"Lords of the Soil": A Romance of Indian Life Among the Early English SettlersDuplicitous English colonists in the company of Captain Lion Gardiner on Long Island in the year 1654 conspire to obtain Indian land by having "Heather Flower," daughter of the Montauk sachem, Wyandanch, kidnapped and held for ransom by the Narragansetts, a warring tribe. |
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arms arrow asked bear beautiful beneath blood bound brave bring broad brother brought called canoe Captain chief close Colonel coming Damaris dark daughter dead death deep earth enemies English eyes face falling father fearful feet fell fierce figure fire followed forest Gardiner girl give Gordon hall hand head heart Heather Flower held Henry hour Indian Island King Kingsland Lady land Lawrence leaves Lieutenant light lips Listen live lodge look Major Mohawks Montauks moon Narragansetts nature never night pale-face passed Poniute powerful presently raised red brother remain replied returned Sachem savage scalp seated shore side silence sound speak Spirit squaw stepped stood strong tell To-cus tone tongue trees tribes turned voice warrior waters waves whispered wigwam wounded Wyandance young
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Page 416 - Sometime, we see a cloud that's dragonish, A vapour, sometime, like a bear, or lion, A tower'd citadel, a pendant rock, A forked mountain, or blue promontory With trees upon't, that nod unto the world, And mock our eyes with air: thou hast seen these signs; They are black vesper's pageants.
Page 163 - Twas thine own genius gave the final blow, And helped to plant the wound that laid thee low : So the struck eagle, stretched upon the plain, No more through rolling clouds to soar again, Viewed his own feather on the fatal dart, And winged the shaft that quivered in his heart ; Keen were his pangs, but keener far to feel He nursed the pinion which impelled the steel ; While the same plumage that had warmed his nest Drank the last life-drop of his bleeding breast.
Page 358 - O but they say the tongues of dying men Enforce attention like deep harmony: Where words are scarce, they are seldom spent in vain. For they breathe truth that breathe their words in pain.
Page 305 - All that the mind would shrink from of excesses ; All that the body perpetrates of bad ; All that we read, hear, dream, of man's distresses ; All that the devil would do if run stark mad ; All that defies the worst which pen expresses ; All by which hell is peopled, or as sad As hell — mere mortals who their power abuse — Was here (as heretofore and since) let loose.
Page 350 - Again she plunges! hark! a second shock Tears her strong bottom on the marble rock. Down on the vale of death, with dismal cries, The fated victims shuddering...
Page 199 - CHAINED in the market-place he stood, A man of giant frame, Amid the gathering multitude That shrunk to hear his name — All stern of look and strong of limb, His dark eye on the ground : — And silently they gazed on him, As on a lion bound. Vainly, but well, that chief had fought, He was a captive now, Yet pride, that fortune humbles not, Was written on his brow. The scars his dark broad bosom wore, Showed warrior true and brave ; A prince among his tribe before, He could not be a slave.
Page 274 - For time at last sets all things even — And if we do but watch the hour, There never yet was human power Which could evade, if unforgiven, The patient search and vigil long Of him who treasures up a wrong.
Page 408 - Away to the Dismal Swamp he speeds — His path was rugged and sore, Through tangled juniper beds of reeds, Through many a fen, where the serpent feeds, And man never trod before.
Page 118 - I will go to my tent, and lie down in despair ; I will paint me with black, and will sever my hair ; I will sit on the shore, where the hurricane blows, And reveal to the god of the tempest my woes ; I will weep for a season, on bitterness fed, For my kindred are gone to the hills of the dead ; But they died not by hunger, or lingering decay ; The steel of the white man hath swept them away.
Page 368 - Nor custom, nor example, nor vast numbers Of such as do offend, make less the sin. For each particular crime a strict account Will be exacted ; and that comfort which The damn'd pretend, fellows in misery, Takes nothing from their torments: every one, Must suffer, in himself, the measure of His wickedness.
Bibliographic information
| Title | "Lords of the Soil": A Romance of Indian Life Among the Early English Settlers American Fiction, 1774-1920 American fiction IV, 1901-1905 |
| Authors | Lydia A. Jocelyn, Nathan Jeffrey Cuffee |
| Illustrated by | A. B. Shute |
| Publisher | C.M. Clark Publishing Company, Incorporated, 1905 |
| Original from | Harvard University |
| Digitized | Jul 2, 2007 |
| Length | 467 pages |
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