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My people know the story!It is marked on the slashed pine,And the burned timbers,And the scratched earth.Came the trappers for our beaver;Came the crazy Iron-Roads,And the crazy Fire-Wagons,Blowing Devil's-Noise,Puffing Devil's-Breath—Ugh!Came the loggers with their axes,With their flashing iron axes;And our mighty forests trembledFrom the cursings—from the clashingsOf the irons everywhere—Ugh!Came the rat-eyed little tradersWith their shining silver clocks,Their eésh-kwo-dáy-wah-bóo,Their plenty Fire-Water,Their plenty Devil's-Spit—Ugh!Came many, many Long-Knives,Pretty on the outside,Rotten in the heart;From the many, many townsCame many waves of white men—Big wave, big wave,Wave, wave, wave.And my people wither like the oak-leaves;And hunger stalks about my village;