{"1": {"fulltext": "PS\\n\\\\\\\\oz\\n17M5", "height": "2919", "width": "1850", "jp2-path": "niobraraslovesto00blac_0001.jp2"}, "2": {"fulltext": "LIBRARY OF CONGRESS.\\nCliap. CopTi iirliT o.\\nsiieit:3-i7 N -5\\nUNITED STATES OF AMERICA.", "height": "2837", "width": "1731", "jp2-path": "niobraraslovesto00blac_0002.jp2"}, "3": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2837", "width": "1731", "jp2-path": "niobraraslovesto00blac_0003.jp2"}, "4": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2837", "width": "1731", "jp2-path": "niobraraslovesto00blac_0004.jp2"}, "5": {"fulltext": "AN INDIAN ROMANCE OF PRE-\\nHISTORIC NEBRASKA; OF THE FA-\\nBLED ANCIENT EMPIRE OF\\nBY\\nE. E. BLACKMAN.\\nQUIVERA PRESS,\\nROCA, NEBRASKA.\\n1900.", "height": "2837", "width": "1731", "jp2-path": "niobraraslovesto00blac_0005.jp2"}, "6": {"fulltext": "Liforairy of Ccngressj V\\nTwo Copies Received\\nSEP 4 1900\\nCopyright entry\\nSECOND COPY.\\nDtli voted to\\nOBOtR DIVISION,\\nS EP 11 i^uj\\nS9650\\nCopyrighted, 1900,\\nBy\\nE. E. BLACKMAN,", "height": "2837", "width": "1731", "jp2-path": "niobraraslovesto00blac_0006.jp2"}, "7": {"fulltext": "NIOBRARA S LOVE STORY.\\nCANTO I.\\nList with me the old traditions\\nOf the lovely Niobrara--\\nFrom the land where white deer wander-\\nWhere they stalk amid pine trees\\nWhen the snow weighs down the branches.\\nView with me the scenes they witnessed\\nIn the ardor of their courtship;\\nRealize their ardent loving\\nIf ye can ye pale-faced mortals.\\nBold and strong and true the lover,\\nKeya Paha, the white deer hunter,\\nKeya Paha, the bravest chieftain\\nIn the land of frigid winters.\\nIn the land of pine trees, northward\\nFrom that verdant land Quivera.", "height": "2837", "width": "1731", "jp2-path": "niobraraslovesto00blac_0007.jp2"}, "8": {"fulltext": "6\\nDusky were his native people,\\nMaking war and hunting bison;\\nWar-like, fighting many battles,\\nTaking scalps and making dances\\nTo the totem poles in autumn;\\nDressing skins of deer and bison,\\nMaking tepees out of birch bark;\\nTrimming up their heads with feathers\\nFrom the swift wing of the eagle.\\nOnce, the chase extended southward\\nTo Qui vera s fertile prairies,\\nAnd a noble herd of bison\\nWas surrounded in the valley.\\nFull a thousand of his people\\nJoined the hunt that time eventful;\\nLike a black cloud rose the dust storm\\nFrom the frightened herd in milling;\\nLoud the thunder of their bellow\\nAs the arrows pierced their vitals;\\nRolling in the dust, the monsters\\nGored each other in their fury;\\nAnd the hunters, drawing nearer\\nIn their eager thirst for glory.\\nUsed their clubs with awful havoc.", "height": "2837", "width": "1731", "jp2-path": "niobraraslovesto00blac_0008.jp2"}, "9": {"fulltext": "Keya Paha, among the foremost,\\nMounted to the very shoulders\\nOf a maddened, bleeding bison,\\nAnd with fury phed his hatchet.\\nBut the bleeeing beast stampeded,\\nMiihng to the very center\\nOf the furious herd of bison;\\nThere, amid the raging monsters.\\nDeath seemed certain to hunter.\\nLoud the cry of wild lamenting\\nRose from all the thousand people,\\nAs the living mass of fury\\nMade a dash for life and freedo-m.\\nOnward over miles of prairie.\\nDashed the furious herd of bison.\\nKeya Paha, the mighty hunter.\\nWas as powerless as a baby\\nOn his bleeding beast stampeding.\\nThose behind were crowding forward,\\nThose before were dashing onward;\\nMiles go by like as a whirlwind\\nAnd the dust and heat is dreadful.\\nAs the reddened sun descended\\nSlowly slacks the bisons fury.", "height": "2837", "width": "1731", "jp2-path": "niobraraslovesto00blac_0009.jp2"}, "10": {"fulltext": "8\\nHope of succor cheers the hunter,\\nAnd his strength is slowly waning;\\nBy the panting of the bison,\\nHe can see his strength is waning.\\nThose before are spreading, slowly,\\nThose behind, with speed abating.\\nMake the ride to death less certain,\\nAs they, turning in a circle.\\nSlowly slack their speed in milling.\\nWhile his steed, in fright, continues\\nTo the outer circle nearing;\\nAnd, in safety, he with caution\\nSprings again to solid footing;\\nBut, in springing he is luckless--.\\nAs he strikes his senses leave him.\\nAnd he knows no more of danger.\\nWhere a garden cool and blooming\\nIn its dewey fragrance resting\\nCharms the senses with its splendor,\\nKeya Paha beheld the sunrise\\nOn a glorious autumn morning.\\nFlowers rich in fragrant color\\nDecked the winding path and terrace.\\nAnd a bubbling spring, in coolness^", "height": "2837", "width": "1731", "jp2-path": "niobraraslovesto00blac_0010.jp2"}, "11": {"fulltext": "9\\nLaved the pebbles as it rippled\\nPast the flowers toward the river.\\nOn a couch of skins and grasses\\nNear the open doorway rested\\nKeya Paha, the mighty hunter,\\nKeya Paha, the youth of valor-\\nChief of tribes that warred and hunted,\\nOf a tribe that knew no city,\\nOf a tribe of dark skinned people\\nFrom the chilly land to northward.\\nLong he tried to guess the secret\\nOf the pleasing scene before him;\\nLong he tried to know his coming,\\nHow he came, and where he came from,\\nHow the houses and the gardens\\nCame to be his place of dwelling,\\nHow he came to see the sunrise\\nIn a city of such splendor.\\nThen he thought him of his riding,\\nAnd the furious herd of l:)ison;\\nAnd he wondered at the strangeness;\\nTried to rise, and found he could not;\\nTried to move his limbs and could not.\\nFrom the pain that held him captive.", "height": "2837", "width": "1731", "jp2-path": "niobraraslovesto00blac_0011.jp2"}, "12": {"fulltext": "lO\\nFar across the verdant prairie,\\nLong his gaze was held, reviewing\\nIn his mind the scenes enacted.\\nUntil back into the garden\\nCame his thoughts and gase, in wonder\\nAt the beauty of the picture.\\nDown the winding path, a vista\\nBright in color led his vision\\nTill it rested on a figure\\nPerfect in its grand completness,\\nPerfect in its form and feature,\\nMoving, slowly, mongst the flowers.\\nLong he gazed in admiration;\\nLong he wondered at her beauty.\\nAt her costume, like the flowers\\nBright in color and completeness.\\nNot the skin of roe-buck, whitened.\\nCould be dyed such gaudy colors\\nBy the arts known to his people.\\nThus he lay astounded, raptured.\\nAll absorbed in scenes before him;\\nLiving only on her beauty.\\nNever hearing sounds approaching,\\nNever seeing other visions", "height": "2853", "width": "1639", "jp2-path": "niobraraslovesto00blac_0012.jp2"}, "13": {"fulltext": "II\\nSave the one absorbing picture\\nOf the maiden midst the flowers;\\nShe, the fairest flower of any,\\nShe, the one great view enchanting.\\nHere, a voice of some one speaking\\nBrought him back to earth from heaven,\\nAnd his host. King of Quivera,\\nStood besice his cot, and saw him\\nBetter from his easy resting.\\nBetter from his night of sleeping;\\nKnew him by his dress of deer skin,\\nKnew him by his dusky color.\\nCalled him Keya Paha, the hunter,\\nAsked him how he came to famish\\nIn his hunting on the prairie;\\nHeard him tell his awful journey,\\nHow he rode the maddened bison.\\nAnd admired him for his valor,\\nTold by him not as a boaster,\\nTold as Tartarrax would tell it,\\nAs a story, strange and simple.", "height": "2853", "width": "1639", "jp2-path": "niobraraslovesto00blac_0013.jp2"}, "14": {"fulltext": "12\\nNIOBRARA S LOVE STORY.\\nCANTO II.\\nHappy days of convalescence\\nFollowed that great ride of terror,\\nHappy days of golden iroments\\nIn that garden rich in fragrance.\\nDays when Cupid with his arrows\\nPierced the heart of Niobrara,\\nPierced her heart with shafts of pleasure.\\nPierced her heart with poisoned arrows,\\nSang a love-song sweet and soothing\\nTo the heart of Niobrara.\\nKeya Paha in Heaven wandered,\\nAnd the eyes of Niobrara", "height": "2853", "width": "1639", "jp2-path": "niobraraslovesto00blac_0014.jp2"}, "15": {"fulltext": "13\\nPierced his heart like Cupid s arrows,\\nTold him volumes in a moment,\\nTold him m re than lips can utter\\nIn a thousand years of speaking.\\nNot a glance he did not witness,\\nNot a tone he did not fathom,\\nNot a playful jest but harbored\\nMeanings that he comprehended.\\nAll too soon the time for parting\\nCame when Keya Paha, the hunter,\\nMust return to lead his warriors\\nIn a fierce and bloody battle\\nWith his enemies, the Black Feet,\\nCalm the sun shone in declining,\\nLong the shadows grew from oak trees,\\nCool the stillness of the garden\\nNear the shrine of holy goddess,\\nBuilt beneath the boughs enchanted,\\nHung with silver bells, whose music\\nCharmed the priests who counted wampum\\nIn their praying to the Sun God.\\nIn the sacred walks enchanted\\nStrolled the charming Niobrara\\nAnd her valient hunter-lover,", "height": "2853", "width": "1639", "jp2-path": "niobraraslovesto00blac_0015.jp2"}, "16": {"fulltext": "14\\nAs the parting hour was Hearing.\\nSad the tones her lover uttered\\nAs they paused beneath the branches\\nWhere the golden bells were silent\\nIn the stillness of the even,\\nAnd poured fourth his arcent wooing:\\nO, my queen my Niobrara,\\nCan I leave you for my people?\\nCan I live this life without you?\\nCan I part with you my darling?\\nBetter that the sun be hidden,\\nBetter that this noble river\\nDry its waters in the summer.\\nNo, my treasure, I must win you;\\nYou must be my life and sunlight;\\nYou must nerve my arm for battle,\\nYou must true my aim for hunting,\\nYou must be my own, my darling.\\nCome and love me, Niobrara;\\nAs the west wind loves the pine tree,\\nCalling music from its branches.\\nSo your love for me, my sweetheart,\\nShall bring warmth within my wigwam;\\nCome and be my wife, my d rling.", "height": "2853", "width": "1639", "jp2-path": "niobraraslovesto00blac_0016.jp2"}, "17": {"fulltext": "15\\nLight y moved the pendant branches\\nHung with golcen bells for music;\\nAnd the softly moving zephyr\\nSwayed them in the silent twilight.\\nLike a wedding bell, they tinkled,\\nSeemed to voice the god s approval,\\nAs her eyes, in mute appealing,\\nMet his own with love-light shining.\\nTold him that his words were welcome,\\nTold him that his kiss was sacred,\\nTold him that she loved him dearly.\\nLong the clays, when his departing\\nFilled her soul with priceless pleasure;\\nLong and sad and lonely grew they\\nIn her watching for his coming.\\nAll her heart, far o er the prairie\\nWas with Keya Paha, the hunter,\\nWas with Keya Paha, her lover.\\nAs she wanderd in the garden\\nWhere before she found such pleasure\\nAll her thoughts wei-e v^ ith her lover,\\nO my life, my light, my lover.\\nHow my heart is grieving for you!\\nAs the ivy round the oak tree", "height": "2853", "width": "1639", "jp2-path": "niobraraslovesto00blac_0017.jp2"}, "18": {"fulltext": "i6\\nTwines its tendrils, climbing upward,\\nSo my heart twines round my hunter;\\nAs the bow of ash is bended\\nBy the cord to send the arrow,\\nSo T long to bend my hunter\\nFor a truer aim in living;\\nAs the lily of the valley\\nHides beneath the leaves its petals,\\nSo I love to dream of pleasures\\nIn his strong arm s light caressing.\\nO, ye gods of war and battle.\\nLead him safely ho.ne from battle,\\nCheer the heart of Niobrara\\nAs the west wind cheers the flowers,\\nDimmer grew the eye and paler\\nGrew the cheek of Niobrara;\\nRestless grew her days, and sunlight\\nOnce so sweet to her old father,\\nSeemed to vanish from the garden.\\nThen he pleaded with his daughter\\nAs a heart-sore father pleadeth\\nWith a child he loves so dearly.\\nO, my daughter, Niobrara,\\nCease your mourning for the hunter;", "height": "2853", "width": "1639", "jp2-path": "niobraraslovesto00blac_0020.jp2"}, "19": {"fulltext": "17\\nHe is far l)eneath your notice,\\nThink of all your noble fathers,\\nHow they peopled Tla Palen.\\nHow they lived in old Atlantis,\\nHow they once were grand and mighty.\\nNoble is the blood that courses\\nIn the veins of my fair daughter.\\nKeya Paha, tis true, is mighty\\nIn a race of war- like people,\\nBut his race is wild and dusky.\\nAnd their tepees cold and cheerless.\\nLet some priest who counts the wampum,\\nOr some chieftain of a city\\nWin the heart of Niobrara.\\nLive among exalted people,\\nDwell mid peaceful arts and pleasures\\nOh! forget your war-like lover.\\nStay and cheer your father s winters;\\nDo not leave our loved Quivera\\nDesolate, without your sunshine.\\nErnest was the father s pleading,\\nTearfully the daughter listened;\\nSad and broken were her accents\\nAs she spoke the words with feeling:", "height": "2853", "width": "1639", "jp2-path": "niobraraslovesto00blac_0021.jp2"}, "20": {"fulltext": "18\\nCan the fish five out of water?\\nCan the bee subsist on dew drops?\\nO my father, think with pity\\nOf your wretched Niobrai-a.\\nAs a day of joy is relished\\nAfter sorrow s desolation,\\nSo will come all things, all blessings.\\nWhen the prayer with faith is constant.\\nTime to weep and time for laughing,\\nIntermingled smiles and tear-stains\\nTry the soul for life immortal.\\nAll the sorrow felt at parting\\nOnly makes the meeting sweeter,\\nOnly gives a chance for making\\nCloser ties to bind the dear on e.\\nSo, when Keya Paha, returning,\\nFound his welcome warm as sunshine.\\nHe could bless the day of parting\\nThat three moons ago was over,\\nAnd his pleading for the treasure\\nGrew in eloquence and fervor.\\nI would ask you for a blessing\\nDearer than my very life blood.\\nLet me take her to my people", "height": "2853", "width": "1639", "jp2-path": "niobraraslovesto00blac_0022.jp2"}, "21": {"fulltext": "19\\nIn the lovely, breezy northland;\\nWhere the white deer feeds in winter,\\nWhere the pine tree sheds its fragrance,\\nWhere the pine tree sings in winter,\\nLike a ghost with arms outstanding,\\nLike a sheeted ghost in winter\\nWhen the white deer seeks its shelter;\\nWhen the song birds wake their music\\nIn the spring-time gay and budding.\\nI will build a lodge of pine trees\\nLike this lodge of noble walnut.\\nI will treasure her as godess,\\nHere, is worshiped with your wampum.\\nOh, I love your Niobrara!\\nAs the wild bee sipping sweetness\\nFrom the summer flower, I love her.\\nI will mourn and die in anguish;\\nLike the dove, if I shall lose her.\\nWill my tones be while I m living.\\nI will kill the fattest bison\\nFor her food in winter weather;\\nI will pluck the gayest flowers.\\nThus, to deck her brow in summer;\\nShe shall be my life, my treasure,", "height": "2853", "width": "1639", "jp2-path": "niobraraslovesto00blac_0023.jp2"}, "22": {"fulltext": "20\\nAnd her heart shall know no sorrow.\\nNoble is our tribe; in battle\\nNever yet have we been beaten.\\nAnd our men who make the arrows\\nForm them straight and true for shooting.\\nWe can take the fish and beaver\\nWith a skill you never witnessed.\\nLet me bear her to my wigwam,\\nThere to be my life and svinshine,\\nThere to be my children s mother,\\nThere to be my wife, my dear one.\\nTatarrax was sad and thoughtful\\nWhen the hunter ceased his speaking;\\nSad, at losing Niobrara,\\nThoughtful, at the words she uttered,\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nCan a bee subsist on dew-drops?\\nThoughtful of the bright eyes dimming.\\nHow the cheek of rose tint faded,\\nHow she mourned her hunter-lover.\\nCan a father love his daughter?\\nCan he dim his eyes with weeping?\\nCan he trust her to the mercies\\nOf a stranger, think you, lightly?\\nCan the hearts of ardent lovers", "height": "2853", "width": "1639", "jp2-path": "niobraraslovesto00blac_0024.jp2"}, "23": {"fulltext": "21\\nRealize a father s angiiish\\nWhen he loses all the sunshine,\\nAll the light from out his wigwam?\\nAsk me for this dimming eyesight,\\nAsk me for mv sense of hearing,\\nAsk to make my right arm nerveless,\\nOnly leave me Niobrara.\\nLeave me that which you have taken;\\nAll her heart and all her beauty.\\nAll her childish grace and antics.\\nGive me back my Niobrara\\nAs you found her, noble warrior,\\nAnd I ll give you half my kingcom;\\nGive you all my skill in fishing.\\nGive you all my vi^anning senses.\\nSave that I may see and know her.\\nSee and know my lovely daughter\\nAs I did befoi-e you came here.", "height": "2853", "width": "1639", "jp2-path": "niobraraslovesto00blac_0025.jp2"}, "24": {"fulltext": "22\\nNIOBRARA S LOVE STORY.\\nCanto III.\\nCan you do the task I ask you?\\nCan you trafic hearts at pleasure?\\nCan the wealth of forty kingdoms\\nGive me back my Niobrara?\\nWell you know you can not do it.\\nWell I know her life and gladness\\nYou have called within your keeping.\\nShall I kill her with my loving?\\nShall I sacrifice my darling\\nTo my selfish love, and bind her\\nWith a load she can not carry?\\nTake the life she freely offers;\\nBe her husband and protector.\\nBut, in mercy to her father,\\nDo not take her from my city;\\nCome and live here in Quivera.\\nLet her father s life be peaceful\\nIn his daughter s smiles and shunshine\\nTill the happy hour of parting\\nComes, when I shall cross the river.", "height": "2853", "width": "1639", "jp2-path": "niobraraslovesto00blac_0026.jp2"}, "25": {"fulltext": "23\\nTrembling grew the voice in speaking.\\nOn his breast the grey haired monarch\\nBowed his head to hide his weeping.\\nSlowly linked the far off music\\nOf the holy bells in chiming,\\nLike the gods, with their approval,\\nChiming blessings on the union.\\nI^ong he sat in mute appealing\\nAs the words and tones he uttered\\nSank with solemn strains commingled\\nTo the very heart and being\\nOf the hunter, dazed and speechless.\\nView the home of warlike people!\\nSee the tepees made of deer skin!\\niSee the bow and arrow makers,\\nAnd the women dress the deer skins!\\nSee the strings of wampum hanging\\nFrom the neck of every chieftain!\\nSee the head dress made of feathers,\\nSee the painted face and body\\nOf the young men bound for battle!\\n\u00e2\u0096\u00a0See the arrows tipped with feathers\\nAnd the mighty bow of ash tree!", "height": "2853", "width": "1639", "jp2-path": "niobraraslovesto00blac_0027.jp2"}, "26": {"fulltext": "24\\nHear the music and the sighing\\nOf the zephyrs in the pine trees I\\nSee their chief in paint and feathers,\\nKey a Paha, the mighty hunter!\\nNever has he lost a battle.\\nNever has an arrow struck him.\\nNever has he yet been wounded.\\nGrand the scene as all the people\\nJoin the war-dance in the gloaming;\\nWild the scene as camp-fires lighted\\nCast a weird light and shadow\\nOn the pines in dark green pictures.\\nWild and fierce, with painted bodies\\nDance and chant the youths of valor,\\nThose who once had been to battle.\\nOld and tried, the warriors seated\\nIn the circle of the firelight,\\nWatching how the young men vanquish\\nEnemies they meet in battle;\\nAs they snatch the fire brands, burning.\\nFrom the camp fire in the center.\\nWhirl them round anc round in dancing\\nChant their war-songs wild and weird\\nDash the brands to earth and stamp them", "height": "2853", "width": "1639", "jp2-path": "niobraraslovesto00blac_0028.jp2"}, "27": {"fulltext": "25\\nLike an enemy in battle.\\nHalf the night this niininiic war-fare\\nRages; until quite exhausted\\nDown they sink and sleep o ercomes them.\\nAs the east was blushing, rosy,\\nWild and fierce the war-cry sounded,\\nAnd ten thousand painted warriors\\nSprang to arms and rushed to l^attle.\\nAll that day the war god ravished;\\nBurned the wigwams, killed the women,\\nScalped the warriors killed in battle.\\nBut, when evening came, the conflict\\nCeased, and westward o er the prairie\\nAil the enemies departed\\nWith the plunder of the tepees;\\nWith the bison meat for winter,\\nWith the robes of furry warmness,\\nWith the product of their hunting.\\nLoud the wails of lamentation\\nAs they viewed their home destroyed;\\nAs they saw a thousand warriors\\nDead and scalped upon the praires;\\nSaw the flower of all the nation\\nDead and dying in the ashes", "height": "2853", "width": "1639", "jp2-path": "niobraraslovesto00blac_0029.jp2"}, "28": {"fulltext": "26\\nOf their wigwams burned in battle;\\nWith a hundred wretched captives\\nAs a sacrifice to war-gods.\\nLoud the cries of rage and wailing\\nThat this scene brought from the women;\\nBut the loss of these was nothing\\nTo the heart of sturdy waiTiors.\\nIn the thickest of the battle,\\nAll day long their noble leader,\\nKeya Paha, the mighty warrior.\\nFought with energy and valor;\\nFought until the sun was nearing\\nThe horizon in declining;\\nFought without a sci atch or blemish\\nTill the foe had started westward,\\nTill the fiercest fight was over.\\nThen he caught a poisoned arrow\\nIn the breast that was protected\\nBy the war-god in his fighting,\\nCaught an arrow made for killing,\\nCaught his death and knew the purport;\\nKnew that he must die at sunrise,\\nKnew no power on earth could save him", "height": "2853", "width": "1639", "jp2-path": "niobraraslovesto00blac_0030.jp2"}, "29": {"fulltext": "27\\nHis lamenting, heard the pinelrees,\\nThey alone knew his lamenting.\\nO, my bride, my Niobrara!\\nNever more shall I behold thee,\\nNever more this head be pillowed\\nOn thy breast as evening deepens,\\nNever shall I press those red lips\\nWith the kiss of love enchanting,\\nNever shall I watch you strolling\\nIn the garden of your father.\\nAll your sunshine now will vanish,\\nMourning for your lifelsss lover.\\nOh! that I had never known you.\\nThat you might be spared the anguish\\nThat this poisoned shaft will bring you.\\nO, my darling, sad this last hour,\\nSad without your fond caressing;\\nLike a women s grief my sighing\\nFor the anguish it will cause you.\\nO, ye gods of peace and plenty!\\nCover up the war-god s triumph.\\nCover up this poisoned arrow,\\nAnd protect her from this anguish;\\nTeach her to forget her lover.", "height": "2853", "width": "1639", "jp2-path": "niobraraslovesto00blac_0031.jp2"}, "30": {"fulltext": "28\\nO, forgive the grief I cause you\\nDarling sweetheart, Niobrara.\\nLoud and long the lamentation\\nOf the old men in the morning\\nWhen their chief, the mighty warrior,\\nKeya Paha, the noble hunter,\\nCold in death among the wounded,^\\nMet the gaze of all the warrioi^s.\\nThree long days of lamentation,\\nThree long days of grief and fasting.\\nThree long days of preparation,\\nE er the funeral couiteage started\\nFor the tomb of his last resting.\\nHigh above the vercant valley.\\nNear the muddy, croked river,\\nPeketaneoui, the mighty.\\nIs the tomb of this great chieftain.\\nOn the highest point, ascending\\nTo the heavens in its beauty,\\nIs the place where he is resting.\\nStanding upright, armed for conflict,\\nWith his wampum strings and feathers\\nAnd his bow-string drawn for shooting.\\nWith, an arrow set for shootings", "height": "2853", "width": "1639", "jp2-path": "niobraraslovesto00blac_0032.jp2"}, "31": {"fulltext": "29\\nIn his majesty they placed him,\\nAs they cut themselves with flint stones,\\nBlacked their faces, too, with charcoal.\\nLoud the dirge of lamentation\\nAs they heap the earth around him;\\nHigh above his head they heap it\\nOn the high hill s highest summit;\\nSmooth the top and make it level.\\nThen the hundred wretched captives,\\nOne by one, are torn and tortured,\\nAnd their blood the soft earth moistens.\\nMany moons the watch fire s glimmer\\nTold the love his people bore him.\\nBut the grief of oldest warriors\\nWas as joy beside the heartache\\nOf his queen, his Niobrara.\\nLong she waited for his coming,\\nLong she strained her eyes at even\\nKnowing not his fate in battle-\\nKnowing he was true and constant.\\nHoping, fearing and desponding,\\nSlowly passed eight moons of grieving.\\nAs the north wind sways the oak tree,\\nSo his love sways me my father.", "height": "2853", "width": "1639", "jp2-path": "niobraraslovesto00blac_0033.jp2"}, "32": {"fulltext": "30\\nAs the blighting frost of autumn\\nStrips the verdure from the valley,\\nSo his absence strips my nature\\nOf its sweetness and its beauty.\\nCan I help it? O, my father!\\nLike the warmth of pleasant springtime\\nDid his love call forth my beauty,\\nDid his love enrich my being.\\nGladly will I give a lifetime\\nFor the svvestness of those moments.\\nOne blest day with him, my father,\\nPays for all my life of anguish.\\nBut to know such love is heaven\\nAnd its grand and holy beauty,\\nThough I lose it no.v, will s.v^eten\\nAll my days with warmth and sunshine.\\nHad the flowers never blossomed\\nFrosts would never dim their beauty;\\nBlest are they if they can cheer us\\nIn one summer s brief duration.\\nEven if the frosts of autumn\\nRob us of their beauty, causing\\nGrief more saddening in autumn\\nShall we never plant the flowers", "height": "2853", "width": "1639", "jp2-path": "niobraraslovesto00blac_0034.jp2"}, "33": {"fulltext": "31\\nLeast the frosts of winter kill them?\\nDo they not, in all their beauty,\\nCall us nearer yet to heaven?\\nAnd, in leaving us so lonely,\\nAre our hearts not beckoned thither?\\nSo his love to me, my father.\\nCalls my soul to join him wonder,\\nWhere I know he waits my coming;\\nAnd, in the great, long hereafter.\\nWe shall live through one long summer\\nIn the warmth of love untroubled.\\n-o-", "height": "2853", "width": "1639", "jp2-path": "niobraraslovesto00blac_0035.jp2"}, "34": {"fulltext": "32\\nNIOBRARA S LOVE STORY.\\nCANTO IV.\\nI am ready, let me follow\\nTo that blessed home up yonder.\\nOh! the blessedness of loving!\\nOh! the rest and peace of heaven!\\nThere to know and love him ever.\\nLong I ve waited, O, my father,\\nFor the day of his returning;\\nLong I ve watched the shadows va:iish\\nFrom the northern hills at night-fall;\\nHe is fallen, I am certain,\\nIn the hunt, or in the battle;\\nLet rae go that I may find him,\\nWounded, sick, or broken-hearted,\\nLet me go that I may cheer him\\nIn his sorrow and his anguish.\\nI^et me smooth his dying pillow\\nThat my heart may bide its sorrow.", "height": "2853", "width": "1639", "jp2-path": "niobraraslovesto00blac_0036.jp2"}, "35": {"fulltext": "33\\nJust at sunrise, on the journey\\nMoved the train in splenbid order;\\nNorthward to the land of pine trees\\nWhere the music sighs in summer,\\nWhere the white deer feed in winter\\nWhere her lover s home is darkened.\\nOnce, they camp beside a river\\nStrewn with verdant beauty, flowing\\nSwift and wide to meet the ocean,\\nThere to mingle on forever,\\nThrough the countless ages, numbered\\nOnly by the sands that sprinkle\\nAll its leagues of crooked border.\\nGrand and smooth its tranquil bosom\\nGlinting back the sunset s color.\\nRed and gold in autumn weather.\\nBeautiful in its completeness.\\nBeautiful in all its settings.\\nGraceful in its even curvings\\nThrough the verdant, fertile valley.\\nLong they gaze in admiration,\\nNiobrara and her father.\\nFrom their lodge, as evening deepens.\\nSilently they view the landscape.", "height": "2853", "width": "1639", "jp2-path": "niobraraslovesto00blac_0037.jp2"}, "36": {"fulltext": "34\\nGrand and calm this lovely river,\\nBeautiful, serene and charming,\\nLike my daughter, Niobrara.\\nI will name it, and forever\\nMen shall call it Niobrara;\\nMen shall love its curves and shadows.\\nMen shall praise it for its beauty.\\nFor its lovely life reflected\\nIn the joy it gives to mortals.\\nYes, my father, and its waters\\nSoon will find their home the ocean;\\nSoon will mingle with the current\\nThat through countless ages wanders\\nIn the universal ocean,\\nComing back in gentle showers.\\nPure and grand to deck the flowers.\\nPrecious thought! Tis joy to see\\nHow that heaven beckons me,\\nNorthward, still, the royal party\\nWith the sad-eyed queen departed.\\nSaw the wild deer in the valley,\\nSaw coyotes and deer and bison.\\nSaw the cedar trees and pine trees\\nDark and green on the horizon;", "height": "2853", "width": "1639", "jp2-path": "niobraraslovesto00blac_0038.jp2"}, "37": {"fulltext": "35\\nStopped within a lovely valley\\nWhere the antelope were feeding;\\nSaw the noble crooked river\\nFrom the hill- tops near the valley,\\nSaw the landscape in its beauty,\\nViewed with awe the scene enchanting,\\nSweet and cool the zephyrs, floating\\nThrough the cedar trees at even\\nCould not cool the heat of fever\\nIn the lovely Niobrara.\\nRestlessly she moaned in sleeping;\\nLike the troubled ocean billows\\nTossed and turned in broken slumber.\\nAs the moonlight tinged the landscape\\nSilv-r with its harvest beauty,\\nShe arose aud wandered in it,\\nWhere its pale light toned her beauty\\nTo a perfect marble statue.\\nAnd her lovely hair, loose streaming.\\nMade a picture for the muses.\\nTo the highest point of hill-top\\nWinding round, she slow ascended\\nUp and up, until the summit\\nSeemed to baffle all her efforts;", "height": "2853", "width": "1639", "jp2-path": "niobraraslovesto00blac_0039.jp2"}, "38": {"fulltext": "36\\nWeak and faint, within the shadows,\\nSank to earth with her lamenting;\\nOh! that you, my hunter-lover,\\nCould but cool my brow of fever!\\nCome to me and let rae nestle\\nIn your strong arm s light caresses.\\nLet me know that thou art near me,\\nLet thy tomb become my pillow.\\nLet my soul go out to meet you.\\nO, my love-lost hunter-lover!\\nLet me join you in your journey\\nThrough the silent spirit ocean.\\nLet your sweet- heart, Niobrara,\\nLike the stream that flows its waters\\nTo the universal ocean.\\nCome and join your soul in heaven.\\nBy the twilight s dim reflection\\nShe was found with burning fever\\nIn the early autumn morning.\\nLong she moaned and suffered; always\\nCalling Keya Paha, her lover.\\nWasting daily with the fever,\\nUntil death at last released her.\\nAs the spot where she, lamenting,", "height": "2853", "width": "1639", "jp2-path": "niobraraslovesto00blac_0040.jp2"}, "39": {"fulltext": "37\\nIn the moonlight s silvery shadow,\\nSaw the last of love s sweet torture,\\nThere a mound of earth has risen;\\nAnd she rests beside her lover\\nThrough her long and silent resting.\\nThus her prayer at last was granted,\\nAnd his tomb became her pillow.\\nTHE END", "height": "2853", "width": "1639", "jp2-path": "niobraraslovesto00blac_0041.jp2"}, "40": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2853", "width": "1639", "jp2-path": "niobraraslovesto00blac_0042.jp2"}, "41": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2853", "width": "1639", "jp2-path": "niobraraslovesto00blac_0043.jp2"}, "42": {"fulltext": "190Q\\nDeacidified using the Bookkeeper process\\nNeutralizing agent: Magnesium Oxide\\nTreatment Date: Sept. 2009\\nA WORLD LEADER IN COLLECTIONS PRESERVATIOI\\n111 Thomson Park Drive\\nCranberry Township, PA 16066\\n(724) 779-2111", "height": "2853", "width": "1639", "jp2-path": "niobraraslovesto00blac_0044.jp2"}, "43": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2853", "width": "1639", "jp2-path": "niobraraslovesto00blac_0045.jp2"}, "44": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2940", "width": "1840", "jp2-path": "niobraraslovesto00blac_0046.jp2"}}