He heard the owls hoot, and the prairie dogs bark.
Sometimes an Indian of sturdy limb
Came striding along and walked with him;
And he who had food shared with the other,
As if he had met a hungry brother.
When the Indian saw how the bag was filled,
And looked at the holes that the white man drilled,
He thought to himself ’twas a silly plan
To be planting seed for some future man.
Sometimes a log cabin came in view,