Cogewea, the Half-Blood

Mourning Dove

XVI On the Old Buffalo Grounds No more shalt thou from grassy and beflowered spot, In peaceful rest look upon the silent world; Nor again, in thy majestic wrath, arise and hurl Thy mighty form in fiercest fray— (To the Last Buffalo) Sandbar Densmore’s declaration under the pines had thrilled Cogewea, as no words ever had. Could he really love her and was he sincere? She questioned herself. Perhaps after all she was to come into the life she had ofttimes pict…