Historical Collections of Ohio: Containing a Collection of the Most Interesting Facts, Traditions, Biographical Sketches, Anecdotes, Etc., Relating to Its General and Local History : with Descriptions of Its Countries, Principal Towns and Villages : Illustrated by 180 Engravings ...
author, 1849 - 599 страници
Какво казват хората - Напишете рецензия
Не намерихме рецензии на обичайните места.
Други издания - Преглед на всички
acres appearance arms army arrived attack bank battle became boat body brought building built cabin called camp canal Captain carried chief church Cincinnati Cleveland command commenced contains continued corn court creek direction distance early east enemy erected fall feet fire formed Fort four gave ground half hand Harrison head horses hundred Indians inhabitants James John Judge killed laid lake land lived Methodist Miami Michigan miles mill morning mouth night officers Ohio opened party passed persons population present principal prisoner reached received remained residence returned river road Sandusky says Scioto seat settled settlement settlers side situated soon spring square standing taken took town townships trees United village whole woods wounded young
Страница 407 - ... There runs not a drop of my blood in the veins of any living creature. This called on me for revenge. I have sought it: I have killed many: I have fully glutted my vengeance. For my country, I rejoice at the beams of peace. But do not harbor a thought that mine is the joy of fear.
Страница 406 - I appeal to any white man to say, if ever he entered Logan's cabin hungry, and he gave him not meat; if ever he came cold and naked, and he clothed him not. During the course of the last long and bloody war, Logan remained idle in his cabin, an advocate for peace. Such was my love for the whites, that my countrymen pointed as they passed, and said, 'Logan is the friend of white...
Страница 200 - By wintry famine rous'd, from all the tract Of horrid mountains which the shining Alps, And wavy Apennine, and Pyrenees, Branch out stupendous into distant lands; Cruel as death, and hungry as the grave; Burning for blood; bony, and gaunt, and grim. Assembling wolves in raging troops descend; And, pouring o'er the country, bear along, Keen as the north wind sweeps the glossy snow. All is their prize.
Страница 92 - Father, you have got the arms and ammunition which our great father sent for his red children. If you have an idea of going away, give them to us, and you may go and welcome, for us. Our lives are in the hands of the Great Spirit. We are determined to defend our lands, and if it be his will we wish to leave our bones upon them.
Страница 42 - She then thought .of that expression — it is a pleasant thing for the eyes to behold the sun — which words then seemed to her to be very applicable to Jesus Christ.
Страница 92 - You always told us that you would never draw your foot off British ground, but now, father, we see you are drawing back, and we are sorry to see our father doing so without seeing the enemy. We must compare our father's conduct to a fat dog that carries its tail upon its back, but when affrighted, it drops it between its legs and runs off.
Страница 425 - We have beaten the enemy," said he at the council, "twice, under separate commanders. We cannot expect the same good fortune always to attend us. The Americans are now led by a chief who never sleeps. The night and the day are alike to him : and during all the time that he has been marching upon our villages, notwithstanding the watchfulness of our young men, we have never been able to surprise him. Think well of it. There is something whispers me, it would be prudent to listen to his offers of peace.
Страница 318 - All these orders were obeyed with spirit and promptitude; but such was the impetuosity of the charge by the first line of infantry that the Indians and Canadian militia and volunteers were driven from all their coverts in so short a time, that although every...
Страница 92 - Father, listen to your children ! you have them now all before you. " The war before this, our British father gave the hatchet to his red children, when our old chiefs were alive. They are now dead. In that war our father was thrown...
Страница 137 - what shall we do? we're wounded every man; Go charge them, valiant heroes, and beat them if you can." He leaned his back against a tree, and there resigned his breath, And like a valiant soldier sunk in the arms of death; When blessed angels did await his spirit to convey, And unto the celestial fields he quickly bent his way. We charg'd again with courage firm, but soon again gave ground; The war-whoop then redoubled, as did the foes around.