The Savage (Paperback)

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1833. Excerpt: ... poisons in a golden cup, and sweetens the draught with Hyblean honey. She is a sorceress. LETTER III. From Chotahowee, a warrior of the Cherokee nation, to Piomingo, a headman and warrior of the Muscogulgee confederacy. Father My beloved friend Dr. Calomel, who resides in our town, writes down this talk. May it reach you in safety Father Have you learned to love your enemies and hate your friends? Have you learned to chatter like a jay about nothing? Do you tell every one you meet that it is a beautiful day, and then listen to some intelligence equally interesting? Every time you encounter an acquaintance, do you say, How d'ye do? or How do you stand it this morning? Do you ask every one you see what news there is stirring, and then proceed, without waiting for an answer, to communicate some important observation of your own? Do you sit several hours at dinner and slander your neighbors who are absent, and speak smooth things to those who are present? Do you understand cookery more perfectly than the oldest of our squaws? Can you tell how much cream, how much butter, how much pepper, how much salt, how much vinegar, and how much of an infinite number of ingredients, for which we Indians have no name, must enter into the composition of a single civilized dish? Do you begin to carry before you a mountain of guts, and to pant when you walk up a hill? Do you begin to have a. comfortable variety of fevers, gouts, consumptions, chachexies, apoplexies, and rheumatisms? Do you begin to catch cold Father inform me, I beseech you, in your next letter, whether or not you begin to catch cold. Do you have what Doctor Calomel calls nervous diseases? Are you occasionally troubled with imaginary distempers? Is your nose sometimes converted into edible cheese, or you...