Slowly through the gloomy forests, From the Mighty Central River, Came the Constable and Sheriff-- Seen afar and soon reported By the faithful scouts of Tomo- Sent by angry Peter Barber And the money he had promised, If they caught his wayward daughter. When the sun was high at midday, Shining warmly in the valley, In the valley of the Tunxis, Came they to the Indian village. Tomo met them by his wigwam, Asked their names and all their business In the peaceful Indian village. Answered then the Sheriff, saying, "We are Constable and Sheriff From the Mighty Central River, Sent by angry Peter Barber, Hunting for his wayward daughter Fleeing from her father's wigwam With her Indian husband, Chaugham. "We have come to capture White Girl, Pretty White Girl, Molly Barber, Long and golden are her tresses, Banked in ringlets o'er her shoulders. Fair and white the youthful maiden, Like the lilies in the springtime. "Chieftain Tomo, have you seen her? With her Indian husband, Chaugham? Is she hiding in your village?" Slowly spoke the stately Tomo, "This a peaceful Indian village, And your questions shall be answered. All we have we show you gladly, All our people and our wigwams." Then the chieftain called his people, Beat the drum that called assembly. O'er the hills and through the valley, Rolled the urgent call of Tomo-- "Gather 'round me, O My People, Quickly let the tribe assemble, For the Sheriff seeks a White Girl." Gathered then the Indian people From the twenty sombre wigwams, From the hunting in the forest, From the fishing in the river, From the scouting in the valley. When the tribe had thus assembled, In the space before the wigwams, Spake the chieftain, crafty Tomo,-- "Ne-top-ki-ki-ta, Ski-dem-bak. Harken unto me, My People, Here are Constable and Sheriff From the Mighty Central River, Looking for a pretty White Girl, Lovely White Girl, Molly Barber. Golden yellow are her tresses Banked in ringlets o'er her shoulders, Lovely White Girl, Molly Barber, Fleeing from her father's wigwam, With her Indian husband, Chaugham. "Listen well and look around you, For the Constable and Sheriff Think she's hiding in our village. Have you seen her, O My People? Pretty White Girl, Molly Barber, With her golden, yellow tresses Banked in ringlets o'er her shoulders? Have you seen her? Have you seen her By the river, in the forest? Is she with us in the village? "If you see her, quickly tell me And I'll send her to her father." When the chief had finished speaking, No one moved and no one answered. All were silent in the village. Looking o'er his loyal people, Viewing all the upturned faces, Slowly spoke the crafty Tomo,-- "I-no-see,-I-no-see-White-Girl- With-her-golden-yellow-tresses- Banked-in-ringlets-o'er-her-shoulders." Then in solemn, stately accents, Spake the chieftain, crafty Tomo, To the Constable and Sheriff,