Wlliam Gilmore Simms
Southward Ho! A Spell of Sunshine >> Chapter XVII / Legend of Missouri: Or, The Captive of the Pawnee >> Page 424

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Novel (Romance) | Redfield | 1854
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the spot where they were thrown out of the chase ; and, while
they returned sorrowfully to the little islet, no longer safe and
happy, he contrived to catch up the traces which they had
lost, and once more resumed the pursuit with new hopes and
spirit. Under any circumstances, the free step, the bold heart,
the keen eye, and prompt sagacity, of Enemoya would have
made him fearful as a pursuer ; but now, with jealous fire and
a fierce anger working terribly in his soul, all his powers of
mind and body seemed to acquire greater vigor than ever.
Passion and despair gave him wings, and he seemed to carry
eyes in his wings. Nothing escaped his glance. He soon per-
suaded himself that he gained upon his enemy. There are
traces which the keen vision of the hunter will detect, even
though another hunter shall toil to baffle him ; and, in spite of
the care and precautions of Kionk, he could not wholly succeed
in obscuring the tracks which his party unavoidably made.
Besides, anticipating pursuit, though certainly not that of her
lover, Missouri had quietly done all that she might, in leaving
clues of her progress behind her. She was not allowed to
break the shrubs as she passed, nor to peal the green wands,
nor to linger by the way. Where she slept at night the care-
ful hands of her captors stirred the leaves, and smoothed out all
pressure from the surface. But the captors were not always
watchful, and Missouri noted their lapses very heedfully. As
Enemoya hurries forward over a little sandy ridge, what is it
that sparkles in the path ? It is one of the bright blue beads
which he himself has wound about the neck of the dusky maiden.
His hopes rekindle and multiply in his breast. Anon he sees
another, and another, dropped always on the clear track, and
where it may imprison the glistening rays of the sun. Now he
hurries forward, exulting in the certainty of his clues. Toward
sunset he happens upon the clearly-defined track of a man's
moccasin. The foot is large and distinct. There are other like
tracks, set down without any reserve or seeming apprehension.
Enemoya at once concludes that the Pawnee party, deeming
themselves secure, no longer continue their precautions. This
encourages him still further. He will now catch them napping.
Again he darts forward, following the obvious tracks before
him. But night came down, and he could only travel under the