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p. 109: This book is the origin of the false legend about Mary Harris. It is as legendary as the story of Mary Ingles having a baby on the trail. This was a popular type of historical fiction in the 1800s. Now would-be historians scrape all these myths together, and scissors-and-paste them into narratives that pass for history.
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Página 201 - Accursed Brandt ! he left of all my tribe Nor man, nor child, nor thing of living birth: No ! not the dog, that watched my household hearth, Escaped, that night of blood, upon our plains ! All perished ! — I alone am left on earth ! To whom nor relative nor blood remains, No ! — not a kindred drop that runs in human veins t XVIII.
Página 200 - There runs not a drop of my blood in the veins of any living creature. This called on me for revenge. I have sought it. I have killed many ; I have fully glutted my vengeance. For my country I rejoice at the beams of peace. But do not harbor a thought that mine is the joy of fear.
Página 325 - Bible admonition that it is harder for a rich man to enter the kingdom of heaven, than for a camel to pass through the eye of a needle.
Página 199 - What did you kill my people on Yellow Creek for ? The white people killed my kin at Conestoga, a great while ago, and I thought nothing of that. But you killed my kin again on Yellow Creek, and took my cousin prisoner. Then I thought I must kill too ; and I have been three times to war since ; but the Indians are not angry, only myself. "July 21, 1774. CAPTAIN JOHN LOGAN.
Página 199 - Captain Cresap, — What did you kill my people on Yellow Creek for? The white people killed my kin at Conestoga, a great while ago; and I thought nothing of that. But you killed my kin again, on Yellow Creek, and took my Cousin Prisoner. Then I thought I mast kill too; and I have been three times to war since; but the Indians are not angry; only myself.
Página 49 - ... which they constantly repeated while the war-song was going on. When the warrior that was singing had ended his song, he struck a war-post with his tomahawk, and with a loud voice told what warlike exploits he had done, and what he now intended to do, which were answered by the other warriors with loud shouts of applause. Some who had not before intended to go to war, at this time, were so animated by this performance, that they took up the tomahawk and sung the war-song, which was answered with...
Página 45 - The day after my arrival at the aforesaid town, a number of Indians collected about me, and one of them began to pull the hair out of my head. He...
Página 326 - Maryland, being sick and weak in body but of sound and disposing mind memory and understanding...
Página 47 - These young women then led me up to the council house, where some of the tribe were ready with new clothes for me. They gave me a new ruffled shirt, which I put on, also a...
Página 49 - ... and though they have no such thing as jingling verse, yet they can intermix sentences with their notes, and say what they please to each other, and carry on the tune in concert. I found that this was a kind of wooing or courting dance, and as they advanced stooping with their heads together, they could say what they pleased in each other's ear, without disconcerting their rough music, and the others, or those near, not hear what they said.

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