Indian Wars

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Indian Wars

We started to march o’er the plain,

And looked for shelter long in vain,

At last a scout brought in the news,

He found a house to rendezvous.

A large block house in the valley

Where the company could rally;

And soon they start a cheerful fire

With all the comfort they desire.

But when the wind went howling by,

It bore along an infant’s cry;

Men rushed out on the prairie

For to find the little fairy.

They found child in arms of mother,

And met its father and its brother,

And a young sister who was quite small,

With kitten wrapped up in a shawl.

These folks were drawn by an ox team,

And of such storm they did not dream;

O’er wagon canvas erection,

It gave them but slight protection.

But though this family was in gloom,

The soldiers gave them warm room,

Where they slept till dawn of day,

Then emigrants went on their way.

But soon a soldier gave alarm,

Which to us seem’d to bring us harm;

He thought, or was it but a dream,

That he heard the baby scream.

Horror on all it did hefal,

When soldier said ’twas wrapped in shawl;

We knew not how it should be fed,

And feared that soon it would be dead.

The mess we fixed is historic,

For to feed it milk and paregoric;

Just then we heard Indians yell,

And thick ’mong us their arrows fell.

But they found they could not trifle

With us, when each seized his rifle;

But so quick they us surrounded,

Several of our men were wounded.

But soon quiet did reign supreme,

Then infant once more was the theme,

Though no more the babe doth squall,

For arrows have transfixed the shawl,

Each soldier’s heart was grieved sore,

For blood it trickled to the floor;

So much witl, grief they were smitten,

They opened shawl and found dead kitten.