The Cavaliers of Virginia, vol. 2 of 2: or, The Recluse of Jamestown; An historical romance of the Old DominionCaruthers, William Alexander
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The Cavaliers of Virginia, vol. 2 of 2: or, The Recluse of Jamestown; An historical romance of the Old Dominion
Caruthers, William Alexander
Virginia -- History -- Colonial period, ca. 1600-1775 -- Fiction
The very first on the list of these nations was the Chickahominy, at the
head of which was the youthful queen, who had so lately perilled her
life and her authority for his own salvation from the tortures of her
countrymen. His decisive and energetic mind perceived the stern
necessity which existed of driving these melancholy relics of once
powerful nations far distant from the haunts of the white man. The
question was not now presented to his mind, whether a foreign nation
should land upon the shores of these aboriginal possessors. That
question had long since been decided. It was now a matter of life or
death with the European settlers and their descendants--a question of
existence or no existence--permanent peace or continual murders. The
whites had tried all the conciliatory measures of which they supposed
themselves possessed. Peace after peace had succeeded to the frequent
fires and bloodshed of the savages. The calumet had been smoked time
after time, and hostage after hostage had been exchanged, yet there was
no peace and security for the white man. The right of the aboriginals to
the soil was indeed plain and indisputable; yet now that the Europeans
were in possession, whether by purchase or conquest, the absolute
necessity of offensive warfare against them was equally plain and
unquestioned in his mind. These views had been hastily communicated to
the council of officers held on the banks of the river, at the
commencement of the march, and unanimously concurred in by them.
Notwithstanding this unanimity of opinion among his associates in
command, the very first duty which presented itself in accordance with
these views, harrowed his feelings in the most painful manner. His
imagination carried him forward to the succeeding morning, when his
followers would in all probability be carrying fire and sword into the
heart of the settlement ruled by his preserver. As the refined and
feeling surgeon weeps in secret over the necessity of a painful and
dangerous operation upon a delicate female friend, yet subdues his
feelings and steels his nerves for the approaching trial, so our
youthful commander silenced the rising weakness in his heart, and urged
his steed still deeper into the forest. He determined to temper and
soften stern necessity with humanity.
A few hours' ride brought him up with the baggage and artillery of the
army. The sun had already gone down, but a brilliant starlight, and a
balmy and serene air revived his drooping spirits, as he swiftly passed
these lumbering appendages.
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