This text is part of:
Table of Contents:
Ah! ah! we are betrayed; 'tis sacrilege! Our friend,  he who picked up corn-seeds in the same plains as ourselves, has violated our ancient laws; he has broken the oaths that bind all birds; he has laid a snare for me, he has handed us over to the attacks of that impious race which, throughout all time,  has never ceased to war against us.