Yet we have Strength by which we may oppose, But every Day this Strength declines and fails. Our great Forefathers, ere these Strangers came, Liv'd by the Chace, with Nature's Gifts content, The cooling Fountain quench'd their raging Thirst. Doctors, and Drugs, and Med'cines were unknown, Even Age itself was free from Pain and Sickness. Swift as the Wind, o'er Rocks and Hills they chas'd The flying Game, the bounding Stag outwinded, And tir'd the savage Bear, and tam'd the Tyger; At Evening feasted on the past Day's Toil, Nor then fatigu'd; the merry Dance and Song Succeeded; still with every rising Sun The Sport renew'd; or if some daring Foe Provok'd their Wrath, they bent the hostile Bow, Nor waited his Approach, but rush'd with Speed, Fearless of Hunger, Thirst, Fatigue, or Death. But we their soften'd Sons, a puny Race, Are weak in Youth, fear Dangers where they're not; Are weary'd with what was to them a Sport, Panting and breathless in One short Hour's Chace; And every Effort of our Strength is feeble. We're poison'd with the Infection of our Foes, Their very Looks and Actions are infectious, And in deep Silence spread Destruction round them. Bethink yourselves while any Strength remains; Dare to be like your Fathers, brave and strong, Nor further let the growing Poison spread. And would you stop it, you must resolve to conquer, Destroy their Forts and Bulwarks, burn their Towns, And keep them at a greater Distance from us. Oh! 'tis a Day I long have wish'd to see, And, aged as I am, my Youth returns To act with Vigour in so good a Cause. Yes, you shall see the old Wolf will not fail To head his Troops, and urge them on to Battle.

The Wolf Monologue from Ponteach; Or, The Savages of America

Rehearse The Wolf's monologue