The Southern Literary Messenger, Vol. II., No. 12, November, 1836Various
General
The Southern Literary Messenger, Vol. II., No. 12, November, 1836
Various
American literature -- 19th century -- Periodicals
Another cloud was soon to rest on Colonel Carlisle’s family. The
period destined for the departure of their Indian friends was at hand.
Arrowfoot spoke not of his purpose, until his plans were matured, but
his countenance betrayed the struggle within. There was something
almost solemn in the secrecy and silence with which these young
Indians made preparation for their pilgrimage. Lest they should yield
to the sympathies of nature, in receiving the expressions of the love
and gratitude of the companions of their childhood, they kept almost
aloof from them; and it was only by stealth that Eva and Eldred
conveyed to their secret depository, stores for their long journey,
and mementos of attachment.
Colonel Carlisle, while he lamented deeply the obligation which must
separate the Indian orphans from their only earthly friends, could not
violate his pledge to their father by attempting to detain them. He
restored to Arrowfoot the wampum belt of the Spread Eagle, remarking,
that it contained something which he must not examine till he had
crossed the great western river. The Indian made the promise, deeming
it some mysterious token left him by his father; and Colonel Carlisle
hoped the large sum of gold he had prevailed on him by this stratagem
to accept, would be of use to him in after life.
The evening preceding his departure, Arrowfoot’s heart seemed lighter
than usual. He led Eva to one of the favorite haunts of their
childhood. “Eva,” he said, “you have seen my dark and sad countenance;
you have thought me ungrateful and unhappy. Yes, the soul of Arrowfoot
is debased; it has rebelled against the command of my dying father,
and preferred degradation and pity to the high hopes of my brethren in
the West. Eva, you know it not, but it was the spell of Eva’s voice,
the charm of Eva’s eye, that darkened my soul; but now, that dream is
gone, my soul rises from its sleep, and brushes away the dew that
dimmed its sight.” The tears of Eva flowed fast, to think that she had
ever caused grief in such a noble heart. She turned to speak some word
of comfort to him, but he had left her side, and plunged into the
forest to regain calmness.
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