Anecdotes of the American Indians, illustrating their eccentricities of character
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Anecdotes of the American Indians, illustrating their eccentricities of character
Indians of North America -- Anecdotes
On one occasion, M’Dougal had a melder of corn to grind, and as the
distance was considerable, and the roads none of the smoothest, this
important part of his duty could only be performed by starting with the
sun, and returning with the going down of the same. In his absence,
the care of the cattle devolved on his spouse, and as they did not
return at the usual hour, the careful matron went out in quest of them.
Beyond its mere outskirts, the forest was, to her, _terra incognita_,
in the most emphatic sense of the term; and with no compass, or notched
trees to guide, it is not to be wondered at that she wandered long
and wearily to very little purpose. Like alps on alps, tall trees
arose on every side—a boundless continuity of shade—and, fatigued with
the search, she deemed it prudent to retrace her steps, while it was
yet time. But this resolution was much easier formed than executed;
returning was as dangerous as “going o’er,” and, after wandering
for hours, she sunk on the ground, her eyes swollen and filled with
tears, and her mind agitated almost to distraction. But here she had
not rested many minutes, before she was startled by the sound of
approaching footsteps, and, anon, an Indian hunter stood before her,
“a stoic of the woods, a man without fear.” Mrs. M‘Dougal knew that
Indians lived at no great distance, but as she had never seen a member
of the tribe, her emotions were those of terror—quickening, it may be
said, every pulse, and yet paralyzing every limb. The Indian’s views
were more comprehensive; constantly on the look out, in search of the
quarry, and accustomed to make circuits, comprising the superficies of
many a highland mountain and glen, he had observed her, without being
observed himself, knew her home, recognized her person, comprehended
her mishap, divined her errand, and immediately beckoned her to follow
him. The unfortunate woman understood his signal, and obeyed it, as far
as terror left her power; and, after a lengthened sweep, which added
not a little to her previous fatigue, they arrived at the door of an
Indian wigwam.
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