McGuffey's Sixth Eclectic Reader eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 526 pages of information about McGuffey's Sixth Eclectic Reader.

McGuffey's Sixth Eclectic Reader eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 526 pages of information about McGuffey's Sixth Eclectic Reader.

Not many generations ago, where you now sit, encircled with all that exalts and embellishes civilized life, the rank thistle nodded in the wind and the wild fox dug his hole unscared.  Here lived and loved another race of beings.  Beneath the same sun that rolls over your head, the Indian hunter pursued the panting deer; gazing on the same moon that smiles for you, the Indian lover wooed his dusky mate.  Here the wigwam blaze beamed on the tender and helpless, and the council fire glared on the wise and daring.  Now they dipped their noble limbs in your sedgy lakes, and now they paddled the light canoe along your rocky shores.  Here they warred; the echoing whoop, the bloody grapple, the defying death song, all were here; and when the tiger strife was over, here curled the smoke of peace.

Here, too, they worshiped; and from many a dark bosom went up a fervent prayer to the Great Spirit.  He had not written his laws for them on tables of stone, but he had traced them on the tables of their hearts.  The poor child of nature knew not the God of Revelation, but the God of the universe he acknowledged in everything around.  He beheld him in the star that sank in beauty behind his lonely dwelling; in the sacred orb that flamed on him from his midday throne; in the flower that snapped in the morning breeze; in the lofty pine that defied a thousand whirlwinds; in the timid warbler that never left its native grove; in the fearless eagle, whose untired pinion was wet in clouds; in the worm that crawled at his feet; and in his own matchless form, glowing with a spark of that light, to whose mysterious source he bent in humble though blind adoration.

And all this has passed away.  Across the ocean came a pilgrim bark, bearing the seeds of life and death.  The former were sown for you; the latter sprang up in the path of the simple native.  Two hundred years have changed the character of a great continent, and blotted forever from its face a whole, peculiar people.  Art has usurped the bowers of nature, and the anointed children of education have been too powerful for the tribes of the ignorant.  Here and there a stricken few remain; but how unlike their bold, untamable progenitors.  The Indian of falcon glance and lion bearing, the theme of the touching ballad, the hero of the pathetic tale is gone, and his degraded offspring crawls upon the soil where he walked in majesty, to remind us how miserable is man when the foot of the conqueror is on his neck.

As a race they have withered from the land.  Their arrows are broken, their springs are dried up, their cabins are in the dust.  Their council fire has long since gone out on the shore, and their war cry is fast fading to the untrodden west.  Slowly and sadly they climb the distant mountains, and read their doom in the setting sun.  They are shrinking before the mighty tide which is pressing them away; they must soon hear the roar of the last wave which will settle over them forever.  Ages hence, the inquisitive white man, as he stands by some growing city, will ponder on the structure of their disturbed remains, and wonder to what manner of persons they belonged.  They will live only in the songs and chronicles of their exterminators.  Let these be faithful to their rude virtues as men, and pay due tribute to their unhappy fate as a people.

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