Publisher's Synopsis
This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1904 edition. Excerpt: ...had quench'd the fiery fight! XVII "It slept--it rose again--on high their tower Sprung upwards like a torch to light the skies, Then down again it rain'd an ember shower, And louder lamentations heard we rise: As when the evil Manitou that dries Th' Ohio woods, consumes them in his ire, In vain the desolated panther flies, And howls amidst his wilderness of fire: Alas! too late, we reach'd and smote those Hurons dire! "But as the fox beneath the nobler hound, So died their warriors by our battle-brand; And from the tree we, with her child, unbound A lonely mother of the Christian land: --Her lord--the captain of the British band--Amidst the slaughter of his soldiers lay. Scarce knew the widow our delivering hand; Upon her child she sobb'd, and swoon'd away, Or shriek'd unto the God to whom the Christians pray.--XIX "Our virgins fed her with their kindly bowls Of fever-balm and sweet sagamite; But she was journeying to the land of souls, And lifted up her dying head to pray That we should bid an ancient friend convey Her orphan to his home of England's shore; And take, she said, this token far away To one that will remember us of yore, When he beholds the ring that Waldegrave's Julia wore. XX "And I, the eagle of my tribe, have rush'd With this lorn dove."--A sage's self-command Had quell'd the tears from Albert's heart that gush'd; But yet his cheek--his agitated hand--That shower'd upon the stranger of the land No common boon, in grief but ill beguiled A soul that was not wont to be unmann'd; "And stay," he cried, "dear pilgrim of the wild, Preserver of my old, my boon companion's child!--XXI "Child of a race whose name my bosom warms, On earth's remotest bounds how welcome here! Whose mother...