Let not my child be a girl, for very sad is the life of a woman. The Prairie. DOWN a broad river of the western wilds, Piercing thick forest glooms, a light canoe Swept with the current : fearful was the speed Of the frail bark, as by a tempest's wing... The poor cousin [by E. Daniel] ed. by the author of 'The Scottish heiress ... - Page 95 by Elizabeth Daniel - 1846 Full view -
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