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
Twenty times do they repass the same place, entangling, as it were, the
traces of their passage in each other, in such a manner that they end by
becoming inextricable; neglecting no accident of the ground, marching in
each other's footsteps to conceal their number, following for whole days
the course of rivulets, frequently with the water up to their waist,
carrying their precautions and patience so far as ever to efface with
their hands, and, so to speak, step by step the vestiges which might
denounce them to the keen, interested eyes of their enemies.
The tribe of the Serpent, to which the warriors commanded by Eagle Head
belonged, had entered the prairies nearly five hundred warriors strong,
in order to hunt the buffalo, and give battle to the Pawnees and Sioux,
with whom they were continually at war.
It was Eagle Head's object, as soon as his campaign should be over, to
join his brothers immediately, in order to place in safety the booty
gained by the capture of the village, and to take part in a grand
expedition which his tribe was preparing against the white trappers and
half-breeds spread over the prairies, whom the Indians, with reason,
considered as implacable enemies.
Notwithstanding the extreme precaution displayed by the chief, the
detachment had marched rapidly.
On the evening of the sixth day that had passed away since the
destruction of the fort, the Comanches halted on the banks of a little
river without a name, as is the case sometimes in these wilds, and
prepared to encamp for the night.
Nothing is more simple than the encamping of Indians upon the warpath.
The horses are hobbled, that they may not stray away; if the savages
do not fear a surprise, they kindle a fire; if the contrary, everyone
manages to get a little food and rest as well as he can.
Since their departure from the fort, no indication had given the
Comanches reason to think they were pursued or watched, and their scouts
had discovered no suspicious track. They were at but a short distance
from the camp of their tribe,--their security was complete.
Eagle Head ordered a fire to be lit, and himself posted sentinels to
watch over the safety of all.
When he had taken these prudent measures, the chief placed his back
against an ebony tree, took his calumet, and ordered the old man and the
Spanish woman to be brought before him.
When they appeared, Eagle Head saluted the old man cordially, and
offered him his calumet, a mark of kindness which the old man accepted,
carefully preparing himself for the questions which the Indian was,
doubtless, about to put to him.
As he expected, after a silence of a few moments, the latter spoke.
"Does my brother find himself comfortable with the redskins?" asked he.
"I should be wrong to complain, chief," the Spaniard replied; "since I
have been with you I have been treated very kindly."
"My brother is a friend," the Comanche said, emphatically.
The old man bowed.
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