 | John Frost - 1852 - 708 halaman
...poor children may be there? My curiosity, thus excited, led me to the place, and there I found my son Caleb, a little boy between two and three years old, whom I had lately buried, in sentiment at least, or rather imagined to have been deprived of life, and perhaps also denied a decent... | |
 | Francis Chase - 1856 - 238 halaman
...poor children may be there ? My curiosity, thus excited, led me to the place, and there I found my son Caleb, a little boy between two and three years old, whom I * Warrior husband. had lately buried, in sentiment at least, or, rather, imagined to have been deprived... | |
 | Francis Chase - 1856 - 232 halaman
...poor children may be there? My curiosity, thus excited, led me to the place, and there I found my son Caleb, a little boy between two and three years old, whom I * Warrior husband. had lately buried, in sentiment at least, or, rather, imagined to have been deprived... | |
 | 1857 - 414 halaman
...poor children may be there? My curiosity, thus excited, led me to the place, and there I found my son Caleb, a little boy between two and three years old, whom I had lately buried, in sentiment at least, or rather imagined to have been deprived of life, and perhaps also denied a decent... | |
 | Frank D. Rogers - 1897 - 296 halaman
...poor children may be there. My curiosity, thus excited, led me to the place, and there I found my son Caleb, a little boy between two and three years old, whom I had lately buried, in sentiment at least ; or rather imagined to have been deprived of life, and perhaps also denied a decent... | |
 | Various - 1998 - 404 halaman
...poor children may be there. My curiosity, thus excited, led me to the place, and there I found my son Caleb, a little boy between two and three years old, whom I had lately buried, in sentiment at least; or rather imagined to have been deprived of life, and perhaps also denied a decent... | |
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My curiosity, thus excited, led me to the place, and there I found my son Caleb, a little boy between two and three years old, whom I had lately buried, in sentiment at least, or rather imagined to have been deprived of life, and perhaps also denied a... 
