Let the fifty sachems old in years and wisdom walk in the straight path of truth and let the warriors follow - The Hunters of the Hills by Joseph Altsheler

The Condor frowning from a southern plain Borne on a standard leads a numerous train Clench'd in his talons hangs an infant dead His long bill pointing where the sachems tread His wings tho lifeless frighten still the wind And his broad tail o'ershades the file behind - The Columbiad by Joel Barlow