. The calumet of the Coteau, and other poetical legends of the border. that he proffers, upward with curling smoke,Prove ever true and lasting, or the Wa-kons curse invoke!With one long puff from sacred pipe, each passes it along,Mid bold harangues of warriors and mingled dance and song,Till all have pledged Man-i-tou each as a friend to know,While sun and moon shall circle, or crystal waters flow. Thus, where the Min-ne-so-ta the Mis-sis-sip-pi meets,And fairy Min-ne-ha-ha in matchless beauty sleeps,Warriors of Man-i-to-ba and from Mis-sou-ris strand,Foxes of Mil-wau-kee and the Mi-am-i grand
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. The calumet of the Coteau, and other poetical legends of the border. that he proffers, upward with curling smoke, Prove ever true and lasting, or the Wa-kons curse invoke!With one long puff from sacred pipe, each passes it along, Mid bold harangues of warriors and mingled dance and song, Till all have pledged Man-i-tou each as a friend to know, While sun and moon shall circle, or crystal waters flow. Thus, where the Min-ne-so-ta the Mis-sis-sip-pi meets, And fairy Min-ne-ha-ha in matchless beauty sleeps, Warriors of Man-i-to-ba and from Mis-sou-ris strand, Foxes of Mil-wau-kee and the Mi-am-i grand, Chieftain of Min-ne-o-la, on crested helmet sheen, Runners of Min-ne-o-pa, from rolling coteaus green, With fiery Mish-e-wau-kee pledged the Man-i-tou GodThat coteaus of Da-ko-ta by whites should neer be trod; 24 THE CAL-U-MET OF THE COTEAU. But the roaring Min-ne-tan-ka a border hence shall beBetwixt the native rovers and those from oer the sea.First pale-face then from the council adown the river passed;By the fate of Indian nations, happy had they been the last !. THE INDIAN COUNCIL. Too soon, alas ! the Long-Knife upon his charger came ;Anew they smoked the calmet, and friendship pledged again ;But no Le Sueur or Jo-li-ette, with hearts of truth and love:Twas now a band of traders, robbers whereer they rove. THE CAL-U-MET Of THE COTEAU. 25 With honeyed words, but hearts of lust, they promised but to win, Practised vile arts on innocence, proud revelling in sin ;Cheating alike in what they bought, and gaudy trinkets sold ;Every craft was justified to garner furs and gold;The flowing cup of sorrow they luring hold in sight, —Pelf sanctifies the weapons, — success is ever right.13 Naught care they for the sufferings, the hunger, thirst, or coldOf agonizing victims, so with gore they gather gold, At first they taste with caution, then drink and drinkagain, Like flock of simple goslings, soon sense with bottledrain ; Then dance, and laugh, and swagger, —men, not maid-ens, kiss,