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U niver sity
of
O regon M o n th ly
the Cone Cepee
H E lone tepee, sign of a dying race !-
Among the whispering pines there is a ^strain
V » PCmelahcholy music—a sad refrain
That n ó ^ alóne can teli th é re ls no place
In the E 8 R 9 B 9 B R RBBH b that race.
In that lo n e ’tepee noW there may remain
.But shades.; Silent thè song o’er hill and plain;
No H f E H K j war, no huntsman for the Chase.
In wild untrodden wastes of western land,
-•From v M ys^green to' mountains eapped With snow,
W here washed'the waves'along the K g j n | |
Here M e were fphnd the. chieftain and his band
Of painted warriors- true w ith‘.spear and bow.'
Their outpost now isM
but the’ lone tepee. y \
—Corà‘ -Cameron, -W .
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