Then pointing to the traces on the earth, he said, with a sudden transition to mildness, in his eye and manner—
“My father has learnt wisdom, in many winters; can he tell me whose moccasin has left this trail?”
“There have been wolves and buffaloes on the prairies; and there may have been cougars too.”
Mahtoree glanced his eye at the thicket, as if he thought the latter suggestion not impossible.
Pointing to the place, he ordered his young men to reconnoitre it more closely, cautioning them, at the same time, with a stern look at the trapper, to beware of treachery from the Big-knives.
Three or four half-naked, eager-looking youths lashed their horses at the word, and darted away to obey the mandate.
The old man trembled a little for the discretion of Paul, when he saw this demonstration.
The Tetons encircled the place two or three times, approaching nigher and nigher at each circuit, and then galloped back to their leader to report that the copse seemed empty.
Notwithstanding the trapper watched the eye of Mahtoree, to detect the inward movements of his mind, and if possible to anticipate, in order to direct his suspicions, the utmost sagacity of one so long accustomed to study the cold habits of the Indian race, could however detect no symptom, or expression, that denoted how far he credited or distrusted this intelligence.
Instead of replying to the information of his scouts, he spoke kindly to his horse, and motioning to a youth to receive the bridle, or rather halter, by which he governed the animal, he took the trapper by the arm, and led him a little apart from the rest of the band.
“Has my brother been a warrior?” said the wily Teton, in a tone that he intended should be conciliating.
“Do the leaves cover the trees in the season of fruits?
Go.
The Dahcotahs have not seen as many warriors living as I have looked on in their blood!
But what signifies idle remembrancing,” he added in English, “when limbs grow stiff, and sight is failing!”
The chief regarded him a moment with a severe look, as if he would lay bare the falsehood he had heard; but meeting in the calm eye and steady mien of the trapper a confirmation of the truth of what he said, he took the hand of the old man and laid it gently on his head, in token of the respect that was due to the other’s years and experience.
“Why then do the Big-knives tell their red brethren to bury the tomahawk,” he said, “when their own young men never forget that they are braves, and meet each other so often with bloody hands?”
“My nation is more numerous than the buffaloes on the prairies, or the pigeons in the air.
Their quarrels are frequent; yet their warriors are few.
None go out on the war-path but they who are gifted with the qualities of a brave, and therefore such see many battles.”
“It is not so—my father is mistaken,” returned Mahtoree, indulging in a smile of exulting penetration, at the very instant he corrected the force of his denial, in deference to the years and services of one so aged.
“The Big-knives are very wise, and they are men; all of them would be warriors.
They would leave the Red-skins to dig roots and hoe the corn.
But a Dahcotah is not born to live like a woman; he must strike the Pawnee and the Omahaw, or he will lose the name of his fathers.”
“The Master of Life looks with an open eye on his children, who die in a battle that is fought for the right; but he is blind, and his ears are shut to the cries of an Indian, who is killed when plundering, or doing evil to his neighbour.”
“My father is old,” said Mahtoree, looking at his aged companion, with an expression of irony, that sufficiently denoted he was one of those who overstep the trammels of education, and who are perhaps a little given to abuse the mental liberty they thus obtain. “He is very old: has he made a journey to the far country; and has he been at the trouble to come back, to tell the young men what he has seen?”
“Teton,” returned the trapper, throwing the breach of his rifle to the earth with startling vehemence, and regarding his companion with steady serenity, “I have heard that there are men, among my people, who study their great medicines until they believe themselves to be gods, and who laugh at all faith except in their own vanities.
It may be true.
It is true; for I have seen them.
When man is shut up in towns and schools, with his own follies, it may be easy to believe himself greater than the Master of Life; but a warrior, who lives in a house with the clouds for its roof, where he can at any moment look both at the heavens and at the earth, and who daily sees the power of the Great Spirit, should be more humble.
A Dahcotah chieftain ought to be too wise to laugh at justice.”
The crafty Mahtoree, who saw that his free-thinking was not likely to produce a favourable impression on the old man, instantly changed his ground, by alluding to the more immediate subject of their interview.
Laying his hand gently on the shoulder of the trapper, he led him forward, until they both stood within fifty feet of the margin of the thicket.
Here he fastened his penetrating eyes on the other’s honest countenance, and continued the discourse—
“If my father has hid his young men in the bush, let him tell them to come forth.
You see that a Dahcotah is not afraid.
Mahtoree is a great chief!
A warrior, whose head is white, and who is about to go to the Land of Spirits, cannot have a tongue with two ends, like a serpent.”
“Dahcotah, I have told no lie.
Since the Great Spirit made me a man, I have lived in the wilderness, or on these naked plains, without lodge or family.
I am a hunter and go on my path alone.”
“My father has a good carabine. Let him point it in the bush and fire.”
The old man hesitated a moment, and then slowly prepared himself to give this delicate assurance of the truth of what he said, without which he plainly perceived the suspicions of his crafty companion could not be lulled.
As he lowered his rifle, his eye, although greatly dimmed and weakened by age, ran over the confused collection of objects, that lay embedded amid the party-coloured foliage of the thicket, until it succeeded in catching a glimpse of the brown covering of the stem of a small tree.
With this object in view, he raised the piece to a level and fired.
The bullet had no sooner glided from the barrel than a tremor seized the hands of the trapper, which, had it occurred a moment sooner, would have utterly disqualified him for so hazardous an experiment.
A frightful silence succeeded the report, during which he expected to hear the shrieks of the females, and then, as the smoke whirled away in the wind, he caught a view of the fluttering bark, and felt assured that all his former skill was not entirely departed from him.
Dropping the piece to the earth, he turned again to his companion with an air of the utmost composure, and demanded—
“Is my brother satisfied?”
“Mahtoree is a chief of the Dahcotahs,” returned the cunning Teton, laying his hand on his chest, in acknowledgment of the other’s sincerity. “He knows that a warrior, who has smoked at so many council-fires, until his head has grown white, would not be found in wicked company.