Volume I Part 16 (1/2)

But hat passionate exultation did I findno har borne to her fate on the coast of Tedaidee Nor now, for aheavy upon my heart I rejoiced that I had sent hi over sweet Yillah drowned in the sea, the vile priest hih he had sunk in the deep, his ghost sunk not in the deep waters of my soul However in exultations its surface foauilt brooded Sifted out, my motives to this enterprise justified not the h, thoseht

In relating her story, thewhite, fro: to Amma? And what had happened to Alee not what it could mean; and she had heard the priest's name called upon in lamentations These questions for the tientle demiGod, that had come over the sea from her own fabulous Oroolia And all this she must verily have believed For whom, like me, ere this could she have beheld?

Still fixed she her eyes uponupon the accents of ers began to show signs of impatience, and a voice from the Chamois repeatedly hailed us to accelerate our movements

My course was quickly decided The only obstacle to be encountered was the possibility of Yillah's alar suddenly borne into ht to prepare her I infor errand to Oroolia; leaving to uardianshi+p of the lovely Yillah; and that therefore, it was necessary to carry her tent into ence she received with the utht lead, I thought fit to transport her into the Chamois, while yet overwhel her retreat, I apprised Jarl of n; and then, no ht framework of bamboos; and from its upper corners, four cords, like those of a marquee, confined it to the dais These, Saht tent, we speedily transferred it to the Cha up from the Islanders, which drowned the faint cries of thefro up our sail, we glided away;--Cha to the now vacant stern of their canoe, the Islanders once more lifted up their hands and their voices in curses

A suitable distance gained, we paused to fling overboard the ares

Meanwhile, I entered the tent, and by ed, violent plunges were heard: our prisoners taking to the sea to regain their canoe All dripping, they were received by their brethren ild caresses

Fro now said by the captives, the rest seeain wildly shaking their spears, just before picked up froreat clamor and confusion they soon set theirsouthward for Tedaidee, or northward for Aht after us, in our wake

Foremost in the prow stood three; javelins poised for a dart; at intervals, raising a yell

Did theylike hounds on their game Yillah trembled at their cries My own heart beat hard with undefinable dread The corpse of Alee behind

But soon these phantoans pursued Their craft, our fleet Chamois outleaped

And farther and farther astern dropped the evil-boding canoe, till at last but a speck; when a great swell of the sea surged up before it, and it was seen no one down But however it was, htened apace I saw none but ourselves on the sea: I remembered that our keel left no track as it sailed

Let the Oregon Indian through brush, bramble, and brier, hunt his enemy's trail, far over the mountains and down in the vales; comes he to the water, he snuffs idly in air

CHAPTER XLV Reentle Yillah fron seemed accomplished But as now to be done? Here, in our adventurous Cha; and for companions, whom had she but me and my comrades?

Besides, her bosoh ently dispel thehts toward me, as her friend and preserver; and a better and wiser than Aleema the priest Yet could not this be effected but by still in in the blessed isle of Oroolia; and thus fostering in her heart the arded me But if punctilious reserve on the part of her deliverer should teach her to regard hier from the Arctic Zone, what sympathy could she have for hi to?

Now re-entering the tent, she again inquired where tarried Aleema

”Think not of him, sweet Yillah,” I cried ”Look on h since quitting Oroolia the sun has dyed my cheek, am I not even as you? Am I brown like the dusky Aleema? They snatched you away from your isle in the sea, too early for you to reotten by ether, and chased we not the rolling nuts down the glen? Did we not dive into the grotto on the sea-shore, and coether in the cool cavern in the hill? In my home in Oroolia, dear Yillah, I have a lock of your hair, ere yet it was golden: a little dark tress like a ring

How your cheeks were then changing froet the hour, that I ca the flowers, with roses and lilies for cheeks Still forgetful? Know you not my voice? Those little spirits in your eyes have seen me before