THE RED MEN OF IOWA.
CHAPTER XXIV
THE author selects from among his occasional effusions in verse the subjoined poems, as relating to subjects which render them appropriate for insertion in this volume.
A LEGEND OF SPIRIT LAKE.
On the border of fair Iowa,
There's a beautiful lake to be seen;
All the summer it dashes its spray
Over encircling fringes of green;
Bright girdles of crystal in winter
Its fair sinuous margin adorn;
Spirit Lake we christen this water
But named by the Sioux, Minne-Waukon.
Many moons in the past, it is said,
When freely here roamed the Dakota,
The bravest bands of the tribe were led
By the proud young chief, Um-pa-sho-ta.
No arrow as his was half so true,
Nor bark glided the waters upon,
So swift and safe as the birch canoe
Sped by the chief o'er Minne-Waukon.
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Preface (pages 3 - 6)| Illustrations (page 7)| Contents (pages 8 - 17)
Chapter One| Chapter Two| Chapter Three| Chapter Four| Chapter Five
Chapter Six| Chapter Seven| Chapter Eight| Chapter Nine| Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven| Chapter Twelve| Chapter Thirteen| Chapter Fourteen| Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen| Chapter Seventeen| Chapter Eighteen| Chapter Nineteen| Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty One| Chapter Twenty Two| Chapter Twenty Three
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