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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=386579" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Ojistoh</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I am Ojistoh, I am she, the wife <br>Of him whose name breathes bravery and life <br>And courage to the tribe that calls him chief. <br>I am Ojistoh, his white star, and he <br>Is land, and lake, and sky--and soul to me. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ah! but they hated him, those Huron braves, <br>Him who had flung their warriors into graves, <br>Him who had crushed them underneath his heel <br>Whose arm was iron, and whose heart was steel <br>To all--save me, Ojistoh, chosen wife <br>Of my great Mohawk, white star of his life. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ah! but they hated him, and councilled long <br>With subtle witchcraft how to work him wrong; <br>How to avenge their dead, and strike him where <br>His pride was highest, and his fame most fair. <br>Their hearts grew weak as women at his name: <br>They dared no war-path since my Mohawk came <br>With ashen bow, and flinten arrow-head <br>To pierce their craven bodies; but their dead <br>Must be avenged. Avenged? They dared not walk <br>In day and meet his deadly tomahawk; <br>They dared not face his fearless scalping knife; <br>So--Niyoh!*--then they thought of me, his wife. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">O! evil, evil face of them they sent <br>With evil Huron speech: &quot;Would I consent <br>To take of wealth? be queen of all their tribe? <br>Have wampum ermine?&quot; Back I flung the bribe <br>Into their teeth, and said, &quot;While I have life <br>Know this--Ojistoh is the Mohawk's wife.&quot; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Wah! how we struggled! But their arms were strong. <br>They flung me on their pony's back, with thong <br>Round ankle, wrist, and shoulder. Then upleapt <br>The one I hated most: his eye he swept <br>Over my misery, and sneering said, <br>&quot;Thus, fair Ojistoh, we avenge our dead.&quot; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And we two rode, rode as a sea wind-chased, <br>I, bound with buckskin to his hated waist, <br>He, sneering, laughing, jeering, while he lashed <br>The horse to foam, as on and on we dashed. <br>Plunging through creek and river, bush and trail, <br>On, on we galloped like a northern gale. <br>At last, his distant Huron fires aflame <br>We saw, and nearer, nearer still we came. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I, bound behind him in the captive's place, <br>Scarely could see the outline of his face. <br>I smiled, and laid my cheek against his back: <br>&quot;Loose thou my hands,&quot; I said. &quot;This pace let slack. <br>Forget we now that thou and I are foes. <br>I like thee well, and wish to clasp thee close; <br>I like the courage of thine eye and brow; <br>I like thee better than my Mohawk now.&quot; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">He cut the cords; we ceased our maddened haste <br>I wound my arms about his tawny waist; <br>My hand crept up the buckskin of his belt; <br>His knife hilt in my burning palm I felt; <br>One hand caressed his cheek, the other drew <br>The weapon softly--&quot;I love you, love you,&quot; <br>I whispered, &quot;love you as my life.&quot; <br>And--buried in his back his scalping knife. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ha! how I rode, rode as a sea wind-chased, <br>Mad with sudden freedom, mad with haste, <br>Back to my Mohawk and my home. I lashed <br>That horse to foam, as on and on I dashed. <br>Plunging thro' creek and river, bush and trail, <br>On, on I galloped like a northern gale. <br>And then my distant Mohawk's fires aflame <br>I saw, as nearer, nearer still I came, <br>My hands all wet, stained with a life's red dye, <br>But pure my soul, pure as those stars on high-- <br>&quot;My Mohawk's pure white star, Ojistoh, still am I.&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Emily+Pauline+Johnson">Emily Pauline Johnson</a><div class=q>
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Of him whose name breathes bravery and life 
And courage to the tribe that calls him chief. 
I am Ojistoh, his white star, and he 
Is land, and lake, and sky--and soul to me. 

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