Ft. Arbuckle
- A Poem
We have covered Indians, cowboys, outlaws, settlers, railroads, massacres and pestilence. We will add a little culture to our rough-tough history lessons and offer a poem for your consideration.
Early in our discussion of Arbuckle Mountain history, we covered the
shootout with the murderous outlaw gang, the Lee Brothers. If you remember, the
Chickasaw Sheriff Jim Guy and two of the Roff brothers were killed in the
shootout on May 1, 1885 in the Yellow Hills near Baum.
It should be known that Jim Guy was also considered the leading poet of the Chickasaw Nation. In the book “Leaders and Leading Men of Indian Territory” by H.F. O’Beirne, 1891, it is noted that Guy wrote this poem shortly before his death.
Fort Arbuckle
By James Harris Guy
The day has been long and dreary;
I halt with the sitting sun
To gaze on the open world
And the work the years have done;
And a vision rises before me,
Of the past as it hath been,
And all the rolling hills have heard,
And the bright-eyed stars have seen.
Full many a thrilling story
Could the echoing rocks repeat,
And methinks I hear in the forest
The tramp of hurrying feet.
The yells of the great Comanche
Ring once more in my ear
And files of the ghostly warrior
Appear and disappear.
I see the dusky phantoms
Rise from their graves to-day,
With the war paint still upon them
As they started for the frey;
They scorned the white man’s promise
And refused to be his slaves,
But their ranks were few and feeble,
And the sun sets on their graves.
Once more from the hills above me
The painted warriors ride,
And fall upon Ft. Arbuckle
Like rocks from the mountain side;
But now the bow and the quiver
Give place to the plodding plow,
A bible, a hut, a handful of corn
And a Christian’s broken vow.
Oh, Mystical Ft. Arbuckle
The sun is falling aslant,
And a friend stands out in his doorway;
God speed thee Thomas Grant;
For thou hast ever a seat at thy board
And thy heart a place,
For him who would sing the wide world o’er
The songs of a ruined race.
Contributed by Dennis Muncrief, February 20, 2003.