THE COMPLAINT OF A FORSAKEN INDIAN WOMAN
Then do not weep and grieve for me;
Oh let my body die away!
You travel heavily and slow:
When you were gone my limbs were stronger,
And my last thoughts would happy be,
And then he stretched his arms, how wild!
Yet is it dead, and I remain.
I saw the crackling ?ashes drive;
For once could have thee close to me,
Oh wind that oer my head art ?ying,
My ?re is dead: it knew no pain;
Oh mercy! like a little child.
In spite of all my weary pain,
My little joy! my little pride!
For clothes, for warmth, for food, and ?re;
And yet I am alive.
I read.99csw.comshall not see another sun,
Before I see another day,
The stars they were among my dreams;
And Oh how grievously I rue,
Could I with thee a message send.
Before I see another day,
In two days more I must have died.
My ?re is dead, and snowy white
Alas! you might have dragged me on
And yet they are upon my eyes,
In sleep I heard the northern gleams;
A woman who was not thy mother.
[_When a Northern Indian, from sickness, is unable to continue hisjourney with his companions; he is left behind, covered over withDeer-skins, and is supplied with water, food, and fuel if the situationof the place will afford it. He is informed of the track which hiscompanions intend to pursue, and if he is unable to follow, or overtakethem, he perishes alone in the Desart; unless he should have the goodfortune to fall in with some other Tribes of Indians. It is unnecessaryto add that the females are equally, or still more, exposed to the samefate. See that very interesting work, _Hearnes Journey from HudsonsBay to the Northern Ocean_. When the Northern Lights, as the same writerinforms us, vary their position in the air, they make a rustling and acrackling noise. This circumstance is alluded to in the ?rst stanza ofthe following poem._]九-九-藏-書rｅaｄ•9９ｃｓｗ•ｃｏm
--As if he strove to be a man,
For strong and without pain I lay,
On me how strangely did he look!
THE COMPLAINT OF A FORSAKEN INDIAN WOMAN
I shall not see another day.
I cannot lift my limbs to know
The way my friends their course did bend,
I should not feel the pain of dying,
Too soon my heartless spirit failed;
Too soon,九九藏書 my friends, you went away;
Then here contented will I lie;
If they have any life or no.
With happy heart I then would die,
My friends, I did not follow you!
Alone I cannot fear to die.
For ever left alone am I,
Oh let my body die away!
My poor forsaken child! if I
My journey will be shortly run,
In sleep did I behold the skies,
That he might pull the sledge for me.
I feel my body die away,
And he has stolen away my food.
My friends, when you were gone away.
My child! they gave thee to another,
That, afterwards, a little longer,
Ill look upon yo九-九-藏-書ur tents again.
When I was well, I wished to live,
No pleasure now, and no desire.
Ill follow you across the snow,
All stiff with ice the ashes lie;
For I had many things to say.
And they are dead, and I will die.
A most strange something did I see;
But they to me no joy can give,
Through his whole body something ran,
When from my arms my babe they took,
Then wherefore should I fear to die?
I feel I must have died with thee.
The water which beside it stood;
Another day, a single one!
The wolf has come to me to-night,
Too soon despair oer me prevailed;