| Ne má je, e yeh! | (I go to the spot—the war path!) |
| Ne má je, e yeh! | (Repeats.) |
| Ne me kun ah, e yeh! | (My war path!) |
| Ge zhig neen wá tin, | (My sky is fair and clear.) The common phrase to denote good fortune. |
| Hoh! Ne monedo netaibuätumo win. | (Let others linger. Onward! my God!—my right!) |
In presenting these specimens of the original words of some of our western warriors, we are permitted to give the annexed versions of them from the pen of one of our most gifted writers.
WAR-SONG—"Pe-nä´ se-wug."
(From the Algonquin of Schoolcraft.)
BY C.F. HOFFMAN.
I.
| Hear not ye their shrill-piping |
| screams on the air? |
| Up! Braves for the conflict |
| prepare ye—prepare! |
| Aroused from the canebrake, |
| far south by your drum, |
| With beaks whet from carnage, |
| the Battle Birds come. |
II.
| Oh God of my Fathers, |
| as swiftly as they, |
| I ask but to swoop |
| from the hills on my prey: |
| Give this frame to the winds, |
| on the Prairie below, |
| But my soul—like thy bolt— |
| I would hurl on the foe! |