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BY MARKENTURA'S FLOWERY MARGE
B Y Markentura's flowery marge the Red Chief's wigwam stood, Before the white man's rifle rang, loud echoing
through the wood; The tommy-hawk and scalping knife together lay at
rest, And peace was in the forest shade and in the red man's breast.
Oh, the Spotted Fawn, oh, the Spotted Fawn, The life and light of the forest shade,— The Red Chief's child is gone!
By Markentura's flowery marge the Spotted Fawn
had birth And grew as fair an Indian maid as ever graced the
earth. She was the Red Chief's only child and sought by
many a brave, But to the gallant young White Cloud her plighted
troth she gave. •
By Markentura's flowery marge the bridal song arose,
Nor dreamed they in that festive night of near approaching woes;