My heart outswells its home!" "Oro! Art thou ?" cried Babbalanja; "and doth this thing exist?
It shakes my little faith." Then, turning upon Null, "How can ye abide to sway this curs'd dominion ?" "Peace, fanatic! Who else may till unwholesome fields, but these?
And as these beings are, so shall they remain; 'tis right and righteous! Maramma champions it!--I swear it! The first blow struck for them, dissolves the union of Vivenza's vales.

The northern tribes well know it; and know me." Said Media, "Yet if--" "No more! another word, and, king as thou art, thou shalt be dungeoned:--here, there is such a law; thou art not among the northern tribes." "And this is freedom!" murmured Media; "when heaven's own voice is throttled.

And were these serfs to rise, and fight for it; like dogs, they would be hunted down by her pretended sons!" "Pray, heaven!" cried Yoomy, "they may yet find a way to loose their bonds without one drop of blood.

But hear me, Oro! were there no other way, and should their masters not relent, all honest hearts must cheer this tribe of Hamo on; though they cut their chains with blades thrice edged, and gory to the haft! 'Tis right to fight for freedom, whoever be the thrall." "These South savannahs may yet prove battle-fields," said Mohi; gloomily, as we retraced our steps.
"Be it," said Yoomy.

"Oro will van the right." "Not always has it proved so," said Babbalanja.