I just received a copy of The Saukie Indians and Their Great Chiefs Black Hawk and Keokuk. My copy is one of those print-on-demand books–the original was published in 1926, and was written by Amer Mills Stocking. This is a book of poetry, and it tells the stories of Keokuk and Black Hawk. What little I have read of it seems to be pretty accurate, or at least it agrees with other accounts.
Here is part of it:
“The Black Hawk returned to his riverside cabin,
Where he lived throught the long, golden days of the summer.
The faithful Asshawequa saw he was failing,
And said: ‘He is old. Very soon he will leave us.
Sowana, the Great and Good Spirit, will call him.’
A party of Iowas came on a visit
To the place that they had once accounted their homeland
Ill feeling forgotten and all wrongs forgiven,
They held wiith the Black Hawk a council of friendship.
The spot where they met was north-west of his cabin
And there the old warrior directed his body,
When death should o’er take him be decently buried….”
I am pretty sure I don’t understand poetry. Maybe this is really good, maybe it is really bad.