American fiction -- 19th century; Historical fiction; Indians of North America -- Fiction
As soon as the two men had taken their stations, and began to look about
them, a feeling of awe mingled with their curiosity. Truly, the scene
was one so very remarkable and imposing that it might have filled more
intellectual and better fortified minds with some such sensation.
The fire was by no means large, nor was it particularly bright; but
sufficient to cast a dim light on the objects within reach of its rays.
It was in the precise centre of a bit of bottom land of about half an
acre in extent, which was so formed and surrounded, as to have something
of the appearance of the arena of a large amphitheatre. There was one
break in the encircling rise of ground, it is true, and that was at
a spot directly opposite the station of le Bourdon and his companion,
where the rill which flowed from the spring found a passage out toward
the more open ground. Branches shaded most of the mound, but the arena
itself was totally free from all vegetation but that which covered the
dense and beautiful sward with which it was carpeted. Such is a brief
description of the natural accessories of this remarkable scene.
But it was from the human actors, and their aspects, occupations,
movements, dress, and appearance generally, that the awe which came
over both the bee-hunter and the corporal had its origin. Of these, near
fifty were present, offering a startling force by their numbers alone.
Each man was a warrior, and each warrior was in his paint. These were
facts that the familiarity of the two white men with Indian customs
rendered only too certain. What was still more striking was the fact
that all present appeared to be chiefs; a circumstance which went to
show that an imposing body of red men was most likely somewhere in the
openings, and that too at no great distance. It was while observing and
reflecting on all these things, a suspicion first crossed the mind of le
Bourdon that this great council was about to be held, at that midnight
hour, and so near his own abode, for the purpose of accommodating Peter,
whose appearance in the dark crowd, from that instant, he began to
expect.
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