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Page 59 - Not as the conqueror comes, They, the true-hearted came; Not with the roll of the stirring drums, And the trumpet that sings of fame; Not as the flying come, In silence and in fear; — They shook the depths of the desert gloom With their hymns of lofty cheer.
Page 60 - Amidst the storm they sang, And the stars heard, and the sea ; And the sounding aisles of the dim woods rang To the anthem of the free ! The ocean eagle soared From his nest by the white wave's foam, And the rocking pines of the forest roared, — This was their welcome home...
Page 60 - From his nest by the white wave's foam ; And the rocking pines of the forest roared — This was their welcome home. There were men with hoary hair Amidst that pilgrim band : Why had they come to wither there, Away from their childhood's land? There was woman's fearless eye, Lit by her deep love's truth ; There was manhood's brow, serenely high, And the fiery heart of youth. What sought they thus afar ? Bright jewels of the mine ? The wealth of seas, the spoils of war ? They sought a faith's pure...
Page 158 - Town on the southeast fork of Beaver Creek. Here we met with an Indian, whom I thought I had seen at Joncaire's, at Venango, when on our journey up to the French fort. This fellow called me by my Indian name, and pretended to be glad to see me. He asked us several questions, as, how we came to travel on foot, when we left Venango, where we parted with our horses, and when they would be there.
Page 159 - We asked the Indian if he could go with us, and show us the nearest way. The Indian seemed very glad, and ready to go with us; upon which we set out, and the Indian took the Major's pack. We travelled very brisk for eight or ten miles, when the Major's feet grew very sore, and he very weary, and the Indian steered too much northeastwardly.
Page 160 - do you go home, and as we are much tired, we will follow your track in the morning and here is a cake of bread for you, and you must give us meat in the morning.
Page 159 - The major or I always stood by the guns; we made him make a fire for us by a little run, as if we intended to sleep there.
Page 169 - A moment later one of those standing by him cried out: "They run, see how they run! " " Who run? " Wolfe asked. " The enemy, sir; they give way everywhere." "Go, one of you, to Colonel Burton," Wolfe said; " tell him to march Webb's regiment down to the Charles River to cut off their retreat from the bridge " ; then turning on his side he said : " Now, God be praised, I will die in peace!
Page 159 - We grew uneasy, and then he said two whoops might be heard from his cabin. We went two miles further. Then the Major said he would stay at the next water, and we desired the Indian to stop at the next water; but, before we came to water, we came to a clear meadow.
Page 141 - Mid laughter and shout and din, The children were piling yule-logs To welcome the Christmas in. "Ah, so! We'll be glad to-morrow," The mother half musing said, As she looked at the eager workers, And laid on a sunny head A touch as of benediction, "For Heaven is just as near The father at far Patuxent As if he were with us here. " So choose ye the pine and holly, And shake from their boughs the snow...