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Updated: June 15, 2025
"I am an old man, and a warrior, I speak the truth!" said the chief, with dignity; and then added, with sudden feeling, "I am an old man: I had sons and grandsons young warriors, and boys that would soon have blacked their faces for battle where are they? The Jibbenainosay has been in my village, he has been in my wigwam there are none left the Jibbenainosay killed them!"
The savage recoiled, and with loud yells of "The Jibbenainosay! the Jibbenainosay!" turned to fly, while even those behind him staggered back at the apparition of the destroyer, thus tangibly presented to their eyes; nor was their awe lessened, when the supposed fiend, taking one step after the retreating leader of the gang, drove the fatal hatchet into his brain, with as lusty a whoop of victory as ever came from the lungs of a warrior.
I never feared a white man: why should I fear a white man's devil? Where is the Jibbenainosay, the curse of my tribe? the Shawneewannaween, the howl of my people? He kills them in the dark, he creeps upon them while they sleep; but he fears to stand before the face of a warrior! Am I a dog? or a woman?
But nevertheless, Peter, we must have our lead and our powder; and we must tell these poor people the news." "And pray, Nathan," said Colonel Bruce, rousing him from his meditations, "what may your news for the poor people be? I reckon it will be much wiser to tell it to me than that 'ar brute dog. You have seen the Jibbenainosay, perhaps, or his mark thar-away on the Kentucky?"
"Who is the Jibbenainosay?" demanded Forrester. "Who?" cried Tom Bruce: "Why, Nick, Nick of the Woods." "And who, if you please, is Nick of the Woods?" "Thar," replied the junior, with another grin, "thar, strannger, you're too hard for me. Some think one thing, and some another; but thar's many reckon he's the devil."
But this it made no part of the young soldier's resolutions to permit; and, accordingly, he sprang upon his horse, determined to ride forwards and bring the apparition to a stand, while it was yet at a distance. "Man or devil, Jibbenainosay or rambling settler," he cried, "it is, at least, no Indian, and therefore no enemy.
Medicine-man tell Wenonga all Jibbenainosay? where find Jibbenainosay? How kill Jibbenainosay? kill white-man's devil-man! Medicine-man tell Injun-man why medicine-man come Injun town? steal Injun prisoner? steal Injun hoss? Me Wenonga, me good brudder medicine-man."
"And his mark, that you were talking of in such mysterious terms, what is that?" "Why, a dead Injun, to be sure, with Nick's mark on him, a knife-cut, or a brace of 'em, over the ribs in the shape of a cross. That's the way the Jibbenainosay marks all the meat of his killing. It has been a whole year now since we h'ard of him."
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