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Therefore, where'er we can a savage find
Who has a skin or blanket to our mind,
Presuming they were stole, since well we know
Nor furs, nor blankets, can on Indians grow,
We ought forthwith to kill the hostile brute,
And strip him of his goods, and scalp to boot;
While this reflection gives no small relief,
That after all 'tis nought but stealing from a thief.
I view the men, who ne'er a savage saw,

Like those young girls whose minds begin to thaw,
In Fancy's spring, when wild romances start
The mind to mischief, and to love the heart.
The one is solely bent on plotting evil;
The other thinks an Indian is the devil;
The first employs her industry and art
To raise a bobbery in the human heart;
The last with pure devotion worships God
By offering incense sweet of scalps and blood.
The sage Philosopher, by ign'rance fir'd,
Of genteel vice, and common follies tir'd,
Thinks Virtue's hallowed form alone is found
Where squaws cut capers o'er the desart ground.
He sees green spring in their rude minds appear,
And their brown skins disclose the falling year.
Experience only can the pill dispense,
Which purges off this calenture of sense.
All that is great in man, I do suppose,
From education, and from College flows,
And those brown tribes, who snuff the desart air,
Are aunts and cousins to the skunk and bear.
I know Cornplanter, and I know Big-Tree,
I know Half-Town, and I know all the three :

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They're very clever; but do what you will,
Indians and rum, are rum and Indians still.

From desart wastes a mighty Indian came,
Robb'd of an eye, blind Sam his royal name;
Brought to this Town,* in wampum richly gay,
At balls he pass'd the night, at clubs the day;
In crowds the ladies to his Levee† ran,
All wish'd to see, and touch, the tawny man,
Happy were those who saw his stately stride,
Thrice happy those who felt his naked hide.
As school-boys, when a monkey comes in sight,
Forsake their games, and chase him with delight;
View with astonishment the stalking creature,
So sleek and pretty in a state of nature;

Thus sparkling belles the Indian flock'd around, Charm'd with his melting eye, his voice's silver sound, And as the Cyclops graciously held up

His copper lips to give them all a sup,

Some thought for very joy they should have died, Some thought they were bewitch'd, and some beati

fied.

All gracious heaven! can that high favour'd isle
Where at my birth Creation tried to smile,
When pigs and ram-cats trill'd their tuneful strains,
And geese quack'd grateful anthems o'er the plains;
Where, on a car of fire sublimely borne,

Great Milton soar'd beyond the blaze of morn;
Where bonnie Hume on raven pinions flew,

And croak'd more truths than science ever knew,

Philadelphia.

† It is presumed that Royal Sam had his Levees as well as other distinguished personages.

Where, from the shrines of slavery and despair,
Howard's rich incense floats along the air.-
Bear up a wretch whose bloody arm can aid
An Indian's knife to scalp a White-man's head,
Or from his vengeful hand forbear to pull
The axe all batter'd on the soldier's skull,
That skull by nature harden'd for the toil
Of butting Indians on Kentucky's soil?
This might be done if, bursting through the charm,
Britain would stretch her old, big, pestling arm,
From that blest hour war's crimson ensign furl'd,
Her throne a wigwam in the western world,
Peace at my word, shall walk the carnag'd field,
And turn'd to pot-lid every savage shield.
Let me be safe, and then I'll plainly shew
The de--l may take the Squaws and Indians too.
The question is which of us shall obey?
Shall we make brooms and baskets-or shall they?
I say let's fight, regardless of their groans,
And bring the wretches on their marrow bones;
For every man who lies beneath his foe,
Dreads the deep bruising of the fateful blow.
When I say govern I'd be understood

To mean the simple right to shed their blood,
That right which Nature, ever good and kind,
Wrote with her finger on the White-man's mind.
Was there a single thing that ever saw
A chief or half a king, or all a squaw;
Or heard of Kickapoos the guttural sound
Rumble like earthquakes stifled under ground,
But thought he understood th' incongruous strain,
Of those erst scatter'd over Shinar's plain

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