This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1878 Excerpt: ... council came, Beyond the hill-tops and over the plain. But no heron's plumes, 'mid its branches lost, Flutter aloft 'neath the eagle's ...Read MoreThis historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1878 Excerpt: ... council came, Beyond the hill-tops and over the plain. But no heron's plumes, 'mid its branches lost, Flutter aloft 'neath the eagle's roost; No painted war-club is raised aloft O'er the noisy waves that have surged and chafed: The hoary cedars have bowed and bent To the winds in their stormy tournament. And the wa-wa's nest in the beds of rice, And the curlew haunting the precipice, And the loon amid the flags and sedge, That crept to the old lake's sandy edge, --And the braves that in their wild array, With pomp and savage heraldy Flocked to their council--where are they? 1876. WISCONSIN'S FIRSTLEGISLA1URE. No frescoed corridors or fluted column Waited their gaze, who through the tamarack wild, From prairie's marge, from dim woods deep and solemn, Where scarce the sunshine through the hemlocks smiled--Toiled their lone way, blazing the trees behind them; Breaking the branches of the birch and fir, To mark their trail when eve's long shades should find them Where never settler's lamp burned faint and far. Rugged their bear-skin coats--their painted snowshoon Made lordly strides along the forests bare; Where the tall pines, like great masts on the ocean, Stood up all scarred with fire and tempest's war. The panther glared on them with fiery eye-ball From out the dim ravines, so hushed and black; And the hoot-owl, with plumage rough and piebald, Screamed to the gray wolf prowling o'er their track. Yet dauntlessly through wild and wold they traversed, Their rifles o'er their sturdy shoulder tossed, Massing their arguments with which to waken Those pristine halls, whose jagged rafters crossed, And then re-crossed in marvelous architecture, Worthy a cruder age, so long gone by; Filling the soul with fanciful conjecture What era claimed their rude priority. Stau...Read Less
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