American fiction -- 19th century; Historical fiction; Indians of North America -- Fiction
few more minutes le Bourdon stopped, near the place of his destination.
As a fresh scent of whiskey was very perceptible here, a murmur of
admiration, not unmixed with delight, passed among the attendants.
“Now, let the young men build a fire for ME” said the bee-hunter,
solemnly--“not such a fire as that which is burning on the hill, but a
medicine-fire. I SMELL the whiskey spring, and want a medicine-light to
SEE it.”
A dozen young men began to collect the brush; in a minute a pile of some
size had been accumulated on a flat rock, within twenty feet of the spot
where le Bourdon knew that the cask had been dashed to pieces. When he
thought the pile sufficiently large, he told Crowsfeather that it might
be lighted by bringing a brand from the other fire.
“This will not be a medicine-light, for that can come only from
'medicine-matches,'” he added; “but I want a fire to see the shape of
the ground. Put in the brand, brothers; let us have a flame.”
The desire of the bee-hunter was gratified, and the whole of the base
of the hill around the spot where the filled cask had broken, was
illuminated.
“Now, let all the Pottawattamies stand back,” added le Bourdon,
earnestly. “It might cost a warrior his life to come forward too
soon--or, if not his life, it might give a rheumatism that can never be
cured, which is worse. When it is time for my red brothers to advance,
they will be called.”
As the bee-hunter accompanied this announcement by suitable gestures,
he succeeded in ranging all of the silent, but excited savages on three
sides of his fire, leaving that next his mysterious spring to
himself, alone. When all was arranged, le Bourdon moved slowly, but
unaccompanied, to the precise spot where the cask had broken. Here he
found the odor of the whiskey so strong, as to convince him that some
of the liquor must yet remain. On examining more closely, he ascertained
that several shallow cavities of the flat rock, on which the cask had
been dashed, still contained a good deal of the liquor; enough to prove
of great assistance to his medicine character.
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