The lost hunter: A tale of early timesAdams, John Turvill
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The lost hunter: A tale of early times
Adams, John Turvill
Adventure stories; Indians of North America -- Fiction; New England -- Fiction
to a child; or, if the Indian were hostile, as the hunter does to the
bears, and wolves, and catamounts, he pursues.
"Peena," said Holden, "I thank thee. It is not in human nature to
be ungrateful for affection, whatever be the color of the skin that
covers the heart which offers it. But dismiss thy fears, and think of
them as unsubstantial as the morning mist. And know that at all times
doubt and fear are in vain. Thou canst not make one hair white and
another black. It is appointed unto all men once to die, but of the
times and seasons, though fixed by the Master of Life with infallible
wisdom, and by a decree that may not be gainsaid, no man knoweth. The
arrow shot by the hand of Jehovah must reach its mark, though thou
seest not its track in the clouds."
Somewhat more effect attended Esther's visit to Pownal, not that,
indeed, she felt the same apprehensions for him as for his father, or
was able to inspire him with fears on his own account. Living in the
village, and with habits so different from those of Holden, he was
vastly less exposed to a danger of the kind she apprehended. The
bullet or the knife of the savage would not be likely to reach him
in the streets of Hillsdale. For it is no part of the tactics of
an American Indian to expose his own life. On the contrary, he is
considered a fool who does so unnecessarily. Stratagem is prized above
force, and he is the greatest warrior who, while inflicting an injury,
takes care not to expose himself to harm. Esther knew all this, and
for these reasons, perhaps, if with Holden she was vague, with his son
she was oracular. Consequently, Pownal only laughed at her, when she
spoke of himself, as well, indeed, he might, but when she referred
to his father, the case was altered. Not that any clear, well-defined
danger presented itself, but as in low, monotonous tones the squaw
proceeded, darkly hinting at what she would not explain, an oppression
fell upon his spirits as strange as it was painful. We can liken it
to nothing with more propriety than to that dim sense of terror and
discomfort which is sometimes observed in the inferior animals at the
approach of an eclipse or the bursting of a hurricane. Yielding to the
mysterious monitor, and prompt in action as he was rapid in judgment,
Pownal proceeded instantly to seek his father.
CHAPTER XXXV.
And with him thousand phantoms joined
Who prompt to deeds accursed the mind,
And those the fiends who, near allied,
O'er Nature's wounds and wrecks preside;
While Vengeance, in the lurid air,
Lifts his right arm, exposed and bare.
COLLINS.
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