BURIAL OF THE MINNISINK. Come winding down beside the wave, They sang, that by his native bowers 155 A dark cloak of the roebuck's skin Before, a dark-haired virgin train Stripped of his proud and martial dress, Uncurbed, unreined, and riderless, With darting eye and nostril spread, And heavy and impatient tread, He came; and oft that eye so proud They buried the dark chief; they freed |