American fiction -- 19th century; Historical fiction; Indians of North America -- Fiction
“So it has seemed to me, Chippewa. The Injins must be there in a strong
force, and we shall find it no easy matter to get through them. How do
you propose to do it?”
“Go by in night. No udder way. When can't see, can't see. Dere plenty of
rush dere; dat good t'ing, and, p'raps, dat help us. Rush good cover for
canoe. Expec', when we get down 'ere, to get some scalp, too. Plenty of
Pottawattamie about dat lodge, sartain; and it very hard if don't get
some on him scalp. You mean stop, and dig up cache; eh, Bourdon?”
The cool, quiet manner in which Pigeonswing revealed his own plans, and
inquired into those of his friend, had, at least, the effect to revive
the confidence of le Bourdon. He could not think the danger very great
so long as one so experienced as the Chippewa felt so much confidence in
his own future proceedings; and, after talking a short time longer with
this man, the bee-hunter went to seek Margery, in order to impart to her
a due portion of his own hopes.
The sisters were preparing the breakfast. This was done without the use
of fire, it being too hazardous to permit smoke to rise above the tops
of the trees. Many is the camp that has been discovered by the smoke,
which can be seen at a great distance; and it is a certain sign of the
presence of man, when it ascends in threads, or such small columns as
denote a domestic fire beneath. This is very different from the clouds
that float above the burning prairies, and which all, at once, impute
to their true origin. The danger of using fire had been so much guarded
against by our fugitives, that the cooking of the party had been done
at night; the utmost caution having been used to prevent the fire itself
from being seen, and care taken to extinguish it long before the return
of day. A supply of cold meat was always on hand, and had it not been,
the fugitives would have known how to live on berries, or, at need, to
fast; anything was preferable, being exposed to certain capture.
As soon as the party had broken their fast, arrangements were made for
recruiting nature by sleep. As for Pigeonswing, Indian-like, he had
eaten enormously, no reasonable quantity of venison sufficing to appease
his appetite; and when he had eaten, he lay down in the bottom of his
canoe and slept. Similar dispositions were made of their persons by the
rest, and half an hour after the meal was ended, all there were in a
profound sleep. No watch was considered necessary, and none was kept.
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