Yonnondio Legends Of The Senecas Indian Traditions And Songs Bird Notes The Months

Author : William Howe Cuyler Hosmer
Publisher : Rarebooksclub.com
ISBN 13 : 9781230021188
Total Pages : 92 pages
Book Rating : 4.0/5 (211 download)

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Download or read book Yonnondio. Legends of the Senecas. Indian Traditions and Songs. Bird-Notes. the Months written by William Howe Cuyler Hosmer and published by Rarebooksclub.com. This book was released on 2013-09 with total page 92 pages. Available in PDF, EPUB and Kindle. Book excerpt: This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1854 edition. Excerpt: ... moss--With flagging pace the bridge they cross, And the place they seek is before them now. " Sweet Lillian! let thy rustic seat Be this old walnut's fallen trunk, And shrink not, though beneath your feet The dark, rich soil hath carnage drunk; For here your roving eyes behold The scenery of that legend old Which thou hast teased me oft to tell--Now list! and heed its import well. '.' 1 " This bending Cove, and the river near An isle from the level mainland sever, Where the blue-bird first salutes the ear With song when the vernal clouds appear, And a quiet beauty lingers ever. On the low and richly wooded shore Are visible remains of yore; And often, when the shelving clay Is worn by the wash of waves away, Rude-implements of other days, And skeletons arrest the gaze. Direct your glance where the river bends, .. And the bank, with a gentle slope, descends; For there, encircled by the wood, The village of the red-man stood. " Yon aged group of maples mark, Flinging shadows long anddark, While round their leaning stems entwine _ The folding arms of the leafy vine. Long, long ago Conesus made His dwelling in their graceful shade; Above them curls, as in time of yore, The smoke of his cone-like lodge no more, With its rude walls hung with trophies torn From the heads of fallen foes; But his name by a rapid stream is borne, That, in its channel deeply worn, ' Near Avonfoams and flows. " His tribe could many a chieftain boast, Far-famed for deeds, but loved him most: Not by hereditary right. Rank did he win above them all, But forced his way by skill in fight, And wisdom in the council-hall. When caught their ears his onset cry, And often to their mountain-hold He chased the Adirondack bold: Full deeply was his hatchet...