The beaver trappers, tr. from the Germ. of Horan by J. Henderson: and other stories |
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... weih very heartily , disappeared in the crowd . As Ralph now went into the wigwam , this girl flew to meet the chief , who pressed her tenderly to his bosom . " Eimoa , " he said , " this pale 6 * THE PRISONER AMONG HIS ENEMIES . 65.
... weih very heartily , disappeared in the crowd . As Ralph now went into the wigwam , this girl flew to meet the chief , who pressed her tenderly to his bosom . " Eimoa , " he said , " this pale 6 * THE PRISONER AMONG HIS ENEMIES . 65.
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... Eimoa immediately brought a little vessel of water , and , after the practice of the Indian women , would have bathed his feet herself ; but that Ralph would not permit . As she looked up at him with surprise , he turned to her fa- ther ...
... Eimoa immediately brought a little vessel of water , and , after the practice of the Indian women , would have bathed his feet herself ; but that Ralph would not permit . As she looked up at him with surprise , he turned to her fa- ther ...
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... Eimoa afterwards brought in some fruit , and then retired to her own wig- wam , which stood at the side of her father's , and left the chief and the young man to enjoy the sleep which they so much needed . The next morning Ralph was ...
... Eimoa afterwards brought in some fruit , and then retired to her own wig- wam , which stood at the side of her father's , and left the chief and the young man to enjoy the sleep which they so much needed . The next morning Ralph was ...
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... Eimoa was then only a child . Her mother had died at her birth , and Tsa - ut - weih had never taken an- other wife . His wife's sister had brought up the little child , who was the picture of her mother . His son was killed in a fight ...
... Eimoa was then only a child . Her mother had died at her birth , and Tsa - ut - weih had never taken an- other wife . His wife's sister had brought up the little child , who was the picture of her mother . His son was killed in a fight ...
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... Eimoa dispersed these thoughts . She looked kindly at her father , whose un- accustomed softness of manner she had ob- served , and said quietly , “ Does not this pale- face remind you of some one for whom we grieve ? " The chief was ...
... Eimoa dispersed these thoughts . She looked kindly at her father , whose un- accustomed softness of manner she had ob- served , and said quietly , “ Does not this pale- face remind you of some one for whom we grieve ? " The chief was ...
Términos y frases comunes
animals arms bank bark beaver trapper Betsy Blackfeet blessing buffaloes canoe castoreum chief child colour Dame Van Winkle danger dark death deep dreadful dress earth Eimoa endeavoured enemies escape exclaimed eyes face father fatigue fear feel feet fell felt fire floating wood George Somers grass grave grizzly bear ground hand head heard heart hill horses How-ku-tho hunt hunters husband Indians Jack Williams journey Kansas KANSAS RIVER labour live looked magicians Missouri mother mountain neighbourhood neighbours never night pale-face passed Peter Stuyvesant poor widow prairie quadruped Ralph Rip Van Winkle river savages scalp scarcely seemed seen side silence skins soon sorrow soul stood story strange tail taken Thou thought tion tomahawk Toskatnay traps tree tribe Tsa-ut-weih turned village Vincent Brooks wife wigwam wild woman wood young
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Página 180 - Alas! gentlemen," cried Rip, somewhat dismayed, "I am a poor, quiet man, a native of the place and a loyal subject of the King, God bless him!" Here a general shout burst from the bystanders: "A Tory, a Tory! A spy! A refugee! Hustle him! Away with him!" It was with great difficulty that the self-important man in the cocked hat restored order, and having assumed a tenfold austerity of brow, demanded again of the unknown culprit what he came there for, and whom he was seeking. The poor man humbly...
Página 186 - The old Dutch inhabitants, however, almost universally gave it full credit. Even to this day they never hear a thunder-storm of a summer afternoon about the Kaatskill, but they say Hendrick Hudson and his crew are at their game of ninepins ; and it is a common wish of all henpecked husbands in the neighborhood, when life hangs heavy on their hands, that they might have a quieting draught out of Rip Van Winkle's flagon.
Página 177 - ... skirts of the village. A troop of strange children ran at his heels, hooting after him and pointing at his gray beard. The dogs too, not one of which he recognized for an old acquaintance, barked at him as he passed. The very village was altered ; it was larger and more populous. There were rows of houses which he had never seen before, and those which had been his familiar haunts had disappeared. Strange names were over the doors, strange faces at the windows ; everything was strange.
Página 169 - The opinions of this junto were completely controlled by Nicholas Vedder, a patriarch of the village, and landlord of the inn, at the door of which he took his seat from morning till night, just moving sufficiently to avoid the sun and keep in the shade of a large tree, so that the neighbours could tell the hour by his movements as accurately as by a sundial.
Página 103 - BLESS the LORD, O my soul : And all that is within me, bless his holy name. Bless the LORD, 0 my soul, And forget not all his benefits : Who forgiveth all thine iniquities; Who healeth all thy diseases; Who redeemeth thy life from destruction ; Who crowneth thee with lovingkindness and tender mercies ; Who satisfieth thy mouth with good things ; So that thy youth is renewed like the eagle's.
Página 174 - What seemed particularly odd to Rip was, that, though these folks were evidently amusing themselves, yet they maintained the gravest faces, the most mysterious silence; and were, withal, the most melancholy party of pleasure he had ever witnessed.
Página 170 - ... of his wife, was to take gun in hand and stroll away into the woods. Here he would sometimes seat himself at the foot of a tree, and share the contents of his wallet with Wolf, with whom he sympathized as a fellow-sufferer in persecution. "Poor Wolf...
Página 186 - He used to tell his story to every stranger that arrived at Mr. Doolittle's hotel. He was observed, at first, to vary on some points every time he told it, which was, doubtless, owing to his having so recently awaked.
Página 169 - How solemnly they would listen to the contents, as drawled out by Derrick Van Bummel, the schoolmaster, a dapper learned little man, who was not to be daunted by the most gigantic word in the dictionary; and how sagely they would deliberate upon public events some months after they had taken place.
Página 196 - There is something in sickness that breaks down the pride of manhood ; that softens the heart, and brings it back to the feelings of infancy. Who that has languished, even in advanced life, in sickness and despondency ; who that has pined on a weary bed in the neglect and loneliness of a foreign land ; but has thought on the mother " that looked on his childhood...