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Yonnondio, or Warriors of the Genesee: Tale of the Seventeenth Century
William Howe Cuyler Hosmer
Sin vista previa disponible - 2015
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Página 219 - I thank you, in their name, for bringing back into their country the calumet, which your predecessor received from their hands. It was happy for you, that you left under ground that murdering hatchet that has been so often dyed in the blood of the French.
Página 219 - I do not sleep, I have my eyes open, and the sun, which enlightens me, discovers to me a great captain at the head of a company of soldiers, who speaks as if he were dreaming. He says that he only came to the lake to smoke on the great calumet with the Onondagas.
Página 219 - We may go where we please, and carry with us whom we please, and buy and sell what we please. If your allies be your slaves, use them as such, command them to receive no other but your people.
Página 219 - You must have believed, when you left Quebec, that the sun had burnt up all the forests, which render our country inaccessible to the French, or that the lakes had so far overflown the banks, that they had surrounded our castles, and that it was impossible for us to...
Página 227 - In conversation they are sprightly ; but solemn and serious in their messages relating to public affairs. Their speakers deliver themselves with surprising force and great propriety of gesture. The fierceness of their countenances, the flowing blanket, elevated tone, naked arm, and erect stature, with a half circle of auditors seated on the ground, and in the open air, cannot but impress upon the mind a lively idea of the ancient orators of Greece and Rome.
Página 218 - Yonnondio. you must have believed when you left Quebec that the sun had burnt up all the forests which render our country inaccessible to the French, or that the lakes had so far overflown the banks that they had surrounded our castles and that it was impossible for us to get out of them.
Página 99 - The red-breast, perched in arbor green, Sad minstrel of the quiet scene — While hymning, for the dying sun, Strains like a broken-hearted one, Raised not her mottled wing to fly As swept those silent warriors by. The wood-cock, in his moist retreat, Heard not the falling of their feet ; On his dark roost the gray owl slept ; Time with his drum the partridge kept, Nor left the deer his watering-place, So hushed, so noiseless was their pace.
Página 224 - Canada sends to Onondaga, and talks to us of Peace with our whole House, but War was in his Heart, as you now see by woful Experience. He did the same formerly at Cadarackui, and in the Senekas Country.
Página 231 - ... without any variation till midnight. The Indians, and some of the inhabitants of the back settlements, think if this bird perches upon any house, that it betokens some mishap to the inhabitants of it.
Página 219 - Hear, Yonnondio, our women had taken their clubs, our children and old men had carried their bows and arrows into the heart of your camp, if our warriors had not disarmed them, and kept them back, when your messenger, Ohguesse, came to our castles. It is done, and I have said it.