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Surely not acceptable in this current era, sadly, because PC and snowflakes have taken over our culture. To my boyish imagination, to which this speaks, it told of images of North America in days well past even then of the people who inhabited this great country. Knowledge of history and of the atrocities on both sides has tarnished those pleasant memories and today's teachers and historians want to portray only the one sided image of a people's land being seized and their culture destroyed. As this was in the Chicago Tribune I am not sure how far it was disseminated across the country.

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INJUN SUMMER
John T. McCutcheon
Chicago Tribune
September 30, 1907

Yep, sonny this is sure enough ***** summer. Don't know what that is, I reckon, do you? Well, that's when all the homesick ****** come back to play; You know, a long time ago, long afore yer granddaddy was born even, there used to be heaps of ****** around here–thousandsmillions, I reckon, far as that's concerned. Reg'lar sure 'nough ******none o' yer cigar store ******, not much. They wuz all around hereright here where you're standin'.
Don't be skeeredhain't none around here now, leastways no live ones. They been gone this many a year.
They all went away and died, so they ain't no more left.
But every year, 'long about now, they all come back, leastways their sperrits do. They're here now. You can see 'em off across the fields. Look real hard. See that kind o' hazy misty look out yonder? Well, them's *********** sperrits marchin' along an' dancin' in the sunlight. That's what makes that kind o' haze that's everywhereit's jest the sperrits of the ****** all come back. They're all around us now.
See off yonder; see them tepees? They kind o' look like corn shocks from here, but them's ***** tents, sure as you're a foot high. See 'em now? Sure, I knowed you could. Smell that smoky sort o' smell in the air? That's the campfires a-burnin' and their pipes a-goin'.
Lots o' people say it's just leaves burnin', but it ain't. It's the campfires, an' th' ****** are hoppin' 'round 'em t'beat the old Harry.
You jest come out here tonight when the moon is hangin' over the hill off yonder an' the harvest fields is all swimmin' in the moonlight, an' you can see the ****** and the tepees jest as plain as kin be. You can, eh? I knowed you would after a little while.
Jever notice how the leaves turn red 'bout this time o' year? That's jest another sign o' redskins. That's when an old ***** sperrit gits tired dancin' an' goes up an' squats on a leaf t'rest. Why I kin hear 'em rustlin' an' whisper in' an' creepin' 'round among the leaves all the time; an' ever' once'n a while a leaf gives way under some fat old ***** ghost and comes floatin' down to the ground. Seehere's one now. See how red it is? That's the war paint rubbed off'n an ***** ghost, sure's you're born.
Purty soon all the ******'ll go marchin' away agin, back to the happy huntin' ground, but next year you'll see 'em troopin' backth' sky jest hazy with 'em and their campfires smolderin' away jest like they are now.

From his pipe the smoke ascending
Filled the sky with haze and vapor,
Filled the air with dreamy softness,
Gave a twinkle to the water,
Touched the rugged hills with smoothness,
Brought the tender Indian Summer
To the melancholy north-land,
In the dreary Moon of Snow-shoes.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Hiawatha 1855

Here's the link to the original web page.
***** Summer - John T. McCutcheon




 

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That made it across the big lake to my part of Michigan. I remember my Dad reading it to me when I was a kid. Thanks for posting that and bringing back some fond memories that I had forgotten.
 
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