The pilot: a tale of the sea. By J. Fenimore Cooper.

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slavery, but would live in fieedom, shball be found
inl his exantiple.1
" Such may beS the languiage of that distant
pteo)le, W t0horn ye th;atve adopted il the. phlace of those
thattt ontcet flobrmed home and kin to ye," said Alice,
glanintt hetr eye timidly at his countinancft as if
to distein how far she might vcnttture, \without
awakeniitng hi resentment; t but twhatt \ill thfe
men of th1@e land of your tllirth transmit to theirt
chihlrCnl: who wvill be t0he chlllldren of those that are't
otf your ow\n b)lood?"
"'"t!hey ~will say, Anlice, whyatever their crookiled
policy m1ay suggest or St i r disappointed vani t
c:.an urc II.' B~ut the picture must be drawn by the
fiictnds of the hero as well as by his enemies
I' Iittk youi that there are not pelns as wel ast
swordst i n Am tlerica?"
JI have heitard tlhat America called a land,: John,
whe1re C(-1od has lavished his fivours with alln unsP)ar'ig lianit l; where he has bc,,estowedt dmany
climelts itI tettir seveItra l fruiits, and where his
powtr is exhibited )no l0es than his mercy. It is
said her rive'rs are Nwithout lany known end, and
that lakes are fobund in her bosoti, whic1h would
put ourt (GFeirma n O0cetant to sham-t! The p)lainst
teeingt vtitl verdure, a re spread Over wide t (e -
grees, and yet those swcet valloeys, whichl a single
heart ica)n holi1:d, are not wanting. i n short John,
I hear t it is;a broad land, that can fkirnish food for
ealch passion, and contain olbjeets for every atlfetion."
"Ay, you have fund those, Alice. in::your solitude, whIo have V been} willing to (10 her justice! It
is a country it'that can form a world of itself; and
ai}wh}y tshould t:h}ey who:inherit it t look to other at'tions for their laws;?"
i pretettd not to reason on the rit't t oft t'o: