Towards the close of the second day’s march, one of the Delawares,
who had been sent forward to reconnoitre, galloped to the rear and
reported that he had seen one or two men at a great distance a–head,
nearly in the line of the trail which they were now following. Reginald
immediately sprung upon Nekimi, who was walking like a pet–dog at
his side; and, accompanied by Ethelston, rode forward to examine the
strangers with his telescope. The undulations of the intervening
ground hid them for a considerable time from his view, and when they
reappeared they were near enough to be clearly distinguished through
his glass.
“War–Eagle,” he exclaimed, “Heaven be praised! It is my brave Indian
brother returning with young Wingenund. Edward, I will now present to
you the noblest creature that ever yet I encountered in human shape.
My feelings would prompt me to rush forward and embrace him; but we
must conform ourselves to Indian usage here, or we shall lose the good
opinion of our Delaware friends.”
Reginald had confided to his friend all that had passed between himself
and War–Eagle, not even omitting his unfortunate and long–cherished
passion for Prairie–bird, so that Ethelston awaited his approach with
no ordinary interest.
As the Delaware chieftain advanced with erect front, his expanded chest
thrown slightly forward, and the fine symmetry of his form developed
in every movement as he stepped lightly over the prairie, Ethelston
felt that he had never seen, either in nature or in the works of art, a
finer specimen of manhood; and when he witnessed the grave simplicity
which mingled with his cordial greeting of Reginald Brandon, he
could not deny that features, form, and bearing stamped the Delaware
chieftain at once as one of the lords of the creation. Neither did the
gentle gracefulness of the slighter figure by whom he was accompanied
escape Ethelston’s notice, and he felt no difficulty in recognising, in
the interesting features of the youth, that Wingenund of whose high and
amiable qualities he had heard so much from Reginald.
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