Wlliam Gilmore Simms
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Novel (Romance) | Redfield | 1854
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with all but his savage brother-in-law. He urged that the sac-
rifice could only take place under the immediate sanction and
sight of the high-priest. But before the decision of his com-
panions could be made, the party had nearly come to blows. In
the midst of the discussion between Kionk and his kinsman, and
when both were nearly roused to madness, the latter sprang
suddenly upon Missouri who bad tremblingly listened to the
whole dispute�seized her by her long black hair, whirled her
furiously around, and actually lifted his knife to strike, before any
of them could interpose. Then it was that the whole lion nature
of Kionk was in arms, and tearing her away from the brutal as-
sailant, he hurled him to the earth, and, but for his companions,
would have brained him with his hatchet on the spot. But he
warned him with terrible eye, as he suffered. him to rise, that if
he but laid his finger on the damsel again, he would hew him to
pieces. The kinsman rose, silent, sullen, unsubdued, and secretly
swearing in his soul to have his revenge yet. These events de-
layed the party. It was long that night before they slept. It
Was late after daylight, next day before the journey was
resumed. This gave new opportunities to the pursuers.
It was not difficult to retrace the steps of the white men,
which Enemoya had so unwisely followed, until he reached the
point where lie had turned aside from the true object of pursuit.
To this the squatters themselves, who were as good at scouting,
any day, as the red men, very easily conducted. This brought
them to a late hour in the night, and here our whites proceeded
to make their camp, though, this time, without venturing to
make a fire. The Omaha chief would have hurried on, but his
companions very coolly and doggedly refused. He soon saw
the wisdom of curbing his impatience, not only because of the
inflexibility of his allies, but because, as they showed him, his
impatience would only- cause him again to lose the trail, which it
was not possible to pursue by night. With the dawn, however,
the whites were on the alert, and one of them soon appeared
with a bead in his hand, the certain indication of the damsel's
route and providence. Enemoya readily conjectured the gen-
eral direction which would be taken by the Pawnees, and an
occasional bead, glistening upon the sandy spots, sufficed every
now and then to encourage the pursuers. At this period, the