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
She had continued her journey for nearly an hour, when, counter to the
expectations of the Prophet, and also to the intention with which she
sat out, she resolved not to proceed directly to her place of
destination, but first to visit some friends on the Wabash, whom she
had not seen for many years; where her wish was to stay only a few
weeks, and then proceed on her journey. In adopting this resolution,
she saw the difficulty she would have in carrying along the captive,
and that she would increase the probability of her being discovered.
But then the point to which she was bound was far from the borders,
and she trusted to her own wisdom for the power of concealing the
captive. This incident, though seemingly trifling within itself, was a
matter of much moment, since it was unknown to the Prophet, and his
chief object in giving the captive to Netnokwa, was, that in her being
carried at once to a distant region, she might the more effectually be
concealed.
CHAPTER VI.
——“But now he kneels,
And, like a scout when listening to the tramp
Of horse or foot, lays his experienced ear
Close to the ground, then rises and explores,
Then kneels again, and, his short rifle gun
Against his cheek, waits patiently.”
ROGERS.
The hunters, whom we left pursuing the Indians, remained so far behind
as to lose sight of them in the open prairie, and following on until
appearances indicated their near approach to the camp, took it for
granted that thither they were bound. They were afraid to enter along
with a party so much excited, lest they, to conceal all traces of
their crime, should also put them to death, and crouching down in the
grass, resolved not to venture nearer, until darkness should allow
them to approach it in safety.
“Earth,” said Rolfe, “how is this thing likely to end?”
“Rather squally,” said Earth; “most probably with the loss of our
hair.”
“You don't think so; they surely will not dare do it, they must know
it will lead to war.”
“You did not think they would dare do what they did on the Ohio.”
“No, I did not; if I had heard it, as I hear other rumors of families
disappearing and never being heard of, I should have regarded it as an
idle story.”
“Now the truth is,” said Earth, “they'll dare do any thing. They'll
give you one hand in friendship, while with the other, they put a
knife between your ribs. We are in a ticklish situation, Rolfe, and
I'm not so sure we shan't be used up.”
“How? what?”—said Rolfe, quickly.
“Why, these devils must conceal this thing; you see they've been
hurrying along, that they might keep dark; now, were we to go up and
demand the girl, and tell 'em of the murder, we should be butchered or
roasted before you could take a chew of red-streak. They would'nt wish
prettier fun, and instead of lying upon this soft grass, we should be
dancing round a pole, with a parcel of lightwood splinters in us.”
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