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Title: Ballads of life
Year: 1886 (1880s)
Authors: Ward, J. H. (from old catalog) Hardt, Thomas. (from old catalog)
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Publisher: Salt Lake City, Utah, J. H. Parry & co.
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
Digitizing Sponsor: Sloan Foundation

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d, And with rapture quaffed the fountains treasure, -From a barken vessel rudely fashioned. Then on couch of yielding moss and rushes. Bear-skin covered, slept the pale-faced hunter, Safely slumbered till the morning sunshine. Like the desert-Arabs wildest war-chief.Fearful then with knife and bow and quiver.Stood the Indian by his guest fast slumbering.Woke him, and the frightened white man starting.Quickly reached to grasp his trusty weapons;But a dish to him the Indian proffered,Brimming over with a food nutritious;Thus he smiling the white hunter nourished.Then he brought him far through many windings.Over brakes and rocks, through brooks and valleys,Ways untrodden till they reached the highway.Bowed with thanks to him the pale faced hunter,But the savage stood and darkly frowning.Gazed with eagle eye upon the stranger,Spoke with voice both full and firm and earnest, Haply ere this we have met each other ? As by palsy stricken stood the hunter.In his host and guide now recognizing
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6^^ TRANSLATIONS. » Whom he in the storm-wind forth had driven,Dashed, confused, he stammered forth excuses,But the savage, calmly smiling, answered—Tell your prudent, wise and crafty peopleThat we savages have more of feeling;Thus he spake and vanished in the forest. OTHER POEMS WYNONA. Lake Pepin is a widening of the Mississippi River. It is about twenty miles inlength and from two to six miles in breadth. Near the south end of the lake is ahigh bluff called Maidens Rock, the top of which seems to hang over towards thewater. The Indians pretend to fix a date to the incidents narrated in this legend.They say it occurred about one hundred and fifty snows ago. They are offended ifyou suggest the possibility of its being a fiiftion. I wish I could throw into the storythe feeling and energy of the Indians who related it to me while teaching schoolamong them. In the brig-ht west where fades the lingering hght.Whence the last beams of sunset take their flight.Where lawns extend that sco

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