American fiction -- 19th century; Historical fiction; Indians of North America -- Fiction
schools manifest in the inquiries that more especially belong to their
habits and training. But their conclusions were confined to themselves;
and they were also sufficiently enveloped in doubts, to leave those who
made them ready enough to receive new impressions on the same subject.
All this, moreover, le Bourdon both saw and understood; or, if not
absolutely all, so much of it as to let him comprehend the main
conclusions of the savages, as well as the process by which they were
reached. To obtain light, the Indians made a fire near the charmed spot,
which brought themselves and their movements into plain view from the
canoe of the bee-hunter. Curiosity now became strongly awakened in the
latter, and he ventured in nearer to the shore, in order to get the
best possible view of what was going on. In a manner, he was solving
an enigma; and he experienced the sort of pleasure we all feel at
exercising our wits on difficulties of that nature. The interest he felt
rendered the young man careless as respected the position of his canoe,
which drifted down before the strong breeze, until le Bourdon found
himself in the very edge of the wild rice, which at this point formed
but a very narrow belt along the beach. It was this plant, indeed, that
contributed to make the young man so regardless of his drift, for he
looked upon the belt of rice as a species of landmark to warn him when
to turn. But, at no other spot along that whole shore, where the plant
was to be found at all, was its belt so narrow as at this, immediately
opposite to the new fire of the savages, and almost within the
influence of its rays. To le Bourdon's surprise, and somewhat to his
consternation, just as his little craft touched the rice, the forms of
two stout warriors passed along the beach, between him and the light,
their feet almost dipping in the water. So near were these two warriors
to him, that, on listening intently, he heard not only their voices,
as they communicated their thoughts to each other in low tones, but
the tread of their moccasined feet on the ground. Retreat, under the
circumstances, would not be safe, for it must have been made under
the muzzles of the rifles; and but one resource presented itself. By
grasping in his hand two or three stalks of the rice-plant, and holding
them firmly, the drift of the canoe was arrested.
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