But for the Rennaisance there would be no atory of the Indians in these United States. Our American poet, Joaquin Miller, makes clear the hazards of adventurers incident to the discovery of an unknown people: My men grow mutinous day by day; My men grow ghastly wan and weak. The stout mate thought of home; a spray Of Balt wave washed his swarthy cheek. "What shall I say, • brave Admiral, say, If we sight naught but seas at dawn?" "Why you shall, say at break of day, Sail on! Sail on.
| Identifer | oai:union.ndltd.org:pacific.edu/oai:scholarlycommons.pacific.edu:uop_etds-1944 |
| Date | 01 January 1934 |
| Creators | Lundquist, Florence Barbee |
| Publisher | Scholarly Commons |
| Source Sets | University of the Pacific |
| Detected Language | English |
| Type | text |
| Format | application/pdf |
| Source | University of the Pacific Theses and Dissertations |
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