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U MONDAY EVENING, ISQUOZETA AND SHOQUQUON.Another Legend of Pnlplt Rock In theFlint Hills.DEDICATED TO THE 8HOQUOKON CLUB.Airy, fairy, brown Squozeta Wag a lovely Indian maiden.Dark-eyed, red-iipped, queenly creature,She was belie of all the powwows.And she loved the brave Shoququon She was mashed upon Shoququon.Children of two rival chieftains —They were forced to meet in secret.Forced to tryst out in the gloaming.Where they swapped their sweet love toktns. Where they spooned each with the other. Spooned and cooed there, each with ’tother’Twas a soft, warm July eveniDg.These two wore to meet together.In a valley of the Flint Hills Where the Pulpit Rock of legend.Shadowed by surrounding hill-tops.With its face toward the river.Lay therein the sacred gully— Shadow-crowned, there in the gully.Bright the moon shone on the bo»om Of the mighty Mississippi.In her scow the fair Squozeta Started forth to meet her lover;Started for the sacred boulder Where Shoququon was to hold her.Lightly with her ba swood paddle Straight she padded o’er the river.And no thought improper enteredlafher guileless cerebellum As she padded lightly over Chewing on her slippery elm. „Munching, slow, her slippery elm.Oh 1 she was a beauteous maiden.In her nose she wore a brass ring;Pelt or muskrat was her paletot.And her toga was of deerskin—For a hunter was Shoququon;Many pelts he gave Squozeta,Many flubdubs had Squozeta.Th s she paddled o'er the river With her fui-lined paletot on her.With the warm side fur side inside.With the cold side skin s de outside.With her paletot inside outsido Fair Squozeta crossed the river—For the hug her love would give ’er.To the Pulpit Itock of legend Shadow crow ned, there in the gully,Cjjime Squozeta, anxious, trembling Eagerly to meet Shoququon.Ah, ala-! that she had come there.For her bucky buck was not there Nor her bucky hadn’t been there.Hours the maiden watched and waited, Dimmed htr dusky eyes w ith weeping.While the wynd blew thiough hergew-gawa. And her grief toon turned to anger.For ’twas plaiu her love had shook her— Shook htr for some better looker,Some squaw fairer thau Squozeta.Slowly poor Squozeta's heart broke.While despair se'zed and controlled her Snatching up her bass vood paddle.Out she pad upon the river.Now a moan and then a quiver Of tho red lips, and a shiver Showed how poor Squozeta suffered.Out upon the broad, deep bosomOf the moonlit Mississippi,Suddenly her boat stopped movingThen she rose up in the moonlight.Hasped her hands and took a headerOh! ’twas sad, and even sadder!With her Sunday paletot on her,Poor Squozeta sought McGinty.* * *And the recreant dude, Shoququon—Where wras he? you ask, good reader.He was playing whisky poker In Asbestos William’s wigwam Jolly dogs, those noble redmen In Asbestos W1 liam’s wigwam;On a toot, there in the wigwamJ SqL’EERS.
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Burlington Daily Gazette
Burlington, Iowa, US
Mon, Dec 30, 1889
Page 4
Full Page
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