Keokuk had been apprised of the ardent attachment which had existed between the recently deceased president and Governor Chambers, and how the latter cherished the memory of the departed general to whom he had served as aide-de-camp in the War of 1812. It was long after the hour had passed for opening the council when the faint sounds of music were heard in the distance. The sounds gradually became more distinct, but the notes were not of a joyous character. They were solemn and dirge-like. At last the procession appeared, but there were no guady rib-
bons or feathers; no merry tinkling of bells responding to the tramp of the ponies; no faces painted with vermilion, and no bright colors in dress, or gaudy ornaments. Instead of these, Keokuk and his party appeared arrayed in the garb of grief and mourning. The sombre hues of clay had been substituted for the vermilion, while their lances and other implements were wrapped with wilted grass. Even Hard Fish himself was astonished to behold the solemn cortege, and thought it strange that a death could have occurred to call forth such proceedings without his knowledge. When the procession had reached the immediate vicinity of the council-chamber Keokuk ordered a halt, the solemn dirge ceased, and the interpreter was instructed to announce to the new father that Keokuk would take his hand after explaining to him what all this meant. Keokuk, addressing the governor, then said:
at the conclusion of his remarks, Keokuk stepped forth and extended his hand to Governor Chambers, whose hearty grasp. attested that the chief had touched the right spot.
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Introductory Page| Portrait of MA-KA-TAI-ME-SHE-KIA-KIAH (Black Hawk)| Title Page| Page 2|
Preface (pages 3 - 6)| Illustrations (page 7)| Contents (pages 8 - 17)
Chapter One| Chapter Two| Chapter Three| Chapter Four| Chapter Five
Chapter Six| Chapter Seven| Chapter Eight| Chapter Nine| Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven| Chapter Twelve| Chapter Thirteen
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