If to you our land we barter, This we ask ere set of sun, To the graves of our forefathers, Till our days on earth are done, We may wander as our hearts are Wandering till our race is run.
Speak the hillsides and the waters, Speak the valleys, plains and groves, Waving trees and snow-robed mountains, Speak to him where’er he roves, To the red men’s sons and daughters Of their joys, their woes and loves.
By the shore the rocks are ringing That to you seem wholly dumb, Ever with the waves are singing, Winds with songs forever come; Songs of sorrow for the partings Death and time make as of yore, Songs of war and peace and valor, Red men sang on Whulch’s shore. See! the ashes of our fathers, Mingling dust beneath our feet, Common earth to you, the strangers, Thrills us with a longing sweet. Fills our pulses rhythmic beat. At the midnight in your cities Empty seeming, silent streets Shall be peopled with the hosts Of returning warriors’ ghosts. Tho’ I shall sink into the dust, My warning heed; be kind, be just, Or ghosts shall menace and avenge.
PART III.
INDIAN LIFE AND SETTLERS’ BEGINNINGS.
CHAPTER I.
SAVAGE DEEDS OF SAVAGE MEN.
At Bean’s Point, opposite Alki on Puget Sound, an Indian murdered, at night, a family of Indians who were camping there.
The Puyallups and Duwampsh came together in council at Bean’s Point, held a trial and condemned and executed the murderer. Old Duwampsh Curley was among the members of this native court and likely Sealth and his counsellors.