Green fields and whispering woods; or, The recreations of an American "country gentleman"; embracing journeys over his farm and excursions into his library . to tell you!)I repeat them as Ive seen emBy the savages enacted,—Paint the Indian as I know him ;I depend not upon hearsay,Nor on second-hand close, have I failed ever,Ever made a signal failureIn an Indian to discoverAught poetic or romantic. wherein, for his fathers benefit, he had turned the dry phraseology of adeed into poetry—and, it may be added, was duly clubbed for hispains by his unappreciative male parent — yo
Green fields and whispering woods; or, The recreations of an American "country gentleman"; embracing journeys over his farm and excursions into his library . to tell you!)I repeat them as Ive seen emBy the savages enacted,—Paint the Indian as I know him ;I depend not upon hearsay,Nor on second-hand close, have I failed ever,Ever made a signal failureIn an Indian to discoverAught poetic or romantic. wherein, for his fathers benefit, he had turned the dry phraseology of adeed into poetry—and, it may be added, was duly clubbed for hispains by his unappreciative male parent — you will doubtless admitthat if the general government had early adopted my method of dealingwith the Indian Question, trouble with its copper-colored wardswould long since have ceased. The wards, aforesaid, could not havestood it, you see, and would have faded away — slowly, it may be, butsurely! A SQUAW, ANCIENT AND UGLY. I might further go, to finish This my lengthy introduction, Give my sanction to the saying Of a certain candid red-man: * No good Indian cept dead Indian ! At the doorway of her of poles and bark of basswood, 365. Standing in the ample shadow Cast by elm-trees large and spreading, On the right bank of a river In the land of the Ojibwas, Sat an ancient squaw, Demoyah, Dusky, grim, unprepossessing: Eestless, deep-set eyes, dark, shining. Peered into th adjacent forest; Face broad, hair coal-black, coarse, wiry,- Features these of this old woman,— Uglier than the Medusa, Uglier than pen or pencil— Goethes, Miltons, or Dores — eer Painted Phorkyad, Sin, or Gorgon! From her eyes a light uncanny Like a lambent flame played round her. ;366 HOW SHE WAS RIGGED OUT. What if dainty city dweller,— Tender-footed, superstitious,— Loitering in rural places Idly dujing warm vacation, .In a forest after twilight, Suddenly in lonely valley, Chanced t encounter such weird creature? Would she not to him appear there ^Grislier than any specter By imag
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