And the hatchet was uplifted,
When the war-cry sounded louder,
And the wigwam smoked in ashes,
And the peace-pipe fell forever,
From the lips all stiff and gory;
And the sachem and the chieftain,
And the warrior and the maiden,
Fled for safety from the woodland,
Roaming restless, ever moving,
To the land of deer and bison,