SHO RT STO RI ES A N D PO EMS AMERICAN AUTHORS CRAVEN LANGSTROTH BETTS D WORTH A. B. WO O . WAD E R . A. S GRACE HEWITT SHARP D ONALD L. SUTTO N V. I . and E. D . WRI GHT BELLE MID D LETON C. L. KR ABER THOMAS WICKERSHAM I . M. SOLEY COCHR ANE PUBLISHIN G CO. 1 9 0 9 amaaf of ae mafl as s Two !t o mes Recei ved JAN 2 WW Gu m/ ri gh t t ntry g GLASS aQt AXQ Na i h 1 08 Co pyr g t. 9 , by N P BLI SH I N CO CH R A E U G CO . C O NTENTS D efe nce o f th e Lo ng Sau t ’ M o nday M awni n wi th Au nt Lu cy M c Cai n”: n str h t th e n te tates o f m er a Woo dwor tk A Apo o p e o U i d S A ic . nt u r es f th e h r stmas M acD o nald Adve o C i . ’ ’ Ch r i s m as Befo d e W ah Th e D o nk ey and th e Wo lf Th e Sacr ifice ’ M e Being G o o d Fo r e Ch r istm as Wh en th e Cav er n G av e Up i ts D ead Th e Ch ief o f th e Chase X r aber Co m ing to Wat ch Taco m a Gr o w Wi cken fia m Th e Co u r t H o u s e Cat Wh en I See Thy Child Th e m er an M ner s i n S ber a A ic i i i . M au d Bo nney The Sh ado w o f th e R o ck t th e l Year Far ewell o O d . Wish es fo r th e Ne w Year l Th e Lo r d s Pr ayer ” A Nigh t i n 1 865 Old Sixm ach Th e Old D ih ner H o r n D E EN E F TH E N A T F C O LO G S U . BY V LAN STROTH Ban CRA EN G s . Ne the S D tory of w France . For thirteen days ieur ollard D o nlac of , with sixteen devoted companions of the gar s M A e ri on of ontreal and five lgonquin braves , defend d th e renowned Pass against the Whole armed power o f I s= Na o u the roquoi tion, and th ugh all were event ally c slain, their defen e so disheartened the savages that they gave up all hope of driving the French 3 mm C an ada .! TH E I roquois with wasting torch and cruel b ut chering hand, ’ Along O ntari o s northern s ho re t hey range with none zt a h c eck, And muster bands a ro und Champ lain t o thr eat the y ou ng Quebec . everywhere SH OR T STORI ES AND POEMS From every savage girdle hangs some pledge o f ghastly strife, Torn reeking from the quivering flesh beneath the scalping knife . o w wh u ~ N , o would live o t length o f days nor court a tor tu r ed death , Must hasten to the palisades by stealth with bated breath ; The r i venturous co u i er s da bo s all still and watchful go . The winter wild cats are less fierce than this blo o d-fam i sh d f e o e. The H urons from their villages like deer are hunted forth And hide within the trackless wilds that fringe the frozen North Th li i es T a m e Me c t to adousac the wseo e tidings tell , ’ Where every shrieking blast fo rebodes the Mohawk s m urder yell . u B t to the fort at Mo ntreal have crossed the champing sea, From Mother France a chosen band of youthful chivalry ; ‘ And o -b he, the pr ud young commandant with high orn , e pe rless port, D ld D nlac o Lo i . I s ollard, Sieur o f o o , the star f u s Court ’ i t M the o f New T s D ollard speaks o ai sonneuve , governor France, While flashes ro und the co uncil hall hi s proud and burning e glanc , a B Y AMERI CAN AUTH ORS H ad I o ne score o f willing hearts to hold the narrow Saut , These prowling wolves o f I roquois would soon their mas ters know . wh No w, o will dare to stake his life upon a desperate chance ? ’ — ’ Who ll earn with me a deathless name who ll wi n r e nown for France ? r O will ye slink and cower still within your fortress wall , ’ While o er your desolated fields in flames yo u r ’ r o o f-trees fall ? What ! wo uld ye send the ti dmgs home that by a savage foe The royal lilies ar e besmirched and torn and trampled low ; The B N f D stock o f ayard and avarre, o Conde and unois , Quail like a pack of well-whipped hounds before these I roquois ! S - m — h peak, fellow soldiers, co rades, friends w o now will go with me To h r ? drive the painted devils hence , come deat o victory ’ I n o f K name ing and Christ s dear faith, let whoso will advance, And to f D draw his blade strike o r fame, for ollard, and f ” or France . An instant ’ s pause—then si xteen youths spring forth with martial glee ; ’ O u t n r To flash their swords, at o ce they c y, death we ll ” fo llo w thee l 7 and lance and fo r France F — a t orth leap the light canoes they bre st S . Lawrence swvi aft fand wide To where the stately Ottawa r o lls down her Wine dark tide , Until they win the rugged rocks that hem the famed . sade ; T ff here, lined along the swarthy cli s that bind the frothing This band of New World Spartans hold ! their mew Ther ’ ” H o o n ! T s r the o u r r e , y canoes hold surely friends i y d Right joyous ring the welcome shouts that r o und the camp fires rise . braves graves l tain streams for game, ' ‘ Th ‘ s a n 1t r k - t n f as s fathi r st f o r war ey c the oc s rewn , foami g p , and fame ; the knee a - a the o r i flam e z f G o d t he Fle u r d e . Bene th m o , peerless Lis — Ar m ! arm they come ! now strike for France ! the foe .are fai r in vi ew; Th e I o o t he roqu is , a thousand strong, sho ting rapids through ! ” Hurrah ! the muskets volley death ! a thousand y ells reply ; — — A leap a splash three first canoes upturned go drifting by ! ‘ ” Vi ve v i ve F a c addle er ve—t’h , La r n e l the p s s w e redskins leap to land ; T - ‘ heir scalp locks tossing in the wind , their tomahawks in th ‘ Like wolves around a lone battue , to shore e O neidas T t he Mo hey come , the bloodhounds of the Lakes , hawks I n plumed and p ainted p anoply t he glade the wa rr ior s throng ; Each scalping- knife hangs glittering keen within its deer skin thong Besid e each q uilted q uiver r e sts an ash-b o w t i " with horn , fringe is wo rn . SH OR T STORI ES AND POEMS — They rush i n vain ! the dauntless band repel the fierce att tack, And many an eagle plume goes do wn m dust and bloo dy wrack, While storms from o u t the palisade to greet each fresh advance ’ The Fo r D and Frenchman s stern defiant cheer, ollard for France ! ” F h ive days of stealthy, bold assault the stubborn Frenc have sto od , ’Till all the trampled sward is now besmirched with savage blood ; No -o u t sleep by night, no peace by day, the worn band wo n have , Fo r hourly rings the p1 ercing whoop and cracks the answer m g gun . s ! H a Five day the urons , man by man, desert the le guered walls ; T o heir haughty chief alone remains , for naught his s ul appals ; A wh t With only four lgonquin braves, o o him constant stand, H e fights beside the roaring Saut for France and Father land ! ’ Bu — n t yet , high o er the closing din the yell and crackli g round , - h Bursts forth the war cry of the French wit hoarse, defiant sound ; I O B Y AMERI CAN AUTH ORS é— . as th And still the Lilies flaunt the sky still, e foe ad vance Th D and e muskets rattle to the cheer, For ollard for ” France ! Eight long days more ! and yet around the fir e- scathed palisade , The ffl r edmen ba ed , vengeful throng the encircling forest shade ; Eight hundred more o f I roquois adown the R ichelieu sweep ; No w n — , gallants , look your last o earth now must your loved ones weep ! Pile high the blazing birch canoes against the timbers brown M o ne I ake more rush , you roquois , for half your foes are down ! While sore with wounds and spent with toil, and dazed for want of sleep , H o w Worn the few survivors now who still the barriers keep ! h B M h O , lessed ary ! but ho w weak has grown t eir stal wart cheer , As ro und that slope o f blazing logs the boldest foes draw near ; Bu t far above the strife o f death the banner streams o n high , And w w o u I m hile it aves, y roquois , some French an lives to di e ! I t their way, ‘ ' T s n t S fh and fu l et l u nte f sta s here ta d hat tubborn y , ike h d g , at bay ; O ne — No u vell ! cheer, my lads La e France one cheer for Ville Marie ! ” T l e e u s hen die ike Fr nchman to the last, for di yo mu t ” with me ! grenade sade ! Ah ! ! , God it scatters ruin and death midst blinding flash .