And brave as the sturdiest man of us all.
By George, sir, a heroine, that's what she made.
When her spirit blazed out in the Yankton stockade!
The women were sobbing, for every one knew
She must blow out her brains if the redskins broke through,
When into their midst, fairly gasping with fright,
Came the panic-struck hounds who had fled from the fight.
They trampled the weak in their blind, brutal stride,
Made straight for the wagons and vanished inside.
Then up rose Miss Edgar in anger and haste