Wlliam Gilmore Simms
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Short Stories | U of South Carolina P | 1974
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something, and the old men putting in their palaver to keep 'em
quiet.
"But the women made the cussedest racket of all.
"When they seed me, they made a rush at me; but my captivator
kept 'em off at arm's length, ontill he hed shown 'em all how he could
pull off my sculp, at a jerk, without drawing a drop of blood. That
made 'em all mighty cur'ous; walking all round me, and trying to
feel me.
"But when he showed 'em that I hed two sculps, and clapt one
a'ter the other on his own head, the hubbub got to be quite an
uproar. And the warriors passed the wigs from one to t'other: then
they come up to me and felt my head all over, and rubbed it; and oh!
how they laughed!
"Them fools thet tell you a red skin never laughs, knows nothing
about the matter. I tell you, I've haird more laughing and joking in
that Siminole camp, while I was in captivation thar', than I ever
haird in any of our camps, the whole time I was on sarvice.
"But, while they waur all busy, looking at my head and feeling of
it, and the wigs ; on a suddent, a young woman, a bright sassy looking
squaw, snatched away one of the wigs, clapt it on her own head and
took to her heels.
"She hadnt too much clothing on to keep her from running fast
and she show'd as pretty a pair of legs, as ever a trotting horse
showed on `Hampton's Race Course' at Columbya.
"The Ingin that had captivated me tuk a'ter her in double quick
time, and a dozen more, men and women, tuk after him. Fast as the
gal was, they run her down, and my captivator got back the wig, and
'gin her a sound box on the jaws for her pains.
"Then she and an old woman jumped at him, like two she-tigers ;
but the old men, they come between and parted them; the warriors
looking on and laughing at the sport without trying to lift a finger.
'Twas a fine race for two hundred yards, I reckon; and I laughed
too; I couldn't help it, though I ixpected every minit to be
massacreed!
"And though you sees me hyar this minnit, and hears me talking,
I warn't then so fur off from the tomhog as you may think. I some-
times wake up in a dream, and don't feel quite so sartin, remembering
that time, that I'm edzackly a living man! The skear was sich, that
I feels it now crawling through all my flesh and curdling to my bones.