Orsbourn.

Orsbourn.

I only wish the Laws permitted us

To hunt the savage Herd where e'er they're found;

I'd never leave the Trade of Hunting then,

While one remain'd to tread and range the Wood.[Pg 123]

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Honnyman.

Honnyman.

Curse on the Law, I say, that makes it Death

To kill an Indian, more than to kill a Snake.

What if 'tis Peace? these Dogs deserve no Mercy;

Cursed revengeful, cruel, faithless Devils!

They kill'd my Father and my eldest Brother.

Since which I hate their very Looks and Name.

Orsbourn.

Orsbourn.

And I, since they betray'd and kill'd my Uncle;

Hell seize their cruel, unrelenting Souls!

Tho' these are not the same, 'twould ease my Heart

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