e had
discovered along with that of his friend some time after parting from
him, was a splendid animal, much more powerful and active than the
ordinary Indian horses. The steed of Whitewing was a half-wild creature
of Spanish descent, from the plains of Mexico.
Nothing more was spoken after this. The two horsemen rode steadily on
side by side, proceeding with long but not too rapid strides over the
ground: now descending into the hollows, or ascending the gentle
undulations of the plains; anon turning out and in to avoid the rocks
and ruts and rugged places; or sweeping to right or left to keep clear
of clumps of stunted wood and thickets, but never for a moment drawing
rein until the goal was reached, which happened very shortly before the
break of day.
The riding was absolute rest to Whitewing, who recovered strength
rapidly as they advanced.
"There is neither sight nor sound of the foe here," murmured the Indian.
"No, all safe!" replied the trapper in a tone of satisfaction, as they
cantered to the summit of one of the prairie waves, and beheld the
wigwams of Bald Eagle shining peacefully in the moonlight on the plain
below.
CHAPTER TWO.
THE SURPRISE AND COMBAT.
How frequently that "slip 'twixt the cup and the lip" is observed in the
affairs of this life! Little Tim, the trapper, had barely pronounced
the words "All safe," when an appalling yell rent the air, and a cloud
of dark forms was seen to rush over the open space that lay between the
wigwams of the old chief Bald Eagle and a thicket that grew on its
westward side.
The Blackfoot band had taken the slumbering Indians completely by
surprise, and Whitewing had the mortification of finding that he had
arrived just a few minutes too late to warn his friends. Although Bald
Eagle was thus caught unprepared, he was not slow to meet the enemy.
Before the latter had reached the village, all the fighting men were up,
and armed with bows, scalping-knives, and tomahawks. They had even time
to rush towards the foe, and thus prevent the fight from commencing in
the midst of the village.
The world is all too familiar with the scenes that ensued. It is not
our purpose to describe them. We detest war, regarding it in
ninety-nine cases out of a hundred as unnecessary. Sufficient to say
here that the overwhelming numbers of the Blackfoot Indians were too
much for their enemies. They soon began to overpower and drive them
back towards the wigwams
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