nTell him thus and tell it truly,\\nDo not change one word or sentence:\\n11 I am big Chief Mon-to-we-se,\\nWhom the mortals call the whirlwind\\nI was summoned from the southwest,\\nFrom the happy hunting-grounds there\\nBy thy mighty mountain father.\\nOnce I dwelt beside thy father,\\nAnd Quin-nip-i-ac s fair waters\\nFlowed between us in the valley,\\nAnd, behold, thy father sent me\\nWith a message to deliver.\\nThis is what thy father sayeth\\n265", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0275.jp2"}, "276": {"fulltext": "THE SONG OF U-RI-ON-TAH.\\nTell my son to hasten westward\\nOn the trail to Ton-a-wan-dah,\\nStopping not for rest or slumber,\\nLest the Bee-ess shall o erwhelm him.\\nTell my son his fate dependeth\\nOn the swiftness of his journey\\nTo the hills of On-ta-ro-ga.\\nThou wilt listen to thy father,\\nWhile he tells thee of the danger\\nWhich now threatens to o ercome thee.\\nKnowest thou the At-a-ho-can\\nHas discovered all the intrigue\\nOf thy friend, the Mes-ses-sa-gen\\nAnd has plunged him into sheol\\nWhere Ha-ne-sha-o-ne reigneth,\\nWhich is underneath the cavern,\\nWhere the At-a-ho-can dwelleth\\nThere the Mes-ses-sa-gen lieth\\nOn his back, while chains are fastened\\nRound his limbs, and leading upward\\nTo the roof are held in staples,\\nAnd the chains are drawn so tightly\\nThat the Mes-ses-sa-gen groaneth\\nIn his agony and sorrow.\\nAnd the dreadful At-a-ho-can\\nHas condemned him thus to suffer\\nTwenty aeons in succession.\\nPunished thus is Mes-ses-sa-gen\\nFor his friendship for my children\\nNight and day he spends in praying\\n266", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0276.jp2"}, "277": {"fulltext": "LOCK-AR-DA-NO-MAH.\\nTo the great Stone God, the Oom-paugh,\\nFor the safety of the Princess\\nAnd the Dusky U-ri-on-tah,\\nNow his only hope of rescue.\\nThus he lies in mortal anguish,\\nIn a place so vile and noisome\\nThat the home of At-a-ho-can\\nSeemeth sweet and clean by contrast.\\nListen further, my dear Chieftain\\nEven now the At-a-ho-can\\nHas sent braves upon the war-path,\\nWith instructions to pursue thee\\nAnd return thee to the cavern,\\nWhere he thinks to hold thee safely,\\nWhile the Bee-ess, gliding swiftly\\nTo the westward, shall outstrip thee\\nIn the race to gain possession\\nOf the God of On-ta-ro-ga.\\nFor full well the Bee-ess knoweth\\nThat if thou shalt reach the Oom-paugh\\nAnd shalt cast the sign before him,\\nAnd shalt give the signal also,\\nEre the Bee-ess shall have reached him,\\nThen, indeed, will U-ri-on-tah\\nGain the vantage-ground of battle.\\nGo at once, my Dusky Chieftain,\\nThou wilt find the Bold Pal-met-tah,\\nAnd the Mighty Tam-a-rack also,\\nStanding guard before the entrance\\nTo the wigwam on the hill-top.\\n267", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0277.jp2"}, "278": {"fulltext": "THE SONG OF U-RI-ON-TAH.\\nBear in mind the crafty Bee-ess\\nEven now is rushing westward,\\nAnd he laughs at U-ri-on-tah\\nAs he casts a glance behind him\\nAnd sees not the Chieftain coming\\nOn his trail, nor even moving\\nFrom his resting in the forest.\\nFor his spies have traced your footsteps,\\nAnd his braves are now approaching,\\n-^Y SSw^S^T Through the forest softl y stealin g\\nsk\u00c2\u00bb cr^u3 -s^jS^t^ Round your resting-place, my chile\\nchildren,\\n|r They will cut off all your chances\\nOf escape, and they will drag you\\nBack to At-a-ho-can s dungeon.\\nEven now the spies draw nigh you-\\nDost not hear the dry leaves crackle\\nRise and fly, my U-ri-on-tah\\nDo not fear for thy dear Princess,\\nShe will find the God of Wi-daagh\\nHas provided her with courage\\nAnd the strength to keep beside thee.\\nEven now she can outstrip thee\\nAnd the Bee-ess in this wild race\\nFor possession of the Oom-paugh.\\nCeaseth now the Mon-to-we-se,\\nAnd his spirit fled in silence,\\nLeaving Great Lock-ar-da-no-mah,\\nWho came forth to seek the Chieftain\\nAnd deliver him the message.\\nNow he turns to seek his wigwam.\\n268", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0278.jp2"}, "279": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0279.jp2"}, "280": {"fulltext": "COME NOT NIGH, THOU DUSKY CHIEFTAIN.", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0280.jp2"}, "281": {"fulltext": "LOCK-AR-DA-NO-MAH.\\nThen the U-ri-on-tah calleth\\nUnto him to draw still nigher\\nWhere the Chieftain might behold him.\\nBut Lock-ar-da-no-mah answered\\nCome not nigh, thou Dusky Chieftain,\\nFor, behold, I am the monarch\\nOf this forest and this valley.\\nI am honored by thy presence,\\nBut I cannot now approach thee\\nTo sit down and smoke tobacco.\\nWhen thou comest from the sunset\\nThou wilt meet Lock-ar-da-no-mah\\nIn his wigwam by the Salt Lake.\\nNow, behold, I leave thee quickly!\\nThen the U-ri-on-tah calleth,\\nBut no answer came to greet him.\\nThus Lock-ar-da-no-mah vanished\\nFrom his presence in the forest.\\nThen he turned to Au-die-ne-ta,\\nWho was drawing up her girdle,\\nTighter drew the silver buckle,\\nWhile her skirt of many feathers\\nWas held firmly in position\\nAt her waist and, reaching downward,\\nJust below her knee it ended.\\nThen her moccasins were tightened,\\nAnd her buckskin leggins fastened,\\nWhile her hair, as black as midnight,\\nFell around her graceful shoulders.\\nStanding thus in queenly beauty\\n271", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0281.jp2"}, "282": {"fulltext": "THE SONG OF U-RI-ON-TAH.\\nIn the forest, while the moonlight\\nGlinted down among the branches,\\nCasting shadows o er the Princess,\\nThus she stood beside her Chieftain,\\nWho with pride was gazing on her.\\nHe had never seen such beauty,\\nSuch a picture of perfection\\nAs the Princess now before him\\nAnd the Chieftain fondly lingered,\\nOne short, blissful moment lingered\\nEre he bounded through the forest,\\nLike a wild deer seeking safety\\nFrom the arrows of the hunter,\\nWhile the tall and graceful Princess\\nTripped along the trail behind him.\\nIn the gray of early morning,\\nWhen the night had sought the borders\\nOf the land beyond the waters\\nOf the great lakes toward the sunset,\\nThen the Dusky Chieftain pauseth,\\nFor he sees with sight unerring\\nMany traces of the Bee-ess.\\nIn the trail he sees the foot-prints,\\nFaintly outlined on the brown leaves,\\nWhich along the trail were scattered.\\nAnd he saw the grass had risen\\nPartly upright since twas trodden,\\nTelling plainly to the Chieftain\\nOf the moments since the passing\\nOf the crafty, cruel Bee-ess.\\n272", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0282.jp2"}, "283": {"fulltext": "LOCK-AR-DA-NO-MAH.\\nThen the Chieftain and the Princess\\nSought the spring, which here was gushing\\nFrom beneath a ledge of limestone,\\nAnd they drank the limpid water,\\nWhich renewed their strength and vigor.\\nThus refreshed, the Chief and Princess\\nMoved away with rapid footsteps,\\nAnd their pace was greatly quickened\\nAs the sun came stealing upward,\\nLighting up the trail before them.\\nAll day long they strode in silence,\\nAnd the darkness, falling round them,\\nFound them pressing ever onward\\nToward the Stone God in the wigwam\\nIn the wilds of On-ta-ro-ga.\\nv^J^\\nS^-*\u00e2\u0080\u009e\\n273", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0283.jp2"}, "284": {"fulltext": "THE SONG OF U-RI-ON-TAH.\\nCHAPTER IX.\\nA STOLEN GOD.\\nNow the hour is past the midnight,\\nIn the small hours of the morning,\\nWhen the Chieftain and the Princess\\nOn the trail Sa-go-ye-wat-ha,\\nLeading up the Stone God canon,\\nFound an ambuscade of Indians,\\nWho were friends of U-ri-on-tah.\\nHere the Dusky Chieftain, halting,\\nAsked this trusty band of Warriors\\nIf they saw the crafty Bee-ess\\nStealing upward through the forest.\\nAll replied that none had seen him,\\nAnd each Warrior had been standing\\nThrough the night, with constant watching\\nRound the wigwam in the forest.\\nNow the Chieftain, rushing headlong\\nUp the canon to the hill-top,\\nSped like wild-fire through the forest,\\nTill he came before the wigwam.\\nHere he halted but an instant,\\nFor to him it seemed deserted.\\nThen he madly sprang within it,\\nCrushing all that stood before him,\\nTill he reached the Stone God altar.\\n274", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0284.jp2"}, "285": {"fulltext": "A STOLEN GOD.\\nThere his heart stood still within him,\\nFor the Oom-paugh had been stolen,\\nAnd the altar wrecked and pillaged,\\nNot a Warrior left to guard it.\\nNow the Chieftain s heart was palsied,\\nFor the truth was forced upon him\\nThat the Bee-ess had succeeded\\nIn arriving there before him\\nAnd he sank upon the flooring\\nOf the wigwam, pale and trembling.\\nYet the fates had not deserted\\nU-ri-on-tah in his struggles,\\nFor, while lying on the flooring,\\nHe could hear the sound of voices\\nWhich were surely underneath him\\nAnd, in looking near a corner,\\nSaw a cover, which he lifted,\\nAnd, behold there was the entrance\\nTo a cavern, which was lighted,\\nAnd he plainly heard the voices\\nOf the Tam-a-rack and Pal-met-tah.\\nIn the cavern they were singing\\nOn the banks of Sus-queh-an-nah,\\nWhile the braves of O. O. T. T.\\nStood around in mystic circle,\\nAnd their voices rang and echoed\\nIn their native lupine language\\nThrough the cavern, wild and lurid.\\nThen the Dusky U-ri-on-tah\\nCalled aloud to all the Chieftains\\n275\\n:-^\u00c2\u00a3\u00c2\u00a3-_", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0285.jp2"}, "286": {"fulltext": "THE SONG OF U-RI-ON-TAH.\\nAnd he told them that the Oom-paugh\\nHad been stolen from his altar\\nIn the mystic shrine above them\\nBy the wicked Bee-ess demon.\\nThen the Chieftains, rushing wildly\\nThrough the cavern s many chambers,\\nVainly searching for the Bee-ess,\\nCame upon the Au-die-ne-ta\\nSitting on a shelving terrace.\\nAt her feet there lay the Oom-paugh,\\nAnd she smiled upon the Chieftains,\\nWho were stamping with impatience\\nTo pursue the heartless Bee-ess.\\nBut she waved her hand before them,\\nAnd the Warriors stood in silence\\nWhile she told her wondrous story\\nWhen the Dusky U-ri-on-tah\\nMet the braves in Stone God canon,\\nI had glided round the rock-cliff\\nTo the portal of the cavern,\\nThinking thus to meet the Bee-ess\\nFor I felt by intuition\\nThat the demon had outstripped us\\nIn the race to On-ta-ro-ga,\\nBut that we were close upon him.\\nAnd I felt that U-ri-on-tah\\nWould press hard upon the demon,\\nWho would surely seize the Oom-paugh,\\nAnd would find a secret passage\\nFrom the wigwam to the cavern.\\n276", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0286.jp2"}, "287": {"fulltext": "A STOLEN GOD.\\nThence escape would be quite easy\\nBy the portal at the rock-cliff.\\nWhen the Bee-ess reached the wigwam,\\nIt was then the U-ri-on-tah\\nWas heard plainly in the forest,\\nRunning swiftly toward the wigwam\\nFrom the head of Stone God canon.\\nWhen the Bee-ess heard him coming,\\nThen he quickly clutched the Oom-paugh,\\nAnd rushed wildly down the passage\\nTo the cavern underneath him.\\nHere he saw, across the passage\\nWhich he thought would lead to safety,\\nWarriors of the O. O. T. T.,\\nWho had sat within the wigwam\\nTill the early hours of morning,\\nThen had sought the darksome cavern\\nFor a moment of refreshment,\\nThinking soon to seek the wigwam.\\nIt was thus the Bee-ess caught them\\nOff their guard, then stole the Oom-paugh.\\nWhen he saw the trusty Warriors\\nIn his path, he turned and hastened\\nDown the passage toward the Princess,\\nThinking here at least was safety,\\nFor this passage had been haunted\\nBy the evil Klu-ne-o-lux\\nAnd the braves would not pass through it\\nWhen alone they sought the cavern.\\nThus it was the Au-die-ne-ta\\n277", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0287.jp2"}, "288": {"fulltext": "THE SONG OF U-RI-ON-TAH.\\nSaw the Bee-ess, in the dim light,\\nBending low beneath the burden\\nOf the Oom-paugh on his shoulders,\\nComing straight to where she sitteth\\nBy the terrace in the passage,\\nAll unconscious of her presence.\\nQuickly now the Au-die-ne-ta\\nThought to thwart the Bee-ess demon\\nWho was now so close upon her;\\nShe had barely time to hasten\\nRound behind the shelving terrace,\\nWhen the Bee-ess came so closely\\nAs to brush against her garments.\\nHe was breathing short, and panting\\nUnderneath the heavy burden\\nThen upon a sudden impulse\\nShe gave forth a sharp expression\\nDrop me here she shrieked so shrilly\\nThat, forsooth, the Bee-ess stumbled,\\nAnd he dropped the Oom-paugh quickly,\\nThen he fled along the passage,\\nAnd he shrieked in wildest accents:\\nSurely tis the Klu-ne-o-lux\\nAnd he fled from out the cavern.\\nCeaseth now the Au-die-ne-ta,\\nAnd the Chieftains in amazement\\nGazed upon the fallen Oom-paugh\\nAnd their hearts were filled with wonder,\\nFilled with fears of dire foreboding.\\nAs their thoughts grew, they were stricken\\n278", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0288.jp2"}, "289": {"fulltext": "A STOLEN GOD.\\nWith a horror and confusion\\nAnd they fell upon their faces,\\nCalling loud upon the Oom-paugh\\nFor forgiveness of their errors.\\nThey were sure the God was angry,\\nFor the thought bore in upon them,\\nWith terrific force and fury,\\nThat the Oom-paugh had not spoken\\nSince the moment when the Bee-ess\\nSnatched him from his mystic altar.\\nWho could tell but that the Oom-paugh\\nWas well pleased to have the Bee-ess*\\nBear him off to his own country,\\nWhere the wampum belts were plenty?\\nHow can we know but the Oom-paugh\\nHas grown tired of our devotion,\\nAnd desires new worlds to conquer?\\nThus the Warriors wailed in concert\\nWith their faces on their bosoms.\\nStill the Oom-paugh, never speaking,\\nGazed upon them stern and silent,\\nAnd they knew not of his wishes,\\nLying prostrate there before them.\\nNow the Warriors all had risen,\\nAnd they bended down together\\nThen they lifted up the Oom-paugh,\\nAnd they placed him on the terrace.\\nThen the braves engaged in worship,\\nAnd they formed a dancing circle\\nRound the Oom-paugh in the cavern,\\n279", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0289.jp2"}, "290": {"fulltext": "THE SONG OF U-RI-ON-TAH.\\nHoping thus to stay his anger;\\nAnd they danced till early morning,\\nWhile the old men and the Sachems\\nHeld the grave Hen-nun-do-nuh-seh.\\nLow their heads were bent in mourning,\\nTill the dance of worship ended.\\nThen, with reverent awe and silence,\\nThey conveyed the only Oom-paugh\\nTo the mystic shrine above them,\\nAnd they placed him on the altar.\\nStill he spake not to his people,\\nAnd his right eye coldly glittered,\\nAnd twas plain the God was angry.\\nNow the Princess Au-die-ne-ta\\nAnd the Dusky U-ri-on-tah,\\nWith the Chieftain Bold Pal-met-tah,\\nDrew aside and, being seated\\nIn the forest near the wigwam,\\nSang a song awhile the Warriors\\nStood around in mystic circle\\nThis the song the trio chanted\\n280", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0290.jp2"}, "291": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0291.jp2"}, "292": {"fulltext": "TKe Home on the Hill.\\nAu- die-ne-ta\\nNo 8.\\nm^j\\\\ j s- t=r=\u00c2\u00a3=\u00c2\u00a3\\nj j 1 j r^r=?^\\n3=3\\nU-n-on-t h\\nSt-v^-Hf^fe r J a 1 f r 1 1 j \u00c2\u00a3=j=fe=c\\nPal-met- tah\\ny-rTlT~rt j j 1 1 r~r~r~rr\\nr-trr-^^\\n^r m\\nE5=^H~-^^\\nj j-Mr^\\nZ2ZH\\n^jz=fc ^4-f m| r pUg 1 j j rf p\\nB ^-rrrrr j j i j j s j.i i J a J773^\\n^P^E\\nH^f^fed rj j 3~3~ t-fc= fr- r LV-\\n*rJ W i J J i J I J J J J. 1\\niE g\\nr-rr-r\\nRepeat Afr a\\ni j j j i L4- j n 1 1 j j- j j g j- 1 g\\nr irTT^=r~rTTTT~^ r l;\\nfe;\\ni j E c.\\nj j j m ^=^t=^?=^=n^~^", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0292.jp2"}, "293": {"fulltext": "The Home on the Hill.\\nThere s a dear little cot in a sacred spot,\\nWhere the wild flowers bloom by the way\\nThere the rock-cliff hill stands guard o er the mill\\nAs it hums in the valley all the day.\\nThere the wild birds sing, and their sweet notes ring\\nThrough the woods that I love so well,\\nTill the night falls down and the shadows frown\\nRound the home where my loved ones dwell.\\nOn the brow of the hill when the night is still,\\nAnd the round, laughing moon looks down,\\nThen I long to stray through the forest gray,\\nWith the leaves neath our feet turning brown.\\nWhen the whispering breeze breathes soft through\\nthe trees,\\nAnd the owl whistles low to his mate,\\nThen tis sweet to turn where the dark-green fern\\nLeans over the path to the gate.\\nOn the hill-side steep is a cavern deep,\\nWith a trail leading up to a throne.\\nThere the cave-winds sweep and the God could sleep\\nWhile he changed all his flesh into stone.\\nThen the Stone God came in a cloud of flame,\\nAnd he rules from his mystic shrine,\\nWhile the wolf-clans roam in their forest home,\\nAnd they tread on a golden mine.\\n283", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0293.jp2"}, "294": {"fulltext": "THE SONG OF U-RI-ON-TAH.\\nWhen the last note had been rendered,\\nThen the Warriors rose and chanted\\nWild refrains about the spirits\\nOf the dead who fell in battle\\nWhen the Iroquois were fighting\\nIn the valley of the Mohawk\\nAlso sang of Sus-queh-an-nah\\nAnd the chiefs of O. O. T. T.,\\nThen they sang of Ton-a-wan-dah,\\nSang about Do-ne-sho-ga-wa,\\nHow he was the trusted keeper\\nOf the western gate, where Hiram\\nMet his fate, became Immortal,\\nAnd his name is now familiar\\nRound the world where Masons gather.\\nThus they sang until the even,\\nWhen a silence fell upon them,\\nFor they saw a runner coming\\nUp the canon, looking sharply\\nFor the wigwam and the Warriors.\\nSoon he came and, speaking quickly,\\nTold the Warriors how a Chieftain\\nFrom the Min-ne-so-tah valley,\\nWas approaching with his Warriors\\nFor a visit to the Oom-paugh.\\nNow behold the Car-ne-yah-quah,\\nWith his Warriors gathered round him\\nWarriors from the Min-ne-so-tah,\\nFrom the dancing Min-ne-o-pah,\\nFrom the wild and rushing Blue Earth,\\n284", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0294.jp2"}, "295": {"fulltext": "A STOLEN GOD.\\nWhere it joins the Min-ne-so-tah\\nIn the valley of Mah-kah-to.\\nGathered here were many warriors\\nAnd their Chief was Car-ne-yah-quah,\\nHe who made the mystic powder\\nWhich would harden under water.\\nNow the Car-ne-yah-quah speaketh\\nWe are come from where the sunset\\nPaints the clouds in deepest crimson\\nWhere the many lakes and rivers\\nMeet in subterranean passes;\\nWhere the timber-wolf is prowling,\\nAnd the white owl fills the night air\\nWith his soft and plaintive hooting\\nWhere the wild geese sail above us,\\nAnd the ducks in lakes and rivers\\nCannot swim because the fishes\\nFill the waters to the surface\\nWhere cement is made the greatest\\nEver known in all this country.\\nWhen it hardens under water,\\nThen the flint turns green with envy,\\nFor the flint is soft beside it.\\nWe have come to-day among you\\nOn a visit to the Oom-paugh,\\nAnd we trust you will receive us\\nAs becomes such Mighty Warriors.\\nNow the Fiery Car-ne-yah-quah\\nGave tobacco as a present,\\nThen they smoked the pipe E-yan-shah,\\n285", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0295.jp2"}, "296": {"fulltext": "THE SONG OF U-RI-ON-TAH.\\nAnd the pipe of peace was handed\\nRound the circle by the wigwam.\\nThen uprose the Bold Pal-met-tah,\\nAnd he welcomed Car-ne-yah-quah,\\nWelcomed also all his Warriors,\\nThen invited them to follow\\nAs he led them to the wigwam,\\nWhere they saw the only Oom-paugh,\\nAnd they fell upon their faces,\\nWhile they worshipped in his presence.\\nAnd when they had ceased from worship\\nThey were taken to the cavern,\\nWhere a feast was spread before them.\\nThen they gathered in the forest,\\nWhere they smoked the sweet tobacco.\\nSoon the Dusky U-ri-on-tah\\nRose and spake to Car-ne-yah-quah\\nWill the Great and Mighty Chieftain\\nFrom the wild and rushing Blue Earth\\nEntertain his eastern brethren\\nWith a wondrous western story?\\nWe are sure the Car-ne-yah-quah\\nCannot tell us any story\\nMore amusing than his telling\\nOf his great cement which setteth\\nHarder than the flint in hardness.\\nAt the mention of this portion\\nOf the Car-ne-yah-quah s boasting\\nThen the Chieftain Bold Pal-met-tah\\nAnd the Great and Mighty Tam-a-rack\\n286", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0296.jp2"}, "297": {"fulltext": "A STOLEN GOB.\\nLooked across the mystic circle,\\nAnd they smiled each on the other.\\nSeeing which, the Car-ne-yah-quah\\nBreathed a vow to make those Chieftains\\nBite the dust before the ending\\nOf this visit to the Oom-paugh.\\nStill the U-ri-on-tah speaketh\\nWe are sure the western Warrior\\nIs well fitted for the effort,\\nAnd can tell a wondrous story,\\nShould he choose to entertain us.\\nThen the U-ri-on-tah ceaseth,\\nAnd was seated in the circle\\nWhere was passed the sweet tobacco\\nAnd they listened to the story\\nTold in song by Car-ne-yah-quah\\nThis the song he sang before them\\n287", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0297.jp2"}, "298": {"fulltext": "THE SONG OF U-RI-ON-TAH.\\nCHAPTER X.\\nSONG OF CAR-NE-YAH-QUAH.\\nFar beyond the Mis-sis-sip-pi,\\nFar beyond the waving prairie,\\nIn the wilds of Min-ne-so-tah,\\nIn the land of tangled forests,\\nWhere the panther roams at pleasure,\\nWhere the mighty Min-ne-so-tah\\nSweeps around the purple mountain,\\nWhere the swiftly-rushing Blue Earth\\nJoins the mighty Min-ne-so-tah,\\nWhere the falls of Min-ne-o-pah\\nMurmur softly to the spirit\\nOf the queen of all the fairies\\nTo the gentle Min-ne-o-pah,\\nSister of the Min-ne-ha-ha,\\nSister of the laughing waters,\\nWhere the forests hang their branches\\nO er the madly rushing Blue Earth,\\nWhere the gray and misty rock-cliff,\\nGloomy sandstone of the Potsdam,\\nLofty cap of old Silurian,\\nTowers up athwart the landscape,\\nAt its base the roaring Blue Earth\\nSweeps around in mighty torrent.\\n288", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0298.jp2"}, "299": {"fulltext": "y\\n55/\\nFIERY CAR-NE-YAH-QUAH.", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0299.jp2"}, "300": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0300.jp2"}, "301": {"fulltext": "CAR-NE- YAH-QUAH.\\nIt was here they gathered nightly\\nFrom the wilds of Min-ne-so-tah\\nGathered nightly for the war-dance,\\nAnd the music of the tom-tom\\nMingled with the roar of waters.\\nWarriors came from To-kan-has-san,\\nFrom the Ka-bee-kon-ang country,\\nFrom the mighty Waz-i-o-ju,\\nFrom the Wee-tah-wa-ka-ta-ha,\\nFrom the O-ka-man-pi-da-na,\\nFrom the warlike To-han-shat-sha,\\nFrom the wild and weird Min-ish-ka,\\nFrom the O-ka and My-ah-skah,\\nFrom the terrible Wa-be-zi,\\nFrom the Ti-tank-tan-win-a-na,\\nFrom the O-mosh-kos-pik-wa-bik,\\nFrom the mighty Na-do-wes-sioux,\\nFrom the warlike Win-ne-ba-goes,\\nFrom the far away Wa-ra-jus,\\nFrom the noble Mo-ing-qua-ha,\\nFrom the dusky Av-ou-no-ue,\\nFrom the wondrous Ta-po-ue-ri,\\nFrom the Ok-a-man-pi-da-u,\\nFrom the thirsty Ou-ta-go-nis,\\nFrom the gentle Cha-ni-ush-kah,\\nFrom the peaceful Po-ke-ga-ma,\\nFrom the terrible O-man-hu,\\nFrom the savage Min-ne-ton-ka,\\nFrom the fighting Kan-di-yo-hi,\\nFrom the fierce and strong O-mosh-kas,\\n291", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0301.jp2"}, "302": {"fulltext": "THE SONG OF U-RI-ON-TAH.\\nFrom the great and brave Wa-gan-za\\nCame they here to worship nightly,\\nHere to worship their Great Spirit\\nNear the entrance to his cavern,\\nNeath the overbending forest.\\nHere the Mighty Red Cloud dwelleth\\nIn his wigwam by the Blue Earth.\\nWhen the moon shone on the waters\\nOf the sparkling Min-ne-o-pah\\nDashing, foaming Min-ne-o-pah,\\nShone as well on Wa-kon-tee-pee,\\nDwelling of the mighty Spirit,\\nHere they came to smoke E-yan-sha;\\nHere the Mighty Chieftains gathered,\\nListening to the wondrous Red Cloud.\\nWhen he rose to speak, the Warriors\\nGathered round this Mighty Chieftain,\\nListening to his words of wisdom,\\nLying round their fitful night-fires,\\nWhile they passed the pipe E-yan-sha.\\nThen uprose the Mighty Red Cloud\\nAnd he stood before his wigwam,\\nNear the cavern Wa-kon-tee-pee,\\nAnd addressed the gathered Warriors\\nMany moons have come and vanished\\nSince the time when our forefathers\\nGathered here to form an order\\nFor the welfare and the safety\\nOf the children of the forest\\nAnd the children of the prairie\\n292", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0302.jp2"}, "303": {"fulltext": "CAR-NE- YAH-QUAH.\\nIn the heart of this Sioux country.\\nOn the borders of the river,\\nIn the depths of tangled wild-wood,\\nClose beside the purple mountain,\\nHere the children all were gathered\\nFrom afar to form an order\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nForm a Lodge to make Immortals\\nOf the braves who went to battle,\\nFighting for their God and Country.\\nHere is where the Lodge was founded,\\nNear the wild and rushing Blue Earth,\\nClose beside the mighty cavern,\\nCalled the sacred Wa-kon-tee-pee.\\nPause awhile and smoke tobacco,\\nSmoke the Calumet E-yan-sha\\nWhile the Mighty Red Cloud resteth.\\nLeaning on his staff and gazing\\nOut upon the troubled waters\\nOf the roaring, rushing Blue Earth,\\nHe is lost in meditation,\\nThinking of the fearful order\\nWhich had made him an Immortal.\\nHere were candidates in waiting,\\nReady with the oath to enter\\nEven now the dreadful cavern,\\nWhich was entered by a passage\\nFar beneath the Wa-kon-tee-pee,\\nAnd his heart grew sick and weary,\\nFor he loved his dusky brethren\\nAnd he could not bear to listen\\n293", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0303.jp2"}, "304": {"fulltext": "THE SONG OF U-RI-ON-TAH.\\nTo their wild-voiced, restless craving\\nTo begin the dreadful ordeal,\\nFor they knew naught of the terrors\\nWhich await them in the cavern.\\nOnce again the Red Cloud speaketh\\nI Listen well, my trusty Warriors,\\nLet me tell you all that happens\\nTo the Warriors who may enter\\nInto this most dreadful order,\\nAnd the fate of some who perished\\nIn this vile and loathsome cavern.\\nWhen you hear what then befell them\\nAfter they became Immortals,\\nYou may change your steadfast purpose,\\nAnd prefer to die as mortals,\\nThen go hither to the country\\nWhere the hunting-grounds are guarded\\nAnd preserved by our Great Spirit,\\nWhere the game is always plenty,\\nWhere the tribes are all contented.\\nNow we pause and smoke tobacco,\\nSmoke the Calumet E-yan-sha,\\nWhile we worship our Great Spirit\\nDwelling here in Wa-kon-tee-pee.\\nNow the mighty Red Cloud speaketh\\nI I am ready now to tell you\\nOf the fate of all the Warriors\\nWho shall enter this dark cavern\\nUnderneath the Wa-kon-tee-pee.\\nt When they pass beyond the portals\\n294", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0304.jp2"}, "305": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0305.jp2"}, "306": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0306.jp2"}, "307": {"fulltext": "CAR-NE- YAH-Q UA H.\\nThey are stripped of all their clothing\\nNothing in their hands to help them,\\nNeither food nor bow and arrows,\\nNeither is there any water\\nTotal darkness there surrounds them\\nThey are seized by fearful demons,\\nAnd thrown prostrate on their stomachs.\\nThen their backs are slitted lengthwise\\nBy the knives in hands of demons,\\nSlitted lengthwise from their shoulders,\\nAnd the skin is then torn backward\\nOn each side, until it resteth\\nOn the flooring of the cavern.\\nThen their flesh is filled with microbes,\\nWith all forms of known bacteria,\\nWith the fever germ bacillus.\\nThese are poured upon their raw flesh\\nAnd they enter all the gashes\\nWhich are cut with blunted hatchets.\\nMaggots then are poured upon them,\\nThen the skin is drawn above them,\\nAnd is held with threads of buckskin.\\nThen tis told to every Warrior\\nHe must wander in the darkness,\\nTill he falleth by the wayside\\nWith the awful thirst upon him\\nWretched thirst and burning fever\\nAnd his strong heart now shall fail him,\\nHe will wildly seek the portal,\\nShouting loud for help of mortal.\\n297", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0307.jp2"}, "308": {"fulltext": "THE SONG OF U-RI-ON-TAH.\\nNo one comes, for none can hear him\\nHe is left alone to perish,\\nWith the agony which cometh\\nUnto those who join the order\\nAnd desire to be Immortal.\\nNow the microbes gnaw his vitals,\\nAnd the maggots pierce his bowels,\\nWhile bacilli feed his fever.\\nThen he falleth over backward\\nWith his hands extended upward\\nPoureth out his heart of anguish\\nWhile his lips are stained with foaming,\\nCries aloud to our Great Spirit\\nSend me help from Wa-kon-tee-pee,\\nFor without it I must perish\\nAnd he writhes in mortal anguish.\\nOur Great Spirit will not help him\\nThen at last the Warrior fainteth.\\nWhile he lies there in the darkness,\\nHis proud spirit leaves his body\\nAnd is seeking for a passage\\nFrom the dark and gruesome cavern.\\nWhen the spirit nears the portal\\nIt is met by Min-ne-o-pah\\nAiry, fairy Min-ne-o-pah\\nWho at once commands the spirit\\nTo return beside the body,\\nThere to enter, there to tarry\\nTill the end of time and longer.\\nThen the gentle Min-ne-o-pah\\n298", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0308.jp2"}, "309": {"fulltext": "CAR-NE- YAH-Q UAH.\\nBathes the Warrior s cuts and bruises\\nWith the Snig-e-i she bathes him\\nTill at length the Warrior moveth,\\nOpens wide his eyes in wonder.\\nThen the fairy Min-ne-o-pah\\nTaketh Snig-e-i and holds it\\nTo the parched lips of the Warrior,\\nWhich he drinks with little urging.\\nThen once more he standeth upright,\\nAnd is raised as an Immortal\\nBy the hand of Min-ne-o-pah,\\nWho conducts him to the portal,\\nWhere he steps forth in the sunshine\\nAnd his face is radiant, smiling,\\nFor indeed he is Immortal.\\nNow the Red Cloud ceaseth speaking\\nThen uprose the Mighty Chieftains,\\nWildly surging round the Red Cloud,\\nPressing round him in their frenzy,\\nCrazed and mad to pass the ordeal\\nEach and every Mighty Warrior\\nAnxious to become Immortal,\\nCaring naught for bitter anguish,\\nPain, and agony of dying.\\nEach and all would dare the demons,\\nThinking each of Min-ne-o-pah\\nWith her Snig-e-i to cheer them.\\nThey would go within the cavern\\nAnd begin the happy ordeal.\\nThen uprose the Mighty Red Cloud\\n299", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0309.jp2"}, "310": {"fulltext": "THE SONG OF U-RI-ON-TAH.\\nAnd he raised his hands above them,\\nBade them listen to the finish\\nOf the sad and gruesome story.\\nSilence then fell on the Warriors\\nAnd they sat around the Red Cloud,\\nWho now spake before his people\\nI will tell you in this story\\nOf the fate of some who perished\\nIn this vile and loathsome cavern.\\nWhen you hear, then, what befell them,\\nAfter they became Immortal,\\nYou may change your earnest purpose\\nAnd prefer to die as mortals.\\nYou have heard about the pale-face-\\nHow they worship their Great Spirit,\\nHe who made himself some angels\\nMade them all with wings for flying\\nO er the world and never dying,\\nEach his occupation plying,\\nEach one with the others vying\\nHow the best to keep from sighing\\nWhen the pale-face, filled with lying,\\nStole our lands instead of buying.\\nThis Great Spirit of the pale-face\\nMade of angels one too many\\nOne too many for his comfort\\nFor this odd one made much trouble,\\nTrying night and day to foster\\nDiscontent among the angels.\\nThen it was that this Great Spirit,\\n300", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0310.jp2"}, "311": {"fulltext": "dashing, foaming min-ne-o-pah.", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0311.jp2"}, "312": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0312.jp2"}, "313": {"fulltext": "CA R-NE- YA H-Q UA H.\\nPutting forth his greatest effort,\\nDrove that angel out of heaven,\\nAnd he fell among the people\\nPeople of the pale-face nation,\\nWhere he reigns supreme and mighty.\\nEven so among our people,\\nSome have passed the fearful ordeal\\nAnd have thus become Immortal.\\nThen they go about for mischief,\\nAnd, when driven from our country,\\nSeek a home with pale-face people.\\nOnce there came before my wigwam,\\nNip-pen-ose, a mighty Warrior,\\nAnd I bade him seek the cavern,\\nWhere he passed the frightful ordeal\\nAnd was raised by Min-ne-o-pah,\\nMy own niece the Min-ne-o-pah.\\nThen he passed before my presence,\\nAnd his eyes sent forth a glitter,\\nAnd his speech was very bitter\\nThen I knew that bad was in him,\\nAnd I bade him leave our country\\nLeave it then with no returning.\\nStrode away this wicked Warrior,\\nLooking back with bold defiance,\\nO er his shoulder looked he backward,\\nAs he strode on towards the sunrise.\\n11 On his trail I sent a runner.\\nTwo moons passed ere he, returning,\\nTold me Nip-pen-ose had wandered\\n303", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0313.jp2"}, "314": {"fulltext": "THE SONG OF U-RI-ON-TAH.\\nTo the heart of Pennsylvania,\\nWhere he found congenial spirits\\nWho had chosen him as leader\\nSpirits who from us descended,\\nMany generations passing\\nSince their fathers passed this portal\\nAnd were raised within this cavern.\\nEvery one of them bad Indians\\nHence they gather in the forest,\\nIn the heart of Pennsylvania,\\nThere to make themselves an order\\nOrder of the O. O. T. T.\\nTry to imitate our order,\\nEven make themselves a Princess,\\nWhom they call their sweet Ne-ha-ha,\\nLike our own sweet Min-ne-o-pah\\nEven try to raise Immortals\\nNip-pen-ose makes them believe it\\nAnd this slimsy imitation\\nThinks to equal this great order\\nOrder of the Wa-kon-tee-pee,\\nWhere alone are made Immortals.\\nO. O. T. T. is a humbug,\\nAnd I warn you all, my Warriors,\\nThere are now those who among you,\\nShould they once be raised Immortal,\\nWould become possessed of demons,\\nLike the Nip-pen-ose I mention,\\nPatron saint of O. O. T. T.\\nIs there one among your number,\\n304", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0314.jp2"}, "315": {"fulltext": "CAR-NE- YAH-Q UA H.\\nShould I make you all Immortal,\\nWho would dare to take the chances\\nOf becoming such an object\\nAs a devil for the pale-face\\nThen arose a low, wild murmur,\\nGaining strength as it grew louder\\nNo one wished to be a devil\\nFor the hated pale-face people.\\nBetter far to live as mortals\\nThan to fall so low as pictured\\nBy the Great and Mighty Red Cloud\\nThen they slid beyond the darkness,\\nNone remained until the morning.\\nLeft alone was Mighty Red Cloud\\nIn his wigwam by the Blue Earth,\\nNear the sacred Wa-kon-tee-pee.\\nHere beside the rushing river\\nSat the great and wondrous Chieftain,\\nSat and pondered, sad and lonely\\nPondered on his fallen angels,\\nHow his once great Ton-a-wan-dah\\nPassed the portal of this cavern\\nAnd came forth an ugly Indian.\\nHe was banished toward the sunrise,\\nTo the hills of On-ta-ro-ga,\\nWhere he raised up two Big Indians\\nRaised the Dusky U-ri-on-tah\\nAnd the festive Chief Pal-met-tah,\\nWho, when grown, began to wander\\nTo the heart of Pennsylvania,\\n305", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0315.jp2"}, "316": {"fulltext": "THE SONG OF U-RI-ON-TAH.\\nWhere they joined the Mighty Tam-a-rack\\nOn the banks of Sus-queh-an-nah.\\nThere they formed the O. O. T. T.,\\nThen commenced to make Immortals\\nIn the wigwam in the forest\\nAnd they claim to have great power\\nGreater far than Mighty Red Cloud\\nAnd the sacred Wa-kon-tee-pee.\\nI must teach these Chiefs a lesson,\\nTeach them that the Mighty Red Cloud\\nHas the power and will to crush them.\\nI will send a gnome to capture\\nAnd possess the King s Rock quarry.\\nHe shall cast a spell upon it,\\nAnd, when they shall try to work it,\\nTheir cement shall fall to ashes,\\nShall not harden under water,\\nAnd the pale-face will not buy it.\\nThen the Jieart of Mighty Tam-a-rack\\nSinketh low within his bosom,\\nAnd the chiefs from On-ta-ro-ga\\nNow begin to lose their courage.\\nThey will wonder who hath stolen\\nAll their wondrous skill and wisdom.\\nThen the Tam-a-rack, fierce and wrathful,\\nShall cry out Who hath bereft you\\nOf your boasted skill and cunning\\nWhere is now your pufYed-up greatness?\\nThis cement is worse than useless\\nTwill not set in air or water.\\n306", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0316.jp2"}, "317": {"fulltext": "CA R-NE- YA H- Q UA H.\\nOn the King s Rock there s a hoo-doo,\\nBold Pal-met-tah has deceived me,\\nU-ri-on-tah has betrayed me\\nThese great Chiefs have brought the hoo-doo,\\nAnd my life is made unhappy.\\nWoe is me groaned Mighty Tam-a-rack.\\nNow the gnome is winking slyly,\\nSitting there in King s Rock quarry\\nHe has stirred up strife and anger,\\nAnd he pleases Mighty Red Cloud.\\nNow the big and fierce Pal-met-tah\\nAnd the angry U-ri-on-tah\\nBoth accuse the Mighty Tam-a-rack\\nOf a vile and base deception\\nStealing samples from the quarries,\\nFrom the mines of On-ta-ro-ga,\\nTaking them to King s Rock quarry,\\nMarking them Old Sus-queh-an-nah,\\nSending them to On-ta-ro-ga\\nFor a test of King s Rock samples,\\nThus deceiving both the Chieftains,\\nAnd they glare at Mighty Tam-a-rack,\\nWho is furious in his anger\\nAnd the gnome is winking slyly.\\nNow the shouts of these brave Warriors\\nMay be heard throughout the valley\\nOf the lovely Ot-zin-ach-son.\\nUp and down the mystic canon\\nRing their angry notes of warning,\\nMountain-sides give back the echoes,\\n307", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0317.jp2"}, "318": {"fulltext": "THE SONG OF U-RI-ON-TAH.\\nTill the wolves from out their hiding\\nStand and listen, gaunt and hungry,\\nAs they sniff the coming battle.\\nFiercer grows the bitter quarrel\\nTill at last the lie is given\\nThen the tomahawks are flashing\\nAnd the gnome is winking slyly,\\nAs the hungry wolves are stealing\\nRound about these angry Warriors,\\nWho are doomed to swift destruction,\\nAs they circle round each other,\\nHoping thus to gain advantage,\\nLooking not beyond their circle\\nOn the pack of wolves around them.\\nNow they grapple with each other\\nIn a fierce and deadly struggle,\\nThen the wolves close in upon them.\\nHowls and shrieks now fill the canon\\nWails and cries, then soon subsiding,\\nAs the wolves pile deep upon them.\\nWhere is now the O. O. T. T.\\nQuoth the Great and Mighty Red Cloud\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nAnd the gnome is winking slyly.\\nBones soon scattered o er the mountains\\nTell the story of the Tam-a-rack,\\nStory of the Bold Pal-met-tah,\\nStory of the U-ri-on-tah.\\nThus avenged is Mighty Red Cloud,\\nThus avenged is Wa-kon-tee-pee,\\nThus are evil spirits punished,\\n308", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0318.jp2"}, "319": {"fulltext": "m\\nTHEN UPROSE THE MIGHTY RED CLOUD.", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0319.jp2"}, "320": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0320.jp2"}, "321": {"fulltext": "CAR-NE- YAH-QUAH.\\nThus is O. O. T. T. ruined,\\nThus deserted is the wigwam\\nBy the mystic spring enchanted.\\nNone are left to roam the forest,\\nNone to guard the haunted castle,\\nNone to watch the headless horseman.\\nGone, alas! is Mighty Tam-a-rack,\\nGone, alas the Bold Pal-met-tah,\\nGone, alas! the U-ri-on-tah.\\nSilence reigns throughout the valley,\\nGloom is deepening o er the canon,\\nDesolation fast o erspreading\\nLochabar and spring enchanted.\\nNow the moon, no longer welcomed,\\nTurned her face and passed in silence\\nOver that unhappy valley.\\nThen from out the spring enchanted\\nNip-pen-ose came, limp and halting,\\nAnd he took the trail to Blue Earth,\\nWhere he found the Mighty Red Cloud\\nSitting silent by his wigwam.\\nThen the Nip-pen-ose lell prostrate\\nOn his face before the Red Cloud,\\nSuppliant for the Great Chief s pardon.\\nHear the wail of Nip-pen-o-wi\\nO thou Mighty Red Cloud, spare me\\nSoften now thine heart, O Chieftain\\nI will worship Wa-kon-tee-pee,\\nIf thou wilt restore my kingdom,\\nGive me back my wayward children\\n311", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0321.jp2"}, "322": {"fulltext": "THE SONG OF U-RI-ON-TAH.\\nSpoke he thus when lying prostrate\\nOn the ground by Wa-kon-tee-pee.\\nThen uprose the Mighty Red Cloud\\nNip-pen-ose, arise said Red Cloud,\\n1 And return to thine own wigwam.\\nI forgive on one condition\\nHang my portrait in the temple\\nTemple of the O. O. T. T.,\\nWhere the Warriors all must see it\\nThen whoever sees my image\\nMust salute the Mighty Red Cloud,\\nEver more must bow before me.\\nFailing which, I hereby warn thee\\nI ll lay waste the O. O. T. T.,\\nNever more to be remembered\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nInto dust you then shall crumble,\\nAnd from earth you then shall vanish\\nNip-pen-ose with heart uplifted\\nKissed the feet of Mighty Red Cloud,\\nBack to Lochabar he journeyed.\\nThen he wandered o er the mountains,\\nGathering up the bones of Princes\\nCarried them within the temple,\\nThen he summoned sweet Ne-ha-ha,\\nAnd with Snig-e-i she bathed them\\nBathed the bones of all the Princes,\\nOne by one she thus restored them.\\nThen uprose the Mighty Tam-a-rack,\\nThen uprose the Bold Pal-met-tah,\\nThen the Dusky U-ri-on-tah,", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0322.jp2"}, "323": {"fulltext": "CAR-NE- YAH-Q UAH.\\nThen on high they raised their voices,\\nAnd once more they sang together\\nOn the banks of Sus-queh-an-nah.\\nThen they thanked the sweet Ne-ha-ha-\\nThanked her for their restoration,\\nBut they all had learned a lesson.\\nThey had learned that Car-ne-yah-quah\\nOwns the quarries, where the Red Cloud\\nDwells beside the Wa-kon-tee-pee,\\nBy the wildly roaring Blue Earth,\\nWhere is made cement which hardens\\nLike the flint when placed in water.\\nNow the Car-ne-yah-quah ceaseth\\nHis revenge is full and ample\\nFor the smiles of sly derision\\nWhich he saw upon the features\\nOf the Tam-a-rack and Pal-met-tah\\nWhen he first remarked the virtues\\nOf his great cement, which hardens\\nUnder water like a flint-stone.\\nNow the Car-ne-yah-quah ceaseth\\nEnds the Song of Car-ne-yah-quah.\\n313", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0323.jp2"}, "324": {"fulltext": "THE SONG OF U-RI-ON-TAH.\\nCHAPTER XI.\\nSONG OF BOLD PAL-MET-TAH.\\nTHEN uprose the Mighty Tam-a-rack,\\nFollowed quickly by Pal-met-tah,\\nAnd they drew aside and counseled\\nHow to cure this boasting Chieftain\\nOf his folly in thus daring\\nTo deride the O. O. T. T.\\nAnd insult its greatest Chieftains.\\nYet they could not harm the Warrior,\\nAs he was a guest among them\\nHonored guest who journeyed hither\\nFrom the west to On-ta-ro-ga,\\nCame to worship here the Oom-paugh.\\nThus it was they could not harm him,\\nYet they felt the fearful scourging\\nOf his sharp and cutting language,\\nAnd the sting was rankling deeply\\nIn their bosoms, and they muttered\\nWords of vengeance on the Warrior.\\nIt was then the U-ri-on-tah\\nJoined the Chieftains who were scowling,\\nAnd he counseled moderation,\\nTold them how the Car-ne-yah-quah\\nMight be beaten in a manner\\nWhich would bring confusion on him.\\n314", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0324.jp2"}, "325": {"fulltext": "PAL-MET-TAH.\\nIt was plain that Car-ne-yah-quah\\nTook much pride in his own product\\nHe believes that nothing equals\\nHis cement in all the virtues\\nWhich conduce to bring perfection.\\nIt is clear, then, that to beat him\\nAnd to cure him of his boasting,\\nSome one must be brought to match him,\\nLet the Bold Pal-met-tah calmly\\nUndertake to bring confusion\\nOn the Chieftain from the prairies\\nBy a scheme of empty boasting\\nWhich shall far excel the Chieftain\\nIn verbose and florid language,\\nYet in manner inoffensive.\\nSpeaking thus, the U-ri-on-tah\\nDrew aside and, walking slowly,\\nDisappeared within the forest,\\nQuite unnoticed by the Chieftains,\\nWho were now engaged in plotting\\nFor the sole and only purpose\\nOf revenge on Car-ne-yah-quah.\\nThus it was when U-ri-on-tah\\nStrolled away it was not noticed.\\nThen the Chiefs now sought the wigwam,\\nAnd they joined the mystic circle,\\nWhere the Suc-co-tash was boiling,\\nAnd they sat awhile in silence,\\nWith their heads inclining forward.\\nThen uprose the Bold Pal-met-tah,\\n317", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0325.jp2"}, "326": {"fulltext": "THE SONG OF U-RI-ON-TAH.\\nAnd his nostrils curled in sneering\\nAs he glared at Car-ne-yah-quah,\\nWho was seated in the circle,\\nUnconcerned to all appearance\\nYet twas plain he did not relish\\nWhat he saw in Bold Pal-met-tah\\nFor, without apparent motion\\nFrom the stolid Car-ne-yah-quah,\\nOne by one his faithful Warriors\\nDrew around and stood beside him\\nAs he rose, then, quick as lightning,\\nEvery Warrior stood defiant,\\nAnd their tomahawks were flashing,\\nGlistening brightly in the sunlight.\\nEvery Warrior from the prairies\\nStood alert in fighting posture,\\nReady for the word to issue\\nFrom their Chieftain Car-ne-yah-quah.\\nBut the Bold Pal-met-tah, smiling,\\nDrew the curls from both his nostrils,\\nAnd he waved his hand in token\\nOf his friendship for the Warriors\\nWho stood round the Car-ne-yah-quah.\\nThen he spake in softest accents,\\nAnd the Warriors soon were seated\\nRound the circle, as they listened\\nTo the words of Bold Pal-met-tah\\nWe have heard the Car-ne-yah-quah\\nTell the story of the Blue Earth,\\nWhere it joins the Min-ne-so-tah\\n318", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0326.jp2"}, "327": {"fulltext": "PAL-MET-TAH.\\nHeard him tell about the setting\\nOf the stuff which he produces\\nHow the flint turns green with envy,\\nAnd feels soft beside the hardness\\nOf cement he calls Man-ka-to.\\nNow of this there is no question,\\nFor we all know just how truthful\\nIs the Great Chief Car-ne-yah-quah.\\nWe are honored by his presence,\\nWe are proud to introduce him\\nTo the great and only Oom-paugh,\\nHoping he may gain more wisdom\\nFor tis plain that Car-ne-yah-quah\\nStands in need of greater knowledge\\nThan he now can well lay claim to.\\nFor when he asserts in earnest\\nThat which seems absurd and foolish,\\nHow his great cement is greater\\nThan all else when placed beside it,\\nWe are forced, at risk of rupture,\\nTo declare it utter nonsense,\\nAnd take issue with the Chieftain.\\nLet the Fiery Car-ne-yah-quah\\nListen while the Bold Pal-met-tah\\nGives him pointers on the subject.\\nBut the Chief must tell his Warriors\\nTo put up their bloody weapons\\nAnd assume an air less warlike.\\nWhen he told us his fine story\\nSang the Song of Car-ne-yah-quah,\\n319", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0327.jp2"}, "328": {"fulltext": "THE SONG OF U-RI-ON-TAH.\\nHe was treated with great kindness\\nWhen he sang of dire destruction\\nTo the only 0. O. T. T.\\nNo one here would think to stop him\\nWith an arrow through his body.\\nWe are not that kind of people:\\nIt remains for prairie cowards\\nTo be first to make disturbance,\\nWhen as friends we come together,\\nEach to tell his greatest story.\\nNow when Car-ne-yah-quah orders\\nHis brave Warriors to surrender\\nAll their knives, and bows, and arrows,\\nAnd their tomahawks and war-clubs,\\nAnd shall pile them in the center\\nOf this circle, then be seated\\nRound the circle, feeling friendly,\\nThen will rise the Bold Pal-met-tah\\nAnd will undertake the problem\\nOf instructing Car-ne-yah-quah\\nIn the art of being truthful\\nWhen cement shall form the subject\\nOf discourse among the people.\\nThen forthwith the Car-ne-yah-quah\\nGave a sign before his Warriors\\nAnd they all gave up their weapons,\\nStacked them in the mystic circle,\\nThen sat down prepared to listen.\\nThen uprose the Bold Pal-met-tah\\nAnd began to tell his story\\n320", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0328.jp2"}, "329": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0329.jp2"}, "330": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0330.jp2"}, "331": {"fulltext": "PAL-MET- T AH.\\nIn the days when all was chaos.\\nJust before the world was builded,\\nCame a cloud from out the darkness\\nAnd the cloud was black as midnight\\nAll except its outer edges,\\nWhich were bordered with a rainbow.\\nOn this cloud sat Ha-wea-ne-o,\\nIn one hand his bow and arrows,\\nWhile a war-club graced the other\\nOn his head the feathered bonnet,\\nAnd its soft and snow-white plumage\\nWaved behind him in the hot winds\\nWhich Ha-ne-she-o-ne sendeth\\nUp from out his pit of darkness.\\nIt was thus the Ha-wea-ne-o\\nCame from out the southwest country\\nCame to find for his dear people,\\nStill unborn yet coming hither,\\nHunting-grounds, where they as mortals\\nShould prepare to follow after\\nAs he led them to the country\\nWhere was peace and joy forever.\\nThus it came when Ha-wea-ne-o\\nFloated o er this shapeless planet,\\nLooking down, with eager longing,\\nHe beheld what seemed an island\\nFloating in the space below him.\\nDrawing nigh, he saw still further\\nMany islands, floating loosely\\nIn a sea of boiling water.\\n323", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0331.jp2"}, "332": {"fulltext": "THE SONG OF U-RI-ON-TAH.\\nThey were driven by the hot winds,\\nWhere Ha-ne-sha-o-ne listeth.\\nNow the islands crowd each other,\\nThen one sinketh by the crowding,\\nThen again the hot winds swept them\\nFar apart, and now they vanish,\\nFloat away in mist and darkness.\\nBut the patient Ha-wea-ne-o\\nSat upon his cloud, and waited\\nThrough the ages for the coming\\nOf the time when many islands\\nShould draw nigh, and when the darkness\\nHad uplifted for the morning\\nOf the day when he should triumph.\\nSitting thus, the Ha-wea-ne-o\\nGazed below and saw the waters\\nSaw that they had ceased from boiling.\\nNow, indeed, was daylight coming,\\nFor, as he sat gazing outward\\nO er the vast expanse of waters,\\nHe beheld some islands floating\\nToward each other in the distance.\\nOne was larger than the others,\\nAnd he saw some rocks upon it.\\nThen his eyes grew sharp and piercing,\\nFor he saw some object moving\\nMong the rocks upon this island.\\nDrawing nigh, the Ha-wea-ne-o\\nShouted down upon the island\\nIn a voice both grand and solemn\\n324", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0332.jp2"}, "333": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0333.jp2"}, "334": {"fulltext": "YOU BEHOLD THE BOLD PAL-MET-TAH.", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0334.jp2"}, "335": {"fulltext": "PAL-MET-TAH.\\nWho art thou upon the island\\nThen the person quick responded\\nIn a voice which rang and echoed\\nGainst the cloud whereon was seated\\nGreat and Mighty Ha-wea-ne-o:\\nYou behold the Bold Pal-met-tah,\\nMonarch of this glorious island\\nLeave thy cloud and hasten hither\\nAnd partake of good Old Amber.\\nNow the spirit Ha-wea-ne-o\\nWas not versed in worldly phrases,\\nYet he thought the Bold Pal-met-tah\\nMeant to treat him well and kindly,\\nAnd he answered, speaking softly\\n1 1 decline thy invitation,\\nYet, as thou shouldst know who speaketh,\\nKnow I am the Ha-wea-ne-o,\\nAnd I rule supreme and mighty\\nIn the spirit world above thee.\\nI am come from out the southwest,\\nSearching for a goodly country,\\nWhere my children may be happy\\nAnd at last become Immortal.\\nSo, when first I saw the islands,\\nI had more than half concluded\\nTo descend and take possession\\nBut I found, on brief reflection,\\nWhen Ha-ne-sha-o-ne bloweth\\nHot winds from his blood-red nostrils,\\nThat I could not hold the islands.\\n327", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0335.jp2"}, "336": {"fulltext": "THE SONG OF U-RI-ON-TAH.\\nThey would drift apart and wander\\nO er the deep, and thus my children\\nWould be scattered and thus weakened\\nAnd I find I must look further.\\nSo I bid the Bold Pal-met-tah\\nHail Farewell and may he prosper\\nIs the wish of Ha-wea-ne-o.\\nThen the black cloud moved in silence\\nO er the spot where Bold Pal-met-tah\\nStood among the rocks and ledges.\\nThen the spirit, looking backward,\\nSaw the Big Chief making gestures,\\nShowing that he wished the spirit\\nWould return and hear his story.\\nThen the spirit turned the black cloud\\nIn a circle, floating slowly\\nO er the spot where Bold Pal-met-tah\\nStood and swung his arms and shouted\\n1 1 have had a new idea\\nSince you left me in the gloaming\\nThen the gentle spirit answered\\n1 advise thee, then, to keep it,\\nFor perhaps thou mayest need it\\nWhen the times get hard next winter.\\nThen the black cloud started forward,\\nBut the Bold Pal-met-tah beckoned\\nSo in earnest, that the spirit\\nHalted ere he left the presence\\nOf the Big Chief who was shouting:\\nCome down here and make a bargain\\n328", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0336.jp2"}, "337": {"fulltext": "PAL-MET-TAH.\\nI will make a contract with thee\\nI can bind the isles together\\nKnowest thou what I am doing?\\nSee me break this rock and place it\\nIn those kilns which now are smoking.\\nWhen the rock is burned I grind it\\nHere is made the wondrous Storm-King\\nAnd the Roman Rock and Obelisk,\\nBrands that never yet were equaled\\nIn this world or any other.\\nListen well to all I tell thee\\nI can bind whole worlds together\\nThen how easy can these islands\\nBe made one by using concrete.\\nThus you see twill make one country,\\nIf I bind them fast together\\nWith cement, which I am making\\nHere upon the On-ta-ro-ga.\\nSee the furnace now is smoking\\nNight and day and never ceasing.\\nNow, if thou dost much desire it,\\nI will make a contract with thee\\nTo produce one solid country,\\nWhere thy children may be happy.\\nCeaseth now the Bold Pal-met-tah.\\nThen the gentle spirit speaketh\\n1 Should I make a generous offer\\nTo repay thee for thy labors,\\nWhat shall be the terms of payment\\nThen the Bold Pal-met-tah speaketh\\n329", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0337.jp2"}, "338": {"fulltext": "THE SONG OF U-RI-ON-TAH.\\n1 1 must own the Earth/ he answered,\\nBut thy people may enjoy it\\nThey can roam about at pleasure,\\nThey can chase the deer and bison,\\nAnd they will not feel the pressure\\nOf my hand upon their vitals.\\nThey will think they own the country,\\nAnd will never know the difference.\\nThus persuaded was the spirit\\nAnd he quickly closed the contract.\\nThen to work went Bold Pal-met-tah\\nAnd he made vast beds of concrete\\nThen he stuck the isles together.\\nOne by one he bound the islands,\\nAnd, when he at last cemented\\nAll the joints, he found some mortar\\nHad been left from all the batches\\nWas left over and was wasted\\nAnd was spoiled beyond redemption,\\nAs the second set is weakly.\\nSo he scraped the waste together\\nIn a pile, and then he dumped it\\nIn a heap in Min-ne-so-tah,\\nPiled it up beside the Blue Earth.\\nThus he made a fake deposit,\\nWhere the Car-ne-yah-quah found it\\nAnd was trying now to sell it\\nBut he found that when the hot sun\\nBaked it on the streets in day-time,\\nWhere twas used in making pavements,\\n330", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0338.jp2"}, "339": {"fulltext": "PAL-MET-TAH ENTERTAINING HIS FRIENDS AT HIS WIGWAM-\\nA QUIET LITTLE GAME.", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0339.jp2"}, "340": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0340.jp2"}, "341": {"fulltext": "PAL-MET-TAH.\\nThat whene er the dews of evening\\nFell upon it, it would soften.\\nThen he poured hot sand upon it,\\nTrying hard to make it harden,\\nBut, alas twas second-handed,\\nAnd it was not worth the powder\\nIt would take to blow it skyward.\\nWell the Car-ne-yah-quah knoweth\\nThis is true but will not own it\\nHe is a Ha-seh-no-wa-na\\nHere the Song of Bold Pal-met-tah\\nWas cut short, for in an instant,\\nMidst a wild and savage uproar,\\nAll the Warriors from the prairie,\\nLed by Fiery Car-ne-yah-quah,\\nSprang upon the stack of weapons\\nAnd at once they opened battle.\\n333", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0341.jp2"}, "342": {"fulltext": "THE SONG OF U-RI-ON-TAH.\\nCHAPTER XII.\\nTHE BATTLE.\\nNot since first the world was peopled\\nWas there ever aught to equal\\nThis dread battle and its horrors.\\nOn one side were many Warriors\\nOf the wondrous O. O. T. T.,\\nLed by Tam-a-rack, fierce and angry,\\nAnd Pal-met-tah, cold and cruel,\\nIn their war-paint and their feathers,\\nThese great Chieftains keenly smarting\\nNeath the scourging, cutting language\\nFrom the tongue of Car-ne-yah-quah.\\nStanding out against these Warriors\\nWere the braves of Wa-kon-tee-pee,\\nLed by Fiery Car-ne-yah-quah.\\nOn his breast he wore a gorget\\nTwas a shell from out the Blue Earth,\\nAnd a huge and ugly spider\\nWas engraved upon its surface.\\nTwas a mascot from the Red Cloud,\\nWhich was worn by Car-ne-yah-quah\\nThrough a hundred bloody battles.\\nThus stood forth the Car-ne-yah-quah,\\nWho, with all his host of Warriors\\nFrom the wondrous Blue Earth valley,\\n334", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0342.jp2"}, "343": {"fulltext": "THE BATTLE.\\nFelt the insults heaped upon them\\nBy the bitter, stinging language\\nWhich had come from Bold Pal-met-tah,\\nAnd they stood by Car-ne-yah-quah.\\nNow was heard the thrilling war-whoop,\\nAs it wildly rang and echoed\\nOut among the hills and valleys\\nOf the charming On-ta-ro-ga,\\nAnd the gods of war were smiling.\\nSoon the ground was strewn with Warriors\\nLying one upon another:\\nScalps were lifted from the living,\\nAnd were torn from dead and dying.\\nFriend and foe were strewn together\\nIn among the rocks and hillocks,\\nWhere the fierce and cruel Warriors,\\nNow enraged beyond their reason,\\nTrampled under foot the fallen.\\nNow is seen the Car-ne-yah-quah\\nCheering on his reckless Warriors.\\nIn one hand he grasps his war-knife,\\nWhile the other hand is lifted\\nHigh in air, where he is holding\\nMany scalps as bloody trophies\\nOf his prowess in the battle.\\nThen he holds aloft his mascot,\\nAnd the Warriors from the prairies\\nUtter forth their wildest war-cries\\nThus the wondrous Car-ne-yah-quah\\nUrges on his wild Sioux Warriors.\\n335", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0343.jp2"}, "344": {"fulltext": "THE SONG OF U-RI-ON-TAH.\\nSee the fierce and blood-stained Tam-a-rack\\nNow his form is clearly outlined\\nGainst the mellow skies of Autumn,\\nAs he stands a moment, pausing,\\nOn a slightly rising hillock,\\nWith his foot upon a foeman.\\nThus he stands to cheer his Warriors,\\nWho are seen to break and falter\\nAs the reckless Sioux are pressing\\nWith relentless cries of vengeance\\nOn the blood-stained foe before them.\\nBut the bold and warlike Tam-a-rack\\nTurned the tide with skill and bravery,\\nAs his voice rose clear and ringing\\nOut across the On-ta-ro-ga,\\nAs he cheered for Ot-zin-ach-son,\\nLoudly cheered for O. O. T. T.\\nWhere is now the Bold Pal-met-tah\\nEarly in the hour of battle\\nHe was singled out for vengeance\\nBy a clan of Blue Earth Warriors,\\nWho were sworn to kill the Chieftain\\nFor his reckless use of language\\nWhen addressing brave Sioux Warriors\\nAnd they drew around Pal-met-tah,\\nSlowly closing in upon him\\nOn all sides they gathered round him,\\nThen they rushed upon the Chieftain\\nWith a wild and piercing war-cry.\\nBut the great and wondrous giant\\n336", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0344.jp2"}, "345": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0345.jp2"}, "346": {"fulltext": "\u00c2\u00abl3\\nvV\\nV, i\\n1*1*\\nr\\nthus the battle raged for hours.", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0346.jp2"}, "347": {"fulltext": "THE BATTLE.\\nSwung his war-club fast and furious,\\nAnd the Sioux fell thick about him\\nLay so deep the Bold Pal-met-tah,\\nWhen he joined the Mighty Tam-a-rack,\\nPlad to clamber over bodies\\nPiled in ridges round about him.\\nThus the battle raged with fury,\\nAnd the hill-sides, and the valleys,\\nAnd the rocks of On-ta-ro-ga\\nDripped with blood from all the Warriors\\nOn this awful field of carnage.\\nNow the blood had formed a brooklet,\\nAnd it flowed along the surface\\nTill it reached the rock-cliff standing\\nGainst the sky so cold and cheerless.\\nHere the brooklet, leaping over,\\nSplashed the rocks below with crimson,\\nWhich may yet be seen still staining\\nMany rocks along the ledges.\\nStill the battle grew in fierceness,\\nAnd the war-whoop filled the gorges\\nOf the cliff, where, single-handed,\\nMany angry Warriors grappled\\nWith the foe in deadly struggle.\\nSome were clinched and thus fell over,\\nDown upon the rocks below them,\\nAnd their crushed and bleeding bodies\\nQuivered in the mellow sunlight.\\nThus the battle raged for hours,\\nYet no side had gained advantage.\\n339", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0347.jp2"}, "348": {"fulltext": "THE SONG OF U-RI-ON-TAH.\\nBlood had covered all the fighters,\\nTill no Warriors there were certain\\nWhether, when they killed an Indian,\\nTheir own brother had not fallen.\\nNow above the din of battle\\nRang the voice of Au-die-ne-ta\\nStanding on the topmost ledges\\nOf the rock-cliff, she was crying\\nWho hath seen my Dusky Chieftain\\nLoud and louder rang her wild cry,\\nAnd the Warriors heard and listened.\\nNow her voice came shrill and piercing,\\nAs she shrieked in fear and terror\\nWhere is now the U-ri-on-tah\\nWho hath seen the Dusky Chieftain\\nEvery Warrior s heart was softened\\nBy her piteous wail of anguish.\\nThen the Princess, springing forward,\\nBounded o er the ledges, crying\\nWho will help the Au-die-ne-ta\\nIt was thus the battle ended\\nIn a draw, as all such battles\\nAlways end when tis a question\\nWhich cement shall test the higher.\\nAnd the Warriors joined the Princess\\nIn a search for U-ri-on-tah,\\nLeaving only squaws and squaw-men\\nTo attend the dead and dying,\\nWho outnumbered all the living\\nOne survived where ten were slaughtered.\\n340", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0348.jp2"}, "349": {"fulltext": "THE BATTLE.\\nAt this moment Bold Pal-met-tah\\nMet the Chieftain Mighty Tam-a-rack;\\nAnd they knew not each the other\\nFor the blood and grime that covered\\nTheir dark faces, and their bodies,\\nWhich were naked to their waist-belts.\\nThey were in the thick of battle,\\nAnd the cuts and bruises on them\\nShowed that they had been kept busy\\nBy the Great Chief from the prairie.\\nOne short moment they stood, eyeing\\nEach the other with suspicion,\\nLest their own scalps might be lifted,\\nTill one cast the sign before him\\nAnd the other gave the signal.\\nThen they turned and joined the Warriors\\nWho were swiftly running eastward\\nOn the trial behind the Princess,\\nWho went bounding like the wild deer,\\nAnd her long hair, dark as midnight,\\nLike a meteor streamed behind her.\\nWild her cry, her heart nigh breaking\\nFor she felt some dire disaster\\nHad befallen U-ri-on-tah,\\nAnd she knew by intuition\\nThat the Chieftain was in danger\\nFrom his foe, the ruthless Bee-ess,\\nSince his father had bereft him\\nOf his powers as an Immortal.\\nI must save him wailed the Princess,\\n34i", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0349.jp2"}, "350": {"fulltext": "THE SONG OF U-RI-ON-TAH.\\nWho went shrieking down the canon.\\nSoon she came upon the borders\\nOf the Devil s gorge, where chasms\\nAre cut deep among the ledges\\nWhich o erhang the Devil s brooklet.\\nHere she lingered, peering upward\\nMong the rocks, where trees o erhanging\\nCast dark shadows down the valley.\\nOne by one the Warriors glided\\nDown the dark Tar-at-ar-o-ga,\\nMeeting at the Con-at-a-ra.\\nSome among the Mighty Warriors,\\nWho had left the field of battle\\nWhen they heard the frenzied Princess\\nWeeping for her absent Chieftain,\\nDrew away from where the old trail\\nTrends along the rock-cliff passage\\nWhich was taken by the Princess,\\nAnd they took the trail which leadeth\\nTo the southeast through the forest.\\nThis they followed, quickly coming\\nTo the Devil s hole, then, turning,\\nWent due north and, soon appearing\\nOn the rock-cliff overhanging\\nThe patena in the valley,\\nThere they saw the braves who followed\\nOn the trail behind the Princess,\\nAnd were standing, with amazement\\nPictured on their upturned faces\\nFor they saw the Princess climbing\\n342", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0350.jp2"}, "351": {"fulltext": "THE BATTLE.\\nSwiftly up the cliff before them,\\nWhere they could not hope to follow.\\nLoud she called upon her Chieftain\\nTo make answer if he heard her.\\nAll the Warriors in the valley,\\nWith those on the rock-cliff standing,\\nStood with heads bent on their bosoms\\nFor they felt the awful import\\nOf the strain upon the reason\\nOf the Princess, who was climbing\\nMong the cliffs, while shrieking madly\\nFor her Chieftain U-ri-on-tah.\\nSoon she came upon a crevice\\nIn the rocks which, darkly shadowed\\nBy the overhanging forest\\nGrowing close upon the edges\\nOf the Devil s gorge above her,\\nPart concealed the gloomy crevice.\\nNow she peered within, scarce hoping\\nFor reward in her wild searching,\\nWhen, with one long wail of anguish,\\nRang the voice of Au-die-ne-ta,\\nStartling ravens from their hiding\\nIn the crags and stunted cedars,\\nDrowning out the Co-at-a-ra.\\nEvery Warrior heard the Princess,\\nAnd they knew, without mistaking,\\nThat at last she saw her Chieftain.\\nOn the instant every Warrior\\nSprang to rescue U-ri-on-tah.\\nws\u00c2\u00bb\\n343", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0351.jp2"}, "352": {"fulltext": "THE SONG OF U-RI-ON-TAH.\\nFew below could climb the rock-cliff,\\nBut the Warriors on the summit\\nLet each other down the ledges,\\nTill at last they stood together\\nNear the Princess, who was frantic\\nIn her grief and calling wildly\\nFor some one to save the Chieftain.\\nThen she leaped out o er the chasm,\\nToward a rock-point, standing sharply\\nUp from out the depths below her,\\nAnd her moccasins clung firmly\\nTo the sharp peak for a moment.\\nThen again she sprang still farther\\nThrough the air, and safely landed,\\nWith her feet upon a rock-cliff\\nShelving out above the chasm.\\nHere she found, by leaning over\\nAt the risk of pitching headlong\\nDown the chasm, she could barely,\\nWith her finger-tips extended,\\nTouch the body of her Chieftain,\\nWho was hanging by his ankle\\nWith his head extending downward,\\nAnd was dangling quite unconscious\\nIn the dim light of the chasm.\\nWith his right leg badly fractured\\nNear the ankle, he was swinging,\\nFirst to one side then the other,\\nAs the harsh wind chose to turn him.\\nMany Warriors, who were anxious\\n344", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0352.jp2"}, "353": {"fulltext": "THE BATTLE.\\nTo assist the frantic Princess,\\nTried to leap across the chasm,\\nYet plunged headlong down in silence,\\nAnd were crushed upon the boulders\\nAnd the wondrous-hued Tar-i-o\\nWhich were strewn along the bottom.\\nFew there were who leaped in safety\\nOnly those, both strong and supple\\nIn the chase and on the war-path,\\nDared to venture on the rock-cliff.\\nThese were quickly standing closely\\nRound the form of U-ri-on-tah,\\nAnd they drew his body forward.\\nThen the tall Chief Ho-me-ra-hah\\nAnd the sturdy Chief Ra-yah-ho\\nClimbed the ragged wall above them,\\nTill they came to where the Chieftain\\nWas held fast within the crevice\\nBy his foot, and quick released him.\\nThen the Warriors, standing ready,\\nSoftly drew the U-ri-on-tah\\nToward the rock-cliff, and they laid him\\nGently down beside the Princess,\\nWho now clasped his lifeless body,\\nAnd she poured forth many blessings\\nOn the Chiefs who came to aid her,\\nAnd she called aloud, while weeping,\\nWould the Oom-paugh come and help her\\nTo restore the U-ri-on-tah?\\nAt the mention of the Oom-paugh\\n345", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0353.jp2"}, "354": {"fulltext": "THE SONG OF U-RI-ON-TAH.\\nAll the Warriors standing round her\\nQuickly fell upon their faces,\\nAnd remained thus in dead silence\\nWhile the Indian Princess pleaded\\nFor the Stone God s help and mercy.\\nThen a great calm fell upon them,\\nNot a sound was heard among them,\\nSave the gurgling of the water\\nAs it issued from a crevice\\nIn the rock-cliff and went foaming\\nDown the gorge, o er many ledges,\\nTill at last it gently whispered\\nOn its way down through the valley.\\nThis the only sound was heard there,\\nFor the rooks and ravens listened,\\nAs they peered from out the branches\\nOf the stunted pines and cedars,\\nWhich found foothold in the steep face\\nOf the rock-cliff, cold and gloomy.\\nSitting thus awhile, the Princess\\nChafed the hands of U-ri-on-tah,\\nAnd she smoothed his pale, cold forehead,\\nWhile her soft hands pressed his temples.\\nOn his breast her wet cheek rested\\nAnd she tried to catch the beating\\nOf his heart, which now, unable\\nTo respond to her entreaties,\\nHad ceased throbbing at the moment\\nWhen the Princess first had seen him\\nHang suspended o er the chasm.\\n346", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0354.jp2"}, "355": {"fulltext": "THE BATTLE.\\nYet the warmth within his body\\nStill remained, and thus the Princess\\nNow, with all the desperation\\nOf the nature born within her,\\nClung to him, though scarcely hoping,\\nAnd her piteous cries of sorrow,\\nStifled sobs and helpless moaning\\nMelted every heart around her\\nAnd the Chieftains, lying prostrate\\nOn the cold rocks round about her,\\nWept aloud for U-ri-on-tah\\nAnd the Princess Au-die-ne-ta.\\nNow the broken-hearted Princess\\nSat beside her fallen Chieftain\\nWith her body gently swaying\\nBack and forth, she broke the silence,\\nAs she chanted low the Death Song\\nOf the Wolf-Clan for her Chieftain.\\nThus now sang the Au-die-ne-ta\\n347", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0355.jp2"}, "356": {"fulltext": "The Death Son\\nAu-die- r e-ta\\nNo 9\\ni- J Ji 5\\nEE\\nJ a J I J I g 4 i.\\nj- i M f J 1 r j M g j g ^ff?\\nf J. J j r i f j 1 j j j ,i m 1 I\\nj r r i rtr. r j i j. j j r 1 j. j\\npi\\n*5**", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0356.jp2"}, "357": {"fulltext": "The Death Song*\\nGone, alas is U-ri-on-tah,\\nBut his spirit hovers near me,\\nAnd I soon will stand beside him.\\nLovingly our spirits clingeth\\nTo each other now as always\\nWe will sit beside each other\\nOn the white cloud sailing eastward,\\nThus returning to our wigwam.\\nFrom the sea no more to wander,\\nThere abiding till the mountain\\nCalleth us to be Immortals,\\nU-ri-on-tah stands, awaiting\\nHis beloved Au-die-ne-ta\\nBy the white cloud he is standing.\\nTake me to thy heart, my Chieftain,\\nFor thy Au-die-ne-ta cometh\\nO my heart, my U-ri-on-tah,\\nAlways tender, true, and gentle\\nO my heart, my love, my Chieftain\\nArt thou looking down upon me\\nHere alone and broken-hearted,\\nWaiting for thy loved voice calling\\nMe to lean upon thy bosom\\nLo I come, I come, my Chieftain\\n349", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0357.jp2"}, "358": {"fulltext": "THE SONG OF U-RI-ON-TAH.\\nWhen at last the song was ended\\nShe arose and, gazing upward\\nThrough the overhanging branches,\\nSaw the white cloud sailing eastward\\nThen she turned and, falling prostrate\\nOn the cold form of her Chieftain,\\nSobbed aloud upon his body.\\nThen, arising, soon she standeth\\nOn the brink and, looking downward\\nO er the dark and gloomy chasm,\\nLaid aside her beads and buckles,\\nAnd prepared to cast her body\\nDown upon the rocks below her.\\nAt this moment came a murmur\\nIn the tree-tops far above her\\nThen it swayed the lower branches,\\nAs the light breeze fanned her forehead,\\nWhile the sun shone full upon her.\\nNow the wind grew strong, and music,\\nSweet and mournful, filled the forest;\\nAnd the heart of Au-die-ne-ta\\nWas uplifted by its cadence,\\nAnd the thought came sweet and tender\\nOf the days when, with her Chieftain,\\nShe was singing on the rock-cliff\\nNear their wigwam in the foot-hills.\\nAnd, as now the wind grew stronger,\\nShe broke forth in plaintive singing\\nOnce again the sacred love-songs\\nThey had sung so oft together.\\n350", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0358.jp2"}, "359": {"fulltext": "THE BATTLE.\\nThus she sang awhile the forest\\nFilled the measure in the blending\\nOf the chorus, and sustaining\\nHer sweet voice which, gently rising,\\nFilled the forest and the valley\\nWith a flood of soulful music.\\nThen at last her voice was silent,\\nYet her face was still uplifted\\nAnd her eyes were fixed and steadfast\\nOn the white cloud floating o er her.\\nThus transfixed, and thinking only\\nOf her Chieftain, she uplifted\\nBoth her hands, then plungeth downward,\\nThinking thus to join her Chieftain.\\nBut although her form was bending,\\nO er the chasm far extended,\\nYet her feet were firmly fastened\\nTo the rock on which she standeth.\\nThen a voice came strong and earnest,\\nHeard above the forest music\\nThus it spake in measured accents\\nAu-die-ne-ta, stay thy purpose!\\nI have tried thee to the utmost\\nThou art dearer far than ever\\nTo thy Chieftain, who hath heard thee,\\nThough he could not speak to save thee.\\nHearest thou, I am the Oom-paugh\\nI was here when first the soft wind\\nSang among the topmost branches.\\nI came quick at thy entreaty\\n35i", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0359.jp2"}, "360": {"fulltext": "THE SONG OF U-RI-ON-TAH.\\nUnto me to save thy Chieftain,\\nAnd, behold he only sleepeth.\\nHast thou, then, so soon forgotten\\nWhat thy mountain father told thee\\nThou wert both bereft of powers\\nWhich belongeth to Immortals,\\nAnd though thou shalt suffer greatly,\\nYet thou canst not die or perish.\\nAll the pain and dire affliction\\nWhich befall the lot of mortals\\nThou shalt suffer, still undying,\\nTill thy father shall forgive thee\\nAnd restore to thee thy powers.\\nNow, behold, thy feet are loosened.\\nHasten, then, to thy dear Chieftain\\nEven now his eyelids quiver\\nRest his head upon thy bosom,\\nLet him breathe the air of heaven.\\nSoon his eyes will look upon thee\\nCourage, then, my Au-die-ne-ta\\nWhile the Stone God thus was speaking\\nHe was hidden from the vision.\\nNow he came from out the cavern,\\nBorne aloft by unseen spirits,\\nWho advanced until the Oom-paugh,\\nOn a mystic shrine uplifted,\\nNow appeared beside the Princess.\\nAt each end the shrine was furnished\\nWith two polished arms of silver,\\nAnd a spirit hand was grasping\\n352", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0360.jp2"}, "361": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0361.jp2"}, "362": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0362.jp2"}, "363": {"fulltext": "THE BATTLE.\\nFirmly round the silver handles,\\nAnd the spirit arms extended\\nFaintly upward near the elbow,\\nWhere they seemed to softly vanish\\nInto thin air, leaving only\\nThese four arms and hands to safely\\nBear the Oom-paugh o er the chasm.\\nThen he paused and looked about him,\\nDown upon the prostrate Warriors\\nThough he spake not for some moments,\\nYet his right eye coldly glittered,\\nAnd twas plain that he was angry.\\nIn the meanwhile Au-die-ne-ta\\nKnelt beside her fallen Chieftain\\nThen she lifted up his dear head,\\nAnd she chafed his cold, damp temples,\\nCalling vainly, half distracted,\\nWould he look upon his Princess.\\nSoon the heavy eyelids lifted,\\nClosed again as though by effort,\\nWhile a cold chill shook his body,\\nWhich was drawn with utmost tension,\\nThen relaxed and falling backward,\\nThus the U-ri-on-tah fainteth.\\nThen the Princess, springing lightly\\nDown the rocks, returned with water,\\nAnd she bathed the lips and temples\\nOf the limp and helpless Chieftain,\\nTill at last his eyes were opened\\nAnd he gazed upon the Princess,\\n355", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0363.jp2"}, "364": {"fulltext": "THE SONG OF U-RI-ON-TAH.\\nPressed her hand in loving silence.\\nNow the Oom-paugh speaketh coldly\\nTo the Warriors lying prostrate\\nOn the rocks around about him:\\nWarriors of the O. O. T. T.,\\nWarriors of the Wa-kon-tee-pee,\\nHear me well, then ponder after.\\nWhen I rested in the wigwam,\\nOn the mystic shrine was seated,\\nI was guarded every moment\\nBy some member of the order.\\nAll was well then, all was peaceful,\\nTill the night when U-ri-on-tah\\nAnd the Princess reached the wigwam.\\nJust before them came the Bee-ess,\\nYet no harm could come upon me\\nHad you staid within the wigwam.\\nBut, alas what dire disaster\\nFollowed quickly your betrayal\\nOf the trust which rested on you.\\nYou were tempted by your weakness,\\nAnd you left me and descended\\nTo the cavern underneath me,\\nWhere the Snig-e-i was flowing.\\nAnd when once the cup was emptied,\\nThen the Oom-paugh was forgotten.\\nThus it was my anger kindled,\\nAnd I thought twas best to punish\\nEach and all for thus offending\\nMe, the only Stone God living.\\n356", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0364.jp2"}, "365": {"fulltext": "THE BATTLE.\\nThus it came when you had left me,\\nScarcely had your noisy revels\\nReached my ears before the Bee-ess\\nSoftly stepped within the wigwam.\\nAll the rest is known among you.\\nI was sorry thus to punish\\nU-ri-on-tah, who was blameless,\\nBut when I brought on the battle\\nBy inciting friends to combat,\\nI had drawn the U-ri-on-tah\\nTo the forest, thereby hoping\\nTo protect him from disaster\\nBut the ever-crafty Bee-ess,\\nWho is mightier than mortals\\nAnd the demon never slumbers\\nHe it was who watched and waited\\nWhen the U-ri-on-tah wandered\\nIn the forest he so loveth.\\nThen the crafty, cruel demon\\nFollowed him, and came upon him\\nAs the Chieftain sat in reverie\\nUnderneath the forest branches.\\nThis I saw and I relented,\\nAnd I sent the Princess seeking\\nU-ri-on-tah in the forest.\\nHad the Bee-ess fled the country,\\nIt was my intent and purpose\\nTo destroy those who betrayed me\\nTo destroy them in the battle.\\nBut it happened that the Princess\\n357", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0365.jp2"}, "366": {"fulltext": "THE SONG OF U-RI-ON-TAH.\\nKnew, as though by intuition,\\nThat her Chieftain was in danger,\\nAnd her wild cries stayed the battle.\\nNow you know why I was silent\\nFrom the time the Bee-ess left me\\nTill this moment, and I charge you,\\nWhen again you shall desert me,\\nI will leave not one among you\\nTo hand down to future peoples\\nAny sign of your existence.\\nEvery trace shall be extinguished\\nWhich would give the slightest inkling\\nThat such people ever dwelt here.\\nAlthough men may be Immortal,\\nYet the Gods can well destroy them,\\nFor the Gods have full dominion\\nOver Mortals and Immortals.\\nThough your bodies may be buried,\\nI will send sulphuric acid\\nTo eat up your bones and tissue.\\nThus avenged will be the Oom-paugh\\nSilence now fell on the people,\\nWhile the unseen spirits, moving\\nToward the shadows in the chasm\\nWith the mystic shrine uplifted,\\nDisappeared, and thus the Oom-paugh\\nLeft his people lying prostrate,\\nWith their faces on the cold rocks,\\nStill unmoved in deathlike silence.\\nThen was heard the Au-die-ne-ta\\n358", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0366.jp2"}, "367": {"fulltext": "THE BATTLE.\\nPouring out her heart in gladness,\\nFor the Dusky Chieftain speaketh\\nThus spake low the U-ri-on-tah\\n4 Will the Princess call the Warriors\\nTo assemble round the body\\nOf the helpless U-ri-on-tah,\\nAnd with tender hands uplift him\\nAnd convey him to the wigwam,\\nWhere the loving Au-die-ne-ta\\nMay bring back the health and vigor\\nTo the Chieftain by her nursing?\\nFor, alas the Dusky Chieftain\\nHas a fractured limb, which needeth\\nAll the care that can be rendered.\\nThen the Warriors gathered quickly\\nRound the form of U-ri-on-tah,\\nAnd they made a couch of buckskin\\nThen they laid the Chief upon it,\\nAnd they bore him gently downward\\nTo the valley, then turned westward\\nTill they reached the Stone God canon.\\nHere they halted for a moment,\\nThen proceeded on the journey,\\nWhile the faithful Au-die-ne-ta\\nWalked beside the fallen Chieftain\\nTill they came upon the wigwam,\\nWhere they placed him softly, gently,\\nOn a couch, and there they left him.\\nSoon the night fell round the wigwam,\\nAnd the full moon now was rising\\n359", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0367.jp2"}, "368": {"fulltext": "THE SONG OF U-RI-ON-TAH.\\nO er the forest to the eastward,\\nShining through the topmost branches\\nCasting shadows on the wigwam.\\nNow the owls came forth from hiding\\nAnd they whistled low and mournful\\nAs they drew around the wigwam\\nAnd the moon, still rising higher,\\nCast a flood of softest radiance\\nO er the wigwam and the forest.\\nNow the winds come softly sighing\\nThrough the trees and, passing onward,\\nLeave behind a tender impress\\nOn the hearts of Nature s children.\\nSinging pines and moaning cedars\\nJoin the lofty elms and maples\\nIn a low, sweet strain of music,\\nBlended in a minor measure.\\nAll was done to cheer the Chieftain\\nWho had lived so close to nature\\nBut, alas! twas quite unheeded,\\nFor the Chieftain rests in slumber,\\nWhile the Princess sat beside him\\nThrough the night, and only left him\\nWhen the sun came in the morning,\\nSmiling o er the On-ta-ro-ga,\\nBringing warmth to all his creatures.\\nStill the U-ri-on-tah sleepeth,\\nWhile the splints were drawn more closely\\nRound his bruised and fractured ankle.\\n360", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0368.jp2"}, "369": {"fulltext": "RE TROSPECTION.\\nCHAPTER XIII.\\nRETROSPECTION.\\nAutumn days now pass and Winter\\nCometh on, and chilling north-winds\\nWhistle round the lonely wigwam\\nAnd the white drifts now are piling\\nHigh along the trail, which leadeth\\nThrough the forest, gray and gloomy.\\nYet the Chieftains often gathered\\nRound the couch of U-ri-on-tah,\\nWatching for the slightest token\\nOf returning health and vigor.\\nThen at last the Winter ended,\\nAnd the sun was slow returning\\nFrom the southern skies, and bringing\\nWelcome rains and gentle south-winds\\nAnd the swelling buds were bursting\\nInto blossom, and the robins,\\nAnd the orioles and blue-birds\\nFrom their southern homes were coming.\\nAlso came the sweet-voiced thrushes,\\nIndian nightingales, the songsters\\nDear to every true-born Indian\\nAnd these wild-birds filled the forest\\n361", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0369.jp2"}, "370": {"fulltext": "THE SONG OF U-RI-ON-TAH.\\nWith their music in the morning,\\nWith their music in the evening.\\nIt was then the U-ri-on-tah\\nFrom his couch of furs was lifted,\\nAnd was seated in the sunshine\\nBy the entrance to the wigwam\\nAnd the faithful Au-die-ne-ta\\nSat beside him, radiant, happy,\\nFor she saw the smile returning\\nTo the face of her dear Chieftain.\\nThen it was that all the Warriors\\nWho survived the awful battle\\nWere invited to the wigwam\\nTo make glad the U-ri-on-tah.\\nOne by one they came in silence,\\nAnd they gathered round the wigwam,\\nWhere the Suc-co-tash was boiling,\\nWhile the Chiefs sat in a circle,\\nAnd the council-fires were burning\\nThrough the night upon the hill-tops,\\nAnd the pipe of peace was lighted.\\nThen the young bucks held a war-dance\\nTo the stirring Ta-wa-e-gun,\\nTill the morning sun was shining\\nO er the tree-tops to the eastward.\\nThen the Mighty Chieftains gathered\\nRound the door where U-ri-on-tah\\nSat while bathing in the sunshine,\\nAnd they held Hen-nun-do-nuh-seh,\\nAfter which the Dusky Chieftain\\n362", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0370.jp2"}, "371": {"fulltext": "RE TROSPECTION.\\nGreeted all the Chiefs and Sachems\\nAs they gathered round the wigwam.\\nHe was pale, and weak, and wasted,\\nYet he felt the soft winds blowing\\nOn his temples, thus refreshing\\nAll his nature, and he motioned\\nTo the Warriors to be seated.\\nThen he lifted up his wan face\\nAnd he gazed upon the red clouds,\\nWhich above the sun were hanging\\nIn the sky beyond the forest.\\nHawks were sailing in a circle\\nHigh in air above the Chieftain,\\nScreaming shrill their notes of anger.\\nFor a moment he was dreaming\\nOf his wigwam in the foot-hills\\nOnce again he saw his Noh-yeh\\nAnd his lofty mountain Ha-nih,\\nThen a tear stood on his pale cheek,\\nWhich he brushed away, then, quickly\\nTurning, saw the Warriors seated\\nIn a circle, and their faces\\nWere bent low upon their bosoms,\\nAs a token of their wishes\\nThat the Dusky U-ri-on-tah\\nShould address them while they listened.\\nThen the U-ri-on-tah speaketh\\nMany moons have passed, my brethren,\\nSince I journeyed from the eastland\\nTo the land of On-ta-ro-ga.\\n363", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0371.jp2"}, "372": {"fulltext": "THE SONG OF U-RI-ON-TAH.\\nEvery Warrior in the hearing\\nOf my voice knows well the object\\nOf my visit to the Oom-paugh.\\nKnow as well the Bee-ess demon\\nUndertook to steal the Stone God,\\nAnd how near he came to doing\\nThis rash act, because the Warriors\\nWho had sworn to guard the Oom-paugh\\nHad relaxed their faithful vigils.\\nI will not upbraid my brethren\\nOf the O. O. T. T. Conclave\\nThat which has been never changeth.\\nOf the present and the future\\nWe will speak, then hold a council,\\nBut tis well to know, in passing,\\nWhy the U-ri-on-tah suffers.\\nWhen the Bee-ess held the Oom-paugh\\nOn his back, while fleeing with him,\\nMuch of strength and power was passing\\nFrom the Stone God to the Bee-ess.\\nDo not think, for one brief moment,\\nThat because the Bee-ess carried\\nOur great Oom-paugh on his shoulders\\nHe is greater than the Oom-paugh.\\nLet the Chieftains understand it.\\nWe all know that evil spirits\\nIn all ages have been roaming\\nThrough the land, in bold defiance\\nOf the Gods, who, if united,\\nAre much stronger than the demons\\n364", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0372.jp2"}, "373": {"fulltext": "RE TROSPECTION.\\nYet because the Gods are jealous\\nOf each other in the struggle\\nFor possession of the people,\\nEach one thinking his the only-\\nProper way to guide and govern,\\nThus, alas their strength is wasted\\nWrangling over abstruse isms.\\nThis is why there s little progress\\nToward subduing evil spirits,\\nAnd the task is rendered harder\\nBy the fact that all the demons\\nAct in concert and thus prosper.\\nSo, whenever any demon\\nIs hard pressed and help is needed,\\nThen he summons other demons\\nTo his aid, who quickly gather\\nAnd support their struggling comrade.\\nThus it happens that a true God\\nMay be wrestling with a demon,\\nAnd, forsooth, the God is stronger.\\nThen the demon, in some manner\\nQuite unknown to Gods or mortals,\\nSummons aid from kindred spirits.\\nThus they often seem much stronger\\nThan the God who, single-handed,\\nIs compelled to fight his battles.\\nThen there is the further secret\\nOf the power of evil spirits\\nTo absorb both strength and knowledge\\nFrom the Gods through local nearness:\\n365", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0373.jp2"}, "374": {"fulltext": "THE SONG OF U-RI-ON-TAH.\\nThus they often gain advantage.\\nYet, with all these facts before us,\\nWe still know the Gods are greater\\nAnd the time is surely coming\\nWhen the Gods will work together\\nEvil spirits then will vanish.\\nBut, until such times shall ripen,\\nWe must look to see the true Gods\\nSingle-handed ofttimes beaten.\\nThere is one more fact to mention,\\nMore important than all others\\nLet the Warriors give attention.\\nThere are many kinds of demons\\nSome are wise and some are foolish,\\nSome are weak and others mighty.\\nEach one has his special talent,\\nAnd each one is always busy\\nNe er was yet an idle demon.\\nWhen one demon does more labor\\nThan his fellows, and is skillful\\nIn the art of making mischief,\\nHe is sure to be promoted,\\nAnd they choose from out their number\\nOne to rule supreme and mighty.\\nThis supreme one thus is chosen\\nFor some special, cruel torture\\nHe has caused to be inflicted\\nOn some weak and helpless mortal.\\nAt the present time, my Chieftains,\\nHe who rules supreme and mighty\\n366", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0374.jp2"}, "375": {"fulltext": "RE TROSPECTION.\\nIn the hearts of all the mortals,\\nRules as well among Immortals,\\nAnd is sought for, late and early,\\nBy the rich and by the starving.\\nHe, for whom so many people\\nRob, and steal, and lie, and plunder,\\nBears the diabolic title,\\nKnown among all Chiefs and Warriors,\\nAs the never-dying Bee-ess.\\nAfter this brief explanation\\nWe resume our painful story\\nAt the time, when I was resting\\nIn the forest, after urging\\nBold Pal-met-tah and the Tam-a-rack\\nTo forego all thoughts of vengeance\\nOn the fiery Car-ne-yah-quah,\\nAnd to labor to o ercome him\\nBy still greater words of boasting,\\nThen I left the sullen Warriors\\nAnd was seated in the forest,\\nWhen the Bee-ess came before me.\\nAt a distance he was walking\\nIn a circle there before me,\\nAnd he smiled when gazing on me,\\nLooking backward o er his shoulder\\nNever looked he any stronger.\\nWhen the circle led him from me\\nHe would twist his neck, and always\\nKeep his eye turned full upon me.\\nNever once, while I sat watching,\\n367", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0375.jp2"}, "376": {"fulltext": "THE SONG OF U-RI-ON-TAH.\\nWas his face hid from my vision\\nAnd his eye was large and lustrous,\\nWhile his skin was soft and tender,\\nAnd his fair hair floated backward\\nO er his shoulders, while he circled\\nThere before me in the forest.\\nTall and handsome is the Bee-ess,\\nAnd his smile is sweet and winning.\\nWhen I rose, as though to call him,\\nStood he still and silent, waiting\\nFor some word which I might utter.\\nOn his heart his right hand rested,\\nAnd his head inclined in bowing;\\nThus he stood while I addressed him\\nO thou crafty, cunning demon\\nWell thou knowest I am master,\\nAnd at last, in meek submission,\\nThou shalt bow to thy creator.\\nAll thou art is mine, and shall be,\\nIt is useless to elude me:\\nIf thou carest now to prosper,\\nThou wilt surely heed my warning\\nAnd will yield to my dictation.\\nNow the Bee-ess, bowing meekly,\\nSaid twould be his greatest pleasure\\nTo surrender on the instant.\\nWould I come with him this morning\\nFor a stroll to Os-ar-o-ga\\nTo the Devil s gorge, and, resting\\nOn the cliff, we could at leisure\\n368", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0376.jp2"}, "377": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0377.jp2"}, "378": {"fulltext": "SPRANG THE BEE-ESS, LEAPING FORWARD,", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0378.jp2"}, "379": {"fulltext": "RE TROSPECTION.\\nTalk about his full surrender.\\nThen again he bowed before me,\\nAnd his manner was the sweetest\\nEver known, so mild and humble;\\nThen we took the trail together,\\nAnd I followed close behind him,\\nThinking how I best could bind him\\nAnd enchain him safe forever.\\nSoon we came upon the rock-cliff\\nWhich o erlooks the Devil s chasm,\\nAnd, behold a thick fog, filling\\nAll the valley now before us.\\nOn the instant, without warning,\\nSprang the Bee-ess, leaping forward,\\nQuick as lightning I sprang after,\\nFor I felt the treacherous demon\\nWould elude my grasp and leave me,\\nShould I let him thus escape me.\\nAs I sprang I felt my error,\\nFor my foot, instead of landing\\nOn hard rock, went through a crevice\\nAnd, behold my foot was fastened\\nIn the crevice, which the dense fog\\nHad then hidden from my notice,\\nAnd, thus held, my body plungeth\\nO er the cliff, and thus suspended\\nI was found by Au-die-ne-ta.\\n11 When I found what dire disaster\\nHad befallen me that moment,\\nAs I swung beneath the crevice,\\n371", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0379.jp2"}, "380": {"fulltext": "THE SONG OF U-RI-ON-TAH.\\nMy first thought was on the Princess.\\nIt was then my ears were greeted\\nWith the wildest shrieks of laughter\\nEver heard since first the sunshine\\nGave the red skin to the Indian.\\nTaunts and jeers were heaped upon me\\nBy the handsome Bee-ess demon,\\nWho upon the fog was dancing,\\nLaughing like the Klu-ne-o-lux,\\nAnd he asked me, in derision,\\nWould I come and take him captive\\nThen in scorn he called attention\\nTo my foolish waste of effort\\nIn the crazy undertaking\\nOf his capture without wampum.\\nThus, again, my trusty Warriors,\\nI was vanquished by the Bee-ess.\\nThough his voice was growing fainter,\\nYet in clear and ringing accents\\nHe was singing of the wampum,\\nTill at last I heard no longer\\nAnd I fast was losing power\\nTo retain my voice and senses,\\nAnd, the last that I remember,\\nI was calling for the Princess.\\nOf the rest it has been told you,\\nAnd there is no need to tell it\\nO er again, nor bring the horrors\\nTo our minds of that dread chapter\\nIn the life of U-ri-on-tah.\\n372", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0380.jp2"}, "381": {"fulltext": "RE TROSPE C TJON.\\nLet the Warriors hold the council,\\nLet us smoke the sweet tobacco\\nWhen tis finished I will tell you\\nOf a strange, eventful epoch\\nIn the life of U-ri-on-tah\\nSempiternal U-ri-on-tah\\n373", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0381.jp2"}, "382": {"fulltext": "THE SONG OF U-RI-ON-TAH.\\nCHAPTER XIV.\\nSONG OF THE CYCLOPS.\\nLISTEN now, my Noble Warriors,\\nSit in silence while I tell you\\nOf the birth and secret story\\nOf the Oom-paugh and the Bee-ess\\nAnd the one-eyed U-ri-on-tah.\\nThere are those among the Warriors\\nWho are gathered here to listen,\\nSome who heard the U-ri-on-tah\\nTell the story of the she-wolf,\\nWhen he passed the fearful ordeal\\nAnd became an O. O. T. T.,\\nAnd henceforth became Immortal\\nTold he how his she-wolf mother\\nNursed him in the gloomy forest,\\nNear the spot where we are sitting.\\nNow the U-ri-on-tah speaketh\\nOf a life which came before this\\nLong before the she-wolf mother\\nEver knew the U-ri-on-tah.\\nWhen the world was young and ardent,\\nAnd the verdure fresh and fragrant,\\nWhen all Nature was a hot-house,\\nForcing trees, and plants, and people\\nTo a wondrous growth in stature\\n374", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0382.jp2"}, "383": {"fulltext": "THE CYCLOPS.\\nBy her warmth of air and water\\nWhen the Ton-a-wan-dah valley\\nWas a sea of boiling waters\\nWhen the hill where stands this wigwam\\nFormed the shore-line of its borders\\nWhen the Dugong swam at leisure\\nNear the shore in search of victims\\nWhen the Ichthyornis wandered\\nOn the beach, and sang his sweetest\\nSongs to cheer the Brontotherium\\nAnd the festive Hesperornis\\nJoined the chorus, singing hoarsely\\nIn his fine profundo basso\\nWhen the serpents and the wild beasts\\nAnd the birds of all descriptions\\nAll were grown to wondrous sizes,\\nMastodon and great Behemoth\\nAnd the Mammoth, huge and surly,\\nAnd the pompous Nototherium\\nAnd the happy Megatherium,\\nGlyptodon and Armadillo\\nSported in this land of wonders\\nThese and others were the creatures,\\nLiving in those days of marvels,\\nUnderneath the glowing ag-ni,\\nWhere the summer lasted always.\\nThose were days before the glaciers\\nCrept from out the chilly Northland,\\nCrushing rocks and plowing furrows\\nDeep along the old lake borders\\n375", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0383.jp2"}, "384": {"fulltext": "THE SONG OF U-RI-ON-TAH.\\nRolling granite into boulders,\\nWhich lie scattered round about us,\\nDriving men from out its pathway,\\nLeaving deep seams in the limestones\\nOver which the ice-floe traveled,\\nAs it moved across the hill-top\\nWhere the Warriors now are sitting,\\nMid the rocks of On-ta-ro-ga.\\nIt was long before this happened\\nIn the hot days long before this,\\nThat the huge and ponderous creatures\\nI have mentioned lived and flourished\\nAnd those strange and curious tribesmen\\nWho ruled o er the brute creation\\nWere the true and only Cyclops\\nWere the mighty One-eyed Giants.\\nIn those days the U-ri-on-tah\\nWas a giant, and was taller\\nThan the pine-trees which are singing\\nMournful music round this wigwam.\\nIn those days the smallest creatures,\\nWhich were like our little squirrels\\nOf to-day, were then like lions\\nAll the forest beasts were monsters\\nWhen they walked upon the green earth\\nIt was shaken by their footsteps.\\nDread abomas filled the forests,\\nAnd their bodies oft were larger\\nThan the largest trees around us\\nRivers flowed in all directions,\\n376", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0384.jp2"}, "385": {"fulltext": "THE CYCLOPS.\\nNarrow strips of land between them,\\nAnd the summer lasted always.\\nThen the palm-trees grew profusely,\\nAnd the alligators scrambled\\nUp the banks along the rivers,\\nAnd they seized the little children\\nAnd devoured them by the thousands.\\nWhen the Giant U-ri-on-tah\\nWalked along beside the river,\\nLeaving huge and mighty footprints,\\nThen the sun would come and harden\\nAll the places where the Giant\\nHad been walking in the morning,\\nAnd the river, rising, flooded\\nAll his tracks, and then new matter\\nSoon o erspread the huge depressions.\\nThen, as time rolled on, the rivers\\nWould dry up, as underneath them\\nWere huge fires which never slumbered\\nAnd the river sand was hardened\\nInto sandstone and, for ages\\nWhich came after, it lay dormant\\nTill at last the stone was quarried\\nBy the pale-face with his rock-drill\\nAnd his dynamite and powder,\\nLaying bare the tracks and markings\\nOf the feet of U-ri-on-tah,\\nAnd the gaping people wondered\\nWho could make such monstrous foot-prints\\nFor each stride would reach much farther\\n377", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0385.jp2"}, "386": {"fulltext": "THE SONG OF U-RI-ON-TAH.\\nThan the distance made by arrows,\\nWhen they leap from off the bow-string\\nDrawn by strongest Warrior living.\\nAnd the eye of U-ri-on-tah\\nWas an octagon, and stood out\\nFrom the forehead like a boulder\\nWhich projecteth from a hill-side,\\nWhere the rains have bared its surface\\nTill tis ready to pitch headlong\\nDown the rough and rugged mountain.\\nThus the one-eyed U-ri-on-tah\\nLooked, when lounging as a Cyclops\\nUnder palm-trees near the river.\\nWhen his eye was closed in sleeping,\\nHis great eyelids came together\\nIn an upright line, and lashes\\nFormed a row, which from his forehead\\nStood out stiff and black as midnight,\\nLike the stub manes of our ponies\\nOnly half-grown after shearing\\nAnd the arms of U-ri-on-tah\\nWere much longer than the branches\\nOf the largest trees about us.\\nIn those happy days the people\\nAll were large, and strong, and handsome\\nWhen in anger every Cyclops\\nWore a smile of sweet contentment,\\nAnd, when marching forth to battle,\\nAll would sing the Giants war-song.\\nWhen they sang, the whole world trembled.\\n378", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0386.jp2"}, "387": {"fulltext": "THE CYCLOPS.\\nNot the roar of On-qui-aah-ra\\nCould drown out the wondrous music,\\nHeard for miles, when this great people\\nMarched to battle down the river.\\nWhen the battle raged the fiercest\\nMen would pull up trees for war-clubs\\nWith one hand they held the weapon\\nBy the roots, then slid the other\\nToward the top and stripped the branches\\nIn a twinkling from its body.\\nThen they swung the mighty war-clubs\\nRound their heads with savage fury.\\nWhen they fought the sun was clouded\\nBy the dust which filled the heavens,\\nMingled with the cloud-like vapor\\nPouring from their heated nostrils,\\nDarkening all the field of battle.\\nNow the tribe which U-ri-on-tah\\nFound himself in, when he wakened\\nFrom a life and death before this\\nWhen he wakened as a Cyclops\\nWas the On-que-bon-whe people,\\nWhich, in Cyclops language, meaneth\\n1 Men surpassing all before them.\\nAnd this clan had waists which measured\\nRound about as large or larger\\nThan the girth of this great wigwam.\\nThese strong men could form in battle\\nWhen the cyclone came, and turn it\\nBy main strength from out their pathway\\n379", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0387.jp2"}, "388": {"fulltext": "THE SONG OF U-RI-ON-TAH.\\nThese great Warriors wore no clothing,\\nBut their skins were well protected\\nBy the scales which grew upon them,\\nLapping one upon another.\\nAnd the scales were even larger\\nThan the skins of bear and panther\\nLying now within the wigwam.\\nAnd the blood of this great people\\nWas as black as darkest midnight,\\nAnd twas hot as boiling water.\\nWhen twas spilled in deadly combat,\\nAll the earth was covered over\\nWith the blood of these brave Warriors,\\nWhich at last would slowly settle\\nInto pools, which, after cooling,\\nFormed the substance known as asphalt.\\nWhen the U-ri-on-tah sitteth\\nHere in sitence by his wigwam\\nOn the hills of On-ta-ro-ga,\\nAnd, in looking toward the southwest,\\nSees the black clouds rolling upward,\\nFierce and angry, and the lightning\\nDarting forth in forks, and thunder\\nRolls along the earth which trembleth\\nAs the awful crash resoundeth,\\nThen the U-ri-on-tah thinketh\\nOf the On-que-bon-whe people,\\nFor, when they were speaking mildly,\\nIn a low and quiet manner,\\nEven then their voices sounded\\n380", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0388.jp2"}, "389": {"fulltext": "THE CYCLOPS.\\nLike the thunder from the black clouds,\\nAnd their eyes, like mammoth diamonds,\\nGleamed and sent forth brilliant flashes\\nLike the lightning we have mentioned.\\nAnd the women of that people\\nWhen they marched in solid phalanx\\nFrom one river to another,\\nLong before they showed their faces\\nO er the sand-dunes, all the Warriors\\nKnew the women were approaching,\\nBy the rays of light which mounted\\nUp above the earth, and painted\\nAll the sky with lurid colors.\\nLike the Northern Lights of Autumn,\\nWere the rays of light which darted\\nFrom the eyes of those fair women.\\nEven now the U-ri-on-tah\\nMeeteth men who transmigrated\\nFrom the wondrous Cyclops people.\\nWhen they sit with him at midnight\\nOn the hills of On-ta-ro-ga,\\nSmoking pipes of sweet tobacco,\\nAnd the Northern Lights are dancing,\\nThey exclaim, with depths of fervor\\nAnd with words which burn with meaning\\nLook! the On-que-bon-whe women\\nRound the North-pole now are dancing.\\nSee how bright their eyes are flashing\\nO, great Oom-paugh, canst thou tell us,\\nWill those dear old days of glory\\n381", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0389.jp2"}, "390": {"fulltext": "THE SONG OF U-RI-ON-TAH.\\nE er come back to cheer and bless us?\\nMark how cold, and pinched, and hungry\\nGrows the world, how mean and little\\nSince the On-que-bon-whe people\\nTrod the earth in stately grandeur\\nIn those days when all were happy,\\nAll the Gods which then existed\\nWere created by the Cyclops.\\nEach tribe had a God to worship,\\nMade to suit its own caprices\\nAs to size and shape and beauty.\\nYet each God, whenever molded,\\nTook upon itself a power\\nWhich the Cyclops did not furnish.\\nFor when any God was finished,\\nAnd was ready for the people\\nTo bow down to in submission,\\nThen the dull and stupid image\\nSeemed possessed of life, and beckoned\\nSpirits from the outer regions\\nTo draw nigh and stand around it,\\nTill the God should choose a spirit,\\nWhich should enter in and rule it\\nFor all time and through all ages.\\nThus it happened that the people,\\nWhen a true God they had molded,\\nCould not tell what kind of spirit\\nMight be chosen for their ruler.\\nMuch depended on the temper\\nOf the clay, when being molded,\\n382", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0390.jp2"}, "391": {"fulltext": "THE CYCLOPS.\\nWhat should be its future action.\\nThus it came that evil spirits\\nWould draw nigh at time of choosing,\\nAnd, with sweet and honeyed phrases,\\nOft induce the Gods to take them.\\nThen, forsooth, when once they entered\\nAnd had taken full possession,\\nOftentimes then strife and discord\\nWould break out among the people,\\nBringing war and dire destruction\\nIn its train and thus the people\\nKilled each other for no reason\\nOther than to sate the vengeance\\nOf some vile and evil spirit\\nRuling in the very image\\nWhich the men themselves had molded.\\nIt was thus the Cyclops builded\\nGods to worship, which have lasted\\nDuring all the many ages.\\nNone have dared to make or unmake\\nAny God which was created,\\nBy the On-que-bon-whe people.\\nEven now the pale-face people\\nHave four Gods three good, one evil;\\nAnd, according to the teachings\\nOf the pale-face, it is certain\\nThat the evil God is stronger\\nThan the good ones, and defeats them\\nIn the struggle and the contest\\nFor possession of the people.\\n383", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0391.jp2"}, "392": {"fulltext": "THE SONG OF U-RI-ON-TAH.\\nAnd these Gods were all created\\nBy the On-que-bon-whe people\\nIn the manner here related.\\nNow the U-ri-on-tah cometh\\nTo a time when, as a Cyclops,\\nHe was sitting by a river\\nIn the bright and pleasant sunshine,\\nWith a lump of clay beside him.\\nAt his feet there flowed a brooklet,\\nWhich came leaping from the hill-side,\\nAnd went laughing to the river.\\nNow the U-ri-on-tah taketh\\nIn his hands the clay, and molds it\\nWith the water from the brooklet,\\nWhich from out a bed of limestone\\nHad been hardened for the purpose\\nAnd the Chieftain used this water\\nAnd none other for the moistening\\nOf the clay so he could mold it.\\nThus with patience toiled the Cyclops,\\nIn his efforts toward the molding\\nOf a God which he might worship.\\nWhen, at last, the form was perfect\\nIt was left beside the river,\\nTill it well had dried and hardened\\nWith the sunshine full upon it.\\nThen the U-ri-on-tah taketh\\nCalcium water from the brooklet,\\nWhich he sprinkled o er the image.\\nDay by day he thus did labor,\\n384", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0392.jp2"}, "393": {"fulltext": "THE CYCLOPS.\\nTill at last the clay was changing\\nInto stone through infiltration.\\nThen the U-ri-on-tah, standing\\nFace to face before the image,\\nThought he saw a disproportion,\\nAs one cheek was molded larger\\nThan the other, and the jaw-bone\\nOn that side was more protruding.\\nStill the Cyclops hesitated,\\nFor twas known among the people\\nHow great danger always followed\\nAny change, when once the image\\nHad begun to grow in hardness.\\nNow the U-ri-on-tah taketh\\nIn his hands his clay-made model,\\nAnd he tried to press the left side\\nOf the face of this dark image\\nTill that side should be the equal\\nOf the right side in proportions,\\nBut, alas the clay had hardened\\nAnd refused to be thus shapen.\\nThen the U-ri-on-tah riseth\\nAnd, with wrathful arm uplifted,\\nBrought his open hand in contact\\nWith the left cheek of the image,\\nAnd he cleft the larger portion\\nOf the cheek and jaw-bone also.\\nNow the piece which had been severed\\nFell in fragments by the brooklet\\nAt the feet of U-ri-on-tah.\\n385", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0393.jp2"}, "394": {"fulltext": "THE SONG OF U-RI-ON-TAH.\\nThese the Cyclops quickly gathered\\nIn one hand he held the pieces,\\nAnd he softened them with water,\\nWhile he crushed them with his fingers.\\nThough the work was slow and tiresome,\\nYet the Giant U-ri-on-tah\\nDid not dare to cease his labors,\\nFor he knew what dire disaster\\nWould befall if, by his failure,\\nShould the smallest bit be scattered.\\nSo he slowly toiled and molded\\nAll the pieces to an image,\\nWhich was smaller than the other,\\nYet in every detail perfect.\\nThen the Giant Chieftain hardened\\nEach alike with calcium water,\\nTill at last the two were finished\\nHard as any stone around them.\\nNow the U-ri-on~tah waiteth,\\nAnd he looked with anxious longing\\nOn the Stone Gods he had builded.\\nDay and night he sat beside them,\\nWatching for the time when spirits\\nShould be called around his idols.\\nNow the awful hour approacheth,\\nAnd the U^ri-on-tah trembleth,\\nLest an evil spirit findeth\\nAn acceptance and a welcome\\nFrom the Stone Gods he had molded.\\nBut at last the trembling Cyclops\\n386", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0394.jp2"}, "395": {"fulltext": "THE CYCLOPS.\\nSees them beckon to the spirits.\\nWho can tell the awful anguish\\nOf that hour and live to tell it?\\nSee the sweat stand on the forehead\\nOf the suffering One-eyed Giant\\nWhile he has no fear of evil\\nFrom the large God, yet suspicion\\nFills his bosom when he thinketh\\nOf his troubles in the molding\\nOf the small God, for he knoweth\\nThat all errors in the molding\\nMust continue through the ages.\\nNow, at last, the U-ri-on-tah\\nRises from the sloping sand-beach\\nAnd he stands beside the river,\\nLooking back, in anxious silence,\\nOn the work his hands had finished,\\nFor he sees that both the Stone Gods\\nHad made choice among the spirits\\nIt was written on their faces.\\nCould the U-ri-on-tah gather\\nAll the worlds throughout the heavens,\\nAnd should fold them to his bosom,\\nAnd could own them for the asking,\\nHe would give them all and gladly,\\nCould he blot from out his memory\\nAll the horrors of that moment\\nThat dread moment when he waited\\nFor a sign of recognition\\nFrom the Gods his own hands molded.\\n387", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0395.jp2"}, "396": {"fulltext": "THE SONG OF U-RI-ON-TAH.\\nNow the sun is shining fiercely\\nOn the faces of the Stone Gods\\nEvery line and every feature\\nStands out clear in open daylight,\\nAnd the U-ri-on-tah shudders\\nEven now when he recalls it.\\nHe will now describe the greater\\nOf the Gods, as they stood looking\\nAt their maker by the river.\\nOn the right side of his huge face\\nWas a sinister expression,\\nWhich was heightened by the glitter\\nIn the right eye, cold and cruel.\\nNow the One-eyed Giant turneth\\nIn despair and desperation\\nTo the left side of the image.\\nThere the eye was glad and smiling,\\nAnd the happy One-eyed Cyclops\\nThanked his stars that he had molded\\nThis strange God, with two eyes looking\\nOut upon this world of wonders\\nFor he saw, if he had copied\\nAfter all the Gods and people\\nHe had seen since first created,\\nThis Stone God he had been molding\\nMight have been a one-eyed monster.\\nNow the Dusky Giant gazeth\\nOn the left eye and is gladdened,\\nFor its smile is sweet and tranquil,\\nAnd the cheek which had been broken\\n388", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0396.jp2"}, "397": {"fulltext": "THE CYCLOPS.\\nSeemed to join the eye in smiling.\\nThus the U-ri-on-tah findeth\\nThis strange God a curious mixture\\nOf a kind yet cruel nature\\nOne side tells the Giant Cyclops\\nTo beware of what he doeth,\\nLest some evil may befall him,\\nWhile the other side is saying\\n1 U-ri-on-tah, take thy comfort,\\nDrive away the gloom which gathers\\nRound thy footsteps through the ages.\\nNow the Stone God, gazing steadfast\\nIn the eye of U-ri-on-tah,\\nSpeaks at last in tones of thunder\\nTo the wonder-stricken Cyclops.\\nThese the words the Stone God uttered\\ni O thou great and Mighty Cyclops,\\nStand thou still and heed my warning!\\nThou didst bring great care and trouble\\nOn thine head, when thou didst sever\\nMy left cheek, then took the fragments\\nAnd didst mold another image.\\nFor a spirit vile has wandered\\nUp and down for countless ages,\\nWaiting, watching for a Stone God\\nTo be molded by some creature\\nWho was careless as to detail,\\nAnd would make the molded figure\\nIn a way which left it easy\\nFor a spirit with no scruples\\n389", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0397.jp2"}, "398": {"fulltext": "THE SONG OF U-RI-ON-TAH.\\nTo make changes in the image,\\nWhich should better serve the purpose\\nOf an evil-minded spirit.\\nNow, behold thou art the creature\\nWho has furnished such a spirit\\nWith an image to his liking\\nTurn thine eye and thou wilt wonder\\nWhy thou ever wert created.\\nNow the Cyclops Giant, turning\\nHis great eye upon the object\\nAs directed by the Stone God,\\nStarted back with fright and horror\\nFor, behold the little image\\nHad grown tall and very handsome,\\nAnd his large, gray eye was shaded\\nWith long lashes black as midnight.\\nNow he danced along the river,\\nCalling loud upon the Cyclops\\nIn a voice both shrill and cutting,\\nMeantime skipping back, then forward,\\nNever standing still an instant,\\nAlways restless, always skipping,\\nLeaping, dancing, singing, whistling.\\nNow this imp of darkness shouteth\\nTo the speechless One-eyed Giant\\nHail thou great and lofty Cyclops\\nI could not refuse to greet thee,\\nFor I owe it to thy blunder,\\nThat I found a way to enter\\nThis bright world, to take my chances\\n390", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0398.jp2"}, "399": {"fulltext": "THE CYCLOPS.\\nOf success among its people.\\nMany ages have I wandered\\nThrough the realms of space, long searching\\nFor a chance to tread this planet.\\nNow, forsooth, thou shalt admire me,\\nFor the world must bow before me.\\nI will stir up strife and envy,\\nI will bring on wars and famine,\\nI will pinch the poor and needy,\\nI will make the rich grow restless\\nMake their hearts turn green with envy\\nWhen their neighbors shall outdo them;\\nI will make the whole world chase me-\\nI will break the hearts of women,\\nI will make men hate each other,\\nI will never tire or falter,\\nI will foster lies and slander,\\nI will own the whole creation\\nNow that I have gained my freedom,\\nI will raise the very devil.\\nAll the time the imp was speaking\\nHe was dancing round the Cyclops,\\nWho would turn and face the demon\\nAs it circled round and round him.\\nThen at length the Cyclops speaketh\\n1 Wilt thou tell me what dread monster\\nI am guilty of releasing\\nFrom the lowest depths of darkness\\nWhat great crime have I committed\\nThen the demon shrieked with laughter,\\n391", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0399.jp2"}, "400": {"fulltext": "THE SONG OF U-RI-ON-TAH.\\nAs he danced and capered sidewise\\nYet his eye was sharp and piercing,\\nAnd he closely watched each movement\\nOf the Cyclops, who was trying\\nHard to lay his hands upon him.\\nOnce again the imp is speaking:\\nI will tell thee what my name is,\\nTrusting thou wilt not forget it.\\nShouldst thou leave this race of Giants,\\nAnd through transmigration enter\\nOther tribes, there I must follow,\\nFor I could not live without thee.\\nWith this taunt the supple demon\\nChuckled, and, with keen sarcasm\\nOn his lips and in his manner,\\nDanced away and, then returning,\\nLaid his hand upon his bosom\\nAnd, with studied, mock politeness,\\nBowed his head and uttered sweetly\\nIn the world I left behind me\\nI was called the Prince of Devils.\\nNow, behold, I am the Bee-ess\\nOn the instant, when the demon\\nCeased to speak, he leaped and bounded\\nOn the sand beside the river,\\nLooking backward o er his shoulder,\\nDancing, prancing, whirling, laughing,\\nDown the river moving swiftly,\\nYet his eye was on the Cyclops,\\nTill at length the winding river\\n392", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0400.jp2"}, "401": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0401.jp2"}, "402": {"fulltext": "STANDING DUMB BESIDE THE RIVER.", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0402.jp2"}, "403": {"fulltext": "THE CYCLOPS.\\nSwept around a promontory\\nAnd the bold, exultant demon\\nMocked and laughed, still dancing lightly,\\nAs his lithe and supple figure\\nDisappeared and left the Cyclops\\nStanding dumb beside the river.\\nNow the greater God spake kindly,\\nAnd his tones were soft and gentle,\\nFor he saw and knew the trouble\\nWhich the Cyclops must encounter;\\nAnd his cruel side was softened,\\nFor he made a solemn promise\\nWhen he saw the depths of sorrow\\nWhich the hapless Giant suffered.\\nThese the words the Stone God uttered\\nO thou great and Mighty Cyclops\\nThou who first conceived the beauties\\nAnd advantage of the having\\nTwo eyes for the Gods to see with\\nNow, because I am the first God\\nEver known with more than one eye,\\nI will not forget my maker.\\nAnd although thou didst deprive me\\nOf a portion of my left cheek,\\nAnd didst mold from it a demon\\nWho already turns against thee,\\nI will cling the closer to thee.\\nWhere thou goest I will follow,\\nI will watch thy every footstep\\nTherefore listen to my teachings.\\n395", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0403.jp2"}, "404": {"fulltext": "THE SONG OF U-RI-ON-TAH.\\nWell thou knowest what the law is\\nWhen the people mold an image\\nAnd shall sever any portion,\\nThen the maker shall be holden\\nFor the mischief which resulteth.\\nAnd, when thou didst see the demon\\nDance away to stir up trouble,\\nWell I knew thy need of turning\\nUnto me in times of peril.\\nNot alone whilst thou art living\\nAs a Cyclops, but in ages\\nYet to come, thou wilt require me\\nIn thy efforts to recover\\nAnd return to me the portion\\nWhich was used to form the Bee-ess.\\nFor the law is thou canst never\\nRest content nor cease thy labors,\\nTill thou shalt retake it captive\\nAnd restore it to my image.\\nNow behold the demon whirling\\nDown the river where our people\\nHave grown rich, and fat, and lazy.\\nWhen the Bee-ess gets among them\\nHe will stir up strife and envy,\\nAnd will make the people eager\\nFor more riches, and will cause them\\nTo resort to crime and bloodshed\\nIn their haste to gain more riches.\\nThen, indeed, the On-que-bon-whe\\nAs a race shall cease to flourish\\n396", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0404.jp2"}, "405": {"fulltext": "THE CYCLOPS.\\nAnd decay will mark the passing\\nOf the people, slowly marching\\nDown to death and desolation.\\nThus, alas the Bee-ess conquers.\\nI have known the crafty demon\\nSince beginning of creation\\nDawned upon the empty spaces\\nWhere the sun and moon are shining.\\nOnce the pale moon you now worship\\nWas a part of your own planet\\nTwas a sweet and tender portion,\\nWhich the avaricious Bee-ess\\nTried to capture without wooing.\\nBut the portion we have mentioned\\nShrank away from his embraces,\\nTill at last twas forced to wander\\nIn the empty space around you.\\nEvery month she comes to see you,\\nBarely peeping o er the hill-tops\\nTo the westward where she hideth.\\nThen each night she groweth bolder,\\nTill at length her round face looketh\\nDown upon you, sweet and tender,\\nWith a look of anxious longing,\\nShe is looking, ever hoping\\nThat the Bee-ess may have vanished,\\nLeaving her to seek her mother.\\nBut alas she sees the demon\\nAlways watchful, always ready,\\nAnd with saddened heart she fadeth\\n397", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0405.jp2"}, "406": {"fulltext": "THE SONG OF U-RI-ON-TAH.\\nEvery night she groweth fainter\\nTill you see her face no longer:\\nThus, alas the Bee-ess conquers.\\nNow, look up, thou Mighty Cyclops,\\nWhile the sun is brightly shining\\nOn the face of him, who holdeth\\nAll the power and all the glory\\nOver all the Gods now living.\\nFor, behold, when thou didst fashion\\nTwo eyes for my use and comfort,\\nWhen all other Gods have one eye,\\nThen the greatest of all spirits,\\nCalled the Oom-paugh, took possession\\nOf my image and is happy.\\nMany aeons has he waited\\nFor a two-eyed God to offer\\nHim a home among the mortals\\nAnd the Oom-paugh to the Cyclops\\nIs most grateful and will ever\\nBless and comfort his creator.\\nNow, stand forth, my noble Cyclops!\\nTake thy war-club and go quickly\\nTo the rescue of the people\\nSpend thy life in constant struggle\\nTo o ercome the wicked Bee-ess.\\n398", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0406.jp2"}, "407": {"fulltext": "FAREWELL ADDRESS.\\nCHAPTER XV.\\nu-ri-on-tah s farewell address.\\nNeed the U-ri-on-tah tell you\\nHow the Cyclops fell and perished\\nIn a battle with the Bee-ess,\\nAnd his restless spirit wandered\\nThrough the ages till it entered\\nInto life, by she-wolf nursing,\\nIn the land of Ton-a-wan-dah\\nHow he met the Bee-ess demon\\nMany times in deadly combat\\nHow at last the Bee-ess conquered,\\nAnd the U-ri-on-tah, smarting\\nWith defeat, at last was buried\\nNear Quin-nip-i-ac the tranquil,\\nIn the wild Mo-he-gan country,\\nLying still between the mountain\\nAnd the sea, with Mon-to-we-se\\nLooking down, in silence waiting?\\nHow at last the sea and mountain\\nJoined together in the rearing\\nOf the child, the U-ri-on-tah\\nHow in time the Dusky Chieftain\\nFound the Princess Au-die-ne-ta,\\nAnd at last was made Immortal\\nIn the secret O. O. T. T.\\n399", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0407.jp2"}, "408": {"fulltext": "THE SONG OF U-RI-ON-TAH.\\nHow the Dusky U-ri-on-tah\\nPleaded with his mountain father\\nFor a task to be accomplished,\\nWhen the Chieftain had grown weary\\nOf inaction, not believing\\nThat his father knew the Bee-ess\\nHow the father then in sorrow\\nStripped the Chieftain of the powers\\nHe possessed as an Immortal,\\nAnd condemned him then to battle\\nWith the never-dying Bee-ess\\nHow the Chieftain had kept secret\\nFrom the trusting Au-die-ne-ta\\nAll his knowledge of the Bee-ess,\\nHoping thus from woe to shield her?\\nHow the Chieftain now adviseth\\nAll the Warriors, ere they marry,\\nFirst to tell the Squaws their secrets,\\nLest they find much trouble later?\\nAll the rest, my faithful Chieftains,\\nHas been told in song and story,\\nAnd it now remains to tell you\\nHow, when lying in my wigwam,\\nWhile the winter storms were raging\\nThrough the nights so long and dreary,\\nOn my couch in pain and anguish,\\nWaiting, longing for the morning,\\nI would listen to the howling\\nOf the wolves who wander hungry\\nThrough the forest, vainly searching\\n400", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0408.jp2"}, "409": {"fulltext": "FAREWELL ADDRESS.\\nFor the peace which never cometh\\nTill the day when all the living,\\nWhether man, or beast, or reptile,\\nBird, or tree, or rock, or flower,\\nEach and all are made Immortal.\\nAnd the Bee-ess, who is roaming\\nO er the earth in search of victims,\\nHe destroys more Squaws and Chieftains\\nThan all other Gods beside him.\\nI shall never seek my Ha-nih,\\nNever more behold my Noh-yeh,\\nNever more sit in my wigwam\\nIn the foot-hills with the Princess,\\nTill the Bee-ess is made captive.\\nRaise your eyes, my noble Chieftains.\\nSee the Oom-paugh now is smiling.\\nHe has heard my vow to conquer,\\nHe forgives the erring Warriors\\nWho were lax in their devotion,\\nAnd allowed the crafty Bee-ess\\nTo approach and seize the Oom-paugh.\\nSurely now the U-ri-on-tah\\nHas been punished by his father,\\nFor not warning all the Warriors\\nOf the coming of the Bee-ess\\nBy arriving here before him.\\nWill the Warriors heed the lessOn\\nAfter losing half their number\\nIn the foolish, wicked battle?\\nEvery mortal there was slaughtered,\\n401", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0409.jp2"}, "410": {"fulltext": "THE SONG OF U-RI-ON-TAH.\\nThose surviving were Immortals.\\nWill the 0. O. T. T. Chieftains\\nHear the voice of U-ri-on-tah,\\nWhile he pleads for greater knowledge\\nOn the part of every Warrior?\\nKnow, alas! it was the Bee-ess,\\nWorking in our hearts and nursing\\nOur unholy greed for wampum,\\nWhich he quickly turned to discord,\\nFollowed by the awful slaughter.\\nIs there one among your number,\\nCan look back to that dread battle,\\nAnd recall the reason for it\\nO the shame of such a conflict,\\nWhen the cause is once considered\\nCause so trifling that the Warriors\\nWho are sitting in this council\\nAre ashamed to have it mentioned\\nWhere in all the world of nature\\nCan be found such wicked folly?\\nShall we look for vice in virtue\\nShall we find it in the flowers\\nIn the rocks, and trees, and brooklets?\\nShall we find it in the forest,\\nWhere the wolf, and bear, and panther\\nRoam at will and live and flourish\\nWhere among all these, our kindred,\\nCan be found a vice or folly\\nWe must look for these, my Warriors,\\nIn the lower forms of nature\\n402", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0410.jp2"}, "411": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0411.jp2"}, "412": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0412.jp2"}, "413": {"fulltext": "FAREWELL ADDRESS.\\nLook within ourselves, my brethren,\\nYou will find there all the vices\\nKnown in all this land of beauty.\\nDo the forest trees or flowers,\\nOr the rocks, or birds, or brooklets\\nEver seek to gather wampum\\nKnow, alas that vice is only\\nFound among the Chiefs and Sachems\\nOnly these the Bee-ess tempteth.\\nKnow you not that greed for wampum\\nBrings disaster now and always\\nLet this thought be ever with us.\\nLet the Chieftains, then, remember\\nNever more to fight each other.\\nEvery Warrior slain among us\\nGoes to aid the hated pale-face,\\nWho is pressing on our borders.\\nLet us now draw nigh each other,\\nAnd with red blood from the Warriors\\nPaint the hatchet, and when buried\\nLet no Chieftain dare disturb it.\\nLet the young men take a pine-tree\\nTo the mountain-top, and plant it\\nAs a sign of peace forever.\\nNow draw nigh, thou Bold Pal-met-tah\\nAlso thou, the Mighty Tam-a-rack,\\nAnd the Fiery Car-ne-yah-quah,\\nWith the Great Lock-ar-da-no-mah.\\nCloser draw around the Chieftain,\\nLet him feel your loving presence,\\n405", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0413.jp2"}, "414": {"fulltext": "THE SONG OF U-RI-ON-TAH.\\nWhile he speaks these words of parting.\\nWhen the great and wondrous future\\nShall unroll before your vision,\\nAnd, behold, your feet have wandered\\nFar away, with no returning,\\nAnd you sit in quiet twilight\\nWith new friends around your wigwam,\\nSmoking pipes of sweet tobacco,\\nThen the time will come, my Chieftains,\\nWhen the memories of this council,\\nLike a dream of by-gone ages,\\nWill come back refined and softened.\\nShould you then, for one brief moment,\\nThink of Dusky U-ri-on-tah,\\nAnd have wishes for his welfare,\\nLet the Chieftains give attention.\\nShould a new God come among you,\\nBorne aloft on belts of wampum,\\nBelts, of wampum for his altar,\\nAnd, behold, the Mighty Chieftains\\nOf the land are bowing meekly\\nTo this God and paying homage,\\nWhile their eyes, with eager hunger,\\nWatch the ponderous belts of wampum\\nWhich on every hand surround him,\\nYou will know, without mistaking,\\nThat the Dusky U-ri-on-tah\\nHas o ercome the Bee-ess demon,\\nAnd a God among Immortals\\nHas become, as had been promised\\n406", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0414.jp2"}, "415": {"fulltext": "FAREWELL ADDRESS.\\nBy his loving mountain father.\\nYet should you, in future ages,\\nMeet no God of this description,\\nYou will know, without inquiry,\\nThat the Dusky U-ri-on-tah\\nSomewhere on the earth is battling\\nWith the never-dying Bee-ess.\\nNow let each and every Warrior\\nCast the sign and give the signal,\\nEach one rising at the moment,\\nWhile their hands are joined above them\\nIn the air one single instant\\nEach one on his left foot poising,\\nHe salutes the wondrous Oom-paugh.\\nIt is done! May peace be with you\\nAnd the De-a-non-da-a-yoh\\nHail Farewell beloved Chieftains.\\nNow the silent Warriors, rising\\nSlowly from the Ho-de-os-seh,\\nOne by one glide out unnoticed\\nFrom the wigwam to the forest,\\nAnd, behold, the U-ri-on-tah\\nSits alone, awhile the south-wind\\nFans his cheek, and thus he resteth.\\n407", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0415.jp2"}, "416": {"fulltext": "THE SONG OF U-RI-ON-TAH.\\nCHAPTER XVI.\\nSONG OF AU-DIE-NE-TA.\\nNow is seen the Au-die-ne-ta\\nJust emerging from the forest.\\nIn her hands she brings sweet blossoms,\\nViolets deck her hair and bosom,\\nAnd she sings a low, sweet carol,\\nAs she answers back the wild-birds\\nThat are singing in the branches\\nOf the trees along her pathway.\\nSoon she comes upon the wigwam,\\nAnd she finds the U-ri-on-tah\\nIn the doorway, soundly sleeping.\\nDrawing nigh, she weaves a blossom\\nIn his hair, then forms a necklace,\\nWhich around his neck she places,\\nHangs it down upon his bosom.\\nThen she glides within and wakens\\nU-ri-on-tah from his slumbers.\\nWhen the Chieftain sees the necklace\\nv And the Princess standing smiling,\\nHe recalls the Indian custom\\nAnd he draws the Princess closer,\\nAsking, What shall be the favor\\nI shall grant on this occasion?\\nThen the Princess answers softly:", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0416.jp2"}, "417": {"fulltext": "PRINCESS AU-DIE-NE-TA.", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0417.jp2"}, "418": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0418.jp2"}, "419": {"fulltext": "AU-D1E-NE-TA.\\nGo, I pray, before the Oom-paugh\\nAnd beseech him for a favor.\\nKnowest thou the Mes-ses-sa-gen\\nLies in chains beneath the dungeon\\nOf the frightful At-a-ho-can?\\nSurely thou canst not forget him,\\nHow he helped us when in trouble.\\nThou didst promise to remember\\nHis hard lot, and ask the Oom-paugh\\nTo release him from his bondage.\\nNow the U-ri-on-tah, rising\\nOn his crutches, seeks the Oom-paugh\\nOn his mystic shrine now ruling\\nAnd he sees the Dusky Chieftain\\nDrawing nigh, so lame and halting.\\nWell he knows the Chieftain s errand\\nAnd, before it can be spoken,\\nLo the Oom-paugh greets him smiling,\\nAnd he tells the U-ri-on-tah\\nThat his prayer is freely granted\\nThat he overheard the Chieftain\\nWhen he spake before the Warriors,\\nAnd the speech had pleased the Oom-paugh\\nWho resolved to grant the favor\\nAnd the gentle Mes-ses-sa-gen\\nHad already joined his people\\nRound the Hon-e-oye, the golden,\\nAnd his people are rejoicing,\\nAnd the happy Mes-ses-sa-gen\\nSends a long and loving message\\n411", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0419.jp2"}, "420": {"fulltext": "THE SONG OF U-RI-ON-TAH.\\nTo the Chieftain and the Princess.\\nNow the U-ri-on-tah asketh\\nWill the Great and Mighty Oom-paugh\\nGrant the Chief another favor?\\nHe would ask the restoration\\nOf the band of brave Mo-he-gans,\\nWho are held in vile subjection\\nBy the monster At-a-ho-can.\\nNow the Oom-paugh s brow is clouded\\nAnd he frowns upon the Chieftain,\\nYet his speech is soft and gentle\\nWhen the Dusky U-ri-on-tah\\nComes to me from out the westland,\\nBearing in his belt a trophy,\\nWhich shall be the scalp of Bee-ess,\\nThen, indeed, the Dusky Chieftain\\nShall have every favor granted.\\nNow the Chieftain and the Princess\\nSit alone beside the wigwam,\\nAnd the day is slowly fading\\nInto night in solemn quiet.\\nLong they sit beside each other,\\nTill at length the Au-die-ne-ta\\nSpeaketh sweet, and low, and gently\\nIn the twilight to the Chieftain.\\nThus the Au-die-ne-ta speaketh\\nLift thine eyes, my Dusky Chieftain.\\nDost thou see the black crows flying\\nOverhead, and harshly calling\\nTo their mates who, flying slowly,\\n412", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0420.jp2"}, "421": {"fulltext": "AU-DIE-NE-TA.\\nLinger on their homeward journey?\\nDost thou see that every evening\\nAll the crows are flying eastward,\\nAnd when comes the early morning\\nThey are flying to the westward,\\nAlways joyous, always happy\\nEach day brings its own enjoyment,\\nNever care they for the morrow.\\nWill the Dusky Chieftain listen\\nTo his Princess while she pleadeth\\nWill the U-ri-on-tah tell me\\nWhy it is the crows are happy,\\nWhile our lives are filled with sorrow\\nAre the crows more wise than we are?\\nAre we doomed to wander always,\\nWhile the pains and aches beset us\\nAnd the cares of life annoy us?\\nWhy should we think of the morrow\\nLet the crows teach us a lesson,\\nWill the Dusky Chieftain listen\\nTo his tired and care-worn Princess\\nWhy cannot the U-ri-on-tah\\nChange his mind about the Bee-ess,\\nAnd abandon further effort\\nToward the capture of the demon?\\nLet us go before our father\\nAnd implore him to forgive us,\\nAnd restore to us our powers\\nWhich he took from us in sorrow.\\nOnce again, my U-ri-on-tah,\\n413", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0421.jp2"}, "422": {"fulltext": "THE SONG OF U-RI-ON-TAH.\\nLet us dwell within our wigwam\\nIn the foot-hills and be happy.\\nThere forget the dreadful Bee-ess\\nAnd become once more Immortals,\\nNever caring for the morrow.\\nWe will sing beside the brooklet,\\nWe will wander on the sea-shore,\\nAll the livelong day and always.\\nFree from pain, and care, and trouble,\\nWe will live the days so blissful,\\nHappy from the dawn till even.\\nThen again, my Dusky Chieftain,\\nYour poor Princess will be happy\\nIn the life she fondly hoped for\\nWhen she wed the U-ri-on-tah.\\nNow the voice of Au-die-ne-ta\\nDies away, until a murmur\\nScarce is heard above a whisper.\\nThen again she gently speaketh,\\nBut a shade of sadness enters,\\nAnd her voice is faintly trembling,\\nFor she feels her words are falling\\nOn cold ears while she is pleading\\nDoes the Chieftain not remember,\\nHow the very joy of living\\nFilled our hearts with love and gladness?\\nDoes the Chieftain now consider\\nHow the time has flown since starting\\nOn this feverish, footless errand,\\nWith the Bee-ess still unconquered,\\n414", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0422.jp2"}, "423": {"fulltext": "AU-DIE-NE-TA.\\nWhile our lives are being wasted\\nWhat can pay us for the anguish\\nAnd the pains we suffer daily?\\nO my Chief, my U-ri-on-tah,\\nDost thou know how sad my life is?\\nHow my heart is rent with anguish,\\nAnd my nights are passed in weeping\\nFor the days now gone forever?\\nMust we always be unhappy?\\nHas the Bee-ess then destroyed us\\nWhat would be our lives, my Chieftain,\\nShouldst thou take the Bee-ess captive\\nHow can wampum make us happy\\nEven though it brought us comforts,\\nIt could never cure our heartaches,\\nNever heal the painful memories\\nOf the past, nor even give us\\nBack our years now spent in sorrow.\\nNeither would my U-ri-on-tah\\nBe the same as when we wandered\\nIn the forest and the foot-hills\\nRound our own dear We-kou-om-ut.\\nFor I see his heart is changing;\\nDay by day it groweth harder,\\nAnd his face, which once was comely,\\nNow is seared with many furrows.\\nLet the Chieftain seek the brooklet,\\nAnd behold himself reflected\\nIn the waters, he will scarcely\\nKnow himself with cheeks so hollow.\\n415", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0423.jp2"}, "424": {"fulltext": "THE SONG OF U-RI-ON-TAH.\\nIn the days before this horror\\nCame upon us we were happy.\\nWhen the sun shone on our wigwam\\nIn the morning, then the Chieftain\\nSang and shouted, and with laughter\\nFilled the forest with rejoicing.\\nWhen the night came and the pale moon\\nUp from out the sea was climbing,\\nThen the Chieftain and the Princess\\nSang their love-songs to each other\\nAll was joy and sweet contentment.\\nNow, alas! the Chief is silent,\\nAnd his eyes are cold and stony,\\nAnd the heart of Au-die-ne-ta\\nIs fast breaking, breaking, breaking.\\nCeaseth now the weeping Princess,\\nLying there before the Chieftain\\nOn the ground, while stifled sobbings\\nBreak upon the silent evening.\\nNow a night-hawk sweeps above them,\\nWhirls and turns and, swiftly diving,\\nPasses close where U-ri-on-tah\\nSits in silence, never moving.\\nYet his eyes are on the Princess,\\nWho lies moaning there before him.\\nThough his heart is torn and bleeding,\\nYet his face is cold as marble.\\nHad he worlds of wealth and wampum,\\nHe would give them all and freely,\\nCould he make the Princess happy.\\n416", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0424.jp2"}, "425": {"fulltext": "AU-DIE-NE-TA.\\nBut, alas he was infected\\nWith a cold, relentless passion\\nTo achieve an undertaking.\\nHe had set his heart upon it\\nIt would bring him wealth and power,\\nHe would make the world applaud him.\\nGlory, honor, all would follow,\\nAnd a God among Immortals\\nHe would be, could he but conquer.\\nAll these thoughts rushed in upon him,\\nAnd his resolution strengthened.\\nHe must conquer or be conquered\\nHe had sworn it, and he never\\nWould retreat while life was spared him.\\nThen his thoughts dwelt on the Princess,\\nAnd he thought how long and fruitless\\nWere his efforts, while the Bee-ess\\nWas now further off than ever,\\nAnd was fresh and growing younger,\\nAnd, alas his own health failing\\nYet he swore he would not weaken,\\nThough the battle lasted always.\\nThen his head fell on his bosom,\\nHe was weak, and worn, and weary.\\nNow the Au-die-ne-ta, rising,\\nSits beside her Dusky Chieftain,\\nAnd she draws his arms about her;\\nNow the moonbeams fall upon her,\\nFull upon her upturned features.\\nTears were trembling on her eyelids,\\n417", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0425.jp2"}, "426": {"fulltext": "THE SONG OF U-RI-ON-TAH.\\nYet a smile was faintly gleaming,\\nAnd her head is resting lightly\\nOn the shoulder of the Chieftain,\\nWhile the soft wind from the southwest\\nGently swayed the slender branches\\nOf the birch-trees standing near them.\\nNature, always sweet and charming,\\nHere was at her best and perfect,\\nYet the heart of U-ri-on-tah\\nWas distraught with wretched torment.\\nConflict dire and unrelenting\\nWas now raging in his bosom,\\nAnd his face was drawn and wrinkled\\nBy the agony of knowing\\nThat the Princess was unhappy.\\nNow he rose, with voice unsteady,\\nWhispered hoarsely to the Princess\\nOf his love and true devotion,\\nYet no word of his intention\\nAnd they walked around the wigwam,\\nAt its entrance hesitated,\\nAs an owl was softly calling,\\nWith a low and mournful whistle,\\nTo its mate, who sweetly answered\\nAt the borders of the forest.\\nOne last look upon the verdure\\nGlistening in the radiant moonlight,\\nOne fond look upon the Princess,\\nIn whose eyes strange shadows flitted,\\nThen they passed within the wigwam.\\n418", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0426.jp2"}, "427": {"fulltext": "APPENDIX\\nThe figures in parentheses refer to pages in the text.\\nMo-he-gan. The Mohegans were a branch of the Al-\\ngonkian race. They lived on both sides of the Hudson River\\nfor seventy-five miles above and below Albany.\\nIn 1628 the Mohawks drove the Mohegans to the Con-\\nnecticut River. Some years before, a part had gone east to\\nthe Thames River, and there they called themselves Pequots.\\nMohegan means Wolf. Uncas was a Mohegan.\\nIt is probable that Mohican is the more correct pro-\\nnunciation, but, inasmuch as it is among the earliest recol-\\nlections of the Dusky Chieftain to be called a Mohegan,\\nhe prefers the latter vernacular, and, in honor to his parents\\nand tribe, will adhere to it. (15;\\nCo-i-o. Seneca. Beautiful falls. (18)\\nHa-wea-ne-o. Seneca. God, the Great Spirit. The\\nCreator and Ruler over all. (19)\\nTum-na-he-gan. Mohegan. Tomahawk. (21)\\nNda-ho-at-ell. Mohegan. I love thee. (41)\\nKda-ho-al-i. Mohegan. Thou lovest me. (41)\\nKi-sa-kih. Algonquin. Thou lovest me. (41)\\nKi-sa-kih-in. Algonquin. I love thee. (41)\\nTe-ti-a-ta-te-non-wes. Iroquois. We love one an-\\nother. (41)\\nKing Wi-daagh, otherwise known as Great O-ret-ty-\\nagh. A great Chief of the An-das-tes a powerful tribe\\nknown subsequently as the Sus-queh-an-nocks. They were\\nof Algonkian stock.\\nWi-daagh. the King, owned the land on both sides of the\\nSusquehanna River, west of Williamsport, Penn. He loved\\nto stand on King s Rock. It was one of his favorite haunts,\\nas from this rock he commanded a most magnificent view up\\nand down this grandly beautiful valley.\\n419", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0427.jp2"}, "428": {"fulltext": "APPENDIX.\\nIt was here that the Great King would come day by day,\\nonly to return at night to his wigwam beside the Enchanted\\nSpring in the forest of Lochabar, where he was born, where\\nhe died, and where he was buried, and where a stately stone\\nmonument was erected to his memory by the Great Chief\\nTam-a-rack. (43)\\nOt-zin-ach-son. The ancient Indian name for the river\\nnow known as the West Branch of the Susquehanna. (64)\\nCal-u-met. Algonkian Chal-u-mea-u. The word was\\ncorrupted by the French Canadians to Cal-u-met, which was\\nfinally and universally adopted among the Indians as the word\\nto designate the National Pipe. The Sioux call it the Cal-\\nu-met E-yan-sha. It is a tobacco-pipe with a stone bowl and\\nlong reed stem, ornamented with eagles feathers. It is used\\nby the Indians, at conferences, usually as a symbol of war or\\npeace. The stem is made from certain reedy plants, and\\nsometimes from the quill of an eagle.\\nAs the smoke from the Calumet moves westward, I\\nbehold in it nations of red-men moving toward the caverns of\\nthe sun. (68)\\nHo-yar-na-go-war. Seneca. A Sachem, or Councilor of\\nthe people. A Sachem is a chief whdse duties relate to the\\naffairs of peace, and the office is hereditary. A Great Chief\\nor Chieftain is a fighter. The title is bestowed as a reward of\\nmerit and it dies with the owner. (79)\\nO. O. T. T. A secret order. The initiation ceremonies\\nof this order are conducted only in the forest of Lochabar.\\nThere is no other known forest which contains naturally all\\nthe requisite paraphernalia for this most unique ceremony.\\nWhen it is known that the chief purpose of this order is to\\ncreate Immortals, it will be readily understood that the condi-\\ntions must be perfect, and in no other forest on the globe can\\nthese conditions be found. Therefore the forest of Lochabar\\nstands out unique and alone. Where else can be found wolf-\\ndens forty feet in diameter and eighty feet deep, with perpen-\\ndicular walls, with subterranean streams, and caverns leading\\nfrom one wolf-den to another Where else can be found a\\n420", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0428.jp2"}, "429": {"fulltext": "APPENDIX.\\nveritable sheol, with its sulphurous fumes, rising night and\\nday forever Where else can be found a Giant s pool, with\\nperpendicular walls of limestone and a known depth of three\\nhundred feet, over which one may leap at a single bound\\nWhere can be found another that can compare with that great\\nmystery, the Enchanted Spring, in the forest of Lochabar?\\nWhere else can be found all the requisites for the proper\\nworkings of the sublime degrees of O. O. T. T.? (81)\\nOn-qui-aah-ra. Seneca. Niagara River. (98)\\nOn-ta-ro-ga. Seneca. Place of hills and rocks. Two\\nwigwams stand on the brink of the hill, where is obtained an\\nunobstructed view of many miles up and down the ancient\\nvalley of the Ton-a-wan-dah. In the northwest the mists of\\nNiagara Falls may be seen rising above the horizon, and the\\nblue haze overhanging Lake Ontario is distinctly visible in\\nthe north, while eighty miles away, when the air is clear, the\\nhighest peaks of the Alleghenies, in Pennsylvania, are dis-\\ntinctly outlined against the southern sky.\\nFor more than a mile the famous Red Jacket trail winds\\nits tortuous way across the hunting-grounds of On-ta-ro-ga.\\nFrom the valley below it trends up through the Stone God\\ncanon and on to the west, passing close by the wigwams of\\nthe Great Chiefs. An hour on the trail brings one to the\\nlands of the Tonawanda tribe of Senecas, where, as youths, the\\nUusky U-ri-on-tah and Bold Pal-met-tah whiled the time away.\\nOn-ta-ro-ga, the home of the Great Stone God, the Oom-\\npaugh Who can tell whence he came or whither he goeth\\nWe can tell only that of which we have actual knowledge.\\nWe know that a spirit entered in and took possession of the\\ngreat stone image, as has been truthfully related in Chapter\\nXIV. But, unlike the Bee-ess, he has never imparted any\\nknowledge as to his previous existence, and it is not unlikely\\nthat this portion of his history will forever remain a mystery.\\nIt is quite clear, however, that the spot where he stood when\\nhe took possession of the image, was in almost the identical\\nplace where he now dwells among the rocks and hills of\\nOn-ta-ro-ga.\\n421", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0429.jp2"}, "430": {"fulltext": "APPENDIX.\\nThere upon a great stone altar, with a benign smile of\\npeace and contentment upon his altogether grand and hand-\\nsome face, he dwells and rules. In all the years of his exist-\\nence he was never known to have committed an error. He\\nhas never been heard to express a regret at the result of his\\nown doing, and in this respect he stands alone, unique among\\nall the known Gods. The last that was seen of him during\\nthe Cyclopean period, he was left standing alone on the banks\\nof the river where he had entered and taken possession of the\\nstone image. It was here the Cyclops left him and went down\\nthe river in search of the Bee-ess.\\nEarly in the present epoch of time he was discovered sit-\\nting upright in the Stone God canon, smiling at the sun. It\\nis quite conclusive, then, that the river-side where he entered\\nthe stone image was the left bank of the ancient Ton-a-wan-\\ndah, which is now called On-ta-ro-ga, the home of the Oom-\\npaugh. Whether he will remain on his present altar forever,\\nwho can tell Since time began gods and idols have been\\noverthrown and shattered. But it is enough to know that\\nwhere the Oom-paugh is there is heaven. While the day lasts\\nhe is silent and immovable, but with the setting sun he becomes\\nanimated, and as the midnight hour approaches he is stirred to\\nhis very depths. His wise sayings and proverbs are reverently\\nrecorded as fast as they fall from his lips, and in due time will\\nbe published for the uplifting of all true believers.\\nAt last the midnight bell is tolling, and the Dusky U-ri-on-\\ntah and the Bold Pal-met-tah are seen to rise from their\\nrecumbent postures at the feet of the Great Oom-paugh, and\\nthey silently glide from the wigwam and away into the dense\\nforest. When they come upon the Red Jacket trail, at the\\nhaunted cross-roads, they move rapidly along toward the west\\nuntil they approach the Great South Gate. Here they cast\\nthe sign and give the signal, and the venerable keeper, with\\nhis mighty tomahawk, smites the western tower three sharp\\nraps, three times repeated. A silent moment passes, and then\\na portion of the massive wall of the tower is seen to slowly\\nopen, and spirit hands and arms are extended bearing the\\n422", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0430.jp2"}, "431": {"fulltext": "APPENDIX.\\nlife-giving Aqua-ignis. Without the slightest hesitation the\\nGreat Chieftains accept the proffered nectar, and, holding it\\naloft for one brief instant, they ejaculate Yo-hah! then for\\na few blissful moments there is nothing to break the stillness\\nof the night air save a half -inaudible, purling, gurgling sound,\\nas of a small rivulet, struggling to find its winding way down,\\nthrough and among the rounded pebbles that obstruct its\\npeaceful flowing.\\nIn the meantime the Ancient and Illustrious Keeper of the\\nSouth Gate, standing still within the darkly-shadowed niche\\nof the lofty tower, the bright moonlight beaming full upon his\\nupturned features, his long, black, luxuriant hair falling upon\\nhis ample shoulders, his pigment-reddened cheeks contrasting\\nstrangely with his dark and tawny skin, with snow-white\\nplumes waving gracefully around his classic head, and the\\nbeads and spangles upon his breast glistening in the silvery\\nmoonlight, gazes serenely down upon the brave Warriors and\\nin a low, deep, sonorous voice exclaims\\nAh, ye Great Chieftains, drain the cup that clears\\nThe night of vain regrets and ghostly fears\\nO quaff the nectar sweet, the wine that cheers,\\nAnd thus your hearts keep young for future years\\nOnce again these brave Warriors glide into the dark forest\\nand, taking the trail which leads them across the wild On-ta-\\nro-ga toward the north, they at last behold the massive towers\\nof the Western Gate looming darkly against the northern sky.\\nHere they salute the Great Do-ne-sho-ga-wa, the Keeper of\\nthe Western Gate, who, from his time-honored place in the\\ndark recesses of the wall, turns his melancholy gaze upon the\\nWarriors as they move silently on. Now the trail leads along\\nthe high cliffs and the Warriors steal noiselessly away toward\\nthe Eastern Gate, which is reached just as the wild-birds with\\na burst of song welcome the coming morn.\\nThere, with the triangle formed by the Great Chiefs and the\\nOom-paugh, they silently await the sunrise. On the instant\\nwhen the disk is half above the distant horizon, they utter the\\nmystic word, Yo-hah, and simultaneously vanish.\\n423", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0431.jp2"}, "432": {"fulltext": "APPENDIX.\\nAnd such is On-ta-ro-ga, the place of hills and rocks,\\nnine hundred feet above the sea where two wigwams nestle\\nat the edge of the forest where at night 4 the owl whistles\\nlow to his mate. On-ta-ro-ga, the home on the hill,\\nwhere is rest and peace forever. Blessed On-ta-ro-ga (98)\\nGo-no-sa-aw-wa. Seneca. Wigwam. (101)\\nNoh-yeh. Seneca. Mother. Daughter is Go-ah-wuk.\\n(101)\\nGo-ne-ga-da. Seneca. Mortar and pestle. It is also\\nused for pestle alone. (101)\\nHa-nih. Seneca. Father. Son is Ho-ah-wuk. (102)\\nDa-ya-gwa-dan-no-da. Seneca. Brother or a sister.\\n(102)\\nSo-non-ton-he-ron-ons. Seneca. The Seneca Nation.\\nThe Senecas also called themselves Tson-nun-da-wa-o-no.\\n(102)\\nTe-o-sah-wa. Seneca. This is the Seneca Indian name\\nfor the place at the foot of Lake Erie, where now stands the\\ncity of Buffalo, N. Y.\\nLake Erie derived its name from the Erigh or Cat Nation\\nof Indians, who dwelt on the south shore of the lake, and who,\\nafter a fierce struggle, were destroyed by the Iroquois. (103)\\nCa-ho-ha-ta-te-a. Mohegan. The Hudson River. The\\nMohegans also called this river Sha-tem-uc. (112)\\nTa-wa-e-gun. Iroquois. The drum and rattle used by\\nAmerican Indians in making music for dancing, usually\\naccompanied by chanting or singing. The word tom-tom,\\nso frequently used to designate this musical instrument, is not\\nof American Indian origin, and was never used by these peo-\\nple for such a purpose. Tom-tom is a native drum used in\\nIndia and other oriental countries. The pale-face, instead of\\nadhering to the word Ta-wa-e-gun, persisted in calling the\\ndrum tom-tom, and it soon came into general use. (115)\\nSnig-e-i. Seneca. The meaning of this word is elo-\\nquently described by the late Robt. G. Ingersoll, who thus\\nspeaks of it in a letter to a friend whom he presented with a\\nbarrel full of very fine quality. The letter reads as follows\\n.424", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0432.jp2"}, "433": {"fulltext": "APPENDIX.\\nDear I send you some of the most wonderful\\nwhisky that ever drove the skeleton from a feast, or painted\\nlandscapes in the brain of man. It is the mingled souls of\\nwheat and corn in it you will find the sunshine and the\\nshadow that chased each other over the billowy fields, the\\nbreath of June, the carol of the lark, the dews of night, the\\nwealth of Summer and Autumn, rich content, all golden\\nand imprisoned light. Drink it, and you will hear the voices\\nof men and maidens singing Harvest Home, mingled with\\nthe laughter of children. Drink it, and you will feel within\\nyour blood the star-led dawns, the dreamy, tawny dusks of\\nmany perfect days. For forty years this liquid joy has been\\nwithin the happy staves of oak, longing to kiss the lips of\\nman.\\nThis beautiful interpretation of the word Snig-e-i will\\nappeal to the poetic nature of the Chieftains, but, in closing\\nthe subject, it may be well to add that whenever they may\\nhappen to mingle with the pale-face people, the Chieftains\\nhave but to use the expression, The same, and they will\\nreadily be understood.\\nThe first American Indian who tasted the Aqua-ignis,\\nand was wafted to the Elysian fields on the wings of Co-\\nmus, where he beheld the rosy-fingered, rainbow-dyed Aurora\\nin the land where all the rainbows that have ever been or are\\nyet to be, forever drift to and fro, evanishing and reappearing\\nlike immortal flowers of vapor, was a Mohawk War Chief,\\nat the place where Albany now stands, who in October, 1609,\\nwas invited to partake of the Elixir-vitse, or, in pale-face lan-\\nguage, The same, by Captain Henry Hudson, who had\\ninduced the worthy Chieftain to come aboard his vessel,\\nwhich was lying in that great arm of the sea now bearing his\\nname. (116)\\nNip-pen-ose. A famous War Chief of the ancient tribe\\nof An-das-tes, which afterwards became known as the Sus-\\nqueh-an-nocks. They were a branch of the Algonkians.\\nNip-pen-ose was a great Warrior who lived and died in what\\nis now known as the Vale of Lochabar, which is located in\\nthe most charming portion of that grandly beautiful valley\\nbearing the illustrious name of the Great Chieftain Nip-\\npen-ose. (117)\\n425", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0433.jp2"}, "434": {"fulltext": "APPENDIX.\\nWos-gwah. Seneca. Bridge. Wos-goauh in Seneca\\nmeans a bridge across the creek. (127)\\nLochabar is the name of the fair hunting-grounds of the\\nGreat Chief Tam-a-rack. It comprises about 1,000 acres,\\nand it is within its borders that the most famous trout stream\\nin the entire country takes its rise. Its forests and streams\\nare most enchanting; and its mountain scenery, its canons and\\nrock-cliffs, are unsurpassed in beauty and attractiveness.\\nThe Enchanted Spring, which is located in the forest of\\nLochabar, has a mean diameter of over sixty feet, and its\\ndepth is unknown. Its surroundings are weird and beautiful.\\nIts steep, rocky banks, surrounded by stately pines and hem-\\nlocks, lend an air of mystery to this strangely fascinating\\nspring. There is a charm about it that is indescribable, and\\nno one can visit it without falling under its influence. It was\\nhere that the Great King Wi-daagh sat beside his wigwam\\nand meditated until long after the sun had gone down behind\\nthe Bald Eagle Mountains. Grief filled his sorrow-stricken\\nheart, as he pondered on the foolish disposal of his lands to\\nWilliam Penn in exchange for a parcel of English goods,\\nand, with head bent on his bosom, and his eyes fixed stead-\\nfastly on the strangely moving waters of the Enchanted\\nSpring, he repeated the lines\\n1 For who but learns in riper years\\nThat man, when smoothest he appears,\\nIs most to be suspected\\nand the pine-trees above him murmured a sad response, while\\nthe head of the King sank still lower on his bosom.\\nThe hunting-grounds of the Mighty Tam-a-rack are reached\\nby passing up through a deep and narrow passage known as\\nthe Mystic Canon, which is cut through the Bald Eagle range\\nof the Allegheny Mountains. In many places this canon is\\nonly wide enough for a trail and the swift-running stream\\nwhich flows from the Enchanted Spring, while on each side\\nthe mountains rise abruptly, and in the sudden turns or bends\\nof the canon they seem to block further progress until a\\nnearer approach dissipates the illusion.\\n426", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0434.jp2"}, "435": {"fulltext": "APPENDIX.\\nOn the right of the Mystic Cafion as we ascend, Mount Cov-\\nenhoven, by a sudden bend of the passage, comes into plain\\nview. It rises abruptly beside the cafion, until it lifts its head\\n1,950 feet above the sea level. As we approach the head of\\nthe Mystic Cafion, Leadpoint Mountain, 1,560 feet high,\\nlooks calmly down upon us from the right, while on our left\\nrises Mount MacClintoch, 1,875 feet high. The three moun-\\ntains named stand within the hunting-grounds of the Great\\nChief. In the Autumn the sides of these mountains, which\\nare covered with a dense growth of forest trees, assume hues\\nof color that are surpassingly beautiful.\\nEmerging from the head of the Mystic Canon, the Vale of\\nLochabar suddenly bursts upon the vision. Here the mystic\\nstream comes noisily down over its rocky bed and dashes\\nagainst the base of Mount MacClintoch, which rises sheer\\nfrom the bed of the stream. Yonder, nestling in the foot-\\nhills, gleaming white against the dark-green background, rests\\nthe wigwam of the Mighty Tam-a-rack.\\nThere is an air of mystery surrounding this home of the\\nTam-a-rack that is difficult to describe, and it is with extreme\\ndiffidence that the Dusky Chieftain approaches the subject.\\nMany a time has he tried to sleep within the walls of this\\npicturesque old place, and he has been unwillingly brought to\\nthe conclusion that the house is haunted. After a night of\\nstartling surprises he extracted from the reluctant Tam-a-rack\\nthe following extraordinary confession\\nAs certainly as there is a God in Israel the headless\\nhorseman gallops into the wigwam, the door opens, there is a\\ndraft of air, and the measured strides of the rider pass on to\\nthe chamber. And so also does the 4 Sentinel come and go\\nwith silent tread, doing the duty assigned him. As for the\\nfamily they are used to the ghosts and like them, just so long\\nas Tam-a-rack is within calling distance. In recent years\\nthere was discovered in the northeast corner of the wigwam\\na secret chamber, enclosed by thick stone walls. An opening\\nforced into it disclosed evidences of a tragic human ending.\\nThe manifold legends and mysticisms which are centered\\n427", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0435.jp2"}, "436": {"fulltext": "APPENDIX.\\naround the wigwam, are difficult to reconcile with modern\\nintelligence nevertheless exhaustive investigation has failed\\nto disclose the phenomenon which exists here. The gal-\\nloping horseman and the specter sentinel, as in the past,\\ncontinue to come and go.\\nThe theory cannot be denied, and, as it is not an uncom-\\nforting one, it may reasonably be accepted that the spirits of\\nthe departed do not go far away from their former earthly\\nabode. The living cannot see the inhabitants of the spiritual\\nworld, but they may love to think that their friends who have\\ngone before are always near and cognizant of their being.\\nThis frank avowal on the part of the Mighty Tam-a-rack\\nmust be accepted as conclusive that the house is haunted.\\nThe story told on page 167, where the Chieftains stood\\nover the waters of the Ap-pe-u-ne and saw the spirit form of\\nSaint Nip-pen-ose rise slowly from beneath the water, is lit-\\nerally true. The Dusky Chieftain once saw the same phe-\\nnomenon when sitting alone at midnight beside the Enchanted\\nSpring, while the gentle south winds were making mournful\\nmusic among the overhanging pines and hemlocks.\\nThe haunted wigwam of the Mighty Tam-a-rack stands\\nalone among the mountains. The air pervading this dim,\\nmysterious dwelling is of such a ghostly nature as to readily\\nrecall the following lines\\nSome dreams we have are nothing else but dreams,\\nUnnatural and full of contradictions\\nYet others of our most romantic schemes\\nAre something more than fictions.\\nIt might be only on enchanted ground,\\nIt might be merely by a thought s expansion,\\nBut in the spirit of the flesh I found\\nAn old, deserted mansion.\\nNo human figure stirred to go or come,\\nNo face looked forth from shut or open casement,\\nNo chimney smoked there was no sign of home\\nFrom parapet to basement.\\n428", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0436.jp2"}, "437": {"fulltext": "APPENDIX.\\nO er all there hung a shadow and a fear\\nA sense of mystery the spirit daunted,\\nAnd said as plain as whisper in the ear\\nThe place is haunted\\nHowbeit, the door I pushed or so I dreamed,\\nWhich slowly, slowly gaped, the hinges creaking\\nWith such a rusty eloquence, it seemed\\nThat Time himself was speaking.\\nThe startled bats flew out, bird after bird,\\nThe screech-owl overhead began to flutter,\\nAnd seemed to mock the cry that she had heard\\nSome dying victim utter.\\nThe subtle spider, that from overhead\\nHung like a spy on human guilt and error,\\nSuddenly turned, and up its slender thread\\nRan with a nimble terror.\\nSuch omens in the place there seemed to be,\\nAt every crooked turn or on the landing,\\nThe straining eyeball was prepared to see\\nSome apparition standing.\\nFor over all there hung a cloud of fear\\nA sense of mystery the spirit daunted,\\nAnd said as plain as whisper in the ear\\n4 The place is haunted\\nThat the Enchanted Spring is haunted there can be no\\nquestion Let the Warrior stand on the south side and look\\nacross the spring in a northeasterly direction at precisely three\\no clock in the afternoon, and gaze steadfastly at the face of\\nthe rocks which tower up from the water s edge, and he will\\nbehold the gleaming eyes of the God of Wi-daagh. This\\nstrange scene is mentioned on page 136.\\nLochabar cannot be adequately described within the limits\\nof a few pages, and in this brief space allotted to the task\\nthe Dusky Chieftain feels keenly his inability to do the subject\\n429", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0437.jp2"}, "438": {"fulltext": "APPENDIX.\\nany but scant justice. There is very much to be seen and heard\\namong the mountains and streams of this wonderland that\\nmust be left for more gifted pens to describe. When the\\nDusky U-ri-on-tah stood beside the Mighty Tam-a-rack on\\nthe topmost cliffs of Leadpoint Mountain, and gazed down\\nupon the Vale of Lochabar, he was moved to exclaim\\nSearch the earth s remotest borders,\\nVisit each and every star,\\nYet you will not find its equal\\nNothing equals Lochabar\\nThe scene before them recalled the following lines from\\nthe pen of a young Australian poet, long since dead\\nRifted mountains, clad with forests, girded round by gleam-\\ning pines,\\nWhere the morning, like an angel robed in golden splendor,\\nshines\\nShimmering mountains, throwing downward on the slopes a\\nmazy glare,\\nWhere the noonday glory sails through gulfs of calm and glit-\\ntering air.\\nStately mountains, high and hoary, piled with blocks of\\namber cloud,\\nWhere the fading twilight lingers, when the winds are wailing\\nloud.\\nGrand old mountains, overbeetling brawling brooks and deep\\nravines,\\nWhere the moonshine, pale and mournful, flows o er rocks\\nand evergreens. (135)\\nAp-pe-u-ne. The An-das-te name of an Indian Princess\\nwho long, long ago lived in the Vale of Lochabar. After her\\ndeath she became a fairy, and to this day she presides over the\\nbeautiful stream which bears her name in that vale of wonders\\nand enchantment Lochabar. (137)\\nHa-wa-e-yoh. Seneca. A dead man, or a dead human\\nbeing. (141)\\nHollow-tree Trail. This is a trail leading from the\\nOt-zin-ach-son over the Bald Eagle Mountains east of the\\nMystic Canon to the summit of Mount MacClintoch, and\\n430", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0438.jp2"}, "439": {"fulltext": "APPENDIX.\\nthence descending the precipitous mountain-side to the mystic\\nstream which beats against its base.\\nThis trail is noted principally as the one taken by an Indian\\nwithout a soul many long years ago (see page 145), and later,\\nduring the nineteenth century, it was taken by a famous\\nSioux Chieftain, known as Fiery Car-ne-yah-quah, who was on\\na visit to the O. O. T. T. wigwam, and who was warned to\\navoid the Mystic Canon trail, as a band of hostiles were there\\nlying in wait for him. (145)\\nNe-ha-ha. A renowned Andaste Princess. A niece of\\nGreat Chief Nip-pen-ose she is represented as having been\\nvery beautiful when living as an Indian Princess. She now\\npresides over the diamond field in the Vale of Lochabar.\\nThe mound which contains the earthly remains of this\\nsweet Princess rests on the right bank of the mystic stream\\nat the edge of the diamond field. It is reached only by a\\nwinding tortuous trail which to the true Indian is smooth and\\nunobstructed but whenever it is desecrated by the tread of\\na pale-face, in whose heart there is no trace of veneration\\nfor the memory of the departed Princess, then the trail be-\\ncomes filled with concealed objects and obstructions, and\\noftentimes the pale-face, from no visible cause, will suddenly\\nfall prostrate on the ground beside the trail.\\nMany times will this strange phenomenon occur before the\\npale-face can enjoy the rare privilege of standing beside the\\nmound of this beloved Princess, on the borders of that great\\nmystery, the forest of Lochabar. (152)\\nTe-i-o. Iroquois. Beautiful waters. (164)\\nTar-at-ar-o-ga. Iroquois. Place of the rocky vale. (164)\\nAs-to-at-yea. Seneca. Narrow pass of a river or stream\\nin a valley. (164)\\nDe-a-non-da-a-yoh. Seneca. Brotherhood. (169)\\nYo-hah. The national exclamation of the Iroquois or\\nFive Nations. The French Canadians bestowed the Indo-\\nGallic name Iroquois on these nations, which had for its\\nroot form the exclamation Yo-hah. The name (Iroquois)\\nwas coined in 1535. (i6q)\\n431", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0439.jp2"}, "440": {"fulltext": "APPENDIX.\\nOn-ti-o. Iroquois. Beautiful hills. (170)\\nBe-ess. A Cyclopean word of obscure translation.\\nNothing could afford us greater pleasure than to be enabled\\nto unravel the mystery surrounding the origin, real motive,\\nand future destiny of this marvelous demon. It will be\\nnoted that on page 392 he stated that in some other locality\\nhe was known as the Prince of Devils, but that now he was\\nthe Bee-ess.\\nThis statement was undoubtedly intended to deceive, as it\\nis painfully evident that the Prince of Devils is still doing\\nbusiness at the old stand. Furthermore, it must be clear to\\nthe most casual observer, that there is no similarity in the\\nrevealed purposes of these two devils. The Prince of Devils\\ndevotes his energies to the task of saving souls by alluring\\nthem away from angry gods, while the Bee-ess will unhesita-\\ntingly destroy a soul, if by so doing he can gain his nefarious\\nends.\\nWhether the Bee-ess purposely deceived the Cyclops in\\norder to more effectually conceal his identity, or merely for\\nthe pleasure of deceiving, has never been satisfactorily ex-\\nplained and it is extremely probable that the truth will not\\nbe divulged so long as he remains unconquered. (179)\\nQuin-nip-i-ac. Mohegan. A great Chief who lived in\\nthe land of Uncas. When he died his spirit was said to have\\ntaken possession of a beautiful stream in the heart of the\\nMohegan country. It was beside this stream that the Dusky\\nU-ri-on-tah dwelt when he became Immortal. (183)\\nMa-ha-qua. Algonkian. The name of the Mohawk\\nRiver. In Mohawk language it is Ag-me-gu-e. In Mohawk\\nIroquois is Ho-ti-non-si-on-ni. Asa tribe the Mohawks\\ncalled themselves Gan-ni-ag-wa-ri, The She Bear. Whence\\nthey were termed by the neighboring Algonkian-Mohegan\\ntribes, Ma-ha-qua. A name corrupted into Mohawk by\\nthe English. (185)\\nAc-qui-no-shi-o-nee. The ancient name of the Iroquois\\nfor their Confederacy. (185)\\n432", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0440.jp2"}, "441": {"fulltext": "APPENDIX.\\nWek-ou-om-ut. Algonkian. Mohegan wek, his\\nhouse or dwelling-place. With possessive and locative affixes\\nit becomes Wek-ou-om-ut. The Mohegans sometimes pro-\\nnounced it Wee-ku-wuhm, and this pronunciation was cor-\\nrupted by the English, at first into Week-wam, and finally\\ninto Wig-wam. (187)\\nDe-can-e-so-ra. A famous On-on-da-ga orator, princi-\\npal speaker of the Five Nations. In person he was tall, and\\nof fine features. He had great fluency of speech and a\\ngraceful elocution. His style of oratory, it is said, would\\nhave been pleasing in any nation. In grace, manner and\\nappearance, he bore a striking resemblance to the great\\nCicero. (195)\\nAt-a-ho-can. A great but wicked Chief of the On-on,\\nda-gas, who at death was doomed to assume the form of a\\nmonster and inhabit mines and caverns. He posed as a god,\\nand he had great power for mischief. (195)\\nTa-do-da-hah. A famous On-on-da ga Chief and War-\\nrior. He was cotemporary with the formation of the Iroquois\\nConfederacy. He made his name illustrious by his great\\nmilitary achievements, and he would not consent to the Con-\\nfederacy being formed, unless his position as the head of the\\nnation should be perpetuated by the Five Nations, and this\\nwas done. Down to this day among the Iroquois his\\nname is the personification of heroism, of forecast, and\\ndignity of character. His title has been regarded as more\\nnoble and illustrious than any other in the catalogue of\\nIroquois nobility. (197)\\nMes-ses-sa-gen. An On-on-da-ga deity who raised the\\nland up from beneath the waters, but for some offense com-\\nmitted against other gods was condemned to assume the form\\nof a beast and wander in the darkness of caverns a slave to\\nwicked gods. (197)\\nGui-yah-gwaah-doh. A great Seneca Warrior. The\\nname signifies Smoke Bearer. The messenger of the Con-\\nfederate Council to kindle the Seneca Council-fire on business\\nof the Confederation. (197)\\n433", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0441.jp2"}, "442": {"fulltext": "APPENDIX.\\nTa-ren-ya-wa-go. An On-on-da-ga Chieftain, whose\\nremarkable history will greatly interest all the Warriors of the\\nO. O. T. T., and will doubly interest the Warriors of the\\nWa-kon-tee-pee, who dwell in the land of Min-ne-ha-ha. And\\nto the Great Lock-ar-do-no-mah, whose home is among the\\nlakes and streams mentioned in the story, it is of more than\\ncommon interest. It is derived from the verbal narrative of\\nAbraham LeFort, an On-on-da-ga Chief. It is entitled The\\nStory of Hi-a-wa-tha or, the Origin of the On-on-da-ga\\nCouncil Fire.\\nTa-ren-ya-wa-go taught the Five Nations arts and knowl-\\nedge. He had a magic canoe which moved without paddles.\\nIt was only necessary to will it, to compel it to go. He\\ntaught the people to raise corn and beans. He improved the\\nwater-courses and made fishing-grounds clear. He helped\\nthe people to subdue the monsters which overran the country,\\nand thus he prepared the forests for the hunters. His wisdom\\nwas as great as his power. His people admired him greatly\\nand followed his advice gladly. He gave them wise instruc-\\ntions for observing the laws and maxims of the Great Spirit.\\nHaving done all these things, he laid aside all the high\\npowers of his public mission, and resolved to set an ex-\\nample of how they should live. For this purpose he selected\\na beautiful spot on the southern shore of Lake Ti-o-to (Cross\\nLake), so called by the natives to this day. Flere he built\\nhis lodge, planted his corn, kept his magic canoe, and selected\\na wife.\\nIn relinquishing his former position as a subordinate\\npower to the Great Spirit, he also dropped his name and,\\naccording to his present situation, took that of Hi-a-wa-tha\\nmeaning a person of very great wisdom, which name the\\npeople spontaneously bestowed upon him. He now lived in a\\ndegree of respect scarcely inferior to that which he before\\npossessed. His words and counsels were implicitly obeyed.\\nWhen Hi-a-wa-tha assumed the duties of an individual at\\nTi-o-to he had elected to become a member of the On-on-\\nda-ga tribe, and chose the residence of his people in the\\n434", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0442.jp2"}, "443": {"fulltext": "APPENDIX.\\nshady recesses of their fruitful valley as the central point of\\ntheir government.\\nYears passed away in prosperity. Suddenly there arose\\na great alarm at the invasion of a ferocious band of Warriors\\nfrom the north of the Great Lakes (Al-gon-ki-ans). As they\\nadvanced an indiscriminate slaughter was made of men,\\nwomen and children. Destruction threatened all alike,\\nwhether they resisted or submitted. The public alarm was\\nextreme. Hi-a-wa-tha advised them not to waste their efforts,\\nbut to call a general council of all the tribes that could be\\ngathered from the east and west and he appointed a meeting\\nto take place on an eminence on the banks of On-on-da-ga\\nLake. Accordingly all the Chiefs assembled at the spot.\\nThe occasion brought together vast multitudes in expectation\\nof some great deliverance.\\nThree days had already elapsed, and there was great\\nanxiety lest Hi-a-wa-tha should not arrive. Messengers were\\ndespatched for him to Ti-o-to, who found him in a pensive\\nmood, and to whom he communicated his strong presentiments\\nthat evil betided his attendance. These were overruled by the\\nstrong element, and he set out for the Council, taking his only\\ndaughter with him. She timidly took her seat in the stern,\\nwith a light paddle to give direction to the canoe for the\\nstrength of the current of the Seneca River was sufficient to\\ngive velocity to the motion till arriving at So-hah-hi, the\\nOn-on-da-ga outlet. At this point the powerful exertions of\\nthe aged Chief were required till they entered on the bright\\nbosom of the Onondaga Lake. The Grand Council sent up its\\nshouts of welcome as the venerable man approached and\\nlanded in front of the vast assemblage.\\nAn ascent led up the banks of the lake to the place occu-\\npied by the Council. As he walked up this, a loud sound was\\nheard in the air above, where a spot of matter was seen\\ndescending rapidly and every instant enlarging in size and\\nvelocity. Terror and alarm were the first impulses, for it\\nappeared to be descending among them and they scattered in\\nconfusion. Hi-a-wa-tha stood still and caused his daughter\\n435", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0443.jp2"}, "444": {"fulltext": "APPENDIX.\\nto do the same. The object was an immense white bird, and\\nit came swiftly and crushed the girl to death. Not a muscle\\nwas moved in the face of Hi-a-wa-tha. The bird had buried\\nits beak and head in the earth. It was covered with beautiful\\nwhite plumes. Each Warrior stepped up and decorated him-\\nself with a plume, and it henceforth became a custom to\\nassume this kind of feather on the war-path. Succeeding\\ngenerations substituted the plumes of the white heron, which\\nled this bird to be greatly esteemed. On removing the dead\\nbird not a trace of the child could be found. She had com-\\npletely vanished. At this the father was greatly afflicted, but\\nhe roused himself and walked to the head of the Council with\\na dignified air, covered with his simple robe of wolf-skins,\\ntaking his seat with the Chief Warriors. One day was given\\nto discussion on the next Hi-a-wa-tha arose and said\\nMy friends and brothers You are members of many\\ntribes and have come from a great distance. We have met to\\npromote the common interest and our mutual safety. How\\nshall this be accomplished? To oppose these northern hordes\\nin tribes, singly, while we are at variance with each other, is\\nimpossible. By uniting in a common band of brotherhood\\nwe may hope to succeed. Let this be done, and we shall\\ndrive the enemy from our land. Listen to me by tribes\\nYou, the Mohawks, who are sitting under the shadow\\nof the great tree, whose roots sink deep in the earth and\\nwhose branches spread wide around, shall be the First Nation,\\nbecause you are warlike and mighty.\\nYou, the Oneidas, who recline your bodies against the\\neverlasting stone, that cannot be moved, shall be the Second\\nNation, because you always give wise counsel.\\n.You, the Onondagas, who have your habitation at the\\nfoot of the great hills, and are overshadowed by their crags,\\nshall be the Third Nation, because you are greatly gifted in\\nspeech.\\nYou, the Senecas, whose dwelling is in the dark forest\\nand whose home is everywhere, shall be the Fourth Nation,\\nbecause of your superior cunning in hunting.\\n436", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0444.jp2"}, "445": {"fulltext": "APPENDIX.\\n11 You, the Cayugas, the people who live in the open coun-\\ntry and possess much wisdom, shall be the Fifth Nation,\\nbecause you understand better the art of raising corn and\\nbeans and making houses.\\nUnite, you Five Nations, and have one common inter-\\nest, and no foe shall disturb and subdue you. You, the peo-\\nple who are as the feeble bushes, and you who are a fishing\\npeople, may place yourselves under our protection, and we\\nwill defend you. And you, of the south and of the west, may\\ndo the same and we will protect you. We earnestly desire the\\nalliance and friendship of you all.\\nBrothers if we unite in this great bond, the Great\\nSpirit will smile upon us and we shall be free, prosperous and\\nhappy. But if we remain as we are, we shall be subject to his\\nfrown. We shall be enslaved, ruined, perhaps annihilated.\\nWe may perish under the war-storm and our names be no\\nlonger remembered by good men, nor be repeated in the\\ndance and song. Brothers, these are the words of Hi-a-wa-\\ntha. I have said it. I am done.\\nThe next day the plan of union was again considered,\\nand adopted by the Council. Conceiving this to be the\\naccomplishment of his mission to the Iroquois, the tutelar\\npatron of this rising Confederacy addressed them in a speech\\nelaborate with wise counsels, and then announced his with-\\ndrawal to the skies. At its conclusion he went down to the\\nshore and assumed his seat in his mystical vessel. Sweet\\nmusic was heard in the air at the same moment, and, as its\\ncadence floated to the ears of the wondering multitude, the\\nvessel rose in the air higher and higher till it vanished from\\nthe sight, and disappeared in the celestial regions inhabited\\nonly by Ha-wea-ne-o and his hosts.\\nIt was the reading of this story, which was first pub-\\nlished in Schoolcraft s Indian Tribes of the United States,\\n1847-51, that inspired Longfellow to write his Song of\\nHi-a-wa-tha. He transferred his chief character, however, to\\nthe south shore of Lake Superior, and placed him among the\\nOjibways, at or near the Pictured Rocks and the Grand\\n437", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0445.jp2"}, "446": {"fulltext": "APPENDIX.\\nSable. Had this illustrious author ever visited the Onondaga\\ncountry, it is probable that he never would have removed\\nHi-a-wa-tha from his native heath, for there is no more beau-\\ntiful region in all the world than that known as the Country\\nof the Onondagas, with its innumerable hills, valleys, lakes,\\nrivers, waterfalls, streams and forests. The Great Chief\\nLock-ar-da-no-mah has but to stand beside his wigwam and\\ngaze about him, and his eagle eye will rest on the scene where\\nthe events transpired which are related in the Story of Hi-a-\\nwa-tha. Happy Lock-ar-da-no-mah to be able to stand on\\nthe identical spot where stood the multitude who gazed upon\\nthe only Hi-a-wa-tha, when he, in his magic canoe, ascended\\nto the happy hunting-grounds, bearing with him the love and\\nveneration of a united people.\\nIt is not difficult to imagine the exultation of the Great\\nLock-ar-da-no-mah, when, with rod and gun, he hies him away\\nto the streams in the forest, knowing, as he so well does know,\\nthat his feet are pressing the same soil where trod the saintly\\nHi-a-wa-tha.\\nThis is indeed historic ground. Oftentimes does the Great\\nLock-ar-da-no-mah stand where stood the wigwam of Hi-a-\\nwa-tha, there to contemplate the great sorrow that has over-\\ntaken his race and kindred since the day when the pure-souled\\nHi-a-wa-tha took his departure for the happy hunting-grounds.\\nMany a time has the Great Lock-ar-da-no-mah paddled his\\nbirch-bark canoe over the identical course taken by Hi-a-wa-\\ntha, from Lake Ti-o-to, or Cross Lake, down the grandly\\npicturesque and historic stream, known as the Seneca River, to\\nthe spot where it is joined by the outlet from On-on-da-ga\\nLake, at So-hah-hi, thence up that stream to the banks of that\\never memorable lake, where, hundreds of years before the\\nwhite man set foot on American soil, the Grand Council was\\nheld which formed the union of the Five Nations under a sys-\\ntem of government which, to a large extent, was copied into\\nthe system adopted in the Constitution of the Great American\\nRepublic. It is on this spot that the Great Lock-ar-da-no-mah\\nsits and lives over again the golden days of the Great Confed-\\n438", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0446.jp2"}, "447": {"fulltext": "APPENDIX.\\neracy. Happy Lock-ar-da-no-mah to know and to feel that\\nwhere his wigwam now stands is the spot where the race of\\nmankind first emanated. When he looks out on the hills and\\nforests, he has the proud satisfaction of knowing that here is\\nthe very center of the Universe.\\nAnd you, the On-on-da-gas, who have your habitation at\\nthe foot of the great hills, and are overshadowed by their\\ncrags, happy indeed are you to have for your Great Chief so\\nwise a counselor, so illustrious a Warrior as he upon whose\\nshoulders has fallen the mantle of Hi-a-wa-tha, the great and\\nwondrous Chief Lock-ar-da-no-rnah. (197)\\nTam-an-end. A famous Algonkian Delaware Chieftain,\\nwho eventually became the Patron Saint of Tammany Hall.\\n(217)\\nAt-o-tar-ho. Onondaga. Meaning the Five Nations. (218)\\nHo-de-no-sau-nee. Iroquois. The Five Nations. The\\nIroquois also called their Confederacy Ac-qui-no-shi-o-nee.\\nIt signifies a league of tribes, a term in use long before M.\\nCarder sailed up the St. Lawrence in 1535. It could then be\\ntraced back fifty years and longer, according to the memories\\nof the older Indians. Their traditions taught them that the\\nConfederacy had always existed. Where can there be found\\na more perfect system of government in all history than was\\nfounded by the Iroquois, of whom it has been said Like\\na great island in the midst of the Algonkians lay the country\\nof tribes speaking the genuine tongue of the Iroquois? The\\nConfederacy grew and prospered, until it comprised in Canada\\nthe Hurons or Wyandots, Tiontates and Attiwanaronks. In\\nNew York the Iroquois Ho-de-no-sau-nee, or Five Nations.\\nIn Pennsylvania the Minquas, Andastes or Susquehannocks.\\nIn Virginia the Nottoways and Meherrins. In North Caro-\\nlina the Tuscaroras, who fled to them for protection in New\\nYork in 1712.\\nThe Algonkians occupied the vast area from Hudson Bay\\nto North Carolina, and from the Atlantic to the Mississippi\\nRiver, with outlying tribes in the Rocky Mountains. North\\n439", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0447.jp2"}, "448": {"fulltext": "APPENDIX.\\nof the St. Lawrence and the Lakes the Nasquapees, Mon-\\ntagnais, Algonquins, Ottowas, and Kilistinors, or Crees. On\\nthe Atlantic Coast the Micmacs, Abenakis, Sokokis, Massa-\\nchusetts, Narragansetts, Mohegans, Delawares and Virginia\\ntribes. In the West the Chippewas, Menomonees, Pottawat-\\ntomies, Miamis, Illinois, Sacs, Foxes, Blackfeet, etc.; and the\\nShawnees in the South.\\nWhen the Dusky U-ri-on-tah sits by his wigwam in the\\nquiet evening and dwells on the dim, mysterious past, he finds\\nit a source of deep regret that the history of his race is en-\\nshrouded in doubt and obscurity. In all the legendary lore\\nwith which his race is imbued, there is no record beyond that\\nof many moons by which to arrive at even an approximate\\nestimate of the time when the red-men first formulated the\\nmost beautiful languages ever spoken by any races of men\\nunder the sun. The Dusky Chief can only draw conclusions.\\nOur soil is but one vast cemetery of our ancestors. There\\nis scarcely an excavation made in either North or South\\nAmerica, that does not disclose the bones of our kindred,\\nwhile arrow-heads, pipes, beads, gouges, pestles, and stone\\nhatchets are found everywhere. The bones of the red-man,\\nhis works, the skeletons of the mammoth tropical animals, the\\ncassia-tree, and other tropical plants, are reposing together\\nbeneath our feet. Who can tell by what catastrophe they\\nwere overwhelmed and buried in the same strata\\nIn the valley of the Mississippi the monuments of buried\\nnations are unsurpassed in magnitude and melancholy grand-\\neur by any in the known world. Here were cities contain-\\ning hundreds of thousands of souls. Mounds are scattered\\nthroughout the continent from the Atlantic to the Pacific, and\\nfrom the Great Lakes to the Gulf of Mexico. Almost any-\\nwhere in all this vast domain the plow upturns the skulls of\\nour ancestors. That the Aztecs and the American Indians\\nwere of the same family there is no question or doubt.\\nAncient forts and fortified towns, from one-half mile to\\nfour miles apart, extend from the southern portion of South\\nAmerica northerly through Central America, Mexico, Texas,\\n440", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0448.jp2"}, "449": {"fulltext": "APPENDIX.\\nalong the Gulf, and up the valley of the Mississippi thence\\nup the Ohio River valley and north to Lake Erie thence\\neasterly, close to the borders of that lake, and down the\\nNiagara River to Lewiston, New York, ten miles below Niag-\\nara Falls thence easterly, following along the Ridge Road\\nabout seventy-eight miles to the Genesee River near Roches-\\nter, and on to the Black River in northeasterly New York.\\nFor several miles to the east and west of this chain until Lake\\nErie is reached, and then southerly from it, the rest of the\\ncourse, many forts have been built.\\nIn Western New York they extended south of the Ridge\\nRoad some fifteen to twenty miles, as shown at Akron, Oak-\\nfield and Batavia, etc. Strewn in and among these fortifica-\\ntions were cemeteries, temples, altars, camps, towns, villages,\\nrace-grounds and other places of amusement, habitations of\\nchieftains, vedettes, watch-towers, monuments, and innumer-\\nable well-worn trails. These remains of art are the connect-\\ning links of this great chain, which extends over this vast\\nrange of more than five thousand miles. Where else on the\\nearth can be found monuments of ancient skill of such mag-\\nnitude On the ramparts of many of the forts trees over one\\nthousand years old have frequently been found. This pre-\\ncludes the possibility of their having been built by Europeans\\nsince the days of Columbus.\\nThere is every reason to believe that the old Ridge Road\\nfrom Lewiston to Rochester, which is elevated about thirty-\\nfive feet above the land lying north of it, was the ancient\\nboundary of Lake Ontario. The gravel with which it is cov-\\nered was deposited there by the waters, and the stones every-\\nwhere indicate by their shape the abrasion produced by wave\\naction. Along the borders of the Ridge there are small\\nmounds or heaps of gravel, erected by the fishes for the pro-\\ntection of their spawn. These fish-banks are found, in a\\ncondition that cannot be mistaken, at the foot of the Ridge\\non the side towards the lake. On the opposite side, none\\nhave ever been found. This Ridge lies about an average of\\neight miles from the present shore of the lake.\\n441", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0449.jp2"}, "450": {"fulltext": "APPENDIX.\\nHere, then, is a strip of land, eight miles wide and seventy-\\neight miles long, that would certainly have been selected fol-\\nks great advantages for navigation, for subsistence, for safety,\\nand all domestic accommodations and military purposes, and\\nyet it does not contain a single fortress, except one or two,\\nwhich were built during the French and Indian wars, and\\nthese are quite unlike the ancient forts.\\nThroughout the entire length of the Great Chain the forti-\\nfications followed the water-courses and lakes, except in the\\nstrip mentioned, and the conclusion is irresistible, that the\\nchain of forts was built before the time when the Ridge Road\\nwas the southern shore of the lake, and when the Niagara\\nFalls was at Lewiston, ten miles below the present location.\\nSince a record has been kept, in 1842, the Falls have .receded\\nat the average rate of four and one-half feet annually. This\\ngives the time as 11,733 years. How long before this period\\nthe fortifications were built, who can tell\\nThe Dusky Chieftain, for want of space, finds it impossible\\nto give the Warriors any more than this brief sketch concern-\\ning our Worthy Ancestors, and it must be left for further\\ndiscussion around our council-fires. (218)\\nOom-paugh. Described under On-ta-ro-ga. (230)\\nYan-ge-yoh-ar-gwer-do-wers-tanke. Seneca. The\\nhappy hunting-grounds. (260)\\nMon-to-we-se. Mohegan. A Great Chief who lived in\\nthe land of Uncas. On account of his great impetuosity in\\nbattle, he was known as The Whirlwind. When he died,\\nhis spirit took possession of a mountain, whence he often\\nlooked down upon the Dusky U-ri-on-tah when the latter was\\ngliding up and down the Quin-nip-i-ac in his birch-bark canoe,\\nand he called the Dusky Chieftain Ha-yan-wan-deh, mean-\\ning My Nephew, who, in returning the salutation, would\\nexclaim, Hoc-no-seh, which, in pale-face language, is My\\nUncle. These were expressions of endearment, as no blood\\nrelationship existed. (265)\\nHa-ne-sha-o-ne. Seneca. The Evil Spirit, or Devil.\\n(266)\\n442", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0450.jp2"}, "451": {"fulltext": "APPENDIX.\\nSa-go-ye-wat-ha. Red Jacket. A famous Seneca Indian,\\nwhose bones are now resting beneath a beautiful monument\\nin Forest Lawn Cemetery, Buffalo, N. Y. His original name\\nwas O-te-ti-an-ni, meaning Always ready. That of Sa-go-\\nye-wat-ha, meaning He keeps them awake, had been con-\\nferred upon him on his election to the dignity of a Sachem.\\nThe name Red Jacket arose from a richly embroidered\\nscarlet jacket, presented to him by a British officer, which he\\nalways took great pride in wearing. He was remarkably\\nswift in the chase, and he was an orator of surpassing\\neloquence. (274)\\nKlu-ne-o-lux. An exceedingly fierce and vicious spirit or\\ndevil. He first appeared among the Oneidas, but he traveled\\nfrom one tribe to another, and woe betide the mortal or\\nimmortal who crossed his path. (277)\\nHen-nun-do-nuh-seh. Seneca. A mourning council, (280)\\nDo-ne-sho-ga-wa. Seneca. Meaning Keeper of the\\nWestern Gate. It is one of the fifty illustrious titles be-\\nstowed by the Iroquois Confederacy or Long House, reach-\\ning from the Hudson River to Lake Erie. At each end and\\nthe south side were a Keeper of the Gate. General Ely\\nParker, a Ton-a-wan-da Seneca Indian, was Keeper of the\\nWestern Gate for fifty years, from 1846 until his death in\\n1896. His successor is Thomas Poudry, a Ton-a-wan-da\\nbrave, a member of the Wolf Clan.\\nGeneral Parker served on the staff of Gen. Grant during\\nthe Civil War, who, after becoming President, appointed Gen.\\nParker Commissioner of Indian Affairs. He was a gentle-\\nman, a distinguished soldier, a Knight Templar, a high type\\nof his people, who, notwithstanding the high honors he had\\nearned, lived and died loyal to his Indian ancestry and his\\ninheritances. (284)\\nWa-kon-tee-pee. In the Sioux language, a cavern in\\nwhich dwells the Great Spirit, or Cavern of the Great Spirit.\\nThis cavern is situated in the side of a mountain overlooking\\nthe Blue Earth River, near Mankato, Minnesota. Mankato, a\\ncorrupted pronunciation of the beautiful Indian word Mah-\\n443", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0451.jp2"}, "452": {"fulltext": "APPENDIX.\\nkah-to, is the name of a charming city, resting at the mouth\\nof the rushing Blue Earth River where it joins the mighty-\\nMinnesota. It is chiefly noted for being the home of the\\nGreat Sioux Chieftain known as Fiery Car-ne-yah-quah. The\\nexistence of this Mighty Chieftain is the unavoidable sequence\\nof a natural development. With such an environment he\\ncould not be otherwise than as he is. To a marvelous degree\\nhe partakes of that which, on every hand, he sees, feels\\nand touches. When he stands on an eminence overlooking\\nthe wonderfully grand valley of the Minnesota, where the\\nriver sweeps around the purple mountain, insensibly he\\nbecomes a part of his surroundings. He has no thought of\\nthe Great Chief himself except as a part and portion of the\\nwhole. On the spot where he is standing huge rocks abound,\\nand great forest trees wave their strong arms in the wind.\\nThe Chieftain stands among the rocks and trees as a portion\\nof the whole. He sees, so also do the rocks and trees see.\\nThey feel the glow and exaltation of the wondrous scene\\nspread out before them, so also does the Chieftain feel the\\nsame glow and exaltation, for indeed are they each and all a\\nportion of the whole, and this is the land where dwells the\\nFiery Car-ne-yah-quah.\\nGo where he may in that weirdly, strange Undinal country,\\nand he will meet with rivers, streams, lakes, canons, hills,\\nvalleys, mountains, forests, rocks, cliffs and waterfalls that\\nsmile upon him, whichever way he may turn, for he is a part\\nof them, and they of him. Is it any wonder, then, that the\\nChieftain is what he is How could he be otherwise in this\\nwondrous region, where there are seven rivers and twenty-\\nnine lakes, and forests everywhere And this is the fairy-land\\nwhere Undine, after wandering all over the earth, searching\\nin vain for a place to her liking, at last came, and here she\\nmade her home.\\nUndine, a female water-spirit without a soul, with which\\nshe might be endowed only by marrying a mortal and bearing\\na child. She prefers to remain soulless rather than marry a\\nmortal, and so she wanders by subterranean passages from\\n444", "height": "3890", "width": "2633", "jp2-path": "songofuriontah00cumm_0452.jp2"}, "453": {"fulltext": "APPENDIX.\\nlake to river and river to lake, a sad and melancholy spirit.\\nOn moonlight nights, when youths and maidens float in gon-\\ndolas on the bewitching waters of Madison Lake, Undine has\\nbeen seen to rise slowly from out the water and gaze mourn-\\nfully upon the maidens, as though warning them not to marry,\\nbut to live the life she lives. Then, when the maidens smile\\nderisively upon Undine, she looks reproachfully at them with\\nher lustrous, gazelle-like eyes, and slowly sinks beneath the\\nsurface where the moon-glade is gleaming and the youths and\\nmaidens sing\\nOh, sad are they who know not love,\\nBut, far from passion s tears and smiles,\\nDrift down a moonless sea and pass\\nThe silver coasts of fairy isles.\\nAnd such is the land of Car-ne-yah-quah.\\nOh, land of the poet s dreaming,\\nLand of the Wa-kon-tee-pee,\\nLand of the Mighty Red Cloud,\\nLand of the midnight twilight,\\nLand of the snow-white moonlight,\\nLand beloved of Car-ne-yah-quah (292)\\nHa-seh-no-wa-na. Seneca. A Chief of doubtful stand-\\ning, or, more correctly speaking, a Chief of the second grade.\\nOne who, by some means, has secured the title, and who is\\nalways ready to quarrel, but who had a little rather run away\\nthan stay where there is any likelihood of a fight. (333)\\nTar-at-ar-o-ga. Iroquois. Place of the rocky vale. (342)\\nCon-at a-ra. Seneca. A tree at a gorge. (342)\\nCo-at-a-ra. Seneca. Cascade at a gorge. (343)\\nTar-i-o. Seneca. Beautiful rocks. (345)\\nOs-ar-o-ga. Seneca. Place of the view of water and\\nrocks. (368)\\nOn-que-bon-whe. This word, when interpreted or trans-\\nlated into Seneca, becames On-que-hon-we, meaning men\\nsurpassing all before them. (379)\\nHo-de os-seh. Seneca. The Civil Council. 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