r Song of Kansas anb Ott]er poems. Ey JOEL MOODY. 'There is no history so true as the poetic." — Marcflla Howland. TOPpK A. KANSAS: GEO. W. C R aXP fr.^ftPffl'GTb^ i8qo. ^ 'i r 762,42.4- Copyright, 1890, by Joel Moody. PREFACE. Each of these poems was written for a special purpose — to commemorate some fact or event in my own life. The Song of Kansas is a tribute to the State in which I have lived nearly thirty-two years. My life is a part of its history. I wrote the "Song" for my children, who were born in Kansas, and desired to know something of the early history of their State. For this purpose I have added ample notes. The other poems connect me with things and per- sons, about which or to whom they were written, and thus they also are a part of my life. There has been of late a personal demand on me for their publication. I send them forth, not for profit or fame, but simply as messages of Patriotism, of Friendship, and Love. THE AUTHOK. THE MAPLES: Mound City, Kansas, September 1, 1890. CONTENTS. TAQE. Peep ACE v Contents vii The Song of Kansas 1 Introduction 3 I. Coronado's Maich through the Plains in the Year 1541... 5 The March 5 ir. The Advent of Cohimbia and the Natal Song of Kansas.. 15 Columbia 17 The Natal Hour 19 III. The Struggle in Kansas with Freedom against the Great Hydra — American Slavery 21 Pardee Butler 25 Charles W. Dow 25 William Phillips 25 Thomas W. Barber 26 Andrew H. Reeder 27 The Invasion 28 Lawrence 28 Freedom's Champion 32 Liberty and John Brown 32 Col. John W. Geary 41 Linn 42 Osawanda 43 John Brown 75 The Civil AVar , 78 viii Contents. The Song of Kansas — Continued: IV, PiGE. Kansas in the Reign of Peace 80 Peace 80 The State 81 The Home 83 The Early Pioneer 85 The Prairie Fire 86 The Heroes 89 Commerce 88 The Flag 89 History's Wisdom 91 Tlie Sunflower 93 The Patriot's Love 93 MiSCELIiANEOUS POEMS 95 The Prayer upon the Wall 97 Dawn 101 The Tear 102 Life 103 The Last Roll • 104 University of Michigan: Threnody 107 Old Captain Sumpter 115 The Guest at Home 120 The Sawmill of the Gods 121 Looking Backward 124 A Young Lady's Holocaust 128 The Child of Fate 129 A Scotch Song: "Stormy Weather" lao A German Drinking Song 131 "Eximpt" 133 Tlie Loaned Book 134 Alone 135 The Enchanted Garden 136 Silver Threads 137 What is the World to Me? 138 "The Maples" 140 Historic Notes 143 INTRODUCTION. T STRIKE the chord of the enchanted shell To Clio given, whose soft strains lingering dwell With him who makes the ancient thing his joy, And grateful is, those strains his steps decoy: — With him who strays by ivy-mantled wall And hears the trembling voice of Ages call: — With him who in some dark abode or wild Finds the first footprints of rude Nature's child, With kalends numbered from the oldest page And cut in sullen stone moss-grown with age: — With him who dares to ride the endless nuiin. To tread the mountain tops and pathless plain, Or to explore a world whose people eld No page had known or civil eye beheld; Or where within these ancient realms new forms Arise, where civil life is built, where warms The patriot heart, and in the fireside blaze We find the old expiring as we gaze. Fondly with the blue-eyed Muse I dwell, — she Who haunts the restless realms of History. tJI/e ^ong of Kansas. I. CORONADO'S MARCH THROUGH THE PLAINS IN THE YEAR 1541. THE MARCH. It was when pious, prond and bold Carlos the Fifth reigned king of Spain, Old chevaliers, with worldly gain Imbued, crossed the mighty main To plant the cross, and search for gold. Of valor, who shall question that? Each one a knight, had kissed the hand Of lady love, and sworn to stand By Honor"' 8 sword in foreign land, — Swore by the spurs, and tipped the hat. And thus stout men, and brave and true. Skilled in the art of war, and lore Of sea, — toward setting sun they bore, While Coronado, far from shore. Waved his dear land a long adieu. r^ The Song of Kansas. Tims, while King Charles did tell his beads And tinker at his clocks, there came, The highest on the roll of fame; The choicest chiefs,^ in Honor's name, — Valiant they came for valiant deeds, To the great land of ancient mines, — To kingly Montezuma's home, — Through cities old and gray to roam, — To that rich realm in weirdly tome Foretold by astrologic signs. From the trackless path of the wide Sea came, to take the path on land Of many an Indian band; — Perchance to find and shake the hand Of lost Nunez, and him provide. ^ And soon in part their hopes fulfilled; — The Spaniard lost on land and sea Cabe^a came, and told in free And easy tale the story he Had heard of men profoundly skilled In all the arts of peace and war, — That he had traveled over plains Of weary sand, where kindly rains Had never come, — and mountain chains Whose peaks, high capped in snows afar, V. The Song of Kansas. Were filled with gold; and that they stand Like sentinels to show the way To cities gemmed like some bright spray; And at their feet outspread did lay Bounteous pastures, and fruitful land. Ileralder of a mighty state ! Whose soil thy own brave feet have trod, Whose hand first waved the potent rod Of empire o'er her emerald sod, Cabe(^a, first among the great ! ?i Now, Coronado must adventure — • He is a chosen child of Fate; His name must stand among the great, Undaunted he of scorn or hate, His star did not arise for censure. On to Rio Colorado ! Mark the dim trail which Diaz took ! Search the land Alar('on forsook ! Plant there the cross and Holy Book ! Then on asrain with Alvarado, To rare old cities of the hills Held fast within their lap of earth. Whose history and ancient birth Forestalls the years; whose golden worth The multitude with wonder fills ! ^ The Song of Kansas. Weary and worn, those sturdy sons Of Spain marched on through torrid heat And stifling sands, at last to meet, Not hopes fulfilled, nor waters sweet To taste, nor wealth in hoarded tons To harvest in like golden sheaves; But savage men with filthy wives, And homes of mud for weirdly lives. ■* Then blasted hopes unsheatlied the knives, And Pueblos fell like Autumn leaves. Then on old Zuni's heights was woe: — "Where once was freedom now the walled Fortress shuts in a race enthralled; — And where in peace and joy they called Upon their gods, a foreign foe Has turned to mockery their prayers. Then, ancient head and saint of j-ears, Downcast, trembling and sick with fears. Implores the Hidden Power in tears For one to save his race, who dares To give his life that men may live: — And though the hand of Heaven be slow, The prayer unanswered does not go. A life is asked — no promised bow In sky, or hand of brave to give, The Song of Kansas. But him who can fond hopes beguile; — Who can with sly and studied art Pluck every fear from his stout heart; — Who can from home and world depart, While Death wafts up to heaven his smile. Such man was found. Nor do the years Pass o'er a race of men or age, In this old world's story, when rage Of lust blots fair History' s page, Without some man whom time endears, As the great savior of his race. To come and offer up his life. Not such as told of mythic strife In ancient lore, or story rife With deeds that do their gods disgrace; Nor mighty one among the stars, In Vedic poem sung; nor vast Old giant of the earth, to cast The weighty spear, and then at last Forsake mankind, like bloody Mars; But came then forth a man inspired With holy, grand, immortal sense Of love, which goes like sweet incense Up to heaven, and is recompense Alone for all of life required. ^ 10 The Song of Kansas. In pity, tlien, this fable told The savage sage to save his race: That far away some hallowM place Was known to him, where the white-face Doth dwell and dress in silks and gold; And that they eat from golden plates, With silver spoons and forks and knives; That fairies live with men as wives; That mankind live enchanted lives, Where want comes not nor strifes nor hates; That lie will lead o'er hills and dells, To that fair land where cities old Are filled with tons of wealth untold; To where a king is clad in gold. And sleeps ' neath trees with golden* bells. Brave savage guide ! his story told, Dupes Coronado, and his train Of idol worshipers. In vain Shall death appall; he shall be slain, And save mankind, like gods of old. Then brought he forth the pipe of peace. And lit the sacred fire, and said: "This pipe I smoke, that our brave dead. Whose souls move round the mountain red May come and give our woes release. The Song of Kansas. 11 "Now will yon go to old Qnivira; To that fair land of onr red pipe, ° Where yon may reap yonr harvest ripe Of brilliant hopes, and joyons wipe All care away; where rests the weary?" "I go," qnoth he, "to clntch the spoil." And tlins the pions fable wronght Into the fancies of his thonght, And led him on, till he was tanght The solid facts of Kansas soil. O'er the vast plains, upon the trail ^ Of eld commercial bauds, who bring The northern fur, for the bright wing Of tropic bird, they go wandering; Far from their stores or friendly sail. Through herds of buffalo, ^ who came With savage look and shaggy 'mane, To question why this warlike train Should here molest their ancient reign; By whose command, and in what name. Prophets they came, to tell these savage Monarchs of the grassy fields That the hard hand of Time, that wields The destiny of worlds, and shields A race of men though born to ravage, 12 The Song of Kansas. Now soon shall strike, and savage beast And savage man shall hear their doom: Give way ! stand back ! pass off ! give rnnni To the weird sisters of the Loom ! Hail ! mighty Genius of the East. Thus to Kansas Coronado came, With pious Turco for his guide; O'er blinding sands and rivers wide; Through valleys gay and rich they ride; And find, not Fortune fair, — but Fame. *'Bring forth my Indian guide," quoth he; ••'Where is thy shining gokU Now tell ! Shake mute thy head t Here goes to hell Thy soul ! " — and the firm savage fell. The first fruits of the golden tree. '•' Thus the host of Coronado Entered on the plains of Kansas, — Thus they made the first advances, Not to possess her fields and ranches, But to grasp a golden shadow. Nor was the kingdom that he sought Filled with wisdom's storied page; Nor ruled by hoary -headed sage; — Here was no land to quench the rage Of fancies that his brain had wrought. The Song of Kansas. He stopped far short of that famed land, Which princely Madoc's children name; Whose beauteous face and manly frame Bespoke a race of Cimric fame; Long lost on the Atlantic strand. ^ " He found Quivira wild and fair, Nature's rude child; yet in her face Might see the vision of a race That, clasped within her fond embrace, Should conquer earth, and sky, and air. His was the life and his the era, When Fancy pictured Fancy's child; — A land where Summer, soft and mild. Cast flowers upon the Year, and smiled To thus bedeck her fair Quivira. Here on the banks of dark Missouri ^ ^ The peaceful country found, but hero For unrequited toil paid dear; The golden tree found not, nor tear From savage eye, for savage story. Here stayed his course, and waved the rod Of empire over Kansas, young And fair; and the dear cross where hung The Christ was raised, and hymn was sung, In honor of his race and God. 14 The Song of Kansas. Ilis hopes a prophecy fulfilled, — The vision that he saw is ours, — Ours the gift of heavenly powers, — A golden land of fruits and Howers, — And deeds which have the ages thrilled. Then backward Coronado bent His course; sadly, slowly, unwept. He went. Here savage Virtue kept Her reign, and here fair Pallas ^ ^ slept In peace, till dawned a great event. Tlie Song of Kansas. 15 II. THE ADVENT OF COLUMBIA AND THE NATAL SONG OF KANSAS. Three hundi-ed times and twelve, the great Pendulum which measures on its arc Both space and time, and there the dark Mysteries of passing years doth mark, Ticked out the coming of a state. And in those years what change has come ! New empires rise while others die, — Cities of old in ruins lie, — And the new fret the vaulted sky, With battlement and spacious dome. And Europe's map, drawn in the face Of deadly "War, on bloody field, Now sadly changed by those who wield The diplomatic axe, and shield The conquering heroes of the race. As with a wizard's touch old Spain Transformed; her knighthood gone, her star Of glory set at Trafalgar; — And yet fair Kansas, from afar, Recalls the story of her reign. 16 The Song of Kansas. Then came fair Science to indite Her hymn, — who with her hammer knocks High truths from out the solid rocks, And deftly cuts from Kansas blocks, Grander than Cnidian Aphrodite. She holds within her mystic hand The potent rod which doth unarm The mighty Jove, — she doth alarm The thunderer on his throne, and charm His lightnings with her magic -wand. She hath disrobed the ancient myth, — Tracked home the planets and the suns, — Measured and weighed the minor ones: Now dusts her scales of sundry tons, And then the atoms weighs therewith. She doth invade old Neptune's realm, — Brings from his depths the hidden lore, — Speaks through his waves from shore to shore, And sets the trident that he bore, On every sailor's prow and helm. Cities unearthed stand forth and tell Old tales. To sight comes back the place Where Virgil sat, — and buried mace Of high old courts, — and Troy's proud race Appears again, where Priam fell. J The Song of Kansas. 17 Now the firm hand is laid on ghost That haunts Arcadia's ancient shades, — The veil is torn away, and fades Upon our sight the phantom maids, And gods, which the old classics boast. From time's great depths, dark India speaks A wisdom by the priests of old, — And gods appear in mystic mold, Fair, lotus-eyed, in snaky fold. Or sit in snows on mountain peaks. Great Egypt, mistress of the Nile, In hieroglyphic lore appears, — Land of dark Memnon, and quaint seers, And mystic rites; the sullen tears Of Time make havoc of thy smile. COLUMBIA. Earth kissed the heaven, and then gave birth To Tethys fair, whose soul on wings Of fruitful love arose, — then springs Immortal Doris forth, who brings To manhood mighty sons of earth. From these Columbia^' comes forth, A nereid of the sea, where old Oceanus keeps his watery fold, — She comes with hair like floating gold, — Star-gemmed her robe, — of priceless worth 18 The Song of Kansas. Ilcr band; and wiping from lior head The slimy wrongs which Ocean kept, And blinding tears sad Misery wept; Then on the surf-beat shore she stept, And held aloft her hand, and said: '"From north to south, from east to west, To Truth and Liberty this land I dedicate; and here shall stand And live the right; here Law's command Shall reign, and here mankind be blest. *'IIere soon shall rise the dazzling sun, That gilds the shield of Liberty; — Sweet Virtue here shall honored be, — Here shall I plant the fruitful tree; Here give to earth a Washington. "Here shall I raise the starry flag, Kow my encircling drapery. And on its ample folds shall be A constellation of the free. Upon the highest mountain crag, *'And in the lowest vale or moat, — Lpon the lakes and mighty streams On gulf and ocean's surge, its beams Shall fall on earth like angels' dreams, — Here shall my proud flag freely float. The Song of Kansas. 19 "And as the coming time advances, There shall upon this flag appear A central star; liolj and clear Its light shall shine, and be more dear To me than all, — that star is Kansas. "Kansas the name — ^ * child of the wind That sweeps her grassy fields, and brings The storm upon his fretful wings. Or on the cyclone rides, and flings The torn and scattered wreck behind, "But ere that time shall come the flail Of Truth will fall upon this land, Harder than stroke of Titan's hand; The golden grain, by Heaven's command, Is tlirashed, and winnowed in the gale." Thus said, the goddess flung her robe Upon the breeze, and took her flight From the Atlantic shore; her bright Path a blazing meteor's light, With heavenly train, shone round the globe. THE NATAL HOUR. Decorate the Thirtieth of May! ^ •' Shall we now the great act deplore Which gave us Kansas C — nevermore. She was called fresh from the dark shore Of Time; she came; hail mighty day! 20 The Song of Kansas. All hail! Kansas this day was bom; JS'ot fuU-tic'dged and arnied^ like fair Minerva from the matted liair Of Jove, to wing her flight in air, And chant "-'Ad astra''' to the morn; But in the dark and sullen storm Of civil strife; like one without A friend or home; and tossed about Forlorn, and mocked by the rude shout Of ruttian bands in demon's form. Sweet Kansas of the fragrant plain ! Thy natal hour shall mark a day Wreathed in flowery love; whose bright ray Shall gild the world, and whose sweet lay Shall charm like some ^oliau strain. The Song of Kansas. 21 III. THE STRUGOLE IN KANSAS WITH FISKEDOM AGAINST THE GKEAT HYDKA — AMEKICAN SLAYEKY. And now we turn the sable leaf Of that great book where Time records The wrongs, the strifes, the bitter words, Where Vice with Error's heart accords, And read the story of our grief. Quaff then the darker drink, brought fresh From Lethe's stream; for sure I am That when this world's great book you scan, No darker deeds are found, where man Against mankind in living flesh Has waged tlie wrong. Quaff and forget, That e'er the issue could be made. That ever premise had been laid, That ever human tongue had said, "Where man his brother man has met, That slavery is right. ^ ^ Here then The issue came, and war on earth: Shall Kansas from her hallow' d birth Be free or slave? Proclaim it forth, And heaven and hell attend on men. 22 Tlie Song of Kansas. Slavery, like the great Python Apollo slew; — bred in the slime Of earth; — whose birth was the first crime Against mankind, and that sublime Ini(|uity of hell to dethrone The rights of man, now crawling winds Herein in slim}', snaky fold: Or like the dragon great of old, On Thebes' rich plain in story told, Great Cadmus slew, and wond' rous finds That from his teeth sown in the earth, A race of men comes forth from clods, For civil strife; and whom the gods Turned man to man, barring all odds, Against his equal man by birth. Python and dragon both, with fierce And bloody mouth, crawling it came; — Eyes that shot forth a burning flame Glared round for prey; and naught could tame The gloated beast of hell, nor pierce Its flinty scales, till it had fed And fattened on the blood and flesh Of Freedom's sons. This past, then fresh From ample meal the vengeful mesh He slipped, and wounded, writhing fled. The Song of Kansas. 23 But e'er that time let me recall, And brietiv note, some deeds of crime, — Some deeds of valor won, sublime To stand throughout recorded time, — Or passing note how heroes fall. And Slavery's banner now unfurled Dark on the breeze of Kansas floats. Strange flag! on which foul Treason dotes; Whereon is writ: "Missouri votes On Kansas soil, or bursts a world ! " Classical in the third degree ! But what does Slavery care? her flag Floats not o'er classic halls; her rag Was made in Freedom's blood to dras:. And blazon forth iniquity. And tliis strange flag herein they send. Painted in black, with threats of war, And words of hell, — and from afar Comes the red flag with its lone star, And the rufflan to defend. Then Slavery's champions these words Proclaim: "Come direful War and whet Thy sword; and let no freeman set His foot on Kansas soil, — ^'' forget That he is man, ye ruftian hordes ! ^ ^ A 23 24 The Song of Kamas. "Let bogus votes ^ ^ and bogus laws ^^ Stand as the will of God I Drive out ^ ^ The villain cursed who talks about The ' Higher Law ! ' ^ ^ Lot him not spout His treason here ! The righteous cause *'0f slavery is recognized By the first law of man and God; — ■ Kansas we own, and on her sod Shall stand no man, unless he nod To our great Truth^ and be baptized "And taken into fellowship With all the dear, beloved ones Who are not classed with Freedom's sons. Give to Northern men solid tons Of iron hail ! and then let slip "The dogs of War! Let no church ope The door to him who cannot pray For Slavery's cause !-* Let no man stay On Kansas soil, who casts a ray Of heavenly light on sinking hope." Brave Kansas ! Now thy bitter hour Comes like a gale of piercing woe, — And where fair Freedom stands, the foe Unsheathes his sword. Her friends bend low The neck beneath usurping power. The Song of Kansas. 25 PARDEE BUTLER. Strange craft appears upon the breast Of swift Missouri's stream, — a boat Of two logs made, bound fast to float, With Pardee Butler, who of note Had made his name. Upon his crest Tlie letter "E." is stamped; — and flags Of divers kinds, with mottoes rare And quaint, lend to the ambient air Weird and vile visions of despair: — But Hope cheers him while Justice lags. ^ ^ CHARLES W. DOW. Now falls the innocent young Dow, Whose manly breast the fatal sliot Beceived unarmed. No fiend, "come hot From hell," would his base honor blot, With deed so base as this foul blow. ^ ** WILLIAM PHILLIPS. Brave Phillips, to tlie call of Truth, Protests against the fraud which made Proud Kansas fall within the shade Of Slavery's niglit, and he is laid Beneath its heel with no relentiue: ruth. 26 The Song of Kansas. Torn from his home, where tender ties Bi7id fast the heart, — borne to the den Of slimy Vice and Hate, and then Shorn of his hair, and bare as when On eartli he came, prostrate he lies, A fresh victim to Slavery's cause. Game of the knights of tar and raUf Doomed to the auction block and sale! ^ He passed a work of rare entail According to the ''bogus" laws. This done, and sanctioned by a call Of Slavery's ^'-law and order'''' men, A band of ruffians from their den, Into his bright home, where children Clasp his knees, and tender cries fall On his sad heart, and where dear wife Implores and prays, and where to save A life the law protects a slave As well as king, came this conclave And there struck down a sacred life. -'' THOMAS W. BARBER. And Barber fell in rural shade, Where loving wife had taught to twine Around his door the blooming vine, Who shared his kiss in love divine And his brifflit home an Eden made. ^ ^ Tlie Song of ICansas. 27 How sad and cold the wintiy day, Wlien his sonl passed within tlie vale Of death. The winds took up the wail Of grief, and bore it on tlie gale. Tlien freemen gazed on his cold clav. And called on Heaven, and raised tlie hand And swore to sow, and then to reap The seed which Freedom cast, nor sleep Till the avenging sword shall sweep Her base-born foes from out the land. ANDREW H. EEEDER. Then Reeder's life they seek. -^ The red Hand of Murder now waits to strike. His manly justice thej dislike, And bowie-knife and deadly pike Admonish him. Then sad he fled; For he had learned to love this land Of blooming verdure and renown. 'Neath shade of night, no name to own. Disguised, he stole away unknown, Dreading the blow of Slavery's hand. Then in his secret refuge waits For his escape, — what oaths he hears! "What direful threats I what torture bears! What serves the honors that ha wears ^ All these would fall by Southern hates. } The Song of Kansas. Now sees, within his recess dim, The dagger waiting for his life. How breaks liis heart in secret strife, How yearns for home, where weeping wife And waiting children pray for him ! THE INVASION. Blow now the blast of direful War! Call in the hordes of "Southern Rights!" Come from Virginia's mountain lieights! Come from the ocean, where delights To float the flag with the "Lone Star."^'" And let Missouri now stand forth, A solid phalanx on the call Of sheriff ! Let her bring her small Arms and weighty cannon, and all Her chivalry, to crush the North. ^^ LAWRENCE. Why? Nestled in the lovely vale Wliere now the Kansas gently flows Serene, and where the lily grows, Like drooping Love beside the rose. And where the powers of Peace prevail. There Lawrence stands, a lovely queen Of May. Sweet Lawrence ! Freedom's child ! Cradled in love, and taught the mild And gentle ways of Truth, she smiled In graceful beauty not unseen. The Song of Kansas. 29 The love of man for man she taught; She taught that human rights are dear; She loved the home, and sought to cheer Sad hearts; and she erected here A citadel for honest thought. This was enough. With sullen look Great guns of war on Oread Frown down on her defenseless head. And now the baleful star has said: "Her doom is writ in Fate's great book."^^ Then came indictments and grave writs For treason, construction of, or high; Which had been found with legal eye, In ample form and quality, And sanctioned by juristic wits. So ordered by Lecompte, the great First Justice, Chief; — upon whose head Had clustered all the glory shed By Soutliern laws; — whose life was fed On that rare meat, early and late, Which doth enchant and chain the mind, — While Slavery had entwined around His heart, — and in whose smile he found That pure, sweet grace, which doth confound Justice and those to her inclined. ^^ 30 The Song of Kansas. Three victims now for treason ^"^ stand In proud sublimity, — -each name Denotes its cause; its public fame; Its noble birth, and why it came To do its work sublimely grand. Free State Hotel — Kansas Free State — Herald of Freedom,^ — these the foes Of Slavery's cause; — here were the woes From "Bogus" laws denounced, — here blows For Justice struck sublimely great. *'Blow up the fortress Freedom built ! Let cannon roar ! Tear down the wall ! Cast out the press ! The shattering fall Will silence speech ! Sot fire to all Within, and crush the freenum's guilt!" — These the hoarse shouts of Sheriff Jones. The savage work is done, and there The fiends of hell ride in the air; And frowning furies of despair Shriek their shrill notes in dismal tones. Carry the news, oh Crime ! nor lag In thy hot haste, to herald forth The fall of Lawrence and the North ! Now over all, in matchless worth To Southern cause, the great red flag, The Song of Kansas. Whereon the lone star shines, there waves And flaunts insulting in the gale; — But Freedom, listening, heard the wail Of her three friends, and saw the trail Of Treason passing o' er their graves. ^ ^ Lawrence, you yet shall drink the cup Of gall, and wear the weeds of woe; — You yet shall feel the savage blow And deadly shaft from Treason's bow, — - Yet go down and with Affliction sup. ^ ^ Tills past, the victor's crown shall wear. Lawrence, no more thy fate bewail ! Sprung from the ashes, thee we hail, Immortal Phoenix of the vale ! And thy proud name and glory share. Here shall our children joyous come, From Learning's ample fount to drink; — Perhaps from Euclid here to shrink, And with poetic Virgil, link The Trojan race to that of Rome. Or here in academic shade Y/ith Plato walk; or find tne school Where Athens' sage made wise the fool; Or trace beneath the tyrant's rule Great states, and see their glory fade; 32 The Song of Kansas. Or hero, in some sequestered spot, The song and theme of poet praioc; Or from the heights of Oread gaze On other worhls, and catch the rajs Of suns whose years bewikier thought. freedom's champion. Now the great Nestor of debate. The manly Sumner, stands with bold And godlike front, and there unrolled The scroll of Infamy, and told How nations fall and how grow great, — And waiting Senate listening heard. The Nation heard; and heard the foul And sodden ScMitli, who then with scowl Of visage dire sent forth a howl. In answer to the heavenly word. Kansas his theme, — of crime to tell. Which he flung down at Slavery's door. Then Slavery struck, — 'tis writ in lore Of hell, — and down on Senate floor, Beneath the blow, great Sumner fell. ^ ' LIBERTY AND JOHN liROWN. Then Liberty, who long had wept O'er crimes committed in her name. Took her sad flight from halls where Fame Had blazoned forth her deeds, and came Ou sable wing of Night, where kept The Song of Kansas. Iler sacred watch-fire burning bright On Kansas soil, the great John Brown. Him she found; — not in busy town, Or soft on easy couch hiin down; But on the grassy plain, where Kigiit With scent of flower and gentle dew Refreshed, — him sad and lowly bent In fervent prayer, and turbulent Unrest she found; — then flashing sent O'er him her radiant light, and threw Iler armor down, and thus began: "Great friend of man and liberty. My name and cause shall honored be In this broad land from sea to sea; Soon shall Slavery's course be run. "But ere that time, a mighty hand, Well worthy of the Titan race, Must here be raised, and in the face Of Treason break the lance, and chase Its furies howling from the land. "Here in the shade of sacred Night, With all her stars and heavenly train Of worshipers who brightly reign On high to note, thy soul I chain To my great cause, and give thee sight ■^ 34 The Song of Kansas. "And holy light to see divine. On thee now falls the blessed raj Which gilds mv shield, and naught shall stay My onward march, until the day I love shall here in glory shine. "Thee have I called, like John of old, Wlio the dear Savior's course forerun. — And thee baptize my holy son, AVith lire, in name of Holy One. Now here within my hand I hold "What the great John of Patmos said Should be in time outpoured on earth, — Yials of wrath; — their deadly worth Is needed now, — for fierce from birth The serpent old holds high his head. "Into this vial now I put the tears. Which loving wives and children shed In Kansas, o'er their murdered dead. Here is a lock of hair from head Of Sumner, with fresh blood it bears;— "Here is the blood of murdered Dow, Barber, Brown, ^ ^ Jones, ^ ^ and Stewart brave; Five sons of mine now in their grave, — This pang their passing spirits gave And cried in woe: 'Make Treason bow ! ' The Song of Kansas. 35 "Here is the anguish of their hearts Which through my drooping spirit runs; — Here are the groans these dying sons Have left, and prayers for darling ones, And kiss while ebbing life departs; — "Here the torn flesh and bloody scars, And damning insult Phillips stood; — From Butler's craft a piece of wood; — Here is a drop of virgin blood Kavished by fiends beneath my stars; — "The ashes here of Lawrence, — there The type of press, the drunken glee, — The dust from trail of Treason see; — Here is the bullet shot at me, And here the slimy serpent's glare. "These 'Bogus' votes you see were cast By ruftian hordes, and these their rags; — ■ Here the ruffian words on flags; — Here the hoarse laugh while Justice lags. And here the 'Bogus Laws' at last. "All these into this vial go ! Now soak, and shake, and let distill. Behold another one I fill ! Here from the sword of Bunker Hill Drops the base blood of foreign foe; — 36 The Song of Kansas. "Here is the sigh which Warren gave, As his sweet spirit passed on high; — Here the keen ghmce of Putnanrs eye; — Here Franklin's thought; and here the cry Of Henry: 'Freedom or the grave ! ' *'Here the patriot pen of Paine, And here the deeds of Wasliington; — Here are liis battles lost and won; And here the dust of every son Of mine who in that cause was slain; — *'Here the swift shaft which Jackson sent Full at the front of Treason; — here The hot words which Talhnadge, dear And grand to every freenum's ear, Hurled back at Cobb, and fatal went. * ° "This is enough. This vial keep; For you will need the lighter drink When Death shall take you home; nor sink Beneath the awful thought; nor think The draught not good; for your last sleep "Shall come and pass in awful form; And you shall heave the broken sigh, And grandly on the scaffold die, — Then with the patriots you shall lie, Unmindful of the passing storm. Tlie Song of Kansas. 37 "But here, this darker drink now quaff! " This then she handed him, and Brown Arose and said : "The thorny crown I wear, nor do I seek renown, — The stormy path I tread, thy staff "Supports me now;" — and then he drank. This now infused all fear forsook, And all his vital spirits shook. Then opened he the Holy Book, And said: "Great Author, Thee I thank "For counsels in my hour of need: 'An eye for eye, and tooth for tooth,' This is no fond, no gentle ruth. No smooth, gilt-edged or varnished truth — Within this book I find my creed; ^^ "Its counsels wise shall guide my feet. 'Tis written here in holy word: 'Christ came not peace to bring, but sword, — To Him I bow, as my great Lord. His truth is ample and complete." This said, the goddess took her flight. And back on sable wing she sped. With flashing halo round her head, — By fair Columbia's hand was led Through all the glittering train of Night. 38 The Song of Kansas. Great soul inspired! whet now thy sword, — Not in revenge, but to protect The land, where Freedom may erect Her home; where safely her elect May come and live in sweet accord. This is the land where first began The holy work in Virtue's cause, — Where men demanded righteous laws And justice unto all, — here was The sword once more unsheathed for man. Not like the sword of cherubim, Who stood of old at Eden's gate. To guard the path against those great First trespassers on God's estate In earth, as sung in holy hymn; — That was a flaming sword of fire. Drawn by ghostly hand, and could Not stand the test of steel, nor should We deem it more than that which would In rain or weeping dew expire; — But here on holy Kansas soil. Stout hearts, and kind and true, were made To seek the virtue of a blade. Keen as old Damascus, which stayed The march of ravenous fiends of spoil. The Song of Kamas. 39 It was a blade two-edged and strong, And sharp and true, as that which rung In Gideon's hand, by poet sung,^- It was the blade which Justice hung O'er sinful heads, and deeds of wrong. " ^ A blow in retribution struck Now falls: — for those five sons who died In Freedom' s cause, five from the side Of Slavery now shall pass the tide: — No hand of Pity tries to pluck Them from his grasp, — no kindly call Of Mercy can his blade elude, — Savage it fell, and sharp and rude, As Samuel into pieces hewed Kin*'- Agag, with the sword of Saul. Sweet month of May ! thy tender hand Now spreads the verdure of the year, — The rose and vine twine am' rous near The door; the song of bird we hear. And midst thy blissful beauties stand. At such a time, in sylvan shade, The sword of Justice fell. The stroke Crashed through the serpent's scales, --il broke Tiie deadly coil, and curling smoke And fiaming fire bespoke the blade. r^ 40 The Song of Kansas. I^ow Freedom's sons stand forth once more, Encouraged to protect their homes, — And in her weeds the widow comes To urge, and tears of little ones Brave fathers kiss awav, implore. For sturdy hand and manly heart, To wage the battle of the Xorth, — And it was done. And then came forth The power for deeds of solid worth. Which forced the monster to depart. In writhing agony he went, ^ ^ With brutal Murder in his path, — Is o mercy now, no pity hath I And coiling fierce in fire and wrath. Seems Hell on dire destruction bent. Aloft the bloody scalp he waves, "* * The dripping blood rests on his brow, — Kills the poor cripple at his plow, * ^ And swears to make all freemen bow, Or send them bleeding to their graves. But hark! It is brave Walker's voice As he commands, and stern report Of Freedom's guns as they on fort Of Titus belch their fiery sport. A shout: 'tis "Freemen, now rejoice!" The Song of Kansas. 41 The type from Freedom's press are east For Freedom's guns, and back they fling The leaden speech on fiery wing. Lecompton fell ! No one may sing Her praise, — damned by a name at hist. ''^ COL. JOHN W. GEARY. When manly Geary said: "I know No North, no South, no East, no West, Nor aught but that which seryeth best For Kansas; tliis is my behest, That right and gentle peace may grow; "That war may stop, blood cease to flow; That we as men must stand or fall Beneath one flag which waves for all: — Nor ask of me that I recall The fierce, foul haryester of woe." Scarce did he dream that the foul blow Of deadly knife for him should wait, — That the red hand and direful hate Of Slavery would carve out his fate, And scourge and fill his life with woe. * '' And why? No flag does Slavery know. But that which waves for Southern cause. The starry flag rebukes her laws ! Nor any land wins her applause. Where seeds of Treason will not grow. 42 The Song of Kansas. Teach Dis to smile I Foul Treason wed To Justice I Paint beauty for the blind I Give demons heavenly words and kind I The hundred-headed Hydra bind I This is what Geary tried, and lied. LDfS. And now we see the bloody hand And torch pass over beauteous Linn. — * - For there had come to dwell within This garden spot brave men. whose sin It only was to bravely stand By Freedom's cause. With fond intent To build their homes, here by the side Of peaceful stream, or prairie wide. Or where the oak in forest pride Outstretched his arms, they pitched their tent. And here where Little Sugar winds. And gently flows in graceful sweep, 'Xeath rugged hills that, high and steep. In sylvan shade and grandeur sleep. His sacred home the patriot finds. Xestled beneath these ancient hills, Whose beauties challenge foreign lands. In landscape made by heavenly hands. The friend of man, Mor>'D City stands, — Her history with rapture thrills. < Q < < en o r^ The Song of Kaiisas. 43 Home of Montgomery ! who here The battles of fair Freedom fought, — Sacred the soil, and dearly bought By blood of her brave men, who thought Their liberty as life is dear. OSAWANDA. 'Twas on the Little Osage, just below The point at which the river, winding slow. Touches the belt of rocky timber hills Which stretching far away to westward fills Out the landscape of prairie grove and glade. This touched with morning light and passing shade Made pictures fairer than a painter's dream. Through which the ready rays of Nature gleam. Here happy June with sweetly-scented breeze Had decked the earth in green, and blooming trees Lit up the scene, and set with vernal flame The flow' ry picture in a leafy frame. Here Genius bold, aspiring to be great. Drops the tired brush, and Nature strikes in hate The hand of him who tries to imitate. To such a spot as this in Kansas came Young Rubin: Northern blood, and sturdy frame Inured to toil, a will for any fate. Thus stood a living factor of a State To be, — which prophesied by such as him Should come, — not in the ages dim, 44 TTie Song of Kansas. But soon. — and panoplied in Freedom's dower Of righteousness, and girt about with power. First, here into this valley fair he came, — The first to mark the bound* ries of his claim, — First to select the spot and cabin build. With soul elate, of fairj fancies filled. Then in his many wakeful dreams br day. Which ran like some unpastured colt at plav. While to his axe the nodding trees would bow, Or while a-field and plodding at the plow, He caught the vision of a blissful home.- A home where young and happy wife should come. — Where barns were full and plenty cheered the board And where his title deed should own him lord. 'Twas thus he mused and thus he pictured all. And hung the picture on his cabin wall. Such men are in demand and win their wav To wealth and power, to love and song, and plav With Fate as reckless as a truant boy O'erleaps the rules of school, or laughs for joy. Nur are they sought in vain. The neighbor goes To such in faith, and breathes his painful woes Or pleasures soft into the willing ear. And finds a friend who ne'er disdains to hear. There the glad soul may list to pleasure's lay And joyous wile the happy hours awav: — Or aching heart may plaint its doleful psalm The Song of Kansas. 45 Of life, and find the ready unctuous balm Unstinted poured on wounds by one who shares His weary ways, and mournful, cumbrous cares: — Or here, when hearts awake the conscious flame Of mated love, responsive to the heavenly name. May feel the fervor and the power divine Of Home, where all the cares and bliss of life com- bine. 'Twas June, as I have said before, And somehow Kubin's thoughts would turn To love, — the thought would Kubin spurn. Untaught of Love, how could he learn Without some angel at his door To light this candle of the soul? But there would come to him, untaught, The vision of some hallow' d thought; Some fairy form by fancy caught. Which stayed beyond the will's control. Then would he heave the heavy sigh, As in that vision he could trace The rounded form, the living grace, The luster of a shining face. The flowing hair and flashing eye. 46 T^ Song of Kanj^s. Thus with some book of modem lore. He mnsing sat, beneath a high Old oak, whose shadow, creeping bv. Seemed to the stranger drawing nigh To point a welcome to his door. The stnpid leaves he fumbled o"er. But dallied with Love's dream of old, — His mind the pages could not hold; And when he raised his eves, behold I She stood before his cabin door. Dumb and transfixed he sat, while he Beheld his fmrest thought fulfilled. Oh I for the ready brush of skilled Hogarth, to catch the scene that thrilled His trembling spirit's phantasy. Glossy and black as raven's wing, Was her bounteous flowing hair. Down o'er her neck and shoulders fair, It softly fell, that these might share The woman's wealth the Graces bring. Here fell on his enraptured sight The full-orbed glory of her eyes; Whose modest lids in soft surprise Half hid the blue which mocked the skie: Her clustering teeth, faultless and white. The Song of Kansas. 47 And half-confined by ruby lips, Laughed within their pearly bed. Beauty flies round the radiant head, And, like the bee by passion led, Dies in the nectar that she sips. Her hand was small, her waist was trim. The hat was jaunty; and bestud With leaves and grasses of the wood; — And a wild flower with opening bud Was lurking just beneath the rim. Gracefully from her dapple gray. Which saddleless she rode, she dropped Upon her slippered feet, and stopped Before the door half-open propped. To greet the owner with "Good day." But ere she had espied him, he Came up; and in a bashful way Thus said: "How do you do to-day? A little dandy dapple gray Tou ride ! What can your errand be? " Startled, and coyly, she replied: "My father sent me here to know. If you would come to-day, and go With him, to warn a family or so To leave the creek, — they are deep-dyed 48 The Song of Kansas. "Abolitionists, so 'tis said; — And at a meeting held to-day, It was ruled that they cannot stay, — ■ But before /would go away, If them, I would fight till I was dead." "What is your name, if I may ask," Said Rubin with a twinkle in His eye, — "Come here and sit within This shade, and tell me what the sin So great, that I must do this task?" So saying, he took the bridle rein Of Gray, and led the blushing maid To a rustic seat, within the shade Of that old oak, which he had made The campus of his new domain. She bashful said: "My name is Ruth, — But still I have another name. To which I answer just the same; And I like it better, — for it came, If the Osages tell the truth, "Just like a snowflake from the sky. Now pardon, how it is so dear To me: My father came out here Some years ago to hunt the deer. When only ten years old was I, The Song of Kansas. 49 "Mother and babies too, all went With hunters then, — father was out,— I left alone to run about The camp, when came an Indian scout, And stole me from my father's tent. "Soon was I tied upon a horse, — Terrible and tiresome was the ride, — Well I recall the prayers denied; And how I plead, and moaned and cried, To waken pity or remorse. "But all in vain. Would Heaven forsake? No. Sleep to me her blessing; gave, And in the morning a young brave. Kneeling o'er me, said: 'Now I save OsAWANDA, — pretty snowflake.' "How he saved his little Snowflake, Need not here be told, — he became My guardian friend; — no other fame He sought, — and I love the name Of Osawanda for his sake. "Five years o'er sandy plains to roam. We swept the deaert side by side, — This was his choicest steed, his pride, — This gave to me, — this did I ride In his long search to bring me home." 50 The Song of Kansas. Transfixed, intent to hear, and charmed, Was Rubin in his rustic seat; "While Osawanda, bright and sweet. As a May morn, told in a neat And airy way how she, unharmed, Was brcmght home to her father's door. While she thus poured into his ear Her lay, a mocking-bird, with clear Unbroken notes, whose mate was near, Poured forth, as upward he did soar From the topmost branch of that tall Oak, his heavenly, amorous song: — Then in mid air — as if his long Drawn strain had storm' d his passion strong. And thrilled by his own notes, in all Their flood of melody — would fall From air to tree, and falling die Of his own song in ecstasy; — But they were deaf to the wild cry Of bird, and his melodious call. That mighty tyrant of the heart, Eros, had come. The captive chains Are there, with all their ruby stains; And all the arms of him who reigns By the tragic splendors of his dart. The Song of Kansas. 51 Now, through his spirit wildly roll, In fierce delight, the forces that Are felt in love and war; which at Her touch he felt, as there he sat. In the focus of her burning soul. Then Rubin quickly to reply. Patting the face of Dapple Gray To him softly said: "And I must say I love you, for your rider gay Hath charmed me with her dark blue eye." Then he to Osawanda said: "Fair one, should I join in this raid Against the homesteads which are made By other honest men ? This shade Is not more dear to my poor head "Than theirs to them. No. I will not ! Tell your father that in this world There ' s room, — that vengeance shall be hurled On him, when o'er his head is furled The flag of freedom, — and a blot "Shall stain the coward soul of him AVho will not stand by human rights; — That honor crowns his life who fights For that in which Fair Play delights, And all the world his praises sing. 62 The Song of Kansas. "Sweet Snowilake! let your mission be, Like thy pure name in mercy given, A white-winged messenger from heaven, — Let not homes from them be riven Whose hearts now beat for Liberty. "Let your mission be peace, not strife. To this just end be quick to dare; And to protect this SnowflaJ^e fair. With all that in me lies, I swear By the charmed story of your life." While thus he spoke, he gently took Unconsciously her hand, — the fair One conscious, and his zeal to share Thought him most grand, and charmed liira there By the mute eloquence of her look. But now the lengthened shadows came Which told that Nature's day was done, — And as the summer hours are run. And harvests ripen in the sun. So in the rays of Love's full flame, In those eventful summer hours. Which softly ran unconscious by, Hath ripened into ecstasy Two hearts, which now shall pant and sigh For stolen interviews, and shady bowers. Tlie Song of Kansas. 53 She took the reins: "Down ! Kansas, down ! " She said, and Dapple, bending h)w, Received her with a graceful bow. Away she swept, but on her brow There sat the shadow of a frown. "A new world!" Rubin cried aloud, As on she sped among the trees; — "A world which one not only sees, But seeing loves, like the soft breeze In balmy June, with floating cloud." Osawanda was called plain Ruth At home, for there no other name Would answer, even though it came Full of old romance, or in flame Of love, or deeds of tender sooth. And then the ready way wherein Young Rubin always called her by Her Indian name, seemed now to lie Close to her heart, — and her blue eye Sparkled as she thought of him. At home, she met the cold and stern Rebuff, — that roughness which denies The tender, soft amenities, Which speak in smiles, and laughing eyes, And tones which loving hearts discern. 64 The Song of Kansas. And then she mused while going home. How Rubin said that she was fair, — And how he praised her flowing hair. Oh ! what a change to mortal pair, In one sweet hour of love will come ! But now, the Fates flj round the hour ! 'Twas late when she arriv^ed at home, — Long had they looked for her to come; And in their weary waiting, some- How overlooked the latent power, Which lay within the melting heart Of this young girl's fresh womanhood; Which, when evoked, is not withstood, When she is in the tender mood. By all the outward forms of art; — And they dreamed not that Love, with his Seductive arts, might counterfoil Their schemes, by digging in sweet toil. Within that garden, whose virgin soil Productive is of mysteries. The father sternly thus began "Ruth, you 're late ! Did you notify That scamp about what's in our eye? These fellows must all leave or die." "Yes," said Ruth, and away she ran, The Song of Kansas. 55 With Dapple to the shed; for she Was then unable to control The bursting tumults of her soul. O Time! — give time! and back will roll The dashing waves of this high sea. Alone with Dapple, she began To try her voice, — pet names by rote Would call, and stroked his glossy coat. But found her heart still in her throat. Heart of stone in breast of Indian, Struck by the anguish that she felt, Would then have broken by the stroke. But Dapple fed, — her fresh song broke Forth upon the air, and awoke The hills, whose liquid strains would melt In soft, returning notes, and fall An echoing cadence from afar On the charmed ear. Never at war Was heart so sad; never did mar With song so sad, the soul's sweet call. Clear did the woodland echoes bring The charming sound of song she sung, In sonnant, soft Cigiha tongue, — And loud the melting words were rung, Unknown by all who heard her sing. 56 The Song of Kansas. Wananda the great gave me a bird, — A bird from the forest at even, — Sweeth' he slept mj bosom adorning. And awoke with a song in the morning. Two years did I keep him, but the third, He flew to Wananda, the keeper of heaven. And I praj to Wananda the great. To send back the bird that was given. For now sad in mj soul there is ringing. The sweet broken song that he was singing; Ere he flew far away to the gate. That opes to Wananda, the keeper of lieaven. Now Life's Great Trail I follow all day; And sadly I slumber at even; For I lie all alone and forsaken, Since mv bird from my bosom was taken; Sadly I sing and fervently pray. Return him, Wananda, the keeper of heaven. A meeting there that night was held, And called for purposes of state, — - And to consider crimes of late, — And settle and decide the fate Of sundry new settlers, and weld J The Song of Ivnisas. 57 The tics of a confederate Brotlierliood; defensive in form Of word and call; but in the storm Of backwoods eloquence, and warm Declaim, it took the form of hate, Toward every person, high or low. Who was allied to Freedom's cause. Then one began: "Who burnt our laws? "'*'•* And while thej listened at the pause. An ancient owl cried: "Who! who! h — oo ! " This was enough: — for there outside As sure as ears can hear, and tongue Can mock, must be the foe. Then young And old, for valor yet unsung. Rushed out to hunt him far and wide. No enemy they found, for he Had tiown; but there in spectral white Stood Osawanda, in the light Of moon full orbed, — a fairy sprite, Listening for fate in secrecy. Then to the council she was led, A willing witness to the truth, "Come," said one, "tell the meeting, Ruth, About this Rubin; is the youth Sound on the goose ? Is he corn fed ? " ^ " 68 Ttie Song of Kansaa. The tumults of her soul had passed, — The fears of an impending fate, Which brooded in her soul of late, Gave way to full-fledged scorn and hate, — Then came the thunderbolt at last. An old toad-haunted cabin was The place in which the council met; — And there with flickering rajs beset, A fancy work of art, did fret Its rustic walls — The Hogus Lmos^ Whereon a tallow dip did stand On end, there struggling to enlighten This pit of darkness, and to brighten This book, which long had stood to frighten, Until its conflagration grand. And this lone candle burning dim Scarce threw a shadow on the floor, — But came the Moon with beam she bore, As if this darkness to explore. Was prompted by some heavenly whim. The latch string to the clapboard door Was pulled inside. On blocks of wood Sedately sat the court; — their good Old coon-skin caps, but tailless, stood Beside them on the puncheon floor. r The Song of Kansas. 59 And in the corner, pale as ghost, Sucli as our aged grandams might Have seen against the rayless night, Stood our Snoivjlah% with eyes so briglit. The moonbeam in their light was lost: — Who thus began: "On errand sent, With questions heavy, and of great Pith to this young and coming State, And such that I could scarce relate, To find young Rubin forth I went. •'This very day I met him, and The message gave, — with courtesy Ileceived, I thought I could descry A trembling twinkle in his ej'e, As there my soul he did command. "We then discoursed of naught which this League cares to know: — enough to say. It was of birds and garlands gay, Until the shadows of the day Slow-lengthening vanished with my bliss. "But this I caught and will relate, — Proudly erect he stood and tall, And said: 'I build a home though small. For wife to find, — nor ill befall My love, nor freedom of the State.' " 60 The Smig of Kansas. Then a hoarse murmur of dissent, — A growl, as of some wild despair. Like a chafed tiger in his lair, Came forth upon the silent air, From men upon destruction bent. "Ho! this young rascal, now," said one, "Will set at naught our government! For what business be we here sent? We will take care of this j'oung gent ! Come, boy ! hand up to me my gun ! ' ' Then she replied: "Questions of state Are not for me. Little I know Of book, or law, or league, and so I never give them thought; and slow I bring my mind to catch debate, — "But one thing above all I know, — That woman's work goes with her love, — And where her heart leads, like the dove From Noah's ark sent forth to prove The land, there her swift wing will go. "Guard your Kubins, and the houses that They build, where loves may safely nest; Then the young State will proudly rest Upon the Nation's love and breast. Like the famed ark on Ararat." The Song of Kansas. 61 Quickly now was this night's work done In that debate, and with that sure, Savage purpose, which doth allure The mad mob, and a vote secure, As if it were the voice of one. The night was set, — the silent hour Was named for work, — naught should conflict, Save now some heavenly interdict, As sure as should that hour be ticked, Upon the clock of Time's great tower. They all retire, and Ruth withdrew Unto her sad and restless bed, — And there she mused, spinning her thread Of fancies one by one, till dead Rubin's face broke the thread in two; Then dropped her hand upon the head Of her huge hound, which long had been Her friend; going and coming in Captive life, like some faithful kin, And always slept beside her bed. He, conscious of some trouble there, Witliin his young queen's throbbing breast, Moaning, licked her hand, and in quest Of truth arose, disturbed of rest. And put his paw upon her hair. 62 The Song of Kansas. She kissed his hand, and then arose, And looked upon tlie Hioon-lit world Without. Silent as the infurled Whisper of a secret wisli curled Close to her lieart, she reached her clothes. In that soft, still hour of midnight, Silent she dressed; and with such fear Of bold intent, and to her heart so near, She dared not let the angels hear Her thought, lest them it might affright. Now past the open door, — no thought Or look behind, but soft she sped, With footfalls of a fairy's tread, For Dapple to the open shed, — Dapple who knew her will untaught. Easy and slow, and sure she rode. Till past the house and hovel by The brook, then loosed the rein, — a sigh Of wished relief, — a half-pent cry, Which until now had been a load Upon her heart, she uttered low. And now she Hies, a passing sprite. Like some weird wonder of the night. Along the plain, in the pale light Of the mellow moonbeam's glow. The Song of Kansas. 63 Halting a little at the ford, To let her '■'■ Kansas^ ^ feel liis way; The rippling waters seemed to say: "Good girl! good girl!" in gurgling play, "Go on ! go on ! you serve the Lord." The cabin reached; she knocked, and spoke In softest tone: "Is Rubin here?" "Yes," he replied; "who do I hear?" And then awoke; but it was clear To him a dream his slumbers broke. A moment's hush, — she then replied: "Dress ! be quick ! and beneath the oak We'll briefly talk." The spell was broke. As there with trembling voice she spoke, — And Terror saw the dream denied. ' T was but a moment ere the tree He reached, and she at once began: "Your life is sought, and so I ran To tell and aid you all I can. Death can't outrun my love for thee." He seized her hand, — spell-bound and dumb He stood, — and as he looked to eyes That shone like moving orbs, which rise And set at sea, and whose light dies At morn, presaging day to come, 64 The Song of Kansas. He could do nought but stand and look; And yet more firmlv, kindly press Her hand. At length, a lip caress Thereof was taken sans duress; Nor did she chide for what he took. This broke the spell, and then she told. At his request, at length and all Of that which at the council's call TTas done, or should or might befall. Then said: "This thought I uttered bold: " 'But one thing above all I know: That woman's work goes with her love. And where her heart leads, like the dovo From Noah's ark sent forth to prove The land, there her swift wing will go.' •* Then his pure passion broke control, — And thus in flood of " ecstasy. As there he saw within her eye And daring face his destiny. Poured forth the torrent of his soul: ''Would that my heart were that loved land, And thou the dove in search of rest; Then would I be forever blest. When she should find it, there to nest, And share the bounties of my hand." The Song of Kansas. 65 Then she replied: "But foes have said That you shall have no land to till; Nor nest for bird, nor barn to fill; Nor bounties to bestow at will, Though small, with which the bird is fed." Then he: "But foes may go and come; The brave alone Heaven's bounties share; The coward never won the fair; Sweethearts are won by do and dare^ With this my life, my love, my home, "Without courage, how would it be Here on thy sacred mission pure To save my life? Could you endure The savage cry of Slander, sure With pack to bay thy purity? "Courage is queenly grace to woman given, — The godlike flame in which all slander dies, — The path whose gentle slope leads up to heaven, — The gemmed Orient of her hopeful skies. "For neither will the world, nor her warm heart's Desire, trust to the fragile arm of Fear; — And as the hunted doe at bay now starts To find retreat, knowing that death is near, —5 66 The Song of Kcmsas. "Will fall an easy prey to all the pack; So sure should Innocence, sweet as the flower Opening its soft petals to the sun, lack Strength, she'll fall by Slander's rude touch and power: *'But the stout heart, however frail the form Within whose white-robed vestal zone it be. Will, like Egypt's pyramids, outlast the storm, And save the sacred name of Purity." Then she: "Your soul is brave and free. I ' 11 be your bird, for you have caught Me on the wing; and you have taught Me love: — Now fight for life ! I ' ve bought Its fee, — then trust in Heaven and me. *' To-morrow night they come, — be on Your guard, — reason and overcome Their rage with fair persuasion; some Are taught by truth, while some are dumb. Sweetheart, good night." And she was gone. Thus, in the solemn stillness hushed By dreamy after-thought of Night, Two Kansan hearts, intent on right. Guided by Love's pure flame and light, Into each other's life have rushed. The Song of Kansas. 67 The morrow dawned upon the mob. Little did Osawtinda dream That she could counterfoil their scheme, With aught that she might say or seem To them, — for hell was in the job. But every move she did discern; And every word and thought expressed, Slie noted; and her rage repressed; And betimes her huge hound caressed, And played a careless unconcern. But as the evening shades appeared. Four men, each a desperate fiend In human flesh, came up and leaned Upon the fence, and so demeaned Themselves, nor hell nor death they feared. Aloud they called for "Old Kaintuck;" — And now they drink, and yell, and stare And roar, and swear as devils swear; And call it pure and red and rare; And as they drink they say: "Here 's luck." Then boasted o'er that drunken bowl. That one "white-livered" Free-State man Should die that night; and then began To load their guns. Now guess, who can, The terror that convulsed a soul ! r 68 The Song of Kansas. Bath qoicklv turned, and pat her hand Upon her heart; then fell beside Her faithful hound; and he espied Her dreadful agony, and tried To talk: bat she could understand. And fainted not, — but quickly as An inspiration frum above. Sent down bv some angelic love. She had resolved. Xo soft kid glove For pets: but lead the virtue has. Now for a ride to outrun Death. Wh«>se stealthy footsteps quickly fall Upon her ear. Hope, life, love, all May go; for nothing can recall His stroke, nor melt his frozen breath. Time! O for the full power to stop His clock, and cheat grim-visaged Fate, "VTho stands like chiseled law to wait. Cold, sullen and disconsolate. To keep the time, and slip the drop. Dapple she rides, whose mettle oft In other days and scenes was tried, — Joy of her heart, her pet. her pride, — On darkness gaze they far and wide. — The plain before, the stars aloft. V^ The Song of Kansas. G9 One star she knows of all the host, Which has to millions been a star To guide to fame, to love and war, — That polar light which shines afar, To point the way, or find the lost. Out from the woods, and northward start, Like hunted deer, — and on they rush. Heedless of mound, or brake, or bush; For Dapple knows in whispering hush Her fears, and feels her throbbing heart. And as he glides she softly talks: — "Now gently, Dapple, — gently — slow — Not too fast at start — far to go. And fearful is the way,^ — you know We must not fail — fail! That word locks "My lips! To fail! O Heaven ! let not The faintest whisper of that word Among the starry host be heard ! But let my speed be like the bird. Whose flight fulfills her swiftest thought ! "Kansas, my pride! you never saw Me fail I and you shall have the rein. You saved me once upon the plain From wolves; and once from being slain By bison on the Ninnescah. 70 The Song of Kansas. "But then my life is all there was At stake. Now my life rushes toward A life that resteth on the sword, — - The faithful servant of its lord; — Then take the rein, and speed his cause ! ' ' Far past the Elk, and to the brow Of Little Sugar's circling hills, Down whose rough sides dire Terror fills The passing soul, — yet dauntless wills, And on they plunge, till safely now Upon the bosom of the broad Yalley spread out in green below. Then to the northward on they go, Till Little Sugar, rippling slow, Arrests their speed. This crossed, unawed Into the forest, west by a single path They go, and eager winding, thread Their way, until their rapid tread Is heard by one whom ruffians dread, Afirainst the vengeance of his wrath. ■■fe' 'Tis Colonel James Montgomery's fort. ' ' Halt ! who comes there ? " is uttered loud Within. "A friend," — responded proud Our Kuth, with ready wit endowed — ' 'And I ' m in search of brave support. ' ' r The Song of Kmisas. 71 "A brave support ! " then answered he; "I'll do my part if just the cause; But I obey no "Bogus" laws, — I have cast them into the jaws Of hell. What can your errand be?" "To quickly save a noble soul From the ruffian jaws of hell," Responded she, "But now, please tell How am I to know but some fell Plot of knave is laid to enroll "My name with the unnumbered dead, And you the sweet-faced angel fraud?" A moment dumb, then — "C> my GodP'' Broke from a heavenly soul outlawed Of earth, and heart subdued with dread. It was a wail of such wild woe, In plaint of doleful anguish caught, That the stern warrior doubted not That she was all she told and thought, And said: "-Ah, well! my maid, I go." But now she said: "Last fall I shot A buck with you on yonder hill; And in the trial of our skill With gun, both shot, but you did kill, And won the deer, but took him not." r 72 The Song of Kansas. "You are the Osawauda, then; The fair, black-haired, and blue-eyed maid, — The captive child ! " the chieftain said. "I am,'' said Rnth, "You have my aid," Said he, "against a thousand men." Soon on their way were rushing fast, Down where the Little Sugar flows, With wild bird's song and scent of rose, — On through woods where the maple grows, — And on till frowning hill is past. There cheeked their speed for moment's breath. Then asked of Ruth: "What now to thee Is this young man? some kin to be Pei-haps." "Worlds! worlds!" said she, "to me, — And for his life I race with Death." Then she cried: "On ! my Kansas, on ! " Then he: ' ' And save I my Beecher, save ! " ^ ^ Who knows by what kind power the brave May live, or foul may find his grave? Both come to earth, and then are gone. Now we leave, dashing white with foam Their steeds, — and turn unto the four Fiends we left two hours before. These drunken, and athirst for gore, Have found their way to Rubin's home. The Song of Kanms. 73 And in those two dread mortal hours, The insult and the pain he bore Within the threshold of his door Cannot be told. Why fate deplore? Or ask the why of hidden powers 'i Enough for mortal man to know: Him stripped and tied, his tlesh they gashed With knives and sharpened sticks; they lashed His back with whips; and swore and gnashed Their teeth, and mocked him in his woe. To the kind voice of Keason dumb, The prowling beast some mercy has; But to these fiends pale Pity was A painted plaything for a devil's jaws, — They drowned and drank it in their rum. But liubin said: "Give me a chance, — Four to one is not fair, when tied. Untie; I ask not aught beside." This was refused, and then they cried: "Come, boy ! give us a song and dance." Then at last one put his hard hand On Rubin's heart, and cried: "Gods, men, How it thumps against his ribs ! " Then He put his ear close, and again He cried: "Gush! gush! it lacks the sand." r^ 74 The Song of Kmisas. And then he drew his knife and said: "Now, boys, this knife I whet to-day For blood. Its point is sharp to slay; It 's time for it to drink, — give way ! " And higli it gleamed above his head. But the base hand, qniv'ring on high. Staid, — and to the floor the knife's fall Went, harmless; for a navy ball Had pierced his heart. 'T was the close call, Unerring, of Montgomery. Tlien and there three ruffians died. The fourth was saved, but notice took Of what Montgomery said: "Now look. You fiend, and note it in your book: Henceforth, your horde must hunt and hide." These were Montgomery's terms, and long Tlie subtle foe obeyed. The maid, AVith Rubin saved, stood undismayed, Angelic in that midnight shade. And there entwined, with passion strong. Her hero in the arms of love. The claim they held, and long thereat They lived, and mighty men begat Who stand for blissful home; for that Holds Freedom's ark; and ark the dove. r The Song of Kansas. 75 Montgomery, thy iiianl}'^ shade Now rests in peace. The sacred grove Now decorates thy grave in love; And weeping waters gurgling move Close to thy feet where thou art laid. Thy watchful eyQ and daring hand Guarded the way for Liberty, — Here at the gates of Linn we see Thy stalwart blade and standard high, As thou a sentinel didst stand ! Sweet be thy rest ! and while the years Roll round, thy name in memory green Shall live, and here each year be seen. Thy comrades come, and o'er thee lean. And drop the tribute of their tears. JOHN BROWN. Sad Linn ! Dark plots and direful things In secret hatched, and compacts made In the vile den or sickly shade. And writ with point of Slavery's blade, In bloody book which Treason brings. In this black book appears the name And sentence of each Freedom's son, — Boldly in blood the letters run, . In the fierce hand of Hamilton. Now stands to his infernal fame 76 The Song of Kansas. The record of that bloody book: Eleven blasts from hell are blown, — Eleven teeth of dragon sown, — Eleven sons like grass cut down; And Hydra of his feast partook. Then came John Brown close on his path, And boldly passing to his den, Ilini struck an awful blow, and when The shackles broke and fell from men He writhed and roared in demon's wrath. Eleven slaves are now set free. — A kindly stroke for those who fell, — A just and righteous parallel, — ^^ Their freedom won, and strange to tell Kansas has gained her liberty. Not on far Afric's burning sand, When age on age has come and gone. And people searching in the throng Which passing centuries prolong. Ask for some hero proud and grand, The theme for master sculptor's hand. Whose ancient glory and renown The waiting nndtitude shall crown. Will there remote appear John Brown ;- But will be found in every land The Song of Kansas. 11 His glory heralded by seers, — In marble cut; by poet sung; And his rude image shall be hung Round the charmed neck, and every tongue Shall praise him as the saint of years. And here, in Kansas, we shall raise The statue to undying fame. With sculptured art, we shall proclaim The fond memorial of his name, "Which thus shall stand and speak his praise. The man— the sword, — the Hydra slain, — The hand outstretched to greet The needy one, — the face replete With love, — and, underneath his feet, The broken links of Slavery's chain. Bright star of Kansas ! now thy place Is fixed: — a brilliant central gem, In Columbia's diadem; Which, like the star of Bethlehem, Points out a savior of the race. O Slavery! dire, enraged; — if you Are doomed, what serves to now rebel? What serves the powers that wait on hell? You sent the shaft when Sumpter fell. Which on recoil shall pierce you through. 78 Tlte Hwess, not by stealth. And home brings all her victories. In legislative halls by hand Of artist touched, where fretted dome And classic pillars charm, do ci^me The great defenders of the home. And round its tires a bulwark stand. The S(mg of Kansas. 85 No wonder told in fiiirj tale, In web and woof of fancy wrought, Can equal this, — no vision cauglit From fairy-land enchants the thought Like this, in which our souls regale ! THE EAKLY PIONKER. Brave men here came to stand or fall For Liberty. The silver ray Of Hope shone bright upon their way, — With faith unshaken, here to stay, No flesh pots could their steps recall. Heroes they came ! to combat here The fates and furies of vast Hell. Unto a desert land to dwell They came; nor drouth, nor flood, could quell Their earnest rage for Freedom dear. False signs to scare did fill the breeze — ■ At crossings of old Indian trails, The traveler reads: "Every crop fails;" — "It never rains;" — "Sometimes it hails;" — "Timothy won't grow, nor trees." At these the sturdy pioneer Leveled his axe; and with a stroke Cut down tlie lies; and then he broke The sod with plow and steers, and woke The earth to grow his harvests here. 86 The Sang of Amisas. But ere the harvest came, what toil Here taxed his early hours and late I What cares and fears on him did wait ! Ere he tlie fickle hand of Fate Could guide, and fix it in the soil. THE PKAIKIE FIRE. 'Tis said Prometheus filched the fire From heaven to minister unto man; But in its use the godly plan Became a scourge, and fire outran The fierce revenge of heavenly ire. Thus, when the white autumnal frost Had touched the world to tints of brown; And blue-joint grass, in tasseled down, Waved its long plumes; and for a crown The Year, these silken tresses tossed, I ' ve seen upon the Kansas plain In early years the fiends of fire Let loose, — who in their hot desire To curse the world did melt in ire, And break the elemental chain. Out from the portals of the south They came. No blast from Borean caves, Beneath the cool, refreshing waves Of northern sea, — but fiercely raves The dread South W/juI, with whom goes Drouth. The Song of Kansas. 87 Weird sisters of the sandy plain, Who scourge the hind with fiery thong, And, moaning as they pass along, They chant their sad sirocco song, And chase away the gentle rain. The blue October haze that slept Upon the grassy fields had passed Away, — and then a somber cast Came on, with swift-winged storm, and fast These frowning furies onward swept. Then on the land they blew their breath. And fanned it with their fiery wings; — ■ No weeping rain, no siren sings. But from the surging flame there springs The black and horrid form of Death. Far as the eye can reach the world Ablaze, — a vast and billowy sea Of fire, — and there aloft in glee These furies danced in revelry, — Their heads in fiery tresses curled — And smoke black as the Stygean blast. And tongues of fire shot forth, and bore Aloft the food of flame it tore From earth, — and on with thundering roar And hiss and crackling noise they passed, — 88 The Song of Kansas. Their waj black as the path of hell. The wolf sought refuge in his den, And safe the wing of prairie-hen; But the poor deer to reach the fen, With fleetest footsteps, fainting fell. Thus was the land left black and drear, — Thus was the food cut off from herd, — And home burnt up of man and bird, — And husky voice of dearth was heard, For fire had harvested the year. The faint-heart croaked: a thought did swerve: His wife had people in the East, — Egypt had flesh pots for a feast, — He went. Thus was the land released Of him, and saved by men of nerve. THE HEROES. Of heroes Kansas is the child ! When Freedom's banner was unfurl' d. Then on her doubtful soil were hurPd Gods of the intellectual world. Who stood by her till Fortune smiled. Brim full of health, to hardy fare Inured, with purpose pure and high, They did their work without a sigh. As if made, and then sustained, by The unseen energies of air. The Song of Kansas. 89 No more the hot sirocco blows — The fanner stopped it with his plow; No drouth disturbs the drowsy cow — The planted grove shades her, and now The desert blossoms like the rose. COMMERCE. Each day her glory like the sun In splendor comes; the ready hand In field and forge now waves the wand With magic power; and through the land The thundering wheels of commerce run. Mighty black monarchs of the plain, — • Great giants with Briarean arms; Whose throats belch forth volcanic charms, — St^el-shod they tread with wise alarms, And pull the lengthened, cumbrous train. These mighty engines of the brain Have brought fair Fortune here to stay, — Have decked the State in bright array, With golden grain; and roundelay Has ushered in the golden reign. THE FLAG. Great State! thy work shall never lag, For here Columbia's royal mace. Advancing, leads her stalwart race; While overhead thy star in place, Shines brilliant in our country's flag. ^ 90 The Song of Kansas. Iso flag so great on earth as this I Go where you will; in every place It honored is; — no hand so base. As mar its fair and starry face, "Which angels seeing stoop to kiss. Let it iu splendor from on high Glance on the world its starry beams I It now in faith and glory streams, — It has fulfilled the patriot's dreams. And flaunts in heaven's fair face no lie. How beats in love the soldier's heart. As he beholds its folds unfurled; For it the battles of a world He fought, when Treason's lance was hurled; And broke beneath his feet the dart. Proudly erect the bearer stands. As o'er his head the colors wave; For this his sword is drawn to save; For this he dares to find his grave. While it floats heavenward from his hands. Let it go forth to every land I Let it in starry splendor wave. O'er every honored patriot's grave! Let it in every ocean lave I And be unfurled by every hand ! The Song of Kansas. 91 history's wisdom. Down the long aisles of ancient time We tread, and view upon our way The old historic milestones day By day; — some here half-broken lay, Sad relics of a distant clime, — Some there but half erect recline, Bending beneath the weight of age, — Perhaps the deeds of saint or sage Record, — perhaps the warrior's rage, And on his cruelties refine: — Whilst here again some shaft is found With letters dim, which doth allure The eye, — -it fell by that obscure. Sad touch, which makes oblivion sure. And lies half buried in the ground: Or here now comes upon our sight A pillar lettered o'er with fame Of one, whose long-forgotten name Does like some mummied thought exclaim: Behold the meteor's passing flight ! Name of wise man or nation great, On tablet writ, or on the face Of obelisk; their fame we trace, — The same sure stroke which doth erase The one, so marks the other's fate. 92 The Song of Kansas. Throw back the veil ! let in the light Of enthertu fire on peoples great ! On city, kingdom, or on state, O'erthrown by man, or God or Fate, — It lights them to eternal night. Of such wise lessons Kansas conned; And learned to shun the rock and shoal Of that dark sea, where ceaseless roll The waves that lift or whelm the sonl- Filled ship: — her hope is Virtue's bond. Nor lift the dark, mysterious veil Which shrouds the realms of future day Haunt not, without some wise delay. Those precincts lit with holy ray, That glints upon the hopeful sail. Count not, dear friend, the grand array Of millions as they proudly swell The time-worn rolls, and safely dwell On plain, or in the flow'ry dell, With peace, — ajid happy in their day: — Enough for us to know; their homes. Blooming like tlowers on Kansas soil, — Warmed by the fires of honest toil. And lit with lamp of Wisdom's oil, Are safer than the glided domes. The Song of Kansas. 93 THE SUNFLOWER. Land of warm hearts, and true and bold; Of yellow corn and golden wheat; Where rosy morn, in radiance sweet, Casts the Orient at her feet; And happy colors run to gold. Blooming land where the sunflower reigns In grace and splendor unconcealed ! AVhile sister fl(nvers their homage yield, And crown her goddess of the field, — The bright Aurora of the plains. Along the paths of commerce old, She stands a sentinel and queen; Streaking the landscape's lovely sheen, With tints of yellow in the green; And blooms in beauty and in gold. THE PATRIOTS LOVE. Proud Kansas ! known on land and sea; Happy the man on foreign strand Who hails from thee ! In any land On earth, a Kansan let him stand, This name shall be his passport free. Kansas ! I love thy sacred name, As o'er my memory sweeps the past; — From thy dark, deep trouble thou hast Now come, to glorious peace, and vast Domain, and everlasting fame. r 9i The Song of Kanms. I dearly love thy stately frame: — That grand physique of prairies wide. Which, like some undulatiug tide Of mighty sea, billows in pride Thy lovely form, and breathes thy name. I love thy sonl, — that spark divine Which struck from the Almighty mind Illumines earth, with manners kind. And motives pure, and laws refined. And Justice sure, and love benign. The home of freemen thou shalt be. Where patriot footsteps love to stray. And to thy soil their homage pay. — Where Virtue with her heavenly ray Doth shine in sweetest purity. And when Time comes to end my days, — Chant in my ear some old refrain Of patriot song; — the parting pain Will cease; — then say: "In humble strain He sang for Kansas her sweet praise.'' V. )J)]|iscellaneous poems. Miscellaneous Poems. THE PRAYER UPON THE WALL. TO MUS. ELIZAHKTII II. UOSS, OF rillOAGO, IT.L., THIS POEM IS DEDICATED. JULY 35, 1888. I. UNDER THE LIGHTS. As I SAT within my home, Turning o'er some ancient tome, Mousing at the musty h)re, There beside me on tlie Hoor Sat my wife, with a Many-colored zephyr ball, And she stitched away, On a motto for the wall. One by one the letters spelt A prayer, asking Him who dwelt In the high cerulean dome, Every day to bless our home. "God Bless our Home," she There with threads of zeplija- ball, Like skilled Arachne, Wrought this motto for the wall. —1 98 The Song of Kansas. Huniining to herself the while, ''Spicy breath", and "Ceylon's isle'' Scent of flowers and song of birds Blended with the holy words. Thus her hand unsought, All my senses did enthrall, — Hand that deftly wrought, Holy words upon the wall. Then I lieard her softly say, In her quiet, tuneful way : *'Have I inwrought God's design, With tliis needle here of mine Into every strand; And will now a blessing fall From the heavenly Hand, For this motto on the wall?" II. WITHIN THE SHADOWS. Dimmed the eyes that brightly shone ! Hushed the voice of sweetest tone ! Gone the hand that deftly wrought. Letters for a blessing sought ! On the threshold lie My griefs; and I there recall Her sweet prayer, by The silent motto on the wall. J The Prmjer upon the Wall. 09 Trees and flowers and grassy lawn, Greet the birds at break of dawn; And within the somber shade, Still the nest of love is made; But my bird is flown, Far beyond her mate's recall, And faded flowers strown. Mock the motto on the wall. Birds no more for me will sine-. Flowers bloom not in the spring Home shall be no home to me, Blessings shall I never see; Sad I sing my lays, For the charming life of all Haunts me as I gaze On her prayer upon the wall. Still I sit within my home, Turning o'er the ancient tome; Searching for the hidden lore, That^ may stricken hearts restore. Nor healing heavenly dew, Nor Gilead's balm let fall. Can bless like one who Placed her prayer upon the wall. 100 The Song of Kansas. III. THE BROKEN HAKP. Touch not the harp ! its chords are broken, Its sweetest tones are dead; Like holy words of \o\e unspoken, It is a prayer unsaid. Or strike the cliords of sinking sadness! Responsive to my soul; For I am tossed on waves of madness, And wild the billows roll. Like harp within my home forsaken, My life is all unstrung; Or like the voice no harp can waken. It is a song unsung. The soul that now is touched with sorrow, Is like a flower unblown; Its hopes are rainbows of to-morrow, Which span the great unknown. Yet, while my heart like harp is broken, I sometimes think withal, That prayer was by an angel spoken. Which hangs upon the wall. Dawn. 101 DAWN. And Night, who treads the vaulted dome, threw o^er My soul the shadow of her lifted hand, Veiling my vision from her starry land; And closed from my fond hope that golden shore, Whose spangled pathways I should walk no more. Then did the heavens recede, and all the grand Infinities of worlds that there expand, And left me groping at her temple door. Then I flung down my faith in man and God; But when I turned to drink from Lethe's cup, Prophetic Dawn, whose feet are sandal-shod With heavenly light, forbade my soul to sup, — She chased the shadows with her roseate rod, And led the Morn to lift my spirit up. 102 The Song of Kansas. THE TEAR. She weeping dropped a tear, and when it fell A poet caught the little pearly sphere And questioned it; and his enraptured ear Caught up the things which it began to tell. He heard the tone of solemn sounding knell O'er a departed Hope; the cry of Fear; The wail of Anguish; and soft sigliings dear Which make tlie lover's lonely bosom swell. And there he saw ensphered a mother's heart, Bleeding for her lost child; and open grave, — And Love amid the trophies of his dart, With every throb of passion that it gave. All heights of joy, and depths of woe, were here Encompassed in the ocean of a tear. ^ Life. 103 LIFE. A roET wandered on some shore of time, And tliere in numbers wrote in mimic liand The story of a life upon the sand; But soon tlie tide washed out the poefs rhyme. A fair sweet flower within its proper clime, Alone, unseen, touched by some magic wand, Drooped its fresh face and wept upon the land. Poet and flower alike is life sublime. But whence, O Life ! come these fair thiugs, the flower That blooms, the bard who sings, the sea, the sky, The scenes of love with their enraptured hour, When everything of earth is born to die? There is no Oedipus with godlike power, To guess the riddle of Life's mystery. \ 104 The Song of Kansas. THE LAST ROLL. During the closing hours of the Senate, in 1883, it had been sngcres'ed that the next roll call would be the last of the expiring session. The thought occurred to the author that a poem would be proper at this junc- ture. A hastily written one was submitted privately to Senator H. C. SIuss, who pronounced it worthy of the occasion, and moved that the Assistant Secretary be heard immediately after the call of the last roll. After it was read Senator A. R. Greene offered the following resolution, which was unanimously adopted : " Resolved, That the poem, with the roll of the Senate attached, be spread upon the journal, and that five hundrtid copies be printed for the use of the Senate." The gavel came down, and a look of sadness Came over the President's face; And the noisy rattle of mirth and gladness Was hushed, while each one in his place. Felt around his heart creeping a sorrow past his control, As the President said: "Secretary, call the last roll!" Here are now gathered from out this fair land, A senate of forty strong men: Farmer, doctor, lawyer, merchant, now stand With work done — a work that no pen Can undo, until Time writes on his old battle- scarred scroll, The work of a world all done, and his call of the last roll. The Last Roll. 105 Now is the time when all differences cease, All faiths and religions are one; And each high Senator gives a release Of all past claims under tlie sun That he had on his brother, in pledge of word, deed or dole, And shakes hands freely all round at the call of the last roll. Each hobby goes out, lean, lank, and unsaddled; Each man is the peer of his brother; All issues now end, e'en those that were straddled, While souls now embrace one another; — And the fierce face of politics the old flag doth enroll. And heart beats to heart kindly, at the call of the last roll. No more to all meet on this rounded ball. No more in this Senate all stand To be counted, — you have heard the last "call"; And now comes the time to disband, — And I think many hot tears are welling up in the soul. As you now hear, and respond to the call of the last roll. .^J r 106 The Song of Kansas. But I ask : Down in the dim future years, On the shore of some fair Eden-land, May you not all meet, — a senate of seers, And clasp the affectionate hand ? Ah ! in that dim depth of the future, that fate of the soul, Who knows but I may call to you all the old Sen- ate roir^ ROLL OF THE SENATE. ALLER, H. M. ANDERSON. T. BENSON, A. W. BLUE, R. W. BOLING, T. G. V. BRADBURY, L. BRETFOGLE, L. W. BRIGGS, L. M. BRODERICK, CASK. BROWN, N. B. BUt'HAN, W. J. CASE, Q. H. CLARK. A. B. COGSWELL, A. P. COLLINS, IRA F. CRANE, R. M. EVEREST, A. S. FINCH, L. E. FUNSTON, E. n. GLASSE, W. B. GREENE, A. R. HACKNEY, W. P. HOGG, B. r. HUTCHINSON, PERRY. JOHNTZ, JOHN. JONES, M. T. KELLET, HARRISON. LONG, J. C. MC LOUTH, A. METSKEB, D. C. MOTZ. SIMON. PATCHIN, A. L. RECTOR, J. W. RIDDLE, A. P. SEXTON, J. Z. SLUSS, H. C. THACHER, S. O. WARE, E. P. WILKIE, NEIL. WILLIAMS, B. M. r University of Michigan. lOT UNIVERSITY OF MICHIGAN. DEPARTMENT OF LITERATURE, SCIENCE AND THE ARTS. A poem delivered June 27, 1888, before the class of 1858, at the reunion after thirty years. FRANK ASKE'W. LUTHER BECKVITn. HENRY A. BUCK. H. B. BURGE.sS. E. B. CHANULKR. GEO. M. CHESTER. GEO. M. DANFORTII. H. .1. DENNIS. .T. Q. A. FRITCUET. T. G. GAVIN. .JOHN GRAVES. WESLEY A. GREEN. HORACE HALBERT. L. E. HOLDEN. JOHN HORNER. M. E. N. HOWELL. H. A. HUMPHREY. THE CLASS. R. M. .JOHNSON. DANIEL KLOSZ. A. .1. LOnMIS. HENRY F. LYSTER. GEO. A. MARK. LEWIS MC LOUTH. O. H. MC OMBER. C. R. MILLER. JOEL MOODY. ROBT. S. MOORE. JUDD M. MOTT. C. W. MYKRANTS. A. NEFF. L. M. O'BRIEN. J. W. PAINE C. S. PATTERSON. BROWSE J. PRENTIS. OSCAR P. PRICE. J. E. PRUTZMAN. W. E. QUINBY. A. RICHARD. S. E. SMITH. J. T. SNODDY. A. K. SPENCE. JAMES W. STARK. O. P. STEARNS. GEO. P. SWEET. B. U. THOMPSON. GEO. W. WALL. D. B. WEBSTER. F. R. WILLIAMS. W. S. AVOODRUFP. THRENODY. The Years; daughters of Time, have langh'cl And wept in circling 'round, Since we were students here, and trod This classic college ground. Came they in garb of flow'ry May, Or whitening wintry snow; With wreath of bay or daffodil; Came they to reap or sow; The flow' ret here to cast that cheers, The ashes there of woe; ■^ lOS T/ie Song of £ansas. Their fleeting forms went swiftly by. And thirty in their turn. Have dropped the oflF'riug of their hands AVithin the troKien urn. n. Recollections holy I how like A troop of angel forms Arise, bringing the olden times; And all our being warms. To see the fond, fair pictures that They hold to Memory's eye; Turning the thought to dear old scenes, As they go glinting by. At this, convulsed, we happy laugh. At that, we heave the sigh; While now some fairy stands in view, And Memory loves to dwell With sacred form that haunts the soul. And charms with magic spell. in. Backward through years; and now we ask As there transported stand Upon the boundary of some Far-otf enchanted land: University of Michigan. 109 What hallowed sound is that which comes Upon the waves sublime, Now gently falling on the ear Like some old mystic rhyme, And sets our spirits all a-duncing •'To its rhythmic chime? Breathe not the word to earthly forms; To heaven its virtues tell; While Thirty Years ring out: the tone Of dear old college bell. IV. How sad the thought, as now we go, Boys again, arm in arm Down through the college grounds and halls, Striving the ancient charm To find; striving alas I in vain. The old cannot be found; Nor ancient seat where once we sat; Nor open college ground; Nor bell that rang us out and in With its melodious sound. Little the use of coming back To search for ancient joys, For all we find of what was here, When we were college boys. 110 The Song of Kansas. Gone is the dear old chancellor: boys Were we of Tappan's pride: The me and not one of his lore, These too are laid aside. Wisdom, he told us, is to grow; And little were the odds When Reason's great informing law, Which woi-king in the clods Of flesh, transports the souls of men, And lifts them unto gods: To grow in beauty and in grace, Not cumbering the ground; But stalworth plants of earth, reaching To heaven, with honor crowned. VI. Wise were the lessons that he taught, And with benignant care; And quick to grow within our souls, The seeds he scattered there. Wide and generous was his thought. Clasping the human race: Deep was his love; and we could read. As beaming on his face, Came the true story of his heart. That there we had a place University of Iflchigan. Ill August he stands like holy sage, In majesty of soul, Pointing to Truth; and bids our names In her great book enroll. VII. High hopes and will for any fate Inspire, as now we stand On great commencement day and take The parchment from his hand. How on the mental vision crowd The freighted scenes, which hold Their places in the chambers Of the soul, and gild the old With their fantastic hues, and deck The dark with threads of gold ! Now o'er his grave in foreign land, We bow in sorrow there; Nor comes the blessing from his hand. Nor from his lips the prayer. VIII. I How hath it fared with us since then, When with elastic tread, We passed the threshold of these halls With halo 'round our head? 112 The Song of Kansas. Wide is the world, and many a voice Invites us to the prize; Fame with his clarion notes, and War Invites where patriot dies: And fairy Fancies call, and high The stars of Glory rise. Into the depths of life's great sea We plunge, and on its waves We ride o'er sunken hopes, and see Their wintry, watery graves. IX. The halos 'round our youthful heads Soon vanish into air; And all the clustering laurels fall That we had gathered there. Then on the dusty road of life. Some went to earn a name; And long they sat beneath, and conned The finger-board of Fame. The path they took to right or left, To them was all the same; The one who reached, and he who failed, Soon found what Tappan said: Is hunger of the soul, and wailed At last for heavenly bread. University of Michigan. 113 X. The star of Glory too doth pass Before our waiting eyes, Like falling meteor seen awhile, Then on the vision dies: And all the Fancies of our youth Now wreathe the brows of Fact; Who stubborn stood upon the road, And bid us dare to act: While he the coward struck with blade, And him who virtue lacked. He bid us reap in life's great field, And harvest home the sheaves; For Autumn comes at last, to strew Our patiis with withered leaves. XI. And War hath called, and many went The Nation's flag to save. In honor all we stand, but some Adorn the patriot's grave. They answered to the bugle's call And to their country's prayer. Kow at their graves we sadly meet And lay the garlafed there. Wreathed by a classmate's hands in love, And with a soldier's care. —8 114 The Song of Kanms. Brave children they, who went to die Upon their country' s breast. And sleeping there, in glorj lie Within her arms at rest. xn. Dear class of Fifty-Eight, clasp hands, And with the warm, tirm grip Of friendship, let the old wine of Thirty years touch the lip. Here are we met, mellowed with age And ripened to the core; Again to part; perchance to meet When life's brief work is o'er, With those who passed its boundaries To some Arcadian shore; Perhaps within that realm unknown To find life's better part; If not, Hope dying shall condone This token of the heart. > Old Captain Suinpter. 115 OLD CAPTAIN SUMPTER. The following poem was recited at tlie camp fire on tlie evening be- fore the unveiling of the soldiers' monument at Mound City, October 24, 1889. Governor L. U. Humphrey, to whom the poem is didicated, received the original manuscript. Captain Sumpter died suddenly, while telling his little grandson about the war. lie was a member of the military order of the Loyal Legion. "•Grandpa," said little Sam, as he came in From play, "were you a soldier of the war? And did you stick to Uncle Sam and win? And did you get that great, long, ugly scar Upon your face by standing to your colors true, While you did march, and fight, and wear the sol- dier' s blue ? ' ' "Why do you ask?" said Sumpter old and gray; "Come to my side, my boy, and tell me why Such thoughts as these do thus disturb your play?" And as he spoke there stood within his eye A trembling tear, which sparkling shone like morning dew; "Why do you ask about the war, and those who wore the blue? " "Because," said little Sam, "we boys play war; We drum, and march and fight with wooden guns; And then our captain wears a shining star. And says: ' Be brave ! the man is killed who runs! 116 The Song of Kansas. Stand to your colors like a ITnio]i volunteer!' And when the euenij is hit and falls we cheer! "And then you know, on Decoration days, The pretty girls do corae with flowers to strew The graves of soldiers dead, and rich bouquets They tie with ribbons — red and white and blue. The colors of tliis button here in your lapel, — And place them on the grassy mounds of those who fell." The tear then dropped, and fell on Sammy's brow; But the soldier's eyes were fixed upon the sky. And wore a dreamy look, as if somehow To scenes of other years — to days gone by — His thought had turned entranced, and lingering far away, On things grown old perhaps, but not to him grown gray. "Yes, my lad," he then began, "hear me now: When Sumpter fell I saw my flag go down; I saw the patriot blood on Ellsworth's brow. Which now immortal wreaths of glory crown; And as he tore the traitor's flag I saw him fall, — Then as a voice from heaven I heard my country call. Old Ca2>tam Bitmpter. 117 "Your father was a little lad like yon, Not in his teens; and sister running round And prattling every word of love she knew: — • At sucli a time, at home, I heard the sound Of fife- and drum, that mustering rolled from sea to sea. And patriotic words of Abe that called for me. "Then to defend tlie starry flag I swore — - The flag for which I saw my country rise — Sadly I lingered at my cabin door, And lingering looked through tears to tearful eyes; How could I then from wife and little ones depart, When beating drum was drowned by the beating of my heart ! "But Heaven gives strength to man in times like these — They said I went for fear the boys would lag — But one acts sometimes better than he sees; And what is home without the patriot's flag? It is a place in which tempestuous tumults roll; Or palace built by man without a human soul. "For this I left to weeds the planted corn, The plow forsaken in the field to rust; And with a prayer to God for landis new shorn, Into His hands committed I the trust; 118 Tlie Song of Kansas. And oft a thought would turn to dear ones left l)ehiiid, And oft the thou2:ht: If killed, will the Nation then be kind^ "On Shiloh's bloody field, in Yicksburg's vale, And in the clouds on Lookout"' s dizzy crest, We met our country's foes, and told the tale Of battles won by soldiers of the West; Then from Atlanta marched for honors yet to be, Until our banners kissed the waters of the sea. "Stayed not the march, but up toward Lee we turned, A thundering, fighting phalanx, 'hot from hell,' But Grant took him for whom our banners burned, And Treason there at Appomattox fell. Sammy, you are well up in school, you know the rest, But I was a Union volunteer and a soldier of the West. "Then came the grand review at Washington, When Peace lit on the flag all battle torn; — And when I think on all tlie battles lost and won. The comrades dear, and lives and loves outworn, The famous names that live upon the Nation's scroll. The flag is worth them all, the mistress of my soul. Old Captain Sumpter. 119 "This button is an emblem of the flag; The flag an emblem of a patriot^ 8 love; And while my weary hours through life I drag, I'll wear it like a sacred charm above My heart." lie ceased; his voice had to a whis- per died, While the fond hand, unclasped, had dropped from Sammy's side. His cheek fell soft upon the youthful brow. Like age supported by the youthful limb; "Please tell me more," said Sammy, "please," but now The ear heard not the tender call to him. Life's floating flag was furled o'er drooping head; His soul had joined the "Loyal Legion" of the dead. 120 The Song of Kansas. THE GUEST AT HOME. There is a guest true hearted wlio comes, Be the day ever so dark or so fair, And spreads o'er my face her curtain of hair; While strains of old songs she soothingly hum's. Then on my bosom she teiuloi-ly lies, And presses her love-prayer warm to my lip; While softly her dark lashes sweepingly dip Into the deep rivers flooding my eyes. No voice do I hear, no form do I see; No warm hand to press, nor kisses to share; No footfall to greet, and vacant her chair; But still in my home she cometli to me. The world may say I'm alone and forsaken; But little it dreams of the angel who cheers, And brings to me, laden with perfume of years, Both lily and rose, old loves to awaken. TJie Sawmill of the Gods. 121 THE SAWMILL OF THE GODS. Tins poem was recited by the author at a banquet given by the alumni of the University of Mich gan, May 23, 1890, at the Coates House, Kaii^ud City. "The mills of the gods Kiiiul slow." The sawmill of the gods saws slowly the tree; — No matter how liard or how soft it may be, Nor the kind, wiiether oak or basswood or pine, The sawdust comes out of it almighty fine. ATid noiseless it runs as the hourglass of Time; And sharply it cuts, and its work is sublime; For high on Olympus this sawmill doth stand, And ever it runs by an almighty hand. On the timber of mortals it saweth away; And ever it saws by night and by day; And it faithfully saws up all kinds of wood, — The infernal bad and almighty good. Trees that storms and lightning have ruined and rift; Eotten of heart; and slimy deadwood and diift; Old haunts of the vermin, where the woodpecker lurks, Are sawed in this mill where the Almighty works. ■^ 122 The Song of Kansas. A lul the buzz-saw therein sliines bright as the suns, — Forged by old Yulcan, — and like lightning it runs, With this notice above it lettered in chert : "The man who here monkeys gets mightily hurt." And there an inspector stands silent and sad, To divide all that 's sawed, the good from the bad; For says an old saw: "In the mills of the gods, Between good and bad there 's an almighty odds." And the one who divides, divideth it well; — The sap, shake, and slabs he slides into hell; But the sound he saves for the house of the god, Who shaketh the earth with his almighty nod. And in the divide of the sawed it is well To consider, how much may slide into hell; For it seems to your servant singing this hymn, That the part for the gods is almighty slim. Friends, I'm a lumberman, and tell what I know, — That in poor grades there's hell and profits are low, — But we'll find when we get to Jupiter's land. That the profit in "clears" is almighty grand. And as we pass through the Arcadian grove Where all the great gods and fair goddesses rove. We may be invited to a banquet most grand Where nectar exalts in that almighty land. TliS Sawmill of the Gods. 123 Where Orpheus, — for strains that lingeriiigly dwell, Doth finger the strings of the enchanted shell; And for music on high, whicli ever shall lead. Old Marsyas doth pipe his almighty reed. Then may we beliold our great Tap])an advance, With proud Juno in liand, to lead in a dance, And we shall all join the Olympian girls, And laugh when Jupiter shakes his almighty curls. Nor will be debarred from that banqueting floor The girls of our campus, who are read in the lore Of Homer and Virgil, and passed all our classes. And have climbed the heights of almighty Par- nassus. 124: The Song of Kansas. "LOOKING BACKWARD" TO MRS. W. I. WAY, TOPEKA, KAXSAS. The author wag asked what he thought of Bellamy's "Looking Back- ward", and responded as follows: It is the old satyr which Plato in his "Banquet" made Alcibiades liken Socrates to. It is a rude and wanton goat, with horns and cloven hoof, and hairy skin wrapped round a hidden god within, who pipes the heavenly music of Marsyas. I submit the fol- lowing review as a close imitation in theory and plan of book, but not in diction or subject. ' ^Looking BackiDard / " I ' ve read the book, — It's wearisome and trifling; It's an old salt, like the leal look Of Lot's unsavory wifellng, Looking hackward. As I look back to boyhood years, Ah ! sadly I remember. The ride I took with my bay steers; ' T was coldly in December, As I look hack. In tumbling leaps old tumblers tip For a perspective survey, Then forward jump and as they flip They see things topsy-turvy. In tunibUng leaps. Looking Backward. 125 I was the son of Deacon Cash, — Sweet was the preacher's dangliter, And her ejes shone in heaven's flash, Like lakes of sparkling water : I was the sun. This looking back is a torn leaf From out old Memory's wish-book, — It is a lie, a cheat, a thief, A false fly on the fish hook. This looking hack. She was the girl that I loved best, Now, since the last September; And my heart burned beneath my vest, Just like a hickory ember, — She was the girl. It touches not the heart in these Damp days of solid learning; We pant for new life, the fresh breeze. Wafting some new heart's yearning, — It touches not. Upon the sled away we bore; Robes wrapped us up in gladness; — Heavenly stars ! how they ran and tore The pure white snow! — white sadness Upon the sled. 126 The Somj of Kansas. It is too old for this day' s thought ; — Lucretius sleeps with Moses, — Give us the thing the heart has wrought, Spellbound with this day's posies: — It is too old. Two miles from fire, — then an elm tree Both steers together straddled; — ' T was lightning struck ray girl and me. And stars and steers skedaddled; Two miles from fire. When he looked back on ages past Grand Plato saw Atlantis; And More, Utopia wrote at last; But Bellamy burst their panties, When he looJ^ed hack. There was no trouble in that meeting. Reaching the heart I treasure; For soon I found it proudly beating To mine in rhythmic measure; — There was no trouble. If we look back in prose or rhyme. Why drawl it through the ages? Give us the fire of present time. To burnish up the pages. If we look hack. Looking Backward. 127 I love her yet, though far apart, — She taught me early teaming, — I broke my steers, she broke my heart,— But there ' s no harm in dreaming Hove her yet. As age creeps on old fields we glean. Bent forward at the gleaning ; — At last we tumble as we lean, And Time rakes up with meaning, As age CTeej>s on. 128 The Song of Kansas. A YOUNG LADY'S HOLOCAUST. My lover's letters saved with sacred care, Tear stained I bring before the welcome fire, Inspired by some imholj, fell desire To burn these missives, once so sweet and fair. And float their priceless perfumes in the air. Now ! as they rise upon the funeral pyre, And hopes of life and dreams of love expire. It seems the scent of blossoms still is there. Dear, darling treasures of my maiden dream ! The brief, fond flutter of my blooming heart ! O friendly fire, how warm and bright ye gleam ! As now blind Cupid's trophies here depart. Henceforth to me how vain and weak shall seem The captive chains, and splendors of his dart. The Child of Fate. 129 THE CHILD OF FATE. The child of fate sat on a grassy bank Of Time's swift stream, and careless said: "My plank I launch, and on tliis flood I '11 reach the Great ! I shall be honored of the mighty state, And I shall rise, and none shall me outrank." But soon athirst, he of the waters drank, And into dark forgetfulness he sank — And fortune missed — with dreamy senses sate — Tlie child of fate. Then dear, kind Nature came, and seized the crank. And tore him from his raft, where chains did clank, And said: "Arise, before it is too late ! " And pounded sense and shame into his pate; And then, with all her energies did spank Tlie child of fate. —9 130 The Song of Kcmsas. A SCOTCH SONG: "STORMY WEATHER." A LASSIE braw had cawd her kje Aniang the tangled heather; And aften she would moan and sierh: "It's chill and stormy weather; And I'm alane, and there is nane Wi' whom I may forgether; And aft I greet wi my cauld feet, This stoor and stormy weather." When Jamie lad cam ower the knowe She put him in a swither; As modestly she taiild him how She could 'na thole the weather. He asked her name, and whaur her hame, And spiert aboot her father; But nane she ' d name, to tak the blame, But cauld and stormy weather. Then Jamie said: "Come bide wi' me While it is stormy weather; For something tells me in your e'e We'll live and love together." Then he laid doon his plaid and shoon, And Love made them a tether; — He wrapped her roun', and they were soon Beyond the stormy weather. A German Drinking Song. 131 He whispered in her ear while they Were warm and sweet thegither, And said: "You'll niver rue the day You drave amang the heather. You'll be ray wife, and thro' our life We'll live and love together; You'll tak my name, and in our hame There'll ne'er be stormy weather." A GERMAN DRhNKING SONG. Oh! peer's goot when I gets full niit enof, Und foor dot reasons mine beoples I lof ; Und Sunday to der peer-garten I goes, Mine pelly to fill oop fon head to toes. CHOEUS: Oh ! gif us a glass of peer, boys, Gif us a glass of peer. — Fill oop der stein so white mit foam, To stop our song und thirst; — Gif it to all dose pellies along, Alvays not full to burst. Und mit those days all mine droobles he goes, Und den mine feelings coom oop, und I grows — ■ Und I feel so big dot Gott in der sky Vas not so tall noor so bigger as I. 132 The Song of Kansas. Und I gits so fool of lof uud goot cheer, Dot religion comes on top of mine peer; — Und I lof mine brooder so goot dot day, I gifs to him all mine moneys avay. Und I lofs his children und schweet fraii too. Fur dot leetle saucy flies, she would shoo Fon mine peer glass, und alvays ray nose, Und den I calt her mine Vaterland rose. I hat all der times mine arm rount her vaste Und I keest her, which vas schweet to my taste; Und on dot vat did we do und propose? Vhy ! we trink some more peer ! vhat you suppose ? ''Eximpty 133 "EXIMPT." O' Kelly he swore, and bejabers he did, — That the head of a family he was, And the buggy he owned, bejabers he said Was ontoirly eximpt at the laws. Fur the raison was clear, bejabers it was, That he hauled therein the stuff he ate, And whisky he drank, when he plead at the laws, And rode in, fur the paple to cliate. O' Kelly a farmer, bejabers he was. Who leased out his sole acre on shares, To the big bugs, and the grasshoppers and craws. And hauled home therein, bejabers, — tlie tares. And a granger he was, bejabers he said, Before whom he now plead his own cause, — • And fur the above raisons, and other ones hid, This buggy, it was eximpt at the laws. r 134 The Song of Kansas. THE LOANED BOOK. I LOANED her a book, 'twas a beautiful psalm, The sweet and quaint poem of Omar Khayyam. From my own hand she took this treasure of mine, — This story of Life, and read line upon line. What was dark as a dream in figure of speech. Clear marginal notes the true meaning did teach. And pure as a brook that runs bright over sand, And sparkling with truth, was this book from my hand. Alas ! not by the hand in which it was placed, Like some Orient gem her fingers had graced; But by far other hand the book was returned. As tho' the hand favored, the favor had spurned. Alone. 135 ALONE. What sounds of sorrow from the dark inane Come to the soul that feels itself alone! — Its only self to hear the lonely groan, For its lost self, weeping o'er friendships slain, And flitting faiths that ne'er will come again. It is the storm at sea, whose thunder tone Dies in the misty cloud or billows' moan, "Weeping its fitful self away in rain. And I have seen a lone, forsaken bird, Whose wonted mate was dead, droop his tired wing. And wait the call that should no more be heard, — Until the storms of Winter past, and Spring Had budded forth again, some warbled word Of love attuned again his heart to sing. 136 The Song of Kansas. THE ENCHANTED GARDEN. There is a garden where I love to dwell, — There no rude winds do blow, nor scorching snn Shines in upon the work ere it is done; Nor anything there done too sad to tell; For there all life is an enchanted spell. It is a place where crystal waters run, Gurgling through flowery mead which charm- eth one Like the soft chimings of a distant bell. Within this garden grows the tree which yields To man the measure of its fruitful joys; And in its mighty top and branches shields The charmed inmates that it there decoys; There all the blushing flowers of virtue start, — It is t/ie garde?i of a lovely heart. Silver Threads. 137 SILVER THREADS. TO MRS. JOHN FAUNSWORTH, FOUT SCOTT, KANSAS. How sad the years do beckon back Our thoughts along Life's beaten track; And visions of the long ago Float round us as they come and go, And sacred memories linger there, When silver threads come in the hair. And sad the song old Ocean sings, As homeward he our cargo brings, To find our ships were tempest tossed. And our fond hopes were sunk and lost, And promised wealths were buried there. When silver threads come in the hair. And sad our souls are bowed in grief, As we turn over, leaf by leaf. The sacred book our lives have made, To find therein less light than shade. And long-lost hearts and faces fair, When silver threads come in the hair. Yet sweet it is for us to know. That flowers do live beneath the snow; And Winter always hath its Spring, When flowers will bloom and birds will sing; And souls we love will grow more fair. When silver threads come in the hair. 138 The Song of Kansas. WHAT IS THE WORLD TO ME? What is the world to me without One loving heart to cherish; Who ne'er my faithful love will doubt, Though other faiths maj perish? — For it's a phantom flitting past That says: No faith nor love shall last. What is the world to me, when no Soft lips, with their caressing, Invite my soul to stay, and go Not elsewhere for its blessing? — For it's no phantom of the air That makes those lips destroy my care What is the world to me, when those Bright eyes the fairies lend her, To light my soul to its repose, Shine not for me in splendor? — For 'twas a phantom of the mind That painted Eros young and blind. What is the world to me, if there Be not one fond and certain To veil me with her silken hair, A soft, disheveled curtain? — For she's no phantom of the night Who veils my soul in soft delight. r What is the World to Me? 139 What is the world to me, although My praise be world-wide spoken, Without some one to say, I know His pledge was never broken ? — For piping phantoms never voice That praise which makes my heart rejoice. What is the world to me, witli all Its gilded pomp and pleasure. Without some dearest one to call My own, my heart's sweet treasure? I '11 have no phantom in my grasp, But one soul's wealth of love to clasp! 140 The Song of Kanms. "THE MAPLES." Name of my home, at Monud City. Suggested by Mrs. Ella C. Porter. Ye village of the Maple hills, I sing thy song, — Bowed in the shadows of the past, I plaint thy wrong; — Let every sense that beauty thrills Thy praise complete I For Nature brings her gifts to cast Them at thy feet. Ye Maples of the towering hills And tlowery glade 1 How thy tall trunks and branches cast The somber shade ! And while my soul thy beauty thrills, Thy shadows creep — For in the shadows of the past, My hopes do sleep. Dear Maples ! now thy shimmering leaves For loving kiss. Turn throbbing to the evening breeze With lioatinff bliss. ''The Maplesr 141 How oft beneath thy dripping eaves, In suuinier shower, Have warblers of the summer trees Enjoyed thy bower! How doth my soul the shimmering leaves Of Memory kiss ! How oft my heart doth throbbing seize The floating bliss ! When baby arms, in snow-white sleeves, Did bless the Power That spread the shadows of the trees. For summer hour. Sweet Maples ! Now your saddening shade Doth crape my head; As reverently I lowly bow Unto my dead. Two sister hearts are lowly laid. Both safe and sweet: — ''The Maples'''' cast their shadows now, Close to their feet. HISTORIC NOTES. NOTE 1. One of the most memorable expeditions whicli followed tlie conquest of Mexico was that led by Francisco Vasqiiez de Coronado, in search of the seven cities of Cibola and the famed land of Quivira, during the years 1540 to 1542. It takes us back to a time when but little was known of this western hemisphere, or, in fact, of the size, shape or geography of the earth; to a time when physical science was unknown, save what had come down from Aristotle; to a time when the reason of man, inquiring after the causes of things, founded its speculations on fancy rather than fact. It was just at the dawn of intellectual freedom, ushered in by the invention of printing; and nineteen years before Elizabeth ascended the throne of England, whose reign named an age in letters and science. It was eighty years before Bacon gave to the world his Novum Organum; sixty years before Shakespeare put upon the stage those masterly plays which will outlive his nation; and eighty years before the Pilgrims landed with their story of grief to chant their song of freedom in the American wikler- uess. This army which Coronado led out of Mexico, to go with him in quest of gold and to plant the cross on the Rocky Mountains and on the plains of Kansas, contained only three hundred men, but the best and noblest blood of Spain ran in their veins. It is said no other expedition in the new world contained more men of noble birth. Among them we find the resolute Captains Melchior Diaz and Juan de Saldibar, who, with but twelve men as an advance guard, penetrated the primeval wilderness northward seven hundred miles, and after- ward, under the direction of Coronado, went in search of and found the records of the adventurer and sailor, Don Fernando 144 The Somj of Kansas. Alargon, who had asoeuileil the Colorado river 160 miles from iti> mouth, but who was forced to alnmdon the expeilition at the uortheru extremity of the Gulf of California. Heruando d' Alvarado was also another great captain, who with small de- tachments of triK>ps exploreil the country for many huudretls of miles right and left of Coronado's route. We find also the historians Castafleila and Janimillo. who accompanied the ex- peilitiou from beginning to end, and faithfully chronicled its history. When we consider this small troop of men separating them- selves from their companions in arms, and, without any base for supplies, plunging into an unknown wilderness, with its in- accessible mountains, its mighty streams, and treeless, sandy deserts, to there subsist on what the ch;\se or the Indian could bestow, to contend against the vicissitudes of the seasons, the climate and the elements, and to encounter for nearly three years the savage l>easts and more savage man, we are over- whelmed with wonder at their daring and fortitude. It reveals to us in no suuill degree the indomitable pluck and energy, the sturdy and tireless soldiery, and the unbounded zeal which ani- mated those old Spanish cavaliers who fought the battles of Spain under Ferdinand and Isabella and established the power and glory of Charles the Fifth. IfOTE a. The immediate cause of Coronado's march was the marvel- ous story which Alvar Xuiiez Calnx'a de Vaca told on his ar- rival in Mexico, after having traveleil from east to west across the continent. This celebrated gentleman and historian, whom Robertson calls "one of the most gallant and virtuous of Span- ish adventurers," was the treasurer of that ill-fated military ex- peilition undertaken by Narvaez in Florida, in the year 1528. In less than one ye;u- this whole comuuuid i)erisheil. either by the enemy, by st;irvation. or the elements. CalHX'a with three others alone surviveil. They remained with the natives for six years, neaj the coast of the Gulf of Mexico, luid at last. after having learned the Uinguage, the habits and character of ^ Historic Notes. 145 the Indian tribes fiTcnienlinK tliose parts, they elTectetl their escape. They passed iiortlivvard into the mountains of Alar bama; then tailing a northwestern course into Tennessee, were the first white men to discover the Mississipj)! river, wiiich Cabeya called ''the great river" coining from the north. This discovery preceded I)e Soto at least six years. This river they crossed, and traveled westward through nortiiern Arkansas, and up the Arkansas around the great I)en(l. There is no doubt that Cabe(;a and his companions were tlie first wiiile men within historic times who had touched upon the soil of Kansas. It is reported by the chroniclers of Coronado's ex- pedition that "ten days after leaving the Rio de Cicuyti," (at a point near the present town of Pecos, on their march,) "they discovered some tents of taiiued buffalo skins, inhabited by In- dians who were like Arabs, and who were called Querechios, and contiiuiing their march in a northeasterly direction, they soon came to a village which Cabega de Vaca and l)oraut(!S had passed tln-ough on their way from Florida to Mexico." This village was at least 250 miles from tlie present town of Pecos, and by the "trail" was certainly in Kansas. This old Indian trail, along which was borne the commerce of pre- historic times, passed just west of the great cahon of the Cana- dian river, thence through the cities of Cibola into Old Mexico. On this trail Cabega went thence through New Mexico, passing near Zuni's heights and southward to Old Mexico, where he arrived in 1530, having been one year on his journey. His report, made up of the story of his bondage, his travels and trials by land and sea, his knowledge of a vast continent which he had traversed, the home of heretofore unknown races of men, all colored in fervid language and imagination, became a great unwritten poem of adventure to Coronado, of which he should become the hero in daring deeds and brilliant exploits. NOTE 3. The seven cities of Cibola, instead of being that iu number, and instead of being "a great city, inhabited with great store of people, and having streets and market places, and built of -10 L 146 The Song of Kansas. certain great houses of five stories high, of lime and stone," turned out to be a few common Pueblo adobes. These struc- tures were composed of dried mud, and were seldom more than one story high, similar in all respects to those of the Tlascaus and Tescucans of Mexico at the time of the conquest. J. H. Simpson, in his article on the "Seven Cities of Cibola," ( Smith- sonian Report, 1869,) says: "In the year 1530, Nuno de Guz- man, president of New Spain, was informed by his slave, an Indian from the province of Tejos, situated somewhere north from Mexico, that in his travels he had seen cities so large that they might compare with the City of Mexico; that these cities were seven in number, and had streets that were exclusively occupied by workers in gold and silver; that to reach them a journey of forty days was required, and that travelers pene- trated that region by directing their steps northwardly between the two seas." This story proved to be one of the many Indian fables told to the Spanish adventurer for the purpose of excit- ing or curing his disease — "-the desire for gold." Cibola was never found, for the reason that it never existed. Simpson, above quoted, thinks Zuhi is the spot. He followed the guess of Gallatin, Squier, Whipple, Prof. Turner, and Kern. Others think Chaco the spot; some Santa F6; while others again hold that the "seven cities" were located far to the eastward. But while these seven cities of Cibola never came to light, the fact remains that many small villages existed in New Mexico and along the Gila river, the habitations of a race of Indians who did not live alone by the chase, but combined with this a rude and primitive agriculture, with some few simple domestic arts. This distinguished them from the wild, Arab-like, roving Indians of the plains, who lived in movable tents made of tanned buffalo skins. The Pueblos also dug caves into the sides of the mountains at places, which proved a means of defense against their rov- ing neighbors, and with whom they came in contact on the great plains, the home of the buffalo. In these caves and mud villages they dwelt for ages, comparatively secure, yet in dis- gusting primitive filth and squalor. Ilistoric Notes. 147 The fabulous stories told by the Indians were only equaled by the Spaniard's contempt of truth in relating his exploits iu the new world. The fables of the Indian became a jack-o'- lantern to the chivalrous Spaniard, which he followed from place to place. Not to be outdone when he found himself duped, he often reported as veritable great adventures which he had undertaken, in a vast empire filled with magnificent cities, and inhabited by a powerful, rich and brave people, and who at last were subdued by his valor. It is indeed pleasant for the honest searcher after historic truth to get down from the dizzy heights of story to which Irving and Prescott have led him, and to tread the solid and stubborn ground of fact with such a student as R. A. Wilson, and other historic and scientific workers In our own practical age. NOTE 4. It cannot be denied that the soldiers of Coronado's army, though principally of high birth, were sadly disappointed at the disgusting spectacle of Pueblo women living in their im- paralleled filth and brutality; for in all the expeditions of ad- venture by the conquering Spaniard in New Spain the soldier looked forward with lustful hope, as much to sliare the captured Indian damsel, as to the precious metals or brilliant stones of the earth. The leaders themselves shared and set the example of this primitive lustful luxury. Don Pedro d'Alvarado had under Cortes, at the fall of the Tlascan republic, received an Indian beauty. Donna Louisa, the daughter of a chief; and five other Indian girls were apportioned to other officers, says Pres- cott, "after they had been cleansed from the stains of infidelity by the waters of baptism," Cortes himself lived in the con- stant companionship of Donna Marina, who, "beautiful as a goddess," served him as mistress and interpreter, from the time he captured her at Tobasco, till after the conquest. While threading his way through the everglades of Honduras, and contemplating his return to Spain, he gave this faithful friend to Don Juan Xanlorillo, a Castiliau knight. As soon as her services become no longer profitable she is with trifling cere- mony discarded, and her name disappears from history. 148 The Song of Kansas. In connection with this Spanish brutality and lust, Diaz, (vol. 1, p. 368,) says: "After peace had been restored to the old province, and the inhabitants had submitted to his majesty, Cor- tes, fiutling there was nothing to be done at present, determined with the crown officers to mark all the slaves with the iron. . . . On the night preceding, the finest of the Indian fe- males had been secretly set apart, so that when it came to a division among the soldiers, we find none left but old and ugly women. ... A soldier asked Cortes if the division of gold in Mexico was not a sufficient imposition; and now he was going to deprive the poor soldiers, who had undergone so many hardships, and suffered from innumerable wounds, of this small renuuieration, and not even allow him a pretty Indian female for a companion. NOTE 5. "II Turco," {the Turk,) says Castafieda, the historian of Coronado's march, "was an Indian slave, a native of the coun- try on the side of Florida." Florida was that undefined coun- try which extended from Canada to the Hio del Norte, and inclnded the great basin of the Mississippi. The Turk told Coronado that in his country there was a river two leagues broad, and that it was beyond the province of Quivira. This was undoubtedly the Mississippi. The story he told to induce the Spaniard to leave the Pueblo country was a mixture of fact and fiction; and would impose on no one but the most credu- lous. It was this: "That in his country there was a river two leagues broad, in which were fish as large as horses; that there were canoes with twenty oarsmen on each side and which were also propelled by sails; that the lords of the land were seated in their sterns npon a dais, while a large golden eagle was af- fixed to the prows; that the sovereign of the land took his siesta beneatli a huge tree, to whose branches golden bells were bung, which were rung by the agitation of the sunnner breeze; that the commonest vessels were of sculptured silver, and that the bowls, plates and dishes were of gold." Coronado says he was told that the king of Quivira had a long beard, was hoary-headed and rich. In his report to Mendo(;a, on his return, he says: " The ITktoric Notes. 149 tale thoy ( the j^niidcs) told me then, tliat Quivira was a city of extraordinary buildings and full of gold, was false. In induc- ing me to part with all my army to come to this country, tlie Indians tliought tliat the country being desert and without water they would conduct us into places wliere our horses and ourselves would die of hunger; that is wliat the guides con- fessed. They told that they liad acted by the advice of the natives of these countries." In all jirohability, "11 Turco" was neither a slave of tlie Pueblos nor an inhabitant of the Mississippi, but one of their wisest and bravest men. In him we witness the unconquerable spirit, that self abnegation and abandon, which is so prominent in the Indian chaiact, ante.) Hale, speaking of this race, says: "They had a decided superiority over any of the other western tribes in the arts of domestic life. Their pottery was quite convenient, and they relied without fear upon their crops of corn, squashes and pumpkins. They did not make war tniless attacked, but fortified their positions with skill and care. They presented an additional peculiarity in the frequent whiteness of their skin and light color of their hair. Many of them who are full- blooded have beautiful white complexions. The differences in the color of hair are as great as in complexions; for in a num- erous group of these people, and more particularly among the females, who never take pains to change its natural color as the men often do, there may be seen every shade of color of hair, with the exception of red or auburn, which is not to be found; and it is a strange peculiarity that there are very many natives of both sexes, and of every age, from infancy to manhood and old age, with hair of a bright silvery gray, and in some instances almost perfectly white." (Hale's "Kansas and Nebraska," pp. 30-40.) It was undoubtedly this Mandan race that Turco had iu his mind when he told Corouado that "the king of r Historic Notes. 153 Quivira had long heard, was hoary-headed and ricli." He cer- tainly led Coronado in the direction of the habitation of tiie Mandan people. Mr. Catlin, who spent mtich time with them, believes they descended from the Madoc colony of Welch, and gives many cogent reasons therefor. (Hale's "Kansas and Ne- braska," pp. 31, 32.) They migrated at an early day, descended tlie Ohio river, and ascended the Missouri, and perished as a race near its head waters, witiiin the last thirty years. Robert Southey founded his poem "Madoc" on the stoiy of this Welcli colony, which came to America in the twelfth cen- tury, and whidi I give from Hakluyt's "Voyage," as follows: "Madoc, another of Owen Guinneth's sons, left the land in contention between his brethren, and prejiared certain shijis with men and amunition and sought adventures by sea, sailing west and leaving the coast of Ireland so far south that he came to land unknown, where he saw many strange things. Tliis land must needs be part of that country of which the Spaniards affirm themselves to be the first finders since Henna's time. • Of the voyage and return of Madoc there be many fables formed, as the common people do use in distance of place and length of time, rather to augment than diminish; hut sure it is Hint there he was. And after he had returned home and de- clared the pleasant and fruitful countries that he had seen without inliabitants, and on the contrary, part for what wild and barren ground his brothers and Jiephews did muillier one another, he prepared a number of ships, and got with him such men and women as were desirous to live in quietness, and tak- ing leave of his friends, took liis journey northward again. Therefore it is to be presupposed that he and his people inliab- iteU part of those countries. . . . But because this people were not many they followed the manners of the land and used the language they found there. This Madoc arriving in that western country, into which he came in the year 1170, left most of his people there and returning back for more of liis own nation, acquaintances and friends to inhabit that fair and large country, went thither again with ten sails, as I find noted by Gutyu Owen." Thus says Hakluyt, who wrote in the r 154 The Song of Kansas. imw of Queon Elizabeth. That this coiiutry was visited bj- the inaritiine adventurers of Europe, Africa and Asia long before Columbus and long before the Christian era, there seems reason no longer to dispute. That the civilization of Central America, not as exhibited by the inhabitants at the time of the conquest, but as portrayed in its vast ruins, its obelisks, paintings, hier- oglyphic tablets and plinths, its- sepulchers, crosses, temples and emblems, points to a Phoenician origin, is rendered almost certain. ( Wilson's History of the Conqnest of Mexico.) If then this be true, the story of Madoc certainly comes within historic probability; and the physical and mental pecu^iarities of the Mandau ]>eople, as exhibited in their domestic and warlike habits, are thus easily accounted for. NOTE 11. That Coronado passed easterly through Kansas, is estab- lished beyond controversy. The problem is, to define the route traveled with probable certainty. This can only be done from what Coronado and his historians tell us. Coronado describes Quivira, in his report to the viceroy, Mendocja, as follows: "The province of Quivira is 930 leagues (3,340 miles) from (the city of) Mexico. The place I have reached is the fortieth degree of latitude. The earth is the best possible for all kinds of productions of Spain, for while it is very strong and black, it is very well watered by brooks, springs and rivers. I found prunes like those of Spain, some of which were black; also some excellent grapes and mulberries. I sojourned twentj-five days in the province of Quivira, as much to thoroughly exploie the country as to see if I could not find some further occasion to serve your majesty, for the guides whom I brought with me have spoken of provinces situated still further ou. That which I have been able to learn is, that in all this country one can find neither gold nor any other metal. They spoke to me of small villages, whose inhabitants for the most part do not cultivate the soil. They have huts of hides and willows, and change their places of abode with the vaches (buffaloes)." (Corouado's Historic Notes. 155 RelatioQS — Ternaux Compaus; Smithsonian Report, 1869; p. 338, note.) Jaraniillo, a companion of the expedition, says: "This coun- try has a superb appearance, ami such that I have not seen belter in all Spain; neither in Italy nor France, nor in any other country where I have been in the service of your majesty. It is not a country of mountains; there are only some hills, some plains, and some streams of very fine water. It satisfied me completely. I presume that it is very fertile, and favorable for the cultivation of all kinds of fruits." And Castaneda, the historian of Quivira, says: "It is in this country that the Espiritu Sancto (Mississippi river), which Don Fernando de Soto discovered in Florida, takes its source." In this connection it must be remembered that "Florida" embraced the whole Mississippi basin, and that in Coronado's march he was led by the guides "too far in the direction of Florida." To determine the course of Coronado's march, its direction and distance, consult Simpson's Smithsonian Report, 1871. In this connection I quote the language of J. H. Simpson, Smith- sonian Report, 1869, page 337. After canvassing the whole matter, he says: "No; I am of the opinion that Coronado and his army marched just as Castaneda, Jaramillo and Coronado have reported; that is, generally in a northeast direction, over extensive plains, through countless herds of buffalo and prairie dog villages, and at length, after getting in a manner lost, and finding, as the chronicler says, they had gone "too far towards Florida," that is, to the eastward, and had traveled from Tig- uex for thirty-seven days, or a distance of between 700 and 800 miles, their provisions failing them, the main body turned back to Tiguex, and Coronado with thirty-six picked men continued his explorations northwardly to the fortieth degree of latitude, where he reached a province which the Indians called Quivira." At what point in Kansas did Coronado send his army back? It can only be approximated. The army returned "by the arrow," that is, in nearly a straight line. They took some In- dian guides, called "Teyans," a nomadic nation, perhaps Kan- 156 The Song of Kansas. sas Indians, " who knew the country perfectly well," and "every moruins: they watched to note where the sim rose, and directed their way by shooting an arrow in advance, and then before reaching this arrow they discharged another. In this way they marked the whole of their route to the spot where water was to be found and where they encamped." On this route they, passed through the salt marshes on the Canadian, and this is one point we fix: the other known point is about 130 miles east of Pecos, on the Colorado, where Fort Bascom is now laid down on the map. To reach this point on the out- ward journey the army traveled, says the historian. "2.50 leagues, or 850 miles, from Tiguex, now Socorro. New Mexico. As the Indian guides took Coronado's anny into the wiklerness to kill it, they most probably followed the line indicated by Simpson, which would cover about 800 miles. From this point at which the army returned, Coronado took thirty hoi'semen and six foot soldiers, and in eleven days reached Quivira. On his route he crossed a large river, which they named St. Peter and St. Paul. After he had reached Quivira. the guides told him of a still larger river, the "Espiritu Sancto" (Mississippi), further on to the east. Quivira was therefore in northeastern Kansas. Corouado remained in Quivira twenty-five days, and on his return, says the historian, Castanedo: "Notwithstandiug he had good guides, and was not encumbered with baggage, Coronado was forty days in making the journey from Quivira." This was at least 1.000 miles from Socorro. In fact, there is no testimony to show a less number of miles traveled than is here indicated. >'OTE 12. "The blue-eyed maid Tritonian Pallas, fierce. Rousing the war field's tumult, unsubdued, Leader of armies, awful, whose delight The shout of battle and the shock of war." — Hisiod. NOTE 13. The advent of Columbia, the genius of American civiliza- tion, the goddess who is supposed to preside over the destinies Historic Notes. 157 of our Republic, has not heretofore been honored with a gene- alogy, nor has her advent been sung. The author has followed Ilesiod for her maternal ancestry, and has connected her with the Grecian hierarchy. (See llesiod's Theogony.) NOTE 14. "Kansas the name; child of the wind." Andreas, in his History of Kansas, says: "Kansas means smoky, in the lan- guage of the tribe." He copied from writers Holloway and others, who must have known little or nothing of the history or language of these Indians, or cognate tribes. Perhaps the best authority in the world in regard to the meaning of the word Kansas is the Eev. J. Owen Dorsey, of the bureau of ethnology in the Smithsonian Institution, at Washington, He is certainly very high authority, from his long association with and his extensive studies in the language and history of the Siouau tribes. He says: "While the exact meaning of Kansas is unknown to me, 1 am sure it does not mean 'smoky, in the language of the tribe.' That would be cudjuju^, filled with smoke; or else, cudje ^gu, smoke-like. . . . The old spell- ing of Long and others, Konza, is nearer to the original name than is our Kansas. It ( Konza) is almost the pronunciation of Kan-ze, the tribal name. Omaha and Quapaw are names of comparatively modern origin, having been given when the people separated at the mouth of the Ohio river. They are correlatives (up-stream people and down-stream people) — geo- graphical names. But Kan-ze, Pauka and Waga^e (or Kansas), Ponka and Osage are very ancient names, whose true meanings are not revealed outside of the secret society of the tribes. These are mythical or sacred names. Ponka is associated with the red cedar, and Kansas with the wind. . . . The Omaha >lan-ze gens (or clan) has wind names for its males and females. The corresponding Kansas gens is the Kan-ze, part of whom are wind people, or south-wind people. The corresponding Osage gens has several names, Kau-se, etc., meaning south-wind peo- ple." ( Letter to author, dated July 20, 1886.) The same writer, under date of August 12, 1S86, says: "I maintain the following: 158 The Song of Kansas. 1. Kansas does not mean, nor has it meant, in the language of the Kansas or Kaw tribe, nor in that of any cognate tribe, as far as I have ascertained, smoky. 2. Kansas, in one form or another, is at present — and this must have been the case for hundreds of years — applied in the Omaha, Kansas and Osage tribes to gentes or parts of which are said to be wind people. 3. Kan-se, Kan-ze, >lan-ze should not be confounded with An- sage, K'an-sage, etc. (swift). The nile is, that difference of sound makes difference of meaning." NOTE 15. On the 30th of May, 1854, President Pierce signed the Kansas-Nebraska bill. NOTE 16. The doctrine or principle upon which the Southern Con- fedei'acy was founded, at the time of secession, is, that slavery is rigid; that it is a great physical, philosophical and moral truth, and especially the natural and normal condition of the negro. Shortly after the government of the Confederate States of America was organized, its vice president, A. H. Stevens, in a speech at Savannah, said: "The new constitution has put to rest forever all the agitating questions relating to our peculiar institutions — African slavery as it exists among us — the proper status of the negro in our form of civilization. This was the innnediate cause of the late rupture and present revolution. Jefferson, in his forecast, had anticipated this as the rock upon which the old Union would split. . . . The prevailing ideas entertained by him aud most of the leading statesmen, at the time of the formation of the old constitution were, that the eu- slavement of the African was in violation of the laws of na- ture; that it was wrong in principle, socially, morally and politically. Our new government is founded upon exactly the opposite idea; its foiuulatious are laid. Its corner stone rests, upon the great truth, that the negro is not equal to the white man; that slavery, subordination to the superior race, is his natural and normal condition. This, our new government, is Historic Notes. 159 the first in the world based upon this great physical, philo- sophical and moral truth." (Am. Cy., 1861, p. 128.) Judge Jeremiah S. Black, the eminent jurist, says: "My faith and my reason both assure me that the infallible God proceeded on good grounds when he authorized slavery in Judea." (N. A. Review, August, 1881.) I quote the above to show at this time what the younger generation has perhaps overlooked in its study of the civil war. The above doctrine of Alexander H. Stevens was the full-fledged political faith of the Southrons who invaded Kansas in 1854-6. But this great '■'■moral truth'" of the South could not long en- dure under the civilization of the nineteenth century. Abraham Lincoln, in his Cooper Institute speech, February 27, 1860, speaking of the demands of the South, said: "Hold- ing, as they do, that slavery is morally right and socially ele- vating, they cannot cease to demand a full national recognition of it as a legal right and a social blessing. Nor can we justi- fiably withhold this on any ground save our conviction that slavery is wrong. If slavery is right, all words, acts, laws and constitutions against it are themselves wrong, and should be silenced and swept away. If it is right, we cannot justly ob- ject to Its nationality, its universality; if it is wrong, they can- not justly insist upon its extension, its enlargement. All they ask we could readily grant, if we thought slavery right; all we ask they could readily grant, if they thought it wrong. Their thinking it right, and our thinking it wrong, is the precise fact upon which depends the whole controversy." This controversy was at last ended by the civil war, and the "precise fact" whether slavery was right or wrong was decided at the point of the bayonet under the flag of the Union. In this connection we may remark of Truth, in passing, that "the eternal years of God are hers." NOTE 17. As soon as the Kansas-Nebraska act was signed and made known, the inhabitants of Missouri took possession of Kansas, and determined to make slavery the corner stone of her polit- ^ 160 The Song of Kansas. ieal edifice. To tliis eud they came into Leavenworth county, passed the following resolutions, and returned to their homes: "That we will afford protection to no Abolitionist as a settler of this. Territory. That we recognize the institution of slavery as already existing in this Territory, and advise slaveholders to introduce their property as early as possible." (Kansas Af- fairs, p. 2.) These resolutions certainly foreshadowed the Dred- Scott decision, and preceded it three years. In this connection Dr. Gihou, secretary to Governor Geary, says: "It ( slavery) resolved, as a matter of safety and interest, not only to disperse those (Free-ytate immigrants) who had al- ready entered the Territory, but to prevent, if possible, the ad- mission of all others of similar character. To this end meetings were held in various parts of the Territory and in the border towns of Missouri, at which speeches were made and resolu- tions adopted of the most incendiary and inflammatory de- scription. At one of these meetings, held at Westport, Mo., in July, 1854, an association was formed, and adopted the follow- ing resolutions: " ^Resolved, That this association will, whenever called upon by any of the citizens of Kansas Territory, hold itself in readi- ness together to assist to remove any and all emigrants who go there under the auspices of the Northern Emigrant Aid Society. " '■Resolccd, That we recommend to the citizens of other coun- ties, particularly those bordering on the Kansas territory, to adopt regulations similar to those of this association, and to in- dicate their readiness to operate in the objects of this resoki- tiou.'" (Gihon's History of Kansas, p. 29.) NOTE 18. "Ruffian" was a word applied by the ruffian to himself. "Let it not be understood that this term 'Border Ruffian' is considered by those to whom it is applied as one of reproach. On the contrary, they boast of It, are proud of it, and do all in their power to merit it, and very many of them have been emi- nently successful. In their manners they assume the character of the ruffian, in their dress they exhibit the appearance of the ruffian, and in their conversation they hibor to convey the in- ference that they are indeed ruffians. J Historic Notes. 1(31 "On the levee at Kansas City stood a sort of onniibiis, or wagon, used to convey passengers to and from Westport, upon either side of which was painted, in flaming capitals, the words, 'BoKDEB Ruffian.' "Imagine a man standing, in long boots covered with dust and mud, drawn over his trousers, the latter made of coarse, fancy-colored cloth, well soiled; the handle of a large bowie knife projecting from one or both boot tops; a leathern belt buckled around his waist, on each side of which is fastened a large revolver; a red or blue shirt, with a heart, anchor, eagle, or some other favorite device, braided on the breast and back, over which is swung a rifle or carbine, a sword dangling by his side; an old slouched hat, with a cockade or brass star on the front or side, and a chicken, goose or turkey feather sticking in the top; hair, uncut and uncombed, covering his neck and shoulders; an unshaved face and unwashed hands — imagine such a specimen of humanity, who can swear any given num- ber of oaths in any specified time; drink any quantity of bad whisky without getting drunk, and boast of having stolen a half dozen horses, and killed one or more Abolitionists, and you will have a pretty fair conception of a border ruflian as he ap- pears in Missouri and in Kansas." (Gihon, pp. 106, 107.) NOTE 19. The committee appointed by the lower house of Congress to investigate the Kansas affairs, in 18.55-.56, on which committee was John Sherman, of Ohio, speaking of the secret organiza- tions to establish slavery in Kansas, say: "It was known by different names, such as 'Social Band,' 'Friends' Society,' 'Blue Lodge,' 'The Sons of the South.' Its members were bound together by secret oaths, and they had passwords, signs and grips by which they were known to each other, it em- braced great numbers of citizens of Missouri, and was ex- tended into the slave States and into the Territory. Its avowed purpose was not only to extend slavery into Kansas, but also into other territory of the United States, and to form a union ot all the friends of the institution. Its plan of operating —11 1G2 The Song of Kansas. was to organize and send men to vote at the elections in the Territory, to collect money to pay their expenses, and, if neces- sary, to protect them in voting. This dangerous society was controlled by men who avowed their purpose to extend slavery into the Territory at all hazards, and was altogether the most effective insLruuieiit in organizing the subse(iuent armed inva- sions and forays. In its lodges in Missouri the affairs of Kan- sas were discussed; the force necessary to control the elections was divided into bands, and leaders selected; means were col- lected and signs and badges were agreed upon." (Kansas Af- fairs, p. 3.) November !(>, 1854, the St. I^ouis Democrat says; "Senator Atchison is at present engaged in the upper country banding a secret society of five thousand persons. These, ac- cording to rumor, are pledged to move into Kansas on the day of the first election to vote slavery into that Territory." (Wild- er's Annals.) KOTE 20. At the election held March 30, 18.5.5, for members of the first territorial Legislature, the Missourians came over in hordes, and took control of nearly all the election precincts. The report on Kansas affairs says: "They said if the judges appointed by the Governor did not receive their votes they would choose other judges. Some of them voted several times, changing their hats or coats and coming up to the window again. Some of them claimed a right to vote under the organic act, from the fact that their mere presence in the Territory constituted tliem residents, though they were from Missouri and had their homes in Missouri. Others said they had a right to vote because Kansas belonged to Missouri, and the people from the East had no right to settle in the Territory and vote there. They said they came to the Territory to elect a Legislature to suit them- selves, as the people of the Territory and persons from the East and North wanted to elect a Legislature that would not suit them. Col. Young said he wanted citizens to vote in order to give the election some show of fairness. The Missourians said there would be no difticulty if the citizens did not interfere with their voting; but they were determined to vote; peaceably IRstoriG Notes. 1G3 if they could, but vote anj-how. Tliey said each one of tliem was prepared for eigiit rounds witliout loading, and would go to the ninth round with the butcher knife." (Kansas Affairs, p. 12.) The Legislature was elected iu this clandestine manner which gave Kansas the '■^ Bogus Lairs" of 1855. This consum- mation brought on the Kansas war, which at last ended iu the triumph of freedom. NOTE 21. An eminent author and lady of Kansas writes as follows: "The following from the Leavenworth Herald will suffice to show the character of the leaders of the Pro-Slavery jiarty and their institution, regarding tlie manner in which Kansas was to be made a slave State. The plan of operation was laid down in an address to a crowd at St. Joseph, Mo., by String- fellow: 'I tell you to mark every scoundrel among you that is the least tainted with free-soilism or abolitionism, and ex- terminate him. Neither give nor take quarter from the d — d rascals. To those having qualms of conscience as to violating laws, State or National, the time has come when such imposi- tions must be disregarded, as your lives and property are in danger; and I advise you, one and all, to enter every election district in Kansas, in defiance of Reeder and his vile myr- midons, and vote at the point of the bowie knife and revolver. What right has Governor Reeder to rule IMissourians in Kan- sas? His proclamation and prescribed oath must be disre- garded. It Is your interest to do so. Mind that slavery is established where it is not prohibited.'" (Mrs. Robinson's "Kansas," pp. 14-16.) This, again, is the doctrine of the Dred-Scott decision, and preceded it more than a year. Chief Justice Taney was at this time seventy-eight years old, and was enjoying a ripe old dotage. Doubtless Stringfellow's speech was taken by him to be good law. "July 20, 1854, a meeting in western Missouri resolves to remove any and all emigrants who go to Kansas under the auspices of the Northern emigrant aid societies." 1G4 The Song of Kansas. "October 4, 1854, E. D. Lacld writes to the Milwaukee Sen- tinel tliat witliiu a few days tiie Missourians have taken down and moved the tents of our squatters, and burned the cabins while the owners were absent at work." ( Wilder's Annals.) NOTE 22. At a public indignation meeting held in Leavenworth May 3d, 1855, it was, among other things — '■'■Resolved, To the peculiar friends of northern /awa^u-s we say, this is not your country; go home and vent your treason where you will find your sympathy. '■'■ Resolved, That we invite the inhabitants of every State, north, south, east and west, to come among us and cultivate the beautiful prairie lauds of our Territory, but leave behind you the fanaticism of the hiffher law and all kindred doctrines. Come only to maintain the laws as tliey exist, and not preacli your higher duties of setting them at naught; for we warn you in advance that our institutions are sacred to us and must and shall be respected. '■'Resolved, That the institution of slavery is known and rec- ognized in this Territory; that we repel the doctrine that it is a moral and political evil, and we hurl back with scorn upon its slanderous authors tlie charge of inhumanity; and we warn all persons not to come to our own peaceful firesides to slatuler us and sow seeds of discord between the master and the servant; for much as we may deprecate the necessity to which we may be driven, we cannot be responsible for the consequences. ^'Resolved, That a vigilance committee consisting of thirty members shall now be appointed, who shall observe and report all such persons as shall openly act in violation of leac and order, and by the expression of abolition sentiments produce disturbance to the quiet of the citizens or danger of their do- mestic relations; and all such persons so offending shall he noti- fied and made to leave the Territory.'' (Kansas Affairs, pp. 9(37, 968. The following is a duplicate of the notice served on "William Phillips, a lawyer of Leavenworth city, a few days prior to the above meeting, pursuant to resolutions adopted: Leavenworth City, April 30, 1855. Sir — At a meeting of the citizens of Leavenworth and vi- cinity, we, the undersigned, were appointed a committee to inform you that they have unanimously determined that you Historic J^otes. 1C5 must leave this Territory by two o'clock of Thursday next. Take due notice tliereuf, and act accordhigly. To William I'iiili.ips." [Signed by ten.] (Kansas Affairs, p. 9G6.) NOTE 23. Tlie Squatter Sovereign, publisiied at Atchison, by Dr. John n. Stringfellow, says: "We can tell the impertinent scoundrels of the Tribune that they may exliaust an ocean of ink, their emigrant aid societies spend their millions and billions, their representatives in congress spout tlieir heretical theories till doomsday, and his excellency, Franklin Pierce, appoint Aboli- tionist after Free-Soiler as our Governor, yet we will continve to lynch and Jiang, to tar and feather and di"Own, every white- livered Abolitionist who dares to pollute our soil." Hon. S. N. AVood, who had moved into Kansas as early as July 4, 1854, gives us the definition of a "white-livered Aboli- tionist," in the language of the Missouri squatter. He says: "The Pro-Slavery men from Missouri had met in Kansas, and adopted a code of squatter laws, and the whole Territory seemed staked into claims. They had a register of claims, with an office at Westport, Mo. One law of this remarkable code pro- vided that Nebraska was for the North and Kansas for the South. One provision was, that every white-livered Aboli- tionist who dared to set foot in Kansas should be hung, and that there might be no mistake, they added: 'Every man north of Mason's and Dixon's line is an Abolitionist.'" (Quarter- Centennial Address.) NOTE 24. The following was adopted at a meeting held in Clay county, Missouri, in May, 18.55: "That we regard the efforts of the northern division of the Methodist Episcopal Church to establish itself in our State as a violation of her plighted faith, and pledged, as its ministers must be, to the anti-slavery principles of that church, we are forced to regard them as enemies to our institutions. We 166 The Song of Kansas. therefore fully ooneiir with our friends in Platte county in re- solving to permit no persons belonging to the Northern Metho- dist Church to preach in our county." (CJihon, p. 36.) KOTE 25. The following is the Squatter Sovereign's relation of this affair. It occurred August IG, 185.5: "On Thursday last one Pardee Butler arrived in town, with a view of starting for the pjast, probably for the purpose of get- ting a fresh supply of Free-Soilers from the penitentiaries and pest holes of the Northern States. Finding it inconvenient to depart before morning, he took lodging at the hotel, and pro- ceeded to visit numerous portions of our town, everywhere avowing himself a Free-Soiler, and preaching the foulest of abolition heresies. He declared the recent action of our citi- zens in regard to J. W. B. Kelly, [who was beaten by a mob, and driven from Atchison,] the infamous and unlawful pro- ceedings of a mob, at the same time stating that many persons in Atchison who were Free-Soilers at heart had been intimi- dated thereby, and feared to avow their true sentiments, but that he would express his views in defiance of the whole com- munity. "On the ensuing morning our townsmen assembled en masse, and deeming the presence of such persons highly detrimental to the safety of our slave property, appointed a committee of two to wait on Mr. Butler, and recjuest his signature to the resolu- tions passed at the late Pro-Slavery meeting held in Atchison. After perusing the said resolutions, Mr. B. positively declined signing them, and was instantly arrested by the committee. "After the various plans for his disposal liad been con- sidered, it was finally decided to place him on a raft, composed of two logs firmly lashed together; that his baggage and a loaf of bread be given him; and having attached a flag to his primitive bark, emblazoned with mottoes indicative of our con- tempt of such characters, Mr. Butler was set adrift in the great Missouri, with the letter "R" legibly painted on his forehead. He was escorted some distance down the river by several of our V_ ITktoi'lc Notes. 107 oitizciis, who, spciiif; liim pass several rook licaps in {\\\\W a skillful manner, bade him adieu, and returned fo Atciiison. "iSuch treatment may be expected by all scoundrels visiting our town for the purpose of interfering? with our time-honored institutions, and the same punisliment we will be happy to award all Frec-Soilers, Abolitionists, and their emissaries." ]Jiitler states that llobert S. Kelley, the junior editor of the Sfjuntter Sovereif/n, was one of the most active menilufrsof the; mob; that he conunitted this disf^raccful act, and that he as- sisted to tow the raft out into tin; stream, wh(;re he was set adrift, with flags having the following strange inscriptions: "Eastern Emigrant Aid Express — the Rev. Mr. Butler for the Underground Railroad;" "The Way They Are Served in Kan- sas;" "For Boston;" "Cargo Insured, Unavoidable DangcM- of the Missourians and the Missouri River Excepted;" "Let Fu- ture Emissaries from the North Beware — Our Hemp Crop is Sufficient to lieward All Such Scoundrels." Mr. Butl(!r also states: "They threatened to shoot me if 1 inilled my flag down. I pulled it down, cut the flag off the flagstaff, made a paddle of the flagstaff, and ultimately got ashore about six miles below. They all admitted when we w5re together tliat 1 was not an Abolitionist, but a Free-Soiler. By Free-Soiler 1 mean one in favor of making Kansas a free State." (Kansas Affairs, p. 963.) NOTE 20. "On the 21st day of November, 18.55, F. M. Coleman, a Pro- Slavery man, and Charles W. Dow, a Free-State man, had a dis- pute about the division line between their respective claims. Several hours afterward, as Dow was passing from a blacksmith shop towards his claim and by the cabin of Coleman, the latter shot Dow with a double-barrel sliot gun, loaded with slugs. Dow was unarmed. lie fell across the road and died imme- diately. This was about one o'clock, and his dead body was allowed to lie where it fell till after sundown." (Kansas Af- fairs, p. 59.) This was the immediate cause of the Wakarusa war. ( See note 32.) 168 The Song of Kaiisas. NOTE 27. Among those ordered to leave the Territory was Mr. Win. PhiUips, a lawyer, of Leavenworth, who had signed a protest against the election of March 30, in that city. (For protest, see Kansas Atfairs, p. 503.) Upon his refusal to go. he was, on the 17th of May, 1855, seized by a band of men, chiefly from Missouri, who carried him eight miles up the river to Weston, where tlu^y shaved one-half of his head, tarred and feathered him, rode him on a rail and sold him at a mock auction by a negro, and bid in by another negro for one dollar, all of which he bore with manly fortitude and bravery, and then re- turned to Leavenworth and persisted in remaining, notwith- standing his life was constantly threatened and in danger. He was subsequently murdered at his own house by a company of "law and order" men, or Territorial militia, under the com- mand of Capt. Frederick S. Emery, simply for refusng to leave the town. On the 25th of May, 1855, R. R. Reese, (who had been elected by Missouri votes to the Territorial council,) pre- sided at a meeting which adopted the following resolutions imanimously: '■'■Resolved, That we heartily endorse the action of the com- mittee of citizens that shaved, tarred and feathered, rode oft a rail and sold by a negro William Phillips, the moral perjurer. '■'■ReMleed, That we return our thanks to the committee for faithfully performing the trust enjoined upon them by the Pro- Slavery i>arty. ^'Rexoleed, That in order to secure peace and harmony to the counuunity, we now solemnly declare, that the Pro-Slavery party will stand Ihinly by and carry out the resolutions re- ported by the coniuiitlee appointed for that purpose on the memorable SOtli." (See these resolutions, note2ri;Gihon, p. 35; Kansas Affairs, pp. 9(J3, 965, 970, 1026.) Judge Lecompte eloquently addressed the above meeting. NOTE 28. "On the afternoon of December 6, 1855, three men, Thomas W. Barber, Robert F. Barber and Thomas M. Pierson, left Law- rence to proceed to their homes, about seven miles distant (west Historic Notes. 169 of Lawrence). Tliey had progressed nearly four miles when they saw a party of from twelve to fifteen horsemen traveling the road leading from Lecompton to the Wakarusa camp. These were Pro-Slavery men, and among tliem were Gen. Uich- ardson, commander of the Kansas militia; Judge S. G. Cato, of the Supreme Court of the Territory; John P. Wood, Probate Judge and Police Magistrate of Douglas county; Col. J. N. Burns, a Lawyer, of Weston, Mo., and Maj. Geo. W. Clarke, U. S. agent for the Pottawatomie Indians. "The Barbers, who were brothers, and Pierson, their brother- in-law, had just left the main road and taken a nearer i)ath to the left. Upon perceiving this movement, Clarke and Burns put spurs to liieir horses and dashed across the prairie with the obvious intention to intercept them. The Barbers thereupon slackened their pace, when Clarke, getting within speaking dis- tance, ordered them to halt, a summons which they imme- diately obeyed. Richardson, Cato and the remainder of Clarke's party continued in full sight and at but a short distance. Clarke, who Is a thick set man, about five feet three inches high, ex- ceedingly loquacious and consequential in his manners, and notorious for his violent opposition to the Free-State people, commenced interrogating the Barbers, demanding to know who they were, where they were from and where they were going, to all of which questions Thomas W. Barber made mild and truthful replies. Clarke then ordered them to turn their horses heads and go with him and Burns, wliicli demand Barber re- fused; whereupon Clarke drew his pistol, and taking deliberate aim, fired at Thomas W. Barber (the ball entering his abdo- men). Burns discharging his pistol at almost the same instant. Robert F. Barber then returned the shot, firing three times in rapid succession, without any effect. Pierson had with him a small revolver, but could not get it out. Thomas W. Barber was without arms of any description. The parties then sepa- rated, taking opposite directions and galloping their hoi'ses. They had proceeded but a short distance when Thomas W. Barber remarked to his brother, with a smile, 'That fellow has shot me,' and placed his hand against his side. Robert, per- 170 The Song of Kansas. ceiviiig that he had diopjied the reins aud was riding unstead- ily, hastened to his assistance and attempted to support him, but in a little while he slipped from his saddle and fell to the ground. His brother aud Pierson immediately dismounted, but Thomas was dead. "Clarke boastingly declared, when he entered tlie Waka- rusa camp, 'I have sent another d — d Abolitionist to hell.'" (Gihon, p. C5; Kansas Affairs, pp. 1121-1128.) Brewerton, a regular correspondent of tlie New York //se who did not leave within the specified time were visitwi again, when their houses were searched, and arms, ammunitiim, horses, etc., taken from them. In no case, however, was tlie Historic Notes. 187 house of a Pro-Slavory man hiiniod, or his pro|)('it,y wantonly destroyed, by Montf^oniery and liis nuMi. 'I'lie ejected oceuj)ant had full penuissioii to sell or transfer his i)roperty in any way he chose, no restraint whatever beinj^ imposed on liis acttions. "This bold and decided course on the part of tin; Kree-,Statrown was leisurely and carefully wending his way to Canada with his captured colored people, there to set them free. The letter was addressed to the New York Tribune: Tkadino Post, Kas., January, 18.59. Gentlemen: You will greatly oblige an humble friend by al- lowing tlie use of your columns while 1 briefly state two paral- l(;ls in my i)Oor way. Not one yeai- ago eleven quiet citizens of this neighborhood, William Robertson, William Colpet/.er, Amos Hall, Austin Hall, John Campbell, Asa Snyder, Thomas Stillwell, William Hair- 188 The Song of Kansas. grove, Asa Ilairgiove, Patrick Ross and B. L. Reed were gath- ered up from their work and tlieir iiomes bj^ an armed force, under one Hamilton, and, without trial or opportunity to si)eak in their own defense, were formeil into line, and all but one shot, five killed and five wounded; one fell unharmed, pretend- ing to be dead. All were left for dead. The only crime alleged against them was that of being Free-State men. Now, I in