Never shall earth grave hold you, or wife weep o’er your clay. 
     
     Come to your doom, ye Mohawks, and I will lead the way.’ 
     
    
   
   
    
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     HAnd many a day thereafter, beyond the torrent’s roar, 
     
     The swarthy Mohawk dead were found along the river's shore. 
     
     But on brave Malabeam's dead face no human eyes were set—~ 
     
     She lies in the. dark stream's embrace, the river claims her yet. 
     
    
   
   
    
     HThe waters of five hundred years have flowed above her grave, 
     
     But daring deeds can never die while human hearts are brave. 
     
     Her tribe still tell the story, and round their council fires, 
     
     Honor the name of her who died to rescue all their sires.” 
     
    
   
   
    
     Almost needless to state, there are many other legends and 
     
     tales of the Indians in connection with their villages that are on the 
     
     banks of the St. John above and below Fredericton. The whole 
     
     district is so full of beauty, has so many attractions for the vacationist 
     
     and nature lover, and is such a superb centre for hunting, fishing, 
     
     boating, canoeing, etc., that no one may hope to exhaust its 
     
     possibilities, even if a lifetime of summers should be spent in the 
     
     exploration and unfolding of all that it contains. 
     
    
   
   
    
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