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14. Lucy's Pony

Standing by craigy [sic], rocky, towered, cedared clift [sic].
Waiting by tumbling, roaring, foaming, dashing creek,
Hiding by wildest natures, broken parting rift,
Silent stands Lucy, smiling with red rosy cheek.

Standing 'neath lofty bluff, the hazel bushes screen,
Prettiest jet black pony, with silken flowing mane,
Wavy flowing arms length, on arched neck as silken skein,
Pawing pretty black hoof, lightly the earth disdain.

The sun is sinking slowly, beyond western hill,
The forest and glade are verdant green of early May,
Lucy and pony, are waiting quiet and still,
For the night, to banish for them, the sun's last ray.

Lucy's desired will, the pony understands well,
Each fancy controlling, complete quiet and still,
A shadowing part, of silent solitudes spell,
Motionless, not a whisper, save the roaring rill.

Do the guarding spirits guide, do the angels tell,
Guarding spirits unseen, guiding the way to go,
Telling her way to her soul, lead her from the dell,
Now bravely going the way, that she did not know.

From northwest Arkansas, to western gold mines go,
To her father going hundreds of miles of way,
One year ago, her mother was laid in grave low,
Six years ago, her father, for gold went away.

An uncle's guardianed ward was she, till today,
Of little store, he squandered away, as his right,
Till her pet pony, she loved so well, he sold away,
The colt her father gave her: they will flee this night.

Fourteen years, she had seen, of time fled away,
No news from him, if yet living did not know,
She must go to western gold mines, she cannot stay,
She will start this night dark, and to her father go.

The determined will urging, strong burning in her soul,
From scorn greed going, to her father she will fly,
Proceeding by will, created destinies roll,
Beyond the arched blue, in God in heaven rely.

Darkness spreads over the hills, see the evening stars,
The moonlights silver gleam, through forest and hazel,
Revealing the pony, by the trees shadowed bars,
Pretty Lucy, rosy as if on painter's easel.

The maiden and pony, have been waiting for night,
The black binding curtain, doubting man rests in fear,
Then every seen refuge, have taken hidden flight,
For the maiden's flight, no preventing hand is near.

The willing pony, advancing for saddle placed,
Lucy quickly prepares, on the journey to go,
The pony willing heed, to the guiding hand paced,
A fairy picture present, spring winds cheer blow.

There they go, fairy horse, fairy maid by moon's beam,
There again, in deep shadow's gloom, vanish away,
Here again they come near, splashing in silvered stream.
The nightingales sing, the wood's cricket music play.

As shadows there, 'neath wreathing festooned blooming vine,
Speedy pacing along, by grape bloom's fragrant smell,
Now distant speeding, vanishing as speck or line,
Leaving behind swiftly every known hill and dell.

The one star of love guide, the one hope of joy left,
Only one soul of love, she will seek far away,
A father's love remembering all else bereft,
The blighted hours passing, seeking joy's meeting day.

At early dawn by rustic cabin, she drew rein,
Her story told, gained sympathy, and kindly cheered,
A few hours much needed rest and sleep greet obtain,
Again mounting went her way, for pursuit she feared.

Riding, along the mountain path, they go away,
Passing through the hills, valleys, unwearied they go,
Speeding fairy horse, and fairy maid, all the day,
They thus many miles go, till the day's sun is low.

To her father, to truest nature's law appeal,
Go to her father, true filial duty show,
Artificed guardian, court confirmed law deal,
Urges her, ever so far to her father go.

Of small store, needed ward robe, and of little gold.
Gold left by her father, for use in urgent need,
In secret kept, till when urged to face the world cold,
Carried secure, swiftly on the pet pony speed.

By one, she is urged to return the way she came,
By another, kind sympathy did greet, on speed
Attempt to compel her to return, made by some,
Useless attempt, her to arrest was made indeed.

Useless indeed, for the pony would dash away,
Out speeding any pursuit, faithful to command,
Faithful to each call, by his mistress, night or day,
Ever ready, faithful heeding every demand.

Thus day by day, they journeyed sped by the sun's light,
Prettiest maid, prettiest little horse, swift pace,
And when need demands, thus journey also by night,
'Mid fire flies flashing jeweled shadows swiftly race.

To the wide spreading prairies come, riding swift,
Western Missouri 's rolling grassy plains entranced,
Missouri 's beautiful flowered and blossomed gift,
The maid with joy heed, the delighted pony pranced.

The maid riding gracefully, proudly setting erect,
For her years of fourteen, gracefully small and light,
'Trancing picture, pretty fairy figure perfect,
A face pleasant, unyielding compassed purpose right.

A curl of wavey [sic] auburn hair, trell [sic] curling lock,
Straying from fold, 'neath plumed riding hat are flying,
By face of rosey[sic] red, fleet, the playing winds mock,
From morning, the maid rides, till day's light is dying.

Equestrian beauty thus, was never before seen,
As the maid with prancing pony quick and nimble,
The pony's waving mane, and pretty jet black sheen,
Ever alert, with powered energy tremble.

They journeyed onwards, by many a rustic home,
Still onward, they cross many a silvery stream,
On many a highway, still on their way they roam,
And wherever they went, they seemed a passing dream.

Wherever they went journeying, they prospered well,
As if commanded, all nature rested in peace.
No floods prevented their journey, and no storms fell,
Wherever present, dreaded calamities cease.

Her eyes are still shining bright as the evening star.
To her father, onward so many miles more near,
With effort untired, by riding ever so far,
Her heart is filled, still unceasing with constant cheer.

Thus speeding on, brighter her hope, brighter the sun.
A daughter's duty true, blending with her one will,
Pony and mistress, heroic journeyed deed done,
Pictured to mind, every beauty, each vale and hill.

Riding swift heeding well, many flowered vales greet.
With joys greet smiling, the wild blossomed plain admire,
Admired scenes passing, and new fields of beauty meet,
Loved hope leading by where vying glories aspire.

Onward journey, riding swift by many a town,
The true pony, with untired energy quiver,
Prances by the Missouri river 's turbid brown,
There by the waters of the great western river.

On the prairie, by Leavenworth town encamped,
Sturdy men of the plains, and mountains of the west,
Many that have, to and from Pike's Peak for gold, tramped,
Waiting to complete their caravan, encamped rest.

A maid came to them, asks if they her father knew,
One answered, by that name, a poor miner he saw,
Of health poor, by mountain stream, since then months two,
He then was waiting, for the mountain snows to thaw.

She and her pony, with them might go with care true,
To a miner's daughter, a father's care extend,
They had families on east, that they were fathers too,
In name of daughters at home, in true care depend.

In hopes of finding her father, the maid agreed,
Thus trusting, she would the caravan abide,
Preparing, as she had gold to provide her need,
Thus tarry, and welcome rest, after her long ride.

A guardian uncle, the maid fast did pursue,
To the sheriff, he declared, the maid a horse thief,
With him, a horse dealer, choking with rage blue,
She a runaway ward, and an outlaw in brief.

Demanding the sheriff, the maid to apprehend,
And the pony, speed to the horse dealer returned,
A guardian's right, as his own, none can contend,
His lawful right demand, whomsoever concerned.

To a man, the armed miners came to the rescue,
To the maid's arrest, boldly determined to resist,
Old fighters of the plains, arise to fight a new,
To vow true, compels the officer to desist.

Armed posses were summoned, the miners to subdue,
Peace and dignity, of Kansas territory,
To preserve, the laws thereof properly construe,
Their duty to preserve, sacred to history.

The maid mounting her pony, forward speeding paced,
The determined posse, her arrest that do seek,
Her to defend, the miners, the posse are faced,
Riding between the two parties, thus did she speak:

Men, for me do not shed blood, my pony will speed,
On my pony's speed, my liberty will I stake,
On my pony swift my way will surely succeed,
Fleetest horse here, thou art defied to overtake.

Springing forward swift as the eagle from Aerie,
Riding away, flying swift as the whirlwind fleet,
The maid and pony, go across the prairie,
Joyed by their speed, three loud cheers the miners greet.

No man on the posse, as true knights joined the race,
Then the sheriff alone, as bound by his duty,
Regretting much the need, spurring went on the chase,
Till scarce he knew why, racing after the beauty.

The sheriff raced fast, on fleet spotted horse mounted,
After the maid close pursuing, run fairly well,
At the county line in rear, one mile he counted,
Said, "am glad she is gone, pony and maid farewell."

The gold miners' trail west, to Pike's Peak, soon she found,
Onward she went, on Kansas flower spangled plain,
Hoping there her father to find, to Pike's Peak bound,
The fairy maid and horse, are on the road again.

Traveling as before, the settlements are passed.
Past every house, past every farm, past every town,
Bravely riding on, comes to the great plains at last,
She comes to where, the wild savage wilderness frown.

Following the single wide beaten road to guide,
Carries no weapons, no guard, save in yon blue sky,
While resting, the faithful pony is by her side,
Trust hoping, she will find her father bye and bye,

From passing caravans, with gold obtain her need,
Westward, on towards where the plains mingle with blue,
The pony, pranced to try the wild antelope's speed,
The booming herds of buffalo, dust clouds pursue.

Spring from over the crest, of the near sand hill slope,
Swift leaping, the bleeding side pierced by an arrow,
Wounded with quivering arrow, an antelope,
To see it suffer so, filled her heart with sorrow.

An Indian youth with drawn bow, she did not see,
The game had wounded and pursued, his horse went down,
An arrow, in hand pierced his heart, and life did flee,
She did not see, for it was beyond the hill's crown.

The chief called to his man, "cast your weapons aside,
I have seen beyond the hill, Wahkondah's daughter,
Seeking her father, on her spirit pony, ride,
Not knowing he awaits, by the mountain water."

She did not see them, there beyond the hill of sand,
Glistening lance shining, and feather plumed white shield,
With bows drawn ready, an Indian hunting band,
Mounted on fleet steeds, chasing antelopes afield.

Did not see the youth fall, with sharp arrow in hand,
Pierced through the heart, dying as down with his steed fell,
She did not hear the chief, calling to his armed band,
"Cast your arrows and lances away," of death tell.

"For over yon ridge rides Wahkondah's sprite daughter,
Near her, sharp weapons of death, ye cannot carry,
Seeks her father, who awaits by mountain water,
Near her, the Dacotah arrows cannot tarry.

Whoever approaches near Wahkondah's daughter,
Rashly with weapon, by his own weapon will fall,
Approach her not, weaponed, yourselves ye will slaughter,
In her presence, sacred maidens only can call.

Hasten youths, seven columns seven, signal smokes,
Signal to Minnetopah, by the western hills,
To send one hundred and ten maids, with feathered cloaks,
Sacred maidens true, to dance with white feather quills.

In seven days Wahkondah's daughter, swift will be,
Where the emigrant road, crosses the spirit path,
On hunting ground, swiftly she is riding free,
This day have I lost a son dear, slain by her wrath.

To meet her at that place, tell the maidens to dance,
To find her father, there present her the token,
Wahkondah's daughter, to her father may advance
And the dreaded shade of death, may then be broken."

The war plumed fending shield, the ready venging hand,
Foiled by love's rightful way, with fabled art woven,
Midst war's horrid display, love's right to pass demand,
Where death's harvest supreme and cruel have stroven [sic].

Wahkondah was a man of mystic fearful fame,
Many years ago, at will of mystic demand,
By mystic deed done, at his will, good or bad came,
By the Dacotahs, he was feared in all the land.

By mystic opportunity gained he was slain,
Stealing the charm of protection, his daughter fled,
Other mystic charms to conceal, in hid grave lain,
Seeking her father, his daughter wandering led.

The Sioux greeting the Cheyenne an Arapahoe,
That Wahkondah's daughter was then journeying near,
Heeding, they carefully on her path did not go,
Cast away their arrows and spears, with dreading fear.

All this the maid knew not, of dangers nigh,
She did not know, that she was feared fairy queen,
Free to pass, the bloodiest warriors safe by,
Prance on fairy queen, on prettiest pony seen.

At night, alone she slept in the wilderness drear,
The sneaking wolf, was spurned by the pony's tough heel,
Safe her pony was untethered, she had no fear,
And each day's journey, nearer to her father feel.

On that savage bloody, dreary, wild desert far,
Alone, one heart of innocent maiden's beauty,
In that black night of grief, the lone bright shining star,
By the robber's den, safe see the child of duty.

On this immense wild plain, where the blood hand stray,
She, innocent, as when man was first created,
Her conscience, as light as the first created day,
To her father, the one purpose meditated.

There where the wild beast howl, and stealthily crept,
Where savage man, and invader murdered and fought,
The maid journeyed by day, and at night calmly slept,
The innocent maiden, knew not harm, and feared not.

On every side, all angry, savage and unkind,
Every scene scanned, blighted with dangered grieving shroud,
Here lies skeletons, victims to bury outlined,
The eye wanders midst desolation, crying loud.

Each van, each band, watch with the danger haunted eye,
Watching on the open plain, seeking the foe far,
Dreaming or awake watching, for peaceful glades sigh,
Passing on, display weathers stamp, and weapons scar.

By yon prowling wolf there, 'neath yon circling vulture,
Were feasting there on corpses, foe and foe each slain,
Who fought to die, as they each met in each venture,
By the wayside, they were left, to bleach on the plain.

Signal smokes far and high, the caravans had seen,
From the eastern plains far, to the hills of the west,
Fearing heed, they thought surely, attacking war mean,
Closely guarding hasten away, scanning each ridge crest.

Savage foe and caravanned miners have all fled,
Fear of fairy sprite, and of war, fled from the scene,
Fear of magic charm and signals as each fancy led,
Of fairy riding, death tell, signals doth war mean.

Riding on, the maiden smiles, calm as cradled child,
Calmly heeding, her eyes ever toward the west,
By strife's bitter mark, cares not for the desert wild,
Riding on swiftly, from the ridge's vale to crest.

Over vast bloody fields, as if peace commanding,
On bloodstained earth, see the maiden in peace riding,
The bloody hand speed, on every hand disbanding,
Fled from innocence, in distant fear abiding.

On every side far away, as a pictured view,
Moving images graven on vast sheets of green,
Heeding and fearing, to the rim of the arched blue,
Historic Panorama, 'neath canopy seen.

The refuge of wild beasts, and the painted war band,
The maiden's road is crossed by the scalp seekers' trail,
The unseen shield fends, in this danger blighted land,
The father's love conquering, fends the maiden frail.

In her soul she can never, from her quest return,
Is still following the great road that westward led,
No thought of retreat, still onward in her soul burn,
She will go by the path, from which the brave have fled.

On this plain of every danger here, she knew well,
Of cruel hearts, of swift arrow and deadly spear,
Yonder see the unburied slain, of danger tell,
View the scene, even nature wore the pall of fear.

Near here wanders the robber, from the civiled state,
That bloody hand, will murder and plunder the weak,
Knows no mercy, and knows no law but that of fate,
Sporting to deride them, that would for mercy speak.

See the howling wolf band, coming circling around,
Hunger driven, the demand of the dreaded beast,
Anointed innocence, here be torn to the ground,
Demanding one more again, for their whelps to feast.

Tell ye of the highlanders' dash, at Waterloo .
Tell of the cavalry charge on Balak Lava's field,
Rushing charge, where victory as the whirlwind flew,
Tell ye of where the mighty are vanquished to yield.

See the wolf pack come, by circling compact rank,
With blood-thirsty fired courage, their eye balls glisten,
With growl and yelp, and shining tusk, closing each flank,
Each to leader, with urging growl and yelp listen.

See the pony's eyes, with proud angers flashing glance,
His mighty strength, encouraged by the maiden's hand,
With joy to battle, to meet the foe proudly prance,
Proud prancing with joy, to battle with wolf band.

The pony jumps forward, with quick and powered spring,
Swift as the dart, swift dashes through the yelping crew,
To the earth with disdain, his cowering foes fling,
With angered energy, on them back again flew.

Swiftly charge, through and through the wild yelping wolf pack,
Swiftly charge, as long as fronting rank did appear,
Again swiftly charge the wolf, till their courage slack,
Until the wolf foe, began to retreat with fear.

Charge again, the vanquished wolves are fleeing away,
From the maiden, their leaders flee with conquered moan,
From the pony, the wolf pack fly with dismay,
Leaving the maiden and pony a field alone.

Hear the wolf band, answering in low moaning call,
Howl and moan each wolf band to band, in conquered wail,
Crying warnings low and long, till mid dark nights pall,
Call and answer to each band, call from den to trail.

Spoke the chief, "Wahkondah's daughter is riding near,
Dacotah men heed, haste away, she rides alone,
Hear ye the beast and wolf, call and answer with fear,
The beast and wolf, call and answer with conquered moan.

Heed ye from the eastern plains, to the western hills,
Hark the beast and wolf warning, of danger calling,
The wolf packs wailing, moaning low their young whelps thrill,
Moan from eve till morning with dread fear appalling.

The maiden carries, Wahkondah's protecting charm,
In the hour of danger, by mystic deed taken,
Protecting the sacred maiden, from every harm,
Danger by man or beast, from her path forsaken."

Thus spoke the Dacotah chief, not knowing of else,
Why a maiden weak, would wander by men of blood,
Tells of the maiden, guarded by mystic defense,
By mystic deed passing safe, man, beast, storm and flood.

Angels guard, by unseen ladder ascending.
Once on Syrian hills, as seen in Jacob's dream,
Again on this bloody plain of death, descending,
Again, as once told by them, on Holy Writ's ream.

Angels are descending there, to guard the maiden,
Each cruel and bloody foe, is driven away,
Her filial devotion, with blessings laden,
The promise fulfilled as the prophets book display.

The unseen hand guards, seen by the prophet of old,
Honor thy father and mother, ye will not die,
Still voice, to the maiden's soul, midst the desert told,
Dangers abhorred by the strong, may safely defy.

There on that vast plain of death, virtue's mercy show,
Guarding, where emblems of evil man, thickly strew,
Guiding hands are guiding her soul, the way to go,
Guides the way, prepared for the innocent and true.

The distant mountains, dimly began to appear,
Westward in long blue line, uneven as a cloud,
Twix the heavens and earth, their distant summits rear,
With hidden feet, beauty wrapt in blue azure shroud.

On and on, and the mountains plainly to view grow,
Thee of earth to greet, casts aside the dim shroud now,
With heavens bright glory, greets thee from peaks of snow,
Resting their feet, upon foothills of wrinkled brow.

One hundred and ten singing maids are advancing,
One hundred and ten sacred maidens dance and sing,
The fairy maid, and fairy pony are prancing,
Are dancing and prancing, where joyous music ring.

Dacotah maidens, bonneted with white swan quill,
Keep time to drum, singing, keeping time to hearts beat,
Singing sweet as the nightingale and whippoorwill,
Keep time to drum, keeping time with moccasined feet.

Happy is the maiden sacred,
Whose face with love for parent shine,
Cherishing not evil hatred,
Soon day of loved greetings are thine.

Fairy maid, to thy father go,
Midst yon blue range he awaits thee,
Waits by yon distant peak of snow,
Ascend thee, by the scarred fir tree.

Ascending to the rift of snow,
As going from the scarred fir tree,
Where the strong mountain waters flow,
Swiftly dashing by cascades three.

Passing to the path by the clift [sic],
Find a crystal stone broken,
Just before ye gain the snow rift,
Here's its mate which is the token.

By the fir, this stone was taken,
From 'neath water, by the cascade,
To your father still awaiting,
Take the token, thee fairy maid.

In the white rift of snow blending,
You will find the white crystal stone,
From 'neath waves, thy father tending,
He is awaiting thee alone.

Fairy queen, slay not our brothers,
Roam not, the game land of our sires,
Slay not, the sons of our mothers,
Slay not, by thy consuming fires.

To the maid, the song, story and dance were thrill strange,
Hundred and ten maidens, thus willful entrance,
Her quest greetings sought, to her heart aptly arrange,
Greetings of joy, pressed in beautiful song and dance.

To Moneehaha who first in dance did lead,
To Moneehaha, the maid her right hand present,
"On your lands I'll not tarry, or sires slay, agreed,
The innocence and love of my soul, will prevent.

I take the token of thee, on my way I go,
Kind maidens, cherish my love, and farewell to thee,
Heavens glory greets me, from yon bright peak of snow,
Greetings all, to thee a sister ever will be."

"Sister of speech entranced farewell,
Riding swift to thy father go,
Pony of speed, none can excel,
Fairy speed, to yon peak of snow."

Thus singing and dancing great, the Dacotah maids,
Following with tripping feet, singing and dancing,
Where joyous song and mirth, the solitude invades,
After the speeding maiden, their dark eyes glancing.

She did not know Wahkondah's body to conceal,
Was lain in crevice of rock, lain in rift of snow,
A tomb of white crystal and snow, to not reveal,
Of white crystal stone, from 'neath where the waters flow.

Swift speeds the maiden and pony, for the snow peak
Led by maiden's song, riding to the mountain dell,
As the homeward pigeon flies, her father to seek,
Her soul filled with though, a daughter can only tell.

From earth's foot stool, to heaven's high throne ascending,
Shining peaks, high above mountain upon mountain,
There comes glancing, silver foamed cascades descending,
Here comes dancing, from snow fountain to spring fountain.

Comes racing twixt clifts [sic], through forests of fir and pine,
To the grassy plains, the mighty rivers seeking,
Around high Island rock, purest girdle entwine,
Leaping bold, from the mountains heart loudly speaking.

Down by the mountains dark shadowed deep rocky glen,
Where rushing cascades of snow waters, roaring flow,
In the wilderness, away by the wild beasts den,
Beneath the lofty heaven piercing peak of snow.

Centuries alone with god, in their majesty,
Richly clothed in mossy robe, cedar, fir and pine,
Before they were invaded by mans travesty,
Precious stones and golden ore, with cascades combine.

The pony springs on, nimble as the mountain goat,
Over rocky hill, high tossing his flossy mane,
The maid still riding erect, swiftly seems to float,
Swiftly every difficult path easily gain.

By lightning scarred fir, wearied sets a miner poor,
The hopeless task realizing, sick and care worn,
Every hope crushed, sick and starving, grieved and heart sore,
Poor penniless, midst mountains snow, with garments torn.

How first to Frazier's river[1], he did try for gold,
With generous heart, to the unfortunate lent,
How often hope had fled, in this dreary world cold,
Gives up all hope and faith, so long in his soul pent.

He thought of how twelve months ago, how at Washoe,[2]
With skill and labor, he had a few thousand gained,
And how to further gain, he had nothing to show,
How ever since, fortune had steadily waned.

He had found a piece of the richest golden ore.
Right there, on the path that leads up that steep clift [sic],
Seeking each day, he could find trace no more,
From the roaring cascade, seeking to the rift.

Would he have to die here, die by his poor hut cave,
Die alone unseen, by the lightning scarred fir tree,
His body uncared for, lie by the cascade wave,
Fate so cruel, unjust, was that heaven's decree.

Would he never more, see the loved ones left at home,
The loved ones at home, he hoped again to see,
He had promised well, when first away he did roam,
He had hoped so long, to return with richest fee.

Never see Lucy, loves richest store of beauty.
His little daughter Lucy, each lock's curling trell.
Entrancing every hope, to a father's duty,
Entwines his soul of love, a father's tears to well.

Little Lucy, and her little pet pony colt,
That he gave her, the pet colt she fed from her hand,
Heeding her call, at her command would swiftly bolt,
The pet pony colt, that she led by rib and band.

He left at home, would never see them again.
Them he had left, many hundreds of miles away,
Why did he leave them! Oh! Why did he not remain,
Sighing, wishing he had not seen that evil day.

A sound of swift beating hoofs, coming greets his ear;
Can that be Lucy coming, his darling daughter,
Advancing eagerly and swiftly, she rides near,
Coming to him, haste they are crossing the water.

"Father!" "Lucy!" Tis best when the long absent meet,
Whether in joy's claim, or by the suffering moan,
'Tis best, none but God heed the long absence first greet,
No shadows or light intervene, just them alone.

Alone leave them, to whatever they have to say,
Alone, the father greets his darling daughter dear,
Thrill alone, leave them to their happy meeting day,
The bright snowy peak, is no more alone and drear.

The maiden's true, loving, kind ministering soul,
Compassioned loving soul, every grieving pain find,
Cheering love, every reviving effort extol,
Cheering love, every grieving pain faithfully bind.

"Father, this is the piece of golden ore ye found,
In vain seeking, and could not find any trace more,
Sore wearied, for months seeking every place around?
See I have a token for thee, of the same ore.

They each fit, two mates they are from the same piece broken,
Crystals are shining bright, beneath yon cascade wave,
With golden threads woven, as this crystal token,
'neath the water, 'neath the cascades, they thickly pave."

Answering to dance by maids, answering to song,
The crystal gems gleam, bright as their eyes greet dancing,
Pure as the song of the maidens, dancing along,
After the swift speeding maid, their dark eyes glancing.

See 'neath where cascades flow, many golden threads shine,
With bright wave sparkling, dance by the peak of snow,
A moment revealed, thence greeting by beauties shrine,
To the bounding wave bead, jeweled glories bestow.

Greeting the blending lights, of this crystal token,
By the glassy wave's shiver, light and like concealed,
By willful maidens mirth, in song and dance spokened,
Keeping time to thought, keeping time to song revealed.

Crystal beauty's treasure, retained by the ages,
Crystal tokens greet, to the crystaled jeweled wave,
Jeweled waves, where crystal torrent and flood rages,
Casting golden greet, the blending lights meeting love.

Loud splashing and rushing quick, each varied light seek,
Each brightest light find, thence casting a moments ray,
Bold from the snowy peaks crown, cheering loudly speak,
Conceal and reveal the golden threads, 'neath the spray.

By Man's endeavor, long and vainly for gold sought,
Hidden beneath where cascades crystal curtain roll,
Pure as the sun, pure as the sacred maiden's thought,
Golden threads shine, pure as the sacred maiden's soul.

Brilliant glinting, with the proud wave vie and aspire,
Golden ores resting, where the swift waters fast race,
Pure as the day sun, resting unalloyed by fire,
Wove in crystal ore, revealing each golden trace.

Each crystal ore there, is the crystal tokens mate,
Mates the crystal token, as by song and dance led,
Led by a father's love, unsought nor led by fate,
Greets the crystal token, in the cataract's bed.

Blessings for a daughter, rest 'neath the cascade shore,
A child's love greets reward, her father's need did seek,
A father's need seeking, led by rich golden ore,
Greeting her quest fulfilled, here by the snowy peak.

Exceeding far beyond, the highest hopes measure,
As the snowy peaks crown, exceeds the lowest plain,
And yet not exceeding a daughter's loved treasure,
A daughter relieving, a father's lonely pain.

Led by silent voice, led by hand unseen,
To her soul by still greet, on the desert was told,
Telling her the way to go, and not fates woven skein,
Led her to her father and showed her richest gold.

Led by daughter's dread path, led the unseen hand,
The star of hope by night, the sun of love by day,
Led by silent voice, led safe on blood stained land,
Led to a father's need, by a father's love stay.

Led by the unseen hand, led to the poor hut cave,
The guiding silent voice, to a father dying,
Leads a loving daughter, from craving moan to save,
Moan of a father's love death's mist glorifying.

Monuments high and bright, glories of the snow peak,
A loving daughter's care, the gem of the mind show,
Near the throne of heaven, with the silent voice speak,
Pure as the mountain air, pure as the peak of snow.

To meet hours of sorrow, midst hours of meeting joy,
The silent voice greeting, the way to comfort told.
Teaching the way to go, cast as the banished toy,
Guiding the soul the way, cast new as refined gold.

No more by the cascade, the lightning scarred fir tree,
Nor by the rift of snow, vainly seeking for gold,
His soul has gone away, from earth's call at last free,
The miner's soul has fled, his hand is resting cold.

Many miners seeking, for gold ore seeking, came,
Are amazed here to find, rich ore in a maiden's right,
Each agreed to protect, a miner's daughter's fame,
Of richest golden ore, 'neath waves are shining bright.

Seeking for gold they came, miners seeking new fields,
Are amazed here to find, ore of the richest gold,
Concealed 'neath cascade waves, concealed in crystal shields,
All in a maiden's right, as the poor hut cave told.

Are amazed here to find, in the wilderness wild,
A maiden guarding well, a father's hand death cold,
A maiden innocent, a miner's only child,
Guarding by the snow peak, and cascade wild and bold.

Amazed by beauty's zeal, of maiden holy care,
By a father's death cot, watch and waiting alone,
Beauty's field of glory, alone the maiden fair,
By the silvered cascade, 'neath the snowy peaks cone.

Alone by the mountain dell, the maiden and pony,
The faithful daughter brave, pure as the peak of snow,
The faithful pony proud, swift as desert cony,
The miners come greeting, kindest regard bestow.

Midst hours of lonely grief, mercy and blessings guide,
The daughter's soul love, the purest gem reveal,
The miner's soul of right, strong as the ocean tide,
A miner's daughter's right, to each strong arm appeal.

With awe the miners stand by the poor hut cave door,
Their thoughts far from gold ore, by a daughter's love shrine,
By a father's death cot, love that angels adore.
Holy care earth to heaven, with the snow peak shine.

Showering silvered waves, the cascades willing song,
From the snowy peak sent, of one gone do they tell?
Gold for a daughter's joy, vainly seeking so long,
Above the snowy peak, by heaven's throne, all's well.

Song remembered time gone, the voice from the mountain,
Here again every scene greets the lesson of old,
Mourning a parent gone, the voice of the fountain,
Comfort her that do mourn, as by the teacher told.

Let each true heart draw near, for this is holy ground,
By the poor hut cave, by the lightning scarred fir tree,
Hear the miners thrill sing the old hymn's holy sound,
Hear the mountain's voice ring, all's well by cascades three.

From 'neath garments of toil, each soul's earnest display,
Quick to aid innocence, as quick venging with blood,
Men of war, hearts of fire, the braves' sternest array,
Wept by the lonely care, by the snowy peak's flood.

After days of sorrow, cheering returning peace,
The snowy peak's glory, greeting the mountain dell,
Heaven's glory sending, seeking sorrow's release,
The cascade's kind mission, are yet singing, all's well.

The young villa building, there by the cascade side,
By the mountain dell, home life's new scenes bestow,
By grim solitudes realm, the multitude abide,
Hearts of fire that have wept, dwell 'neath the peak of snow.

The stamping energy of the mills by the mines,
The heavy ores are shining, with rich gold laden,
The mines of rich laden ore, by many long lines,
Belong to Lucy, the fleetest speeding maiden.

Cast thy view far away, beyond the eastern plain,
Once passed by the maiden, by the western river,
To scenes reviewed return, scenes renewed once again,
As the soul wills to go, will of the mind giver.

Leave the singing cascade, sent from the peak of snow,
The soul's command seeking, complete mission return,
Guiding by impressed thought, from beauty's best charm go,
Seeking one who returned, thoughts within his soul burn.

He who had seen the maid trust in heaven to guide,
He had seen on her face innocent courage shine,
Boldly rushing away to the wilderness ride,
Each effort supreme and angelic grace combine.

No more for him joys greet the charmed spell of old home,
To the wilderness wide seeking, his thoughts will go,
Out upon the desert fearing his thoughts do roam.
Of one fled by the trail of death and sorrow.

Yet young midst fields of trust endowed with every hope,
Honored among all men, each right hand to him tend,
Each charm of joy invite, greets every desired scope,
One charm has fled away, she whom he would defend.

Going forth led by zeal quest of his soul to find,
Is following his thoughts and seeking day by day,
On the great road westward, as led by wish of mind.
Seeking tidings of her, that swiftly fled away.

Riding onwards seeking, on the desert of death,
Seeking her that had fled, seeking yet not finding,
By the dust clouds casting the hot winds killing breath,
Seeking, hoping, fearing, every effort blinding.

Seeking by every scene, by the maiden long past,
Hoping, vainly seeking and fearing finds no trace,
Braving every danger of this wilderness vast,
Still onward his soul lead, crossing this immense space.

The distant mountains rim slowly arise to view,
Truest majestic scene, the soul's delight vesting.
Unknown realms seeking, as seen wrapt in heaven's blue,
A new earth and heaven, on the old earth resting.

Each passioned sentiment heralded midst glory,
Finding gift of joy sought, 'neath the snowy peak's cone.
Meeting they listen to each enchanting story,
Plighting 'neath the snow peak that guards near heaven's throne.

Yet standing forth midst rays of bright gift of glory,
The snowy peak's pare crown, tidings of joy sending.
Midst hills of wrinkled brow, keeping pure, life's story,
Each struggle of duty, with brightest joy blending.

By the alter sacred, of consecrated room,
There a wedding couple, hand in hand, side by side,
The Leavenworth sheriff, whom ye know is the groom,
And Lucy, at last overtaken, is the bride.

See the pony prancing on the valley meadow,
Shod with glittering gold, swift as the great cony.
Proud master of the field, prances as he wills to,
Read the gold laid collar, "This is Lucy's Pony."

The End.

Wagner, Indian Territory : Record Print, 1895

[[1]]

Frazer's River is in northeastern Montana on the Missouri River near Fort Peck.

[[2]]

Washoe is on a tributary of the Yellowstone River in Montana near the Wyoming border. The southwesterly route from Frazer to Washoe is around 250 miles.