Wlliam Gilmore Simms
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Novel (Romance) | Redfield | 1854
Transcription THE BLIGHTED WARRIOR. 435
The wretched Enemoya beheld the horrid stroke, but, grap-
pling with his own assailant he had not the power to interfere.
In striving to loose himself for this purpose, he gave his enemy
the advantage. In a moment both were on their feet, and Kionk
already brandished his scalp-knife in his grasp. But the eyes
of Enemoya swam in a blind horror. He had seen the whizzing
tomahawk descend, crushing into the head of the dusky beauty
whom he so much loved. IIe saw no more ; and the uplifted
knife of Kionk was already about to sheathe itself in his bosom,
when a rifle bullet from one of the squatters sent him reeling to
the earth in the last agonies of death. When Enemoya sunk
beside the poor damsel, her eyes were already glazed. She
knew him not. She looked on him no more. IIe took the scalp
of Kionk, but it gave him no consolation. He fought like a
demon� he slew many enemies,� took many scalps,�but never
felt a whit the happier. IIis hope was blighted he loved the
dusky beauty of the blessed islet, much more tenderly than we
should suppose from the manner of his wooing : and he never
recovered from her loss. He moved among his people like a
shadow, and they called him the ghost only of the great warrior.
The campaign that season was indecisive between the rival
nations of the Pawnee and Omaha. Neither had succeeded in
complying with the requisitions of the oracle. The Pawnees had
forfeited their hope in failing to bring their captive to the torture
of fire. The Omahas had been equally unfortunate in being
compelled to strike the first blow. The first life taken in the
war was that of the savage Pawnee who smote Missouri with his
fist, and whom Enemoya immediately slew. But the campaign
of the ensuing winter went against the Omahas. They had lost
the soul of Enemoya; who ceased to exhibit any enterprise,
though he fought terribly when the hour came for conflict.
Meanwhile, our squatters from Kentucky were joined by others
from that daring region. Their rifles helped the Omahas for a
long time ; but the latter were finally defeated. The remnant
of the nation were ready to disperse ; they knew not where to
turn. The blessed island was almost the only territory remain-
ing in their possession. But for this there suddenly appeared a
new claimant.
These are pleasant places, boys," said the head man of the