This man was standing, perfectly naked, with his hands stretched out and raised toward the sun, as if he wished to screen himself from its rays, which nevertheless passed through his fingers to his face. When we came near him, he... The History of North America - Page 416edited by - 1903Full view - About this book
| Mary E. Doyle - 1909 - 450 pages
...his hands stretched out and raised toward the sun, as if he wished to screen himself from its rays, which nevertheless passed through his fingers to his face. When we came near him, he addressed this compliment to us : ' How beautiful is the sun, 0 Frenchman, when thou comest... | |
| James Montgomery Rice - 1912 - 626 pages
...his hands stretched out and raised toward the sun, as if he wished to screen himself from its rays, which nevertheless passed through his fingers to his face. When we came near him, he paid us this compliment: 'How beautiful is the sun, O Frenchman, when thou comest to visit... | |
| Arthur Springer - 1912 - 552 pages
...his hands stretched out and raised toward the sun, as if he wished to screen himself from its rays, which nevertheless passed through his fingers to his face. When we came near him, he paid us this compliment : 'How beautiful is the sun, O Frenchman, when thou comest to visit... | |
| Benjamin Franklin French - 1850 - 332 pages
...ceremony in receiving strangers. He was standing up, all naked, with his hands lifted up to Heaven, as jf he wished to .screen himself from the rays of the...When we came near to him, he said, " What a fair day, French. men, this is to eome.to .visit us ! All our peopleā¢ hafe waited for thee, and thou shalt... | |
| James Montgomery Rice - 1912 - 630 pages
...his hands stretched out and raised toward the sun, as if he wished to screen himself from its rays, which nevertheless passed through his fingers to his face. When we came near him, he paid us this compliment : 'How beautiful is the sun, O Frenchman, when thou comest to visit... | |
| Edward Payson Morton - 1914 - 112 pages
...his hands stretched out and raised toward the sun, as if he wished to screen himself from its rays, which nevertheless passed through his fingers to his face. When we came near him,' Marquette goes on, 'he addressed this compliment to us: "How beautiful is the' sun, O Frenchmen,... | |
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