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Antiquities of the Southern Indians: Particularly of the Georgia Tribes (1873)
Charles C. Jones Jr.
No preview available - 2008
Antiques of the Southern Indians, Particularly of the Georgia Tribes
Charles C. Jones
No preview available - 2008
Aboriginal Adair American Ethnological Society American Indians ancient arrow and spear banks Bartram Bartram's Travels beads beautiful bones bowl Brevis Narratio Buckingham Smith Cabeca de Vaca cacique calumet cane canoes ceramic art Cherokees circular clay coast copper Creeks dead deer discoidal stones earth edge erected Etowah Etowah River feathers feet fire fish flint Florida Francoforti Georgia groove ground Gulf of Mexico half head Hernando de Soto History of Carolina idols implements inhumation interred labor length London Louisiana maize manufacture ments mico Mississippi monuments mound natives North observed ornaments pearls perforated pipes Plate polished possessed pottery present primitive relic-beds relics rude Savannah River sepulchral shape SHELL-MONEY shells sides skeletons skin soapstone South Carolina Southern Indians specimens stone graves surface Tennessee thick tion town translated by Buckingham trees tribes tumuli Valley various vessels Virginia wampum warriors wood York
Page 414 - The intelligible forms of ancient poets, The fair humanities of old religion, The power, the beauty, and the majesty, That had their haunts in dale or piny mountain, Or forest, by slow stream or pebbly spring, Or chasms, and watery depths ; all these have vanished ; They live no longer in the faith of reason...
Page 416 - Ceterum nec cohibere parietibus deos, neque in ullam humani oris speciem assimulare, ex magnitudine coelestium arbitrantur : lucos ac nemora consecrant, deorumque nominibus appellant secretum illud, quod sola reverentia vident.
Page 69 - I will be master of what is mine own : She is my goods, my chattels ; she is my house, My household stuff, my field, my barn, My horse, my ox, my ass, my any thing...
Page 117 - And scattered in the furrows lie The weapons of his rest, And there, in the loose sand, is thrown Of his large arm the mouldering bone.
Page 414 - They live no longer in the faith of reason ! But still the heart doth need a language, still Doth the old instinct bring back the old names, And to yon starry world they now are gone, Spirits or gods, that used to share this earth With man as with their friend...
Page 207 - Our lives are rivers, gliding free To that unfathomed, boundless sea, The silent grave ! Thither all earthly pomp and boast Roll, to be swallowed up and lost In one dark wave. Thither the mighty torrents stray, Thither the brook pursues its way, And tinkling rill. There all are equal. Side by side The poor man and the son of pride Lie calm and still.
Page 261 - The master-workman, seated on the ground, lays one of these flakes on the palm of his left hand, holding it firmly down with two or more fingers of the same hand, and with his right hand, between the thumb and two forefingers, places his chisel (or punch) on the point that is to be broken off; and a cooperator (a striker) sitting in front of him, with a mallet of very hard wood, strikes the chisel (or punch) on the upper end, flaking the flint off on the under side, below each projecting point that...
Page 342 - ... kept with the strictest religious care from one generation to another, and are exempted from being buried with the dead. They belong to the town where they are used, and are carefully preserved.
Page 307 - But previous to their carrying off their crops from the field, there is a large crib or granary, erected in the plantation, which is called the King's crib; and to this each family carries and deposits a certain quantity, according to his ability or inclination, or none at all if he so chooses...