The Chemawa American, October 01, 1912, Page 16, Image 16

THE
CHEM AW A
AM ERICAN
W ho beguiled the tim e w ith pleasure?
Some are here and, sleeping, hear not;
O thers yet dwell near to H w ulcli.
F or th e rest, w here dw ell th e absent,
W here the ones w ho should be here?
W hen S tah-gw ahk from out th e S outhland
Conies, the g reat, the stro n g and warm w ind,
In the woods the dead leaves rustle,
Raise th eir drow sy eyes till open,
Look about in wide-eyed w onder,
See Stall gw alik from out th e S outhland,
W hisper loud w ith w anton w ildness,
Dance in glee to rise again,
S curry far and d ro p p in g singly,
W heresoe’er th e wind it listeth,
Know no m ore th eir native forests,
K now no m ore the land of H w ulcli.
So too happened it to others,
O thers th an th e leaves of H w ulcli.
T h u s th e people of th e beach land,
Once were like th e sands of Silver;
M any scattered far and never
More retu rn ed to H w u lc h ’s tides.
Some are here and some are here not,
Some still slum ber o ’er at Skyue,
T ak e th e rest of w ar-w orn w arriors.
Still at Skvue ghostly squadrons
Belly sails to bellow ing blasts, w hile
Paddles dip in liquid ether
T h o u g h no helm sm an guides his craft.
Still th ro u g h ages sail the squadrons
T o no earth ly haven faring,
Y et at last each death -lik e seam an
Shall no d o u b t a haven reach.
So S ch u h -tlah k s stands faithful ever,
W ith his nose of rock and stone,
G azing m utely dow n in sorrow
On these rem n an ts of our people,
C lin g in g to th eir h au n ts so olden,
H a u n ts and homes of h earts of m en.
So too Speebidah, th e L ittle
O ne, looks dow n in sad abandon,
Croons death songs of days now dying,
L ike th eir people— ah-de-dah!
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