American fiction -- 19th century; Historical fiction; Indians of North America -- Fiction
A better altar could not have been selected in all that vast region. It
was one of nature's own erecting; and le Bourdon and his pretty bride
placed themselves before it, with feelings suited to the solemnity of
the occasion. The good missionary stood within the shade of a burr oak
in the centre of those park-like Openings, every object looking fresh,
and smiling, and beautiful. The sward was gieen, and short as that of
a well-tended lawn; the flowers were, like the bride herself, soft,
modest, and sweet; while charming rural vistas stretched through the
trees, much as if art had been summoned in aid of the great mistress who
had designed the landscape. When the parties knelt in prayer--which all
present did, not excepting the worthy corporal--it was on the verdant
ground, with first the branches of the trees, and then the deep,
fathomless vault of heaven for a canopy. In this manner was the marriage
benediction pronounced on the bee-hunter and Margery Waring, in the
venerable Oak Openings. No gothic structure, with its fretted aisles and
clustered columns, could have been onehalf as appropriate for the union
of such a couple.
CHAPTER XXII.
No shrift the gloomy savage brooks,
As scowling on the priest he looks;
Cowesass--cowesass--tawkich wessasseen!
Let my father look on Bornazeen--
My father's heart is the heart of a squaw,
But mine is so hard that it does not thaw,
--WHITTIER.
Leaving the newly-married couple to pursue their way homeward, it is now
our province to return to Prairie Round. One accustomed to such
scenes would easily have detected the signs of divided opinions and of
agitating doubts among the chiefs, though nothing like contention or
dispute had yet manifested itself. Peter's control was still in the
ascendant, and he had neglected none of his usual means of securing
influence. Perhaps he labored so much the harder, from the circumstance
that he now found himself so situated, as to be compelled to undo much
that he had previously done.
On the other hand, Ungque appeared to have no particular cause of
concern. His manner was as much unoccupied as usual; and to his habit of
referring all his influence to sudden and powerful bursts of eloquence,
if design of any sort was entertained, he left his success.
We pass over the details of assembling the council. The spot was not
exactly on the prairie, but in a bit of lovely “Opening” on its margin,
where the eye could roam over a wide extent of that peculiar natural
meadow, while the body enjoyed the shades of the wood. The chiefs alone
were in the circle, while the “braves” and the “young men” generally
formed a group on the outside; near enough to hear what passed, and to
profit by it, if so disposed. The pipe was smoked, and all the ordinary
customs observed, when Bear's Meat arose, the first speaker on that
momentous occasion.
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