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presence to listen, and then with a fine military elevation. of his head, and with a voice that might be heard in every part of that numerous assembly, he pronounced the emphatic word "Here!"

A movement so entirely unexpected, and the air of 5 grandeur and humility which were so remarkably united in the mien of the trapper, together with the clear and uncommon force of his utterance, produced a short period of confusion in the faculties of all present. When Middleton and Hard Heart, who had each involuntarily extended 10 a hand to support the form of the old man, turned to him again, they found that the subject of their interest was removed forever beyond the necessity of their care.

"A valiant, a just, and a wise warrior has gone on the path which will lead him to the blessed grounds of his 15 people!" said an old Indian. "Go, my children; remember the just chief of the palefaces and clear your own tracks from briers!"

The grave was made beneath the shade of some noble oaks. It has been carefully watched to the present hour 20 by the Pawnees, and it is often shown to the traveler and the trader as a spot where a just white man sleeps.

Abridged.

Paw'nee a tribe of Indians. - Hard Heart: the chief of the Pawnees.Compare this with Thackeray's account of the death of Colonel Newcome (page 122) written thirty years later than Cooper's story. Hector: the trapper's dog, his faithful companion in former wanderings.

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SAY NOT, THE STRUGGLE NAUGHT AVAILETH

ARTHUR HUGH CLOUGH

ARTHUR HUGH CLOUGH (klŭf) was an English poet. He was born in 1819. As a child he lived for a time in the United States, but he was educated in England. Later he taught and lectured in Cambridge, Mass. He died in Italy in 1861.

Say not, the struggle naught availeth,
The labor and the wounds are vain,
The enemy faints not, nor faileth,

And as things have been they remain.

If hopes were dupes, fears may be liars;
It may be, in yon smoke concealed,
Your comrades chase e'en now the fliers,

And, but for you, possess the field.

For while the tired waves, vainly breaking,
Seem here no painful inch to gain,

Far back, through creeks and inlets making,
Comes silent, flooding in, the main.

And not by eastern windows only,

When daylight comes, comes in the light,
In front, the sun climbs slow, how slowly,
But westward, look, the land is bright.

THE POLICY OF PEACE

JOHN C. CALHOUN

JOHN C. CALHOUN (1782-1850) was a famous American statesman. Webster, his great political opponent, said of him that nothing "low or meanly selfish came near the head or the heart of Mr. Calhoun.”

NOTE. Calhoun, Webster, and Clay were the three greatest names in the Senate of 1833. "They represented the three sections, South, East, and 5 West. Calhoun engaged the attention of philosophers, Webster the ear of the lawyers, Clay the sympathies of the people. Clay was the great leader, Webster the great orator, Calhoun the great thinker" (Edward Everett).

A peaceful intercourse with the nations of the earth points to that inspiring day which philosophers have 10 hoped for, which poets have seen in their bright dreams of fancy, and which prophets have beheld in holy vision when men shall learn war no more. Who can contemplate a state of the world like this and not feel his heart exult at the prospect? I am against war because 15 peace-peace is, above everything else, our policy. Our great mission as a people is to occupy this vast dominion

to level the forests and let in upon their solitudes the light of day; to clear the swamps and make them ready for the plow and the sickle; to spread over hill and dale 20 the echoes of human labor and human happiness; to fill the land with cities and towns; to unite its most distant points by turnpikes and railroads; to scoop out canals and open rivers that may serve as highways for trade.

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If we can preserve peace, who shall set bounds to our prosperity or our success? With one foot planted on the Atlantic and the other on the Pacific, we occupy a position between the two old continents of the world, a position 5 which necessarily secures to us the commerce and the influence of both. If we abide by the counsels of common sense, if we succeed in preserving our liberties, we shall in the end exhibit a spectacle such as the world never saw.

I know that this one great mission is encompassed with 10 many difficulties; but such is the energy of our political system, and such is its expansive capability, that it may be made to govern the widest space. If by war we become great, we cannot be free; if we will be both great and free, our policy is peace.

men shall learn war no more: see Isaiah ii. 4.

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Clearly, beyond question, whatsoever be our theories about human nature and its capabilities and outcomes, the less war and cutting of throats we have among us, the better it will be for us all. One rejoices much to see that immeasurable tendencies of the time are already pointing 20 to this result, that as men no longer wear swords in the

streets, so neither by-and-by will nations. - Thomas Carlyle.

THE RENUNCIATION

EDWIN ARNOLD

SIR EDWIN ARNOLD (1832-1904) was an English poet whose long residence in India made him familiar with Eastern legends. His most popular poem is "The Light of Asia."

NOTE. In "The Light of Asia" the poet tells the story of the Eastern prince who gave up all that made life dear to him so that he might if 5 possible save the world from sin, pain, and death. It is the story of the great teacher Buddha whose followers to-day are numbered by the million. Self-sacrifice is the essence of the Buddhist religion as it is of the Christian.

So are we kin

To all that is; and thus, if one might save
Man from his curse, the whole wide world should share
The lightened horror of this ignorance

Whose shadow is chill fear, and cruelty

Its bitter pastime. Yea, if one might save!

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And means must be! There must be refuge! Men
Perished in winter winds till one smote fire

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From flint stones coldly hiding what they held,
The red spark treasured from the kindling sun.
They gorged on flesh like wolves, till one sowed corn,
Which grew a weed, yet makes the life of man;
They mowed and babbled till some tongue struck speech,
And patient fingers framed the lettered sound.
What good gift has my brothers, but it came
From search and strife and loving sacrifice?

If one, then, being great and fortunate,

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