"We may not meet to-morrow; who can tell / What mighty ills befall our little band, / Or what you'll suffer from the white man's hand?" In these dramatic monologues and lyrical invocations of Canada's wilderness, E. Pauline Johnson employs English verse to not only explore her Mohawk heritage, but to lend her voice to the plight of all persecuted peoples.
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