I must leave it for time and a better acquaintance to show me in what way the principle could be carried out for their greatest good.
Mr.Williams was a dark-complexioned, good-looking man.

Having always heard him spoken of, by his relations in Connecticut, as "our Indian cousin," it never occurred to me to doubt his belonging to that race, although I now think that if I had met him elsewhere I should have taken him for a Spaniard or a Mexican.

His complexion had decidedly more of the olive than the copper hue, and his countenance was grave, almost melancholy.

He was very silent during this interview, asking few questions, and offering no observations except in reply to some question addressed to him.
It was a hard pull for the men up the rapids.

Wish-tay-yun, whose clear, sonorous voice was the bugle of the party, shouted and whooped--each one answered with a chorus, and a still more vigorous effort.