PRELUDE. 
 
 I am Chieftain of the Nation 
 Of the Kickapoos; and station, 
 High as mine, is indication 
 
 Of a purpose high and grand ! 
 
 With the Indian Sagwa dealing, 
 And the Indian Oil so healing, 
 Indian Worm Killer revealing, 
 
 Come I to the white man's land ! 
 
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CANTO THE FIRST. 
 
 Once a maiden had the mumps, sir, 
 And her face it was a sight ; 
 
 Both her cheeks were awful lumps, sir. 
 And she truly was a fright ! 
 
 Doctors came, and all assured her 
 That her fate was manifest ; 
 
 Indian came, and quickly cured her 
 With the Indian Sagwa blest! 
 
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Dreadful dropsy dragged a duchess 
 Down the depths of dire distress ; 
 
 Grew, did she, while in its clutches, 
 Bigger than a cider press ! 
 
 And her tootsies," once so winning, 
 Grew to fill a twenty shoe ; 
 
 Indian Sagwa had its inning — 
 Now she wears a number two ! 
 
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With the chills, and with the fever, 
 Uncle Ned was quite used up ; 
 
 Thinner grew than butcher's cleaver, 
 Or a fancy greyhound pup ! 
 
 But the Sagwa, health- infolder, 
 Met and tackled Uncle Ned ; 
 
 Rotund as an office-holder 
 Soon he grew from sick abed ! 
 
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Dreadful gout had harnessed Wigger, 
 Who would take his frequent dram; 
 
 Bigger grew his toe, aye, bigger 
 Than a Cincinnati ham ! 
 
 With his foot upon a pillow, 
 Sat the victim poor of gout ; 
 
 But the chieftain, Umadillo, 
 
 With the Sagwa, ''knocked it out!" 
 
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Shadkins, and his wife named Cafta, 
 Suffering from ailments sore, 
 
 Hanged themselves across a rafter, 
 Thus to reach the golden shore !" 
 
 But the chieftain to the dwelling 
 Came, and saw and cut them down ; 
 
 With the Sagwa he was selling 
 
 Filled them up and "did them brown." 
 
Hypochondriac was Jarrid, 
 Thought he was an elephant , 
 
 And a trunk he ever carried, 
 
 Though it made him puff and pant ! 
 
 But a single, single bottle 
 
 Of the Sagwa — draught of peace ! — 
 Poured adown his willing throttle, 
 
 Brought him down to a valise ! 
 
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CANTO THE SECOND. 
 
 A yellow East India tycoon, 
 Once fought with a brindle baboon ; 
 He was knocked quickly out in three 
 rounds, or about, 
 As dead, they all thought, as the moon. 
 
 The Indian Oil chieftain Fair Hand," 
 Was trg.iling along through the land ; 
 And he rubbed the tycoon with the Oil, 
 and quite soon 
 He danced a live jig oa the sand ! 
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There was an old man of Duluth, 
 Who, wishing to get at the truth, 
 Dived into a well, as the chronicles tell, 
 ^nd bruised himself badly, forsooth ! 
 
 He battered his nose and his chin. 
 And barked most severely his shin ; 
 But the great Indian "Oil, which all bruises 
 will foil, 
 
 Soon brought him a wholly new skin. 
 
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A gent, who was one of Siam's 
 Best citizens, had the jim-jams 
 Clear up to the hub ; and made a hubbub 
 By driving two sacred black rams ! 
 
 His head was cut off by the king, 
 Delighting in that sort of thing, 
 But the Indian Oil man, with a two gallon 
 can. 
 
 Restored the man's head, as they sing ! 
 
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A lady who lived in Calcutta, 
 
 Was just too exceedingly utter ; 
 Yet as red was her hair as a fox anywhere, 
 And, heavens and earth, how she'd 
 stutter ! 
 
 Alas, for this lady, named Hoyle, 
 Her nose grew a wonderful boil ; 
 As her hair 'twas as red, and as big as a 
 sled, 
 
 Yet cured by the great Indian Oil. 
 
A snake bit a bitter old maid, 
 Her heel was the place of the raid, 
 And her foot it swelled up like a New- 
 foundland pup, 
 When down she kerflummuxed and 
 
 prayed ! 
 
 The Indian Oil man said he'd take 
 The poison right out in a shake ; 
 And he did, I can tell, the old maid get- 
 ting well ; 
 
 The snake ? oh, the bite killed the snakel 
 
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Cried Dutchy, Mein hairs haf growed 
 oud 
 
 More dhin as nein hairs vas, aboud ; 
 More as dhin as der bier dot dhey meket 
 'boud here, 
 Und vhere I shall got him do sbroud ?" 
 
 The chieftain, with Oil good and strong, 
 Rubbed Dutchy 's bald head, right or 
 wrong ; 
 
 Very soon grew the hair, thick as that of 
 a bear. 
 
 And full forty-four inches long ! 
 
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CANTO THE THIRD. 
 
 Oh, what are the mermothers saying, 
 The waves with their tresses a-playing ? 
 I'll tell you, no longer delaying: 
 
 Supreme is the Indian Worm Killer 
 
 Far down on the ranches of Texas, 
 In swamp-lands of Skootookomexas, 
 In cities of eastern Silexas, 
 
 Sing mothers of Indian Worm Killer. 
 
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A child had the worms and would double 
 All up in a heap with her trouble ; 
 With joy doth the mother now bubble, 
 The worms were knocked out by Worm 
 Killer. 
 
 A young and most beautiful daughter, 
 By worms driven on to self-slaughter, 
 Jumped into a pail of cold water — - 
 
 Was saved by the Indian Worm Killen 
 
A tape-worm, exceedingly taper, 
 Full forty rods long, said the paper, 
 From out a girl's mouth in NeW Draper, 
 Was forced by the Indian Worm Killer! 
 
 A woman once swallowed a lizard. 
 While drinking, and fancied a blizzard 
 Was racking and whacking her gizzard, 
 Knocked out was the liz by Worm Killer. 
 
 To the truth of all these thrilling narratives I swear — by 
 gosh ! A. T.'i Son, 
 
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