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
He dared not communicate it to Peena. He understood her gentle
nature too well to suppose that, under any circumstances, she could
sympathize with him, even though she felt no sense of obligation to
Holden; and, besides, he distrusted her as one who had abandoned the
faith of her fathers. For, although no Christian in the proper import
of the word, the sweet and purifying influences of Christianity had
not been wholly thrown away upon Peena. She had many friends in the
neighboring village who had been attracted by her gentle temper and
modesty, conspicuous among whom was Faith Armstrong. Hence, when she
came to the village, as not unfrequently was the case, in order to
sell the berries she had gathered in the fields, or pretty baskets
stained with such lively colors as the simple skill of the Indians
knew how to extract from roots and the bark of trees, it seldom
happened that she returned without having made Faith a visit. On such
occasions the enthusiastic girl would strive to inform her on points
of religion which, to her own mind, were of the highest importance.
Peena would listen, and never contradict, though, it is probable, she
understood but little of what to Faith's apprehension was clear.
It was impossible, however, not to derive benefit from such meetings.
None could be in the presence of Faith without being influenced by
the atmosphere of goodness in which she moved. And, indeed, that she
herself derived pleasure from the presence of Peena, was evidence of
the gentle worth of the latter.
No wonder then that Ohquamehud determined to conceal his fell purpose
in his own heart. When, therefore, with the quiet step peculiar to his
race, he glided into her hut, just before the setting of the sun, he
had chased the traces of passion from his brow, and met her with a
calm and satisfied mien. So perfect was the dissimulation that even
one less guileless than the woman would have been deceived. In the
present case, the preoccupation of her mind in Holden's favor made it
easier.
"My brother," she said, with a pleased expression, as she caught sight
of his altered appearance, "is like the sky in summer when not a cloud
is to be seen."
"The cloud has left the sky of Ohquamehud."
This was said with a natural and easy air, as if all suspicion were
banished from his mind; nor was the subject further adverted to.
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