Junialuskee
Where shall the red man rest at last, that the white man shall not find him?
Where shall his wigwam smoke arise, nor draw his " fate " behind him?
Where shall he plant an apple-seed that a pale-face shall not gather
The golden fruit ere the downward root hath tapped the Indian's father?
Under his spreading apple tree, to his sons and daughters dusky,
With their heads bowed down to their travel-gear, spoke Chieftain Junialuskee.
His sons and daughters are on their way, and Junialuskee follows.
And his apple tree? Why, Junialuskee sold it for fifty dollars!
Where shall his wigwam smoke arise, nor draw his " fate " behind him?
Where shall he plant an apple-seed that a pale-face shall not gather
The golden fruit ere the downward root hath tapped the Indian's father?
Under his spreading apple tree, to his sons and daughters dusky,
With their heads bowed down to their travel-gear, spoke Chieftain Junialuskee.
His sons and daughters are on their way, and Junialuskee follows.
And his apple tree? Why, Junialuskee sold it for fifty dollars!
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