Part 36 (2/2)
CHAPTER SEVENTY SIX.
THE HISTORY OF THE HUNTRESS.
I had just made these observations as the Mexican clambered up the rock, and took stand by my side.
”_Hijo de Dios_!” exclaimed he, as his eyes fell upon the cross, ”_la crucifixion_! What a conception for savages! _Mira_!” he continued, as another white cloud puffed out from behind the sloping side of the mound, and the report of a musket came booming up the valley, ”_Santissima_! they are firing at the unfortunate!”
”Yes,” said I; ”they are playing with one of my comrades, as they did yesterday with myself.”
”Ah, _mio amigo_! that is an old game of the Arapahoes. They used to practise it with their arrows, and for mere sport. Now that they have taken to guns, I suppose they combine instruction with amus.e.m.e.nt, as the books say. _Carrambo_! what cruel brutes they are! They have no more humanity than a grizzly bear. G.o.d help the poor wretch that falls into their clutches! Their captive women they treat with a barbarity unknown among other tribes. Even beauty, that would soften a savage of any other sort, is not regarded by these brutal Arapahoes. Only think of it! They were about to treat in this very fas.h.i.+on the beautiful _Americana_--the only difference being that they had strapped her to a tree instead of a crucifix. _Carrai-i_!”
”The beautiful Americana?”
”_Yes_--she who brought you to the camp.”
”What! She in the hands of the Arapahoes?”
”_Sin duda_; it was from them she was taken.”
”When, and where? How, and by whom?”
”_Hola! hombre_--four questions at once! _Muy bien_! I can answer them, if you give me time. To the first, I should say about six months ago. To the second, near the Big Timbers, on the Arkansas. My reply to the third will require more words; and before giving it, I shall answer the fourth by saying that the girl was taken from the Rapahoes by Don Jose.”
”Don Jose--who is Don Jose?”
”Oh! perhaps you would know him by his American name--Oaquer?”
”Walker, the celebrated trapper? Joe Walker?”
”The same, _amigo_. Oaquara, the Utahs p.r.o.nounce it. As you perceive, their young chief is named so, and after him. The trapper and he were sworn friends--brothers--or more like father and son: since Don Jose was much the older.”
”_Were_ friends. Are they not so still?”
”_Valga me dios_! No. That is no longer possible. Don Jose has gone under--was rubbed out more than three months ago, and by these very Rapahoes! That is why your fair _conpaisana_ is now with the Utahs.
The old trapper left her to his namesake Oaquara--under whose protection she has been ever since.”
”He has been true to his trust? He _has_ protected her?” Under the influence of singular emotions did these questions escape me.
”_Seguramente, amigo_!” replied the Mexican, with an ingenuousness calculated to allay my unpleasant fancies, ”the Utah chief is a n.o.ble fellow--_un hombre de bien_--besides, he would have done anything for his old friend--whose death greatly grieved him. That is just why you see him here in such haste. It was not to avenge your wrongs that they danced their war-measure--but the death of Don Jose. All the same to you, however: since your _companeros_ are likely to have the advantage of it. As for the Americana,” continued he, before I had time to make rejoinder, ”_Virgen santissima_! such a maiden was never seen in these parts. Such a shot! Not a marksman in the mountains could match with her, except Don Jose himself, who taught her; and as for hunting--_la linda cazadora_! she can steal upon the game like a couguar. Ah! she can protect herself. She _has_ done so. But for her spirit and rifle, the Red-Hand would have ruined her.”
”But how? you have not told me--”
”True, _cavallero_! I have yet to answer number three. _Bueno_! As I said, it was near the Big Timbers, where she got into the hands of the Arapahoes. There was only a small band of the robbers, with Red-Hand at their head. He wanted to play the brute with her. She kept him off with her rifle, and a big dog you have seen. Red-Hand became angry, and had her strapped to a tree--where the monsters threatened to shoot their arrows into her body. Whether they intended to kill her, or only to terrify the poor girl, is not known; but if the former was their design, they were hindered from putting it into execution. Just at that moment, Don Jose came upon the ground with a party of trappers from the rendezvous on Cuerno Verde. They were strong enough to beat off the red-skinned ravishers and save the Americana. That is how she was taken from the Rapahoes.”
”A brave deed! But how did she chance to be there? Since Bent's Port was abandoned, there is no white settlement near the Big Timbers.”
”Ah! _senor_! that is the strangest part of the whole story. It was told me by Don Jose himself, while we were _companeros_ on a trapping expedition--just after he had saved the girl. _Carrambo_!--a strange tale!”
”Have you any objection to tell it to me? I feel a singular interest in this young girl.”
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