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He is handsome and double of tongue and treacherous. See he would have given me money to coax you to go out in the canoe with me some day to gather reeds. Then he could snatch you away. It was a good deal of money, too!" "O Wenonah!" She fell on the woman's neck and kissed the soft, brown cheek. "He knew you trusted me, that was the evil of him.
In addition, they have to be on hand to receive such white people as may come from the various trading posts and other places. See, here they come from Sagasta-weekee! Alec is at the head of the company. His fleet dogs are never happy now except when first in every crowd. Cozily wrapped up in fur robes in his cariole are Wenonah and Roderick.
"Yes," said Roddy, "I had great times with them, but they always wanted to wrestle with me more than any other kind of sport." "I kept gathering berries," said Wenonah, "while Roddy played with the young bears. The old ones kept me busy now and were just about as greedy as the young ones had been.
You will notice that Walt Whitman describes the Wenonah as being white. The Pennsylvania ferryboats, as we know them, are all the brick-red color that is familiar to the present generation. Perhaps older navigators of the Camden crossing can tell us whether the boats were all painted white in a less smoky era?
One tribe called him Jouskeha, another Messou, another Manabozho, and another Hiawatha. His father was Mudjekeewis, the West Wind. There was an old woman named Nokomis, the granddaughter of the moon, who had a daughter whose name was Wenonah. She was the mother of twin boys, but at their birth she died and so did one of the boys.
When calm again Wenonah went on with the story: "After a while the little ones had enough, and then they began wrestling and playing with each other. They acted as if they wanted Roddy to play with them, and I told him to do so, but not to hurt them, and perhaps the old father and mother bears would not hurt us before we could run away."
The various utensils and supplies necessary for a good time were also forwarded, so that when Mr and Mrs Ross, with Minnehaha, Wenonah, Roderick, and our three lads, arrived they found everything arranged for their comfort. It was an ideal place for an outing.
At the hut of Wenonah, the mistress insisted upon their coming in to supper and Jeanne consented for them both. For, although the bell rang, the gates were no longer closed at six. Marie De Ber made several efforts to see her friend, but her mother's watchful eye nipped them in the bud. One Friday afternoon they met. Wednesday following was to be the betrothal.
There was still crowd enough, but they soon came to a freer space, and he laid his burthen down, standing over her that no one might tread on her. "O Jeanne, are you safe? Thank heaven!" Jeanne caught his hand and pressed it in both of hers. "If we could get to Wenonah!" she said. He picked up his burthen again, but it was very limp. "Open the blanket a little.
It had been so long, so long that she felt afraid she would never hear again. She wanted to run every step of the way, last summer she would have. She almost forgot Wenonah and the silk, then laughed at herself, and outside of the palisades she did run. "You are so good," Wenonah said. "Look at this embroidery, is it not grand? And that I used to color threads where now I can use beautiful silk.
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