Elizabeth Zane

Thls daunt'ess pioneer maiden's name Is inscnbcd infgoid on the scroll of fame; She was the lassie who knew no fear When the tomahawk glcamed on the far frontlcr. If deeds of daring bhould win rtnown, Let us honor the dam sel of heeling town, Who braved the suvage with deep disdam - Bright-ejed, busom buxom EHzabeth Zane. 'Twm more thnn a hundrrd yrars ag-o. They were cose beset by ihe'dusky loc ; Thty had spent of powoer tïieir scanty store. And who the gauntlet should run for more? She to the portal and shoutcd, "I ; 'lis 6ttr a ïlrl tnan :i man should die I My loss would bc but the garrison's gain, Unbarthe gatel" said Klizabcth Zane. The powder wu lixty yards away, Around her the foeman In ambo ah lay; As she dartedfrom shelter they azcd with awe, Then wildly shouted, "A squa I a squaw ! " She neither swerved to left or right Swift as an antelope was her fliht, ' Cijick ! open the the door she cried. amain, "Fora hope forlorn 1 Til Elizabeth Zabel1 No time had she to waver or wait. Back she must L) ere it be too late; She snatched froin the table its cloth in haste And knotted it dcflly about her waist, Then filled it with powder- never, I ween, Had powder so lovely a magazine; Then, icornlñí tlic bulleta, ;i tleadly rain,1 Like 4 sLarLlcd fawn, lied Llizabcth Zano. She gained the fort with her precious freight; Strong hands fastened the naken gate; Brave men'seyes were sufiufccd wiih tears Tnat had there been strangers for many years. From ilint-Iock rifles again thre sped ' Gainst the skulking redskins a Btorm of Jead, And the war-whoop sounded that day in vain, Thanks to the deed of Elizabeth Zane. Talk not to me of Paul Reveré, A man, on horseback with naught to fear; Nor of old John Burns. with his bell-crowned hat- He'd an army to back Mm, " what of that ? Here's the hv.roine pl"'p and brown, Whn ian the gauntlet in Wheeling town, liere is a record without a stain- Ileautiiul, buxom, Elizabeth Zane.