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What has made him sad?" The Indian was a good judge of human character, and in the face of the young white man he read a look of sorrow. "The white men of Salem are very wicked, Oracus," said Charles. "Not only are they wicked to their red brothers, but to their white brothers, as well. They have taken the old and helpless, the weak and forlorn, and put them to death."
They live in the forest and will come to my aid by the hundreds to fight my battles." "Do you mean the Indians?" "Yes. Two years ago I saved the life of Oracus, a young chief, and made him my friend. An Indian, once a friend, is the truest of friends. Oracus and his warriors would die for me." "Do not appeal to the Indians, if you can avoid it," the girl plead.
He was furious, and no threat of punishment could move him. During the day, a dozen more Indians came in. The red men now numbered eighty, and by the afternoon the entire party was moving toward Salem. At dusk they were but five miles from the village. Here a halt was called, and, after a short consultation, Oracus detailed five of his braves to guard Mr.
The interview was long, and just what such an interview could be, full of grief and despair. Charles tried to hope. He tried to see a ray of sunlight; but the effort only revealed the swaying forms of those hung on Witches' Hill. Even if he summoned Oracus and all his braves, would they be strong enough to break down that door of iron, or cut the chains asunder!
Oracus, after giving them all the provisions he had with him, took his warriors and stole off into the forest. George Waters and his brother urged the escaped prisoners to eat some dried venison and parched corn and sleep. They did. Indian blankets on the ground afforded them beds, and their only covering was the sky.
Charles slept until the afternoon was almost spent, and then he was awakened by the tramp of horses feet. He started up and found three Indians with five horses, saddled and bridled. The Indians belonged to the braves of Oracus, and, without a word, they dismounted and turned over the horses to the Englishmen, and stole away into the forest.
George Waters; "not while a prisoner remains to suffer the wrath of prejudice." Then with chisel and hammer he went from one to another and cut the iron bands which bound them. Oracus and Henry Waters joined him in the work of liberation, until all were freed. This required several moments of time, and the confusion and uproar which they were compelled to make was rousing the town. Mr.
He was near enough to hear what they said and catch their plans; but he did not wait to listen. As he was creeping among the bushes, a man suddenly rose before him. His dark, tawny skin, his blanket and features indicated that he was an aborigine. He had seen the white men under the hill, and he told Mr. Waters that he had ten braves at hand. "Tell them to do no one harm, Oracus," said Mr. Waters.
"I believe you, Oracus." "I have shown one white brother through the paths, away from his enemies, and you will always find Oracus in his forest home ready to befriend you." "The time may come when I will need your aid," said Charles Stevens. After a long interview, he rose and started home.
"Are they friends?" "They are the braves of Oracus, and will follow where he leads." Charles Stevens passed an anxious day. A part of the time he was near enough to Joel Martin to hear him muttering: "I have no fear of George Waters, galley slave. You may turn me over to your heathen cut-throats; yet I will defy you. If I live, I will yet drag you to justice for the murder of my brother." "Mr.
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