The Trappers of Arkansas; or, The Loyal HeartAimard, Gustave
General
The Trappers of Arkansas; or, The Loyal Heart
Aimard, Gustave
Arkansas -- Fiction; Frontier and pioneer life -- West (U.S.) -- Fiction; Trappers -- Fiction; Western stories
But these men, terrified by the imminence of the peril, had lost all
self-possession. And then, what remedy could be employed? The flames
formed an immense circle, of which the camp had become the centre.
The strong breeze, however, which up to that moment had kept alive the
conflagration, by lending it wings, sank all at once.
There was not a breath of air.
The progress of the fire slackened.
Providence granted these unhappy creatures a few minutes more.
At this moment the camp presented a strange aspect.
All the men, struck with terror, had lost the sense even of
self-preservation.
The _lanceros_ confessed to each other.
The guides were plunged in gloomy despair.
The general accused Heaven of his misfortune.
As for the doctor, he only regretted the plant he could not discover;
with him every other consideration yielded to that.
Doña Luz, with her hands clasped, and her knees on the ground, was
praying fervently.
The fire continued to approach, with its vanguard of wild beasts.
"Oh!" cried the general, shaking the arm of the guide violently, "will
you leave us to be burnt thus, without making an effort to save us?"
"What can be done against the will of God?" the Babbler replied,
stoically.
"Are there no means, then, of preserving us from death?"
"None!"
"There is one!" a man cried, who, with a scorched face, and half-burnt
hair, rushed into the camp, climbing over the baggage, and followed by
another individual.
"Who are you?" the general exclaimed.
"That is of little consequence," the stranger replied, drily; "I come to
save you! My companion and I were out of danger; to succour you we have
braved unheard-of perils--that should satisfy you. Your safety is in
your own hands; you have only to will it."
"Command!" the general replied, "I will be the first to give you the
example of obedience."
"Have you no guides with you, then?"
"Certainly we have," said the general.
"Then they are traitors or cowards, for the means I am about to employ
are known to everybody in the prairie."
The general darted a glance of mistrust at the Babbler, who had not been
able to suppress an appearance of disagreeable surprise at the sudden
coming of the two strangers.
"Well," said the hunter, "that is an account you can settle with them
hereafter; we have something else to think of now."
The Mexicans at the sight of this determined man, with his sharp
impressive language, had instinctively beheld a preserver; they felt
their courage revive with hope, and held themselves ready to execute his
orders with promptness.
"Be quick!" said the hunter, "and pull up all the grass that surrounds
the camp."
Everyone set to work at once.
"For our part," the stranger continued, addressing the general, "we will
take wetted blankets and spread them in front of the baggage."
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