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The Great Spirit, Should Be More Humble. A Dahcotah Chieftain Ought To
Be Too Wise To Laugh At Justice."
The Crafty Mahtoree, Who Saw That His Free-Thinking Was Not Likely To
Produce A Favourable Impression On The Old Man, Instantly Changed His
Ground, By Alluding To The More Immediate Subject Of Their Interview.
Laying His Hand Gently On The Shoulder Of The Trapper, He Led Him
Forward, Until They Both Stood Within Fifty Feet Of The Margin Of The
Thicket. Here He Fastened His Penetrating Eyes On The Other's Honest
Countenance, And Continued The Discourse--
"If My Father Has Hid His Young Men In The Bush, Let Him Tell Them To
Come Forth. You See That A Dahcotah Is Not Afraid. Mahtoree Is A Great
Chief! A Warrior, Whose Head Is White, And Who Is About To Go To The
Land Of Spirits, Cannot Have A Tongue With Two Ends, Like A Serpent."
"Dahcotah, I Have Told No Lie. Since The Great Spirit Made Me A Man, I
Have Lived In The Wilderness, Or On These Naked Plains, Without Lodge
Or Family. I Am A Hunter And Go On My Path Alone."
"My Father Has A Good Carabine. Let Him Point It In The Bush And
Fire."
The Old Man Hesitated A Moment, And Then Slowly Prepared Himself To
Give This Delicate Assurance Of The Truth Of What He Said, Without
Which He Plainly Perceived The Suspicions Of His Crafty Companion
Could Not Be Lulled. As He Lowered His Rifle, His Eye, Although
Greatly Dimmed And Weakened By Age, Ran Over The Confused Collection
Of Objects, That Lay Embedded Amid The Party-Coloured Foliage Of The
Thicket, Until It Succeeded In Catching A Glimpse Of The Brown
Covering Of The Stem Of A Small Tree. With This Object In View, He
Raised The Piece To A Level And Fired. The Bullet Had No Sooner Glided
From The Barrel Than A Tremor Seized The Hands Of The Trapper, Which,
Had It Occurred A Moment Sooner, Would Have Utterly Disqualified Him
For So Hazardous An Experiment. A Frightful Silence Succeeded The
Report, During Which He Expected To Hear The Shrieks Of The Females,
And Then, As The Smoke Whirled Away In The Wind, He Caught A View Of
The Fluttering Bark, And Felt Assured That All His Former Skill Was
Not Entirely Departed From Him. Dropping The Piece To The Earth, He
Turned Again To His Companion With An Air Of The Utmost Composure, And
Demanded--
"Is My Brother Satisfied?"
"Mahtoree Is A Chief Of The Dahcotahs," Returned The Cunning Teton,
Laying His Hand On His Chest, In Acknowledgment Of The Other's
Sincerity. "He Knows That A Warrior, Who Has Smoked At So Many
Council-Fires, Until His Head Has Grown White, Would Not Be Found In
Wicked Company. But Did Not My Father Once Ride On A Horse, Like A
Part 3 Chapter 20 Pg 26Rich Chief Of The Pale-Faces, Instead Of Travelling On Foot Like A
Hungry Konza?"
"Never! The Wahcondah Has Given Me Legs, And He Has Given Me
Resolution To Use Them. For Sixty Summers And Winters Did I Journey In
The Woods Of America, And Ten Tiresome Years Have I Dwelt On These
Open Fields, Without Finding Need To Call Often Upon The Gifts Of The
Other Creatur's Of The Lord To Carry Me From Place To Place."
"If My Father Has So Long Lived In The Shade, Why Has He Come Upon The
Prairies? The Sun Will Scorch Him."
The Old Man Looked Sorrowfully About For A Moment, And Then Turning
With A Confidential Air To The Other, He Replied--
"I Passed The Spring, Summer, And Autumn Of Life Among The Trees. The
Winter Of My Days Had Come, And Found Me Where I Loved To Be, In The
Quiet--Ay, And In The Honesty Of The Woods! Teton, Then I Slept
Happily, Where My Eyes Could Look Up Through The Branches Of The Pines
And The Beeches, To The Very Dwelling Of The Good Spirit Of My People.
If I Had Need To Open My Heart To Him, While His Fires Were Burning
Above My Head, The Door Was Open And Before My Eyes. But The Axes Of
The Choppers Awoke Me. For A Long Time My Ears Heard Nothing But The
Uproar Of Clearings. I Bore It Like A Warrior And A Man; There Was A
Reason That I Should Bear It: But When That Reason Was Ended, I
Bethought Me To Get Beyond The Accursed Sounds. It Was Trying To The
Courage And To The Habits, But I Had Heard Of These Vast And Naked
Fields, And I Came Hither To Escape The Wasteful Temper Of My People.
Tell Me, Dahcotah, Have I Not Done Well?"
The Trapper Laid His Long Lean Finger On The Naked Shoulder Of The
Indian As He Ended, And Seemed To Demand His Felicitations On His
Ingenuity And Success, With A Ghastly Smile, In Which Triumph Was
Singularly Blended With Regret. His Companion Listened Intently, And
Replied To The Question By Saying, In The Sententious Manner Of His
Race--
"The Head Of My Father Is Very Grey; He Has Always Lived With Men, And
He Has Seen Everything. What He Does Is Good; What He Speaks Is Wise.
Now Let Him Say, Is He Sure That He Is A Stranger To The Big-Knives,
Who Are Looking For Their Beasts On Every Side Of The Prairies And
Cannot Find Them?"
"Dahcotah, What I Have Said Is True. I Live Alone, And Never Do I
Mingle With Men Whose Skins Are White, If--"
His Mouth Was Suddenly Closed By An Interruption That Was As
Mortifying As It Was Unexpected. The Words Were Still On His Tongue,
When The Bushes On The Side Of The Thicket Where They Stood, Opened,
And The Whole Of The Party Whom He Had Just Left, And In Whose Behalf
He Was Endeavouring To Reconcile His Love Of Truth To The Necessity Of
Prevaricating, Came Openly Into View. A Pause Of Mute Astonishment
Succeeded This Unlooked-For Spectacle. Then Mahtoree, Who Did Not
Suffer A Muscle Or A Joint To Betray The Wonder And Surprise He
Part 3 Chapter 20 Pg 27Actually Experienced, Motioned Towards The Advancing Friends Of The
Trapper With An Air Of Assumed Civility, And A Smile, That Lighted His
Fierce, Dark, Visage, As The Glare Of The Setting Sun Reveals The
Volume And Load Of The Cloud, That Is Charged To Bursting With The
Electric Fluid. He However Disdained To Speak, Or To Give Any Other
Evidence Of His Intentions Than By Calling To His Side The Distant
Band, Who Sprang Forward At His Beck, With The Alacrity Of Willing
Subordinates.
In The Mean Time The Friends Of The Old Man Continued To Advance.
Middleton Himself Was Foremost, Supporting The Light And Aerial
Looking Figure Of Inez, On Whose Anxious Countenance He Cast Such
Occasional Glances Of Tender Interest As, In Similar Circumstances, A
Father Would Have Given To His Child. Paul Led Ellen, Close In Their
Rear. But While The Eye Of The Bee-Hunter Did Not Neglect His Blooming
Companion, It Scowled Angrily, Resembling More The Aspect Of The
Sullen And Retreating Bear Than The Soft Intelligence Of A Favoured
Suitor. Obed And Asinus Came Last, The Former Leading His Companion
With A Degree Of Fondness That Could Hardly Be Said To Be Exceeded By
Any Other Of The Party. The Approach Of The Naturalist Was Far Less
Rapid Than That Of Those Who Preceded Him. His Feet Seemed Equally
Reluctant To Advance, Or To Remain Stationary; His Position Bearing A
Great Analogy To That Of Mahomet's Coffin, With The Exception That The
Quality Of Repulsion Rather Than That Of Attraction Held Him In A
State Of Rest. The Repulsive Power In His Rear However Appeared To
Predominate, And By A Singular Exception, As He Would Have Said
Himself, To All Philosophical Principles, It Rather Increased Than
Diminished By Distance. As The Eyes Of The Naturalist Steadily
Maintained A Position That Was The Opposite Of His Route, They Served
To Give A Direction To Those Of The Observers Of All These Movements,
And At Once Furnished A Sufficient Clue By Which To Unravel The
Mystery Of So Sudden A Debouchement From The Cover.
Another Cluster Of Stout And Armed Men Was Seen At No Great Distance,
Just Rounding A Point Of The Thicket, And Moving Directly Though
Cautiously Towards The Place Where The Band Of The Siouxes Was Posted,
As A Squadron Of Cruisers Is Often Seen To Steer Across The Waste Of
Waters, Towards The Rich But Well-Protected Convoy. In Short, The
Family Of The Squatter, Or At Least Such Among Them As Were Capable Of
Bearing Arms, Appeared In View, On The Broad Prairie, Evidently Bent
On Revenging Their Wrongs.
Mahtoree And His Party Slowly Retired From The Thicket, The Moment
They Caught A View Of The Strangers, Until They Halted On A Swell That
Commanded A Wide And Unobstructed View Of The Naked Fields On Which
They Stood. Here The Dahcotah Appeared Disposed To Make His Stand, And
To Bring Matters To An Issue. Notwithstanding This Retreat, In Which
He Compelled The Trapper To Accompany Him, Middleton Still Advanced,
Until He Too Halted On The Same Elevation, And Within Speaking
Distance Of The Warlike Siouxes. The Borderers In Their Turn Took A
Favourable Position, Though At A Much Greater Distance. The Three
Groups Now Resembled So Many Fleets At Sea, Lying With Their Topsails
To The Masts, With The Commendable Precaution Of Reconnoitring, Before
Each Could Ascertain Who Among The Strangers Might Be Considered As
Part 3 Chapter 20 Pg 28Friends, And Who As Foes.
During This Moment Of Suspense, The Dark, Threatening, Eye Of Mahtoree
Rolled From One Of The Strange Parties To The Other, In Keen And Hasty
Examination, And Then It Turned Its Withering Look On The Old Man, As
The Chief Said, In A Tone Of High And Bitter Scorn--
"The Big-Knives Are Fools! It Is Easier To Catch The Cougar Asleep,
Than To Find A Blind Dahcotah. Did The White Head Think To Ride On The
Horse Of A Sioux?"
The Trapper, Who Had Found Time To Collect His Perplexed Faculties,
Saw At Once That Middleton, Having Perceived Ishmael On The Trail By
Which They Had Fled, Preferred Trusting To The Hospitality Of The
Savages, Than To The Treatment He Would Be Likely To Receive From The
Hands Of The Squatter. He Therefore Disposed Himself To Clear The Way
For The Favourable Reception Of His Friends, Since He Found That The
Unnatural Coalition Became Necessary To Secure The Liberty, If
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