Category: Poetry
Little White Crow was an Algonkin, And he lived on the Isle of Chips; His legs were long, and his flanks were thin, He had high cheek-bones, and a strong square chin, Jet black was his hair, dark red was his skin, And white were his teeth, when a joyful grin At the sound of th...
In the Iroquois towns very deep was the grief, When they heard of the pitiful plight of their chief; There wasn't a woman in all the Five Nations, Who didn't indulge in prolonge...
1. Part I.Little White Crow was an Algonkin, And he lived on the Isle of Chips; His legs were long, and his flanks were thin, He had high cheek-bones, and a strong square chin, Jet black...
2. Part II.A year and a day! A year and a day! How the days and the weeks and the months roll away! How little we know what of joy or of sorrow lies Before us next year--but I've no time t...