They had followed the trail for some time without meeting with any game
when the quick eye of Mahéga detected a mountain–deer, browsing at
no great distance, and in a moment an arrow from his bow pierced its
flank; the wounded animal bounded onward into the glade, and the chief
sprang forward in pursuit. The Osages fixed their keen and eager eyes
on the chase, muttering half–aloud expressions of impatient discontent
at being prevented from joining it. Swift as had been the arrow of
Mahéga, it was not more so than the thought and hand of Prairie–bird,
who contrived while her guards were gazing intently on the deer and its
pursuer, to let fall unperceived a small slip of paper upon the trail:
so completely did she appear absorbed in watching the chase, that the
movement was unnoticed even by Lita, and the party continued their way
a few hundred steps when a signal from Mahéga, now out of sight, soon
brought one of his followers to assist him in cutting up the quarry.
Before leaving her tent, Prairie–bird had prepared and secreted about
her person several small slips of paper, on each of which she had
written the word, “Follow,” trusting to her own ingenuity to find an
opportunity of dropping one now and then unobserved by the Osages.
Such an opportunity having now occurred, it had been successfully
employed, and the maiden went forward with a lighter heart, in the
confident hope that Providence would cause some friendly eye to rest
upon the slight, yet guiding token left upon her path.
For two days Mahéga pursued his march leisurely, as if fearless
of pursuit, halting frequently to afford rest and refreshment to
Prairie–bird, and camping at night, on some sheltered spot, where his
men constructed for her protection a hut, or bower of branches, over
which was thrown a covering of skins: before setting out in the morning
this bower was destroyed, and the branches dragged to some distance in
several directions; and Mahéga having carefully examined the spot, was
the last to leave it, in order to ensure that no indication or trace of
his fair prisoner might remain.
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