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12022-02-11T07:28:47-08:00Elizabeth Boyer93425edc07da1b3b378a37bde8dfed47970f53721059314plain2022-05-11T13:43:01-07:00Ashley Reed66ce448f5d6a0fc1fc8fde527c8a598d09312b9fIndian Death Song
The sun sets in night, and the stars shun the day; But glory remains when their light fades away. Begin, ye tormentors, your threats are in vain, For the son of Alknomook will never complain.
Remember the arrows he shot from his bow; Remember your chiefs by his hatchet laid low! Why so slow? do you wait ‘till I shrink from the pain? No! the son of Alknomook shall never complain.
Remember the wood where in ambush we lay, And the scalps which we bore from your nation away. Now the flame rises fast, you exult in my pain, But the son of Alknomook can never complain.
I go to the land where my father is gone; His ghost shall rejoice at the fame of his son. Death comes like a friend to release me from pain; And thy son, O Alknomook! has scorned to complain.
