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Or Invent, Just At This Spot, As You May See By Yon Streak Of Flame,
Which Is Flashing Along Afore The Wind, As If It Were On A Trail Of
Powder. It Is Not Many Minutes Since The Fire Has Passed Here Away,
And It May Be Well To Look At Our Primings, Not That I Would Willingly
Combat The Tetons, God Forbid! But If A Fight Needs Be, It Is Always
Wise To Get The First Shot."
"This Has Been A Strange Beast, Old Man," Said Paul, Who Had Pulled
The Bridle, Or Rather Halter Of His Steed, Over The Second Carcass,
While The Rest Of The Party Were Already Passing, In Their Eagerness
To Proceed; "A Strange Horse Do I Call It; It Had Neither Head Nor
Hoofs!"
"The Fire Has Not Been Idle," Returned The Trapper, Keeping His Eye
Vigilantly Employed In Profiting By Those Glimpses Of The Horizon,
Which The Whirling Smoke Offered To His Examination. "It Would Soon
Bake You A Buffaloe Whole, Or For That Matter Powder His Hoofs And
Horns Into White Ashes. Shame, Shame, Old Hector: As For The Captain's
Pup, It Is To Be Expected That He Would Show His Want Of Years, And I
May Say, I Hope Without Offence, His Want Of Education Too; But For A
Hound, Like You, Who Have Lived So Long In The Forest Afore You Came
Into These Plains, It Is Very Disgraceful, Hector, To Be Showing Your
Teeth, And Growling At The Carcass Of A Roasted Horse, The Same As If
You Were Telling Your Master That You Had Found The Trail Of A Grizzly
Bear."
"I Tell You, Old Trapper, This Is No Horse; Neither In Hoofs, Head,
Nor Hide."
"Anan! Not A Horse? Your Eyes Are Good For The Bees And For The Hollow
Trees, My Lad, But--Bless Me, The Boy Is Right! That I Should Mistake
The Hide Of A Buffaloe, Scorched And Crimpled As It Is, For The
Carcass Of A Horse! Ah's Me! The Time Has Been, My Men, When I Would
Tell You The Name Of A Beast, As Far As Eye Could Reach, And That Too
With Most Of The Particulars Of Colour, Age, And Sex."
"An Inestimable Advantage Have You Then Enjoyed, Venerable Venator!"
Observed The Attentive Naturalist. "The Man Who Can Make These
Distinctions In A Desert, Is Saved The Pain Of Many A Weary Walk, And
Often Of An Enquiry That In Its Result Proves Useless. Pray Tell Me,
Did Your Exceeding Excellence Of Vision Extend So Far As To Enable You
Part 3 Chapter 23 Pg 64To Decide On Their Order, Or Genus?"
"I Know Not What You Mean By Your Orders Of Genius."
"No!" Interrupted The Bee-Hunter, A Little Disdainfully For Him, When
Speaking To His Aged Friend; "Now, Old Trapper, That Is Admitting Your
Ignorance Of The English Language, In A Way I Should Not Expect From A
Man Of Your Experience And Understanding. By Order, Our Comrade Means
Whether They Go In Promiscuous Droves, Like A Swarm That Is Following
Its Queen-Bee, Or In Single File, As You Often See The Buffaloes
Trailing Each Other Through A Prairie. And As For Genius, I'm Sure
That Is A Word Well Understood, And In Every Body's Mouth. There Is
The Congress-Man In Our District, And That Tonguey Little Fellow, Who
Puts Out The Paper In Our County, They Are Both So Called, For Their
Smartness; Which Is What The Doctor Means, As I Take It, Seeing That
He Seldom Speaks Without Some Considerable Meaning."
When Paul Finished This Very Clever Explanation He Looked Behind Him
With An Expression, Which, Rightly Interpreted, Would Have Said--"You
See, Though I Don't Often Trouble Myself In These Matters, I Am No
Fool."
Ellen Admired Paul For Anything But His Learning. There Was Enough In
His Frank, Fearless, And Manly Character, Backed As It Was By Great
Personal Attraction, To Awaken Her Sympathies, Without The Necessity
Of Prying Into His Mental Attainments. The Poor Girl Reddened Like A
Rose, Her Pretty Fingers Played With The Belt, By Which She Sustained
Herself On The Horse, And She Hurriedly Observed, As If Anxious To
Direct The Attentions Of The Other Listeners From A Weakness, On Which
Her Own Thoughts Could Not Bear To Dwell--
"And This Is Not A Horse, After All?"
"It Is Nothing More, Nor Less, Than The Hide Of A Buffaloe," Continued
The Trapper, Who Had Been No Less Puzzled By The Explanation Of Paul,
Than By The Language Of The Doctor; "The Hair Is Beneath; The Fire Has
Run Over It As You See; For Being Fresh, The Flames Could Take No
Hold. The Beast Has Not Been Long Killed, And It May Be That Some Of
The Beef Is Still Hereaway."
"Lift The Corner Of The Skin, Old Trapper," Said Paul, With The Tone
Of One, Who Felt, As If He Had Now Proved His Right To Mingle His
Voice In Any Council; "If There Is A Morsel Of The Hump Left, It Must
Be Well Cooked, And It Shall Be Welcome."
The Old Man Laughed, Heartily, At The Conceit Of His Companion.
Thrusting His Foot Beneath The Skin, It Moved. Then It Was Suddenly
Cast Aside, And An Indian Warrior Sprang From Its Cover, To His Feet,
With An Agility, That Bespoke How Urgent He Deemed The Occasion.
Part 3 Chapter 24 Pg 65
I Would It Were Bed-Time, Hal, And All Well.
--Shakspeare.
A Second Glance Sufficed To Convince The Whole Of The Startled Party,
That The Young Pawnee, Whom They Had Already Encountered, Again Stood
Before Them. Surprise Kept Both Sides Mute, And More Than A Minute Was
Passed In Surveying Each Other, With Eyes Of Astonishment, If Not Of
Distrust. The Wonder Of The Young Warrior Was, However, Much More
Tempered And Dignified Than That Of His Christian Acquaintances. While
Middleton And Paul Felt The Tremor, Which Shook The Persons Of Their
Dependant Companions, Thrilling Through Their Own Quickened Blood, The
Glowing Eye Of The Indian Rolled From One To Another, As If It Could
Never Quail Before The Rudest Assaults. His Gaze, After Making The
Circuit Of Every Wondering Countenance, Finally Settled In A Steady
Look On The Equally Immovable Features Of The Trapper. The Silence Was
First Broken By Dr. Battius, In The Ejaculation Of--"Order, Primates;
Genus, Homo; Species, Prairie!"
"Ay--Ay--The Secret Is Out," Said The Old Trapper, Shaking His Head,
Like One Who Congratulated Himself On Having Mastered The Mystery Of
Some Knotty Difficulty. "The Lad Has Been In The Grass For A Cover;
The Fire Has Come Upon Him In His Sleep, And Having Lost His Horse, He
Has Been Driven To Save Himself Under That Fresh Hide Of A Buffaloe.
No Bad Invention, When Powder And Flint Were Wanting To Kindle A Ring.
I Warrant Me, Now, This Is A Clever Youth, And One That It Would Be
Safe To Journey With! I Will Speak To Him Kindly, For Anger Can At
Least Serve No Turn Of Ours. My Brother Is Welcome Again," Using The
Language, Which The Other Understood; "The Tetons Have Been Smoking
Him, As They Would A Racoon."
The Young Pawnee Rolled His Eye Over The Place, As If He Were
Examining The Terrific Danger From Which He Had Just Escaped, But He
Disdained To Betray The Smallest Emotion, At Its Imminency. His Brow
Contracted, As He Answered To The Remark Of The Trapper By Saying--
"A Teton Is A Dog. When The Pawnee War-Whoop Is In Their Ears, The
Whole Nation Howls."
"It Is True. The Imps Are On Our Trail, And I Am Glad To Meet A
Warrior, With The Tomahawk In His Hand, Who Does Not Love Them. Will
My Brother Lead My Children To His Village? If The Siouxes Follow On
Our Path, My Young Men Shall Help Him To Strike Them."
The Young Pawnee Turned His Eyes From One To Another Of The Strangers,
In A Keen Scrutiny, Before He Saw Fit To Answer So Important An
Interrogatory. His Examination Of The Males Was Short, And Apparently
Satisfactory. But His Gaze Was Fastened Long And Admiringly, As In
Their Former Interview, On The Surpassing And Unwonted Beauty Of A
Being So Fair And So Unknown As Inez. Though His Glance Wandered, For
Moments, From Her Countenance To The More Intelligible And Yet
Extraordinary Charms Of Ellen, It Did Not Fail To Return Promptly To
Part 3 Chapter 24 Pg 66The Study Of A Creature Who, In The View Of His Unpractised Eye And
Untutored Imagination, Was Formed With All That Perfection, With Which
The Youthful Poet Is Apt To Endow The Glowing Images Of His Brain.
Nothing So Fair, So Ideal, So Every Way Worthy To Reward The Courage
And Self-Devotion Of A Warrior, Had Ever Before Been Encountered On
The Prairies, And The Young Brave Appeared To Be Deeply And
Intuitively Sensible To The Influence Of So Rare A Model Of The
Loveliness Of The Sex. Perceiving, However, That His Gaze Gave
Uneasiness To The Subject Of His Admiration, He Withdrew His Eyes, And
Laying His Hand Impressively On His Chest, He, Modestly, Answered--
"My Father Shall Be Welcome. The Young Men Of My Nation Shall Hunt
With His Sons; The Chiefs Shall Smoke With The Grey-Head. The Pawnee
Girls Will Sing In The Ears Of His Daughters."
"And If We Meet The Tetons?" Demanded The Trapper, Who Wished To
Understand, Thoroughly, The More Important Conditions Of This New
Alliance.
"The Enemy Of The Big-Knives Shall Feel The Blow Of The Pawnee."
"It Is Well. Now Let My Brother And I Meet In Council, That We May Not
Go On A Crooked Path, But That Our Road To His Village May Be Like The
Flight Of The Pigeons."
The Young Pawnee Made A Significant Gesture Of Assent And Followed The
Other A Little Apart, In Order To Be Removed From All Danger Of
Interruption From The Reckless Paul, Or The Abstracted Naturalist.
Their Conference Was Short, But, As It Was Conducted In The
Sententious Manner Of The Natives, It Served To Make Each Of The
Parties Acquainted With All The Necessary Information Of The Other.
When They Rejoined Their Associates, The Old Man Saw Fit To Explain A
Portion Of What Had Passed Between Them, As Follows--
"Ay, I Was Not Mistaken," He Said; "This Good-Looking Young Warrior--
For Good-Looking And Noble-Looking He Is, Though A Little Horrified
Perhaps With Paint--This Good-Looking Youth, Then, Tells Me He Is Out
On The Scout For These Very Tetons. His Party Was Not Strong Enough To
Strike The
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