Will you teach him to be a good chief?
I want him to know English, and how to worship the Master of Life.

Will you take him to your school lodge ?" The tall master bowed low, and took the Indian boy by the hand.
The boy was a princely youth.

His figure would have held the eye of a sculptor in long admiration.

The chisel of a Phidias could hardly have exceeded such a form.

His features were like the Roman, his eye quick and lustrous, and his lips noble and kindly.