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They were coming across the prairie they were	A
galloping hard and fast	B
For the eyes of those desperate riders had sighted	C
their man at last	B
Sighted him off to Eastward where the Cree	D
encampment lay	E
Where the cotton woods fringed the river miles and	F
miles away	E
Mistake him Never Mistake him the famous	G
Eagle Chief	H
That terror to all the settlers that desperate Cattle	I
Thief	H
That monstrous fearless Indian who lorded it over	A
the plain	J
Who thieved and raided and scouted who rode like	K
a hurricane	J
But they've tracked him across the prairie they've	L
followed him hard and fast	B
For those desperate English settlers have sighted	C
their man at last	B
	-
Up they wheeled to the tepees all their British	M
blood aflame	N
Bent on bullets and bloodshed bent on bringing	O
down their game	N
But they searched in vain for the Cattle Thief that	P
lion had left his lair	Q
And they cursed like a troop of demons for the	R
women alone were there	Q
quot The sneaking Indian coward quot they hissed quot he	D
hides while yet he can	S
He'll come in the night for cattle but he's scared	T
to face a man quot	T
quot Never quot and up from the cotton woods rang the	R
voice of Eagle Chief	H
And right out into the open stepped unarmed the	R
Cattle Thief	H
Was that the game they had coveted Scarce fifty	T
years had rolled	T
Over that fleshless hungry frame starved to the	R
bone and old	T
Over that wrinkled tawny skin unfed by the	R
warmth of blood	T
Over those hungry hollow eyes that glared for the	R
sight of food	T
	-
He turned like a hunted lion quot I know not fear quot	T
said he	T
And the words outleapt from his shrunken lips in	U
the language of the Cree	T
quot I'll fight you white skins one by one till I	V
kill you all quot he said	T
But the threat was scarcely uttered ere a dozen	W
balls of lead	T
Whizzed through the air about him like a shower	A
of metal rain	J
And the gaunt old Indian Cattle Thief dropped	T
dead on the open plain	J
And that band of cursing settlers gave one	W
triumphant yell	X
And rushed like a pack of demons on the body that	T
writhed and fell	X
quot Cut the fiend up into inches throw his carcass	G
on the plain	J
Let the wolves eat the cursed Indian he'd have	Y
treated us the same quot	T
A dozen hands responded a dozen knives gleamed	T
high	V
But the first stroke was arrested by a woman's	Z
strange wild cry	V
And out into the open with a courage past	T
belief	H
She dashed and spread her blanket o'er the corpse	A2
of the Cattle Thief	H
And the words outleapt from her shrunken lips in	U
the language of the Cree	T
quot If you mean to touch that body you must cut	T
your way through me quot	T
And that band of cursing settlers dropped	T
backward one by one	W
For they knew that an Indian woman roused was	B2
a woman to let alone	C2
And then she raved in a frenzy that they scarcely	T
understood	T
Raved of the wrongs she had suffered since her	A
earliest babyhood	T
quot Stand back stand back you white skins touch	D2
that dead man to your shame	N
You have stolen my father's spirit but his body I	V
only claim	N
You have killed him but you shall not dare to	T
touch him now he's dead	T
You have cursed and called him a Cattle Thief	H
though you robbed him first of bread	T
Robbed him and robbed my people look there at	T
that shrunken face	E2
Starved with a hollow hunger we owe to you and	T
your race	E2
What have you left to us of land what have you	T
left of game	N
What have you brought but evil and curses since	F2
you came	N
How have you paid us for our game how paid us	G
for our land	T
By a book to save our souls from the sins you	T
brought in your other hand	T
Go back with your new religion we never have	Y
understood	T
Your robbing an Indian's body and mocking his	G2
soul with food	T
Go back with your new religion and find if find	T
you can	S
The honest man you have ever made from out a	R
starving man	S
You say your cattle are not ours your meat is not	T
our meat	T
When you pay for the land you live in we'll pay	E
for the meat we eat	T
Give back our land and our country give back our	A
herds of game	N
Give back the furs and the forests that were ours	H2
before you came	N
Give back the peace and the plenty Then come	I2
with your new belief	H
And blame if you dare the hunger that drove him to	T
be a thief quot	T

Emily Pauline Johnson

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