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So I refused your offer, and brought the young woman home, and married her to Rothsay, who disappeared in a strange and mysterious manner, as you may have heard, and was never heard of again until the massacre of Terrepeur by the Comanche Indians among whom, it seems, he was a missionary when the news came that he had been murdered by the savages and his body burned in the fire of his own hut.
I doubt if they cost any other human being a single pang." "But all these rumors proved to be false, and your fate remained a mystery until it was apparently cleared up by the report of your murder by the Comanches in the massacre of La Terrepeur." "A report as false as any of the others, as you see, yet with a better foundation in probability than any of those, as I have explained.
All that autumn, winter and spring Rule labored among the pioneers of La Terrepeur. It was not true, as had been reported, that he was a missionary and schoolmaster to the Indians; for no one of the savages who occasionally came into the settlement could be induced to approach the "school." It was in June that old Scythia became restless and anxious to find her tribe the wandering Nez Percees.
A dispatch from Fort Security to the Indian Bureau, received this morning, announces another inroad of the Comanches upon the new settlement of Terrepeur, in which the inhabitants were massacred and their dwellings burned.
But that the massacre of Terrepeur in which he was murdered and his hut was burned occurred when it did, we might never have learned his fate." "Yet, still, I cannot see the ground upon which you suspect this Indian woman of complicity in the man's disappearance," said Cumbervale. "But I am coming to that. Scythia was a Mexican Indian.
The report of my death must have arisen in this way: I had lived at La Terrepeur for many months, but had left and come to this place some days before the massacre. Some other unfortunate was murdered and burned in the deserted hut, whose bones were found in ashes. I did not return to contradict the report. I wished to be dead to the world, as I was dead to hope, dead to you, dead to myself!"
So they journeyed over the mountains, and through the valleys and forests, until at length, in the end of October, they arrived at the poorest, loneliest, and most forlorn of all the pioneer settlements they had seen. This was La Terrepeur, on the borders of the Indian Reserve.
He lingered five days. I waited on him until death relieved him, and then laid his body to rest beside old Scythia's. I was then preparing to return to La Terrepeur, when a wandering scout brought me the news of the massacre of the inhabitants and the destruction of the settlement. Since that time, dear Corona, I have lived alone on this mountain. That is all.
"If I could have supposed it possible even, I would have hastened to you, from the uttermost parts of the earth!" "And then they reported you dead, murdered by the Comanches, in the massacre of La Terrepeur, and sorrow was deepened to despair." "Yes; I heard of that massacre.
He began his labors by holding a religious service in his own cabin on the first Sabbath of his sojourn at La Terrepeur, which perhaps for its rarity was attended by the whole of the little community. And on the next day he opened his little school in his hut, where he taught the children all day, and where he slept at night. Old Scythia's cabin was kitchen and dining room.
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