fieldston american reader volume i – fall 2007 - Ethical Culture ...

then report their decision to the Mohawk Lords who shallannounce it to the open council.11. If through any misunderstanding or obstinacy on the partof the Fire Keepers, they render a decision at variance with thatof the Two Sides, the Two Sides shall reconsider the matterand if their decisions are jointly the same as before they shallreport to the Fire Keepers who are then compelled to confirmtheir joint decision.12 When a case comes before the Onondaga Lords (FireKeepers) for discussion and decision, Adodarho shall introducethe matter to his comrade Lords who shall then discuss it intheir two bodies. Every Onondaga Lord except Hononwiretonhshall deliberate and he shall listen only. When a unanimousdecision shall have been reached by the two bodies of FireKeepers, Adodarho shall notify Hononwiretonh of the factwhen he shall confirm it He shall refuse to confirm a decisionif it is not unanimously agreed upon by both sides of the FireKeepers.13. No Lord shall ask a question of the body of ConfederateLords when they are discussing a case, question orproposition He may only deliberate in a low tone with theseparate body of which he is a member.14. When the Council of the Five Nation Lords shall convenethey shall appoint a speaker for the day. He shall be a Lord ofeither the Mohawk, Onondaga or Seneca Nation.Edgar Allan Poe: PoemsSonnet: To ScienceScience! true daughter of Old Time thou art!Who alterest all things with thy peering eyes.Why preyest thou thus upon the poet’s heart,Vulture, whose wings are dull realities?How should he love thee? or how deem thee wise,Who wouldst not leave him in his wanderingTo seek for treasure in the jewelled skies,Albeit he soared with an undaunted wing?Hast thou not dragged Diana from her car?And driven the Hamadryad from the woodTo seek a shelter in some happier star?Hast thou not torn the Naiad from her flood,The Elfin from the green grass, and from meThe summer dream beneath the tamarind tree?The RavenOnce upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak andweary,Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came atapping,As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.‘Tis some visitor,” I muttered, “tapping at my chamber doorOnly this, and nothing more.”Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon thefloor.Eagerly I wished the morrow;-vainly I had sought to borrowFrom my books surcease of sorrows-sorrow for the lostLenoreFor the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels nameLenore-Nameless here for evermore.And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtainThrilled me-filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating“ ‘Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door-Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door;-This it is, and nothing more.”Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,“Sir,” said I, “or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;But the fact is I was napping, and so gently, you came rapping,And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,That I scarce was sure I heard you”-here I opened wide thedoor;-128 fieldston american reader volume i – fall 2007