Grand Lake O' The Cherokees!

Grand Lake O' The Cherokees!

“I strolled to meet the evening breeze
That blew so fresh through the green trees,
And view the country far and nigh –
The mount, the vale, the woods, the sky.
But, hark! what means that low dull sound,
Slowly rolling along the ground
Is it loud thunder that I hear?
Or is it a herd of elk or deer?
And hark! that rumbling sound again
Slowly rolling o’er the plain –
And now far away to the West,
I saw a storm cloud’s dismal crest,
And as I gazed, higher it grew,
Until the sun was hid from view.
A wild chaotic mass it seemed,
On every side bright lightning gleamed.
Chekiwow had given command
That every warrior of the band
Should arm and be prepared to fight, –
‘For danger hovers round to-night!’

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