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
Orders were then given that the town should be burned, and the
soldiers set out for that purpose. Rolfe and Earth, leaving Gay
protected by the detachment stationed at the camp, proceeded with
them. Moving forward, they had, at every step, examined the features
of the Indians who were slain, fearing lest they should find Oloompa
among the number. He was not with those who lay around the camp, where
only the battle had raged; and now they continued on to the deserted
town, for the purpose of prosecuting their search, knowing that
thither had been carried the wounded.
“Earth,” said Rolfe, “you told us when we met you yesterday, that you
saw him during the action:—tell me where?”
“It was not long,” said Earth, “after I got into the camp. I'll tell
you all about it some of these times. It was a mighty nice thing,
that, before;—I think I had just used up a fellow, who slipped in and
squatted by the fire to fix his flint;—well, as I was saying, it was
at that time; I was loading, and mighty fast too, about as fast as if
a neighbour had had his fingers in my eyes, and I was anxious to shoot
him, when I saw a fellow with his rifle up, taking deliberate sight at
me. It was too late to get out of the way, and I made up my mind to
give up the ghost, when I saw his rifle drop. As he put it down, he
cried, ‘hah!’ and instantly disappeared in the darkness. It was just
before we covered up the fires, and I only got a glimpse of his face
as he turned off; but, Rolfe, I never saw him look as he did then.”
“Then, Earth, he spared you even in battle.”
“He did so, Rolfe, and I don't believe he would have raised his rifle
agin me at first, if he had known me.”
“Earth,” said Rolfe, “if he is wounded, I hope we shall find him, for
he behaved so nobly I should be pleased to have it in my power to
extend to him any assistance.”
“So would I,” answered Earth, “for I set him down as an exception to
all I ever knowed. I wonder what has become of the old woman, and the
Ingen gal; he had a mighty strong liking for her.”
“Oh! I trust,” said Rolfe, “that they escaped, and are safe. Gay told
me last night how kind they had been to her. Earth, no mother or
sister could have been more so, and then, in conniving at her escape,
they risked their lives, and may for ought we know, have already
suffered death on that account.”
“I reckon the Prophet's hands were too full for any thing of that
sort,” answered Earth.
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