The Wild Huntress: Love in the Wilderness — John Shaqi
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
"Then I must take the law into my own hands," rejoined I, falling into
very old-fashioned phraseology--for I was beginning to feel indignant at
the very idea of this prospective difficulty. "No, Warfield," replied
my sober friend, "do not take that course; I know you are not the man to
be _scared_ out of your rights; but, in the present case, prudence is
the proper course to follow.--Your squatter, if there be one--it is to
be hoped that, like many of our grand cities, he has only an existence
on the map--but if there should be a real live animal of this
description on the ground, he will be almost certain to have
neighbours--some half-dozen of his own kidney--living at greater or less
distances around him. They are not usually of a clannish disposition;
but, in a matter of this kind, they will be as unanimous in their
sympathies, and antipathies too, as they would about the butchering of a
bear. Turn one of them out by force--either legal or otherwise--and it
would be like bringing a hornets' nest about your ears. Even were you
to succeed in so clearing your land, you would find ever afterwards a
set of very unpleasant neighbours to live among. I know some cases in
point, that occurred nearer home here. In fact, on some wild lands of
my own I had an instance of the kind."
"What, then, am I to do? Can you advise me?"
"Do as others have often done before you; and who have actually been
forced to the course of action I shall advise. _Should there be a
squatter_, and one likely to prove obstinate, approach him as gently as
you can, and state your case frankly. You will find this the best mode
of treating with these fellows--many of whom have a dash of honour, as
well as honesty in their composition. Speak of the _improvements_ he
has made, and offer him a recompense."
"Ah! friend Blount," replied I, addressing my kind host by his baptismal
name, "it is much easier to listen to your advice than follow it."
"Come, old comrade!" rejoined he, after a momentary pause, "I think I
understand you. There need be no concealment between friends, such as
we are. Let not that difficulty hinder you from following the course I
have recommended. The old general's property is not all gone yet; and,
should you stand in need of a hundred or two, to make a _second_
purchase of your plantation, send me word, and--"
"Thanks, Blount--thanks! it is just as I should have expected; but I
shall not become your debtor for such a purpose. I have been a
frontiersman too long to be bullied by a backwoodsman--"
"There now, Warfield, just your own passionate self! Nay, you must take
my advice. Pray, do not go rashly about it, but act as I have
counselled you."
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