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If I was tied to that tree, I would expect and desire him to have his revenge, to do to me as I do to him; and I would sing my death-song, as he sings his. Missionary, your rule is Indian rule, good rule, missionary. Humph!" And he sticks more splinters into his victim, brandishes his tomahawk, and yells.
As compared with this scientific conception, the doctrine of immortality of scholastic psychology has about the same value as the materialistic conceptions of the Red Indian about a future life in Schiller's "Nadowessian Death-Song." Monistic Ethic.
The funeral hymn, the death-song, the epitaph of the aristocratic idea; we discovered it, we Continentalists; not his own countrymen. He takes his types from amongst those privileged by strength, beauty, and individual power.
The Adirondacks or the Green Mountains might have been here referred to. Parkman, in his "Pioneers of France in the New World," adds to this narrative the following: "At night the victors led out one of the prisoners, told him that he was to die by fire, and ordered him to sing his death-song, if he dared.
The girl dropped to the ground, drew her blanket over her head, and began to sing her death-song. "So the black-coat and the woman-stealer have come to die before the Indian's god?" sneered the chief. "If it be God's will, we will die defying your god and you," replied Marquette. "Yet we fear not death, and if God willed he could deliver us as easily as he could destroy that worthless image."
The Mohawk hardly feels the scalping-knife while he shouts his death-song. The power which the ancient bards of Wales and Germany exercised over their auditors seems to modern readers almost miraculous. Such feelings are very rare in a civilized community, and most rare among those who participate most in its improvements. They linger longest among the peasantry.
Wild, strange notes they were, that struck vibrant chords in my own quivering being, and the song was the death-song. Ay, and the life-song of a soul which had come into the world even as mine own.
On reaching the wreck, however, this shriek became hoarse with rage, and howled as it shook the rigging. It used the shrouds and stays of the still upright mainmast as an aeolian harp from which to draw horrible music. It made the tense ropes tremble and thrill, and tortured the spars until they wailed a death-song.
It is the bounding of the Berserker blood in us, the murmuring echo of the old death-song of Regnar Lodbrog, as he lay amid vipers in his dungeon: "What is the fate of a brave man, but to fall amid the foremost? He who is never wounded has a weary lot." This makes the fascination of war, which is in itself, of course, brutal and disgusting. Dr.
"Onontio is a fool! Who told him to leave his rifle in his lodge? He knoweth not so much as a beast or a reptile. When the bear roameth in the forest, doth he leave his claws in his den, or the rattlesnake, his teeth in the hole in the rocks? Let Onontio sing his death-song, but, softly, lest the north wind bear it to the cub, who is waiting for the second bullet in the pouch of Ohquamehud."
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