The Wild Huntress: Love in the WildernessReid, Mayne
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The Wild Huntress: Love in the Wilderness
Reid, Mayne
Latter Day Saint pioneers -- Fiction; Ute Indians -- Fiction
I agreed to this proposal; and, after securing our four quadrupeds to
trees, we started off into the depth of the woods. Only for a short
distance were we able to make out the footsteps of the men: for they had
chosen the dry sward to walk upon. In one place, where the path was
bare of grass, their tracks were distinctly outlined; and a minute
examination of them assured me of the correctness of my conjecture--that
we were trailing a brace of runaways from a military post. There was no
mistaking the print of the "regulation" shoe. Its shape was impressed
upon my memory as plainly as in the earth before my eyes; and it
required no quartermaster to recognise the low, ill-rounded heel and
flat pegged soles. I identified them at a glance; and saw, moreover,
that the feet of both the fugitives were encased in the same cheap
_chaussure_. Only in size did the tracks differ; and in this so widely,
that the smaller was little more than two-thirds the length of the
larger one! The latter was remarkable for size--not so much in its
breadth as length, which last was not less than thirteen standard
inches!
On noting this peculiarity, my companion uttered an exclamation of
astonishment. "Thar's a fut, an' no mistake!" cried he. "I reck'n
'twar Long-legs as made them tracks. Well! ef I hedn't seed the man
hisself, I'd a swore thar war giants in these parts!"
I made no reply, though far more astonished than he. My astonishment
sprang from a different source; and was mixed up in my mind with some
old memories. _I remembered the foot_!
CHAPTER FORTY THREE.
TRACKING THE TRUNDLE.
Yes, I had seen that foot before; or one so very like it, that the
resemblance was cheating me. This could hardly be. With the exception
of its fellow, the foot of which I was thinking could have no
counterpart on the prairies: it must be the same? At first, my
recollections of it were but vague. I remembered the foot associated
with some ludicrous incidents; but what they were, or when and where
they had occurred, I could not say. Certainly I had seen it somewhere;
but where? No matter: the foot recalled no unpleasant associations. I
felt satisfied it was a _friendly_ one; and was now more anxious than
ever of overtaking its sesquipedalian owner.
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