Tragedies of the Wilderness: Or, True and Authentic Narratives of Captives, who Have Been Carried Away by the Indians from the Various Frontier Settlements of the United States, from the Earliest to the Present Time. Illustrating the Manner and Customs, Barbarous Rites and Ceremonies, of the North American Indians, and Their Various Methods of Torture Practised Upon Such as Have from Time to Time, Fallen Into Their Hands
Antiquarian bookstore and institute, 1841 - 354 Seiten
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Seite 29 - I had fainted, unless I had believed to see the goodness of the Lord in the land of the living. Wait on the Lord: be of good courage, and he shall strengthen thine heart: wait, I say, on the Lord.
Seite 31 - Oh that my people had hearkened unto me, and Israel had walked in my ways! I should soon have subdued their enemies, and turned my hand against their adversaries.
Seite 37 - Have pity upon me, have pity upon me, O ye my friends; For the hand of God hath touched me.
Seite 39 - For a small moment have I forsaken thee ; But with great mercies will I gather thee. In a little wrath I hid my face from thee for a moment; But with everlasting kindness will I have mercy on thee, Saith the Lord thy Redeemer.
Seite 30 - Thus saith the Lord ; Refrain thy voice from weeping, and thine eyes from tears: for thy work shall be rewarded, saith the Lord ; and they shall come again from the land of the enemy. And there is hope in thine end, saith the Lord, that thy children shall come again to their own border.
Seite 40 - Like a crane or a swallow, so did I chatter: I did mourn as a dove : Mine eyes fail with looking upward: O Lord, I am oppressed ; undertake for me.
Seite 21 - Some in our house were fighting for their lives, others wallowing in blood, the house on fire over our heads, and the bloody heathen ready to knock us on the head if we stirred out. Now might we hear mothers and children crying out for themselves and one another, "Lord, what shall we do?
Seite 284 - Mr. Tracy, happened to call upon me, saying that another canoe had just arrived from Detroit, and proposing that I should go with him to the beach, to inquire the news, it so happened that I still remained,, to finish my letters, promising to follow Mr.