tradition even of him and of his works is lost.
When Watkinson started from the middle of Asia to visit the newly
acquired country of Russia--the beautiful, fruitful, invaluable country
of the Amoor--he was confronted at the very outset by a cluster of seven
of these very mounds, and his book, from that time forth, extending over
thousands of miles, is full of descriptions of these unknown earthworks.
I have no doubt they mark the progressive geographical movements of a
race of men who came from Asia. From Behring's Strait to the Gulf they
can easily be traced.

But I have said enough, and will stop here.

THE MOUND BUILDER.

Who art thou? old Mound Builder!
Where dost thou come from?
Womb of what country,
Womb of what woman
Gave birth to thee?
Who was thy sire?
Who thy sire's sire?
And who were his forbears?
Cam'st thou from Asia?
Where the race swarms like fireflies,
Where many races mark.
As with colored belts, its tropics!
What pigment stained thy skin?
Was it a red, or wert thou
Olive-dyed, or brassy?
Handsome thou couldst hardly have been,
With those high cheek-bones,
That mighty jaw, and its grim chops,
That long skull, so broad at the back parts,
That low, retreating forehead!
Doubtless thine eyes were dark,
Like fire-moons set in their sockets;
Doubtless thine hair was black,
Coarse, matted, long, and electric;
Thy skeleton that of a giant!
Well fleshed, well lashed with muscles,
As with an armor of iron;
And doubtless thou wert a brave fellow,
On the old earth, in thy time.

I think I know thee, old Mole!
Earth delver, mound builder, mine worker!
I think I have met thee before,
In times long since, and forgotten;
Many thousands of years, it may be,
Or ever old Noah, the bargeman,
Or he, the mighty Deucalion,
Wroth with the world as he found it,
Uprose in a passion of storm
And smote with his fist the sluices,
The water sluices of Cloudland--
Locked in the infinite azure--
Drowning the plains and mountains,
The shaggy beasts and hybrids,
The nameless birds--and the reptiles,
Monstrous in bulk and feature,
Which alone were thy grim contemporaries.
Here, in the State of Wisconsin,
In newly discovered America,
I, curious to know what secrets
Were hid in the mounds of thy building,
Have gone down into their chambers,
Into their innermost grave-crypts