The Dying Hunter To His Dog
The Step Mother
Ah, Hope! what would life be, stripped of thy encouraging smiles, that teach us to look behind the dark clouds of to-day, for the golden beams that are to gild the morrow.
Susanna Moodie (1803-1885), Canadian author. Life in the Clearing, ch. 1 (1853).
The Indian is one of Nature's gentlemenhe never says or does a rude or vulgar thing. The vicious, uneducated barbarians, who form the surplus of overpopulous European countries, are far behind the wild man in delicacy of feeling or natural courtesy.
Susanna Moodie (1803-1885), Canadian author. Roughing It in the Bush, ch. 1 (1852).
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