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The Heartless Savage Commenced His Efforts, By Flourishing His
Tomahawk About The Head Of The Captive, In Such A Manner As To Give
Reason To Suppose, That Each Blow Would Bury The Weapon In The Flesh,
While It Was So Governed As Not To Touch The Skin. To This Customary
Expedient Hard-Heart Was Perfectly Insensible. His Eye Kept The Same
Steady, Riveted Look On The Air, Though The Glittering Axe Described,
In Its Evolutions, A Bright Circle Of Light Before His Countenance.
Frustrated In This Attempt, The Callous Sioux Laid The Cold Edge On
The Naked Head Of His Victim, And Began To Describe The Different
Manners, In Which A Prisoner Might Be Flayed. The Women Kept Time To
His Cruelties With Their Taunts, And Endeavoured To Force Some
Expression Of The Lingerings Of Nature From The Insensible Features Of
The Pawnee. But He Evidently Reserved Himself For The Chiefs, And For
Those Moments Of Extreme Anguish, When The Loftiness Of His Spirit
Might Evince Itself In A Manner Better Becoming His High And
Untarnished Reputation.
The Eyes Of The Trapper, Followed Every Movement Of The Tomahawk, With
The Interest Of A Real Father, Until At Length, Unable To Command His
Indignation, He Exclaimed--
"My Son Has Forgotten His Cunning. This Is A Low-Minded Indian, And
One Easily Hurried Into Folly. I Cannot Do The Thing Myself, For My
Traditions Forbid A Dying Warrior To Revile His Persecutors, But The
Gifts Of A Red-Skin Are Different. Let The Pawnee Say The Bitter Words
And Purchase An Easy Death. I Will Answer For His Success, Provided He
Speaks Before The Grave Men Set Their Wisdom To Back The Folly Of This
Fool."
The Savage Sioux, Who Heard His Words Without Comprehending Their
Meaning, Turned To The Speaker And Menaced Him With Death, For His
Temerity.
"Ay, Work Your Will," Said The Unflinching Old Man; "I Am As Ready Now
As I Shall Be To-Morrow. Though It Would Be A Death That An Honest Man
Might Not Wish To Die. Look At That Noble Pawnee, Teton, And See What
A Red-Skin May Become, Who Fears The Master Of Life, And Follows His
Laws. How Many Of Your People Has He Sent To The Distant Prairies?" He
Continued In A Sort Of Pious Fraud, Thinking, That While The Danger
Menaced Himself, There Could Surely Be No Sin In Extolling The Merits
Of Another; "How Many Howling Siouxes Has He Struck, Like A Warrior In
Open Combat, While Arrows Were Sailing In The Air Plentier Than Flakes
Of Falling Snow! Go! Will Weucha Speak The Name Of One Enemy He Has
Ever Struck?"
"Hard-Heart!" Shouted The Sioux, Turning In His Fury, And Aiming A
Deadly Blow At The Head Of His Victim. His Arm Fell Into The Hollow Of
The Captive's Hand. For A Single Moment The Two Stood, As If Entranced
In That Attitude, The One Paralysed By So Unexpected A Resistance, And
The Other Bending His Head, Not To Meet His Death, But In The Act Of
The Most Intense Attention. The Women Screamed With Triumph, For They
Thought The Nerves Of The Captive Had At Length Failed Him. The
Trapper Trembled For The Honour Of His Friend; And Hector, As If
Part 3 Chapter 28 Pg 117Conscious Of What Was Passing, Raised His Nose Into The Air, And
Uttered A Piteous Howl.
But The Pawnee Hesitated, Only For That Moment. Raising The Other
Hand, Like Lightning, The Tomahawk Flashed In The Air, And Weucha Sunk
To His Feet, Brained To The Eye. Then Cutting A Way With The Bloody
Weapon, He Darted Through The Opening, Left By The Frightened Women,
And Seemed To Descend The Declivity At A Single Bound.
Had A Bolt From Heaven Fallen In The Midst Of The Teton Band It Would
Not Have Occasioned Greater Consternation, Than This Act Of Desperate
Hardihood. A Shrill Plaintive Cry Burst From The Lips Of All The
Women, And There Was A Moment, That Even The Oldest Warriors Appeared
To Have Lost Their Faculties. This Stupor Endured Only For The
Instant. It Was Succeeded By A Yell Of Revenge, That Burst From A
Hundred Throats, While As Many Warriors Started Forward At The Cry,
Bent On The Most Bloody Retribution. But A Powerful And Authoritative
Call From Mahtoree Arrested Every Foot. The Chief, In Whose
Countenance Disappointment And Rage Were Struggling With The Affected
Composure Of His Station, Extended An Arm Towards The River, And The
Whole Mystery Was Explained.
Hard-Heart Had Already Crossed Half The Bottom, Which Lay Between The
Acclivity And The Water. At This Precise Moment A Band Of Armed And
Mounted Pawnees Turned A Swell, And Galloped To The Margin Of The
Stream, Into Which The Plunge Of The Fugitive Was Distinctly Heard. A
Few Minutes Sufficed For His Vigorous Arm To Conquer The Passage, And
Then The Shout From The Opposite Shore Told The Humbled Tetons The
Whole Extent Of The Triumph Of Their Adversaries.
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If That Shepherd Be Not In Hand-Fast, Let Him Fly; The Curses He
Shall Have, The Tortures He Shall Feel, Will Break The Back Of
Man, The Heart Of Monster.
--Shakspeare.
It Will Readily Be Seen That The Event Just Related Was Attended By An
Extraordinary Sensation Among The Siouxes. In Leading The Hunters Of
The Band Back To The Encampment, Their Chief Had Neglected None Of The
Customary Precautions Of Indian Prudence, In Order That His Trail
Might Escape The Eyes Of His Enemies. It Would Seem, However, That The
Pawnees Had Not Only Made The Dangerous Discovery, But Had Managed
With Great Art To Draw Nigh The Place, By The Only Side On Which It
Was Thought Unnecessary To Guard The Approaches With The Usual Line Of
Sentinels. The Latter, Who Were Scattered Along The Different Little
Eminences, Which Lay In The Rear Of The Lodges, Were Among The Last To
Be Apprized Of The Danger.
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In Such A Crisis There Was Little Time For Deliberation. It Was By
Exhibiting The Force Of His Character In Scenes Of Similar Difficulty,
That Mahtoree Had Obtained And Strengthened His Ascendency Among His
People, Nor Did He Seem Likely To Lose It By The Manifestation Of Any
Indecision On The Present Occasion. In The Midst Of The Screams Of The
Young, The Shrieks Of The Women, And The Wild Howlings Of The Crones,
Which Were Sufficient Of Themselves To Have Created A Chaos In The
Thoughts Of One Less Accustomed To Act In Emergencies, He Promptly
Asserted His Authority, Issuing His Orders With The Coolness Of A
Veteran.
While The Warriors Were Arming, The Boys Were Despatched To The Bottom
For The Horses. The Tents Were Hastily Struck By The Women, And
Disposed Of On Such Of The Beasts Are Were Not Deemed Fit To Be
Trusted In Combat. The Infants Were Cast Upon The Backs Of Their
Mothers, And Those Children, Who Were Of A Size To March, Were Driven
To The Rear, Like A Herd Of Less Reasoning Animals. Though These
Several Movements Were Made Amid Outcries, And A Clamour, That Likened
The Place To Another Babel, They Were Executed With Incredible
Alacrity And Intelligence.
In The Mean Time, Mahtoree Neglected No Duty That Belonged To His
Responsible Station. From The Elevation, On Which He Stood, He Could
Command A Perfect View Of The Force And Evolutions Of The Hostile
Party. A Grim Smile Lighted His Visage, When He Found That, In Point
Of Numbers, His Own Band Was Greatly The Superior. Notwithstanding
This Advantage, However, There Were Other Points Of Inequality, Which
Would Probably Have A Tendency To Render His Success, In The
Approaching Conflict, Exceedingly Doubtful. His People Were The
Inhabitants Of A More Northern And Less Hospitable Region Than Their
Enemies, And Were Far From Being Rich In That Species Of Property,
Horses And Arms, Which Constitutes The Most Highly Prized Wealth Of A
Western Indian. The Band In View Was Mounted To A Man; And As It Had
Come So Far To Rescue, Or To Revenge, Their Greatest Partisan, He Had
No Reason To Doubt Its Being Composed Entirely Of Braves. On The Other
Hand, Many Of His Followers Were Far Better In A Hunt Than In A
Combat; Men Who Might Serve To Divert The Attention Of His Foes, But
From Whom He Could Expect Little Desperate Service. Still, His
Flashing Eye Glanced Over A Body Of Warriors On Whom He Had Often
Relied, And Who Had Never Deceived Him; And Though, In The Precise
Position In Which He Found Himself, He Felt No Disposition To
Precipitate The Conflict, He Certainly Would Have Had No Intention To
Avoid It, Had Not The Presence Of His Women And Children Placed The
Option Altogether In The Power Of His Adversaries.
On The Other Hand, The Pawnees, So Unexpectedly Successful In Their
First And Greatest Object, Manifested No Intention To Drive Matters To
An Issue. The River Was A Dangerous Barrier To Pass, In The Face Of A
Determined Foe, And It Would Now Have Been In Perfect Accordance With
Their Cautious Policy, To Have Retired For A Season, In Order That
Their Onset Might Be Made In The Hours Of Darkness, And Of Seeming
Security. But There Was A Spirit In Their Chief That Elevated Him, For
The Moment, Above The Ordinary Expedients Of Savage Warfare. His Bosom
Burned With The Desire To Wipe Out That Disgrace Of Which He Had Been
Part 3 Chapter 29 Pg 120The Subject; And It Is Possible, That He Believed The Retiring Camp Of
The Siouxes Contained A Prize, That Began To Have A
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