Identifier: chicagomassacreo01kirk (find matches)
Title: The Chicago massacre of 1812 : with illustrations and historical documents
Year: 1893 (1890s)
Authors: Kirkland, Joseph, 1830-1894
Subjects: Fort Dearborn Massacre, Chicago, Ill., 1812 Chicago (Ill.) -- History
Publisher: Chicago : Dibble Pub. Co.
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
Digitizing Sponsor: Sloan Foundation

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group, are both fine mem-orials of the dawn of things in the North-West. KliBatess matchless statue of Lincoln is devoted to a pagein the history of the whole Union. Now comes Chicagoslatest treasure, the magnificent group commemoratingthe massacre of 1812 ; a purely civic work, to keep in theminds of Chicagos citizens, for untold generations, theromance and reality of her struggling infancy. Honor to the men who, in the intense pressure of thepresent, still have thoughts for the past and the future. At the unveiling, (1881) of the Block-House Tablet(designed by the Chicago Historical Society) set by Will- CONTKMIokANKorS kHIoRTS. rj7 iaiii M. Iloyt in llic iiorlli wall of his warehouse, facingRusli vSlrcct IWkl^ii iVoin the south, Mi. Kugciic Hallread some stanzas of oriKinal verse so musical, so poeticand so apt for the occasion, that I venture Twilh liis per-mission) to repeat them here, as a finish to our story. HKALUIKN FIDIil.i; AND CAI.IMKT, IN IOSSESSION OF Tin; CALUMET CLUB.
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FORT DEARBORN, CHICAGO, 1^61. Here, where the savage war-whoop once resoutuleil,Where council fires 1)urncd brightly vears ago,Where the red Indian from liis covert boundedTo scalp his pale-faced foe : 128 THK CHICAGO MASSACRE OP l8l2. Here, where grey badgers had their haunts and burrows,Where wild wolves howled and prowled in midnight bands,Where frontier farmers turned the virgin furrows,Our splendid city stands. Here, where brave men and helpless women perished,Here, where in unknown graves their forms decay ;This marble, that their memory may be cherished,We consecrate today. No more the farm-boys call, or lowing cattle.Frighten the timid wild fowl from the slough :The noisy trucks and wagons roll and rattleOer miles of pavement now. Now are our senses startled and confounded,By screaming whistle and by clanging bell.Where Beaubiens merry fiddle once resoundedWhen summer twilight fell. Here stood the fort with palisades about it.With low log block-house in those early hours ;The

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