Osceola
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| Overwritten | brown with strikethrough |
| Added inline | purple with double underline |
| Uncertain | gray with wavy underline |
| Supplied from another source | turquoise with brackets |
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| Long deletion | gray background with top and bottom border |
[begin leaf 1 recto]
the floor, Drew on his war-dress, shirt,and
leggings,
and girdled the belt around his waist; Call'd for vermilion paint (his looking-glass
was held before him,) Paintedthe half his face and neck, his
wrists,
andthe back-hands,
Put the scalp-knife carefully in his belt—
then lying down, resting a moment, Rose again, half sitting, smiled, gave in silence
his extended to each and all, Sank faintly low to the floor, tightly grasp'd
the tomahawk handle, Fix'd his look on wife and little children—the
last: (And here a line in memory of his
name and death.) For photostat of ms of earlier notes for this poem see overleaf. deq
Osceola
When his hour for death had come, He slowly rais'd himself from the bed onthe floor, Drew on his war-dress, shirt,
and girdled the belt around his waist; Call'd for vermilion paint (his looking-glass
was held before him,) Painted
and
then lying down, resting a moment, Rose again, half sitting, smiled, gave in silence
his extended to each and all, Sank faintly low to the floor, tightly grasp'd
the tomahawk handle, Fix'd his look on wife and little children—the
last: (And here a line in memory of his
name and death.) For photostat of ms of earlier notes for this poem see overleaf. deq