The Daughter of the Chieftain : the Story of an Indian Girl — John Shaqi
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
Mrs. Ripley dared not answer the question as her heart prompted. At the
same time, she could think of no means of throwing them off their track.
"It might have been better had we stayed with Zitner and Burwink--no, it
would not have been," she corrected herself, "for they were unfriendly
to Linna. But we must go."
The only hope that presented itself was that they might travel so far
during the darkness that the Indians would not keep up the pursuit when
the trail was revealed to them.
The moon did not rise until very late, and there being no path, while
all were in total ignorance of the neighborhood, it will be understood
that they had set to work to do a very hard, if not impossible thing.
Ben as usual took the lead, and, before he had gone twenty steps, was
caught under the chin by a protruding limb that almost lifted him
off his feet. Then he went headlong into a hollow and bruised himself
against some stones. Still, he did not give up, and by and by the ground
became more level and his mishaps less frequent.
Alice and Linna, like little heroines, never murmured. All persevered
until it was agreed that they were at least two miles from the camp
fire.
In making this hard journey, every one of the party met with several
narrow escapes, and it was agreed that it was best to go no further
until daylight.
"As soon as we can see, we'll be off again, and ought to be able to
travel as fast as they will do. Where they must watch all the time for
our footprints, they cannot go off a walk."
"We may as well wait."
Throughout their haste, the blankets had been preserved. Indeed, the one
over Ben's arm had served to break his fall more than once. These were
placed on the ground, and the children lay down beside each other,
quickly sinking to sleep; but the others, though pretty well worn, were
too anxious to rest yet awhile.
"I have no idea where we are," said the son; "but one place is as good
as another at such a time, and the weather is so warm that blankets are
not needed. Now, mother, I wish you would lie down beside the children
and rest. You need it badly, I know."
"And so do you, my son."
"Not for some time yet."
"But, if you intend to watch until daylight, you will be worn out by
morning. Besides, you cannot stay awake unless you move about. I will
agree to lie down if you will promise to call me when you think it is
midnight, and let me take a turn."
"I will agree to call you when I feel the need of you, and I will pace
the ground like a sentinel on duty."
The mother was forced to accept this proposition and, after some more
cautious conversation, she did as her boy wished, and he was left alone.
Ben did not forget his slip of the night before. It was necessary that
one of the company should maintain watch while the others slept, and
only these two could do it. He meant to guard the others through the
short summer night, trusting to a chance of getting what slumber he
needed on the morrow when the others were awake.
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