Out-doors at Idlewild: Or, The Shaping of a Home on the Banks of the HudsonC. Scribner, 1855 - 519 pages |
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Page 469 - Renews the life of joy in happiest hours. It is a little thing to speak a phrase Of common comfort which by daily use Has almost lost its sense ; yet on the ear Of him who thought to die unmourned, 'twill fall Like choicest music...
Page 437 - Little deeds of kindness Little words of love, Make our earth an Eden, • Like the heaven above.
Page 438 - Little deeds of kindness, Little words of love, Make our earth an Eden, Like the heaven above.
Page 412 - These late eclipses in the sun and moon portend no good to us : though the wisdom of nature can reason it thus and thus, yet nature finds itself scourged by the sequent effects : love cools, friendship falls off, brothers divide : in cities, mutinies ; in countries, discord ; in palaces, treason ; and the bond cracked 'twixt son and father.
Page 40 - Accordingly, when he repeated his visit the day after, she was more importunate than usual. At last the old Indian said, '• I am a red man, and the pale faces are our enemies : why should I speak '!" — " But my husband and I are your friends : you have eaten salt with us a thousand times, and my children have sat on your knees as often. If you have any thing on your mind, tell it me.
Page 40 - ... than usual. At last the old Indian said, '• I am a red man, and the pale faces are our enemies : why should I speak '!" — " But my husband and I are your friends : you have eaten salt with us a thousand times, and my children have sat on your knees as often. If you have any thing on your mind, tell it me." — " It will cost me my life if it is known, and the whitefaced women are not good at keeping secrets,
Page 40 - But will you swear?" I do swear by our Great Spirit. I will tell none but my husband. "Not if my tribe should kill you for not telling?" Not if your tribe should kill me for not telling.
Page 39 - Stacey's wife asked him what was the matter, and if he was sick. He shook his head, sighed, but said nothing, and soon went away. The next day he came again, and behaved in the same manner.
Page 42 - Spirit never deigns to talk in dreams to a white face," said the old indian: "Woman, thou hast two tongues and two faces. Speak the truth, or thy children shall surely die." The little boy and girl were then brought close to her, and the two savages stood over them, ready to execute their bloody orders. "Wilt thou name," said the old indian, "the red man who betrayed his tribe. I will ask thee three times.
Page 42 - Wilt thou name the traitor? This is the second time." The poor mother looked at her husband, and then at her children, and stole a glance at Naoman, who sat smoking his pipe with invincible gravity. She wrung her hands and wept; but remained silent. "Wilt thou name the traitor? 'tis the third and last time.