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The task of furnishing litter and provender to the jaded beast was performed by Whittal Ring under the inspection, and, at times, under the instructions, of its owner and his host, both of whom appeared to take a kind and commendable interest in the comfort of a faithful hack, that had evidently suffered long and much in the service of its master.
Where found you the handful, Whittal Ring?" "Growing on the branch of a thorn. Queer fruit this, masters, to be seen where young plums ought to ripen!" "Go, go," interrupted the old man; "thou idlest, and mispendest the time in vain talk. Go, fold thy flock, Mark; and do thou, weak-one, house thy charge with less uproar than is wont.
Whittal Ring had stolen into the room, and missing the customary features of her own cherished home, the looks of the startled creature rested on the countenance of the witless wanderer. She pointed eagerly at the work of her hands, appealing by an eloquent and artless gesture to the taste of one who should know whether she had done well.
Again he appeared to muse as intently as was possible, for one of his circumscribed intellects. But shaking his head in the negative, he silently resumed the grateful office of mastication. "What! hast come to be a warrior, and never known a scalp taken, or seen a fire lighted in the roof of a wigwam?" Whittal laid down the food, and turned to his sister.
As the dreaded chief drew near, Whittal retired, stealing to the side of the younger warrior, in a manner that denoted greater familiarity and perhaps greater confidence. A sudden thought lighted the countenance of the latter.
"But Whittal faileth of Nature's gifts; he hath ever been below the rest of men in understanding." "And yet to what degree of Indian cunning hath he already attained!"
"Nay thou speakest now of the miserables who were wrapt in the blazing block; but but some, without, might have fallen into thy hands, ere the assailed sought shelter in the tower. Surely surely thou didst not kill all?" The hard breathing of Ruth caught the ear of Whittal, and for a moment he turned to regard her countenance in dull wonder.
"I tell thee, man, that sorrow preyeth upon her form, and that she liveth but in the memory of the lost infant!" "This is carrying mourning beyond the bounds of reason. The child is at peace; as is thy brother, Whittal, beyond all manner of question. That we have not discovered their bones, is owing to the fire, which left but little to tell of "
"And now, Whittal, I would know," commenced the ready woman, when a deep silence denoted the attention of the auditors, "I would know, if thou rememberest the day I clad thee in garments of boughten cloth, from over sea; and how fond thou wast of being seen among the kine in colors so gay?"
"Then why not stay with us for ever, Martha?" "Hist!" interrupted his companion, who, though conscious of what she was about to listen to, shrunk, with the waywardness of human nature, from the very declaration she most wished to hear, "hist there was a movement. Ah! our Ruth and Whittal are fled!" "They seek some amusement for the babe they are near the out-buildings.
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