Category: Historical Novels
Many dark-eyed children played among the rushes By the waters of the inland, plain-like marshes, Made them water babies of the tall brown cattails, Cradled in the baskets of the plaited willows. Of them all was none more gleeful, none more artless Than the little Matoax,[FN#1]...
Many dark-eyed children played among the rushes By the waters of the inland, plain-like marshes, Made them water babies of the tall brown cattails, Cradled in the baskets of the...
2. Chapter 2To the wigwam by the brooklet came the Princess Oft at evening; told to Winganameo softly How the English called her "Guardian Angel," loved her, Gave her presents, daily asked...