Oonomoo the Huron

The paths which wound 'mid gorgeous trees, The streams whose bright lips kissed the flowers, The winds that swelled their harmonies, Through these sun-hiding bowers, The temple...

The mountain's sides Are flecked with gleams of light and spots of shade; Here, golden sunshine spreads in mellow rays, and there, Stretching across its hoary breast, deep shado...

Suddenly rose from the South a light, as in autumn the blood-red Moon climbs the crystal walls of heaven, and o'er the horizon, Titan-like, stretches its hundred hands upon moun...

Tis nature's worship--felt--confessed, Far as the life which warms the breast! The sturdy savage midst his clan, The rudest portraiture of man, In trackless woods and boundless...

Tis too late To crush the hordes who have the power and will To rob thee of thy hunting-grounds and fountains, And drive thee backward to the Rocky Mountains.--EDWARD SANFORD.

I leave the Huron shore For emptier groves below! Ye charming solitudes, Ye tall ascending woods, Ye glassy lakes and prattling streams. Whose aspect still was sweet, Whether th...

Hans Vanderbum loitered on his way back to the village, to avoid giving the impression to any who might chance to see him that there was anything unusual upon his mind. The prec...

Upon leaving the Huron, Hans Vanderbum hurried toward the village, as rapidly as the peculiar structure of his body would allow. As has been remarked, he was well acquainted wit...

Oft did he stoop a listening ear, Sweep round an anxious eye, No bark or ax-blow could he hear, No human trace descry. His sinuous path, by blazes, wound Among trunks grouped in...

After parting from Hans Vanderbum, the Huron sped noiselessly through the woods, taking a direction that would lead him to a point on the river fully three hundred yards below w...