The boys' book of Indian battles and adventures, with anecdotes about them
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The boys' book of Indian battles and adventures, with anecdotes about them
Indians of North America -- Anecdotes
On one occasion, M’Dougal had a melder of corn to grind, and as the
distance was considerable, and the roads none of the smoothest, this
important part of his duty could only be performed by starting with the
sun, and returning with the going down of the same. In his absence, the
care of the cattle devolved on his spouse, and as they did not return
at the usual hour, the careful matron went out in quest of them. Beyond
its mere outskirts, the forest was, to her, _terra incognita_, in the
most emphatic sense of the term; and with no compass, or notched trees
to guide, it is not to be wondered at that she wandered long and wearily
to very little purpose. Like alps on alps, tall trees arose on every
side—a boundless continuity of shade—and, fatigued with the search,
she deemed it prudent to retrace her steps, while it was yet time. But
this resolution was much easier formed than executed; returning was as
dangerous as “going o’er,” and, after wandering for hours, she sunk on
the ground, her eyes swollen and filled with tears, and her mind agitated
almost to distraction. But here she had not rested many minutes, before
she was startled by the sound of approaching footsteps, and, anon, an
Indian hunter stood before her, “a stoic of the woods, a man without
fear.” Mrs. M’Dougal knew that Indians lived at no great distance, but
as she had never seen a member of the tribe, her emotions were those
of terror—quickening, it may be said, every pulse, and yet paralyzing
every limb. The Indian’s views were more comprehensive; constantly on
the look out, in search of the quarry, and accustomed to make circuits,
comprising the superficies of many a highland mountain and glen, he had
observed her, without being observed himself, knew her home, recognized
her person, comprehended her mishap, divined her errand, and immediately
beckoned her to follow him. The unfortunate woman understood his signal,
and obeyed it, as far as terror left her power; and, after a lengthened
sweep, which added not a little to her previous fatigue, they arrived at
the door of an Indian wigwam.
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