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On Fame's eternal camping-ground
Their silent tents are spread, And Glory guards, with solemn round,
The bivouac of the dead.
No rumor of the foe's advance
Now swells upon the wind;
Of loved ones left behind;
The warrior's dream alarms;
At dawn shall call to arms.
Their shivered swords are red with rust,
Their plumèd heads are bowed; Their haughty banner, trailed in dust,
Is now their martial shroud. And plenteous funeral tears have washed
The red stains from each brow, And the proud forms, by battle gashed,
Are free from anguish now.
The bugle's stirring blast,
The din and shout, are past;
Shall thrill with fierce delight
The rapture of the fight.
Full many a norther's breath has swept
O’er Angostura's plain,-
Above its mouldered slain.
Or shepherd's pensive lay,
That frowned o'er that dread fray.
Sons of the Dark and Bloody Ground,
Ye must not slumber there,
Along the heedless air.
Shall be your fitter grave:
The ashes of her brave.
Thus 'neath their parent turf they rest,
Far from the gory field,
On many a bloody shield;
Smiles sadly on them, here,
The heroes' sepulchre.
Dear as the blood ye gave;
The herbage of your grave;
While Fame her record keeps,
Where Valor proudly sleeps.
In deathless song shall tell,
The story how ye fell;
Nor Time's remorseless doom, Shall dim one ray of glory's light
That gilds your deathless tomb.
GEORGE RAINSFORD FAIRBANKS was born in Watertown, New York, but settled in Florida at St. Augustine in 1842 and identified himself with his adopted state.
From 1860 to 1880 his home was at Sewanee, Tennessee, and he has been on the Board of Trustees of the “University of the South' since 1857. During the war he served as major in the Confederate army, 1862–65. In 1880 he returned to Florida and has since made his home in Fernandina. His “
History of Florida” is considered the best history of that state, and is written in a clear and interesting style.
History of Florida.
History and Antiquities of St. Augustine.
OSCEOLA, LEADER OF THE SEMINOLES.
(From History of Florida.*) His true Indian name was As-se-se-ha-ho-lar, or Black Drink, but he was commonly called Osceola, or Powell. He belonged to a Creek tribe called Red Sticks, and was a half-breed. He removed to Florida with his mother when a child, and lived near Fort King [three miles east of Ocala). At the beginning of the Florida war he was about thirty* By permission of the author.
one years of age, of medium size, being about five feet eight inches in height, resolute and manly in his bearing, with a clear, frank, and engaging countenance. He was undoubtedly the master-spirit of the war, and by his firmness and audacity forced the nation into the war which a large majority were averse to engaging in, and either broke up every attempt at negotiations or prevented their fulfillment. He was to have been one of the leaders at Dade's massacre, but was detained at Fort King by his determination to gratify his revenge upon General Thompson. He participated in the battles at the ford of the Withlacoochee and Camp Izard, and led the attack upon Micanopy, where, with his force of less than two hundred and fifty men, within sight of the fort, he attacked upwards of one hundred regular troops in an open field, supported by a field-piece.
His capture, [October, 1837), by General Hernandez was due to his audacity and self-confidence. Bad faith, and a disregard of the usages of civilization, have been imputed to General Jesup on this occasion, Osceola having come in under a white flag to negotiate; but that officer contended that Osceola had broken his faith in reference to the Fort Dade capitulation (when he had promised to emigrate) and was to be treated as a prisoner.
From all that can be gathered of his character, Osceola was possessed of nobler traits than usually belong to his race. His manners were dignified and courteous, and upon the field he showed himself a brave and cautious leader. It is said that he instructed his people in their predatory excursions to spare the women and children. “ It is not,” said he,“ upon them that we make war and draw the scalpingknife. It is upon men.
Let us act like men.” Osceola has furnished to the poet, to the novelist, and to the lover of romance, a most attractive subject, and scarce