Here also came Frenchman and Spaniard in the early days, Then our First Settlers in the later times, To counsel with their distant Indian neighbors. Black Robes and Couriers des Bois, Long Knives and Rangers intermingled. And here came traders from the far Detroit, To barter white mens wares for Indian peltries. Behold where once the Dance Ground was Where many soft-shod feet have stepped To rhythmic beating of the painted drums, And rattling of the shaking, stone-filled gourds. And here the head men lectured and exhorted them To follow steadfast in their fathers ways, Which they had practiced ere the white men came, With hands against the whites eternally. Behold the graves Of many Kickapoos who died Long years before their children Left Illinois and journeyed westward. And here the stockade fort Built up by other hands than theirs, Of which no mark nor trace remains Save this the whites erected. From these few gleanings of the early years, From these few broken fragments that we find, Canst realize and picture once anew The scenes of former days in Katahotan? Canst conjure mental vision of the times When priest and white fur-trader may have come To preach "salvation" and to barter wares With savage tribesmen who once dwelt herein? Canst picture Lee and Stark or old Masheena? Or Pemoatam whose consistent pride Forbade him live beneath the Long Knives rule But whom afflictions blow could not withstand? Where now the corn and grass grows rank, Where now the white mens cattle come to drink At spring or stream where once the buffalo And deer and Indian pony slaked their thirst? It may be also here Kaanakuk Once taught his people of those better ways So well remembered yet, but which So few still follow faithfully. If they should choose, his people might come here To see where once their forbears lived. Where some who once found humble burial, And other hands have long years since removed. I fear that strange tradition which they hold That 'Some day we shall all go back To Aneneewa whence our people came' Shall never never be fulfilled, Nor moccasinned feet shall tread this soil again In Times unending course of centuries. Lest in some unknown shadow-land, perchance Within that place they call Apamekka, Of which their "Prophet" taught them-- Celestial Katahotan-- Celestial "Aneneewa." For now the corn and grass grows rank And now the white mens cattle come to drink At spring and stream where once the buffalo And deer and Indian pony slaked their thirst. M. C. Transcriber's Notes Minor punctuation typos were silently corrected. Run-on sentences and grammatical errors were retained as in the original.