"Ay, "tis in the reason of natur" that it should be so, Doctor,"
continued the trapper, when he had interpreted this answer to the disappointed naturalist. "The p.a.w.nees are a wise and a great people, and I"ll engage they abound in many a wholesome and honest tradition. The hunters and trappers, that I sometimes see, speak of a great warrior of your race."
"My tribe are not women. A brave is no stranger in my village."
"Ay; but he, they speak of most, is a chief far beyond the renown of common warriors, and one that might have done credit to that once mighty but now fallen people, the Delawares of the hills."
"Such a warrior should have a name?"
"They call him Hard-Heart, from the stoutness of his resolution; and well is he named, if all I have heard of his deeds be true."
The stranger cast a glance, which seemed to read the guileless soul of the old man, as he demanded--
"Has the Pale-face seen the partisan of my people?"
"Never. It is not with me now, as it used to be some forty years ago, when warfare and bloodshed were my calling and my gifts!"
A loud shout from the reckless Paul interrupted his speech, and at the next moment the bee-hunter appeared, leading an Indian war-horse from the side of the thicket opposite to the one occupied by the party.
"Here is a beast for a Red-skin to straddle!" he cried, as he made the animal go through some of its wild paces. "There"s not a brigadier in all Kentucky that can call himself master of so sleek and well-jointed a nag! A Spanish saddle too, like a grandee of the Mexicos! and look at the mane and tail, braided and platted down with little silver b.a.l.l.s, as if it were Ellen herself getting her shining hair ready for a dance, or a husking frolic! Isn"t this a real trotter, old trapper, to eat out of the manger of a savage?"
"Softly, lad, softly. The Loups are famous for their horses, and it is often that you see a warrior on the prairies far better mounted, than a congress-man in the settlements. But this, indeed, is a beast that none but a powerful chief should ride! The saddle, as you rightly think, has been sit upon in its day by a great Spanish captain, who has lost it and his life together, in some of the battles which this people often fight against the southern provinces. I warrant me, I warrant me, the youngster is the son of a great chief; may be of the mighty Hard-Heart himself!"
During this rude interruption to the discourse, the young p.a.w.nee manifested neither impatience nor displeasure; but when he thought his beast had been the subject of sufficient comment, he very coolly, and with the air of one accustomed to have his will respected, relieved Paul of the bridle, and throwing the reins on the neck of the animal, he sprang upon his back, with the activity of a professor of the equestrian art. Nothing could be finer or firmer than the seat of the savage. The highly wrought and c.u.mbrous saddle was evidently more for show than use.
Indeed it impeded rather than aided the action of limbs, which disdained to seek a.s.sistance, or admit of restraint from so womanish inventions as stirrups. The horse, which immediately began to prance, was, like its rider, wild and untutored in all his motions, but while there was so little of art, there was all the freedom and grace of nature in the movements of both. The animal was probably indebted to the blood of Araby for its excellence, through a long pedigree, that embraced the steed of Mexico, the Spanish barb, and the Moorish charger. The rider, in obtaining his steed from the provinces of Central-America, had also obtained that spirit and grace in controlling him, which unite to form the most intrepid and perhaps the most skilful horseman in the world.
Notwithstanding this sudden occupation of his animal, the p.a.w.nee discovered no hasty wish to depart. More at his ease, and possibly more independent, now he found himself secure of the means of retreat, he rode back and forth, eyeing the different individuals of the party with far greater freedom than before. But, at each extremity of his ride, just as the sagacious trapper expected to see him profit by his advantage and fly, he would turn his horse, and pa.s.s over the same ground, sometimes with the rapidity of the flying deer, and at others more slowly, and with greater dignity of mien and att.i.tude. Anxious to ascertain such facts as might have an influence on his future movements, the old man determined to invite him to a renewal of their conference.
He therefore made a gesture expressive at the same time of his wish to resume the interrupted discourse, and of his own pacific intentions. The quick eye of the stranger was not slow to note the action, but it was not until a sufficient time had pa.s.sed to allow him to debate the prudence of the measure in his own mind, that he seemed willing to trust himself again, so near a party that was so much superior to himself in physical power, and consequently one that was able, at any instant, to command his life, or control his personal liberty. When he did approach nigh enough to converse with facility, it was with a singular mixture of haughtiness and of distrust.
"It is far to the village of the Loups," he said, stretching his arm in a direction contrary to that in which, the trapper well knew, the tribe dwelt, "and the road is crooked. What has the Big-knife to say?"
"Ay, crooked enough!" muttered the old man in English, "if you are to set out on your journey by that path, but not half so winding as the cunning of an Indian"s mind. Say, my brother; do the chiefs of the p.a.w.nees love to see strange faces in their lodges?"
The young warrior bent his body gracefully, though but slightly, over the saddle-bow, as he replied--
"When have my people forgotten to give food to the stranger?"
"If I lead my daughters to the doors of the Loups, will the women take them by the hand; and will the warriors smoke with my young men?"
"The country of the Pale-faces is behind them. Why do they journey so far towards the setting sun? Have they lost the path, or are these the women of the white warriors, that I hear are wading up the river of "the troubled waters?""
"Neither. They, who wade the Missouri, are the warriors of my great father, who has sent them on his message; but we are peace-runners. The white men and the red are neighbours, and they wish to be friends.--Do not the Omahaws visit the Loups, when the tomahawk is buried in the path between the two nations?"
"The Omahaws are welcome."
"And the Yanktons, and the burnt-wood Tetons, who live in the elbow of the river, "with muddy water," do they not come into the lodges of the Loups and smoke?"
"The Tetons are liars!" exclaimed the other. "They dare not shut their eyes in the night. No; they sleep in the sun. See," he added, pointing with fierce triumph to the frightful ornaments of his leggings, "their scalps are so plenty, that the p.a.w.nees tread on them! Go; let a Sioux live in banks of snow; the plains and buffaloes are for men!"
"Ah! the secret is out," said the trapper to Middleton, who was an attentive, because a deeply interested, observer of what was pa.s.sing.
"This good-looking young Indian is scouting on the track of the Siouxes--you may see it by his arrow-heads, and his paint; ay, and by his eye, too; for a Red-skin lets his natur" follow the business he is on, be it for peace, or be it for war,--quiet, Hector, quiet. Have you never scented a p.a.w.nee afore, pup?--keep down, dog--keep down--my brother is right. The Siouxes are thieves. Men of all colours and nations say it of them, and say it truly. But the people from the rising sun are not Siouxes, and they wish to visit the lodges of the Loups."
"The head of my brother is white," returned the p.a.w.nee, throwing one of those glances at the trapper, which were so remarkably expressive of distrust, intelligence, and pride, and then pointing, as he continued, towards the eastern horizon, "and his eyes have looked on many things--can he tell me the name of what he sees yonder--is it a buffaloe?"
"It looks more like a cloud, peeping above the skirt of the plain with the sunshine lighting its edges. It is the smoke of the heavens."
"It is a hill of the earth, and on its top are the lodges of Pale-faces!
Let the women of my brother wash their feet among the people of their own colour."
"The eyes of a p.a.w.nee are good, if he can see a white-skin so far."
The Indian turned slowly towards the speaker, and after a pause of a moment he sternly demanded--
"Can my brother hunt?"
"Alas! I claim to be no better than a miserable trapper!"
"When the plain is covered with the buffaloes, can he see them?"
"No doubt, no doubt--it is far easier to see than to take a scampering bull."
"And when the birds are flying from the cold, and the clouds are black with their feathers, can he see them too?"
"Ay, ay, it is not hard to find a duck, or a goose, when millions are darkening the heavens."
"When the snow falls, and covers the lodges of the Long-knives, can the stranger see flakes in the air?"
"My eyes are none of the best now," returned the old man a little resentfully, "but the time has been when I had a name for my sight!"
"The Red-skins find the Big-knives as easily as the strangers see the buffaloe, or the travelling birds, or the falling snow. Your warriors think the Master of Life has made the whole earth white. They are mistaken. They are pale, and it is their own faces that they see. Go! a p.a.w.nee is not blind, that he need look long for your people!"
The warrior suddenly paused, and bent his face aside, like one who listened with all his faculties absorbed in the act. Then turning the head of his horse, he rode to the nearest angle of the thicket, and looked intently across the bleak prairie, in a direction opposite to the side on which the party stood. Returning slowly from this unaccountable, and to his observers, startling procedure, he riveted his eyes on Inez, and paced back and forth several times, with the air of one who maintained a warm struggle on some difficult point, in the recesses of his own thoughts. He had drawn the reins of his impatient steed, and was seemingly about to speak, when his head again sunk on his chest, and he resumed his former att.i.tude of attention. Galloping like a deer, to the place of his former observations, he rode for a moment swiftly, in short and rapid circles, as if still uncertain of his course, and then darted away, like a bird that had been fluttering around its nest before it takes a distant flight. After scouring the plain for a minute, he was lost to the eye behind a swell of the land.
The hounds, who had also manifested great uneasiness for some time, followed him for a little distance, and then terminated their chase by seating themselves on the ground, and raising their usual low, whining, and warning howls.
CHAPTER XIX
How if he will not stand?
--Shakspeare.
The several movements, related in the close of the preceding chapter, had pa.s.sed in so short a s.p.a.ce of time, that the old man, while he neglected not to note the smallest incident, had no opportunity of expressing his opinion concerning the stranger"s motives. After the p.a.w.nee had disappeared, however, he shook his head and muttered, while he walked slowly to the angle of the thicket that the Indian had just quitted--
"There are both scents and sounds in the air, though my miserable senses are not good enough to hear the one, or to catch the taint of the other."
"There is nothing to be seen," cried Middleton, who kept close at his side. "My eyes and my ears are good, and yet I can a.s.sure you that I neither hear nor see any thing."