But in peace, behind his plough-share—and they loaded him with chains,
And with pikes, before their horses, even as they goad their cattle,
Drove him, cruelly, for their sport, and at last blew out his brains;
Then Old Brown,
Osawatomie Brown,
Raised his right hand up to Heaven, calling Heaven’s vengeance down.
And he swore a fearful oath, by the name of the Almighty,
He would hunt this ravening evil, that had scathed and torn him so—
He would seize it by the vitals; he would crush it day and night: he
Would so pursue its footsteps—so return it blow for blow—