The white squaw, and, The yellow chief : a romance of the Rocky Mountains

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PRICE TWO SHILLINGS.

THE

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Part I. The White Squaw

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I. — A Deadly Introduction 1

II.— The Settlement 6

III. — Elias Rody 9

IV. — Oris Carrol 13

V.— Plain Speech 16

VI. — Crookleg 22

VII.— The Two Chiefs 27

VIII.— Sansuta 30

IX.— The Indian Village 33

X. — An appointment kept by Deputy 35

XL— The Council 38

XII.— The Situation 42

XIII. — A Subterranean Snare 45

XIV.— A True Gentleman 48

XV.— Brother and Sister 52

XVI. — A changed Character 56

XVII.— Over Confidence 59

IV CONTENTS.

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XVIII.— A Love Meeting 63

XIX.— A Changed Scene 66

XX.— Still another Sorrow 71

XXI. — Wacora chosen Chief 73

XXII. — A Conversation between Cousins 75

XXIII.— The Strayed Canoe 78

XXIV.— A Smoke Interrupted 81

XXV.— Preparing for the Attack 87

XXVI.— Forced into Service 90

XXVII.— The Lost Sister 93

XXVIIL— The Struggle in the Stocka.lc 98

XXIX.— An Exulting Fiend 103

XXX. — Robbed of his Revenge 106

XXXI. — A Sad Spectacle 108

XXXII.—" Spare Her! Spare Her!" 110

XXXIII. — Ruin among the Ruins 113

XXXIV.— Strange Changes 117

XXXV. — A peaceful Warning 1]9

XXXVL— The burnt Shanty 122

XXXVIL— Death at the Stake 125

XXXVIII. — The sleeping Draught 130

XXXIX. — An old Acquaintance 136

XL. — The Tale of an Indian CLief 139

XLI. — A treacherous Bridge 143

XLII. — A Soliloquy 14g

XLIII.— Saved! Saved!! ..,.„ i 50

CONTENTS.

PAKT IT.

THE YELLOW CHIEF.

CHAPTER

I. THE PUNISHMENT OF THE PUMP II. THE BLACKADDERS . [II. A CHANGED PLANTATION IT. A PAINTED PARTY .

T. A TRAITOROUS GUIDE VI. TWO TRAPPERS VII. BREAKFAST INTERRUPTED VIII. PLANNING A RESCUE IX. ST. VRAIN'S .

X. CHANGED HOSTILITIES .

XI. CAPTORS AND CAPTIVES .

XII. A NOVEL MODE OF PUNISHMENT

XIII. MAKING A BOLT

XIV. THE RESCUERS XV. RETALIATION IN KIXD .

XVI. THE WHITE WOMEN

XVII. A FLIGHT URGED BT DESPAIR

XVIII. THE STALKERS ASTONISHED

XIX. SETTING A STRANGE SCENE

XX. A RIDE FOR MORE THAN LIFE

XXI. A PLEAS ANTER CAPTIVITY

XXII. THE SCENE RE-ARRANGED

XXIII. THE STAMPEDERS CAPTURED

XXIV. FINALE ....

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CHAPTER I. A DEADLY INTE0DDCTI01s T

The last golden gleams of the setting sun sparkled across the translucent waters of Tampa Bay. This fading light fell upon shores fringed with groves of oak and magnolia, whose evergreen leaves became gradually darkened by the purple twilight.

A profound silence, broken by the occasional notes of a tree-frog, or the flapping of the night-hawk's wings, was but the prelude to that wonderful concert of animated nature heard only in the tropical forest.

A few moments, and the golden lines of trembling light had disappeared, while darkness almost palpable overshadowed the scene.

Then broke forth in full chorus the nocturnal voices of the forest.

The mocking-bird, the whip-poor-will, the bittern, the bell-frog, grasshoppers, wolves, and alligators, all joined in the harmony incident to the hour of night, causing a din startling to the ear of a stranger.

Now and then would occur an interval of silence, which rendered the renewal of the voices all the more observable.

During one of these pauses a cry might have been heard differing from all the other sounds.

It was the voice of a human being, and there was one who heard it.

Making his way through the woods was a young man, dressed in half-hunter costume, and carrying a rifle in his hand. The cry had caused him to stop suddenly in his tracks.

After glancing cautiously around, as if endeavouring to pierce the thick darkness, he again advanced, again came to a stop, and remained listening. Once more came that cry, in which accents of anger were strangely commingled with tones appealing for help.

This time the sound indicated the direction, and the listener's resolution was at once taken.

Thrusting aside the undergrowth, and trampling under foot the tall grass, he struck into a narrow path running parallel to the shore, and which led in the direction whence the cry appeared to have come.

Though it was now quite dark, he seemed easily to avoid impediments, which even in broad daylight would have been difficult to pass.

The darkness appeared no barrier to his speed, and neither the overhanging branches, nor the wood-bine roots stayed his progress.

About a hundred paces further on, the path widened into a rift that led to an opening, sloping gradually down to the beach.

On reaching its edge, he paused once more to listen for a renewal of the sound.

Nothing save the familiar noises of the night greeted his ear.

After a short pause, he kept on for the water's edge, with head well forward, and eyes strained to penetrate the gloom.

At that moment the moon shot out from behind a heavy bank of clouds, and, with a brilliant beam, disclosed to his eager gaze a tableau of terrible interest.

Down by the water's edge lay the body of an Indian youth, motionless, and to all appearance dead ; while stooping over it was another youth, also an Indian. He appeared to be examining the body.

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For some seconds there was no change in his attitude. Then, all at once he raised himself erect, and with a tomahawk that flashed in the moonlight above his head, appeared in the act of dealing a blow.

The hatchet descended ; but not upon the body that layprostrate.

A sharp report ringing on the air for an instant silenced all other sounds. The would-be assassin sprang up almost simultaneously, and two corpses instead of one lay along the earth.

So thought he who fired the shot, and who was the young man already described. He stayed not to speculate, but rushed forward to the spot where the two Indians lay. He had recognised them both. The one upon the ground was Nelatu, the son of Oluski, a distinguished Seminole chief. The other was lied Wolf, a well-grown youth belonging to the same tribe.

Only glancing at the would-be assassin to see that he was dead, he bent over the body of Nelatu, placed his hand upon the region of his heart, at the same time anxiously scanning his features.

Suddenly he uttered an exclamation of surprise. Beneath his fingers a weak pulsation gave signs of life. Nelatu might yet be saved.

Pulling off his hat, be ran down to the beach, filled it with water, and, returning, sprinkled the forehead of the young Indian.

Then taking a flask containing brandy from his pouch, he poured a portion of its contents down the throat of the unconscious youth.

These kindly offices he repeated several times, and was finally rewarded for his pains. The blood slowly mantled Nelatu's cheek ; a shivering ran through his frame ; and with a deep sigh he gazed dreamily upon his preserver, and at the same time faintly murmured " Warren."

" Tes, Warren ! Speak, Nelatu. What is the meaning of this ?"

The Indian had only the strength to mutter the words " Red Wolf," at the same time raising his hand to his side with apparent difficulty.

The gesture made his meaning clear. Warren's gaze rested upon a deep wound from which the blood was still welling.

By the tremulous movement of his lips, "Warren saw that he was endeavouring to speak again. But no sound came from them. His eyes gradually became closed. He had once more fainted.

"Warren instantly flung off his coat, tore one of the sleeves from his shirt, and commenced staunching the blood.

After a time it ceased to flow, and then tearing off the second sleeve, with his braces knotted together, he bound up the wound.

The wounded youth slowly recovered consciousness, and, looking gratefully up into his face, pressed the hand of his deliverer.

" Nelatu owes Warren life. He will some day show his gratitude."

" Don't think of that now. Tell me what has happened ? I heard your cry, and hastened to your assistance."

" !Xot ]N"elatu's cry," responded the Indian, with a faint blush of pride suffusing his face. " Nelatu is the son of a chief. He knows how to die without showing himself a woman. It was Bed "Wolf who cried out."

"Bed Wolf!"

i£ Yes ; Bed "Wolf is a coward — a squaw ; 'twas he who cried out."

"He will never cry out again. Look there!" said Warren, pointing to the lifeless corpse that lay near.

Nelatu had not yet seen it. Unconscious of what had transpired, he believed, that Bed "Wolf, supposing him dead, had gone away from the spot.

Warren explained.

Still more gratefully did the Indian youth gaze upon the face of his preserve!.

" You had an encounter with Bed Wolf ? I can see that, of course ; it was he who gave you this wound?"

" Yes, but I had first defeated him. I had him on the ground in my power. I could have taken his life. It was tken that, like a coward, he called for help."

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"And after?"

" I pitied and let him rise. I expected him to leave me, and go back to the village. He feared that I might speak of his defeat to our tribe, and for this he determined that my tongue should be for ever silent. I was not thinking of it when he thrust me from behind. Tou know the rest."

"And why the quarrel ?"

" He spoke wicked words of my sister, Sansuta."

"Sansuta!" exclaimed Warren, a strange smile overshadowing his features.

" Tes ; and of you."

" The dog ; then he doubly deserved death. And from me /" he added, in a tone not loud enough for Nelatu to hear, "what a lucky chance."

As he said this he spurned the body with his foot.

Then turning to the Indian, he asked —

" Do you think you could walk a little, Nelatu?"

The brandy had by this time produced an effect. Ita potent spirit supplied the loss of blood, and Nelatu felt his strength returning to him.

"I will try," said the wounded youth. " Nelatu's hour has not yet come. He must not die till he has paid his debt to Warren."

" Then lean on me. My canoe is close by. Once in it you can rest at your ease."

Nelatu nodded consent.

Warren assisted him to rise, and, half carrying, half supporting, conducted him to the canoe.

Carefully helping him aboard, he shoved the craft from the shore, and turned its prow in the direction of the white settlement.

The moon, that had become again obscured, once more burst through the black clouds, lighting up the fronds of the feathery palms that flung their shadows far over the pellucid waves.

The concert of the nocturnal forest, for a time stayed by the report of the rifle, burst out anew as the boat glided silently out of sight.

Chapter II. The Settlement

The site of the settlement to which the canoe was being directed merits description.

It was upon the northern shore of Tampa Bay.

The soil that had been cleared was rich in crops of cotton, indigo, sugar, with oranges, and the ordinary staples of food.

Through the cultivated lands, mapped out like a painter's palette, ran a crystal stream, from which the rice fields were watered by intersecting rivulets, looking like silver threads in a tissue.

Orange groves margined its course, running sinuously through the settlement.

In places it was lost to sight, only to re-appear with eome new feature of beauty.

Here and there it exhibited cascades and slight waterfalls that danced in the sunlight, sending up showers of prismatic spray.

There were islets upon which grew reeds, sedges, and canes, surmounted by groups of caricas, and laurel-magnolias, the exogenous trees overtopped by the tall, feathery palm.

In its waters wild fowl disported themselves, scattering showers of luminous spray as they flapped their wings in delight.

Birds of rare plumage darted hither and thither along its banks, enlivening the groves with their jocund notes.

Far beyond, the swamp frrest formed a dark, dreary back-ground, which, by contrast, enhanced the cheerfulness of the scene.

Looking seaward, the prospect was no less resplendent of beauty.

The water, dashing and fretting against the rocky quays, glanced back in mist and foam.

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Snow-white gulls hurried along the horizon, their winga cutting sharply against an azure sky, while along the silvery beach, tall, blue herons, brown cranes, and scarlet flamingoes, stood in rows, their forms reflected in the pellucid element.

Such were the surroundings of the settlement on Tampa Bay.

The village itself nestled beneath the hills already mentioned, and comprised a church, some half-dozen stores, with a number of substantial dwellings, whilst a rude wharf, and several schooners moored near by, gave tokens of intercourse with other places.

It was a morning in May, in Florida, as elsewhere, the sweetest month in the year.

Borne upon the balmy atmosphere was the hum of bees and the melody of birds, mingled with the voices of young girls and men engaged in the labour of their farms and fields.

The lowing of cattle could be heard in the distant grazing grounds, while the tillers of the soil were seen at work upon their respective plantations.

There was one who looked upon this cheerful scene without seeming to partake of its cheerfulness.

Standing upon the top the hill was a man of tall, gaunt figure, with a face somewhat austere in its expression.

His strongly lined features, with a firm expression about the mouth, marked him for a man of no common mould.

He appeared to be about sixty.

As his keen gray eyes wandered over the fields below, there was a cold, determined light in them which betrayed no pleasant train of thought.

It spoke of covetous ambition.

Behind him, upon the hill top, of table shape, were poles standing up out of the earth. Around them the sward was trampled, and the scorched grass, worn in many directions into paths, signified that at no distant period the place had been inhabited.

The sign could not be mistaken ; it was the site of an Indian encampment.

Elias Rody, as he turned from gazing on the panoramic view beneath, cast a glance of strange significance at these vestiges of the red man's habitation.

His features assumed a sharper cast, while a cloud came oyer his face.

"But for them," he muttered, "my wishes would bo accomplished, my desires fulfilled."

"What were his wishes ? What his desires ?

Ask the covetous man such a question, and, if he answered truly, his answer would tell a tale of selfish aspirations. He would envy youth its brightness, old age its wisdom, virtue its content, love its joys, aye, even Heaven itself its rewards, and yet, in the narrow bigotry of egotism, think he only claimed his own.

Elias Rody was a covetous man, and such were the thoughts at that moment in his mind.

They were too bitter for silence, and vented themselves in words, which the winds alone listened to.

" Why should these redskins possess what I so deeply long for ; and only for their short temporary enjoyment r I would be fair with them ; but they wrap themselves up in their selfish obstinacy, and scorn my offers."

How selfish others appear to a selfish man !

" Why should they continue to restrain me ? If gold is worth anything, surely it should repay them for what can be only a mere fancy. I shall try Oluski once again, and if he refuse "

Here the speaker paused.

For some time he stood in contemplation, his eye roving over the distant view.

As it again lighted upon the settlement a smile, not a pleasant one, curled his lip.

"Well, there is time yet," said he, as if concluding an argument with himself. " I will once more try the golden bribe. I will use caution ; but here will I build my house, come what may."

This natural conclusion, to an egotistic mind, appeared satisfactory.

It seemod to soothe him, for he strode down the hill with a springy, elastic step, more like that of a young man than one over whose head had passed sixty eventful years.

ELIAS EODT,