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 And the gaunt old Indian Cattle Thief dropped dead on the open plain. And that band of cursing settlers gave one triumphant yell, And rushed like a pack of demons on the body that writhed and fell. "Cut the fiend up into inches, throw his carcass   on the plain; Let the wolves eat the cursed Indian, he'd have    treated us the same." A dozen hands responded, a dozen knives gleamed high, But the first stroke was arrested by a woman's   strange, wild cry. And out into the open, with a courage past belief, She dashed, and spread her blanket o'er the corpse of the Cattle Thief; And the words outleapt from her shrunken lips in   the language of the Cree, "If you mean to touch that body, you must cut   your way through me." And that band of cursing settlers dropped backward one by one, For they knew that an Indian woman roused, was a woman to let alone. And then she raved in a frenzy that they scarcely understood, Raved of the wrongs she had suffered since her earliest babyhood: "Stand back, stand back, you white-skins, touch   that dead man to your shame;