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Updated: April 30, 2025
The Blackfoot band had taken the slumbering Indians completely by surprise, and Whitewing had the mortification of finding that he had arrived just a few minutes too late to warn his friends. Although Bald Eagle was thus caught unprepared, he was not slow to meet the enemy. Before the latter had reached the village, all the fighting men were up, and armed with bows, scalping-knives, and tomahawks.
In this emergency Bald Eagle, who was getting old and rather feeble, tacitly gave up the command of the braves to Whitewing. It need scarcely be said that the young chief acted with vigour.
He hates me like brimstone, an' it's my opinion that if we don't make away wi' him he'll make away wi' us." Whitewing who was fond of silencing his opponents by quoting Scripture, many passages of which he had learned by heart long ago from his friend the preacher did not reply for a few seconds. Then, looking earnestly at his brother chief, he said "With Manitou all things are possible.
After a brief halt the party descended the slope which led to the elevated valley they had now reached, and, having proceeded a few miles, again came to a halt because the ground had become so rocky that the trail of the hunter was lost. Ordering the young men to spread themselves over the ground, Whitewing went with Big Tim to search over the ridge of a neighbouring eminence.
He thinks much of his gun, and his traps, and his skins, and his powder, and his friend, but cares not for Manitou, who gave him all these all that he possesses." "Look 'ee here, Whitewing," returned the trapper, in his matter-of-fact way, "there's nothing strange about it.
I followed the tracks for a bit, expectin' to find you lyin' dead somewheres, when the whoops of the reptiles turned me back. But tell me, white father, are you not the preacher that my daddy and Whitewing used to know some twenty years agone?" "I am, and fain would I meet with my former friends once more before I die."
By this the trapper meant that he and his friend would have to creep up to the enemy's camp on hands and knees, but Whitewing, whose mind had been recently so much exercised on religious matters, at once thought of what he had been taught about the importance of prayer, and again the words, "looking unto Jesus," rushed with greater power than ever upon his memory, so that, despite his anxiety as to the fate of his affianced bride and the perilous nature of the enterprise in hand, he kept puzzling his inquiring brain with such difficulties as the absolute dependence of man on the will and leading of God, coupled with the fact of his being required to go into vigorous, decisive, and apparently independent action, trusting entirely to his own resources.
Besides, he would require all his men to enable him to make the attack successfully, and these would not, he knew, return to him until the following day. The arrival of Whitewing and Little Tim with their party still further perplexed him.
Without another word he gave the rein to his impatient horse, and was about to set off at full speed, when he was arrested by the trapper exclaiming, "Hold on? here's some one coming after us." A rider was seen galloping from the direction of the burned camp. It turned out to be Brighteyes. "What brings my sister?" demanded Whitewing.
But the eyes are still bright inlets to her soul." "Bright indeed!" exclaimed the preacher, as he gazed with deep interest at the old face; "wonderful, considering her great age. I trust that these portals may remain unclosed to her latest day on earth." He was still talking to Whitewing about her when a peculiar whistle was heard outside, as of some water-bird.
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