Sad Fate.Near the town of Olivet, One day in the fall of the year A band of Indians met: Of the tribe of the Sac and Fox, Seventy-two of the band, They pitched their tents in the woods__ Their old reservation land. A peaceful civilized tribe, With no ambition to roam: The white man had crowded them out And driven them far from home: Had alloted them a reserve, Driven them to it with pride, In a low malarious swamp, Where many sickened and died. Sad fate of the Sac and Fox__ The white man rules in his might: A detachment of soldiers came And drove them back in the night. __John T. Vanderlip. |
Poets and Poetry of Kansas
Edited by Thomas W. Herringshaw
(Chicago: American Publishers' Association. 1894)
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