The Pilgrims of New England: A Tale of the Early American SettlersWebb, J. B., Mrs. (Annie)
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The Pilgrims of New England: A Tale of the Early American Settlers
Webb, J. B., Mrs. (Annie)
Pilgrims (New Plymouth Colony) -- Fiction
It was not that he loved Oriana. His heart was incapable of that
sentiment which alone is worthy of the name. But he had set his mind on
obtaining her, because she was, in every way, superior to the rest of
her young companions; and because such a union would aggrandize him in
the estimation of the tribe, and tend to further his views of becoming
their chief.
After the failure of his schemes for the utter destruction of the
British settlements, and all his malicious designs against Rodolph in
particular, his personal views with regard to Oriana and Henrich, and
his desire to rule in Tisquantum's stead, returned to his mind with
unabated force, and he resolved again to join the Sachem, and endeavor
to regain his former influence over him, and the consideration in which
he had once been held by his subject-warriors. But the removal of the
tribe to the north, and their frequent journeyings from place to place,
had, for a great length of time, baffled his search; and when, at last,
he was successful, and a Nausett hunter--who had been dispatched from
Paomet on an errand to Tisquantum--met him, and guided him to the
encampment, it was only to have all his hopes dashed for ever to the
ground, and his soul more inflamed with wrath and malice than ever.
On reaching the Nausett village Coubitant had met Jyanough, and been
conducted by him to his hut, where he learnt from him and Mailah all
that had happened to themselves and their friends since he had lost
sight of them; and it had required all the red-man's habitual self-
command and habit of dissimulation to enable him to conceal his fury
and disappointment. He did conceal them, however; and so effectually,
that both the Cree and his wife were deceived, and though that the
narrative excited in him no deeper interest than former intimacy would
naturally create. But this was far from being the case. Oriana and the
chieftainship were lost to him at present, it is true; but revenge
might still be his--that prize that Satan holds out to his slaves to
tempt them on to further guilt and ruin. To win that prize--and,
possibly, even more than that--was worth some further effort: and
deceit was no great effort to Coubitant.
So he smiled in return to Henrich's greeting, and tried to draw Oriana
into friendly conversation, by noticing her lovely boy; who, however,
received his advances with a very bad grace. He also addressed
Tisquantum with all that respectful deference that is expected by an
aged Indian--more especially a Sachem--from the younger members of his
race; and, at length, he succeeded in banishing from the minds of
almost all his former acquaintances those doubts and suspicions that
his conduct had once aroused; and he was again admitted to the same
terms of intimacy with the Chief and his family that he had enjoyed in
years long gone by.
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