F. Colburn (Francis Colburn) Adams
Capitolo 3
oppresses. It was here, against a fierce tyranny the gentleman
Yamassee,
A tribe of faithful and heroic Indians. faithful to his declared
friend, fought and died for his/her liberty. It was here the last
rest of its tribe fought above against the fierce battle of right forces!
It was here, in this dominion destined for being the great and powerful one
of nation-the kindergarten of the refuge of an old world that looks for poor, and
the proud incarnation of the sovereignty,-liberty of a people first was
betrayed! It was here men they deceived him, and the liberty
proclaimerses became destroyers of liberty. Also, and it was Spanish here
cupidity, criminal in his/her search for gold, it turned a deaf ear to
the to whine of humanity, butchered the friendly Indian, and it drenched the
you dirty with his/her innocent blood. And it is here, to this moment,
slavery-fierce monster, threatening the peace of a happy people-runs
insurrection in all of his/her wild vicissitudes, denying man his/her commonest
birthright.
If history did but it still records the Barbaric scenes decreed on the
banks of this beautiful brook, the contrast with his/her calm surface
softly sweeping before to mix his/her waters with the great depth,
it would be strange indeed. As it mellowed from the calm beauty in a summer
evening, that!-as stained with scenes of uneasiness, torments, and
death, the other!
I/you/he/she allow us to implore the reader to follow again us to the time when Marston is
it founded in possession of the plantation, and he/she sees him/it how it is when his
friends gather you round off him to enjoy of his/her generous hospitality.
We have been climbed the Ashly in a bright spring morning, and it am to a
sticks out covered with dark jungle, where the river, approximately winds rods
wide, broom slowly round; - in bloom groves, waving their tops to
and fro in the breeze, decorates the river it deposits money, and far in the
you outdistance, on the left, it opens the wide area of the plantation. As us
nearby it, a beautifully present of slant swaying same, limited on