SEARCH
0-9 A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z
Prev | Current Page 673 | Next

Cooper, James Fenimore, 1789-1851

"The Wept of Wish-Ton-Wish"

We shall see if it will
know the hair of its son. Narragansett, here are wise men of the
Pale-faces; they will speak to you. If they offer a pipe, smoke: for
tobacco is not plenty with your tribe."
Uncas then turned away, leaving his prisoner to the interrogatories of his
white allies.
"Here is the look of Miantonimoh, Sergeant Ring," observed Ensign Dudley
to his wife's brother, after he had contemplated for a reasonable time the
features of the prisoner. "I see the eye and the tread of the father, in
this young Sachem. And more, Sergeant Ring; the chief favors the boy we
picked up in the fields some dozen years agone, and kept in the block for
the matter of many months, caged like a young panther. Hast forgotten the
night, Reuben, and the lad, and the block? A fiery oven is not hotter than
that pile was getting, before we dove into the earth. I never fail to
think of it, when the good Minister is dealing powerfully with the
punishments of the wicked, and the furnaces of Tophet!"
The silent yeoman comprehended the disconnected allusions of his
relative, nor was he slow in seeing the palpable resemblance between
their prisoner and the Indian boy whose person had once been so familiar
to his eye.


Pages:
661 662 663 664 665 666 667 668 669 670 671 672 673 674 675 676 677 678 679 680 681 682 683 684 685