Wlliam Gilmore Simms
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Novel (Romance) | Redfield | 1854
Transcription 422 SOUTHWARD 110
was equally earnest in pressing his retreat. But, to make this
safe, he was compelled to make it circuitous. He had to fetch
a. wide compass, as before, to escape the scouts and war parties
of the Omahas. Though indefatigable, therefore, in the prose-
cution of his journey, Kionk made little direct headway. But
be was in no hurry. He could afford to lose time now that he
had his captive. It was only required that he should keep his
trophy. To do this needed every precaution. He knew that
he would be pursued. He gave sufficient credit to his enemies
to assume that they would not give slumber to their eyelids, nor
rest to their feet, in the effort to rescue his prey, and to revenge
the indignity which they had suffered. He also took for granted
that they would bring to the work an ingenuity and skill, a
sagacity and intelligence, very nearly if not equal to his own.
He must be heedful, therefore, to obliterate all traces of his
progress ; to wind about and double upon his own tracks ; to
take to the streams and water-courses whenever this was possi-
ble, and to baffle by superior arts those of his pursuers. That
there would be much energy in the pursuit, whatever might
be its sagacity, he did not apprehend ; for he knew that the
guardians of the village were mostly superannuated, and a cold
scent is usually fatal to enterprise. He knew that they would
fight, perhaps as well as ever, upon their own ground, and in
defence ; but for a war of invasion, or one which involved the
necessity of prompt decision and rapid action, old men are
nearly useless. He was therefore cool, taking his leisure, but
playing fox-work admirably, and omitting no precaution. He
contrived to throw out the veterans after a brief interval, and to
shake himself free of their attentions. But be did not dream
of that fierce wolf dog upon the scent � the young, strong, and
audaciously-brave chief, Enemoya.
CHAPTER VI.
IT was not long before Kionk began to take a curious
interest in the looks and behavior of his captive. Very sad
and wretched, indeed, was our dusky damsel ; but she was very
patient withal, and bore up firmly against fatigue, and never
once complained, and seemed to show herself perfectly insensi-