This is almost the same rendition of The Haunted Falls/Wood that my dearest Mother sang to my brothers and myself as young children. We were brought to tears by the mournful strains. Although weeping, we ask her to sing it just one more time. We could never get enough of its sad story.

As a writer and historian, I am convinced this ballad's roots are circa 1800's for two reasons. First and foremost, the writer or poet had first hand knowledge of the perils and hazards early pioneers faced while migrating westward. Secondly, I believe beyond doubt; that the ballad was written as a poem and as it was passed down orally through generations, it assumed the lilting cadence of a song.

Another posit: First rule of writing is to Write about Something you Know or well acquainted with or at least have studied in order to attain a certain amount of realism and authenticity.

While doing research in a library in Cleburne, Texas; I accidentally ran across this ballad in a small antique book of western ballads. Unfortunately, I am unable to recall the exact title, nor am I able to relocate it on Cleburne's library shelves.

In addition, as to atrocities, a serious history student is aware they were committed on both sides, i.e., the Jamestowne/James City, Va. massacre of 1620's and King Philip's War in Mass. in 1675-1678. Both because of land & treaties being broken. Respectfully, Willie Gail Riddles-Rotzoll aka Willeigh Gaiyle, Author