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Nelema is an elderly American Indian woman who lives in a forest hut near the Fletcher homestead. She sometimes brings berries and herbs to trade with Mrs. Fletcher. All of Nelema’s children and grandchildren were killed by English settlers. She leaves behind an arrow and a snake rattle to warn Mrs. Fletcher of the looming attack by Mononotto and his men. After Nelema saves Master Cradock’s life, she is accused of witchcraft and sentenced to death, but Hope and Digby conspire to save her life; she escapes into the forest, promising to help Hope reunite with her sister, Faith, if it’s the last thing she does.
Nelema Quotes in Hope Leslie
The Hope Leslie quotes below are all either spoken by Nelema or refer to Nelema. For each quote, you can also see the other characters and themes related to it (each theme is indicated by its own dot and icon, like this one:
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Volume 1, Chapter 3
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"Ah!" replied the old woman with a heavy groan, "I had sons too—and grandsons; but where are they? They trod the earth as lightly as that boy; but they have fallen like our forest trees, before the stroke of the English axe. Of all my race, there is not one, now, in whose veins my blood runs. Sometimes, when the spirits of the storm are howling about my wigwam, I hear the voices of my children crying for vengeance, and then I could myself deal the death-blow."
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Nelema Quotes in Hope Leslie
The Hope Leslie quotes below are all either spoken by Nelema or refer to Nelema. For each quote, you can also see the other characters and themes related to it (each theme is indicated by its own dot and icon, like this one:
).
Volume 1, Chapter 3
Quotes
"Ah!" replied the old woman with a heavy groan, "I had sons too—and grandsons; but where are they? They trod the earth as lightly as that boy; but they have fallen like our forest trees, before the stroke of the English axe. Of all my race, there is not one, now, in whose veins my blood runs. Sometimes, when the spirits of the storm are howling about my wigwam, I hear the voices of my children crying for vengeance, and then I could myself deal the death-blow."
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