White IndianGeorge W. Jacobs, 1925 - 320 pagine White Indian was the nickname given to a young Englishman who, rejected by an American girl, took to trapper life in the far west mountain country at the time when the decline of the beaver trade was opening the plains and passes and the road to Oregon. |
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Pagina 188
... of the Lamb ; And shall I fear to own His cause , Or blush to speak His name ? Shall I be carried to the skies On flow'ry beds of ease The voices of white women - Isaac Watts of English village psalmody transplanted here into the ...
... of the Lamb ; And shall I fear to own His cause , Or blush to speak His name ? Shall I be carried to the skies On flow'ry beds of ease The voices of white women - Isaac Watts of English village psalmody transplanted here into the ...
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Absaroke ag'in ain't Alice Colton arrow babe baby bad medicine Bannock beaver Black Harris Blackfeet Blackfoot blanket blond giant Borgne camp Captain Shunan caravan Carson chief child cried Cross Eagle Crows Dawn Star Duncan England eyes face fight fire Fitzpatrick Flathead flaxen giant gray ha'r hair hama hand Hooray horse Hudson's Bay Hudson's Bay Company Hyar's Injuns Jim Bridger Joe Meek Kelly kill knife Laforey laughed lodge m'soo Mad Britisher Mariano Markhead meat Mebbe missionary moccasins mought mountain-men mountains Nez Percé girl night Old Glory Oregon Ow-owgh Pahkee Pieds-Noirs pipe Ralph Stockbridge Red Moon Reggie rendezvous rifle robe rode sartin scalp Shoshoni Sioux Sir Ralph skin smiled smoke squaw talk tell thar Thompson Tommy trail trap trappers uttered valley Wagh wait War Eagle warriors white Indian white woman whoop wife wolves women word Yellow Buffalo yore
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Pagina 72 - SO now is come our joyful'st feast; Let every man be jolly, Each room with ivy leaves is drest, And every post with holly. Though some churls at our mirth repine, Round your foreheads garlands twine, Drown sorrow in a cup of wine, And let us all be merry. Now, all our neighbours...
Pagina 188 - Are there no foes for me to face ? Must I not stem the flood ? Is this vile world a friend to grace, To help me on to God...
Pagina 134 - Merry it is in the good greenwood, When the mavis and merle are singing, When the deer sweeps by, and the hounds are in cry, And the hunter's horn is ringing.
Pagina 115 - And heaven and nature sing. 2 Joy to the earth ! the Saviour reigns ; Let men their songs employ ; While fields and floods, rocks, hills and plains. Repeat the sounding joy. 3 No more let sins and sorrows grow, Nor thorns infest the ground ; He comes to make his blessings flow Far as the curse is found.
Pagina 184 - THEY grew in beauty side by side, They filled one home with glee, Their graves are severed far and wide, By mount, and stream, and sea. The same fond mother bent at night O'er each fair sleeping brow, She had each folded flower in sight— Where are those dreamers now? One midst the...
Pagina 159 - But who, if he be called upon to face Some awful moment to which Heaven has joined Great issues, good or bad for human kind, Is happy as a Lover; and attired With sudden brightness, like a Man inspired...
Pagina 105 - L'un a cheval, et 1'autre a pied; L'on, Ion, laridon daine, Lon. ton, laridon dai. 1 Master. Arrived at Sault Ste. Marie, the fleet was often doubled by new comers, so that sometimes sixty canoes swept their way along the north shore, the paddles marking sixty strokes a minute, while the rocks gave back the echoes of Canadian songs rolling out from five hundred...
Pagina 163 - For him there is no longer any future, His life is bright — bright without spot it was And cannot cease to be. No ominous hour Knocks at his door with tidings of mishap. Far off is he, above desire and fear ; No more submitted to the change and chance Of the unsteady planets.
Pagina 165 - ... in my heart, but just one little ray of hope brightening it — her courageous au revoir. Over the plank came Yorke and Clotilde, and strolled slowly up the deck together, Yorke thrumming his banjo and singing a creole love-song he had learned in St. Louis: "Tous les printemps Tan' de nouvelles, Tous les amants Changent de maitresses. Qu'ils changent qui voudront, Pour moi, je garde la mienne.