American fiction -- 19th century; Historical fiction; Indians of North America -- Fiction
Previously, however, to completing the project originally conceived,
a momentary impulse prevailed which urged him to adopt a new mode of
effecting his escape. Now, that most of the savages were on their hands
and knees, struggling to get their noses as near as possible to the
bowl, and all were intent on the same object, it occurred to the
bee-hunter, who was almost as active as the panther of the American
forest, that he might dash on toward the canoe, and make his escape
without further mummery. Had it been only a question of human speed
perhaps such would have been the wisest thing he could do; but a
moment's reflection told him how much swifter than any foot of man was
the bullet of a rifle. The distance exceeded a hundred yards, and it
was altogether in bright light, by means of the two fires, Wolfseye
continuing to pile brush on that near which he still maintained
his post, as if afraid the precious liquor would start out of the
scent-spot, and be wasted should he abandon his ward. Happily,
therefore, le Bourdon relinquished his dangerous project almost as
soon as it was entertained, turning his attention immediately to the
completion of the plan originally laid.
It has been said that the bee-hunter made sundry flourishes with his
wand. While the savages were most eager in endeavoring to smell the
rock, he lightly touched the earth that confined the whiskey in the
largest pool, and opened a passage by which the liquor could trickle
down the side of the rock, selecting a path for itself, until it
actually came into the bowl, by a sinuous but certain channel.
Here was a wonder! Liquor could not only be smelled, but it could be
actually seen! As for Cloud, not satisfied with gratifying the two
senses connected with the discoveries named, he began to lap with his
tongue, like a dog, to try the effect of taste.
“The Manitou does not hide his face from the Pottawattamie!” exclaimed
this savage, rising to his feet in astonishment; “this is the
fire-water, and such as the pale-faces bring us for skins!”
Others imitated his example, and the exclamations of wonder and delight
flew from mouth to mouth, in a torrent of vehement assertions and
ejaculations. So great a “medicine” charm had never before been
witnessed in that tribe, or in that region, and a hundred more might
succeed, before another should equal this in its welcome character.
There was whiskey, of a certainty, not much in quantity, to be sure, but
of excellent quality, as several affirmed, and coming in a current that
was slowly increasing! This last sign was owing to the circumstance
that le Bourdon had deepened the outlet of the pool, permitting a larger
quantity to flow down the little channel.
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