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Portrait of Mary Ann Mann Cornelius Mary Ann Mann Cornelius Little Wolf: A Tale of the Western Frontier

Little Wolf gave the offending flowers several slight twiches, this way, and that. "There, how do you think they look now," said she.
"O they do look lovely," said Louise, glancing at herself, admiringly in the mirror, why could not I fix them so?"
Little Wolf gave her head a slight toss of triumph, thereby creating a breezy excitement, quite becoming among her ringlets, and the moss rose buds with which they were ornamented. Her dress was white and gauzy, and her every movement floated it gracefully about her slender figure.
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Portrait of Mary Ann Mann Cornelius Mary Ann Mann Cornelius Little Wolf: A Tale of the Western Frontier

To sheer off, rear high in the air, and plant his fore foot right into the would-be-murderer's brain, was a feat performed without a sign from Little Wolf, who sat like one paralyzed, while Black Hawk in a fury trampled their assailant under his feet. She saw Hank's ghastly face and flaxen ringlets go down, and she saw his life blood spurting far over the pure white snow, and the next instant she was borne swiftly away from the terrible scene.
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Portrait of Mary Ann Mann Cornelius Mary Ann Mann Cornelius Little Wolf: A Tale of the Western Frontier

Mark my words, Edward, the fashion will prove an injury to society; frequent indulgences in any drink that will intoxicate, it is well known, has always proved more or less fatal to the peace and prosperity of communities, as well as individuals. I can well remember the time when social drinking was practised in almost every family, and at all fashionable entertainments, and I well remember the consequences. The ruin it wrought cannot be told. It was wine in the cellar, and on the side board, Edward, as well as stronger drinks that did the mischief.
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