Mamatee Monologue from Tecumseh : a Drama

From Tecumseh : a Drama by Charles Mair

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There is a black storm raging in his mind-- His eye darts lightning like the angry cloud Which hangs in woven darkness o'er the earth. Brief is his answer--you must go to him. The Long-Knife's camp fires gleam among the oaks Which dot yon western hill. A thousand men Are sleeping there cajoled to fatal dreams By promises the Prophet breaks to-night. Hark! 'tis the war-song. (IENA: Dares the Prophet now Betray Tecumseh's trust, and break his faith?) He dares do anything will feed ambition. His dancing braves are frenzied by his tongue, Which prophesies revenge and victory. Before the break of day he will surprise The Long-Knife's camp, and hang our people's fate Upon a single onset. (IENA: Should he fail?) Then all will fail;--Tecumseh's scheme will fail.

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