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"
Was
it
when
the
Yengeese
and
the
Dutchmanne
fought
for
the
hunting-grounds
of
the
Delawares
?
Then
Tamenund
was
a
chief
,
and
first
laid
aside
the
bow
for
the
lightning
of
the
pale
faces
--
"
"
Nor
yet
then
,
"
interrupted
Cora
,
"
by
many
ages
;
I
speak
of
a
thing
of
yesterday
.
Surely
,
surely
,
you
forget
it
not
.
"
"
It
was
but
yesterday
,
"
rejoined
the
aged
man
,
with
touching
pathos
,
"
that
the
children
of
the
Lenape
were
masters
of
the
world
.
The
fishes
of
the
salt
lake
,
the
birds
,
the
beasts
,
and
the
Mengwe
of
the
woods
,
owned
them
for
sagamores
.
"
Cora
bowed
her
head
in
disappointment
,
and
,
for
a
bitter
moment
,
struggled
with
her
chagrin
.
Then
elevating
her
rich
features
and
beaming
eyes
,
she
continued
,
in
tones
scarcely
less
penetrating
than
the
unearthly
voice
of
the
patriarch
himself
--
"
Tell
me
,
is
Tamenund
a
father
?
"
The
old
man
looked
down
upon
her
from
his
elevated
stand
,
with
a
benignant
smile
on
his
wasted
countenance
,
and
then
casting
his
eyes
slowly
over
the
whole
assemblage
,
he
answered
--
"
Of
a
nation
.
"
"
For
myself
I
ask
nothing
.
Like
thee
and
thine
,
venerable
chief
,
"
she
continued
,
pressing
her
hands
convulsively
on
her
heart
,
and
suffering
her
head
to
droop
until
her
burning
cheeks
were
nearly
concealed
in
the
maze
of
dark
glossy
tresses
that
fell
in
disorder
upon
her
shoulders
,
"
the
curse
of
my
ancestors
has
fallen
heavily
on
their
child
.
But
yonder
is
one
who
has
never
known
the
weight
of
Heaven
's
displeasure
until
now
.
She
is
the
daughter
of
an
old
and
failing
man
,
whose
days
are
near
their
close
.
She
has
many
,
very
many
,
to
love
her
,
and
delight
in
her
;
and
she
is
too
good
,
much
too
precious
,
to
become
the
victim
of
that
villain
.
"
"
I
know
that
the
pale-faces
are
a
proud
and
hungry
race
.
I
know
that
they
claim
not
only
to
have
the
earth
,
but
that
the
meanest
of
their
color
is
better
than
the
sachems
of
the
redman
.
The
dogs
and
crows
of
their
tribes
,
"
continued
the
earnest
old
chieftain
,
without
heeding
the
wounded
spirit
of
his
listener
,
whose
head
was
nearly
crushed
to
the
earth
in
shame
,
as
he
proceeded
,
"
would
bark
and
caw
before
they
would
take
a
woman
to
their
wigwams
whose
blood
was
not
of
the
color
of
snow
.
But
let
them
not
boast
before
the
face
of
the
Manitou
too
loud
.
They
entered
the
land
at
the
rising
,
and
may
yet
go
off
at
the
setting
sun
.
I
have
often
seen
the
locusts
strip
the
leaves
from
the
trees
,
but
the
season
of
blossoms
has
always
come
again
"
