Gustave Aimard,
The Trail-Hunter: A Tale of the Far West
“ The squatter passed his hard hand over his dank brow. A sigh, like a howl, painfully forced its way from his oppressed chest."He was my last born," he said, in a voice broken by an emotion he could not control. "He deserved death, but he ought not to have received it at his brother's hands.""Father!" Nathan muttered."Silence!" Red Cedar shouted, in a hollow voice, as he stamped his foot passionately on the ground; "What is done cannot be undone; but woe to my enemies' family! Oh! I feel now that I can take such vengeance on them as will make all shudder who hear it spoken of!" ”
