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Identifier: newenglandmagaziv37bost (find matches)
Title: The New England magazine
Year: 1887 (1880s)
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Publisher: Boston : (New England Magazine Co.)
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mained silent. Wilt thou name the traitor ? T is the third and lasttime. The agony of the mother waxed more bitter; again she sought theeye of Naoman, but it was cold and motionless. A pause of a momentawaited her reply, and the next moment the tomahawks were raised overthe heads of the children, who besought their mother not to let them bemurdered. Stop! cried Naoman. All eyes were turned upon him. Stop! re-peated he in a tone of authority. White woman, thou hast kept thy wordwith me to the last moment. I am the traitor. I have eaten of the salt,warmed myself at the fire, shared the kindness of these Christian whitepeople, and it was I that told them of their danger. I am a withered, leaf-less, branchless trunk; cut me down if you will. I am ready. A yell ofindignation sounded on all sides. Naoman descended from the little bankwhere he sat, shrouded his face with his mantle of skins, and submitted tohis fate. He fell dead at the feet of the white woman by a blow of the tom-ahawk. 460
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S3 1§ w 1 THE PALISADES —HUDSON RIVER THE first feature of the celebrated banks of the Hudson, which arreststhe eye of the traveller after leaving New York, is this singular wallof rock, extending as far onward as he can see, and forming a bold barricadeagainst the river on the side of New Jersey. This singular precipice variesin height from fifty to two hundred feet, and presents a naked front of col-umnar strata, which gives it its descriptive name. The small sloops whichlie along under the shore, loading with building stone from its base, and anoccasional shed, diminished to the size of a dog-kennel, across the breadthof the river, are the only marks of life and habitation it presents to the trav-ellers eye. With most persons, to mention the Palisades is to recall only the con-fusion of a steamers deck, just off from the wharf, with a freight of sevenor eight hundred souls hoping to take tea in Albany. The scene is one ofinextricable confusion, and it is not till the twenty mile

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