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ASTAR. LEX AND
DISTRICT OF PENNSYLVANIA, TO WIT:
Be it remembered, That on the thirtieth day of
May, in the thirty-fourth year of the Independence SEAL
of the United States of America, A. D. 1810, THO.
R MAS S. MANNING, of the said district hath deposited in this office the Title of a Book, the right whereof he claims as Proprietor in the words following, to wit:
THE SAVAGE, BY PIOMINGO, A Headman and Warrior of the Muscogulgee Nation. In conformity to the act of the Congress of the United States, intituled, “An Act for the encouragement of learning, by securing the copies of maps, charts, and books, to the authors and proprietors of such copies during the times therein mentioned." And also to the act, entitled “An Act supplementary to an Act, entitled, “An Act for the encouragement of learning, by securing the copies of maps, charts, and books, to the authors and proprietors of such copies during the time therein mentioned,” and extending the benefits thereof to the arts of designing, engraving, and etching historical and other prints."
THE SAVAGE, it is hoped, will be an acceptable present to those who devote a portion of their time to literary amusements. Its aim is not to instruct the most enlightened people in the universe, but merely to afford a novel species of entertainment to that changeable being, who delights in variety. If The Savage find itself incapable of producing that which is original, it will endeavor to place old things in a new light; and if it be defective in a certain quality known by the name of wit, it faithfully promises never to have recourse to indecent ribaldry to supply the deficiency. Those who may feel disposed to retire awhile from the conflicts of political warfare and seek for relaxation and repose in the wigwam of Piomingo, shall meet with a friendly reception. He will produce the calumet of peace, and bring forth for their entertainment “things new and old.” Piomingo is no federalist, no republican, no democrat, no aristocrat, in the common acceptation of those terms; but he may boast with the utmost propriety of being an American “indeed, in whom there is no guile.” He sprang up in the wilderness far from the haunts of ci. vilized men. He inhaled with his first breath a love for savage independence; and his subsequent acquaintance with the arts, sciences, and languages of polished nations has not contributed to lessen his original prepossession in favor of the wild dignity of nature. He enjoys the beauties of the gardens, meadows and fields of a cultivated country; but he would resign them with pleasure for the rivers rocks and mountains of the desert. It was his fortune many years ago to form an acquaintance with an intelligent and learned citizen of the United States, who, in consequence of some misfortunes in early life, contracted such a distaste for the manners, amusements and pleasures of his countrymen, that he adopted the resolution of seeking cblivion of his cares among the children of nature. He took up his abode in the country of the Muscogulgees, where he became known to Piomingo. A friendship, sincere, and lasting as life, was the consequence of this intimacy. Piomingo gained instruction from the lips of his companion. He was soon enabled to read and re