From “Twasinta’s Seminoles” (Canto I, VI)
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Albery Allson Whitman
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The sable slave, from Georgia’s utmost bounds,
Escapes for life into the Great Wahoo.
Here he has left afar the savage hounds
And human hunters that did late pursue;
There in the hommock darkly hid from view,
His wretched limbs are stretched awhile to rest,
Till some kind Seminole shall guide him thro’
To where by hound nor hunter more distrest,
He, in a flow’ry home, shall be the red man’s guest.
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