The Daughter of the Chieftain : the Story of an Indian GirlEllis, Edward Sylvester
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The Daughter of the Chieftain : the Story of an Indian Girl
Ellis, Edward Sylvester
Delaware Indians -- Fiction; Indian women -- North America -- Fiction; Indians of North America -- Fiction
The sight was disquieting. Three Indian warriors were there. One had
been gathering dry sticks which he flung on the blaze; another was
helping himself to what was left of the cooked turkey; while the third,
bent low, moved slowly around the lit up portion of the ground with his
eyes fixed on it.
It was plain he was scrutinizing the footprints made by the party that
had left just in time to escape them. It was a fortunate discovery made
by Linna!
With the aid of the bright glare, it could not take him long to identify
the little party as fugitives fleeing eastward, though it may be
questioned whether they learned that it consisted of one large boy, an
adult woman, and two small children.
They were in the battle yesterday. They have left others to look after
those in Wyoming, while they are hunting the poor creatures that have
taken to the woods.
The Iroquois who had been studying the ground straightened himself up
and said something to the others. One of them then flung more fuel on
the flames, and he who was ravenously eating suspended his operations,
but quickly resumed again, as if he liked his occupation better than
anything else to which he could turn his attention.
Then the first stooped down and caught up a burning brand. Several quick
circles over his head fanned it into a vigorous blaze. Holding it aloft,
with his shoulders bent forward, he moved slowly towards Ben Ripley.
He was tracing the footprints by the aid of the torch!
"Gracious! he will be among us in a minute," was the terrifying thought
of the lad, who turned and ran back to his friends, in such haste that
he was in danger of betraying his movements.
"Leave--quick!" he said; "they are after us!"
"No, they are not," replied his mother, who nevertheless stood ready to
do as he said.
Ben looked back. The warrior with a torch, after walking a rod or so
from the fire, had stopped, and was now in plain sight, with the flaming
brand held above his head, while he peered out in the gloom in the
direction of the fugitives, as if expecting to discern them.
Could he have known how near they were, he and his companions would have
rushed down upon them; but they must have thought they had fled much
further. It was impossible to trail them by torchlight as fast as they
could travel, and the Indians did not waste time in the effort. The one
with the torch went back to his companions.
The incident warned our friends of a new form of danger, which until
then had not been counted among the probabilities.
The Indians, as you know, can trace a person through the woods with
wonderful skill, seeing signs where the untrained eye observes nothing.
If these three chose to wait where they were until daylight, there was
nothing to prevent their taking up the trail and tracing the fugitives
wherever they went.
"It won't do to stay here," said Ben, "for they will be right upon us at
daylight."
"Providing they wait where they are."
"Why should they not do so? They are looking for us."
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