The Prairie-birdHarper, 1852 - 207 pages |
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allied band Atto band Baptiste Bearskin Bending-willow Besha bison Black Father blood brave brig brother camp Colonel Brandon companion concealed countenance Crows Dahcotah David Muir dear Delaware desired encampment enemy escape Ethelston eyes fear feelings fell fire followed forward Gregson hand head heard heart horse-dealer horses hunter hunting Indian inquired Jessie knew knife Konsas L'Estrange latter Lenapé lips Lita lodge looked Lucy Mahé Mahéga maiden Marietta Master Reginald Mike Smith Missionary Monsieur Perrot Mooshanne nald Nekimi Netis never night Nina Olitipa party passed path Paul Müller prairie Prairie-bird prisoners Regi Reginald Brandon replied rifle round scalp scarcely side silence sister smile soon speak Spirit spoke spot stood surprise Tamenund tell tent thought tion tomahawk tone tongue Toweno trail tribe turned Upsaroka valley voice War-Eagle warriors Washashe whispered White-Bull Wingenund words wounded young youth
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Page 185 - And I will bring the blind by a way that they knew not, I will lead them in paths that they have not known : I will make darkness light before them, and crooked things straight. These things will I do unto them, and not forsake . them.
Page 157 - Entreat me not to leave thee, or to return from following after thee : for whither thou goest, I will go ; and where thou lodgest I will lodge : thy people shall be my people, and thy God my God: " Where thou diest, will I die, and there will I be buried; the Lord do so to me, and more also, if aught but death part thee and me.
Page 166 - There be four things which are little upon the earth, but they are exceeding wise: the ants are a people not strong, yet they prepare their meat in the summer; the conies are but a feeble folk, yet make they their houses in the rocks; the locusts have no king, yet go they forth all of them by bands; the spider taketh hold with her hands, and is in kings
Page 157 - The treasures of the deep are not so precious As are the concealed comforts of a man Locked up in woman's love. I scent the air Of blessings, when I come but near the house. What a delicious breath marriage sends forth. . . The violet bed's not sweeter.
Page 152 - Wi' thee to reign, wi' thee to reign, The brightest jewel in my crown Wad be my queen, wad be my queen.
Page 166 - Who hath sent out the wild ass free? Or who hath loosed the bands of the wild ass? Whose house I have made the wilderness, And the barren land his dwellings. He scorneth the multitude of the city, Neither regardeth he the crying of the driver. The range of the mountains is his pasture, And he searcheth after every green thing.
Page 152 - I'd shelter thee, I'd shelter thee ; Or did Misfortune's bitter storms Around thee blaw, around thee blaw, Thy bield should be my bosom, To share it a', to share it a". Or were I in the wildest waste, Sae black and bare, sae black and bare, The desert were a paradise, If thou wert there, if thou wert there : Or were I monarch o" the globe, Wi" thee to reign, wi' thee to reign, The brightest jewel in my crown Wad be my queen, wad be my queen.
Page 198 - sdained subjection, and thought one step higher Would set me highest, and in a moment quit The debt immense of endless gratitude, So burdensome still paying, still to owe; Forgetful what from him I still received, And understood not that a grateful mind By owing owes not, but still pays, at once Indebted and discharged...
Page 152 - WERT thou in the cauld blast, On yonder lea, on yonder lea, My plaidie to the angry airt, I'd shelter thee, I'd shelter thee. Or did misfortune's bitter storms Around thee blaw, around thee blaw, Thy bield should be my bosom, To share it a', to share it a'.
Page 168 - U was a moment, and but a moment, of dreadful suspense, for the bear swerved neither to the right nor to the left from her onward path, and it was not until the muzzle of the rifle was within three yards of her forehead that he fired, taking his aim between her eyes; shaking her head as if more angered than hurt, she raised her huge form on her...