The Last of the Mohicans: A Narrative of 1757Stringer & Townsend, 1854 - 272 pages |
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... demanded Heyward , when the other had arrived sufficiently nigh to abate his speed ; " I trust you are no messenger of evil tidings . " " Even so , " replied the stranger , making dili- gent use of his triangular castor , to produce a ...
... demanded Heyward , when the other had arrived sufficiently nigh to abate his speed ; " I trust you are no messenger of evil tidings . " " Even so , " replied the stranger , making dili- gent use of his triangular castor , to produce a ...
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... demanded her simple companion . Alice felt disposed to laugh , though she suc- ceeded in suppressing the sounds of her merri- ment , ere she answered , - " I apprehend that he is rather addicted to profane song . The turmoils and ...
... demanded her simple companion . Alice felt disposed to laugh , though she suc- ceeded in suppressing the sounds of her merri- ment , ere she answered , - " I apprehend that he is rather addicted to profane song . The turmoils and ...
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... demanded the Indian , who expected his reply with that sort of interest that a man feels in the confirmation of testimony at which he marvels even while he respects it ; " the fathers of Chingachgook have not lied ! " " The Holy Bible ...
... demanded the Indian , who expected his reply with that sort of interest that a man feels in the confirmation of testimony at which he marvels even while he respects it ; " the fathers of Chingachgook have not lied ! " " The Holy Bible ...
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... demanded the white . " But you are a just man for an Indian ! and as I suppose you hold their gifts , your fathers must have been brave warriors , and wise men at the council fire . " • The " My tribe is the grandfather of nations ...
... demanded the white . " But you are a just man for an Indian ! and as I suppose you hold their gifts , your fathers must have been brave warriors , and wise men at the council fire . " • The " My tribe is the grandfather of nations ...
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... demanded— " Do the Maquas dare to leave the print of their moccasins in these woods ? " وو " I have been on their trail , ' replied the young Indian , " and know that they number as many as the fingers of my two hands ; but they ie hid ...
... demanded— " Do the Maquas dare to leave the print of their moccasins in these woods ? " وو " I have been on their trail , ' replied the young Indian , " and know that they number as many as the fingers of my two hands ; but they ie hid ...
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Alice appeared arms beast blood bosom breath calm Canada canoe cavern chief Chingachgook colour companions concealed Cora countenance cunning danger dark David deep deer Delawares drew Duncan ears encampment enemy exclaimed eyes father feet fierce fire followed forest Fort Edward French gaze glance hand Hawk-eye head heard Horican Huron Indian instant instantly interrupted Iroquois knew knife lake leave Lenape Lenni Lenape light listened lodge look Magua maiden Major Heyward Manitto manner ment Midsummer's Night Dream Mingo moccasins Mohawks Montcalm Munro Narragansets native nature never party passed path pause psalmody Renard returned the scout rifle rock Sagamore savage scalp scene seated seemed seen side silent sisters soon sounds speak spirit spoke spot stood Subtil Tamenund tion tomahawk trail trees tribe turned Uncas uncon uttered voice ward warrior wigwam woods woodsman words Wyandots yell youth وو
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Page 19 - Hast thou given the horse strength? Hast thou clothed his neck with thunder? Canst thou make him afraid as a grasshopper? The glory of his nostrils is terrible. He paweth in the valley, and rejoiceth in his strength: He goeth on to meet the armed men.
Page 242 - They fought, like brave men, long and well ; They piled that ground with Moslem slain; They conquered— but Bozzaris fell, Bleeding at every vein. His few surviving comrades saw His smile when rang their proud hurrah, And the red field was won; Then saw in death his eyelids close, Calmly, as to a night's repose, Like flowers at set of sun.
Page 86 - Dear as the ruddy drops that warm my heart, Ye died amidst your dying country's cries No more I weep. They do not sleep. On yonder cliffs, a grisly band, I see them sit, they linger yet, Avengers of their native land : With me in dreadful harmony they join, And weave with bloody hands the tissue of thy line.
Page ii - Co. of the said district, have deposited in this office the title of a book, the right whereof they claim as proprietors, in the words following, to wit : " Tadeuskund, the Last King of the Lenape. An Historical Tale." In conformity to the Act of the Congress of the United States...
Page 42 - Where are the blossoms of those summers! - fallen, one by one; so all of my family departed, each in his turn, to the land of spirits. I am on the hilltop and must go down into the valley; and when Uncas follows in my footsteps there will no longer be any of the blood of the Sagamores, for my boy is the last of the Mohicans.
Page 222 - Nor vows unpaid, nor slighted sacrifice, But he, our chief, provoked the raging pest, Apollo's vengeance for his injured priest, Nor will the god's awaken'd fury cease, But plagues shall spread, and funeral fires increase, Till the great king, without a ransom paid, To her own Chrysa send the black-eyed maid. Perhaps, with added sacrifice and prayer, The priest may pardon, and the god may spare.
Page 91 - Even the children would not be excluded ; but boys, little able to wield the instruments, tore the tomahawks from the belts of their fathers and stole into the ranks, apt imitators of the savage traits exhibited by their parents. Large piles of brush lay scattered about the clearing, and a wary and aged squaw was occupied in firing as many as might serve to light the coming exhibition.
Page 43 - I have been on their trail," replied the young Indian, " and know that they number as many as the fingers of my two hands ; but they lie hid like cowards." "The thieves are out-lying for scalps and plunder!
Page 35 - Before these fields were shorn and tilled, Full to the brim our rivers flowed ; The melody of waters filled The fresh and boundless wood ; And torrents dashed and rivulets played, And fountains spouted in the shade.
Page 97 - Uncas by the arm, and led him towards the door of the council lodge. Thither all the chiefs, and most of the distinguished warriors, followed; among whom the anxious Heyward found means to enter without attracting any dangerous attention to himself. A few minutes were consumed in disposing of those present in a manner suitable to their rank and influence in the tribe.