PINE LEAF, THE INDIAN HEROINE. A Poem by James Beckwourth, 1798-1866
PINE LEAF, THE INDIAN HEROINE I've seen her in her youthful years; Her heart was light and free, Her black eyes never dimm'd with tears, So happy then was she. "When warriors from the fight returned. And halted for display, The trophies that the victors won She was first to bring away. I've seen her kiss her brother's [...]