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Boston tilicum, I am going to die; I am going away like my brothers where?" It was near the gray light of the morning, and a flock of wild geese were heard trumpeting in the air. The boy heard the sound, and started. "Boston tilicum!" "What can I do for you?" "Boston tilicum, listen. Do you hear? What taught the honks where to go?" "The Great Father of all." "He leads them?" "Yes."
"He will lead me?" "Yes." "And teach me when I am gone away. I can trust him. But my father my father! Boston tilicum, he loves me, and he is old." Flock after flock of wild geese flew overhead in the dim light. The boy lay and listened. He seemed to have learned a lesson of faith from the instincts of these migratory birds.
Marlowe Mann "Boston tilicum," as the Siwashes called all the missionaries, teachers, and traders from the East sat down upon a bench of split log and leaned upon his desk, which consisted of two split logs in a rough frame. A curious school confronted him. His pupils numbered fifteen, representing Germany, England, Sweden, New England, and the Indian race.
He seized the rod from behind the woman, and, sweeping it through the air, with kindled eye and glowing cheeks, wheeled before the master. "Boston tilicum, don't you dare!" "Boston tilicum" was the Chinook for an American, and the Chinook or trade language had become common to all the tribes on the Columbia. The early American traders on the Northern Pacific coast were from Boston.
The old chief bent his eye upon him, and said, "And, Boston tilicum, do you be good to Benjamin when I am gone, so that he shall not become like the little brother." "You may play, Gretchen, now it is a solemn hour; the voices of the gods should speak." Gretchen took her violin.
"Yes, yes, I see what white man means. But white man do not so. He cheat he kill." "Boston tilicum, what do you say?" asked the chief. "White man does not follow his best heart when he cheats and kills. It is wrong. All men should be brothers see?" "Yes, I have tried to be a brother. I have no shed blood I live in peace like yonder river. The stars love to shine on the peaceful river.
"How do you know?" Our digger of Greek roots from Cambridge was puzzled. He could not repeat the story of Cadmus to this druid of the forest or make a learned talk on arbitrary signs. He answered happily, however, "Wise men said so." "Me understand." "That is the letter B." "Yes, aha! Boston tilicum, you let her be. Old woman no good; me punish her. Mr.
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