The Pathfinder: Or, The Inland SeaHurd & Houghton, 1871 - Počet stran: 471 |
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Strana 25
... never uttered more truth . " I am Mabel , and yonder , hid by the trees , are my uncle , whose name is Cap , and a Tuscarora , called Arrowhead . We did not hope to meet you until we had nearly reached the shores of the lake . " " I ...
... never uttered more truth . " I am Mabel , and yonder , hid by the trees , are my uncle , whose name is Cap , and a Tuscarora , called Arrowhead . We did not hope to meet you until we had nearly reached the shores of the lake . " " I ...
Strana 27
... never dreams of , though you may , possibly , have education enough to guess at it , having some pretensions to understand the compass , I suppose . " " The reason is easily comprehended , " said the young mán , involuntarily fastening ...
... never dreams of , though you may , possibly , have education enough to guess at it , having some pretensions to understand the compass , I suppose . " " The reason is easily comprehended , " said the young mán , involuntarily fastening ...
Strana 28
... never so flattering , or so agreeable , as when it comes from the young to those of their own age ; from the manly to the gentle . Like most of those who pass their time excluded from the society of the softer sex , young Western was ...
... never so flattering , or so agreeable , as when it comes from the young to those of their own age ; from the manly to the gentle . Like most of those who pass their time excluded from the society of the softer sex , young Western was ...
Strana 29
... never believed much in the learning of them that dwell in towns , for I ne- ver yet met with one that had an eye for a rifle , or a trail . ” " That's my manner of reasoning , Master Pathfinder , to a yarn . Walking about streets ...
... never believed much in the learning of them that dwell in towns , for I ne- ver yet met with one that had an eye for a rifle , or a trail . ” " That's my manner of reasoning , Master Pathfinder , to a yarn . Walking about streets ...
Strana 30
... never slept more sweetly than when I have fi't the Mingos , though it is the law with me to fight always like a white man , and never like an Indian . The Sarpent , here has his fashions , and I have mine ; and yet have we fou❜t side ...
... never slept more sweetly than when I have fi't the Mingos , though it is the law with me to fight always like a white man , and never like an Indian . The Sarpent , here has his fashions , and I have mine ; and yet have we fou❜t side ...
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answered Arrowhead believe better block-house boat brother Cap bushes calash canoe Chingachgook command companion concealed countenance cutter daugh dear father Delaware distrust doubt enemy eyes face fancy father fear feelings felt finder fire forest French fresh-water frontier garrison gifts girl hand head heard heart heroine honour hope Indian instant Iroquois island Jasper Eau-douce Jasper Western June Killdeer knew lake land laughing leave Lieutenant Muir look Lundie Mabel Dunham Major Duncan manner Master Cap Master Pathfinder means mind Mingo minutes nature never night Ontario opinion Oswego paddle party passed Path pretty Quarter-Master red-skin returned rienced rifle river sail sailor Sarpent savages scalp Scud seen Serjeant Dunham serjeant's daughter shore smile soldier soon speak spot stood stream tell thing thought Thousand Islands tion trail trees true truth Tuscarora uncle venison vessel warrior wife wind wish woman woods words young
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Strana 241 - Almighty's form Glasses itself in tempests; in all time, Calm or convulsed, — in breeze, or gale, or storm, Icing the pole, or in the torrid clime Dark heaving; — boundless, endless, and sublime. The image of eternity, the throne Of the Invisible; even from out thy slime The monsters of the deep are made; each zone Obeys thee; thou goest forth, dread, fathomless, alone.
Strana 82 - THESE, as they change, ALMIGHTY FATHER, these Are but the varied God. The rolling year Is full of THEE. Forth in the pleasing Spring THY beauty walks, THY tenderness and love. Wide flush the fields ; the softening air is balm ; Echo the mountains round ; the forest smiles ; And every sense, and every heart is joy. Then comes THY glory in the Summer months...
Strana 209 - Even such a man, so faint, so spiritless, So dull, so dead in look, so woe-begone, Drew Priam's curtain in the dead of night...
Strana 128 - Now, my co-mates, and brothers in exile, Hath not old custom made this life more sweet Than that of painted pomp ? Are not these woods More free from peril than the envious court ? Here feel we but the penalty of Adam, The seasons...
Strana 163 - The respect for Pathfinder's skill and for his quickness and accuracy of sight [the italics are mine] was so profound and general that the instant he made this declaration the spectators began to distrust their own opinions, and a dozen rushed to the target in order to ascertain the fact. There, sure enough, it was found that the Quartermaster's bullet had gone through the hole made by Jasper's, and that, too, so accurately as to require a minute examination to be certain of the circumstance, which,...
Strana 464 - tis sweet to me ! There — drink my tears, while yet they fall ; Would that my bosom's blood were balm, And, well thou know'st, I'd shed it all, To give thy brow one minute's calm.
Strana 94 - AND is this — Yarrow? — This the stream Of which my fancy cherished, So faithfully, a waking dream ? An image that hath perished ! Oh, that some minstrel's harp were near, To utter notes of gladness, And chase this silence from, the air, That fills my heart with sadness ! Yet why?
Strana 40 - 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.
Strana 188 - On this intimation the whole party separated, each to find those trifles which had not been shipped already. A few taps of the drum gave the necessary signal to the soldiers, and in a minute all were in motion.
Strana 12 - The turf shall be my fragrant shrine My temple, Lord! that arch of thine; My censer's breath the mountain airs, And silent thoughts my only prayers.