  Did you see some Indians passing, Just a short while back? Looks as if they must be massing For a fierce attack! Buckskin fringes, turkey-feather Huge head-dresses and Bows and arrows, altogether Quite a frightful band! From the lilac-bushes springing, See them rushing! Ugh! Awful war-whoops wildly ringing! There'll be scalping, too! In their fearful frenzy leaping, It is very plain Soon around us they'll be heaping Mountains of the slain! Soon their victims will be falling— But, above the noise, Hark! I hear somebody calling, "Come to dinner, boys!" |
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