Who measured six feet and some inches in height.
’Twas he gave the signal to make the attack,
’Twas he led the rush of the bloodthirsty pack,
And ’twas he, as he charged in the front of the foe,
Attracted the notice of Little White Crow.
Little White Crow brought his gun to his shoulder,
And rested the barrel on top of a boulder,
Singled out the Big Hornet’s conspicuous figure,
Drew a bead on his forehead,—and then pulled the trigger.
“Click” went the flint lock, and the musket went “bang,”