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Rh The chief encircles their necks with his arm, and
 * kisses them on the cheek,

He kisses lightly the wet cheeks one after another—
 * he shakes hands, and bids good-by to the army.

Now I tell what my mother told me to-day as we sat
 * at dinner together,

Of when she was a nearly grown girl, living home
 * with her parents on the old homestead.

A red squaw came one breakfast-time to the old
 * homestead,

On her back she carried a bundle of rushes for
 * rush-bottoming chairs,

Her hair, straight, shiny, coarse, black, profuse, half-
 * enveloped her face.

Her step was free and elastic, and her voice sounded
 * exquisitely as she spoke.

My mother looked in delight and amazement at the
 * stranger,

She looked at the freshness of her tall-borne face, and
 * full and pliant limbs,

The more she looked upon her she loved her, Never before had she seen such wonderful beauty and
 * purity,

She made her sit on a bench by the jamb of the fire-
 * place—she cooked food for her,

She had no work to give her, but she gave her
 * remembrance and fondness.

The red squaw staid all the forenoon, and toward
 * the middle of the afternoon she went away.