Wlliam Gilmore Simms
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Short Stories | 2003
Transcription whose limbs shot across the narrow road
which entered into the village. Here it
did not remain long.. The very next
night it was cut down and carefully car-
ried away. By whom, remained un-
known ; but. a tomahawk stuck deeply
into the bark, indicated the promise of a
certain revenge from the remaining por-
tions of the tribe.
The whites returned exhausted from
the pursuit. They returned to find oc-
casion for continued and increased rage.
Not a house stood as before Not a par-
ticle of their little property escaped the
conflagration. Not even the implements
of husbandry, nor the utensils necessary
for their several employments.
With melancholy hearts and dismal
forebodings, the unhappy and unsheltered
citizens surveyed the wretched condition
of their habitations. With the conscious-
ness of the necessity of immediately
building their town, came the utter ina-
bility to do so, consequent to the loss of
all the requisite materials. They were
without tools ; and almost without the
energy sufficient to make them divise the
necessary plans for their substitution.
But their fears went beyond their imme-
diate difficulties. They looked forward
to a renewal of their struggle with their
relentless and remorseless enemies, now
more than ever infuriated with the loss of
their brethren anti kinsmen. They knew
the men with whom they had to encoun-
ter, and their apprehensions were pro-
portionate to the extent of their knowl-
edge.
A council was called, in brief, to en-
quire into their means and necessities.
At this council, all the inhabitants, men
and women assisted. In the simple but
forcible language of their Governor, who
acted as principal speaker on the occa-
sion, 'they had no place of refuge into
which they could burrow' for the night.