The Hunters of the Hills by Joseph A. (Joseph Alexander) Altsheler
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its women and children, and keeping my word with everybody and trying to
be just to the red races and tribes that are not as good as mine, and even to be the same to the poor white men around the towns that get drunk, and steal, and rob one another,' and maybe your Manitou who is my God would give to me my wish." "The Great Bear has a silver tongue, and the words drop from his lips like honey," said Tayoga. But Robert knew that the young Onondaga was intensely gratified and he knew, too, that Willet meant every word he said. "You'd better make yourself comfortable on the blanket, as we're doing, Tayoga," the youth said. But the Onondaga did not intend to rest just yet. The wildness of the place and the spirit of the storm stirred him. He stood upon the shelf and the others dimly saw his tall and erect young figure. Slowly he began to chant in his own tongue, and his song ran thus in English: "The lightning cleaves the sky, The Brave Soul fears not; The thunder rolls and threatens, Manitou alone speeds the bolt; The waters are deep and swift, They carry the just man unhurt." "O Spirit of Good, hear me, Watch now over our path, Lead us in the way of the right, And, our great labors finished, |
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