though secondary colonialism requires a temporary experience that is not consciously embedded within the umbrella of colonialism.

our yoga teacher told us all to put our hands together and say, “namaste”. She then said a few words in another language, Sanskrit, which was originally used to communicate with the Hindu Gods.

She was barefoot, and told us we didn’t need to take our socks off.

Fitness is a lifestyle,

This may be because she feels the need to resist a feeling of sameness between her situation and her daughter’s

This memory is triggered by her husband’s attempted rape of her daughter (who is the product of an incestual rape), as well as by the scent of her mother in her sister’s apartment.

In her case, the “something familiar and old” is the sexual abuse she endures from her father.

which showed too plainly that the man could not become a thing.

Certain it was that he gave her unlimited scope in all her benevolent efforts for the comfort, instruction, and improvement of her servants, though he never took any decided part in them himself.

but you know humanity comes out in a variety of strange forms now-a-days, and there is no end to the odd things that humane people will say and do.

Tom comes back, sure enough; I knew he would

“No; I mean, really, Tom is a good, steady, sensible, pious fellow. He got religion at a camp-meeting, four years ago; and I believe he really did get it. I’ve trusted him, since then, with everything I have,—money, house, horses,—and let him come and go round the country; and I always found him true and square in everything.”

He was much over-dressed, in a gaudy vest of many colors, a blue neckerchief, bedropped gayly with yellow spots, and arranged with a flaunting tie, quite in keeping with the general air of the man.

Whether, in view of what humanity is capable, such a trait implies, along with a benevolent heart, more than ordinary quickness and accuracy of intellectual perception, may be left to the wise to determine.

showed no colors

and wake Thor and Woden

This is the ultimate fact which we so quickly reach on this, as on every topic, the resolution of all into the ever-blessed ONE

Do your work, and you shall reinforce yourself.

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I shun father and mother and wife and brother, when my genius calls me.

Whoso would be a man must be a nonconformist.

Do not think the youth has no force, because he cannot speak to you and me.

and our first thought is rendered back to us by the trumpets of the Last Judgment. Familiar as the voice of the mind is to each, the highest merit we ascribe to Moses, Plato, and Milton is, that they set at naught books and traditions, and spoke not what men but what they thought.

when life hangs heavy on their hands, that they might have a quieting draught out of Rip Van Winkle’s flagon.

He found the house gone to decay—the roof fallen in, the windows shattered, and the doors off the hinges. A half-starved dog that looked like Wolf was skulking about it. Rip called him by name, but the cur snarled, showed his teeth, and passed on. This was an unkind cut indeed. “My very dog,” sighed Rip, “has forgotten me!”

At length he reached to where the ravine had opened through the cliffs to the amphitheater; but no traces of such opening remained. The rocks presented a high, impenetrable wall, over which the torrent came tumbling in a sheet of feathery foam, and fell into a broad, deep basin, black from the shadows of the surrounding forest

He looked round for his gun, but in place of the clean, well-oiled fowling piece, he found an old firelock lying by him, the barrel incrusted with rust, the lock falling off, and the stock worm-eaten.

the most melancholy party of pleasure he had ever witnessed. Nothing interrupted the stillness of the scene but the noise of the balls, which, whenever they were rolled, echoed along the mountains like rumbling peals of thunder.

Rip and his companion had labored on in silence; for though the former marveled greatly, what could be the object of carrying a keg of liquor up this wild mountain, yet there was something strange and incomprehensible about the unknown that inspired awe and checked familiarity.

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he heaved a heavy sigh when he thought of encountering the terrors of Dame Van Winkle

was to take gun in hand and stroll away into the woods.

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just moving sufficiently to avoid the sun, and keep in the shade of a large tree; so that the neighbors could tell the hour by his movements as accurately as by a sun-dial.

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He shrugged his shoulders, shook his head, cast up his eyes, but said nothing.

but his wife kept continually dinning in his ear about his idleness, his carelessness, and the ruin he was bringing on his family

for he would sit on a wet rock, with a rod as long and heavy as a lance, and fish all day without a murmur, even though he should not be encouraged by a single nibble.

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martial character of his ancestors

The colonial encounter is romanticized and women take a passive and male-focused role

every action they both take is motivated by the pursuit of a man.

Your life is not only spared, but now you’re also caught in the middle of a hot and steamy cross-racial love triangle.

At certain points the narrative manages to surpass a 20th-Century-Fox vibe and heads straight into daytime soap opera.

All that mattered was that a white woman was hurt by a group of non-white people, and that there was seemingly no viable reason for it other than inherent brutality.

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Before I knew what affliction meant, I was ready sometimes to wish for it.

It is the desire of my soul that we may walk worthy of the mercies received, and which we are receiving.

And the goodness of God was admirable to us in our low estate, in that He raised up passionate friends on every side to us, when we had nothing to recompense any for their love

Now hath God fulfilled that precious Scripture which was such a comfort to me in my distressed condition

Their not knowing where our children were was a sore trial to us still, and yet we were not without secret hopes that we should see them again.

and yet not one of them ever offered me the least abuse of unchastity to me, in word or action.

Again, they would say this summer that they would knock all the rogues in the head, or drive them into the sea, or make them fly the country; thinking surely, Agag-like, “The bitterness of Death is past.” Now the heathen begins to think all is their own, and the poor Christians’ hopes to fail (as to man) and now their eyes are more to God, and their hearts sigh heaven-ward; and to say in good earnest, “Help Lord, or we perish.” When the Lord had brought His people to this, that they saw no help in anything but Himself; then He takes the quarrel into His own hand; and though they had made a pit, in their own imaginations, as deep as hell for the Christians that summer, yet the Lord hurled themselves into it. And the Lord had not so many ways before to preserve them, but now He hath as many to destroy them.

(with their black faces

But now our perverse and evil carriages in the sight of the Lord, have so offended Him, that instead of turning His hand against them, the Lord feeds and nourishes them up to be a scourge to the whole land.

I can but stand in admiration to see the wonderful power of God in providing for such a vast number of our enemies in the wilderness, where there was nothing to be seen, but from hand to mouth.

strangely did the Lord provide for them; that I did not see (all the time I was among them) one man, woman, or child, die with hunger.

I can but admire to see the wonderful providence of God in preserving the heathen for further affliction to our poor country.

and in pursuit of the enemy,

I told them, they had as good knock me in head as starve me to death.

Thus the Lord made that pleasant refreshing, which another time would have been an abomination.

“I will go out and shake myself as at other times, but he wist not that the Lord was departed from him.”

for which she gave me a mess of broth, which was thickened with meal made of the bark of a tree, and to make it the better

In the morning, another Indian bade me come at night, and he would give me six ground nuts, which I did.

Friend Indian,

As soon as I had the opportunity, I took my Bible to read

My spirit was, upon this, I confess, very impatient, and almost outrageous.

because their insolency grew worse and worse.

Philip spake to me to make a shirt for his boy, which I did, for which he gave me a shilling.

He bade me come in and sit down, and asked me whether I would smoke it (a usual compliment nowadays amongst saints and sinners) but this no way suited me.

“By the Rivers of Babylon, there we sate down: yea, we wept when we remembered Zion.

And His goodness in bringing to my hand so many comfortable and suitable scriptures in my distress.

Job

Oh that my people had hearkened to me, and Israel had walked in my ways, I should soon have subdued their enemies, and turned my hand against their adversaries”

And here I cannot but take notice of the strange providence of God in preserving the heathen.

“When thou passeth through the waters I will be with thee, and through the rivers they shall not overflow thee”

For they went as if they had gone for their lives

that the Lord stirred up children to look to Him.

that there was no mercy for me, that the blessings were gone, and the curses come in their room, and that I had lost my opportunity.

I went to take up my dead child in my arms to carry it with me, but they bid me let it alone; there was no resisting, but go I must and leave it.

picture of death in my lap.

till my flesh was raw again

poor wounded child in my lap, which moaned night and day

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I then remembered how careless I had been of God’s holy time; how many Sabbaths I had lost and misspent, and how evilly I had walked in God’s sight; which lay so close unto my spirit, that it was easy for me to see how righteous it was with God to cut off the thread of my life and cast me out of His presence forever. Yet the Lord still showed mercy to me, and upheld me; and as He wounded me with one hand, so he healed me with the other.

“I had fainted, unless I had believed, etc”

and having no Christian friend near me, either to comfort or help me.

and a few boughs behind me,

Then they set me upon a horse with my wounded child in my lap, and there being no furniture upon the horse’s back, as we were going down a steep hill we both fell over the horse’s head, at which they, like inhumane creatures, laughed,

it went moaning all along, “I shall die, I shall die.”

were slain and mangled in a barbarous manner

All was gone, my husband gone (at least separated from me, he being in the Bay; and to add to my grief, the Indians told me they would kill him as he came homeward), my children gone, my relations and friends gone, our house and home and all our comforts—within door and without—all was gone (except my life), and I knew not but the next moment that might go too.

a lively resemblance of hell.

barbarous creatures

and our hearts no less than our bodies

the beautiful Indian princess

There again in the midst of the large camp ground was a man in beaded buckskins. In his hand was a strong bow and red-tipped arrow. Again the big red eagle appeared on the edge of the bluff. He plumed his feathers and flapped his huge wings. The young man crouched low to the ground. He placed the arrow on the bow, drawing a poisoned flint for the eagle.

Clothe him in these my best buckskins

During this happening, a woman on horseback halted her pony at the chieftain's teepee. It was no other than the young woman who cut loose the tree- bound captive! While she told the story the chieftain listened with downcast face. "I passed him on my way. He is near!" she ended.

Ah! my blanket brushed my elbow and shifted the course of my arrow!

lazy indifference

hinnu

He appeared, that terrible bird!

That night the star men in their burial procession in the sky reached the low northern horizon, before the center fires within the teepees had flickered out. The ringing laughter which had floated up through the smoke lapels was now hushed, and only the distant howling of wolves broke the quiet of the village

"The young man is not handsome after all!" whispered the woman in her husband's ear. "Ah, but after he has killed the red eagle he will seem handsome enough!" answered the chieftain.

With the magic arrow in his quiver the stranger felt not in the least too presuming in addressing the woman as his mother- in-law.

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Mother-in-law

while he sat down opposite him with a center fire burning between them.

like a bashful Indian maid

Spreading a handsomely decorated buffalo robe before the man, two of the warriors lifted him by each shoulder and placed him gently on it. Then the four men took, each, a corner of the blanket and carried the stranger

as they bent forward swinging their elbows together.

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