'Tis ever from the darkest cloud,
Brooding in mourning deep,
The crackling thunder volleys loud,
And jagged lightnings leap;
And from the gloom o'er wood and lake
A warning murmur thrills
Woe to the hand that tries td take
The freedom of the hills
— ROBERT BIRD, The Freedom of the Hills, Songs of Freedom, p. 295.
There's them living who say that Nathaniel Bumppo's right to shoot on these hills is of older date than Marmaduke Temple's right to forbid him," he said.
— J. FENIMORE COOPER, The Pioneers (1822), Chap. I., p. 12.