Elkswatawa : $b or, The prophet of the west. A tale of the frontierFrench, James Strange
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Elkswatawa : $b or, The prophet of the west. A tale of the frontier
French, James Strange
Tippecanoe, Battle of, Ind., 1811 -- Fiction
“I am now residing with Netnokwa and her daughter,—the former is chief
of the Ottawas, and adopted me to prevent my meeting with a worse
fate. They are as kind as they can be, and her daughter I love as I
would a sister. But, oh! happy, happy thought! that I am once more to
return to the few friends who are yet left me. I have a world of
things to tell when I meet. Remember me kindly to the hunter who,
Oloompa tells me, was with you, and devise some plan for my
return.—Come yourself, Richard,—come quick, and add another to the
many inducements I already have to love you. My spirits are all in a
flutter, for Oloompa is just about to set out.—Oh! has he not acted
nobly! thinking of the whites as he does. Farewell,—may heaven bless
you.
“GAY FOREMAN.”
Gay having finished her letter, delivered it to Oloompa, and his
preparations being made, he bade them all farewell, renewed his
promise to return with Rolfe, and, accompanied by the kind wishes of
Netnokwa and the two maidens, sat out upon his journey.
CHAPTER XVII.
“Well might his lays be lofty! soaring thought
From Nature's presence tenfold grandeur caught:
Well might bold Freedom's soul pervade the strains,
Which startled eagles from their lone domains,
And, like a breeze, in chainless triumph, went
Up through the blue resounding firmament.”
MRS. HEMANS.
The absence of Oloompa shed a gloom for a few days over the little
circle he left. Miskwa felt that she loved him, and the sympathies of
Gay were also strongly enlisted in his favour. His feelings against
the whites, as a people, he had avowed in her presence, and when she
recollected the dreary region through which he was then travelling,
and the many difficulties and hardships he must encounter, and thought
he was doing all this for one who at most was but a stranger to him,
her sympathies were so great, that for a short time even the pleasure
arising from the recollection of the object of his journey, was
sensibly diminished. But as time glided on, this feeling passed away,
and gave place in her breast to the joy of anticipating his return,
accompanied, as she fondly hoped, by Rolfe, of whom she had so often,
and so kindly thought, and who had so long and so eagerly sought her.
But, leaving Oloompa to continue his journey, let us revert to the
designs of Elkswatawa and Tecumseh.
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