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The Indian advocate. ([Sacred Heart, Okla.]) 1???-1910, May 01, 1907, Image 15

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same sua that rolls over your heads, the Indian hunter pur
sued the panting deer; gazing on the same moon that smiles
for you, the Indian lover wooed his dusky mate.
"Here the wigwam blaze beamed on the tender and help
less, the council fire glared on the wise and daring. Now
they dipped their noble limbs in your sedgy lakes-, and now
they paddled the light canoe along your rocky shores. Here
they warred; the echoing whoop, the bloody grapple the de
fying deathsong, all were here: and when the tiger strife was
over, here curled the smoke of peace.
"Here, too; they worshipped; and from many a dark bo
som went up a pure prayer to the Great Spirit. He had not
written his laws for them on tables of stone, but he had tra
ced them on the tables of their hearts. The poor child of na
ture knew not the God of revelation, but the God of the u
niverse he acknowledged in every thing around
He beheld him in the star that sunk in beauty behind his
lonely dwelling: in the sacred orb that flamed on him from
his midday throne; in the flower that snapped in the 'morn
ing breeze: in the lofty pine, that defied a thousand whirl
winds; in the timid warbler, that never left its native grove;
in the fearless eagle, whose untired pinion was wet in clouds;
in the worm that crawled at his feet, and in his own matchless
form, glowing with a spark of that light, to whose mysterious
source he bent, in humble, though blind adoration.
"And all this has passed away. Apross the ocean came
a pilgrim bark, bearing the seeds of life nd death. The for-,
mer were sown for you, the latter sprang up in the path of
the simple native. Two hundred years have changed the
character of a great continent, and blotted forever from its
face a whole peculiar people.
"Here and there a stricken few remain :but how unlike their
bold, untamable progenitors? The Indian, of falcon glance
and lion bearing, the theme of the touching ballad, the hero
of the pathetic tale, is gone:, and his degraded offspring crawl
upon the soil where he walked in majesty, to remind us how
miserable is man when the foot of the conqueror is on his neck.
"As a race; they withered from their land. The arrows

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