{"1": {"fulltext": ",x\\n\u00e2\u0096\u00a0I\\nm\\nL L U J T a", "height": "4729", "width": "3023", "jp2-path": "runesofredrace00rieh_0001.jp2"}, "2": {"fulltext": "", "height": "4657", "width": "2625", "jp2-path": "runesofredrace00rieh_0002.jp2"}, "3": {"fulltext": "", "height": "4657", "width": "2625", "jp2-path": "runesofredrace00rieh_0003.jp2"}, "4": {"fulltext": "", "height": "4613", "width": "2943", "jp2-path": "runesofredrace00rieh_0004.jp2"}, "5": {"fulltext": "", "height": "4606", "width": "2943", "jp2-path": "runesofredrace00rieh_0005.jp2"}, "6": {"fulltext": "", "height": "4613", "width": "2943", "jp2-path": "runesofredrace00rieh_0006.jp2"}, "7": {"fulltext": "", "height": "4606", "width": "2943", "jp2-path": "runesofredrace00rieh_0007.jp2"}, "8": {"fulltext": "", "height": "4613", "width": "2943", "jp2-path": "runesofredrace00rieh_0008.jp2"}, "9": {"fulltext": "", "height": "4606", "width": "2943", "jp2-path": "runesofredrace00rieh_0009.jp2"}, "10": {"fulltext": "And looking off across the vast\\nWide ranges, stretching out be/ore.\\nP 17-", "height": "4613", "width": "2943", "jp2-path": "runesofredrace00rieh_0010.jp2"}, "11": {"fulltext": "flmrcs of tJpe fed fiaoe\\nFrank (L Hfeftl\\nJulian, fllmais\\nTOellmg Cfegkms, ^\u00c2\u00abblisters\\n1899", "height": "4606", "width": "2943", "jp2-path": "runesofredrace00rieh_0013.jp2"}, "12": {"fulltext": "library of C rkgv*68%\\nOffi\\nRegister of Copyrights\\n?$l\\n51578\\nCopyright, 1899, by Frank C. Riehl.\\nMELLING GASKINS,\\nPrintbrs and Binders\\n\u00c2\u00bbSCONS COPY,", "height": "4613", "width": "2943", "jp2-path": "runesofredrace00rieh_0014.jp2"}, "13": {"fulltext": "Jbrltratiim\\nWt\\\\at fyapp\u00c3\u00b6 bays in ftelb anb camp,\\nIDtjen erst tfyese carious talcs mere tolM\\nWl\\\\at recollections tr?ey recall\\n(Df tjours tr^at tjelb life s purest aolb\\n3n meagre recompense of all\\nfElje roriter s part in tfyese fair joys,\\nProubly trjis volume is inscribeb\\ndo Captain fjarru, anb (Erje Boys.", "height": "4606", "width": "2943", "jp2-path": "runesofredrace00rieh_0015.jp2"}, "14": {"fulltext": "", "height": "4613", "width": "2943", "jp2-path": "runesofredrace00rieh_0016.jp2"}, "15": {"fulltext": "Vxziutt\\nHTO the very generous reception accorded by the\\npublic to my former book, Poems of the\\nPiasa, is due this second venture into the field\\nof modern poetic .literature. Like the former\\nvolume, too, it is keyed in the reminiscent meas-\\nure of legendary and semi-historic themes as\\nrelated to the passing of the North American\\nIndian from the world s stage of action.\\nReared in a region where the traces of inhabi-\\ntance by the Indians have not yet been obliterated\\nby civilization, and are everywhere to be seen, the\\nwriter s earliest impressions were formed on this\\nsubject, and he early conceived the idea that here\\nwas a theme worthy of study and research which\\nthus far had been practically neglected from the\\nliterary point of view. It was under this concep-\\ntion that the Legend of the Piasa and other kin-\\ndred poems, published in 1896, were written while", "height": "4606", "width": "2943", "jp2-path": "runesofredrace00rieh_0017.jp2"}, "16": {"fulltext": "the composer was engaged, as a boy, in the\\narduous duties of farm life on the old homestead.\\nThe indorsement of this work, first by personal\\nfriends, and later by a constantly widening circle\\nof the reading public, has so far confirmed the\\nwriter s first belief as to prompt the preparation of\\nthe more pretentious tales which appear under the\\npresent title.\\nThe first poem, dealing with the conquest of\\nthe Illini by their old foes, the Iroquoi, is essen-\\ntially historic, and covers an act in this tragedy of\\nnations which, so far as the writer is aware, has\\nnever been consistently recorded. The other\\npoems in this department are merely the fruitage\\nof occasional thoughts, and versifications of vague\\nlegends gleaned in the periodical pursuit of this\\ngeneral subject. That they deal rather with the\\ndark than the sunny side of life is no design of the\\nwriter s, but a necessary consistency with the\\ncharacter of the theme.\\nThe illustrations used in this book are exact\\nphotographic reproductions, and may convey to\\nforeign readers some idea of the natural grandeur\\nof this region about the confluence of the three\\ngreat mid-continental rivers of America, the Mis-\\nsissippi, Missouri and Illinois, and to local residents", "height": "4613", "width": "2943", "jp2-path": "runesofredrace00rieh_0018.jp2"}, "17": {"fulltext": "at least a pleasing suggestion of long familiar\\nscenes.\\nThe miscellaneous poems in the latter half of\\nthis book are chosen from many occasional verses,\\nand are printed in the hope that each, choosing\\naccording to taste, may find among them some-\\nthing suggesting pleasant thoughts for an idle\\nhour.\\nSuch is the mission, if it may be so called, of\\nthis modest volume, and if it meets with kindly\\nreception fulfilling these thoughts, the writer will\\nbe well content.\\nVery truly yours,\\nFRANK C. RIEHL.", "height": "4606", "width": "2943", "jp2-path": "runesofredrace00rieh_0019.jp2"}, "18": {"fulltext": "", "height": "4613", "width": "2943", "jp2-path": "runesofredrace00rieh_0020.jp2"}, "19": {"fulltext": "Contents\\nAnthelion 17\\nTh* jfong nf Train iHfeier*\\nProem 20\\nThe Lone Cedar 21\\nThe Tragedy of Love 25\\nThe Fateful Prophecy 30\\nThe Camp of the Illini 35\\nThe Faith of Ineosa 39\\nThe Vision of Wunnista 44\\nThe Meeting of the Hosts 48\\nThe Coming of the Plague 53\\nThe Burial of the Dead 57\\nThe Mound of Mouaqua 61\\nTaks nf ttiz OTtgxtmm\\nThe Wooing of Watalee 66\\nThe Demon of the Lake 82\\nThe Arraignment of Lo 88\\nAt Starved Rock 93\\nThe Title to America 96\\nThe Heart of Old Hickory 98\\nFetter Free 102\\nThe Wail of an Indian Queen 104\\nWeseng and Wakehon 107\\nA Nobleman of Nature 112\\n13", "height": "4606", "width": "2943", "jp2-path": "runesofredrace00rieh_0021.jp2"}, "20": {"fulltext": "Far Frmtnm s Flag\\nProgression 114\\nm atilde of the manse 120\\nA Song for Cuba 125\\nThe Sailors of the Maine 126\\nThe New Evangel 127\\nForward, Fellow Countrymen 128\\nThe Passing of Garcia 129\\nThe Coming of Peace 13\u00c2\u00b0\\nVrxtms hi) the ~-ttlnv\\nKaskaskia 132\\nPictures of Home 134\\nLovejoy 135\\nSing Me a Song 138\\nA Shame of Motherhood 139\\nThe Lady Abigail 140\\nIntuition 142\\nAt Two, and Two Score 143\\nThe Song of the Camp 144\\nWhile Sitting in the Blind 146\\nA Summons of Spring 148\\nA Song of Auld Lang Syne 149\\nA Twilight Reverie 150\\nA Bachelor s Musing 152\\nOut of the Depths 153\\nLove and a Pipe 153\\nTo One Disconsolate 154\\nThe Benedicts Ball 155\\nKnow One Another 157\\nAt Christmas Time 158\\nM", "height": "4613", "width": "2943", "jp2-path": "runesofredrace00rieh_0022.jp2"}, "21": {"fulltext": "Prof. W. H. von Riehl 160\\nIn Memoriam 161\\nTo My Friend 164\\nIn the Faith 166\\nA Volume of Verse 168\\nAccomplishment 169\\nTo Own a Home 169\\nParting from the Seashore 170\\nA Word from Thee 172\\nLove Lorn 174\\nGod Bide With Thee 174\\nAngling Quatrains 175\\nFor an Old Maid s Concert 176\\nOf the New Year 178\\nA Measly Sonnet 179\\nThe Song of the Bowler 180\\nOccasional Thoughts 181\\nThe End of the Calendar 182\\nAppendix 184\\n15", "height": "4606", "width": "2943", "jp2-path": "runesofredrace00rieh_0023.jp2"}, "22": {"fulltext": "", "height": "4613", "width": "2943", "jp2-path": "runesofredrace00rieh_0024.jp2"}, "23": {"fulltext": "ni\\\\\\\\zVxxm\\nAs one who on the fallow plain\\nStands gazing at the sunset hills,\\nBeholds the evening shadows wane\\nAnd all his soul with rapture thrills,\\nThe while the light of fading day\\nIn silhouette against the sky,\\nBy contrast with the twilight gray\\nRecalls its glories, soon to die,\\nSo on the sombre heights of time\\nThat mark the record of his race,\\nMethinks an Indian in his prime\\nLeans on his horse in stolid grace\\nAnd looking off across the vast\\nWide ranges, stretching out before,\\nReflects upon the val rous past\\nOf his proud people, proud no more.\\nII.\\nThe day was earnest, full of strife\\nMarked by its round of toil and care,\\nAnd death came near, and sorrow s knife\\nCut to the verge of calm despair\\n17", "height": "4606", "width": "2943", "jp2-path": "runesofredrace00rieh_0025.jp2"}, "24": {"fulltext": "But faith was stronger, hope was true,\\nWhile love brought victory from defeat,\\nAnd in this retrospective view\\nComes back reflected, doubly sweet.\\nSo once the Indian in his ire\\nA demon of avenging fate,\\nSating with tomahawk and fire\\nHis thirst of cumulative hate,\\nYet was he noble, spite of all,\\nAnd over his unhonored grave,\\nPause we in reverence, to recall\\nHe erst was true, as always brave.\\nIII.\\nThough every sun that gilds the west\\nGives promise of a fairer morn,\\nAnd every throb of vague unrest\\nAttends some better thought, new-born,\\nYet, when achievements haply passed\\nAre mirrored back in memory s eye,\\nWe tarry, fain to hold them fast\\nAs treasure-trove, with homage high.\\nNone doubts the universal plan\\nThat dominates the mortal race\\nForedoomed the Red Man, and began\\nThrough his defeat, a worthier place\\nBut we, rememb ring yet his might,\\nAre prone to mirror what we may,\\nEre, in oblivion s starless night,\\nThe fair anthelion fades away.\\n18", "height": "4613", "width": "2943", "jp2-path": "runesofredrace00rieh_0026.jp2"}, "25": {"fulltext": "Tlpe \u00c2\u00a70ng of Turin TOhIets", "height": "4606", "width": "2943", "jp2-path": "runesofredrace00rieh_0027.jp2"}, "26": {"fulltext": "Tftje Sxmg xrf Txiriu Katers*\\nA Tale of Two Tribes\\nPROEM\\nRest zve beside the crystal springs,\\nAnd hea? ken zuhile their music sings\\nThe sad traditions of the vale;\\nA requiem for the nameless graves\\nWhere rests the dust of zvarrioj braves,\\nWhose cloivnfall marks the valorous tale.\\nA?id, quaffi?ig of the zuaters pure,\\nWill make the fatefid song seciire\\nFrom skepticism as vue go;\\nSince all the story, void of art,\\nHas here its living counterpai t,\\nIn these tzvin foufitains, as they flo~v.\\nNote I. Appendix.\\n20", "height": "4613", "width": "2943", "jp2-path": "runesofredrace00rieh_0028.jp2"}, "27": {"fulltext": "Tire \\\\jrnz (HxriHr\\nOIGH on the range of Eastern hills\\nThat bound the Illinois,\\nThere towers o er the topmost cliff,\\nIn proud, majestic poise,\\nAn isolated cedar tree\\nWhich marks the final rest\\nOf one who in his day was held\\nThe bravest and the best,\\nAn Indian chief of Illini,\\nWhose blood, in lieu of tears,\\nGave moisture to the germ that grew\\nThrough intervening years,\\nForming a stem of rugged strength,\\nSymmetrical and true,\\nHolding its secret undisturbed,\\nWhich mortal never knew,\\nTill one of the invading race\\nWho first o ercame this height,\\n21", "height": "4606", "width": "2943", "jp2-path": "runesofredrace00rieh_0029.jp2"}, "28": {"fulltext": "On idle observation bent,\\nMet here an awesome sight:\\nInwoven by the cedar s roots,\\nAnd pinioned firmly there,\\nThe framework of a human form,\\nIn attitude of prayer.*\\nBut even as he fixed his gaze,\\nIn fascination bound,\\nHe caught, upon the evening breeze,\\nA faint, familiar sound,\\nWhen, through the maze, the tree was changed\\nTo living form and face,\\nAnd greeted him a grizzled Chief\\nOf that historic race.\\nThe breeze that played about the place\\nSighed softly in the leaves,\\nAnd heard he, as a messenger\\nSome sacred trust receives,\\nThese data of historic fact,\\nSo rescued from the vast\\nUnknown and unrecorded tomes\\nThat shroud the Red Man s past:\\n*Note iL\u00e2\u0080\u0094 Appendix.\\n22", "height": "4613", "width": "2943", "jp2-path": "runesofredrace00rieh_0030.jp2"}, "29": {"fulltext": "The shade am I of Fighting Bear,\\nOf Monesthon the sire,\\nAnd many were the lusty braves\\nWho sought my council fire;\\nBut came a time of winter moons\\nWhen shadows dimmed the eye,\\nAnd I was left, an aged man,\\nUpon this rock, to die.\\nWith heavy heart I stayed behind\\nAnd saw my warriors go;\\nBut they who cannot fight must die,\\nSo wills the Manitou;\\nThough Fighting Bear was killed with shame\\nWhen down on yonder plain\\nBy wild Mouaqua s murderous hosts\\nHe saw his people slain.\\nThen fell he on his face and prayed\\nThe Spirits to defend\\nThe brave traditions of his race;\\nHe saw the battle end\\nMid every semblance of defeat,\\nAnd bursting then his heart,\\nHe found his life transmuted so,\\nA mournful counterpart,\\n23", "height": "4606", "width": "2943", "jp2-path": "runesofredrace00rieh_0031.jp2"}, "30": {"fulltext": "To guard the olden glory. Now\\nMy spirit longs to see\\nMy noble sons, but they, alas,\\nCome never back to me.\\nSo heard the stranger all the tale,\\nWith reverential air\\nReceived, as from a source divine,\\nThe details, dark and fair;\\nAnd promised in his heart to give\\nThese legends as they came,\\nIn justice to the fallen race,\\nTo hold their humble fame.\\nHis busy fellows plied their trade\\nOn field and stream below,\\nWhile o er Moauqua s waving plains\\nHung soft the evening glow;\\nAnd to this idle dreamer came\\nThe inspiration then\\nTo pluck the eagle of his plumes,\\nAnd wield the poet s pen.\\n24", "height": "4613", "width": "2943", "jp2-path": "runesofredrace00rieh_0032.jp2"}, "31": {"fulltext": "Tlrs Traurig xtf L,nnz\\n44 CEAR nothing, called the warrior youth,\\nWith all a hero s ire;\\nI fear not, rang the maiden s voice\\nAbove the funeral pyre:\\nKnow that I cherish none the less,\\nCried out the lover s heart;\\nThese tongues of flame bring no regret,\\nCame back the woman s part:\\nOur love hath conquered even this.\\nSo passed his parting breath;\\nAnd she with eyes that sought the sky:\\nLove conquered even death\\nDread was the scene and sad the day\\nWhen stern Mouaqua s hand\\nLed these proud victims to their fate,\\nAnd brought the burning brand;\\nAnd they who answered at his beck,\\nAccustomed to agree\\n25", "height": "4606", "width": "2943", "jp2-path": "runesofredrace00rieh_0033.jp2"}, "32": {"fulltext": "With his behest in everything,\\nRecoiled at this decree\\nWhich sent his nephew to the stake,\\nAnd doomed with him to die,\\nThe winsome child of Monesthon,\\nGreat Chief of lllini.\\nBut most of all the throng perturbed\\nWas Nottoway, the sage,\\nWho stood apart and viewed the scene\\nWith deep, prophetic rage;\\nForsooth he saw beyond this hour\\nThe fruitage it must bring\\nWhen vengeance, riding with the wind,\\nWould shame the eagle s wing;\\nAnd in the shadow of the cliff\\nHe offered fervent prayer\\nPetitioning the Manitou\\nHis righteous wrath to spare.\\nAlas! he cried, that youth so brave,\\nSo full of manly fire,\\nMust fall so ignominiously\\nTo sate a despot s ire:\\nAnd maid so fair, for gentle love,\\nMust perish in her bloom,\\n26", "height": "4613", "width": "2943", "jp2-path": "runesofredrace00rieh_0034.jp2"}, "33": {"fulltext": "In manner that should better fit\\nThe meanest foeman s doom.\\nO, Pequan, in thy dust I see\\nDread Retribution rise,\\nAnd Ineosa s ashes plead\\nFor vengeance to the skies. 1\\nLo! now Mouaqua s vibrant voice\\nRings through the quiet vale,\\nAnd even those of stoutest heart\\nBefore his anger quail.\\nHa! wolves and vipers! you would bring\\nNah-yan-tah s tribes to shame,\\nAnd mix the blood of Iroquoi\\nWith such degraded name:\\nThis whelp of an unworthy son\\nWho shamed his better birth,\\nWould stoop to wed an Illini,\\nAnd grovel in the earth.\\nSay none he was of kin to me,\\nOn pain of instant death;\\nHis acts belied his mother s name\\nWith every venomed breath.\\nHere have we come to wage the war\\nOf conquest to the end;\\n27", "height": "4606", "width": "2943", "jp2-path": "runesofredrace00rieh_0035.jp2"}, "34": {"fulltext": "And he who should have led the fight\\nTurns traitor to defend\\nA squaw of them we seek to slay;\\nO, Spirits of the dead!\\nHurl all the spells of evil might\\nOn yonder burning bed!\\nHe drew his bow and shot his shaft\\nSo strong and true of aim,\\nThat each was buried in the dust;\\nWhen lo, distinct there came\\nThe sound of waters rippling through,\\nEach circle burst in twain\\nAnd merged into a crystal flood\\nThat bubbled up amain.\\nWho saw the wonder fled in fear,\\nSave but the haughty Chief,\\nWho stood in attitude of scorn,\\nTwixt awe and unbelief.*\\nA moment moved, he saw the dread\\nWhich sat on every face,\\nThen rallied with the force of will\\nThat marked his stubborn race,\\n*Note III.\u00e2\u0080\u0094 Appendix.", "height": "4613", "width": "2943", "jp2-path": "runesofredrace00rieh_0036.jp2"}, "35": {"fulltext": "And called aloud to Nottoway:\\nThou clairnest to be wise,\\nRead me the sign of victory\\nThat lurks in this disguise.\\nBut stood the sage with troubled mien,\\nAlack! he said, aghast,\\nHere is no need of prophecy,\\nThe end hath come at last.\\n29", "height": "4606", "width": "2943", "jp2-path": "runesofredrace00rieh_0037.jp2"}, "36": {"fulltext": "The Fateful VxxuphuQ\\nDEAD me this riddle/ said the Chief,\\nHave done with woman s fears,\\nOr I will sound a coward s knell\\nAbout those craven ears.\\nNay, Chieftain, answered Nottoway,\\n1 have no fear of thee;\\nWhen thou in days of brighter moons\\nWast fairly just to me,\\nMy little wit 1 freely gave\\nWhene er occasion came,\\nBut it were more than folly now\\nTo shield this deed of shame.\\nKnow then that thou has forfeited\\nThe Manitou s esteem,\\nAnd thou shalt find thy fate beyond\\nThe bounds of yonder stream.\\nWhom thou hast slain was more than all\\nThyself hast ever been;\\n30", "height": "4613", "width": "2943", "jp2-path": "runesofredrace00rieh_0038.jp2"}, "37": {"fulltext": "He was the hope of Iroquoi,\\nAnd should have led them in\\nFrom war s wild carnage to the ways\\nOf peace and happiness,\\nWhence they departed erst when thou\\nDidst lead them to transgress.\\nO, spirits of the warrior dead,\\nWho fell in bloody strife\\nTo satisfy Mouaqua s ends,\\nThat reckoned not your life,\\nWould Nottoway had fallen, too,\\nEre came this crowning deed\\nOf murder, through a tyrant s zeal\\nTo sate his selfish greed:\\nO, maids and matrons who have wept\\nFor lords and lovers dead,\\nA deeper grief shall come ere yet\\nAnother moon hath sped.\\nO, solitude of singing pines,\\nBeside the Inland Sea,\\nAn outcast in this dreary land\\nWould give his life to be\\nA nerveless atom in the vast\\nOf that primeval shade,\\n31", "height": "4606", "width": "2943", "jp2-path": "runesofredrace00rieh_0039.jp2"}, "38": {"fulltext": "Where despotism should not come,\\nNor avarice invade.\\nYet mine is only trivial pain\\nTo what this day must bring\\nTo every child of Iroquoi,\\nOf fatal reckoning.\\nThese fountains, coming from the dust\\nOf blighted life, proclaim\\nThat Pequan s death shall be avenged;\\nAnd Ineosa s name\\nShall bless the waters evermore;\\nBut, first, a word of doom,\\nIt shall be whispered in his ear\\nWho wears a victor s plume.\\nSo shall the price of life be paid,\\nAnd when this word is said\\nThe victors, vanquished in the field,\\nShall mourn their glory, fled.\\nWhat mean these lies? Mouaqua cried;\\nWho dares thus answer me?\\nI dare it, calmly spoke the sage,\\nAnd hear thou this decree:\\nThis marvel e en proclaims that all\\nWho for thy sins are dead\\n32", "height": "4613", "width": "2943", "jp2-path": "runesofredrace00rieh_0040.jp2"}, "39": {"fulltext": "", "height": "4606", "width": "2943", "jp2-path": "runesofredrace00rieh_0041.jp2"}, "40": {"fulltext": ";il|p\u00c2\u00bb*\\nRest we beside the crystal springs,\\nAnd harken while tJieir music sings\\nThe sad traditions of the vale.\\n-p. 20.", "height": "4613", "width": "2943", "jp2-path": "runesofredrace00rieh_0042.jp2"}, "41": {"fulltext": "Shall bar the happy hunting grounds\\nTo thine unworthy tread;\\nAnd that, when in thy hour of might,\\nThe glory of renown\\nComes near to thee, a woman s hand,\\nPerforce, shall strike thee down.\\nTis well that thou art done, indeed.\\nThe calm of savage rage\\nWas in the monarch s voice and mien,\\nWho knew no mental gauge\\nThat did not justify his course;\\nAnd calling to the edge\\nA score of half-bewildered braves,\\nHe pointed to the ledge,\\nHigh on the snow-white cliffs above,\\nWhere showed a narrow cleft\\nOf ingress to the solid rock,\\nBy Nature s forces reft.*\\nBind him and bear to yonder height,\\nThen lower to the cave,\\nAnd leave him there to prophecy\\nHis carcass from the grave.\\n*Note IV. Appendix.\\n33", "height": "4606", "width": "2943", "jp2-path": "runesofredrace00rieh_0043.jp2"}, "42": {"fulltext": "There will the vampires entertain,\\nAnd mind his sage behest,\\nWhile sing for him the rattlesnakes\\nTheir lullaby of rest,\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nOr first, mayhap, he may have heard\\nWhat warmed his heart with joy,\\nThe last surrender of his friends\\nBeyond the Illini.\\n34", "height": "4613", "width": "2943", "jp2-path": "runesofredrace00rieh_0044.jp2"}, "43": {"fulltext": "Tire Eamp of H|\u00c2\u00a3 Mini\\nTHE sun was gone behind the hills\\nThat fringe the Western sky,\\nAnd through the forest came the sound\\nOf waters rippling by;\\nThe breath of Autumn in the air\\nHad toned the ripened leaves\\nTo every touch of coloring\\nThat Nature s garb receives\\nWl^n come the Indian Summer days;\\nWithin the range of wood,\\nAnd looking out upon the plain,\\nA thousand wigwams stood.\\nHere were the hosts of lllini\\nCamped in their last retreat;\\nPressed by th invading Iroquoi,\\nThey had, with tact discreet,\\nAvoided conflict till they saw\\nThe friendly waters flow\\n35", "height": "4606", "width": "2943", "jp2-path": "runesofredrace00rieh_0045.jp2"}, "44": {"fulltext": "Between them and the enemy;\\nThen every brave his bow\\nDrew to the shaft, with firm resolve,\\nWhatever might befall,\\nTo challenge the invaders, and\\nE en gain or forfeit all.\\nThrice had Mouaqua sought to break\\nThat phalanx of defense,\\nAnd thrice was driven to retreat\\nWith evil consequence;\\nSo long victorious in his wars,\\nThe stern resistance here,\\nRoused every passion in his breast\\nTo efforts more severe,\\nAnd by the shades of night he vowed,\\nThough every force deny\\nThe way, beyond the mooted stream\\nTo sound his battle cry.\\nBut last when from the vain attack\\nHis warriors sought the shore,\\nPequan the brave, who led the charge,\\nWas with his men no more;\\nFirst kinsman he, and next of rank,\\nHe pushed beyond the line\\n36", "height": "4613", "width": "2943", "jp2-path": "runesofredrace00rieh_0046.jp2"}, "45": {"fulltext": "And failing, found a captive s lot.\\nThus balked in his design,\\nMouaqua sought a season s rest,\\nAnd camping in the vale,\\nWas counseled to abide the time\\nFor vantage to assail.\\nSo passed the dull moon to decline,\\nAnd Monesthon the Great\\nPrayed as of old Ouatoga prayed\\nTo conquer evil fate;\\nNor he who slew the awful bird,\\nThat knew but mortal prey,\\nWas braver than the sturdy Chief\\nWho held his place to-day.\\nLong had he ruled his happy tribe\\nIn plentitude and peace,\\nAnd saw with every passing sun\\nHis prestige still increase;\\nBut came the Red Men from the plains\\nAnd waters far away,\\nWith nothing in their hearts but war,\\nAnd passions but to slay;\\nSo were they driven from the hills,\\nTheir heritage of pride,\\n37", "height": "4606", "width": "2943", "jp2-path": "runesofredrace00rieh_0047.jp2"}, "46": {"fulltext": "By slow degrees, to this retreat,\\nAnd here they must abide\\nOr either victory or death,\\nSince never might the stain\\nCome to an Illini of flight\\nBeyond his own domain.\\nSo, nerved by every circumstance\\nThat moves to daring deeds,\\nBy ties of home and fatherhood,\\nBy every pulse that heeds\\nThe cries of manhood for revenge,\\nOf weakness for defense,\\nWhen tyranny invades the realm,\\nAnd by the Indian s sense\\nOf honor, every brave who sat\\nAbout the council flame,\\nPledged every sense and spark of life\\nTo guard the nation s fame.\\n38", "height": "4613", "width": "2943", "jp2-path": "runesofredrace00rieh_0048.jp2"}, "47": {"fulltext": "Tte Fe\u00c3\u00bcIt rrf ferrsH\\nf^ LAD were the notes of cheer, when came\\nThe captive to the tent\\nOf Monesthon, to learn his doom\\nAs pleased the chieftain s bent.\\nProudly he walked, with head erect,\\nIn deep contempt of thought;\\nAs one who staked his life, and feared\\nNot death, nor pity sought,\\nToo much a master in the law\\nOf warfare not to know\\nThat naught in its unwritten tomes\\nHeld mercy for a foe.\\nBut nothing would the Warrior Chief\\nOf vengeance have to say;\\nHe sat in sorrow where his wife,\\nThe fair Wunnista, lay\\nAfflicted with a grave complaint;\\nAnd in his aching breast\\n39", "height": "4606", "width": "2943", "jp2-path": "runesofredrace00rieh_0049.jp2"}, "48": {"fulltext": "Were caged the demons of despair,\\nWhich all the love confessed,\\nThat made his life a shining mark\\nOf savage royalty,\\nAnd won, long since, his captive bride\\nTo fondest loyalty.\\nTake thou the prisoner, my child/\\nHe said, when they were come\\nUnto his wigwam, as thou wilt,\\nDo with him, and the sum\\nOf retribution he shall pay\\nCan never half atone\\nFor all the evil he has done;\\nPray leave us now alone.\\nSo came to Ineosa s choice\\nThe captive warrior s fate;\\nBut when she saw and sought to judge,\\nIt was, alas, too late.\\nA higher force than mortal will\\nSubdued the maiden s heart,\\nWhen, gazing in that fearless face,\\nShe saw her counterpart;\\nLove, like a giant, wound his chains\\nAbout the twain, and there\\n4 o", "height": "4613", "width": "2943", "jp2-path": "runesofredrace00rieh_0050.jp2"}, "49": {"fulltext": "They stood betrothed, ere yet a word\\nWas uttered to declare\\nThe subtle bond. Leave him to me,\\nThe damsel said, and turned\\nTo hide the flush of new-born hope\\nThat on her temples burned.\\nThen spoke the stranger: Fairest maid,\\nI know not why I speak,\\nSave by the challenge of command\\nIn those clear eyes; I seek\\nNo point of favor for myself,\\nA captive in the course\\nOf honest warfare, I had thought\\nTo know the speedy force\\nOf vengeance at thy people s hands;\\nYet something says to me\\nThat thou art mighty, and my fate\\nIs somehow linked with thee.\\nThen said the maid: Tis passing strange\\nThat I should tarry here:\\nMy hand should light thy funeral pyre,\\nBut e en I know thy bier\\nShall herald Ineosa s death:\\nAye what is that we see\\n41", "height": "4606", "width": "2943", "jp2-path": "runesofredrace00rieh_0051.jp2"}, "50": {"fulltext": "My father s people dare to chide\\nNay, fair one, fly with me,\\nLow cried the youth the warrior guard\\nConsulting, stood aside,\\nImpatient that a woman s will\\nTheir prowess should abide.\\nAgain he urged: Come thou with me,\\nPrincess of Illini\\nIn rank thou art, and I no less\\nA prince of Iroquoi;\\nThrough union so, these wars may cease,\\nAnd plenty as of yore\\nShall bless the people of the woods\\nOn every verdant shore:\\nMine uncle wields a tyrant s rod\\nBut thou, when we are wed,\\nShalt rob him of his lust for war,\\nIn thy great father s stead.\\nNay, come, she said, else naught can save;\\nAnd while her father prayed,\\nShe led him past her mother s couch\\nInto a secret glade,\\nWherefore she knew not, e en as now\\nWho knows what love may do\\n42", "height": "4613", "width": "2943", "jp2-path": "runesofredrace00rieh_0052.jp2"}, "51": {"fulltext": "And shortly on the peaceful stream\\nShe plied her fleet canoe,\\nWhile swam the warrior underneath;\\nAnd they who watched the shore\\nSaw but a woman on the stream,\\nAnd minded nothing more.\\n43", "height": "4606", "width": "2943", "jp2-path": "runesofredrace00rieh_0053.jp2"}, "52": {"fulltext": "4 4 TVT AY, Sire, it was no idle dream\\nI saw the she -wolf come\\nBefore the lodge with gleaming eyes,\\nAnd tongue of terror dumb;\\nThrice has the owPs portentous cry\\nRung wildly through the wood,\\nAnd every call was echoed by\\nThe panther s wail of blood;\\nWhen late the council fires were lit\\nNo smoke ascended there,\\nBut floated like a dismal pall\\nLow on the evening air.\\nBut yestermorn I saw the height\\nWhere waits thy aged sire,\\nAnd carrion birds were hovered there\\nAs o er a funeral pyre.\\nWhen thy Wunnista came to thee\\nFrom off the sun -land plain,\\n*Note V. Appendix.\\n44", "height": "4613", "width": "2943", "jp2-path": "runesofredrace00rieh_0054.jp2"}, "53": {"fulltext": "She brought her people s arts, and these\\nHave never worked in vain;\\nSad are the things I have to say,\\nBut whatsoe er befall,\\nTis spoken from the woman s heart\\nWho gave thee all in all.\\nI see Mouaqua s myriads massed\\nTo conquer and betray;\\nI see them looting in our midst\\nEre wanes another day;\\nI see the form of Fighting Bear,\\nDead of a broken heart\\nAt witness of his sons defeat;\\nI see the bitter part\\nA fearless sage must feel to sate\\nA despot s mad decree;\\nI see his kinsman die for love,\\nAnd then and then I see\\nAh, Sire, thou needst not fear for me\\nThe hand of death, indeed,\\nIs on me now, yet this is what\\nThe spirits have decreed,\\nAnd ere the end it shall be mine,\\nOf this be thou assured,\\n45", "height": "4606", "width": "2943", "jp2-path": "runesofredrace00rieh_0055.jp2"}, "54": {"fulltext": "To satisfy thy people s wrongs,\\nAnd vengeance so secured,\\nWunnista will have done her work\\nAnd found the pleasant shade\\nWhere wars are not, nor grief may come\\nNor pestilence invade.\\nHere on the morrow shall be waged\\nThe greatest fight of all,\\nAnd he who gains the victory\\nShall gain it but to fall\\nIgnobly by a woman s hand;\\nWhile all he may have won\\nShall vanish into nothingness.\\nMy rede is nearly done;\\nThy last shall be thy greatest fight,\\nWith him thou fain would st meet,\\nNor one of all the gallant host\\nShall perish in retreat.\\nFind now thy weapons for the day\\nAnd bid the warriors cheer;\\nWhile here the women s fervent prayers\\nThe Manitou shall hear.\\nNay, seek not Ineosa s couch,\\nFor, lack, she is not there;\\n4 6", "height": "4613", "width": "2943", "jp2-path": "runesofredrace00rieh_0056.jp2"}, "55": {"fulltext": "Her milk-white spirit knows a realm\\nWhere all is fresh and fair;\\nHer blood is on Mouaqua s head,\\nLet this inspire thy hand;\\nWunnista loves thee. Hark they come!\\nGo now to thy command.\\n47", "height": "4606", "width": "2943", "jp2-path": "runesofredrace00rieh_0057.jp2"}, "56": {"fulltext": "Tlpe Meeting xrf Up? Hnsts*\\n/^OLD gleamed the light of early morn\\nUpon the fallow field,\\nWhen stern Monesthon for the fight\\nTook up his mighty shield,\\nTo find already in the camp\\nThe notes of wild alarm\\nThat told the enemy s advance;\\nThe river, all aswarm\\nWith bristling ranks of war canoes,\\nWas lashed beneath the strain\\nOf winds that shrieked across the waves\\nAnd made resistance vain.\\nNow sprang Monesthon to the fray,\\nHis sorrows laid aside;\\nAgain the fearless leader, robed\\nIn all his warrior pride:\\nAbove the tempest wild, his voice\\nWas heard in stern command,\\n*Note VI. Appendix.\\n4 8", "height": "4613", "width": "2943", "jp2-path": "runesofredrace00rieh_0058.jp2"}, "57": {"fulltext": "And soon upon the plain his host\\nAssumed their sullen stand,\\nTheir wives and children on the hills\\nThat stretched away behind\\nSafe hid, awaiting the attack,\\nTo any fate resigned.\\nSoon landed, came the Iroquoi,\\nA line of leathern shields\\nAdvancing in a solid front.\\nCried Monesthon: Who yields\\nThis day to conquest or defeat\\nGoes like a dog to earth,\\nAnd forfeits wife, and home, and shames\\nThe prestige of his birth.\\nAlready Ineosa s life\\nIs on yon demon s head,\\nAnd he shall wear these regal robes\\nWho lays his carcass dead.\\nNo more he spake, no time for speech;\\nMouaqua s ashen bow\\nSent forth an eagle -feathered shaft\\nThat laid a warrior low;\\nThen sent Monesthon s doeskin thong\\nA message as severe,\\n49", "height": "4606", "width": "2943", "jp2-path": "runesofredrace00rieh_0059.jp2"}, "58": {"fulltext": "And now the doleful battle hymn\\nRe-echoed, wild and clear,\\nAs leaped from every bow and shaft\\nThat told the sender s will,\\nThe warrior-passion, murder-mad,\\nTo conquer or to kill.\\nNov/ shrieked the dying as they fell\\nThe names they cherished most;\\nNone asked for quarter, each content\\nTo perish at his post;\\nAnd as the mighty conflict grew,\\nAnd foe to foe drew near,\\nThe fleeting dart was laid aside\\nFor tomahawk and spear;\\nThe warriors of the noblest tribes\\nThat ruled in all the land,\\nHere mingled in the awful throes\\nOf conflict, hand to hand.\\nSo raged the battle, till the sun\\nWas centered in the sky\\nTwixt morn and night; yet spite of odds,\\nThe sturdy lllini\\nHeld their position on the field\\nWith their intrepid Chief,\\n50", "height": "4613", "width": "2943", "jp2-path": "runesofredrace00rieh_0060.jp2"}, "59": {"fulltext": "And victory promised her reward,\\nWhen fortune brought relief\\nOf warriors to the Iroquoi;\\nAnd so the fight was won,\\nThough still the brave defenders met\\nTheir foemen, live to one.\\nAnon the lengthening shadows fell\\nAthwart the bloody plain,\\nWhen face to face the Chieftains met,\\nWho now, in calm disdain,\\nSurveyed each other briefly; then,\\nWith gory war-club, each\\nAssailed the other, and they clashed\\nWith not a word of speech.\\nLong had they sought to combat so,\\nBut never till this hour\\nWere they confronted, man to man,\\nTo match their sovereign power.\\nThrice did they meet, and thrice did each\\nGrave punishment sustain\\nAgain they struck, and each in turn\\nWas stretched upon the plain.\\nMonesthon first regained his feet,\\nAnd stooping to impart\\n51", "height": "4606", "width": "2943", "jp2-path": "runesofredrace00rieh_0061.jp2"}, "60": {"fulltext": "The last decisive blow, received\\nAn arrow in his heart.\\nThen rushed his warriors to his side\\nTo rescue, or to die,\\nAnd none went living from the field.\\nSo fell the Mini.\\n52", "height": "4613", "width": "2943", "jp2-path": "runesofredrace00rieh_0062.jp2"}, "61": {"fulltext": "w\\nILD were the revels of the night\\nWhen first the Iroquoi\\nRan riot in the captured camp,\\nTo plunder and destroy;\\nThe fruitage of an hundred moons\\nOf unrelenting war\\nWas theirs to portion out in spoil,\\nTo seize and barter for;\\nAnd naught so sacred anywhere\\nThey might not confiscate;\\nSo sacked they these deserted homes,\\nMid revel and debate.\\nOne only place did they respect,\\nThe Wigwam of the Chief\\nLate fallen, where Mouaqua lay\\nAnd sought his wounds relief.\\nBy right of rank he claimed the whole\\nOf Monesthon s estate;\\n*\u00c2\u00a3Jote VII. Appendix.\\n53", "height": "4606", "width": "2943", "jp2-path": "runesofredrace00rieh_0063.jp2"}, "62": {"fulltext": "And were his followers well content\\nIf this alone might sate\\nHis avarice, and they left him there\\nE en for the time forgot,\\nWhile he, well sated with the day\\nOf conquest, chided not.\\nBut lo! he wakens with a start,\\nA weight upon his breast\\nThat racks him with a thousand pangs\\nOf misery unguessed\\nIn all his days of mortal strife,\\nAnd then anon he sees,\\nNear by, in the uncertain light,\\nA woman on her knees,\\nBent o er the couch, with hand upraised\\nAs to some solemn vow,\\nAnd move her lips, the while her breath\\nFalls hot upon his brow.\\nI thank thee, Manitou, she said,\\nMy race is nearly run.\\nAnd then to him: Tis well, indeed,\\nThy evil deeds are done.\\nNay, spare thyself, thou canst not rise;\\nArt not the first to fee!\\n54", "height": "4613", "width": "2943", "jp2-path": "runesofredrace00rieh_0064.jp2"}, "63": {"fulltext": "The pangs of this malignant thing\\nWhich, through thy death, shall steal\\nIts course through thy unhappy race;\\nMine was the lot accursed,\\nBut since thou art the conquering Chief,\\nThou must assume it first.\\nTis vain to call them, they are deaf\\nWith murder, and design\\nOf robbery and rapine, aye,\\nThose gallant braves of thine.\\nForsooth! they have not long to live;\\nWhen they shall come to thee\\nFor thy commands, thou shalt convey\\nThe Manitou s decree:\\nThat for the sins which they have wrought\\nThe race is doomed to die,\\nE en so, by force invisible.\\nHeed well the message high.\\nO, brave Monesthon, thou hast seen\\nThe wonders of the land,\\nWhere everything is clear that erst\\nThou couldst not understand;\\nThy death was worthy of the race\\nThat slew the Piasa,\\n55", "height": "4606", "width": "2943", "jp2-path": "runesofredrace00rieh_0065.jp2"}, "64": {"fulltext": "And evermore through life thy guide\\nWas Nature s highest law.\\nThe end is near upon me now;\\nTake thou the shining tome\\nThat points the way of parted souls,\\nAnd lead Wunnista home.\\nLong were the spoilers in dispute\\nO er all the household boons\\nBelonging to the tribe that ruled,\\nFor many thousand moons,\\nThe regions where two rivers run;\\nAnd when at last they came\\nTo learn the order of command\\nAnd each record his claim,\\nThey found the foe invisible,\\nE en as Wunnista said:\\nHere on the floor a woman s form,\\nAnd there the Chieftain, dead.\\n56", "height": "4613", "width": "2943", "jp2-path": "runesofredrace00rieh_0066.jp2"}, "65": {"fulltext": "The burial xrf 1ft* QmA\\nr^ RIM was the spectacle revealed,\\nOf two proud armies slain,\\nWhen shone the smiling sun of morn\\nUpon the dreary plain:\\nTheir glory of contention gone\\nTo cold, immobile clay,\\nThe forms upon the sodden ground\\nShewed ghastly as they lay;\\nAnd many a headless trunk was there,\\nAnd many a painted face\\nLooked from its gory gibbet down\\nUpon the grewsome place.\\nNone were there for the Illini\\nTo pay the last respect\\nOf decent burial, and they lay\\nIn uttermost neglect.\\nBut they of the victorious tribe\\nWere set about to save\\n*Note VIII. Appendix.\\n57", "height": "4606", "width": "2943", "jp2-path": "runesofredrace00rieh_0067.jp2"}, "66": {"fulltext": "Their dead from beasts and birds of prey;\\nThey digged a spacious grave\\nHigh on the topmost Eastern hill,\\nThe spear became a spade,\\nAnd there above the silent vale\\nA burial crypt was made.\\nFirst honored they their stricken Chief,\\nMouaqua, who had wrought\\nThe greatest conquests of the race\\nIn tribal wars, and brought\\nHis kingdom from the Erie s banks\\nTo Mississippi s flood,\\nAnd left on every battlefield\\nHis fallen foemen s blood.\\nHis haughty bearing all forgot,\\nHis tyranny condoned,\\nThey saw in him their leader gone,\\nAnd all his loss bemoaned.\\nThey made for him a mossy bed,\\nAnd laid him in repose,\\nAbout him all the trophies won\\nFrom his defeated foes.\\nThe regal robe about his form,\\nThe war-axe in his hand,\\n58", "height": "4613", "width": "2943", "jp2-path": "runesofredrace00rieh_0068.jp2"}, "67": {"fulltext": "Strung beads of pearl about his neck,\\nAnd last the royal wand\\nUpon his breast; then all about\\nThe first of them who fell\\nWith him in battle; so they paused\\nTo say their last farewell.\\nThen bore they up the long incline\\nOf all their warrior dead\\nThe mortal clay, and over each\\nSome words of parting said.\\nGreat was the task of patient toil,\\nAnd when the grave was filled\\nThey labored on the burial place\\nA mighty mound to build.\\nSo long they wrought till over all\\nThe mounds that rose anear\\nThat, standing in comparison,\\nWas easily the peer.\\nThis was, their last and greatest work;\\nThe triumph of their day\\nWas centered in that sepulchre,\\nAnd when they turned away\\nThey faced a frowning wilderness\\nIn leaderless dismay,\\n59", "height": "4606", "width": "2943", "jp2-path": "runesofredrace00rieh_0069.jp2"}, "68": {"fulltext": "And stricken by the plague, relapsed\\nTo premature decay.\\nAll valor, all ambition gone,\\nThe struggling tribe recrossed\\nThe prairies to their native woods\\nAnd there, anon, was lost.\\n60", "height": "4613", "width": "2943", "jp2-path": "runesofredrace00rieh_0070.jp2"}, "69": {"fulltext": "CO ends the story, sad and weird,\\nAnd countless years have rolled\\nTheir potent changes o er the land\\nSince first the tale was told;\\nWe of the race they never knew\\nStand here on sacred ground,\\nWhile thoughts we falter to confess,\\nAre born of facts profound:\\nIrreverently we turn the sod\\nThat holds the Indian s bones,\\nAnd gain by delving in the dust\\nThe knowledge that atones,\\nIn our opinion for the deed;\\nThe secrets of the past\\nAre gathered from deductions through\\nThe rude Iconoclast;\\nAnd finding thus, as we conceive\\nThe prestige, fame and place\\n*Note IX. Appendix.\\n61", "height": "4606", "width": "2943", "jp2-path": "runesofredrace00rieh_0071.jp2"}, "70": {"fulltext": "Of these, the first Americans,\\nWe hold it no disgrace\\nTo count them peers in many things;\\nAnd teachings here conveyed\\nOf love of home and liberty\\nMay never be gainsaid.\\nE en yet we shudder to reflect\\nWhat sacrificial pain\\nThey gave in honor of the dead;\\nAnd not the least we gain\\nIn point of anthropology\\nIs this, to know that man\\nUncultured, in the savage state,\\nHere all the world outran\\nIn valour, strength and fellowship,\\nAnd in the native dower\\nTo e en perceive and comprehend\\nAn all-pervading Power.\\nNow teem the rivers with the tide\\nOf commerce, far and near,\\nGrain-laden are the v/aving fields\\nWhere erst they hurled the spear;\\nThe fleet canoe is used no more,\\nAnd where in forest shade\\n62", "height": "4613", "width": "2943", "jp2-path": "runesofredrace00rieh_0072.jp2"}, "71": {"fulltext": "The sturdy skin -decked wigwam stood,\\nA prouder race has made\\nIts dwelling place. In all the land\\nThe Indian is no more,\\nWith none to do him justice, save\\nIn such uncertain lore.\\nBut mark we this in his behalf:\\nHe perished in the course\\nOf honest war of self-defense,\\nAnd by the subtle force\\nOf nature in the tide of life.\\nSo let us turn away,\\nAnd reconcile these lessons with\\nThe duties of to-day.\\nTis well, on our contending course,\\nTo know that, even here,\\nWas love as strong and man as brave\\nAnd warfare as severe.\\n63", "height": "4606", "width": "2943", "jp2-path": "runesofredrace00rieh_0073.jp2"}, "72": {"fulltext": "", "height": "4613", "width": "2943", "jp2-path": "runesofredrace00rieh_0074.jp2"}, "73": {"fulltext": "", "height": "4606", "width": "2943", "jp2-path": "runesofredrace00rieh_0075.jp2"}, "74": {"fulltext": "High on the range of eastern hills\\nThat bound the Illinois.\\np. 21.", "height": "4613", "width": "2943", "jp2-path": "runesofredrace00rieh_0076.jp2"}, "75": {"fulltext": "Teiles sf ttye TOigiram", "height": "4606", "width": "2943", "jp2-path": "runesofredrace00rieh_0077.jp2"}, "76": {"fulltext": "Tm facing of atlatakc\\nA Legend of the White S w a n\\nCAIR is the day and all the scene,\\nNew-decked in robes of tender green,\\nIs thymy with the breath of spring;\\nThe migratory game birds wing\\nTheir way to lands of summer snows;\\nWhile everything in Nature owes\\nA debt of action, which to pay\\nSpeeds each upon its various way.\\nOn fair Glen Mary s circling hills,\\nFrom cliff-crowned height to sparkling rills\\nThat ripple down the vale, and merge\\nThe Mississippi s restless surge,\\nThe warm sun shines caressingly;\\nAnd conscience, waking, whispers me\\nThat Idle dreams will hardly grace\\nThe tide of such a time and place.\\nf \\\\NoxE X. Appendix.\\n66", "height": "4613", "width": "2943", "jp2-path": "runesofredrace00rieh_0078.jp2"}, "77": {"fulltext": "Nay, saith the muse in quick reply,\\nWe have a duty just as high\\nAs any who may tarry here;\\nFor man may know not any sphere\\nOf work than his more pure and strong\\nWho points a moral with a song.\\nThe eerie, uncouth tales that bide\\nThe gossip of the countryside,\\nOf golden wealth these caverns keep\\nAnd ghosts that walk when mortals sleep,\\nAnd visions fair that long ago\\nWere mirrored in the river s flow\\nAre founded on a theme as rare,\\nAs rich with romance, sad and fair,\\nAs any that the legends name\\nOf these old haunts of Indian fame.\\nRecalling countless moons of time,\\nIn all its wild, barbaric prime,\\nMark we the scene, an Indian town\\nOf wigwams, spreading from the crown\\nOf woodland to the shining reach\\nThat marks the river s pebbled beach.\\nNo transient, make-shift camp is here,\\nFor every wigwam doth appear\\n67", "height": "4606", "width": "2943", "jp2-path": "runesofredrace00rieh_0079.jp2"}, "78": {"fulltext": "A very parcel of the place\\nWhereon it stands, and every face\\nIs set with apathy that bears\\nThe common stamp of daily cares.\\nTis noonday, and a warrior basks\\nLimp in the sun, prescribing tasks\\nFor patient squaws who ne er resent\\nThe lordly sway, and, well content,\\nFashion rude garb with simple grace\\nOut of the trophies of the chase.\\nA group of archers up the glade\\nIs bent upon a clamorous trade,\\nAnd most of life the scene affords\\nIs furnished in their bandying words;\\nSave yonder, where the builder hews\\nThe shapeless trunks to fleet canoes;\\nOr at the arrow-maker s tent\\nWhere, by the weight of seasons bent,\\nA grizzled man, no longer fit\\nTo lead the chase, is doomed to sit\\nAnd fashion out by process slow,\\nThe flint that caps the hunter s bow.\\nBut mark you, yonder, skin-bedecked,\\nThere stands a wigwam all respect,\\n68", "height": "4613", "width": "2943", "jp2-path": "runesofredrace00rieh_0080.jp2"}, "79": {"fulltext": "For therein dwells Ouasaga, seer,\\nOf all the tribes abiding here;\\nHim to consult, from far and near,\\nDo those in trouble seek;\\nAnd never, so the records say,\\nSent he a questioner away,\\nThough some, indeed, brought scanty pay\\nFor what they bade him speak.\\nTo him are all disputes referred\\nAnd final his deciding word.\\nThe fairest flower of all the dower\\nOf tribal womanhood to be\\nWas she who shared Ouasaga s bower,\\nWas charming, winsome Watalee.\\nHis ward she was, an infant frail\\nHe found her once beside the trail,\\nThen brought her home with manner mild,\\nAnd reared her fondly as his child.\\nSo taught and cared for, soul and mind,\\nTwas nothing strange that she should find\\nHerself at verge of womanhood\\nAn object fondly sought and wooed\\nBy amorous gallants of the tribe;\\nBut she was loth to circumscribe\\n6 9", "height": "4606", "width": "2943", "jp2-path": "runesofredrace00rieh_0081.jp2"}, "80": {"fulltext": "m^m\\nHer cherished liberty so soon\\nTherefore she frowned on many a boon\\nThat other maidens would have prized;\\nYet two whom she of all despised\\nUpon their suit were so concerned\\nThat she at last, as refuge, turned\\nFor shield to her protector s arm,\\nAnd prayed him shelter her from harm.\\nNay, spoke the savant, soothingly,\\nAn Indian maiden needs must be\\nA wife and worker when the time\\nHas ripened her to woman s prime.\\nBut she shall have the right to choose,\\nAnd all but one thou mayst refuse.\\nTherefore this day I will command\\nAll youths who fain would win thy hand\\nTo lay some offering at thy feet;\\nThen do thou choose, and be discreet.\\nAnon came suitors by the score\\nWith gifts to wise Ouasaga s door,\\nBut none could any more than see\\nA glimpse of winsome Watalee,\\nTill came a youth of quiet mien\\nWhom in the gathering none had seen,\\n70", "height": "4613", "width": "2943", "jp2-path": "runesofredrace00rieh_0082.jp2"}, "81": {"fulltext": "And left his modest gift, and turned\\nTo go, when on his brow there burned\\nThe Indian beauty s modest kiss;\\nAlmost he took the act amiss,\\nBut she, to pledge his new-found bliss,\\nSaid, Show that you can shoot with this\\nA brace of quivers and he went\\nWhile all were lost in wonderment.\\nThen spake Ouasaga: It is well;\\nLet every hunter to the dell\\nFor quarry for the wedding feast;\\nWoe be to him who bringeth least,\\nAnd he who doeth best shall own\\nAnon my fairest wisdom stone.\\nThe chase was willing and intent,\\nAnd many a fruitless shaft was spent,\\nWhile many another shot went true\\nAt fleeting game that ran or flew;\\nAnd when there came the muster call,\\nMore than enough there was for all.\\nBut when the festal fires burned,\\nThree hunters yet had not returned,\\nThe twain by Watalee most spurned,\\nAnd he, the youth of modest bloom,\\n71", "height": "4606", "width": "2943", "jp2-path": "runesofredrace00rieh_0083.jp2"}, "82": {"fulltext": "The happy one, the chosen groom!\\nAh! even then from out the gloom\\nEmerged Makala, and upon\\nHis shoulder bore a spotted fawn.\\nWith conscious pride he threw the prize\\nTo earth before all envious eyes,\\nAnd, urged, was nothing loth to tell\\nHis tale of how the kill befell.\\nHe finished, and Watalee stood\\nBefore him like avenging fate;\\nHer bosom streaming fresh with blood,\\nAnd in her eyes a burning hate.\\nHe lies, by all the evil powers\\nThat wrench the woods in darkest hours;\\nMark here the proof. She drew the dart\\nEmbedded from the creature s heart,\\nThat she but late with gentle voice\\nGave to the suitor of her choice.\\nThe other rankles in the breast\\nOf him who sought with sinister quest;\\nHere stands a murderer and thief,\\nAnd Watalee is wed to grief.\\nThey came upon him unaware,\\nAnd slew him for his quarry there;\\nBut not until his bended bow\\nSent one to meet the ravens; so!\\n72", "height": "4613", "width": "2943", "jp2-path": "runesofredrace00rieh_0084.jp2"}, "83": {"fulltext": "She would have stretched him in the dust,\\nBut old Ouasaga saw the thrust\\nAnd parried it with practiced skill:\\nNay, child, a woman must not kill,\\nHe said, and led her by the arm,\\nTo shelter, safe from chance of harm.\\nBefell another evil chance\\nAs by malignant circumstance,\\nThat night, which called Ouasaga thence,\\nAnd left the girl without defence.\\nA courier up the river came\\nAnd said, in great Ouatoga s name,\\nThe sage must come without delay\\nUnto the Chieftain, miles away,\\nWhere he should give his counsel for\\nThe prospect of a tribal war.\\nMy daughter, said he, would that I\\nMight tarry with you, and defy\\nThe troubles that do harass thee,\\nBut here art safe, and even he\\nWho murdered thy betrothed would dare\\nNot harm thee by a single hair.\\nBe brave; you need not e en betray\\nMy absence for a single day.\\n73", "height": "4606", "width": "2943", "jp2-path": "runesofredrace00rieh_0085.jp2"}, "84": {"fulltext": "He sought to steal away, but no,\\nLynx-eyed Makala saw him go,\\nAnd instantly his crafty mind\\nA sinister campaign designed.\\nUpon the morrow, ere the sun\\nShone fairly o er the Eastern hills,\\nHe sought Ouasaga s tent as one\\nWhose soul with purest rapture thrills.\\nAwake he cried, fair Watalee,\\nAnd mark what I have brought for thee.\\nThen from his girdle he unrolled\\nA beaded string of sparkling gold.\\nPrithee accept my tribute rare\\nAnd these bright beads about thy hair\\nShall make thee envied ceaselessly,\\nIf thou wilt cast thy lot with me,\\nWhere got you this? she sternly said;\\nHast robbed some temple of the dead?\\nNay, cruel maid, thy chiding save;\\nA greater than Ouasaga gave\\nTo me his secret, and revealed\\nWhere he this treasure had concealed.\\nHe came here many seasons past,\\nA wanderer from out the vast\\n74", "height": "4613", "width": "2943", "jp2-path": "runesofredrace00rieh_0086.jp2"}, "85": {"fulltext": "Wide sunset regions, where he found\\nThese shining beads upon the ground\\nBy rushing rivers; thence he bore\\nThem with him to this distant shore.\\nAnd, dying, left them all to me,\\nThat I might win fair Watalee.\\nWho woos with murder in his eyes,\\nWoos not for love, the maid replied,\\nAnd I will nothing have of thee.\\nSo be it, vixen, none shall see\\nThis wealth of rarest beads again,\\nAnd you shall rue the hour when\\nYou cut Makala with your scorn;\\nHis vengeance is a gnawing thorn,\\nAnd old Ouasaga is not here\\nTo guard thee with his magic seer.\\nE en so it proved, and deftly done,\\nThe ruling gossips soon were won\\nTo spread the feast another night,\\nSo he could conquer if he might;\\nBut when the fateful moment came\\nAnd he returned to press his claim,\\nThe look of loathing on her face\\nSpoke all the hatred of her race;\\n75", "height": "4606", "width": "2943", "jp2-path": "runesofredrace00rieh_0087.jp2"}, "86": {"fulltext": "And when he with assurance said,\\nI have you now, she turned and fled.\\nHe followed quick with maddened pace,\\nAnd to the river led the race,\\nWhere by the builder s boat she knew\\nThe moorings of a light canoe,\\nQuickly embarked, her paddle flashed\\nAnd out upon the waters dashed.\\nThus upward and athwart the stream\\nShe flew, the surface all agleam\\nAbout her, and some lengths behind\\nCame her tormentor like the wind!\\nA race for life and liberty,\\nAnd those who watched, aghast, to see\\nIts awful import, prayed the girl\\nMight somehow yet escape her peril.\\nBut one who held a broader view\\nBeheld him foul her frail canoe,\\nAnd saw her leap for life, then tossed\\nA moment on the waves, then lost;\\nAnd they beside the river s crest\\nHeard: Watalee has gone to rest.\\nAnd what of him, the doubly curst,\\nOf Indian outcasts now the worst?\\n76", "height": "4613", "width": "2943", "jp2-path": "runesofredrace00rieh_0088.jp2"}, "87": {"fulltext": "He dared not to the tribe return,\\nForedoomed upon the stake to burn.\\nThe watchers saw him reach the shore,\\nAnd no one e er beheld him more.\\nBnt when that night the dismal cry\\nOf lion gorged with human blood\\nWas heard upon the hills on high\\nThroughout that vast and lonely wood,\\nEach warrior to his neighbor said,\\nWith meaning glance, Makala s dead\\nAnd, thinking of his doings fell,\\nMethinks they added: It is well.\\nIt was a welcome sad that met\\nOuasaga on his home return;\\nAnd none there was who cared to set\\nWatalee s friendly fires to burn.\\nSlowly they told, with halting breath,\\nThe story of the maiden s death,\\nWhile many came to share his grief\\nAnd give their sympathy s relief.\\nAnd when her funeral pyre at night\\nWas kindled, many came to light\\nTheir mourning tokens in the flame;\\nAnd with the rest a shadow came,\\n77", "height": "4606", "width": "2943", "jp2-path": "runesofredrace00rieh_0089.jp2"}, "88": {"fulltext": "The like of him who took her life,\\nIn seeming agony of strife;\\nA moment stood as if in pain,\\nThen raised its hands in gesture vain,\\nTurned and strode off upon the stream,\\nRetracing, in its troubled dream,\\nThe passage of that ill-starred race.\\nE en to the fatal meeting place,\\nWhen, with a wail from echo drawn,\\nIt pointed upward and was gone.\\nAgain and thrice again it came,\\nAnd once it spoke Watalee s name,\\nBut none who listened ever heard\\nOne sound beyond a single word.\\nOne charming day, while still they wept,\\nOuasaga, who of late had kept\\nLong, lonely watches on the height,\\nSent up a shout of great delight,\\nAnd pointed wildly up the stream,\\nWhere, shining in the golden gleam\\nOf sunlight, gliding into view,\\nThey saw a score of great canoes\\nWith spreading wings of snowy white;\\nNot all partook the sere s delight,\\n78", "height": "4613", "width": "2943", "jp2-path": "runesofredrace00rieh_0090.jp2"}, "89": {"fulltext": "As some were seized with qualms of fear,\\nWhile others went for bow and spear,\\nBut he was mightier than all\\nAnd held them with a master-thrall,\\nCommanding: Peace! receive with me\\nThe messenger from Watalee.\\nThus chanced it that the brave Marquette,\\nAnd followers, that auspicious clay,\\nFirst white men of the world to ride\\nThe rolling Mississippi s tide,\\nFound such warm welcome and good cheer\\nAnd faith among the Indians here.\\nWhile humoring their own belief,\\nHe taught them of the Great White Chief,\\nWho, biding high up over all,\\nIs mindful of each creature s fall,\\nWith mercy deep and vengeance strong,\\nTo bless the right and punish wrong.\\nYes, Watalee had surely found,\\nEre now, the Happy Hunting Ground,\\nAnd she would send a certain sign\\nWhich, through the Manitou divine,\\nShould be to them a pledge of peace\\nWhereby their grief for her might cease.\\n*Note XIr\u00e2\u0080\u0094Appendix.", "height": "4606", "width": "2943", "jp2-path": "runesofredrace00rieh_0091.jp2"}, "90": {"fulltext": "Long did the paleface chieftain stay,\\nAnd when he took his onward way\\nFull many a token of good will,\\nOf trinkets wrought by native skill,\\nThe voyagers received, and gave\\nIn kind, beside the peaceful wave;\\nBut ere they hoist the speeding sail,\\nThey left their blessing o er the vale.\\nScarce had the squadron passed from view,\\nWhen some one in the concourse drew\\nAttention to a fair, white bird,\\nAnd all stood silent; not a word\\nOf comment fell from any lips;\\nHere was a picture to eclipse\\nAll wonders, and with raptured eye\\nThey viewed the vision passing by.\\nA swan it was, so white and fair\\nThat none of all who lingered there\\nHad ever seen its like before;\\nAnd when it touched the distant shore\\nAnd disappeared, Ouasaga smiled,\\nAnd wept, as any little child,\\nA convert to the faith as pure\\nAs any tutor might secure.\\n80", "height": "4613", "width": "2943", "jp2-path": "runesofredrace00rieh_0092.jp2"}, "91": {"fulltext": "Not for a moment questioned he\\nBut twas the sign from Watalee\\nWhich the white father had foretold,\\nAnd it was all his heart could hold.\\nAgain and yet again it came,\\nAnd Watalee they called its name.\\nBut lastly, just as day was done,\\nIt sailed as from the setting sun,\\nA vision in the evenshine,\\nAnd sang a matin so divine,\\nSo pure and rare with music sweet,\\nWho heard it, stood with pinioned feet\\nAnd marveled that their common ears\\nCould catch such raptures of the spheres.\\nOuasaga, trembling, raised his eyes\\nIn reverence to the crystal skies;\\nAnd then it seemed the wondrous throat\\nWas stranded on the final note.\\nIt ceased, though yet a moment long,\\nThey caught the echoes of the song,\\nAnd then the bird of snowy plume\\nWas merged within the gathering gloom,\\nAnd never to the eyes of men\\nWas that fair scene revealed again.", "height": "4606", "width": "2943", "jp2-path": "runesofredrace00rieh_0093.jp2"}, "92": {"fulltext": "The gemcm af the I^ake*\\nA Legend of the Far West\\nTIS true, white brother, what they speak,\\nthe friendly warrior said,\\nThe serpent woman of the lake lias given up\\nher dead.\\nThey found him in the stunted reeds that fringe\\nthe shallow shore,\\nA thing that moons of ages past has never seen\\nbefore,\\nAnd not an Indian in the land had held the story\\ntrue,\\nHad he not seen it, as did I, who tells the tale\\nto you.\\nOn fair Wyoming s upland plains, where cloud-\\ncapped summits rise\\nFrom verdant vale in whose embrace the Lake of\\nHatton lies,\\n*Note XII.\u00e2\u0080\u0094 Appendix.\\n82", "height": "4613", "width": "2943", "jp2-path": "runesofredrace00rieh_0094.jp2"}, "93": {"fulltext": "This weird, strange legend is revered in supersti-\\ntious awe\\nBy all the native Indian tribes, by whose un-\\nwritten law\\nIt was decreed that none should speak, on pain\\nof instant death,\\nThe name of her, the evil one, who held her\\ncourt beneath\\nThe crystal surface of the lake, as sovereign of\\nthe dead,\\nA demon fair in woman s form, but crowned with\\nserpent s head.\\nMidway between the shores, deep down where\\nplummet never fell,\\nWithin a jewel -lighted cave, she was content to\\ndwell,\\nNor ever sought the surface save to bask in\\nsummer sun,\\nOr when her minions brought her word of mis-\\nchief to be done.\\nIn ages past a maiden fair, the tribal sages\\ntell,\\nLoved as a woman sometimes does, not wisely\\nbut too well,\\n83", "height": "4606", "width": "2943", "jp2-path": "runesofredrace00rieh_0095.jp2"}, "94": {"fulltext": "And when her days of gladness came to sorrow\\nand despair,\\nShe disappeared one gloomy night, and then the\\nfatal snare\\nFirst lured the hunter to his doom, who in his\\nfrail canoe\\nWas tempted midway o er the lake, and thence\\nwas dragged from view.\\nSo oft this tragedy recurred that sorrow spread,\\nand woe\\nCame into many a home tepee, and no one dared\\nto go\\nUpon the waters. Yet there came oft strangers\\nwho, unwarned,\\nWere lured to an ignoble fate; and yet a few\\nwho scorned\\nThe prowess of the evil thing, went out to meet\\ntheir doom,\\nTill none might count the host that slept within\\nthat watery tomb.\\nShe held in bond of fealty the snakes and lizards,\\nand\\nThey spied on all was said of her, with gift to\\nunderstand;\\n8 4", "height": "4613", "width": "2943", "jp2-path": "runesofredrace00rieh_0096.jp2"}, "95": {"fulltext": "The genii, sprites and fairy forms the nether world\\nthat hold,\\nAnd fish and fowl were subject to the magic she\\ncontrolled,\\nAll being agents to avenge, with penalty of\\ndeath,\\nThe utterance of her proper name, with e en the\\nfaintest breath.\\nWho rashly spoke that fateful word on life had\\nfickle hold:\\nBy piercing fangs or poison stings his fate was\\nshortly told,\\nAnd sorrow must pursue the tribe until, or soon\\nor late,\\nThey cast the body in the lake her ire to\\nsatiate.\\nSo certain was the punishment that e en the\\ndeepest shame\\nOf cowardice could not provoke the whisper of\\nthat name.\\nThe learned sachems often met in council, to\\ndivine\\nSome satisfying sacrifice to turn her fell design,\\n85", "height": "4606", "width": "2943", "jp2-path": "runesofredrace00rieh_0097.jp2"}, "96": {"fulltext": "Until they learned that she but sought her lost\\nlove to proclaim,\\nTo find a man of honest soul and pure, and\\nspotless name;\\nYet this she could not hope to do, and while\\nher quest should fail,\\nAll sacrifices they might bring would be of no\\navail.\\nThus held the monster of the deep her gloomy\\ndynasty,\\nAnd never could the nations hope to cut her\\nfetters free\\nBut often when the tide of war brought cap-\\ntives to their hands,\\nThey gaye them to the evil one, in thrall of\\nleathern bands,\\nAnd many an uninvited guest went down be-\\nneath the wave,\\nTo meet the woman fiend within her subter-\\nranean cave.\\nWhen at her will she might command the wild-\\nfowl of the air,\\nThey proved the surest instruments of her so\\nfatal snare;\\n86", "height": "4613", "width": "2943", "jp2-path": "runesofredrace00rieh_0098.jp2"}, "97": {"fulltext": "Since lovers of the chase she sought, by old\\nremembrance drawn,\\nAs like to meet her cherished wish. But now\\nher might was gone,\\nA traveller had crossed the lake and landed all\\nsecure,\\nAnd this recovered body made her downfall\\ndoubly sure.\\nThe long lost lover has been found, again\\nthe warrior said,\\nOr never had the haunted waves thus given\\nup the dead.\\nNow need the hunter in his quest avoid the\\ndeep no more,\\nAnd fearless he may fix his camp upon the\\ngrassy shore;\\nThe serpent-woman is appeased, since all her\\nsorcery\\nIs centered in her new-found love, and Hatton\\nLake is free.\\n87", "height": "4606", "width": "2943", "jp2-path": "runesofredrace00rieh_0099.jp2"}, "98": {"fulltext": "a\\nThx arraignment xrf\\nY\\\\7HAT answer, prisoner at the bar,\\nHave you to make? The charges are\\nAs plaintiff states, that yestermorn\\nYou stole from him a sack of corn,\\nAnd when arrested in the field\\nYou stubbornly refused to yield\\nThe booty, and by force of arm\\nDid do the owner facial harm.\\nThe deed, if so, is one the book\\nOf justice may not overlook,\\nYet, in the law, you have this chance\\nTo make your plea of self-defense;\\nBe therefore plain, and briefly tell,\\nIn your own language, what befell.\\nSo spoke the Justice; in the court\\nThe throng of idlers, by report\\nOf probable diversion drawn,\\nSurveyed with curious gaze the wan,\\n*Note XIII. Appendix.", "height": "4613", "width": "2943", "jp2-path": "runesofredrace00rieh_0100.jp2"}, "99": {"fulltext": "Stern features of the luckless man\\nThus brought beneath the legal ban.\\nBut, meeting once those fearless eyes,\\nIndifference turned to deep surprise:\\nHere was no vagrant, common thief;\\nUpon that brow both time and grief\\nHad left their mark; the ruthless storm\\nOf years had marred the stalwart form,\\nYet time, nor grief, nor garb he wore\\nCould long conceal the stamp he bore\\nIn every line of form and face,\\nOf that most persecuted race,\\nDespoiled long since of these fair lands\\nWhere gleam the midland valley sands.\\nAt first he answered not a word,\\nAs if, indeed, he had not heard;\\nThen, glancing slowly round the room,\\nHis features, like a cloud of doom\\nSweeping before the prairie fire,\\nForetold his burst of savage ire!\\nAnd I should answer here, he said,\\nTo justice! No; my skin is red,\\nRed with the blood of those who came\\nFirst to these lands, and red with shame\\n89", "height": "4606", "width": "2943", "jp2-path": "runesofredrace00rieh_0101.jp2"}, "100": {"fulltext": "For what these eyes have made me see\\nSince late the Spirit prompted me\\nTo journey from the hills afar\\nWhere now my driven people are,\\nTo mark that point the stories tell\\nWhere my brave sire, fighting, fell.\\nAm I a thief? I took the maize\\nThis varmint was allowed to raise\\nOn land that held my father s bones.\\nI even marked the pebble stones\\nPlaced on the grave to guard the dead\\nFrom beasts of prey, torn from their bed\\nBy these man-wolves, who digged beneath\\nTo find the beads and wampum wreath\\nThat, when the worthy warrior died,\\nHis fellows buried by his side.\\nI found these relics all about\\nWhere he had delved and thrown them out,\\nAnd left them, when he did not find\\nTrinkets to satisfy his mind.\\nWhat does the white man s law for knaves\\nWho rob the dead and open graves?\\nAll this 1 saw, all this and more,\\nWhen this vile creature came before\\ngo", "height": "4613", "width": "2943", "jp2-path": "runesofredrace00rieh_0102.jp2"}, "101": {"fulltext": "My eyes, and struck, and called me thief.\\nMy heart was sore and sad with grief;\\nI felled him as I would a beast,\\nAnd I am shamed to have released\\nMy hold, until his corpse displaced\\nThe bones whose grave he had disgraced.\\nLong since I learned, a small papoose\\nIn captive school, the white man s use\\nOf language, and his shameless arts,\\nToo vile for simple, savage hearts.\\nFor him your justice does not fall\\nWho robs the Indian of his all;\\nBut when a wanderer claims his bread\\nFrom sacred soil, or shields his dead,\\nThe venom of your vilest wrath\\nMust strike him in his weary path.\\n4 I talk not of defiance; nay,\\nThe stronger arm must have its sway;\\nThe Indian s fighting days are past!\\nHis doom was sealed, his fate forecast,\\nWhen, first deceived, he did not smite\\nThe hand that tricked him. May the might\\nOf every blow that cowards fear\\nBe on his head who brought me here.\\n91", "height": "4606", "width": "2943", "jp2-path": "runesofredrace00rieh_0103.jp2"}, "102": {"fulltext": "He finished, and with heaving chest\\nAnd folded arms across his breast,\\nStood gazing through and over all,\\nDisdainful of his present thrall,\\nA picture of divine despair;\\nE en as the panther in its lair,\\nSore wounded and without defense,\\nDefying every consequence,\\nAnd hurling in the face of death\\nA challenge with its parting breath.\\nAwed was the court; no sound was heard;\\nThe counsel offered not a word\\nOf questioning; the Justice grave\\nSeemed striving to suppress the wave\\nOf sentiment that cast its thrall,\\nSo strangely potent, over all;\\nBut when, at length, the spell had ceased,\\nHe said, The prisoner is released.\\nAnd from that motley concourse, then,\\nThere rose a fervent, glad Amen.\\nQ2", "height": "4613", "width": "2943", "jp2-path": "runesofredrace00rieh_0104.jp2"}, "103": {"fulltext": "w\\nAt Stanted Hrrrk*\\nE stand upon the beetling cliff,\\nAbove the silent stream,\\nWhere now the fisher in his skiff\\nRows through the sunset gleam\\nAnd fair below, to north and west,\\nThe valley stretches far,\\nGrass-covered, to the distant crest,\\nWhere thrifty hamlets are.\\nSoft comes the chime of vesper-bell,\\nWhile gentle breezes blow\\nAnd in the swaying cedars tell\\nThis tale of long ago.\\nSo eerie is the time and place\\nThat mirth is all suppresst,\\nWhile standing o er the narrow space\\nWhere nameless warriors rest.\\nNote XIV. Appendix.\\n93", "height": "4606", "width": "2943", "jp2-path": "runesofredrace00rieh_0105.jp2"}, "104": {"fulltext": "Tis but to pause, to sigh and say\\nOne sentence of regret\\nFor those brave hearts, whose ruling day,\\nLike yonder sun, has set;\\nYet, as we break the mystic spell\\nAnd turn to the descent,\\nThe echo of their last farewell,\\nIn all its grave portent,\\nComes faintly to the listening ear,\\nAs if to vindicate\\nThe cause of them who slumber here,\\nIn martyrdom of fate.\\nThey did but struggle for their own,\\nAnd fell as much admired\\nAs e er who gained the victor s throne,\\nIn regal robes attired.\\nAnd down the royal steeps of time\\nTheir inspiration comes,\\nWinged with the force of truth sublime\\nFrom nature s living tomes,\\nThat, though the foe may scale the height,\\nAnd in his might prevail,\\nThey, standing firm for life and right,\\nAre victors, though they fail.\\n94", "height": "4613", "width": "2943", "jp2-path": "runesofredrace00rieh_0106.jp2"}, "105": {"fulltext": "These warriors live in storied page\\nOf legendary fame,\\nThe heroes of their day and age!\\nTheir conquerors who came\\nSo proudly, perished in the vast\\nOf trackless wood and plain,\\nWith none to honor, or at last\\nTo sing their sad refrain.\\n95", "height": "4606", "width": "2943", "jp2-path": "runesofredrace00rieh_0107.jp2"}, "106": {"fulltext": "The Title la America\\nDEFORE the Grand Assize was brought\\nThe question of the nation s right\\nTo hold the native acres, wrought\\nFrom Indian hands, by force of might.\\nAnd now, your Honor, counsel said,\\nThe case is open to debate\\nWherein the lands that we have read.\\nEmbracing every sovereign State,\\nAre sought in deed of title clear\\nAnd fee, to Uncle Sam s estate;\\nAnd the defendants, failing here,\\nForfeit the right to litigate.\\nWe call their counsel to respond,\\nAnd let them show, if now, indeed,\\nThey hold a point of law beyond,\\nThat anv civil court should heed.\\n96", "height": "4613", "width": "2943", "jp2-path": "runesofredrace00rieh_0108.jp2"}, "107": {"fulltext": "Nay, I, by legal courtesy/\\nThe younger barrister replied,\\nAppointed to defend the plea,\\nHave naught to offer, nor to hide.\\nMy client and his heirs are dead;\\nThis great, wide nation is their grave;\\nIn every State their blood is shed;\\nYet, the usurper s fame to save,\\nI will, as prima facie proofs\\nOf death of former lords appear,\\nWrite my indorsement in the woofs\\nAs their quit-claim to title clear.\\nSo hath the Red Man got his dues,\\nFor these broad acres we enjoy;\\nAnd wampum he was wont to use\\nServes as a passing children s toy.\\n97", "height": "4606", "width": "2943", "jp2-path": "runesofredrace00rieh_0109.jp2"}, "108": {"fulltext": "w\\nThe Hrart rtf \u00c2\u00a9W Hickxrrg*\\nHAT ho! old friend! art dying, too?\\nWhen last my feet were stayed\\nBeside this mound of sacred trust\\nI marked an ample shade,\\nWhile now that rugged trunk is bare,\\nAnd, pointing to the sky,\\nThose branches, erst so green and fair,\\nAre leafless and awry.\\nHow well I mind those random days\\nOf effervescent joys,\\nWhen we were wont to tarry here,\\nAs happy girls and boys,\\nTo marvel at thy sturdy growth\\nIn childhood s careless way,\\nAnd called thee Monarch of the Woods,\\nWith nothing to gainsay.\\n*Note XV. Appendix.\\n9 S", "height": "4613", "width": "2943", "jp2-path": "runesofredrace00rieh_0110.jp2"}, "109": {"fulltext": "And when the secret was revealed\\nBy one who, delving, found,\\nIn half- amalgamated dust,\\nThe meaning of the mound\\nAnd thy surmounting majesty,\\nHow proud we were to know\\nSo much of that unwritten lore\\nHere marked, so long ago.\\nAh, yes! I see it plainly now;\\nThy mourning for the brave,\\nThe stern companionship of them\\nWhose bones in yonder grave\\nLong since uncovered to disgrace,\\nWere claimed by ruthless hands,\\nHath touched thee to the quick of life;\\nAnd this old trunk that stands\\nYet firm in process of decay,\\nProlongs their last appeal\\nFor right of eminent domain,\\nThat time cannot anneal.\\nAs fell the Red Man, guarding still\\nThe customs of his race,\\nHis forest prototype hath gone\\nTo its appointed place.\\n09", "height": "4606", "width": "2943", "jp2-path": "runesofredrace00rieh_0111.jp2"}, "110": {"fulltext": "The heart of hickory theirs, that knew\\nNo bending but to break,\\nAnd, parting, left a void of force\\nThat Nature ne er can make\\nCongenial, and the hickory heart\\nThat guarded their retreat\\nE en so defies the conquering host\\nAnd crumbles at their feet.\\nSome force of stern, primeval law\\nIs here, more broad and deep\\nThan all inductive might of mind\\nMay compass in its sweep;\\nThe strength was given to destroy,\\nBut not to make amends,\\nOr comprehend the horoscope\\nOf what this theme portends.\\nThis only may we understand,\\nThat majesty had fled\\nIn that grotesque affinity,\\nRevealed through faces dead;\\nAnd nothing in the scope of care,\\nNor any touch of art,\\nCan save the hickory from its doom\\nTo share the Indian s part.", "height": "4613", "width": "2943", "jp2-path": "runesofredrace00rieh_0112.jp2"}, "111": {"fulltext": "How far that moral shall prevail,\\nIf there will come a time\\nWhen we must feel the hand of fate\\nAs crushingly sublime,\\nExacting even recompense,\\nAlas! we may not tell,\\nAnd dare but hope at last to hear\\nThe watchword: It is well/", "height": "4606", "width": "2943", "jp2-path": "runesofredrace00rieh_0113.jp2"}, "112": {"fulltext": "Fetter Fror\\n4 4 |\\\\JAY, we may not tarry longer in my brother s\\nshining halls,\\nFor the Indian soon grows weary of your suffo-\\ncating walls,\\nPiled in rows of baked adobe, making up the\\nmighty town;\\nWe have seen the Great White Father, and\\nhis power and renown\\nMust respect the poor petition that we came to\\nlay before\\nHim in council, interceding that he desecrate\\nno more\\nOf the scanty reservation for the Nation set\\naside,\\nTo the greed of his invaders, who our homes\\nwould override.\\nPeace be with the pale -face brother; may he\\nnever be bereft,\\nNor deny our right of title to the little we\\nhave left.", "height": "4613", "width": "2943", "jp2-path": "runesofredrace00rieh_0114.jp2"}, "113": {"fulltext": "Bring the ponies now, brave warriors; let us\\nmount again and feel\\nProud and peerless, as the pebbles crunch be-\\nneath the mustangs heel;\\nTo the broad, unmeasured prairies, where the\\neagle s piercing note\\nSounds his challenge of derision to the cow-\\nardly coyote.\\nFree as air and wind and weather, let us live\\nit out, and scorn,\\nAs our fathers did before us, all commands of\\nservice born\\nShame the pale-face in his palace, and the\\nManitou on high\\nWill preserve the Indian s freedom, though, de-\\nfending it, we die.\\n103", "height": "4606", "width": "2943", "jp2-path": "runesofredrace00rieh_0115.jp2"}, "114": {"fulltext": "Thx HU ail of an InxliEtt djxtmt*\\nVES, paleface, me will take the coin you give,\\nThough nothing to my people ever came\\nOf good through yours; but Helahdee must live,\\nIf only thus to show the Indian s shame\\nOf shameless degradation and decay,\\nThrough evil Mahho of the white man s art;\\nThat took my husband and brave youths away,\\nWith poison keener than the venom dart.\\nHow have we suffered, dare you ask of me?\\nO, that my lost Matotopa were here;\\nBut yonder his Pokomokon, long free,\\nHangs with Mahkee, dust covered. Have no\\nfear,\\nAn Indian mother may not strike the foe,\\nNot even to avenge her murdered sons;\\nAnd even Helahdee would bide her woe\\nThat from her heart, a bloodless fountain, runs.\\n*Note XVI.\u00e2\u0080\u0094 Appendix.\\n104", "height": "4613", "width": "2943", "jp2-path": "runesofredrace00rieh_0116.jp2"}, "115": {"fulltext": "Long since Petemday and Maloheho\\nHave joined them on the Happy Hunting\\nGrounds,\\nAnd Ampah and Warrahpa soon must go\\nWith Shakoko and Koka to the bounds\\nOf that high world, Kopeskoday that sings;\\nWhere grows Wukmiser from the unturned sod,\\nAnd where Marahka s kindly favor brings\\nMore generous favors than the white man s\\nGod.\\nHere once was fair, when all the hills were green\\nAnd prairies stretched beyond Mahsishe s flight,\\nAnd in the vales the grazing herds were seen\\nThe Indian s meat and comfort, life and light;\\nWhen uncorrupted here he ruled supreme\\nAnd knew no danger in his native art;\\nHis mind unclouded by the fatal dream\\nOf deadlier weapons than his honest dart.\\nBut came Okeechedee, the white man s friend,\\nAnd brought the demon waters in his hand,\\nTo steal the warrior s reason, and pretend\\nTo trade; and robbed him of his native land.\\n105", "height": "4606", "width": "2943", "jp2-path": "runesofredrace00rieh_0117.jp2"}, "116": {"fulltext": "The Father s simple child, he could not tell\\nThat he who spoke so fairly was a thief;\\nAnd through his free-born charity, he fell;\\nWhat more to say? Spare now a Meha s grief.\\nWe weep alone, unpitied and unwept,\\nBy them who laid our warriors in the dust;\\nAnd widowed all the days since they have slept,\\nWe pray the Father s compensation just.\\nSo sits Helahdee, prating in her age\\nTo every comer to her lone tepee\\nRead we the tale, and blushing, turn the page,\\nFor truths that burn are never soft to see.\\n1 06", "height": "4613", "width": "2943", "jp2-path": "runesofredrace00rieh_0118.jp2"}, "117": {"fulltext": "Hllescug and ^ITakchun\\nA Legend of Indian Summer\\nDHHOLD, Wakehon dreams again; Weseng\\nhas touched his eye;\\nCan not my brother see him nod, behind the\\nhazy sky?\\nMatotopa is old, more old than all the white\\nman s ways;\\nYet may he smoke his pipe of peace and tell\\nof older days.\\nYes, many, many moons ago when first my\\nfathers came\\nIt was, when they beheld him droop, the\\nmighty one by name,\\nSaw clouds of smoke obscure his face, his eye,\\nno longer clear,\\nLook stupidly upon the earth, unfit to be\\nsevere.\\n107", "height": "4606", "width": "2943", "jp2-path": "runesofredrace00rieh_0119.jp2"}, "118": {"fulltext": "Glad had the days of harvest been, the for-\\nests broad and still,\\nDid teem with game of every kind to tempt\\nthe hunter s skill;\\nThe fields all brown with husks of maize, and\\nran the rivers clear\\nWith plenty, where the fisher went to wield\\nhis agile spear.\\nWell had Ta-ren-ya-wago wrought, with Wa-\\nkehon, the sun,\\nAnd proudly he surveyed his work of all the\\nseasons, done;\\nHis temper had been fair and true, and so had\\nprospered all,\\nWith naught to hinder through his wrath when\\nblighting storms befall;\\nHe smiled upon the Medway feasts, where all\\nthe people came\\nTo dance the month of Sturgeon out, and praise\\nthe Sun-God s fame.\\n1 08", "height": "4613", "width": "2943", "jp2-path": "runesofredrace00rieh_0120.jp2"}, "119": {"fulltext": "But now he had been all too kind, so mus-\\ning, he declared,\\nThey must repay the Manitou, who in his grace\\nhad fared!\\nAye, even as these warrior braves, his spirit\\nwould unbend;\\nBy means becoming, he must think, how best\\nto reach this end.\\nThen lighted he his calumet,\u00e2\u0080\u0094 his mighty pipe\\nof peace,\\nAnd gathered through the soothing draught a\\nplan of glad release.\\nTis well/ he cried, 1 will away across the\\nmellow plains\\nTo find my brother Peboan, the Winter, where\\nhe reigns,\\nAnd we together shall unite to blight these\\nverdant leaves,\\nTo choke the rivers where they run, and crush\\nthese golden sheaves;\\nlog", "height": "4606", "width": "2943", "jp2-path": "runesofredrace00rieh_0121.jp2"}, "120": {"fulltext": "The snows shall fly and winds shall blow, and\\nover all the land\\nNo saucy birds shall sing their songs, where\\nfrozen wigwams stand.\\nThe patient Seegwun, he of Spring, shall labor\\nwith his might,\\nAnd 1 shall laugh to see his pains to set my\\nmischief right/\\nBut soon, alas for Wakehon, unused to heavy\\nthought,\\nHe wearied and was overcome by Weseng, sly,\\nwho brought\\nHis magic wand of sleep, and sealed his eyes\\nin peaceful rest,\\nAnd left him; while the merry world smiled at\\nthe royal jest.\\nThe winds laughed softly in the woods, and\\nNature paused, well pleased,\\nConspiring to prolong the spell, her every want\\nappeased,", "height": "4613", "width": "2943", "jp2-path": "runesofredrace00rieh_0122.jp2"}, "121": {"fulltext": "While still the Sun-God smoked and dreamed,\\nand from his calumet\\nThe wreaths of somber haze arose, till all the\\nhills were set\\nAs in a mist of falling spray, and everything\\ndefied\\nThe wrath of lazy Wakehon, who wakened not\\nto chide.\\nSo came, my brother, what you call the Indian\\nSummer days;\\nMatotopa has smoked his pipe, and now must\\ngo but prays\\nThat when the calumet shall fail, and Wake-\\nhon awakes\\nHis anger may be satisfied through memory that\\ntakes\\nSome reflex from the fading day; and Peboan\\nmay bear\\nNo icy retribution that Seegwun may not repair.", "height": "4606", "width": "2943", "jp2-path": "runesofredrace00rieh_0123.jp2"}, "122": {"fulltext": "NxtbTemEti xrf Xntuxz\\nA MAN by Nature taught to teach\\nHer truest, tenderest art,\\nAnd all his passions, all his hopes,\\nWere near to Nature s heart;\\nUnostentatious in his ways,\\nYet with a soul as fine\\nAs ever brought the ways of man\\nIn touch with the divine;\\nUntutored in the lore of books,\\nBut in those kindly eyes\\nWas more of knowledge, deep and true.\\nThan with the worldly-wise\\nNo thought was his of recompense,\\nNo fear of praise or blame,\\nBut every creature in distress\\nSeemed happy when he came.\\nYet, most of all I honored him,\\nWith selfish fealty,\\nFor his own friendship and esteem,\\nFor what he was to me.", "height": "4613", "width": "2943", "jp2-path": "runesofredrace00rieh_0124.jp2"}, "123": {"fulltext": "", "height": "4606", "width": "2943", "jp2-path": "runesofredrace00rieh_0125.jp2"}, "124": {"fulltext": "Where shozved a narrow cleft\\nOf ingress to the solid rock.\\nBy Nature s forces reft.\\nP- 33-", "height": "4613", "width": "2943", "jp2-path": "runesofredrace00rieh_0126.jp2"}, "125": {"fulltext": "f er F room s Hot", "height": "4606", "width": "2943", "jp2-path": "runesofredrace00rieh_0127.jp2"}, "126": {"fulltext": "1*r;agr;essixro*\\nA May Day Meditation\\nC EATED at the old piano in an hour of careless\\nease,\\nNaught designing, idly thrumming on the faded\\niv ry keys,\\nComes a strain of mystic music, far-familiar,\\nsoft and low,\\nLike the perfume of sweet flowers from the\\nfields of long ago;\\nRunning like a thread of silver through the\\ntangle of the maze\\nThat has marked my life s wayfaring since the\\ndawn of other days,\\nTill I feel its thrall upon me with a firm, resist-\\nless hold,\\nIn a flood of revelations brimming o er with\\nmemory s gold.\\n*Noie XVII. Appendix.\\n114", "height": "4613", "width": "2943", "jp2-path": "runesofredrace00rieh_0128.jp2"}, "127": {"fulltext": "How it touches, how it thrills me in a subtle,\\nstrong embrace,\\nWith its breath of youthful friendships; many\\na half-forgotten face,\\nFair ideals fondly cherished, hopes that lan-\\nguished in their prime,\\nLoves that flourished for a season in a brighter,\\nsunnier clime,\\nFragments of ungarnered fancies pointing toward\\na higher end,\\nTouches of divine emotion that I could not com-\\nprehend,\\nMingled, clamor for expression in the chord of\\niv ry keys,\\nThrough the touch of idle fingers in this hour\\nof careless ease.\\nWafted through my study window on this balmy\\nmorn of May\\nComes the swell of martial music, sounding faint\\nand far away;\\n115", "height": "4606", "width": "2943", "jp2-path": "runesofredrace00rieh_0129.jp2"}, "128": {"fulltext": "And it fills my heart and thrills me with a\\ncadence all its own,\\nKeyed to notes of reminiscence of the heroes\\nwe have known\\nIncidents of brave endurance at the bivouac, on\\nthe field,\\nWhere our soldiers bore the banner of the Union,\\nne er to yield.\\nScenes of valor unrecorded where unnoted mar-\\ntyrs died\\nWhile the night s unfriendly silence e en their\\nparting plea denied.\\nTis the day for their remembrance, when we\\ngo with flag and flowers\\nTo the hillsides where they slumber, mid the\\nglory that is ours\\nIn the fruits of their achievement, to recall their\\nnoble fame\\nAnd to offer each his tribute in the chorus of\\nacclaim.\\nSo the nation pays its tribute, gladly, proudly,\\nonce a year,\\nAnd the day with each returning has a mean-\\ning doubly dear,\\n116", "height": "4613", "width": "2943", "jp2-path": "runesofredrace00rieh_0130.jp2"}, "129": {"fulltext": "While the anthem of fair tribute warms the hearts\\nof them who weep,\\nAnd the May-flowers deck the hillsides where\\nthe fallen heroes sleep.\\nHark, again the tramp of thousands, to the\\nroll of marching drums.\\nWith a new-made hymn of battle, where a\\ngrand young army comes!\\nNow the people turn attention from their trib-\\nutes to the dead\\nTo review the long battalions, where they go\\nwith stately tread,\\nTis another call as holy as the cause of sixty\\none,\\nWhile the veteran sire, surviving, sends his\\nblessing with his son.\\nBut the country stands united for the issues of\\nto-day,\\nAnd the flag they bear to conquest serves alike\\nthe blue and grey.\\nSo the nation, strong, triumphant, takes the\\nfield to meet the foe,\\nFearless in its word proclaiming, e en that all\\nmankind may know,\\n117", "height": "4606", "width": "2943", "jp2-path": "runesofredrace00rieh_0131.jp2"}, "130": {"fulltext": "That the light of human freedom fostered in\\nthis Western world,\\nShines as clear as when oppression from its altar\\nerst was hurled.\\nThus Columbia s sons are marching from the\\nmidlands to the sea,\\nAnd the bugle of their coming sounds the chal-\\nlenge of the Free,\\nKeys the soldier s new evangel, in an anthem as\\nsublime\\nAs the holiest consecration on the muster-rolls\\nof time.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u00a2v p f\u00c2\u00bb K\\nE en again the boys are marching, home return-\\ning from the field,\\nGarbed in all the martial glory of the brave,\\nwho scorned to yield\\nE en the prestige of a battle; while the con-\\nquering heroes crown\\nComes to us through their achievement, in a\\nhalo of renown.\\nProudly we go forth to meet them, all the\\nardor unconcealed\\nThat we gave them when they left us, though\\nas heroes unrevealed.\\n118", "height": "4613", "width": "2943", "jp2-path": "runesofredrace00rieh_0132.jp2"}, "131": {"fulltext": "So again experience teaches that our land in\\ndarkest hour\\nWell may place complete reliance in its sturdy\\nmanhood s flower.\\nFrom the verdant fields of Cuba, and from\\nPorto Rico s ways,\\nAnd the far Pacific Islands, swells a new-born\\nsong of praise,\\nKeyed to long familiar music, writ with Free-\\ndom s golden pen,\\nAs a theme of inspiration to this world of\\nwarring men.\\nSo our heritage of promise from the days that\\nwent before\\nYet augments the nation s grandeur, growing\\nstill to more and more!\\nThus the language of progression seals the story\\nof the past;\\nAnd a people s proud possession aye shall hold\\nits meaning fast.\\nixg", "height": "4606", "width": "2943", "jp2-path": "runesofredrace00rieh_0133.jp2"}, "132": {"fulltext": "mXuixHt af lire TOansr\\nA Tale of the Cuban War of Independence\\no\\nN Olayita s fatal field,\\nWhere hero s blood was shed to shield\\nThe patriot army, forced to yield,\\nWhen Spanish legions came\\nA tablet by the mountain side\\nMarks where a woman s heart defied\\nThe spoilers of her home, and died\\nFor Cuba s name and fame.\\nWhen from Havana s buttressed walls,\\nWhere tyrants ruled in gilded halls,\\nWeyler proclaimed his iron thralls\\nNew from the court of Spain,\\nAnd gave his raiders bluff command\\nTo slaughter with unsparing hand;\\nThe fairest homes in all the land\\nWere leveled to the plain!", "height": "4613", "width": "2943", "jp2-path": "runesofredrace00rieh_0134.jp2"}, "133": {"fulltext": "No manse in all the wide domain\\nOf Santa Clara ever gained\\nA prouder heritage than reigned\\nAt Agramonte Hall;\\nBut when the rapine of the sword\\nCame down with the invading horde,\\nIt fell, though its intrepid lord\\nHad loyal been withal.\\nWith murder lurking in the air,\\nNo plea was marked, no fervent prayer\\nFor clemency was heeded there;\\nThe Captain s grim behest\\nWas filled with ardor in the trust\\nOf compensation from the dust\\nOf plunder, and the savage lust\\nThat thrills the craven s breast.\\nSo fell the house, and floors were red\\nWith blood of its defenders dead,\\nAnd none escaped, save one, who fled\\nIn terror to the wood;\\nWithin her heart the raging pain\\nOf sorrow, sprung from crimson stain\\nOf slaughter, crying out in vain\\nAgainst the crime of blood.", "height": "4606", "width": "2943", "jp2-path": "runesofredrace00rieh_0135.jp2"}, "134": {"fulltext": "Thus was Matilde, once the queen\\nOf many a noted festal scene\\nWithin her father s house, and e en\\nThe first among the fair,\\nAn orphan of that fateful hour\\nWhen tyranny denied the dower\\nOf freedom, and o ertried the power\\nOf Cubans to forbear.\\nIn bitterness of soul she thought\\nOf what their loyalty had brought,\\nAnd pledged a resolution fraught\\nWith grief-envenomed hate,\\nTo give the best she could command\\nOf means and force of heart and hand,\\nAn offering to her native land,\\nAnd share her country s fate.\\nNone marked the maiden as she sped,\\nOr heard the burning words she said,\\nWho had been reckoned with the dead\\nBeside her fallen sire;\\nBut fortune willed her greater fame,\\nAnd when the patriot army came\\nShe volunteered her family name\\nWith patriotic fire,\\n122", "height": "4613", "width": "2943", "jp2-path": "runesofredrace00rieh_0136.jp2"}, "135": {"fulltext": "When Maceo beheld her there\\nHe paused in momentary prayer\\nThat war s great ravages might spare\\nSuch blameless innocence;\\nBut when she told her grewsome tale\\nThe soldier felt his manhood quail\\nAnd pledged his forces to assail\\nThe foe in her defense.\\nBefore the morrow s sun they met,\\nWhen saw the leader with regret\\nThat, where the battle s gauge was set,\\nHe could not hope to win;\\nAnd, seizing victory from defeat,\\nHe gave the order to retreat,\\nBut called for volunteers to meet\\nThe Spaniards rushing in.\\nThen sprang within the blighting storm\\nOf leaden hail, a fragile form,\\nAnd yet a few, with pulse as warm,\\nTheir lives in sacrifice\\nSurrendered there in Cuba s name;\\nMeanwhile the native army came\\nWith reinforcements, to reclaim\\nThe battle s awful price.\\n123", "height": "4606", "width": "2943", "jp2-path": "runesofredrace00rieh_0137.jp2"}, "136": {"fulltext": "Too late! Alas, the dauntless band\\nOf heroes who had dared to stand\\nThe brunt of combat, hand to hand,\\nHad made their last defy;\\nBut one, the foremost of them all,\\nThe bravest, and the last to fall,\\nAsked to surrender, spurned the thrall\\nWith Cuba s battle cry.\\nAnd when, at last, the day was done,\\nThe sanguinary conquest won,\\nThey found her there, the orphaned one,\\nMatilde of the manse.\\nSo sad it was that not an eye\\nWhich saw her thus, in death, was dry;\\nBut something holy from on high\\nShone in that parting glance.\\nThey wrapped her in the silken shroud\\nOf Cuba s flag, in tribute proud,\\nAnd bore her thus, in silence bowed,\\nWith reverence to the grave.\\nBrave Senorita! who shall know\\nHow much the hosts of freedom owe\\nThat mound, where Southern breezes blow\\nFrom soft Atlantic s wave?\\n124", "height": "4613", "width": "2943", "jp2-path": "runesofredrace00rieh_0138.jp2"}, "137": {"fulltext": "A Song ftfr (Ilittm\\npOD speed ye, Cuban patriots!\\nYe hold the self-same cause\\nThat drove Americans to arms,\\nThe highest, holiest laws\\nOf right to cherish, have, and hold,\\nWhat each may gather of life s gold.\\nWhen tyrant greed steps in and says:\\nThe larger tithe is mine,\\nAnd justifies this penalty\\nBy right of might divine;\\nMaking no pledge of fair return,\\nThe fires of hatred quickly burn.\\nAnd out of trying times like these\\nIs patriotism born;\\nGreat armies marshaled, battles fought,\\nAnd dynasties uptorn.\\nSo was it when Cornwallis came,\\nAnd Weyler s fate must be the same.\\nNot long the tyrant can persist,\\nAnd you must win the fight;\\nFor with the modern God of wars\\nTis right that maketh might,\\nWe hearken by the Southern sea,\\nThe glorious message: Cuba s Free.\\n125", "height": "4606", "width": "2943", "jp2-path": "runesofredrace00rieh_0139.jp2"}, "138": {"fulltext": "Tlte Sutlers rcf i\\\\[t ^Xmnt\\nOARK! to the thrum of muffled drum that\\nmarks the funereal tread,\\nIn sorrow bowed beside the shroud which bears\\nthe nation s dead.\\nUnlooked the call that found them all stationed\\nat duty s post;\\nNo parting word of them was heard for those\\nthey honored most;\\nBut o er their graves the sad sea waves that\\nsweep with ocean s swell\\nFrom native land, in accents grand, repeat our\\nproud farewell.\\nWhose er the blame, theirs but the fame of\\nduty nobly done,\\nThough by the might of soldiers right they\\nfired not a gun;\\nTis ours to find if aught designed in treachery-\\nwas there,\\nAnd if so be, on every sea for vengeance to\\ndeclare;\\nBut honor s star, in peace or war, shining,\\nshall never wane\\nFor them who sleep beyond the deep, beside\\nthe Spanish Main.\\n126", "height": "4613", "width": "2943", "jp2-path": "runesofredrace00rieh_0140.jp2"}, "139": {"fulltext": "TtrE Xeux gxmugEl\\n44 ~FO arms! to arms! the summons comes,\\nWhere clear the bugles blow;\\nTo arms! repeat the rolling drums,\\nWe fear not any foe.\\nUnited in one phalanx grand,\\nFrom midland to the sea,\\nTen million soldiers strong, we stand\\nBehind the land s decree.\\nNone ever knew defeat who bore\\nThat flag upon the field;\\nProud victory marches on before,\\nAnd who oppose must yield.\\nOn to Havana! where the stain\\nOf tyranny more deep\\nThan war s dread carnage, saving Spain,\\nMakes all creation weep.\\nAs God s evangel, in the name\\nOf liberty and light,\\nYon flag is chosen to proclaim\\nThe passing of the night.\\nWoe be to any who gainsay\\nIts right, on land or sea,\\nWhile dawns the glory of the day\\nThat sets fair Cuba free.\\n127", "height": "4606", "width": "2943", "jp2-path": "runesofredrace00rieh_0141.jp2"}, "140": {"fulltext": "Faruiartl, FeIIctui (Emtninnuim\\nCORWARD, fellow countrymen, rally for the flag!\\nRaze the Spanish battlements where its colors\\ndrag;\\nSound the knell of tyrant force, strike for liberty,\\nSend the peal of freemen s zeal ringing o er the\\nsea;\\nCheer the wearied patriot host on fair Cuba s isle\\nTo the last victorious charge; bid the orphaned\\nsmile\\nWipe from out the Western world every bloody\\nstain\\nLeft of Spanish villainy; VINDICATE THE\\nMAINE;\\nFight as erst our fathers fought, let the slogan be\\nMight is right for love and light, over land and sea.\\n128", "height": "4613", "width": "2943", "jp2-path": "runesofredrace00rieh_0142.jp2"}, "141": {"fulltext": "ThB -Passing of (fcxxzm\\nLJE is gone, the lion-hearted,\\nFallen when the fight was done;\\nFor his warrior soul departed\\nSounds anew the signal gun.\\nPeace! the noble fight is ended,\\nAnd we pause beside his bier\\nFor the cause which he defended,\\nWith a momentary tear;\\nWhile in tender approbation\\nOf the newest flag that flies,\\nWaits the homage of a nation\\nWhere the gallant Garcia lies.\\n129", "height": "4606", "width": "2943", "jp2-path": "runesofredrace00rieh_0143.jp2"}, "142": {"fulltext": "N\\nTItb (\u00c3\u009crrmtug xtf r $mzz\\nOW soars again the Dove of Peace\\nIn triumph o er this happy land;\\nAnd never bird in glad release\\nProclaimed a victory more grand.\\nIn every war our arms have fought,\\nWhen instruments of peace were signed,\\nWe marked some fair achievement wrought\\nFor betterment of humankind;\\nBut now in every sphere and clime,\\nWhere lately pealed the battle s gun,\\nRings Liberty s enlightened chime,\\nKeyed in accord to God s Well done!\\n130", "height": "4613", "width": "2943", "jp2-path": "runesofredrace00rieh_0144.jp2"}, "143": {"fulltext": "Vttzmz hg tip Wim", "height": "4606", "width": "2943", "jp2-path": "runesofredrace00rieh_0145.jp2"}, "144": {"fulltext": "DY old Kaskaskia s lonesome towers,\\nSurrendered to decay,\\nWe loitered through the random hours\\nThat filled an idle day;\\nAnd, conning the historic lore\\nOf its so bright career,\\nWe marveled as we stood before\\nThose wind-swept ruins drear.\\nHere made the pushing pioneer\\nHis first successful stand,\\nWhen Indians drew the knife, through fear\\nTo lose their chosen land;\\nHere, from a crude, log- fashioned fort\\nAnd wooden palisade,\\nThere rose a town of wide report\\nThe seat of Western trade.\\nWhen other posts v/ere fixed beyond\\nThe river at its gate,\\nAnd when the star of empire dawned\\nUpon the maiden State,\\nTwas here they brought the sov reign seal\\nOf office, and the might\\nOf Justice, tempered to reveal\\nThe scope of learning s light.\\n*Note XVIII.\u00e2\u0080\u0094 Appendix.\\n132", "height": "4613", "width": "2943", "jp2-path": "runesofredrace00rieh_0146.jp2"}, "145": {"fulltext": "So thrifty once, so proud and ware,\\nSo full of life; and now\\nWithin yon church long since no prayer\\nHas marked the sacred vow;\\nGone is the pomp of Church and State,\\nAnd where in gilded halls\\nOnce rang the challenge of debate,\\nThe stalking heron calls.\\nBy slow, insidious, constant wear,\\nThe Mississippi s tide\\nHas swallowed up those acres fair,\\nAs with vindictive pride;\\nAnd comes the time, nor distant far\\nLest special effort saves,\\nWhen these old landmarks as they are\\nMust sink beneath the waves.\\nFarewell, Kaskaskia, we shall hold\\nThy story ever dear,\\nAnd children, when thy fate is told,\\nWill give attentive ear;\\nWe may not analyze thy blight,\\nNor how nor why it came,\\nBut of thy passing Time will write\\nOn finest scrolls of fame.\\n133", "height": "4606", "width": "2943", "jp2-path": "runesofredrace00rieh_0147.jp2"}, "146": {"fulltext": "Tictitr^s rrf Hrxmt\\nCCENES about the old home:\\nNever quite so fair\\nWere they in the old days\\nWhen 1 tarried there.\\nThrough the gates of childhood\\nDown the path of youth,\\nMemory, prone to wander,\\nFinds new forms of truth.\\nErst, within the portals,\\nEre the strife began,\\nEagerly, the boy cried:\\nWhen I am a man.\\nNow, a moment pausing,\\nSate with life s alloy,\\nWistfully the man says:\\nWhen 1 was a boy.\\nAnd these printed pictures,\\nSimple things of art,\\nFind their way and welcome\\nDeep into my heart;\\nStanding as a landmark\\nWhere no light appears,\\nTo my bark reluctant,\\nDrifting with the years.\\n134", "height": "4613", "width": "2943", "jp2-path": "runesofredrace00rieh_0148.jp2"}, "147": {"fulltext": "", "height": "4606", "width": "2943", "jp2-path": "runesofredrace00rieh_0149.jp2"}, "148": {"fulltext": "Scenes about tJic old liome.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0094P. 134-", "height": "4613", "width": "2943", "jp2-path": "runesofredrace00rieh_0150.jp2"}, "149": {"fulltext": "w\\nHENE ER the world s great heart is stirred\\nBy brilliant conquest won,\\nIts pulses beat to cries unheard\\nWhen nobler things were done;\\nNe er shone a deed of great avail\\nAthwart the tide of years,\\nBut marked a stain in Honor s trail,\\nBathed in a nation s tears.\\nWhere virtue glows has evil stood\\nIn contrast of design,\\nIn its own hour accounted good,\\nNor hardly less divine;\\nAnd aye, who first assailed its force,\\nWith might to cry it down,\\nPursued an unresponsive course\\nAnd earned the martyr s crown.\\nMankind moves slowly by degrees,\\nOn life s ascending way;\\nAnd he who writes the best decrees\\nHas little meed to-day.\\nJustice must weep and Mercy pray\\nWith fervor unconcealed,\\nEre, in the light of broader day,\\nThe hero stands revealed.\\n*Note XIX. Appendix.\\n135", "height": "4606", "width": "2943", "jp2-path": "runesofredrace00rieh_0151.jp2"}, "150": {"fulltext": "II.\\nSuch was our Lovejoy; so he braved,\\nWhen none would dare advise,\\nThe darkest consequence, and saved\\nHis country s rarest prize\\nThe right of freemen to proclaim,\\nWith liberty of speech,\\nWhatever truths in honor s name\\nThey may incline to teach.\\nNot of the race he dared defend,\\nDefenseless in their chains,\\nThe ripest fruitage of the end,\\nHis work to-day obtains;\\nThough every grateful heart enshrines\\nHis name all freedmen bless\\nMore brightly through this nation shines\\nIts independent press.\\nPriceless the heritage he gave,\\nAnd we, these many years,\\nIndifferent to the martyr s grave,\\nBring now these tardy tears,\\nWith gift of art in polished stone,\\nTo herald far and wide\\nThose principles which he, alone,\\nFor us defending, died.\\n136", "height": "4613", "width": "2943", "jp2-path": "runesofredrace00rieh_0152.jp2"}, "151": {"fulltext": "III.\\nYet compensation, coming late,\\nIs nothing less divine;\\nThe homage of a grateful State\\nMarks this a pilgrim shrine\\nA landmark by the path of life,\\nWhere he who comes may read\\nThe key to Lovejoy s noble strife\\nIn his undying creed:\\nThe right of man, with due respect\\nTo all accepted laws,\\nTo speak as conscience may direct\\nIn any chosen cause;\\nFor this he stood, for this he died,\\nA martyr in the name\\nOf Liberty; though erst decried,\\nNow crowned with lasting fame.\\nProud stands the shaft that marks his rest;\\nProud in our minds are we,\\nOur debt of gratitude confessed,\\nIts majesty to see.\\nE en so the lesson it imparts\\nFrom Alton s hallowed stand\\nShall aye inspire all patriot hearts\\nIn this enlightened land.\\n137", "height": "4606", "width": "2943", "jp2-path": "runesofredrace00rieh_0153.jp2"}, "152": {"fulltext": "Sing HUv u Sung\\nr^OME, sing me a song, my darling,\\nA song of the olden time,\\nWhen love was a budding blossom,\\nAnd life an unwritten rhyme.\\nAye, sing me a song of echo,\\nAnd let us recall again\\nThe questions, the hopes unspoken,\\nAnd longings that thrilled us then.\\nSing over the old, fond story\\nOf happily random days,\\nWhen we from the walks of childhood\\nWere led in converging ways.\\nSing softly, while in the measure\\nI trace the responsive strain\\nOf music attuned to labor,\\nAnd trust that was never vain.\\nSing slowly, and hold the rhythm\\nThat plays through the magic bars,\\nAnd glows with reflected visions\\nAs bright as the midnight stars.\\nAnd gratefully sing, for sorrows\\nAnd crosses and qualms of pain,\\nThat, tried in the test of action,\\nWere turned to the gold of gain.\\n138", "height": "4613", "width": "2943", "jp2-path": "runesofredrace00rieh_0154.jp2"}, "153": {"fulltext": "J wish t at I tould go to sleep!\\nGod bless the little one,\\nAll unregarded in the throng,\\nJostled and overrun;\\nPretty, petite and four years old,\\nWith face divinely sweet;\\nWhat weight of trouble seems to crush\\nThose tired baby feet!\\nO, fank you, sir! with quiv ring lip\\nAnd wonder-blinking eyes,\\nShe takes the proffered chair, and sinks\\nIn slumber s paradise.\\nThe careless mother, where is she?\\nTo pleasure seeking prone,\\nShe dances with the gay, and leaves\\nHer darling thus alone.\\nO, bane of motherhood, that e er\\nThe name were so abused,\\nAnd woman s holiest privilege\\nSo shamelessly misused!\\nO, helpless childhood, pity, God,\\nAnd with Thy might protect;\\nWhen inhumanity can sink\\nTo such supreme neglect.\\n139", "height": "4606", "width": "2943", "jp2-path": "runesofredrace00rieh_0155.jp2"}, "154": {"fulltext": "Tire L,axly Abigail\\nT 1TTLE Lady Abigail,\\nWhy these bitter tears?\\nSorrow should not know thee yet\\nIn these tender years;\\nJoin the playmates waiting there,\\nDry those pretty eyes,\\nSeeming crosses now may prove\\nBlessings in disguise.\\nBonnie Lady Abigail,\\nPining all alone,\\nCan thy spirit mourn, indeed,\\nJoy so early flown?\\nHe hath played thee false? Ah, well,\\nThere are nobler men!\\nVirtue hath its own reward\\nLove will come again.\\nFearsome Lady Abigail,\\nWorry not thy head\\nOver those foreboding words\\nThat the doctor said!\\n140", "height": "4613", "width": "2943", "jp2-path": "runesofredrace00rieh_0156.jp2"}, "155": {"fulltext": "Mercy watches by thee, and,\\nThrough the night of cares,\\nHe who marks the sparrow s fall,\\nHeeds a mother s prayers.\\nMournful Lady Abigail,\\nSorrowed now indeed\\nIn the garb of widowhood,\\nWell thy heart may bleed;\\nYet, a stronger arm of love\\nGuardeth even here\\nIn the gloomy vale of grief;\\nTrust, and never fear.\\nPatient Lady Abigail,\\nSitting so forlorn,\\nLook within thy heart and find\\nThere the faith of morn.\\nLife hath nothing of despair\\nWhen its course is pure;\\nLight and hope inspire, while\\nFaith shall make secure.\\n141", "height": "4606", "width": "2943", "jp2-path": "runesofredrace00rieh_0157.jp2"}, "156": {"fulltext": "jttluiiixrtt\\nDREAMED a dream so wondrous fair\\nWords may not tell, nor fancy see;\\nMy life s divinest hopes were there,\\nAnd all my soul had longed to be!\\nI wakened, and in dread despair\\nCame back to stern reality.\\nThen was my thought: this world is woe,\\nIts virtues false, its promise vain;\\nTill conscience wept, and even so,\\nMy heart o erflowed in bitter pain.\\nI closed mine eyes to think, and lo!\\nA voice that whispered: Tis thy gain.\\nWhence came the sound I never knew,\\nBut all the tenderness it bore\\nThat marked my vision, and the view\\nOf something holy gone before;\\nAnd, holding this assurance true,\\nI go my way, and fear no more.\\n142", "height": "4613", "width": "2943", "jp2-path": "runesofredrace00rieh_0158.jp2"}, "157": {"fulltext": "M\\nE don t like the Sand-man, papa,\\nMy wee one says, two summers wise\\nAnd when I ask why, he answers:\\nDest cause he frows dust in my eyes.\\nO, beautiful faith of childhood!\\nHow much I would give to reclaim\\nThe pulse of its glad, fresh promise,\\nUnwitting position and fame.\\nWhen labor and loss and worry\\nOppresses, and slumber denies,\\nHow gladly I d greet the Sand-man,\\nWere he to throw dust in my eyes.\\nM3", "height": "4606", "width": "2943", "jp2-path": "runesofredrace00rieh_0159.jp2"}, "158": {"fulltext": "Ttte Sang nf tht (Eantp\\ni.\\n/^AMPING out! what rarest pleasure of the\\nsportsman s golden leisure\\nWhen he bids a brief adieu to worldly care,\\nAnd is lost amid the glory of creation s primal\\nstory\\nIn the woodland, miles away from anywhere.\\nII.\\nWhen the morning sunlight gleaming o er the hills\\nwith all the seeming\\nOf the light that warms Arcadia s verdant\\nshore,\\nMarks a vision to inspire in the heart the native\\nfire\\nOf the free-born race that ruled these realms of\\nyore.\\ni 44", "height": "4613", "width": "2943", "jp2-path": "runesofredrace00rieh_0160.jp2"}, "159": {"fulltext": "III.\\nHere, in perfect peace and quiet, nurtured on the\\nfrugal diet\\nAll dependent upon skill with rod and gun,\\nFlow the richest founts of reason, where no hint\\nof mortal treason\\nEver dawns between the courses of the sun.\\nIV.\\nDraw the fire and turn the spittle, stir the coffee\\n(just a little),\\nSink the oven in this bed of mossy loam;\\nWhile the bonfire, brightly burning, starts, per-\\nchance, an instant s yearning,\\nFor the scenes that light the glowing hearth\\nat home.\\nV.\\nReminiscent songs and stories, oft rehearsed with\\nadded glories,\\nGreet the ears of night with melody and jest;\\nTill the final, crowning number yields to Nature s\\ntouch of slumber,\\nAnd the forest sings its lullaby of rest.\\n145", "height": "4606", "width": "2943", "jp2-path": "runesofredrace00rieh_0161.jp2"}, "160": {"fulltext": "TCIe Sitting in t\\\\\\\\z Blind\\n\\\\A7HILE sitting in the blind, alone,\\nJust watching my decoys,\\nI feel the subtle ecstacy\\nOf all a hunter s joys;\\nThe memories glad of other days\\nCome tripping through the mind,\\nAnd rests the spirit, satisfied,\\nWhile sitting in the blind.\\nThe whirring of the widgeon s wing,\\nThe whistle of the teal,\\nAnd echo of my trusty gun,\\nAre music just as real\\nAs concerts of the rarest price\\nThat kings and queens may find,\\nAnd bring a goodlier return,\\nWhile sitting in the blind.\\n146", "height": "4613", "width": "2943", "jp2-path": "runesofredrace00rieh_0162.jp2"}, "161": {"fulltext": "With trigger set and steady hand,\\nAnd every sense alert,\\nI wait the passing of the birds,\\nAnd nothing may divert\\nThe eye s intentness on the scene\\nAs, coming with the wind,\\nI time the mallard s headlong flight,\\nWhile sitting in the blind.\\nE en in the intervals of rest,\\nWith nothing else to do,\\nYielding to introspective mood,\\n1 catch the broader view\\nOf life in all its meaning, till,\\nTo any fate resigned,\\nI feel a monarch for the nonce,\\nWhile sitting in the blind.\\nSo speeds the time on wings as fleet\\nAs any duck that flies,\\nMid pleasure s richest, ripest zest\\nA sportsman s zeal implies;\\nAll careless of the world s affairs,\\nNor to its ways inclined,\\nI envy not a soul on earth\\nWhile sitting in the blind.\\n147", "height": "4606", "width": "2943", "jp2-path": "runesofredrace00rieh_0163.jp2"}, "162": {"fulltext": "fr Sumnttttts \u00c3\u00bcf Spring\\n\\\\A7HEN comes from out the sunny South\\nThe whisper of the voice of Spring,\\nAnd o er the rolling river s mouth\\nThe whistle of the mallard s wing,\\nWhen breaks the lake in glad release\\nOf winter s grip of ice and snow,\\nAnd Nature s every force unbends\\nBeneath the sun s returning glow:\\nThere comes a yearning to my heart\\nAs of some creature to be free,\\nLong captive to a cruel part;\\nAnd every sound that speaks to me\\nAcross the casement, with the wind,\\nSeems as a message from afar\\nTo seek the woods, the fields, and find\\nWhere those divine emotions are.\\nCome forth, come forth, they seem to call,\\nTill throbs the blood in every vein;\\nAnd in a trice, forgetting all\\nDull cares, these promised joys to gain,\\nI turn my hand to rod and gun\\nAnd wend away on field and stream,\\nAll careless how life s course may run\\nWhile wrapt in this Elysian dream.\\n148", "height": "4613", "width": "2943", "jp2-path": "runesofredrace00rieh_0164.jp2"}, "163": {"fulltext": "Sxrug 0f Aittd L cwg gttE\\n44 COR Auld Lang Syne/ she sang the song\\nWith depth of feeling fine;\\nAnd fell the music on my heart\\nWith power most benign.\\nThe flush upon her fair young face\\nWakes memories so divine,\\nThey bear me back in raptured trance\\nTo Days of Auld Lang Syne.\\nTheir spell surcharges all my soul,\\nAnd I would fain resign\\nMy being to that dream -bright world\\nWhose after-glories shine\\nLike star-gems in the crown of night;\\nYet she may not divine\\nWhat dear unrest her words impart,\\nWho sings of Auld Lang Syne.\\nSing on, fair child, nor e er suspect\\nThe anguish that is mine;\\nFor thee tis yet untasted rue,\\nFor me the seasoned wine\\nBut I would have thee not omit\\nThe pathos of a line,\\nSince life is more to thee and me\\nThrough Days of Auld Lang Syne.\\n149", "height": "4606", "width": "2943", "jp2-path": "runesofredrace00rieh_0165.jp2"}, "164": {"fulltext": "TwriligW ^tntxxz\\nHTIS the close of the day, and the twilight is\\n1 falling,\\nOvershrouding the glow in the West;\\nWhile out over the river the whip-poor-will s\\ncalling\\nTo its mate to come forth to the quest.\\nNow the noise of the bustle for pelf is declining,\\nFor awhile all contention may cease;\\nAnd below the fair lights of the city are shining,\\nAs the beacons of comfort and peace.\\nFor the nonce we are left to the bent of full\\npleasure,\\nAnd are bound to no social decree,\\nWhile we revel, heart-glad, in this moment of\\nleisure,\\nAnd reflect what it is to be free.\\n150", "height": "4613", "width": "2943", "jp2-path": "runesofredrace00rieh_0166.jp2"}, "165": {"fulltext": "Then the moon, coming out of the East in its\\nglory,\\nSilver-touches the sable of night,\\nAnd forgetting the day with its troublesome story,\\nWe are lost in a trance of delight.\\nThus whenever the world with its maddening\\nplunder\\nIs too much for the mind to endure,\\nAn you go from its passions and crosses, out\\nunder\\nThe blue sky, where life s fountain is pure.\\nFrom the man -ridden mart to the heart of true\\nNature,\\nWhere the Ego is shamed by the Whole,\\nJoy, surrounded and bounded by all nomenclature,\\nLike a mantle, envelops the soul.\\n151", "height": "4606", "width": "2943", "jp2-path": "runesofredrace00rieh_0167.jp2"}, "166": {"fulltext": "AH, woe is me in my lonely life;\\nAnd why so alone, say you?\\nBecause 1 was foolish and spurned my fate,\\nWhen erst it was kind, nor knew\\nThe consequence of a scornful mien,\\nWhen fortune is prone to woo.\\nOne summer s day in the long ago\\nI stood in a forest dell\\nAnd felt the pulse of a waking love\\nThe touch of its magic spell\\nBut steeled my heart to the tender tale\\nThat Cupid was fain to tell.\\nThe fairest hope 1 had dared to hold,\\nThere proffered, I would not see;\\nTill shamed, love s messenger went away;\\nAnd now o er the sounding sea\\nOf life s drear voyage, his vain appeal\\nComes mockingly back to me.\\n152", "height": "4613", "width": "2943", "jp2-path": "runesofredrace00rieh_0168.jp2"}, "167": {"fulltext": "\u00c2\u00aeut xrf Hie gbeplfcs\\nCALSE Love, that poisons tender trust,\\nFalse Hope, that steals away\\nLife s nectar from the soul of Youth,\\nFalse Friendships that betray\\nThe pledge of sacred confidence;\\nAlack, and well-a-day,\\nA Trinity of Evil, these,\\nBy whose infernal spell\\nAre wrought the darkest deeds of sin,\\nAnd of this triad fell\\nAre half the crimes that people earth\\nWith progeny of hell.\\nw\\nRAPPED in the fragrant smoke wreaths blue,\\nMy thoughts their fairest theme pursue;\\nAnd by this pledge of Friendship true,\\nI smoke my pipe, and think of you.\\n153", "height": "4606", "width": "2943", "jp2-path": "runesofredrace00rieh_0169.jp2"}, "168": {"fulltext": "Tu (Due ^iszxmsjcrtutz\\nCOME things there are in every life\\nThat one were happy to forget,\\nSounding the depths of memory s well\\nWith leaden plummet of regret,\\nThings we have said or failed to say,\\nHave done, perchance, or failed to do,\\nWhich deaden pleasure s richest draught\\nWith bitterest aftertaste of rue.\\nMankind is ever prone to err;\\nBut e en the fact of conscious pain\\nProves that the fault was not in vain,\\nAnd makes its author conqueror:\\nWho finds his folly gains a place\\nFor truth and light and manly grace.\\n154", "height": "4613", "width": "2943", "jp2-path": "runesofredrace00rieh_0170.jp2"}, "169": {"fulltext": "Tte ftetwrticis fttfll\\nTTHEY went to the Benedicts ball,\\nAnd happy they were, each and all;\\nLife s worries forgetting\\nAnd nothing regretting,\\nThey danced, at the Benedicts ball.\\nNo foibles and follies were there\\nThat Fashion is wont to declare,\\nNo formal restrictions\\nOf hearts predilections\\nOf choice, at the Benedicts ball.\\nA program informal and free,\\nOf dances delightful to see,\\nWent through to the measure\\nOf unalloyed pleasure\\nAnd cheer, at the Benedicts ball.\\n155", "height": "4606", "width": "2943", "jp2-path": "runesofredrace00rieh_0171.jp2"}, "170": {"fulltext": "No envious rivalries here,\\nThrough youth s disposition to fear\\nOf some one more favored\\nIn dress or behavior\\nOr charms, at the Benedicts ball.\\nThese loves are long-tested and true\\nIn life, and there s nothing to do\\nBut yield to the dower\\nThat giveth this hour\\nOf glee, at the Benedicts ball.\\n156", "height": "4613", "width": "2943", "jp2-path": "runesofredrace00rieh_0172.jp2"}, "171": {"fulltext": "^\u00c3\u00bctrrui \u00c2\u00aenz ^matter\\nUOW sad it is, what bitter pain,\\nWhen souls by love s command\\nUnited once, are rent in twain\\nFor lack to understand.\\nEarth has power to wound so deep,\\nNo sorrow so unjust,\\nAs theirs who, misconceiving, weep\\nFor unrequited trust.\\nKnow one another: speak the thought,\\nNor fear the truth it shows;\\nFor doubt and silence lead to naught\\nBut cumulative woes.\\nBe brave, be plain, and never fear\\nThe all -confiding truth,\\nWhich leads to understanding clear,\\nAnd sweet, perennial youth.\\n157", "height": "4606", "width": "2943", "jp2-path": "runesofredrace00rieh_0173.jp2"}, "172": {"fulltext": "o\\n\u00c2\u00a31 (Eftristwas Tto\\nChristmas bells,\\n5 How glad their swells;\\nWhat joy foretells\\nTheir silver chime,\\nOf royal cheer\\nAnd precepts dear\\nThat hover near\\nThis holy time.\\nWhat wealth of things\\nTheir cadence brings\\nWhile angels wings\\nDo hover near;\\nAnd perfect love\\nFrom heav n above\\nDoth seem to move\\nAll creatures here.\\n158", "height": "4613", "width": "2943", "jp2-path": "runesofredrace00rieh_0174.jp2"}, "173": {"fulltext": "O, raptured cries,\\nAnd sparkling eyes;\\nWhat sweet surprise\\nThey do confess;\\nAs each fond heart,\\nAll void of art,\\nBetrays its part\\nOf happiness.\\nAnd all life s gold\\nThese moments hold\\nDoth but enfold\\nThe peerless gem\\nIn mercy s crown\\nOf blest renown,\\nThat erst came down\\nAt Bethlehem.\\n159", "height": "4606", "width": "2943", "jp2-path": "runesofredrace00rieh_0175.jp2"}, "174": {"fulltext": "Trtrf. TO. H. trait mm\\nI/ INSMAN by name and by the bond\\nOf work in a congenial sphere,\\nI fain would lay, in tribute fond,\\nOne fragrant flow ret on thy bier.\\nThine was the meed of true renown,\\nWhich they may gain who best achieve,\\nOf simple worth the ample crown,\\nThat none unworthy may receive.\\nYet e en the rarest gift we bring\\nIs worthy only in degree,\\nSince all who now thy praises sing,\\nExalt themselves in honoring thee.\\nWould that the world had more as great,\\nAs truly noble men as thou;\\nAnd never knightly honors sate\\nWith fairer grace on kingly brow.\\n1 60", "height": "4613", "width": "2943", "jp2-path": "runesofredrace00rieh_0176.jp2"}, "175": {"fulltext": "", "height": "4606", "width": "2943", "jp2-path": "runesofredrace00rieh_0177.jp2"}, "176": {"fulltext": "So great he was, though young of years.\\nSo broad of nature and of mind.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0094p. 162.", "height": "4613", "width": "2943", "jp2-path": "runesofredrace00rieh_0178.jp2"}, "177": {"fulltext": "hi ftfenrariam*\\n\\\\X7HAT gloom of sadness in our hearts,\\nWhat weight of sorrows over all,\\nPaling the light of nobler arts\\nWith shattered hopes, beyond recall;\\nWhat boundless deeps of grief are here,\\nAnd tears that flow with anguish rife,\\nWhere lately was such wealth of cheer\\nAnd gladness in the joy of life.\\nFrom out the zenith of our hopes,\\nFrom fields of promise nobly fair,\\nHath come one stroke of Fate that ope d,\\nAt once, the vials of despair.\\nWords are but feeble to extol\\nThe breadth of manly worth we mourn;\\nThe voiceless language of the sou!\\nAlone may mark the message borne.\\n*Note XX. Appendix.\\n161", "height": "4606", "width": "2943", "jp2-path": "runesofredrace00rieh_0179.jp2"}, "178": {"fulltext": "So great he was, though young of years,\\nSo broad of nature, and of mind,\\nSo modest yet, though none his peers,\\nAnd ever to the right inclined;\\nChief of the tribe that owned him king,\\nLight of the home that loved him well,\\nAnd pride of those true friends who bring,\\nIn this dark hour, their fond farewell.\\nHe faced the world to do his part,\\nAnd did it, and whate er he found\\nOf good, was treasured in his heart,\\nShrined in his depths of love profound.\\nUnscathed by every rule that stands\\nFor good account in earth s career,\\nHe stood serene, with ready hands\\nTo duty s call, and boundless cheer.\\nWe most shall miss who knew him best,\\nAnd shrew the fate that spurned his worth;\\nYet in our weakness, self-confessed,\\nSome comfort comes, to sorrow s dearth;\\nFor, although sharp the contrast be\\nAs we stand helpless by his grave,\\nYet are we richer in degree\\nThrough the example which he gave.\\n162", "height": "4613", "width": "2943", "jp2-path": "runesofredrace00rieh_0180.jp2"}, "179": {"fulltext": "And they who mourn him most of all,\\nWho reared and loved him but to lose,\\nHave something treasured up withal\\nThat even fate may not abuse,\\nHis memory sealed within their breasts:\\nAnd nothing in the world s rough round\\nCan mar that image where it rests,\\nWith radiant wreaths of laurel crowned.\\n163", "height": "4606", "width": "2943", "jp2-path": "runesofredrace00rieh_0181.jp2"}, "180": {"fulltext": "o\\nTa m% Frtttttl\\nFRIEND of mine, who, tried and true,\\nThrough all these years, on devious ways,\\nHave canceled friendship s every due,\\nAlike to fair and stormy days;\\nWhat memories mark the penless page\\nWhose language speaks for us alone,\\nOf scenes and themes that grow with age\\nTo sacred sequence, all our own.\\nSince erst we met, in callow youth,\\nThrough happy chance, by college bowers,\\nMuch have we gleaned of sober truth\\nThat marks life s path, by thorns and flowers;\\nAnd more than by those books of rules.\\nOf sums and subjects, oft abstruse,\\nSince have we learned, in broader schools,\\nOf knowledge and its proper use.\\n164", "height": "4613", "width": "2943", "jp2-path": "runesofredrace00rieh_0182.jp2"}, "181": {"fulltext": "Many there were whom, grave or gay,\\nWe greeted in congenial mood,\\nAnd all in turn have gone their way,\\nIndifferent or misunderstood.\\nE en to our mutual minds there came\\nDread hours of doubt that neared despair,\\nBut ne er distrust nor fear could claim\\nThe innate kinship that was there.\\nThe touch of sympathetic souls,\\nThough oft they tarry far apart,\\nGives substance to the fairest goals\\nThat mark the empire of the heart;\\nAnd we who labor with our cares\\nBy fields that else were dark in dearth,\\nFind in this bond that shares and bears,\\nThe fairest flower that gilds the earth.\\n165", "height": "4606", "width": "2943", "jp2-path": "runesofredrace00rieh_0183.jp2"}, "182": {"fulltext": "I\\n4ti Ihx Faitti*\\nA/\\\\ UST I thus early go the way\\nWhere all earth s glories fade?\\nUnto that far, mysterious day,\\nThrough intervening shade.\\nSo fain I was to linger yet,\\nFor just a little while;\\nThat aims whereon my hopes were set,\\nMy work might reconcile.\\nThe world to me was ever kind,\\nWas all so bright and fair;\\nAnd every whispering breath of wind\\nHeld promise rich and rare;\\nAnd I, the guerdon to receive\\nThat crowns the minstrel s lay,\\nSo much had promised to achieve,\\nSo much to sing and say.\\n*Notk XXI. Appendix.\\n1 66", "height": "4613", "width": "2943", "jp2-path": "runesofredrace00rieh_0184.jp2"}, "183": {"fulltext": "Yet love hath answered all I gave,\\nAnd at its holy shrine\\nI learned the power of loss to save,\\nThrough sorrows most divine.\\nThine arm, though oft my lips were dumb,\\nWas ever true to me;\\nAnd not complaining, now I come,\\nMy Nature s God, to Thee.\\nLife s roses bloom in silhouette\\nWhere all its thorns are gone;\\nAnd knows the spirit no regret,\\nBeyond the after-dawn.\\n167", "height": "4606", "width": "2943", "jp2-path": "runesofredrace00rieh_0185.jp2"}, "184": {"fulltext": "A BOOK of verse, a simple gift,\\nBut years of patient toil and thought,\\nFine sifted from the heart and mind,\\nUpon its pages are inwrought.\\nNot any token of esteem\\nOf fair design that I might send,\\nCould more express my fondest hopes\\nTo grace the wedding of a friend.\\nThus, as the symbol of the years\\nOf truest friendship we have known,\\nSchoolmate, this little volume bears\\nMy life s best wishes, all your own.\\n168", "height": "4613", "width": "2943", "jp2-path": "runesofredrace00rieh_0186.jp2"}, "185": {"fulltext": "^tarxrmptis ftmEtti\\n/^\\\\F life the best that man achieves\\nAnd most persuasive of content,\\nIs his who on his work receives\\nThe verdict of accomplishment.\\nThe ripest fruits ambition bears,\\nWhere life s rewards are lost and won,\\nAre gained when cherished fame declares,\\nApproving, It was nobly done/\\nTrr \u00c2\u00a9um e Hrxmt\\nTO own a home, and be therein\\nThe monarch of its bright domain,\\nTo have and hold by frugal care,\\nWith naught to lose and all to gain;\\nHowever humble be the hearth,\\nTo know this spot is all my own,\\nMeans more to me in sweet content\\nThan glory on a gilded throne.\\n169", "height": "4606", "width": "2943", "jp2-path": "runesofredrace00rieh_0187.jp2"}, "186": {"fulltext": "Parting fr#m Itpe Stmshnx:**\\nOOW quiet now these halls in their surrender!\\nThe guests are going home, but yet awhile\\nThey tarry on the beach, with feeling tender,\\nAnd give the friendly seas a parting smile.\\nI, too, would spend the farewell hour, bringing\\nMy thoughts, down by the waters, quite alone;\\nAnd listen to the mighty ocean singing,\\nThe grandeur of its music all my own.\\nDeep as the seas! who hath the under-\\nstanding\\nThe guarded secrets of its vast to find!\\nSeems as a host of voices, reprimanding:\\nHow great is Nature, and how weak man-\\nkind!\\n*Note XXII.- Appendix.\\n170", "height": "4613", "width": "2943", "jp2-path": "runesofredrace00rieh_0188.jp2"}, "187": {"fulltext": "Here marked I many a glad young mother\\ndreaming,\\nHer gaze abstracted on the billows reach;\\nShe saw her blessings in those eddies gleaming,\\nBeside her babies, playing on the beach.\\nAh, trusting mother, ne er may sorrow scatter\\nThe happy group, here gathered on the strand;\\nNor may you know those biting words that shatter\\nWhen Happiness is like the fleeting sand.\\nAnon, in sadder mood, its music sounding,\\nNo more responsive to youth s lithesome glow,\\nIt speaks of life s unfathomed deeps rebounding,\\nAnd of this lifetide s ebb, and of its flow.\\nAye, often on the lifestream, darkly speeding,\\nFeel we the lack of friendly hand to save;\\nThe world oft lets its children fall, unheeding,\\nCast on the strand unmarked by careless wave.\\nNot so the sea; with tireless endeavor\\nIt aye reclaims its own, and doth defend\\nIts elements in unity forever.\\nHow great, O Nature, is thy teaching s end!\\n171", "height": "4606", "width": "2943", "jp2-path": "runesofredrace00rieh_0189.jp2"}, "188": {"fulltext": "$t ^Xttfrtl From Thxt*\\nDE kind again, dear heart, and look at me,\\nAnd teach me to forget thy cold command;\\nThy hasty word did wound me painfully,\\nAnd how it pains, thou canst not understand.\\nRight well I know thou wouldst not hurt me,\\ndear,\\nAnd yet, and yet it burns into my soul,\\nAnd it hath cost me many a scalding tear\\nThis one harsh word that thou couldst not\\ncontrol.\\nE en if the whole wide world should me disown,\\nWith proud indiff rence I would bear the loss;\\nWhat is t to me? But thou, dear one, alone,\\nThou must not me with cutting phrases cross.\\n\u00e2\u0099\u00a6Note XXIII.\u00e2\u0080\u0094 Appendix.\\n172", "height": "4613", "width": "2943", "jp2-path": "runesofredrace00rieh_0190.jp2"}, "189": {"fulltext": "O, dost thou know what joy there is for me\\nIn one kind word from thy dear lips and\\nheart?\\nTis like the oil that calms the stormy sea,\\nA healing balsam for the keenest smart.\\nOft has a single cheering word of thine\\nGuided and warmed me through the darkest\\ndays,\\nA talisman a watchword most divine,\\nWhen wearily 1 walked in untried ways.\\nAnd when, sometimes, my own good will doth\\nfail,\\nWhat pride and strength comes from thy\\ncounsel just;\\nIt nerves to courage new that cannot quail,\\nFor thou hast builded well in thee I trust.\\n173", "height": "4606", "width": "2943", "jp2-path": "runesofredrace00rieh_0191.jp2"}, "190": {"fulltext": "OVE beckoned to me, but I saw not the sign;\\nHe would have embraced me, but could not\\ndivine,\\nSince I was indifferent then.\\nHe looked at me fondly, and longed to endear,\\nHe called my name softly, but I did not hear,\\nTill, weeping, he left me; since when\\nI list for his footfall, but ever in vain;\\nWhere goes he? I know not; alone in my pain,\\nI know but, love comes not again.\\n5nxl \u00c2\u00abixte TOtth: Tte\u00c2\u00a3\\nf~* OD bide with thee! No other hail\\nHath so much meaning grace;\\nGod bide with thee! No other hail\\nSo suits all time and place.\\nGod bide with thee! When this salute\\nHeart-warm is spoken fair,\\nGod would defer to this salute\\nAs much as any prayer.\\n174", "height": "4613", "width": "2943", "jp2-path": "runesofredrace00rieh_0192.jp2"}, "191": {"fulltext": "fugling (Quatrains\\nINCONGRUITY\\nCTOOD the bard in contemplation by the softly\\npurling stream,\\nWhere each gentle undulation shone with sunlight\\nall agleam;\\nAnd he wondered how these glories, where Truth s\\necho seemed to dwell,\\nCould give rise to all the stories that home-coming\\nanglers tell.\\nSELF-PUNISHED\\nThe man who does not love the hook and reel,\\nAnd varied pleasures rod and line afford,\\nLacks life s best recreation, nor may feel\\nThe inspiration of its rich reward.\\nAS WALTON SAID IT\\nDoubtless the Lord, as gentle Walton said,\\nOf certain luscious fruitage, foliage hid,\\nA nobler sport than angling might have made,\\nBut doubtless, I am sure, He never did.\\n175", "height": "4606", "width": "2943", "jp2-path": "runesofredrace00rieh_0193.jp2"}, "192": {"fulltext": "o\\nFar Hti (Old ^HitTs dtfttrert\\nLD maids are we, by stress of fate,\\nSingle of heart, but not of mind;\\nBy mutual impulse, e en though late,\\nTo matrimony all inclined.\\nBelieving as the poet said,\\nThat all things yield to force of will,\\nWe feel, although our teens are sped,\\nThat we may stoop to conquer still.\\nTherefore in conclave we are met,\\nTo counsel what is best to do;\\nSimply to spread the waiting net\\nOf chance, or boldly to pursue.\\nCupid, alack! we know not why,\\nDenies the service of his dart,\\nAnd we ve no power to blind the eye\\nOr pierce the captive husband s heart.\\n176", "height": "4613", "width": "2943", "jp2-path": "runesofredrace00rieh_0194.jp2"}, "193": {"fulltext": "Yet, by the grace of seasoned wit,\\nWe have a scheme, I may not tell\\nThat will succeed, though Cupid sit\\nForever pouting in his cell.\\nAll things shall come to them who wait\\nBut we have waited over long,\\nAnd, lest the rescue come too late,\\nWe formulate this motto strong:\\nIn spinster quest all things are fair,\\nAnd now that we have cut the ice,\\nWe boom the market, and declare:\\nFor each a man at any price.\\n177", "height": "4606", "width": "2943", "jp2-path": "runesofredrace00rieh_0195.jp2"}, "194": {"fulltext": "\u00c2\u00a9f lb* Nzw %mx\\n5 TIS New Year; mark the joyous chime\\nSounding its welcome through the night,\\nTo this most recent Child of Time,\\nThat cometh, crowned with morning light.\\nSo moves the universe of God,\\nThat through the course of ages sung,\\nThere shone, and shines where er men plod,\\nThe lamp of promise, ever young.\\nAnd aye our pledges to achieve\\nWith worthier purpose each new year,\\nMakes us the stronger to receive\\nThe fullness of life s guerdon here;\\nSince every effort fair and pure,\\nBrings might to conquer and endure.\\n178", "height": "4613", "width": "2943", "jp2-path": "runesofredrace00rieh_0196.jp2"}, "195": {"fulltext": "Y\\\\7HEN Fate made up her list of maladies\\nWith which to torture and afflict mankind,\\nShe fashioned with vindictive, spiteful mind,\\nYet could not guard gainst certain remedies!\\nBut when the mess of evil stuff was spent,\\nShe took the dregs of each, and mixing these,\\nHer final fling of hatred to appease,\\nShe called it measles, and was well content.\\nHad I a friend who of some dread disease\\nMust suffer, I would wish him aught but this!\\nHad I a foe, and vengeance to appease,\\nI d pray that of all evils he might miss\\nThy miasmatic, shameless, mongrel sting,\\nThou stealthy, sneaking, plebeian, devilish thing!\\n179", "height": "4606", "width": "2943", "jp2-path": "runesofredrace00rieh_0197.jp2"}, "196": {"fulltext": "Ttpe Sxrag xrf t\\\\\\\\z Btfxuter\\nYKTELL sighted, well pointed, three steps and\\ndeliver;\\nAnd mark, if the ball goeth fair,\\nA moment of waiting, a word of approval,\\nIt scores for a strike or a spare.\\nA miscalculation, a pause or a fumble,\\nThe ball with its chances is lost;\\nRegret and resolve, and with merciless promptness\\nThe scorer is counting the cost.\\nHow true to life s game, where each aims at ideals\\nWhich only the best may achieve;\\nAnd surely well-earned are the marks to their credit\\nThat singly the players receive.\\nAh, yes, it were well, if the sum of life s story,\\nWhen lastly the Judge shall declare,\\nMight tally a strike on the high plane of purpose,\\nOr, leastwise, leave something to spare.\\n1 80", "height": "4613", "width": "2943", "jp2-path": "runesofredrace00rieh_0198.jp2"}, "197": {"fulltext": "PURPOSE\\nWho has a purpose well in mind,\\nAnd holds its course with steady hand,\\nIs certain, soon or late, to find,\\nIt s best reward at his command.\\nIN DEGREE\\nTo have without kindness\\nIs little received;\\nTo gain without labor\\nIs nothing achieved.\\nVALE SCIENCE\\nIf there s contagion in a kiss,\\nAs scientists would have us fear,\\nScience hath little chance, I wiss,\\nEver to make its title clear.\\n181", "height": "4606", "width": "2943", "jp2-path": "runesofredrace00rieh_0199.jp2"}, "198": {"fulltext": "Thx Kftd xrf ttoe QMeuxlar\\nA LACK, and alas! I discover\\nTo-night a new lesson of age,\\nAs, turning my calendar over,\\nI come to the very last page.\\nSo long, while its leaflets were falling,\\nI carelessly marked its career;\\nBut now, with abruptness appalling,\\nIt heralds the end of the year.\\nA year, with its days, months and seasons;\\nHow quickly its passing is told;\\nA year, with its loves and its treasons,\\nIts record of dross and of gold.\\nI sang in the Springtime of flowers,\\nRejoiced in the Midsummer prime,\\nAnd gloried in Autumn s rich dowers,\\nBut recked not the passing of time.\\n182", "height": "4613", "width": "2943", "jp2-path": "runesofredrace00rieh_0200.jp2"}, "199": {"fulltext": "Yet now, that its labors are over,\\nThe crosses and losses I knew\\nAre merged in the thyme of the clover\\nThat came in the breezes that blew\\nO er highway and byway, while slowly\\nThe leaves turned to yellow and brown;\\nAnd each has a niche that is holy\\nIn memory s crypt of renown.\\nO, year that is past, I am dreaming\\nOf all thou wast pledged to obtain;\\nO, life that is mine, in the seeming,\\nHow much of thy promise is vain!\\nE en so, as the steeples are chiming\\nThe change from the old to the new,\\nThe Master Musician is timing\\nThe pulse of the false and the true.\\nAnd so, as I turn the leaf over,\\nI learn a new lesson of age;\\nThen eagerly grasp the bright cover\\nThat holds a new calendar page.\\n183", "height": "4606", "width": "2943", "jp2-path": "runesofredrace00rieh_0201.jp2"}, "200": {"fulltext": "^jnxenriix\\nNote I. The scenes and incidents in the following poem\\nare based upon historical fact, so far as known from old\\nchronicles, and from knowledge gained by the late Professor\\nWilliam McAdams in his personal researches in the region\\ncovered. It is therefore not entirely mythical, and many of\\nthe salient points will be readily recognized by students of\\nIndian history and settlers in the valley of the Illinois.\\nNote II. There are many evidences that the cedar tree\\nwas a particular favorite with the Indians who formerly\\ninhabited this region. They made many of their implements\\nof its wood, some of which is taken from mounds in the shape\\nof old trinkets by delvers to-day and frequently, too, old\\nstumps are found clinging to the crags on the Mississippi and\\nIllinois bluffs, as hewn down ages ago by the aborigines.\\nNote III. The Twin Springs on the Illinois river are\\nlocated directly opposite what is known as Six Mile Island,\\nand at the base of the immense hills on the summit of which\\nare the mounds of the fallen warriors of whose last battle the\\n184", "height": "4613", "width": "2943", "jp2-path": "runesofredrace00rieh_0202.jp2"}, "201": {"fulltext": "following pages treat. The water is famed for its excellent\\nquality, and camping parties in this region almost invariably\\nstop in the immediate vicinity.\\nNote IV. This cave was investigated but a few years\\nago by a party of summer excursionists, who were able to\\nreach it only by means of a long ladder of forty feet. At the\\nentrance was a huge boulder that left but a small crevice\\nopen, and within on the stone floor, recumbent on its back,\\nwas the skeleton of a man. The only inhabitants of the cave\\nwere thousands of bats. The evidence was conclusive that in\\nsome long forgotten day a man had been imprisoned and left\\nthere to die.\\nNote V. All Indians were in their wild state believers\\nto a greater or less extent in things supernatural, and their\\nlives were often swayed by the simplest of natural happenings,\\nwhich they could not or would not logically interpret. It was\\nthis same characteristic which inspired and gave such prece-\\ndence to their medicine men and so-called sages, whose words\\nare potent even to-day among the semi-civilized tribes of the\\nfar West.\\nNote VI. The plain, now a beautiful farming region on\\nthe Calhoun county side of the Illinois river, where the last\\ngreat battle of the Illini and Iroquoi was fought, and where\\nthe former tribe fell, still bears many evidences of the conflict\\nonce held there. Formerly thousands of arrow heads, toma-\\nhawks and other stone implements were found there by\\narchaeological relic hunters, and there can be no doubt that the\\ngreatest battle in the aboriginal history of the valley was\\nfought here.\\ni8 5", "height": "4606", "width": "2943", "jp2-path": "runesofredrace00rieh_0203.jp2"}, "202": {"fulltext": "Note VII. We have the recorded testimony of the sur-\\nvivors of the once powerful tribe of Iroquoi that after the\\nconquests which at one time promised the subjugation of the\\nentire country, and which culminated in the destruction of the\\nIllini, the tribe became plague-stricken, of small pox, and\\nrapidly sank into comparative oblivion. And the same\\nauthorities attributed this visitation to the wrath of the\\nManitou for their sins of aggressive warfare.\\nNote VIII. Among the many mounds crowning the\\nlofty hills of the Illinois and Mississippi rivers within a few\\nmiles of this historic point are a few, and particularly one, in\\nwhich the skeletons taken out prove them to have been the\\nvictims of war, as in many cases the skull was crushed and\\narrows still sticking in the brittle bones. The trophies taken\\nout were also more varied and of different character from\\nthose found in mounds known to have been made by the\\nIllini.\\nNote IX. As stated in the text, archaeologists have\\nentirely cleaned out the famous mound, and the relics taken\\ntherefrom are to be found in the State and many public and\\nprivate museums of Illinois. The curious visitor, however,\\ncan still find enough to convince him, and the view from the\\ncrest of the mound is one of the grandest to be found any-\\nwhere in the country.\\nNote X. Glen Mary, more commonly known as Hop\\nHollow, occupying a great sweep of picturesque valley front-\\ning on the Mississippi about two miles above Alton, 111., has\\nlong been the abiding place of fantastic legends, some of them\\n186", "height": "4613", "width": "2943", "jp2-path": "runesofredrace00rieh_0204.jp2"}, "203": {"fulltext": "original with the later inhabitants, but all probably inspired\\nby the weird traditions that came with its conquest from the\\nRed Men. The story of a buried treasure somewhere within\\nthese rugged hills is commonly known, and testimony as\\nto supernatural inhabitants would not be hard to get among\\nthe dwellers in the vicinity. These data, while hardly fitted\\nto a scientific treatise, are readily adapted to an Indian tale,\\nand serve to embellish in this case the legend of the great\\nwhite swan, a bird held sacred among many tribes of the race.\\nNote XI. Marquette s history of his first voyage down\\nthe Mississippi tells of just such a meeting with the Indians in\\na beautiful valley in this vicinity, and of their kindly reception\\nof his first teaching of the white man s God.\\nNote XII. This legend is the fruitage of an Illinois\\nhunting party s entertainment of a native nimrod, on one\\nof its camping trips after Western great game. The author\\ncan vouch only for the fact that the original narrator told it in\\nall sincerity.\\nNote XIII. This scene actually took place in a court\\nroom of a Western State some years ago. An Indian was\\narrested for vandalism, tried and acquitted on the grounds\\ngiven.\\nNote XIV. The legend of Starved Rock has been fully\\ntold by other writers and its repetition here would be super-\\nfluous. These lines represent simply the reflections of the\\nauthor on a visit to the famous cliff at the headwaters of the\\nIllinois.\\n187", "height": "4606", "width": "2943", "jp2-path": "runesofredrace00rieh_0205.jp2"}, "204": {"fulltext": "Note XV. The old man of the woods who first\\nsuggested this idea to the writer was, like most men with\\na pet theory, quite positive that some grim relationship\\nexisted between the hickory tree and the Indian but what-\\never may be the scientific value of this suggestion, it is a\\npatent fact that this species of our native timber will not bend\\nto cultivation, and its death begins with the first turning of the\\nvirgin soil about its roots with plowshare or spade.\\nNote XVI. The Indian phrases used in this poem are in\\nthe true language of the Mandans, a once powerful tribe of\\nthe plains west of the Missouri river. Key to Indian words\\nMe I; Helahdee The Pure Fountain; Mahho\\nSpirits; Matotopa The Four Bears; Pokomokon\\nWar Club; Mahkee \u00e2\u0080\u0094Shield Petemday Buffalo\\nMaloheho Bear; Ampah Elk; Warrahpa Beaver;\\nShakoko Mink; Koka Antelope; Kopeskoday\\nThe Shell; Wukmiser Corn; Marahka The Sun;\\nMahsishe The War Eagle Meha A Woman Okee-\\nchedee The Evil Spirit.\\nNote XVII. This and the several other poems under this\\ncaption are some thoughts suggested by the stirring themes\\nand incidents incidental to the late Spanish-American war.\\nNote XVIII. Until within the past year the scenes of\\nthis poem might be seen by any visitor to the site of the\\noldest city in Illinois and once proud Capital of the State\\nbut time, neglect and the encroachments of the river have now\\nalmost obliterated the last land-marks, and Kaskaskia is only\\nan historical reminiscence.\\ni83", "height": "4613", "width": "2943", "jp2-path": "runesofredrace00rieh_0206.jp2"}, "205": {"fulltext": "Note XIX. This was the dedication ode at the consecra-\\ntion of the monument to the martyr E. P. Lovejoy, at Alton,\\n111., Nov. 8, 1897. The shaft occupies one of the finest\\nprospects on the high hills of the city, and is a magnificent\\nmemorial of a grateful State to a brave man.\\nNote XX. There comes into one s life sometimes a\\nbereavement so crushing as to mark an epoch and leave a\\nwound that it seems time cannot anneal. Such was the death\\nof Henry Rand Schweppe, May 28, 1899, not only to the near\\nrelatives and friends who best knew him, but to the community\\nin which he lived. Born October 4, 1875, his twenty-three\\nyears of life were marked by the noblest effort, a degree of\\naccomplishment not reached by many, and an unwavering\\nfriendliness and sincerity of character that made him univer-\\nsally esteemed. He loved, also, the field and camp was\\npresident of the Black Hawk club, and the acknowledged\\nleader of the society circles in which he moved. Death came\\nto him in Black Hawk county, Iowa, and he met its summons\\nin the happiest hour of his life, in a train wreck, while on his\\nway to Minneapolis to place the engagement ring on the finger\\nof his promised bride. It is hard indeed to reconcile such\\nsorrows to the eternal fitness of things, unless it be in the\\nconsciousness that he contributed in his day more to the\\nsum of the world s happiness and good than is achieved by\\nmany whose work is measured by the fullness of the allotted\\nspan of life.\\nNote XXI. Suggested on reading of the death of a\\nyoung poet, whose work had already attracted wide attention.\\nNote XXII. This is a translation of one of the recent\\npoems of Mrs. Marie Raible, of Alton, 111., who is acknowl-", "height": "4606", "width": "2943", "jp2-path": "runesofredrace00rieh_0207.jp2"}, "206": {"fulltext": "edged to be one of the foremost among German poets of the\\nday. It represents as well as a translation can, the beauty of\\nthought and symmetry of diction which have won for her an\\nenviable fame.\\nNote XXIII. This and the two succeeding poems are\\ntranslations from the German, respectively, of Hedwig,\\nCountess Rittberg, Johanna Ambrosius and Julius Sturm.\\nGeneral Note. While most of the matter in this book\\nis here published for the first time, the author takes this\\nopportunity of expressing his appreciation for previous publi-\\ncation and permission to reprint some of the subjects, to the\\npublishers of the American Journal of Education, Outing,\\nRecreation, The American Angler, and the daily papers of\\nthis city.\\n190", "height": "4613", "width": "2943", "jp2-path": "runesofredrace00rieh_0208.jp2"}, "207": {"fulltext": "", "height": "4606", "width": "2943", "jp2-path": "runesofredrace00rieh_0209.jp2"}, "208": {"fulltext": "", "height": "4613", "width": "2943", "jp2-path": "runesofredrace00rieh_0210.jp2"}, "209": {"fulltext": "", "height": "4606", "width": "2943", "jp2-path": "runesofredrace00rieh_0211.jp2"}, "210": {"fulltext": "", "height": "4613", "width": "2943", "jp2-path": "runesofredrace00rieh_0212.jp2"}, "211": {"fulltext": "", "height": "4606", "width": "2943", "jp2-path": "runesofredrace00rieh_0213.jp2"}, "212": {"fulltext": "LIBRARY OF CONGRESS\\n015 821 729 T", "height": "4613", "width": "2943", "jp2-path": "runesofredrace00rieh_0214.jp2"}}