The Border Rifles: A Tale of the Texan WarAimard, Gustave
History
The Border Rifles: A Tale of the Texan War
Aimard, Gustave
Texas -- History -- To 1846 -- Fiction; Western stories
"'I do not understand what you say to me,' the Paleface continued. 'I
only know that this land has been given to me; and that, if you do not
consent to withdraw and leave me to the full enjoyment of it, I possess
the means to compel you.'"
"Yes," Tranquil interrupted, "such is the system of those men--murder
and rapine."
"My father retired," the Indian continued, "under the blow of this
threat. The warriors immediately took up arms, the women were hidden in
a cave, and the tribe prepared for resistance. The next morning, at
daybreak, the Palefaces crossed the river and attacked the village. The
fight was long and obstinate. It lasted the whole period contained
between two suns. But what could poor Indians do against Palefaces armed
with rifles? They were conquered and forced to take to flight. Two hours
later, their village was reduced to ashes, and the bones of their
ancestors cast to the four winds. My father was killed in the battle."
"Oh!" the Canadian exclaimed, sadly.
"That is not all," the Chief went on. "The Palefaces discovered the cave
where the women of my tribe were sheltered; and nearly all--for about a
dozen contrived to escape with their papooses--were coldly massacred,
with all the refinements of the most horrible barbarity."
After uttering these words, the Chief hid his head on his buffalo robe,
and his comrades heard the sobs he tried in vain to stifle.
"Such," he went on a moment later, "was the news Blue Fox communicated
to me. 'My father died in his arms, leaving his vengeance as my
inheritance. My brothers, pursued like wild beasts by their ferocious
enemies, and compelled to hide themselves in the most impenetrable
forests, had elected me as Chief. I accepted, making the warriors of my
nation swear to avenge themselves on the Palefaces, who had seized our
village and massacred our brothers. Since our parting, I have not lost a
moment in collecting all the means of revenge. To-day all is ready. The
Palefaces have gone to sleep in a deceitful security, and their
awakening shall be terrible. Will my brother follow me?'"
"Yes, by Heaven! I will follow you, Chief, and help you with all my
ability," Tranquil answered, resolutely, "for your cause is just; but
on one condition."
"My brother can speak."
"The law of the desert says, 'Eye for eye and tooth for tooth,' it is
true; but you can avenge yourself without dishonouring your victory by
useless barbarity. Do not follow the example given you, but be humane,
Chief; and the Great Spirit will smile on your efforts and be favourable
to you."
"Black-deer is not cruel," the Chief answered. "He leaves that to the
Palefaces. He only wishes to be just."
"What you say is noble, Chief; and I am happy to hear you speak thus;
but are your measures well taken? Is your force large enough to ensure
success? You know that the Palefaces are numerous, and never allow one
aggressor to pass unpunished. Whatever may happen, you have to expect
terrible reprisals."
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