The Deerslayer; Or, The First War-path: A Tale

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Hurd and Houghton, 1869 - 533 páginas
Follows the adventures of the brave and bold frontiersman, Natty Bumppo.
 

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Página 109 - Clear, placid Leman ! thy contrasted lake, With the wild world I dwelt in, is a thing Which warns me, with its stillness, to forsake , Earth's troubled waters for a purer spring. This quiet sail is as a noiseless wing To waft me from distraction ; once I loved Torn ocean's roar, but thy soft murmuring Sounds sweet as if a sister's voice reproved, That I with stern delights should e'er have been so moved.
Página 13 - There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society, where none intrudes, By the deep Sea, and music in its roar: I love not Man the less, but Nature more...
Página 356 - I have sinned ; what shall I do unto thee, O thou preserver of men? Why hast thou set me as a mark against thee, So that I am a burden to myself?
Página 118 - So saying, Deerslayer raised the Indian in his arms, and carried him to the lake. Here he first helped him to take an attitude in which he could appease his burning thirst ; after which he seated himself on a stone, and took the head of his wounded adversary in his own lap, and endeavoured to soothe his anguish in the best manner he could. " It would be sinful in me to tell you your time hadn't come, warrior," he commenced, " and therefore I'll not say it.
Página 352 - We thought, as we hollowed his narrow bed, And smoothed down his lonely pillow, That the foe and the stranger would tread o'er his head, And we far away on the billow ! Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone, And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him ; But little hell reck if they let him sleep on In the grave where a Briton has laid him...
Página 93 - To wage by force or guile eternal war Irreconcilable, to our grand foe, Who now triumphs, and in the excess of joy Sole reigning holds the tyranny of heaven.
Página 286 - Th' impostor now, in grinning mockery, shows — "There, ye wise saints, behold your Light, your Star, — Ye would be dupes and victims, and ye are.
Página 76 - Why, let the stricken deer go weep, The hart ungalled play ; For some must watch, while some must sleep : Thus runs the world away.
Página 118 - Each has his gifts, and will be judged by ‘em, and I suppose, you've thought these matters over enough, not to stand in need of sarmons when the trial comes. You'll find your happy hunting-grounds, if you've been a just Injin; if an onjust, you'll meet your desarts in another way.
Página 233 - mongst other matter, Of the chameleon's form and nature. "A stranger animal," cries one, "Sure never lived beneath the sun: A lizard's body lean and long, A fish's head, a serpent's tongue, Its foot with triple claw disjoined; And what a length of tail behind! How slow its pace! And then its hue, — Who ever saw so fine a blue?

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