For the Love of Lady Margaret: A Romance of the Lost ColonyWilson, William Thomas
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For the Love of Lady Margaret: A Romance of the Lost Colony
Wilson, William Thomas
Roanoke Colony -- Fiction
"The Eagle will fly with his red brothers, and strike down the quarry
with them," I continued, with a glance at the other braves.
I thought that he did not look particularly pleased at the suggestion,
though he only nodded his head, and falling in by his side, we took
the trail for the forest. A few minutes and we had passed out of the
village, and headed northward, a direction in which I had never been
before.
The old chief, who trod in front, spoke but seldom, and then only about
the journey. Soon tiring of his grim silence, I fell back a pace by
Winona, who, bow in hand, trod swiftly along behind her father. Behind
me was Chawanook, who eyed me as though he would gladly have cut my
throat if he but dared. Noticing the frown with which he regarded me,
I turned to him, and with an air of great anxiety inquired of him if
he were ill. His only answer was a savage grunt, much to the amusement
of the dusky flirt at my side, who, little minx, knew well enough what
ailed the young brave, and seemed to enjoy his air of discomfiture.
The men had scattered somewhat, for we were nearing a famous deerlick,
which great herds of the wild game were wont to frequent. A small band
under Windango had crept around to the right of the grove of trees, to
scare up the quarry, while the remainder of the party, with whom were
Winona and I, had deployed in a long line so as to head off the deer.
The Indian girl was standing under a great leafy tree, her weapon in
hand, while I, unarmed and empty-handed, stood some ten paces away, a
little behind Chawanook, who seemed determined to keep his eye on me.
With a rush a dozen deer had started up at the first crackling of the
leaves, which heralded the advance of the party of Windango, and with a
bound dashed towards us. The quick twang of the bows and four or five
fell, the rest darting by us and into the woods. With a shout Winona
sprang forward, and drawing a little steel knife that I had given her,
cut the throat of a lordly buck with wide-spreading antlers, which she
had brought down.
"Let the Eagle come forward and help me to bear the buck under the
tree, and I will cook some of the flesh so that we may eat," she cried
out to me, with a triumphant air.
Smiling I came to where, with face aglow with exultation, she bent over
the deer.
"Well done!" I said; "thou art a veritable Diana." And taking hold of
the animal, I dragged it over under the great tree.
The maiden had followed me, a frown of perplexity upon her bright face,
and as I threw the bleeding carcass down, she spoke:
"Who is this Diana of whom thou speakest? Is it some lady of thy own
country?" And with a pretty look of eagerness she glanced up at me.
"She is a goddess," I answered. "One who descends from above to lead
the chase, and to ensnare the hearts of men, even as thou," and I
laughed at her confusion. For with a deep blush, she had dropped her
long lashes over her black eyes, and stood fingering the fringe of her
deerskin tunic.
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