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'Tis the moon of the sere falling leaves	A
From the heads of the maples the west wind	B
Plucks the red and gold plumage and grieves	A
on the meads for the rose and the lily	C
Their brown leaves the moaning oaks strew	D
and the breezes that roam on the prairies	E
Low whistling and wanton pursue	D
the down of the silk weed and thistle	F
All sere are the prairies and brown	G
in the glimmer and haze of the Autumn	H
From the far northern marshes flock down	G
by thousands the geese and the mallards	I
From the meadows and wide prairied plains	J
for their long southward journey preparing	K
In croaking flocks gather the cranes	J
and choose with loud clamor their leaders	L
The breath of the evening is cold	M
and lurid along the horizon	N
The flames of the prairies are rolled	M
on the somber skies flashing their torches	O
At noontide a shimmer of gold	M
through the haze pours the sun from his pathway	P
The wild rice is gathered and ripe	Q
von the moors lie the scarlet po pan ka BF	R
Michabo is smoking his pipe	Q
'tis the soft dreamy Indian Summer	S
When the god of the South as he flies	T
from Waziya the god of the Winter	S
For a time turns his beautiful eyes	T
and backward looks over his shoulder	S
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BF Cranberries	E
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It is noon From his path in the skies	T
the red sun looks down on Kathaga	K
Asleep in the valley it lies	T
for the swift hunters follow the bison	N
Ta te psin the aged brave bends	U
as he walks by the side of Winona	V
Her arm to his left hand she lends	U
and he feels with his staff for the pathway	P
On his slow feeble footsteps attends	U
his gray dog the watchful Wichaka a	V
For blind in his years is the chief	R
of a fever that followed the Summer	S
And the days of Ta te psin are brief	R
Once more by the dark rolling river	S
Sits the Chief in the warm dreamy haze	W
of the beautiful Summer in Autumn	H
And the faithful dog lovingly lays his head	X
at the feet of his master	S
On a dead withered branch sits a crow	Y
down peering askance at the old man	Z
On the marge of the river below	Y
romp the nut brown and merry voiced children	N
And the dark waters silently flow	Y
broad and deep to the plunge of the Ha ha	A2
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a Wee chah kah literally Faithful	F
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By his side sat Winona	V
He laid his thin shriveled hand on her tresses	O
Winona my daughter he said	X
no longer thy father beholds thee	C
But he feels the long locks of thy hair	B2
and the days that are gone are remembered	C2
When Sisoka BG sat faithful and fair	B2
in the lodge of swift footed Ta te psin	V
The white years have broken my spear	D2
from my bow they have taken the bow string	K
But once on the trail of the deer	D2
like a gray wolf from sunrise till sunset	E2
By woodland and meadow and mere	D2
ran the feet of Ta te psin untiring	K
But dim are the days that are gone	V
and darkly around me they wander	S
Like the pale misty face of the moon	V
when she walks through the storm of the winter	S
And sadly they speak in my ear	F2
I have looked on the graves of my kindred	G2
The Land of the Spirits is near	D2
Death walks by my side like a shadow	Y
Now open thine ear to my voice	H2
and thy heart to the wish of thy father	S
And long will Winona rejoice	H2
that she heeded the words of Ta te psin	V
The cold cruel winter is near	D2
and famine will sit in the teepee	Q
What hunter will bring me the deer	D2
or the flesh of the bear or the bison	V
For my kinsmen before me have gone	V
they hunt in the land of the shadows	I2
In my old age forsaken alone	V
must I die in my teepee of hunger	S
Winona Tamdoka can make my empty lodge	J2
laugh with abundance	K2
For thine aged and blind father's sake	K
to the son of the Chief speak the promise	L2
For gladly again to my tee	C
will the bridal gifts come for my daughter	S
A fleet footed hunter is he	C
and the good spirits feather his arrows	I2
And the cold cruel winter	S
will be a feast time instead of a famine	V
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BG The Robin the name of Winona's Mother	S
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My father she said and her voice	H2
was filial and full of compassion	V
Would the heart of Ta te psin rejoice	H2
at the death of Winona his daughter	S
The crafty Tamdoka I hate	M2
Must I die in his teepee of sorrow	Y
For I love the White Chief and I wait	M2
his return to the land of Dakotas	N2
When the cold winds of winter return	V
and toss the white robes of the prairies	E
The fire of the White Chief will burn	V
in his lodge at the Meeting of Waters	L
Winona's heart followed his feet	O2
far away to the land of the Morning	K
And she hears in her slumber his sweet	O2
kindly voice call the name of thy daughter	S
My father abide I entreat	O2
the return of the brave to Katahga	K
The wild rice is gathered the meat	O2
of the bison is stored in the teepee	Q
Till the Coon Moon enough and to spare	B2
and if then the white warrior return not	O2
Winona will follow the bear and the coon	V
to their dens in the forest	O2
She is strong she can handle the spear	D2
she can bend the stout bow of the hunter	S
And swift on the trail of the deer	D2
will she run o'er the snow on her snow shoes	P2
Let the step mother sit in the tee	O2
and kindle the fire for my father	S
And the cold cruel winter shall be	O2
a feast time instead of a famine	V
The White Chief will never return	V
half angrily muttered Ta te psin	V
His camp fire will nevermore burn	V
in the land of the warriors he slaughtered	O2
I grieve for my daughter has said	O2
that she loves the false friend of her kindred	O2
For the hands of the White Chief are red	O2
with the blood of the trustful Dakotas	N2
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Then warmly Winona replied	O2
Tamdoka himself is the traitor	S
And the brave hearted stranger had died	O2
by his treacherous hand in the forest	O2
But thy daughter's voice bade him beware	B2
of the sly death that followed his footsteps	Q2
The words of Tamdoka are fair	B2
but his heart is the den of the serpents	R2
When the braves told their tale like a bird	O2
sang the heart of Winona rejoicing	K
But gladlier still had she heard	O2
of the death of the crafty Tamdoka	K
The Chief will return he is bold	O2
and he carries the fire of Wakinyan	V
To our people the truth will be told	O2
and Tamdoka will hide like a coward	O2
His thin locks the aged brave shook	K
to himself half inaudibly muttered	O2
To Winona no answer he spoke only moaned he Micunksee Micunksee BH	O2
In my old age forsaken and blind	O2
Yun he he Micunksee Micunksee BI	O2
And Wichaka the pitying dog	K
whined as he looked on the face of his master	S
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BH My Daughter My Daughter	S
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BI Alas O My Daughter My Daughter	S

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