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We tightened stirrup buckled rein	A
Looked to our saddle girths again	B
Shook hands all round then mounted	C
The gate swung wide we said 'Good bye '	D
No time for talk had Bell and I	E
One cried 'God speed ' another 'Fly '	D
As out we rode to do or die	E
And every minute counted	C
The trail the buffaloes had worn	F
Stretched broad before us through the corn	F
And cane with which it blended	C
We knew for miles around the gate	G
Hid Indian guile and Tory hate	G
There was no time to hesitate	G
We galloped on We spurred like Fate	G
As morn broke red and splendid	C
No rifle cracked No arrow whirred	C
Above us piped a forest bird	C
Then two and three together	H
We 'd reached the woods And still no shout	C
Of all the wild Wyandotte rout	C
And Shawanese had yet rung out	C
But now and then an Indian scout	C
Flashed here and there a feather	H
We rode expecting death each stride	C
From fallen tree or thicket side	C
Where snake like they could huddle	I
And well we knew that renegade	C
The blood stained Girty only stayed	C
His hate awhile before he played	C
His hand that Fiend who had betrayed	C
The pioneers of Ruddle	I
And when an arrow grazed my hair	J
I was not startled did not care	J
But rode with rifle ready	C
A whoop rang out beyond a ford	C
Then spawned the wood a yelling horde	C
Of devils armed with tomahawk	K
And gun I raised my flintlock's stock	L
And let 'em have it steady	C
Tom followed me And for a mile	M
We matched our strength with redskin guile	M
And often I have wondered	C
How we escaped I lost my gun	N
And Tom whose girth had come undone	N
Rode saddleless The summer sun	N
Was high when into Lexington	N
With flying manes we thundered	C
Too late For Todd at break of day	C
Had left for Hoy's decoyed they say	C
By some reported story	C
Of new disaster Bryan's needs	O
Cried'On ' Although we had done deeds	O
We must do more whatever speeds	O
We had no time to rest our steeds	O
Whose panting flanks were gory	C
Again the trail rough often barred	C
By rocks and trees Oh it was hard	C
To keep our souls from sinking	P
But thoughts of those we 'd left behind	C
Gave strength to muscle and to mind	C
To help us on on through the blind	C
Deep woods where often we would find	C
Our hearts of loved ones thinking	P
The hot stockade No water left	C
The night attack All hope bereft	C
The powder grimed defender	H
The warwhoop and the groan of pain	A
All night the slanting arrow rain	A
Of fire brands from the corn and cane	A
The fierce defense but all in vain	A
And then at last surrender	H
But not for Bryan's No Too well	Q
Must they remember what befell	Q
At Ruddle's and take warning	P
And like two madmen dust and sweat	C
We rode with faces forward set	C
And came to Boone's The sun was yet	C
An hour from noon We had not let	C
Our horses rest since morning	P
Here Ellis heard our news his men	B
Around him back we turned again	B
And like a band of lions	R
That leap some lioness to aid	C
Of death and torture unafraid	C
We charged the Indian ambuscade	C
And through a storm of bullets made	C
Our entrance into Bryan's	R
And that is all I have to tell	Q
No more the Huron's hideous yell	Q
Whoops to assault and slaughter	H
Perhaps to us some praise is due	C
But we are men accustomed to	C
Face danger which is nothing new	C
The women did far more for you	C
Risking their lives for water	H

Madison Julius Cawein

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