The Crows still hovered upon the summit of the adjoining hill, and
several minutes of breathless interest elapsed ere the approaching
band emerged from a hollow, upon a point of the valley where they were
now clearly distinguishable, and proved to be, as Reginald had said, a
mixed party of Indians and white men.
He was not aware that among the latter was a telescope as good, and a
horseman whose eye was more practised in the use of it than his own;
that horseman galloped out in front of his band, and advanced at full
speed to the spot where Reginald stood, and almost before the latter
could rightly use his faculties of sight or speech, that horseman flung
himself from his horse, and Reginald was in the arms of Ethelston.
There is nothing that stirs the heart to its very depths, more than the
meeting of a friend after a long separation; not such a friend as is
found in the ordinary intercourse of worldly society, but a friend whom
we really esteem and love, a friend whom we have learnt to cherish in
our bosom’s core,—this must have been felt by all (alas! they are not
very many) who have deserved and obtained such a blessing in life. How,
then, must these stirrings of the heart be increased if such a friend
comes to our aid and comfort when we thought him thousands of miles
distant, when we are in anxiety and peril, when he brings us the latest
tidings of our home! We will not attempt to describe the meeting of
the two long–separated and loving friends under such circumstances, nor
to relate one hundredth part of the inquiries which each had to make
and to reply to.
The reader is already in possession of the information which they had
to communicate to each other, and can easily understand how Ethelston
and his party, guided by the young Delaware, had followed the trail on
which they had been preceded by the bands of Mahéga and of Reginald:
the latter greeted with cordial pleasure Paul Müller, who now advanced
to offer him his friendly salutation, while Pierre Baptiste, and
Bearskin, who had weathered many a stormy day by flood and field
together, interchanged the grasp of their horny hands with undisguised
satisfaction.
In the meeting between the two bands of the Delawares there was less
demonstration, but it may be doubted whether there was less excitement,
as the last comers narrated to their comrades the bloody vengeance
which they had taken on some of their foes, and dilated upon that which
they anticipated in pursuit of Mahéga.
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