Robert Frank Jarrett, Occoneechee, the Maid of the Mystic Lake
“ Then the warrior to the chieftainQuick replied, “I’ll lead the wayFar across the hill and valley,Mounted on this splendid bay.”Then they said to friend and neighbor,Old-time chief and child and squaw,“At the dawning, we will leave you,Leave the town of Tahlequah; “Leave the tribe and reservation,For a journey to the East,Where the tribesmen dwell together,Meet serenely, drink and feast,In a land where peace and pleasureVie each other in the pace,Where the hopes of life are brightestTo the fallen human race.” ”
