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Page 151 - And if it seem evil unto you to serve the Lord, choose you this day whom ye will serve ; whether the gods which your fathers served that were on the other side of the flood, or the gods of the Amorites, in whose land ye dwell : but as for me and my house, we will serve the Lord.
Page 159 - 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.
Page 344 - AND after these things I heard a great voice of much people in heaven, saying, Alleluia; Salvation, and glory, and honour, and power, unto the Lord our God: for true and righteous are his judgments: for he hath judged the great whore, which did corrupt the earth with her fornication, and hath avenged the blood of his servants at her hand.
Page 159 - 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 men.
Page 160 - 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.
Page 160 - But do not harbor a thought that mine is the joy of fear. Logan never felt fear. He will not turn on his heel to save his life.
Page 29 - ... waxing cold and slow within him, and were retreating to their last citadel, the heart, rallied back ; — the film forsook his eyes for a moment ; — he looked up wishfully in my uncle Toby's face, then cast a look upon his boy ; — and that ligament, fine as it was, was never broken. — Nature instantly ebbed again ; — the film returned to its place ; — the pulse fluttered, — stopped,— went on, — throbbed, — stopped again, — moved, stopped. — Shall I go on? No.
Page 164 - ... sordid drabness, their utter poverty of inspiration, their lack of men and women above the plane of two-legged horses and cattle. There are too many such in all human societies; but I have spent a good deal of my life in such communities, and I have never failed from time to time and at important crises in my life to make contact with the souls who led me outward and upward.
Page 158 - Lucy." Most of the words were of one syllable, but "How doth the little busy bee" was in it, I am certain, and "I like to see a little dog and pat him on the head." It was an easy book, and if it fell short of the power in the moral and religious fields of the more advanced volumes — why, so did its students in the practice of the vices and the need for reproof or warning. My mastery of the First and Second Readers — just the opening of the marvels of the printed page — was a poignant delight....
Page 18 - Cod had cleared the fields, and stood at last with the forests behind them, gazing with dazzled eyes sheltered under the cupped hands of toil out over a sea of grassy hillocks, while standing in the full light of the sun.