American fiction -- 19th century; Historical fiction; Indians of North America -- Fiction
“Brothers, one thing more I have to say. I wish to hear others, and will
not tell all I know this time. One thing more I have to say, and I
now say it. I have told you that we must take the scalps of all the
pale-faces who are now near us. I thought there would have been more,
but the rest do not come. Perhaps they are frightened. There are only
six. Six scalps are not many. I am sorry they are so few. But we can go
where there will be more. One of these six is a medicine-man. I do not
know what to think. It may be good to take his scalp. It may be bad.
Medicine-men have great power. You have seen what this bee-hunter can
do. He knows how to talk with bees. Them little insects can fly into
small places, and see things that Injins cannot see. The Great Spirit
made them so. When we get back all the land, we shall get the bees with
it, and may then hold a council to say what it is best to do with them.
Until we know more, I do not wish to touch the scalp of that bee-hunter.
It may do us great harm. I knew a medicine-man of the pale-faces to lose
his scalp, and small-pox took off half the band that made him prisoner
and killed him. It is not good to meddle with medicine-men. A few days
ago, and I wanted this young man's scalp, very much. Now, I do not want
it. It may do us harm to touch it. I wish to let him go, and to take his
squaw with him. The rest we can scalp.”
Peter cunningly made no allusion to Margery, until just before he
resumed his seat, though now deeply interested in her safety. As for le
Bourdon, so profound was the impression he had made that morning, that
few of the chiefs were surprised at the exemption proposed in his favor.
The superstitious dread of witchcraft is very general among the American
savages; and it certainly did seem to be hazardous to plot the death
of a man, who had even the bees that were humming on all sides of them
under his control. He might at that very moment be acquainted with all
that was passing; and several of the grim-looking and veteran warriors
who sat in the circle, and who appeared to be men able and willing to
encounter aught human, did not fail to remember the probability of a
medicine-man's knowing who were his friends, and who his enemies.
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