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
The Indian smiled disdainfully. "The Long Knives of the West are
cowardly dogs and rabbits. The squaws of the Pawnees will make them
petticoats," he answered. "Black-deer will go with his tribe to settle
on the great prairies of the Comanches, who will receive them as
brothers, and the Palefaces of the West will not know where to find
them."
"That is a good idea, Chief; but, since you have been driven from your
village, have you not kept spies round the Americans, in order to be
informed of their actions? that was important for the success of your
further plans."
Black-deer smiled, but made no other answer, whence the Canadian
concluded that the Redskin had, with the sagacity and prudence which
characterize his race, taken all the necessary precautions to insure
the success of the blow he was about to deal at the new clearing.
Tranquil, owing to his semi-Indian education, and the hereditary hatred
which, as a true Canadian, he bore to the Anglo-Saxon race, was
perfectly well inclined to help the Pawnee Chief in taking an exemplary
vengeance on the Americans for the insults he had received at their
hands; but with that correctness of judgment which formed the basis of
his character, he did not wish to let the Indians indulge in those
atrocious cruelties, to which they only too often yield in the first
intoxication of victory. Hence the determination he formed had a double
object--in the first place, to insure as far as he could the success of
his friends, and, secondly, to employ all the influence he possessed
over them, to restrain them after the battle, and prevent them satiating
their vengeance on the conquered, and, above all, on the women and
children.
As we have seen, he did not attempt to conceal his object from
Black-deer, and laid down as the first condition of his co-operation,
which the Indians would be delighted to receive, that no unnecessary
cruelty should be committed.
Quoniam, for his part, did not make any stipulation; a natural enemy of
the Whites, and specially of the North Americans, he eagerly seized the
occasion of dealing them as much injury as possible, and avenging
himself for the ill treatment he had experienced, without taking the
trouble to reflect that the people he was about to fight were innocent
in the matter of his wrong; these individuals were North Americans, and
that reason was more than sufficient to justify, in the sight of the
vindictive Negro, the conduct he proposed to carry out when the moment
arrived.
After a few minutes the Canadian spoke again.
"Where are your warriors?" he asked the Chief.
"I left them three suns' march from the spot where we now are; if my
brother has nothing to keep him longer here, we will set out
immediately, in order to join them as soon as possible, for my return is
impatiently expected by the warriors."
"Let us go," the Canadian said; "the day is not yet far advanced, and it
is needless for us to waste our time in chattering like curious old
women."
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