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SIXTY YEARS IN TEXAS.        169
During forty years of warfare,
With death and blood and strife
There has many a scalp been taken
By the savage Indian knife.
There were many tribes to conquer,
And they had many ways to fight;
They would lie in ambush in the day
And attack in the dark and stormy night.
They prowled along the southern coast,
Both winter, fall and spring,
Where the mosquitoes with their merry song
Had such a business ring.
Where the hideous alligators bellowed,
And the owls had an Indian whoop,
Near the slimy, muddy banks
Of the sluggish Guadaloupe.
They would steal upon them in the night,
And when near would give a whoop,
With tomahawks and scalping knives,
Down on the Guadaloupe.
The ferocious savage, ugly Kronks*
As fierce as any beast,
And every white man they could catch
They would celebrate and feast..
The Comanches and the Wacos
Further north and west were found,
Where the howling wolves and rattlesnakes
And the prairie dogs abound.
And the tarantula and the centipede
And the little horned frog,
That would make a fair collection
Without the prairie dog.
*They were cannibals.