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SONGS OF THE AFFECTIONS.
THE INDIAN WITH HIS DEAD CHILD.[1]
In the silence of the midnight
I journey with my dead;
In the darkness of the forest-boughs,
A lonely path I tread.
But my heart is high and fearless,
As by mighty wings upborne;
- ↑ An Indian, who had established himself in a township of Maine, feeling indignantly the want of sympathy evinced towards him by the white inhabitants, particularly on the death of his only child, gave up his farm soon afterwards, dug up the body of his child, and carried it with him two hundred miles through the forests to join the Canadian Indians,— See Tudor's Letters on the Eastern States of America.
