The alligator was soon clubbed to death, and dragged to the shore--a
work of delight to the blacks of the plantation.
No one suspected how the reptile had got to the pond--for I had not said
a word to any one. The belief was that it had wandered there from the
river, or the lagoons--as others had done before; and Yellow Jake, the
most active of all in its destruction, was heard several times repeating
this hypothesis! Little did the villain suspect that his secret was
known. I thought that besides himself I was the only one privy to it;
in this, however, I was mistaken.
The domestics had gone back to the house, "toating" the huge carcass
with ropes, and uttering shouts of triumph. I was alone with our
gallant preserver. I stayed behind purposely to thank him.
Mother, father, all had given expression to their gratitude; all had
signified their admiration of his gallant conduct: even my sister, who
had recovered consciousness before being carried away, had thanked him
with kind words.
He made no reply, further than to acknowledge the compliments paid him;
and this he did either by a smile or a simple inclination of the head.
With the years of a boy, he seemed to possess the gravity of a man.
He appeared about my own age and size. His figure was perfectly
proportioned, and his face handsome. The complexion was not that of a
pure Indian, though the style of his dress was so. His skin was nearer
brunette than bronze: he was evidently a "half-blood."
His nose was slightly aquiline, which gave him that fine eagle-look
peculiar to some of the North American tribes; and his eye, though mild
in common mood, was easily lighted up. Under excitement, as I had just
witnessed, it shone with the brilliancy of fire.
The admixture of Caucasian blood had tamed down the prominence of Indian
features to a perfect regularity, without robbing them of their heroic
grandeur of expression; and the black hair was finer than that of the
pure native, though equally shining and luxuriant. In short, the _tout
ensemble_ of this strange youth was that of a noble and handsome boy
that another brace of summers would develop into a splendid-looking man.
Even as a boy, there was an individuality about him, that, when once
seen, was not to be forgotten.
I have said that his costume was Indian. So was it--purely Indian--not
made up altogether of the spoils of the chase, for the buckskin has
long, ceased to be the wear of the aborigines of Florida. His moccasins
alone were of dressed deer's hide; his leggings were of scarlet cloth;
and his tunic of figured cotton stuff--all three elaborately beaded and
embroidered. With these he wore a wampum belt, and a fillet encircled
his head, above which rose erect three plumes from the tail of the king
vulture--which among Indians is an _eagle_. Around his neck were
strings of party-coloured beads, and upon his breast three demi-lunes of
silver, suspended one above the other.
Thus was the youth attired, and, despite the soaking which his garments
had received, he presented an aspect as once noble and picturesque.
"You are sure you have received no injury?" I inquired for the second
time.
"Quite sure--not the slightest injury."
"But you are wet through and through; let me offer you a change of
clothes: mine, I think, would about fit you."
"Thank you. I should not know how to wear them. The sun is strong: my
own will soon be dry again."
"You will come up to the house, and eat something?"
"I have eaten but a short while ago. I thank you. I am not in need."
"Some wine?"
"Again I thank you--water is my only drink."
I scarcely knew what to say to my new acquaintance. He refused all my
offers of hospitality, and yet he remained by me. He would not
accompany me to the house; and still he showed no signs of taking his
departure.
Was he expecting something else? A reward for his services? Something
more substantial than complimentary phrases?
The thought was not unnatural. Handsome as was the youth, he was but an
Indian. Of compliments he had had enough. Indians care little for idle
words. It might be that he waited for something more; it was but
natural for one in his condition to do so, and equally natural for one
in mine to think so.
In an instant my purse was out; in the next it was in his hands--and in
the next it was at the bottom of the pond!
"I did not ask you for money," said he, as he flung the dollars
indignantly into the water.
I felt pique and shame; the latter predominated. I plunged into the
pond, and dived under the surface. It was not after my purse, but my
rifle, which I saw lying upon the rocks at the bottom. I gained the
piece, and, carrying it ashore, handed it to him.
The peculiar smile with which he received it, told me that I had well
corrected my error, and subdued the capricious pride of the singular
youth.
"It is my turn to make reparation," said he. "Permit me to restore you
your purse, and to ask pardon for my rudeness."
Before I could interpose, he sprang into the water, and dived below the
surface. He soon recovered the shining object, and returning to the
bank, placed it in my hands.
"This is a splendid gift," he said, handling the rifle, and examining
it--"a splendid gift; and I must return home before I can offer you
aught in return. We Indians have not much that the white man values--
only _our lands_, I have been told,"--he uttered this phrase with
peculiar emphasis. "Our rude manufactures," continued he, "are
worthless things when put in comparison with those of your people--they
are but curiosities to you at best. But stay--you are a hunter? Will
you accept a pair of moccasins and a bullet-pouch? Maumee makes them
well--"
"Maumee?"
"My sister. You will find the moccasin better for hunting than those
heavy shoes you wear: the tread is more silent."
"Above all things, I should like to have a pair of your moccasins."
"I am rejoiced that it will gratify you. Maumee shall make them, and
the pouch too."
"Maumee!" I mentally echoed. "Strange, sweet name! Can it be she?"
I was thinking of a bright being that had crossed my path--a dream--a
heavenly vision--for it seemed too lovely to be of the earth.
While wandering in the woods, amid perfumed groves, had this vision
appeared to me in the form of an Indian maiden. In a flowery glade, I
saw her--one of those spots in the southern forest which nature adorns
so profusely. She appeared to form part of the picture.
One glance had I, and she was gone. I pursued, but to no purpose. Like
a spirit she glided through the daedalian aisles of the grove, and I saw
her no more. But though gone from my sight, she passed not out of my
memory; ever since had I been dreaming of that lovely apparition. "Was
it Maumee?"
"Your name?" I inquired, as I saw the youth was about to depart.
"I am called Powell by the whites: my father's name--he was white--he is
dead. My mother still lives; I need not say she is an Indian."
"I must be gone, sir," continued he after a pause. "Before I leave you,
permit me to put a question. It may appear impertinent, but I have good
reason for asking it. Have you among your slaves one who is very bad,
one who is hostile to your family?"
"There is such a one. I have reason to believe it."
"Would you know his tracks?"
"I should."
"Then follow me!"
"It is not necessary. I can guess where you would lead me. I know all:
he lured the alligator hither to destroy my sister."
"Ugh!" exclaimed the young Indian, in some surprise. "How learned you
this, sir?"
"From yonder rock, I was a witness of the whole transaction. But how
did _you_ come to know of it?" I asked in turn.
"Only by following the trail--the man--the dog--the alligator. I was
hunting by the swamp. I saw the tracks. I suspected something, and
crossed the fields. I had reached the thicket when I heard cries. I
was just in time. Ugh!"
"You were in good time, else the villain would have succeeded in his
intent. Fear not, friend, he shall be punished."
"Good--he should be punished. I hope you and I may meet again."
A few words more were exchanged between us, and then we shook hands, and
parted.