Graham's Magazine, Vol. XLI, No. 2, August 1852Various
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Graham's Magazine, Vol. XLI, No. 2, August 1852
Various
Literature -- Periodicals; Literature, Modern -- 19th century -- Periodicals
The ranger therefore slowly retreated a few paces, and then silently
climbed the bank upon the left. From this point he could see no light;
but, upon advancing along the ridge, a little nearer than he had
ventured below, he gained a view, not only of the light, but also of the
fire, and the formidable group around it!
More than a score of swarthy Indians, all in their war-paint and
grotesque ornaments, and each with his gun and tomahawk beside him, sat
smoking, one after the other, in a circle about the fire! A little
without the line the excited captain could indistinctly see the shape of
something white; and, as his eyes became accustomed to the light, all
doubt vanished—it was the Captive Bride, seated apart from her captors,
with her face buried in her hands. Could she have known whose eyes were
at that moment straining their gaze upon her, how different must have
been her emotions.
Edgar grasped his rifle and knife with a fierce energy, which threatened
the suicide of an immediate attack. But he soon recovered his calmness,
and set coolly about making a thorough examination of the position, and
calculating the chances of a rescue.
The place had been well chosen for concealment. It was a circular area,
inclosed on all sides, except the southern, by the broken and
rain-washed ridges, and not more than an acre in extent. It was, indeed,
a sort of basin among the hills; and it was the volume of water,
collected here into one stream, that had cut out the ravine along which
Edgar was advancing. It was dry now, however, and the grass, which in
this country everywhere follows the rains of spring, was growing
luxuriantly beneath the shelter of large oak and hickory trees.
Of these there was a little clump or grove in the northern arm of the
area; and it was just within the edge of this that the fire was kindled.
From that side an experienced scout might have approached within a few
paces unobserved; but what could one man do against twenty? All that he
could now effect, Edgar thought, was to watch the movements of his
enemies, and take advantage of whatever opportunity might offer; or, if
none should present itself, as was most probable, patiently to await the
arrival of his men.
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