14. "MUCH OF WAMPUM, MANY BLANKETS.' He spoke of life and love and home, "Much of wampum, many blankets", Together many years to roam Safely onward through the seasons. Chaugham, working in the garden, Peter Barber's flower garden, Daily mingled with the servants, Heard of Peter Barber's order, And of Molly's daring answer. 'Neath the trees he saw her walking, 'Neath the trees he saw her weeping, And his heart was filled with sorrow, Sorrow for the lovely maiden, So he picked a rose, a red rose, From the fragrant garden flowers, Shyly gave it to the maiden, With a pleasant smile of friendship. Molly took the rose, the red rose, Thanked the Indian for his kindness, Coyly smelled the rose, the red rose, Saying, "May we meet to-morrow?" Daily then they met together, Daily talked of many matters, 'Neath the trees beside the garden. All the while a watchful sentry, Peter Barber's watchful sentry, Out beside the leafy hedgerow, At the gateway to the mansion, Stood with loaded musket guarding 'Gainst the entrance of the "Beggar." Molly, baffled by her father, But with spirit still unbroken, Met the Indian's kindly glances, Listened to his ardent promise, "Much of wampum, many blankets", Saw a chance to keep her promise-- "Cross me now and I will marry Him who first in love may ask me." Saw the anger of her father Slowly melting into sorrow, As the years went rolling onward And herself a humble toiler In some distant forest cabin. Each too proud to reconsider, Followed then the loss of friendship, Each to bear a heavy burden. 15. HIED THE MAIDEN TO THE REDMAN. Then Molly said, "I'll go with you, Leaving here my angry father, And live with you the long years through, Happy in some wood-land wigwam." Hied the maiden to the Redman, Turned her back on life luxurious, Left her father's lofty mansion, By the mighty Central River, All its ways polite and social, All the acres broad and fertile, Of which she was the only heiress; All her mother's kind caresses, Smiles and love and kindly counsels, All her many ardent suitors, Hoping with this dusky Indian She might live as spouse and partner. 16. SECRET WAS THEIR HASTY MARRIAGE. And when the ev'ning shadows fell, Married by the village justice, When softly rang the curfew bell, Side by side they hastened westward. Secret was their hasty marriage, By a trusted village justice, Loyal friend of Molly Barber. In the month of June their wedding, In the year of sev'nteen forty, In the warm and joyous spring-time, When the winter snows were over, With the coming of the south-wind. Big canoes were safely sailing On the Mighty Central River, For the ice had floated southward And the fields were gay with flowers-- Green leaves growing in the forest; Green the grass across the meadows; Robin Red-breast gayly singing "Welcome to the joyous spring-time." 17. THEY REACHED AN INDIAN VILLAGE.