Wlliam Gilmore Simms
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Novel (Romance) | Redfield | 1854
Transcription 420 SOUTHWARD Ho !
and was quite successful. The Pawnee warriors found them-
selves, for the first time, on the blessed island of the Omahas.
The reptile was in the garden. He crawled, and crept, or
sneaked, crouching or gliding from cover to cover, from thicket
to thicket, and stealing from side to side, wherever he thought
it most probable that be should happen upon the victim he
sought. More than once Kionk might have caught up a child,
a nice little girl of seven or eight,.or a stout chunk of a boy of
similar age ; but he had his doubts if such juveniles were con-
templated by the oracle. He must do his work thoroughly, and
having gone thus far in his enterprise, peril nothing upon a
miserable doubt.
CHAPTER V.
LITTLE (lid the beautiful damsel Missouri fancy, as she sat
singing that evening by the shore of the quiet lake, while the
infant child of her sister, Tanewahakila, was rocking in a case
of wicker work from the boughs of an outspreading tree, that
danger hung about her footsteps. She sung, in the gladness of
a young warm heart, scarcely knowing what she sang, and
musing, in delicious reveries, upon the spring season, which it is
so pleasant to think of when one is lonely in cold weather, and
which was to bring back Enemoya to her arms, a triumphant
warrior. Alas ! what a happy dream the Fates are about to
mock with their cruel performances. What a lovely picture of
peace and felicity is about to be blackened with the thunderbolt
and storm !
While Missouri sang, or mused, lost in her sweet reveries, the
hand of the fierce Pawnee chief, Kionk, was laid upon her shoul-
der. Before she could turn to see who was the rude assailant,
his shawl had been wound about her mouth, shutting in her
cries. In another moment she was lifted in his powerful arms
and borne into the thickets. The infant was left swinging in his
basket rocker from the tree !
The lightfooted Enemoya, meanwhile, sped with all the im-
petuous diligence of a lover toward the precious little islet, so
full of treasure for his heart. Pursuing a direct course, he was blot long in consummating his journey, and at the close of a fine