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Had fled, with the ghosts of her friends-—of her sire;
"Young Eagle!" she cried, "when my father .was slain,
What white man, who ravaged along that dread plain,
Withheld the dire blow, and plead for the life
Of Hillis-ad-joe? and say, who in that strife
Stayed the arm that bereft me, and left me alone?
Yes, Young Eagle! my father, my brothers are gone!
Wouldst thou ask me to linger behind them, while they
To yon heaven in the west are wending their way?
And, hark! the Great Spirit, whose voice sounds on high,
Bids me come! and see, white man, how gladly I fly!"
More swift than the deer, when the hounds are in view,
To the bark that was stranded, Chicomico flew!
She dashed the light oar in the waves' foaming spray
And thus wildly she sung, as she darted away:—

"I go to the land in the west,
 The Great Spirit calls me away!
To the land of the just and the blest,
 The Great. Spirit points me the way!

"Like snow on the mountain's crest,
 Like foam on the fountain's breast,
Hillis-ad-joe and his kinsmen have passed!
 Like the sun's setting ray in the west,
 When it sinks on the wave to rest,
The dead chieftain's daughter is coming at last!