While these events were passing near the site of the Lenapé village,
Mahéga pursued his westward course with unremitting activity, for
although he felt little apprehension from the broken and dispirited
band of Delawares, he knew that he was entering a region which was the
hunting–ground of the Pawnees, Otoes, Ioways, and other tribes, all of
whom would consider him a trespasser, and would be disposed to view
his present expedition in the light of a hostile incursion; for this
reason, although he was amply provided with presents for such Indians
as he might fall in with, from the plunder of the Delaware lodges, he
marched with the greatest rapidity and caution, and never relaxed his
speed until he had passed that dangerous region, and had entered upon
the higher, and, comparatively, less frequented plain, lying between
the waters of the Nebraska, or Platte River, and the lower ridges,
known by the name of the Spurs of the Rocky Mountains.
During the whole of this tedious march the attention paid to the
comfort of Olitipa by her wild and wayward captor was constant and
respectful; secure, as he thought, from pursuit, he had determined to
gain her confidence and affection, and thus to share in that mysterious
knowledge and power which he believed her to possess, and which he
well knew that force or harshness would never induce her to impart.
Thus she remained continually attended by her favourite Lita; when the
band halted for refreshment, the choicest morsels were set apart for
her use, and the young branches of the willow or poplar were gathered
to shelter her from the sun. Mahéga rarely addressed her, but when he
did so it was in language calculated to dispel all apprehension of
present injury or insult; and Prairie–bird, remembering the parting
counsel of the missionary, replied to the haughty chief’s inquiries
with courtesy and gentleness; although she could not help shuddering
when she remembered his former violence, and the dreadful massacre at
the Delaware village, she felt deeply grateful to Heaven for having
softened the tiger’s heart towards her, and for having led him, by
means and motives unknown to herself, to consult her safety and her
comfort.
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