The Story of the American Indian: His Origin, Development, Decline and Destiny

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D. Lothrop Company, 1887 - 302 strani

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Stran 118 - All Nature is but art, unknown to thee All chance, direction, which thou canst not see; All discord, harmony not understood; All partial evil, universal good: And, spite of pride, in erring reason's spite, One truth is clear, Whatever is, is right.
Stran 238 - What I delivered to you were sacred truths ; but what you tell me is mere fable, fiction, and falsehood." The Indian, offended, replied, " My brother, it seems your friends have not done you justice in your education ; they have not well instructed you in the rules of common civility. You saw that we, who understand and practise those rules, believed all your stories, why do you refuse to believe ours...
Stran 250 - has terminated one of the most extraordinary Indian wars of which there is any record. The Indians throughout displayed a courage and skill that elicited universal praise ; they abstained from scalping, let captive women go free, did not commit indiscriminate murder of peaceful families, which is usual, and fought with almost scientific skill, using advance and rear guards, skirmish lines, and field fortifications.
Stran 304 - Events in Indian History, beginning with an account of the Origin of the American Indians, and Early Settlements in North America, and embracing Concise Biographies of the principal chiefs and...
Stran 275 - They had too many houses, too many men. I took up the hatchet, for my part, to revenge injuries which my people could no longer endure. Had I borne them longer without striking, my people would have said, Black Hawk is a woman. He is too old to be a chief — he is no Sac.
Stran 299 - I HELD it truth, with him who sings To one clear harp in divers tones, That men may rise on stepping-stones Of their dead selves to higher things.
Stran 209 - Strange feet were trampling on his fathers' bones; At midnight hour he woke to gaze Upon his happy cabin's blaze. And listen to his children's dying groans : He saw — and maddening at the sight, Gave his bold bosom to the fight; To tiger rage his soul was driven, Mercy was not — nor sought nor given ; The pale man from his lands must fly; He would be free — or he would die, XVI.
Stran 77 - My little son, whom you are about to burn with fire, has seen but a few winters ; his tender feet have never trodden the war path— he has never injured you! But the hairs of my head are white with many winters, and over the graves of my relatives I have hung many scalps which I have taken from the heads of the Foxes ; my death is worth something to you, let me therefore take the place of my child that he may return to his people.
Stran 237 - ... facts on which our religion is founded; such as the fall of our first parents by eating an apple, the coming of Christ to repair the mischief, his miracles and suffering, &c. When he had finished, an Indian orator stood up to thank him. "What you have told us,

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