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Robert Frank Jarrett Occoneechee, the Maid of the Mystic Lake

Then the warrior to the chieftain
Quick replied, “I’ll lead the way
Far 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 pleasure
Vie each other in the pace,
Where the hopes of life are brightest
To the fallen human race.”
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Robert Frank Jarrett Occoneechee, the Maid of the Mystic Lake

In one of their battles with the Showano, who are all magicians, the Cherokee captured a great medicine-man, whose name was Agan-uni-tsi, “The Ground-Hog’s Mother.” They had tied him ready for the torture when he begged for his life, and engaged, if they spared him, to find for them the great wonder-worker, the Ulunsuti. Now, the Ulunsuti is like a blazing star set in the forehead of the great Uktena serpent, and the medicine-man who could possess it might do marvelous things, but everyone knew that this could not be, because it was certain death to meet the Uktena.
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Robert Frank Jarrett Occoneechee, the Maid of the Mystic Lake

From the South meridian of the sunflower state, to the cypress banks of the Red river, and from Fort Smith to the shifting sands of the great plains, for half a century sheltered a coterie of actors that would have made Robin Hood or Kit Carson blush with envy. The soil of the five tribes has been moistened with human blood when there was none to answer the cry for vengeance
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