E. Pauline Johnson,
Flint and Feather — As Red Men Die
(1914)
“ Wilder and wilder still his death-song rings, Fiercer and fiercer thro' the forest bounds His voice that leaps to Happier Hunting Grounds. One savage yell— Then loyal to his race, He bends to death—but never to disgrace. ”
E. Pauline Johnson,
Flint and Feather — As Red Men Die
(1914)
“ He—the bloodthirsty, he—the Mohawk chief, He—who despises pain and sneers at grief, Here in the hated Huron's vicious clutch, That even captive he disdains to touch! Captive! But never conquered; Mohawk brave Stoops not to be to any man a slave ”
