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Departing, He Felt His Arm Grasped By Some One, And Turning Round, He
Beheld The Knight.
"Where Is Waqua?" He Inquired, In A Low Tone. "He Was Standing Near
Thee When He Spoke."
"I Know No Better Than Thyself," Answered The Young Man, "And Would
Gladly Be Informed. He Vanished Suddenly, And Without Warning."
"I Know Thee To Be His Friend, And How Thou Becamest So. Thou Hast Now
An Opportunity To Requite Him In Kind."
"Show Me The Way."
"Hie Thee, Then, To His Wigwam, For There Likeliest Mayest Thou Find
Him, And Warn Him Against Peril From These Taranteens, And, It May Be,
From The Governor Himself."
"Be Pleased To Explain More Clearly, Sir Christopher."
"Waqua Is Sassacus, The Great Head-Sachem Of The Pequots, Between Whom
And The Eastern Indians Is Perpetual Hostility. He Has Given Them
Deadly Cause Of Offence, And I Fear That They Mean To Revenge
Themselves, Or That He May Commit Another Imprudent Act. It Were
Better That Sassacus Should Remove Himself Away For The Present. But I
May Not Stay Longer Talking With Thee. Adieu."
Arundel, Satisfied Of The Friendship Of The Knight To The Indian,
Determined At Once To Follow His Counsel. As, However, Sassacus Had
Undoubtedly Sought The Forest, He Considered It Most Prudent To
Retrace His Steps To His Lodging, To Procure His Gun Before Venturing
Into Its Recesses, Where, The Prospect Was, That He Would Have To Pass
The Night. This Occasioned Some Delay, And It Was Not Until The
Twilight Of The Summer Evening Had Faded, And Stars Were Beginning To
Twinkle In The Sky, That He Found Himself On The Verge Of The Woods.
Chapter XIII (For Thou Wert Monarch Born. Tradition's Pages Tell Not The Planting Of Thy Parent Tree, But That The Forest Tribes Have Bent For Ages To Thee And To Thy Sires The Subject Knee.)
Halleck.
The Young Man Knew Not Whither To Turn His Steps, Except To The Hut Of
Sassacus, Which, However, He Felt Doubtful Of His Ability To Find At
Night. No Better Plan Occurred To Him Than To Make The Attempt; He,
Therefore, Pressed Forward, Guiding Himself As Well As He Could By The
Stars, Glimpses Of Which He Caught From Time To Time Through The
Branches. He Had, However, Proceeded But A Short Distance, When,
Without A Warning Sound, Silent As A Shadow, The Indian Stood At His
Side.
"I Sought The Great Chief," Said Arundel, Contemplating The Renowned
Warrior, Whose Name Was A Synonym With Whatever Was Generous And
Daring, With More Curiosity Than He Had Regarded The Obscure
Waqua--"To Warn Him Of Danger."
"Sassacus Fears No Danger," Replied The Indian; "It Is For The
Taranteens To Tremble When They Are In His Neighborhood."
"What Will The Chief Do?"
"He Will Return To His Wigwam, But His Brother Must Not Go With Him;
For The Taranteens Desire To Carry Back With Them To-Night The Scalp
Of Sassacus."
"Nay, I Will Go With Thee To Partake The Danger, If There Be Any, But
I See No Probability Thereof. The Taranteens Will Not Seek The Scalp
Of Sassacus, If He Hunts Not For Theirs."
"My Brother Knows Not That They Are Owls Who Fly In The Night. The
Eyes Of Sassacus Can Pierce The Skin On The Bosoms Of His Enemies, And
He Saw In Them Men Wandering In The Dark, And Looking For The Chief Of
The Pequots."
"But How Are These Strangers To Find The Way?"
"When Did Sassacus Ever Make A Secret Of His Lodge? He Is Not A
Beaver, Or A Wretched Wood-Chuck, To Burrow In The Ground, But An
Eagle Who Makes His Nest On The Highest Trees."
From This Reply Arundel Could Only Understand, That The Place Where
The Hut Stood Was Too Well Known To Make It Difficult For The Indians
To Discover It. There Was No Knowing What Their Audacity, Thirst For
Revenge For The Insult, And The Opportunity To Capture Or Destroy So
Famous An Enemy, Might Tempt Them To Undertake; But He Trusted That
The Want Of A Medium Of Communication (For Only The Knight And Eliot,
Among The Whites, As He Supposed, Could Make Themselves Intelligible;
And The Aberginians Were Not Likely To Approach The Taranteens) Would
Be An Insuperable Obstacle In The Way Of Their Purpose, Should They
Entertain Any Such As That Intimated By His Companion. It Was Evident,
However, That Sassacus Expected An Attack During The Night, And That
So Far From Shunning The Danger, He Rather Courted It; For It Was
Easily To Be Avoided, By Leaving The Wigwam To Its Fate. There Would
Not Be Much Loss In That, The Cabin Being Rudely Built Of Bark: And
The Few Articles Of Value Which It Contained Might, In A Short Time,
Be Removed To A Place Of Safety. Arundel Could Scarcely Be Expected To
Participate In The Feelings Of The Wild Warrior In The Contemplation
Of A Fight With Savages In The Dark. Besides, He Knew Not By How Many
They Might Be Attacked; And The Prospect Of A Contest Betwixt Himself
And Sassacus, On The One Side, And Half-A-Dozen Or More Taranteens, On
The Other, May Well Be Conceived To Have Had In It Nothing Alluring.
He Would Not, However, Desert His Friend; And, Despairing Of Changing
The Chief's Resolution, He Walked In Silence After Him, Turning Over
In His Mind The Possibilities Of A Night Skirmish. Sassacus Had,
Probably, An Idea Of His Thoughts, For Presently He Resumed His
Attempt To Dissuade Arundel From Accompanying Him.
"My Brother," He Said, "Has No Quarrel With The Taranteens. They Have
Come To Smoke The Calumet With His People, And Not To Plunder His
Villages And Burn His Corn Fields. Why Should My Brother Expose His
Life?"
It Was Partly To Try The Courage Of The Young Man, Perhaps, And Partly
To Ascertain How Far He Might Be Depended On, If There Should Be A
Fight, That The Indian Asked The Question. At Any Rate, A Suspicion Of
The Kind Passed Through Arundel's Mind, And He Answered:
"My Life Belongs To Sassacus. It Is No Longer Mine."
"Sassacus Gives His Brother Back His Life. Will He Not Now Return To
His Big Lodge, Where He Will Hear No War-Whoop, But Only The Pleasant
Song Of The Gues-Ques-Kes In The Morning?"
"Cease," Said Arundel. "Not If There Were As Many Taranteens In The
Woods As There Are Leaves On The Trees Will I Desert Thee."
"It Is Well; And My Brother Shall See The Difference Between A Pequot
And A Wretched Taranteen."
All This Time They Had Been Walking Without Haste In A Straight Line,
The Indian Leading The Way, And Seeming To Follow A Particular Course
By Instinct; For He Looked Not At The Stars Nor At Any Signs, So Far
As His Companion Could Judge, To Direct His Steps. In This Manner,
They Continued To Advance, Not Much Conversation Passing Until They
Reached The Hut Of Sassacus. This They Entered: And, To The Surprise
Of Arundel, The Indian, After Throwing Down A Few Skins For Seats,
Began Leisurely To Prepare A Meal. He Lighted A Fire Outside Of The
Lodge, Which, Of Course, Threw A Light All Around, And Served To Guide
The Steps Of Any Wanderers, Whether Friends Or Prowling Enemies; And
Waiting Until The Wood Was Reduced To Glowing Coals, Threw Upon Them
Pieces Of Meat, Whose Pleasant Odor Soon Pervaded The Atmosphere. The
Confident Bearing Of The Indian Had, By This Time, Produced Such An
Effect Upon Arundel, That He Did Not Even Ask Him Why He So
Unnecessarily Exposed The Place Of His Retreat, But Partook Of The
Viands From The Coals, And Of The Parched Corn, Which His Host
Produced From The Wigwam, With A Hearty Appetite. His Entertainer
Observed His Execution Upon The Meal With Marked Satisfaction; And,
Upon Its Conclusion, Presented Him With A Pipe, And, Taking One
Himself, Was Soon Under Its Soothing Influence. Arundel, Unaccustomed
To The Use Of Tobacco, Could Only Inspire A Few Whiffs, Out Of
Compliment To The Other, And Then Sat Watching Him. The Fire Light
Shone Full Upon The Face Of The Bronze Statue--"The Stoic Of The
Woods, The Man Without A Tear"--Before Him, But No Ferocity Was
Discoverable In Its Lineaments. It Seemed Impossible To Suppose That
Thoughts Of Bloodshed Were Passing At That Moment Through The Mind Of
The Handsome Youth, Dreamily Closing And Opening His Eyes, As The
Clouds From The Pipe Floated Away Over His Head, Apparently
Unconscious Of Danger, Intending No Ill To Others, And Not
Anticipating It For Himself.
After Smoking His Pipe, The Indian, Instead Of Extinguishing The Fire,
Threw Additional Wood, In Considerable Quantities, Upon It; Thereby
Still Further Increasing The Wonder Of Arundel. He Next Invited The
Guest Into The Wigwam, And Heaping Up Several Skins In A Corner For A
Couch, Said, That He Was About To Be Absent For A Short Time, But That
His Brother Might Sleep Meanwhile In Perfect Security. With These
Words The Pequot Departed, Leaving The Young Man Reclined Upon His
Bed, But Not To Slumber.
Sassacus Was Gone, It Might Be An Hour, And On His Return He Threw
Himself Upon The Ground; And, In A Short Time, As Was Evident From His
Breathing, Was Asleep. Arundel Could Not Understand How Any One, Who
Was Anticipating An Attack From Enemies From Whom He Could Expect No
Mercy, Was Able To Rest So Calmly. Had He Entrusted The Keeping Of His
Life--For In A Struggle He Could Expect No More Quarter For Himself
Than For His Companion--To Any Other One Than The Bold And Adroit
Warrior Whose Fame For Cunning Was As Great As For Bravery; Or Had The
Relations Betwixt Himself And The Savage Been Different, He Would Not
Have Remained In The Cabin A Moment Longer. But He Shrunk From The
Betrayal Of A Want Of Confidence, And Preferred Even To Risk Life Upon
The Judgment Of His Wild Friend. There Lay The Chief, Softly
Breathing, His Limbs Dissolved In Sleep, And Wearing In The Subdued
Light From The Fire Outside A Placid Expression, More Like That Of The
Timid Deer Than Of The Cougar, Whose Nature His Own Resembled. As For
Arundel, So Highly Were His Nerves Wrought Up, That Had He Ever So
Much Desired It, He Would Have Been Unable To Sleep. Interminable
Seemed The Anxious Hours, And, As The Night Waned, He Became At Last
Almost Incapable Of Mastering His Apprehensions. But As More Than Once
He Was On The Point Of Waking The Sachem, The Thought Arose That It
Might Look Like Cowardice, And He Forbore.
At Last He Heard A Sound, Which Seemed To Come From Just By The Side
Of The Wigwam, Like The Whirring Noise Which The Night Hawk Makes With
Its Wings. Instantly Sassacus Sat Up On His Couch, And Listened. The
Sound Was Repeated, And He Rose. He Looked Toward Arundel, And With A
Smile, Inquired How He Had Rested. The Young Man, Unwilling To Confess
The State Of His Mind, Answered In An Evasive Manner, And The Pequot,
After Regarding Him A Moment With A Pleased Expression, Stepped To The
Entrance And Cast His Eyes Up To The Stars. After Considering Them He
Returned, And Motioning To Arundel To Arise, Said, With Some Humor,
That He Was Sorry To Disturb His Brother, But That The Skunks He Had
Spoke About Were Coming, And As He Knew That His Brother Did Not Like
Their Smell, He Would Ask His Brother To Go A Little Way Off. Arundel,
Without Altogether Understanding The Purpose Of His Companion, Got Up,
And After Examining The Priming Of His Piece, Followed His Steps.
The Chief Led Him In A Direction Opposite To That From Which They
Came, To A Distance Of Near A Hundred Rods, When Their Course Was
Arrested By The River Charles. Here He Stopped, And Said--
"My White Brother Will Remain Here, While Sassacus Goes Back To Give
The Welcome Of A Great Chief To The Taranteens."
Arundel Now Comprehended The Design Of The Other, But It Was Far From
Being Agreeable To Him. The Idea Of Letting The Pequot Fight The
Battle Alone Was
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