Ponteach; Or, The Savages of America

Ay, any Thing to get an honest Living, Which 'faith I find it hard enough to do; Times are so dull, and Traders are so plenty, That Gains are small, and Profits come but slow.

Long have we toil'd, and rang'd the Woods in vain, No Game, nor Track, nor Sign of any Kind Is to be seen; I swear I am discourag'd And weary'd out with this long fruitless Hunt...

What shall we do with these damn'd bawling Indians? They're swarming every Day with their Complaints Of Wrongs and Injuries, and God knows what-- I wish the Devil would take the...

Here are we met to represent our King, And by his royal Bounties to conciliate These Indians' Minds to Friendship, Peace, and Love. But he that would an honest Living get In Tim...

The Day's Toil's ended, and the Ev'ning smiles With all the Joy and Pleasantness of Plenty. Our good Success and Fortune in the Chace Will make us Mirth and Pastime for the Nigh...

My Sons, and trusty Counsellor Tenesco, As the sweet smelling Rose, when yet a Bud, Lies close conceal'd, till Time and the Sun's Warmth Hath swell'd, matur'd, and brought it fo...

As the young Hunter, anxious in the Chace, With beating Heart and quivering Hand espies The wish'd for Game, and trembles for th' Event, So I behold the bright Monelia's Steps,...

Well! have you found the Secret of my Dream, By all your Cries, and Howls, and Sweats, and Prayers? Or is the Meaning still conceal'd from Man, And only known to Genii and the G...

I've half succeeded with the stubborn Chief. He will not join in Council, but hath promised, Till further Notice, not to be our Foe: He'll see how we unite, and what Success Att...

The Troops are all assembled, some have march'd, Perhaps are now engag'd, and warm in Battle; The rest have Orders where to bend their Course. Each Tribe is headed by a valiant...

Did you not know she was King Hendrick's Daughter? Did you not know that she was not your Wife? Have you not told us, holy Men like you Are by the Gods forbid all fleshly Conver...

His Love may spur him on with greater Courage; He thinks he's fighting for a double Prize; And but for this, and Hopes of greater Service In forwarding the Treaty with the Mohaw...

You may depend upon 't, we all must die, I've made such Havoc, they'll have no Compassion; They only wait to study out new Torments: All that can be inflicted or endur'd, We may...

As a dark Tempest brewing in the Air, For many Days hides Sun and Moon, and Stars, At length grown ripe, bursts forth and forms a Flood That frights both Men and Beasts, and dro...

Never were Funeral Rites bestow'd more just; Who knew them living, must lament them dead; Who sees them dead, must wish to grace their Tombs With all the sad Respect of Grief an...

A wretched Sight indeed; [_Going towards them._ Oh, my Monelia; has thy Spirit fled? Art thou no more? a bloody, breathless Corpse! Am I return'd full flush'd with Hopes of Joy,...

His Grief no Doubt will rise into a Rage, To see his Charmer rolling in her Blood, I choose to see him not till my Return; By then the Fierceness of the Flame may cease; Nay, he...

The Torrent rises, and the Tempest blows; Where will this rough, rude Storm of Ruin end? What crimson Floods are yet to drench the Earth? What new-form'd Mischiefs hover in the...