The Land of Bondage: A RomanceBloundelle-Burton, John
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The Land of Bondage: A Romance
Bloundelle-Burton, John
Inheritance and succession -- Fiction; Virginia -- History -- Colonial period, ca. 1600-1775 -- Fiction
That we had proceeded with caution you may be sure. One would as soon
put their head in the lion's mouth as approach an Indian encampment
without due care. Our horses had by this time been left behind,
tethered in a glade and with their heads enveloped in blankets so that
they should not neigh, and one by one the whole of our party, which
consisted of some forty persons, crept slowly round the bluff of the
mountain, leaving the encampment to what I, as a sailor, may describe
as the leeward. Our plan, suggested by an old colonist who had been
engaged in fighting and contending with Indians and wild animals since
far back into the days when William of Orange ruled, was to creep
round this bluff, to ascend it a little, and then, from the elevation,
to look down upon the Indians' town and concoct our method of attack.
And, to the surprise of those who understood the Indian method of
warfare, this we were enabled to do without being discovered. We
encountered no outposts, such as these savage warriors invariably
throw out in a circle round their encampment. We saw no naked breast
or plumed head of Indian sentry gleaming through the pines and
sassafras, laurels and sumachs; no hideously painted face glaring at
us from behind the muscadine vines or maple trees that grew in rich
profusion at the mountain's base, ere its owner launched his poisoned
arrow at us. The reason was, as we learnt later, that none in that
encampment believed that the white avengers could travel twice as fast
as they themselves had travelled. None believed there could possibly
be a pale face within twenty miles of their town; and, more, there
was that taking place in their midst which was enough to distract even
the wary Indian from his duties of watchfulness.
What was happening we ourselves saw a few moments later.
CHAPTER XXVI
AS FOEMEN FIGHT
It was when we had climbed the spur, or bluff, one by one, crawling
like Indians or snakes ourselves, and when we lay prone and gazing
down upon the open space in the encampment that we saw that which
astonished us so.
This it was.
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