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Cooper, James Fenimore, 1789-1851

"The Wept of Wish-Ton-Wish"

But though the sun shone clear
so long, the clouds came at last. There was a dark night fell upon this
valley, Wampanoag, and death and the brand entered my dwelling, together.
Our young men were killed, and----our spirits were sorely tried."
Content paused, for his voice became thick, and his eye had caught a
glimpse of the pale and drooping countenance of her who leaned on the arm
of the still excited and frowning Mark for support. The young chief
listened with a charmed ear. As Content had proceeded, his body was
inclined a little forward, and his whole attitude was that which men
unconsciously assume when intensely occupied in listening to sounds of the
deepest interest.
"But the sun rose again!" said the great chief pointing at the evidences
of prosperity which were everywhere apparent in the settlement, casting at
the same time an uneasy and suspicious glance at his youngest companion.
"The morning was clear, though the night was so dark. The cunning of a
Pale-face knows how to make corn grow on a rock. The foolish Indian eats
roots, when crops fail and is scarce.


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