To view the hardships of the people In their rude habitations And see them struggle in their trials For many generations. I want to give you a pen picture, That all of you may know, The drear condition of Old Berks Two hundred years ago.
Indians. Two hundred years ago! Old Berks Was owned and peopled then By a degraded, barbarous race Of copper colored men.
The Delawares, the owners then. Divided as a nation, Into the Turkey, Turtle, Wolf, According to location.
They lived in towns and villages Near by a flowing spring, And every Indian burg and town Was governed by a king.
They lived in wigwams built of sticks, Shaped somewhat like a cone, And covered with raw hides and bark Without the use of stone.
They had to have warm clothes and shoes Against the winters cold, And yet they had no markets where These articles were sold.
They plowed and dug, and planted corn. Without a horse or mule. And they had not for many years A steel or iron tool.
They had no looms to make their cloth For articles of wear. They tanned the skins of animals Such as the deer and bear.
They had no matches to strike Are, For warming in cold weather, Whene'er they were in want of flame They rubbed two sticks together.
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