John Paul's book: moral and instructive: consisting of travels, tales, poetry, and like fabrications . campment, andnonchalantly approached the young womans stand. Shereceived me with undisguised coolness, and in reply to mycompliments, addressed to her in the choicest Choctaw at mycommand, spoke spitefully. Have you seen what I said about you in the Great MoralOrgan^ fair lily of the swamp ? I asked by way of get-ting at the exact state of her feelings about it. Yes, Pale Face, she shouted, and if my papa, Hole-in-the-day, or my big brother, The-Man-who-M-alks-under-the-ground, had not gone f
John Paul's book: moral and instructive: consisting of travels, tales, poetry, and like fabrications . campment, andnonchalantly approached the young womans stand. Shereceived me with undisguised coolness, and in reply to mycompliments, addressed to her in the choicest Choctaw at mycommand, spoke spitefully. Have you seen what I said about you in the Great MoralOrgan^ fair lily of the swamp ? I asked by way of get-ting at the exact state of her feelings about it. Yes, Pale Face, she shouted, and if my papa, Hole-in-the-day, or my big brother, The-Man-who-M-alks-under-the-ground, had not gone from the wigwam to procure a jug offire-water, to gladden the hearts of the young w^ho to-night;are to assemble at Den. Murphys shanty over there tocelebrate the Feast of the Full Moon, theyd just snatch youbald-headed, they would, you indiscriminate panderer to adepraved public taste! you retailer of lies and glitteringdealer in false generalities ! you— The maiden of the forest spoke as fast as could any of herwhite sisters, and wnth all the poetry that is supposed todistinguish Indian - // / ?^O-- %^^ ^^wi^^^ ^ ^ ?^ r. ^ -^^ ^V^- >-\ yV^ ^- fi^m . <- U-:. <.<J f/ TALLKI) TO AN ACCOINr. SARAHS SLANDERERS. 165 Summoning al] iny energies to get a word in edgewise, anddrawing upon my recollections of Walter Scott as well as ofFenimore Cooper, I asked in lier own beautiful language,Whats the matter now, proud Sassenach? Pulling a copy of some Troy paper that had just been senther from out the rag-bag where she had ignominiouslydeposited it, she handed it across the counter and pointedMith wrathful look to a marked item. I read:— The Beautiful Indian Girl over whom all the cor-respondents are sighing and slobbering is nothing but aKannuck squaw, with a pumpkin face and a pint of greaseto every square inch of hide visible. I laid down the paper and left the grounds without a word,for I am slow of speech, and I feared that the agile and waryred man-*too-well
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