A carbine, and powder and shot:
And the scalps of the braves whom he’d sent below
Hung at his girdle, a goodly row.
He’d a med’cine bag where he was wont to stow
Charms against famine and fever and foe:
And over his shoulders he used to throw
A beaver-skin robe on occasions of show:
Oh, a very fine fellow was Little White Crow!
If you’re curious to learn why they christened him so
The Indian Department might possibly know