I saw before me a woman of middle age--somewhere between thirty and
forty--a large woman, who once possessed beauty--beauty that had been
abused. She was the wreck of a grand loveliness, whose outlines could
not be effaced--like the statue of some Grecian goddess, broken by
Vandal hands, but whose very fragments are things of priceless value.
Not that her charms had departed. There are men who affect to admire
this ripe maturity; to them, she would have been a thing of peerless
splendour. Time had made no inroad upon those large rounded arms, none
upon the elliptical outlines of that noble bust. I could judge of
this--for it was before my eyes, in the bright moonlight, nude, from
neck to waist, as in the hour of infancy. Alone the black hair, hanging
in wild dishevelment over the shoulders, formed a partial shrouding.
Nor had time laid a finger upon this: amidst all that profusion of rich
raven clusters, not a strand of silver could be detected.
Time could not affect, nor had it, that fine facial outline. The
moulding of the chin; the oval of those lips; the aquiline nose, with
its delicate spirally curved nostril; the high, smooth front; the eye--
the eye--what is it? why that unearthly flash? that wild unmeaning
glance? Ha! that eye--Merciful heavens! _the woman is mad_!
Alas! it was true--she was mad. Her glance would have satisfied even a
casual observer, that reason was no longer upon its throne. But I
needed not to look at her eye; I knew the story of her misfortunes, of
her wrongs. It was not the first time I had looked upon that womanly
form--more than once I had stood face to face with Haj-Ewa [Note 1], the
mad queen of the Micosaucs.
Beautiful as she was, I might have felt fear at her presence--still
worse than fear, I might have been terrified or awed--the more so on
perceiving that her necklace was a green serpent; that the girdle around
her waist, that glittered so conspicuously in the light of the moon, was
the body of an enormous rattlesnake, living and writhing!
Yes, both were alive--the smaller serpent wound about her neck, with its
head resting upon her bosom; the more dangerous reptile knotted around
her waist, its vertebrated tail hanging by her side, while its head,
held in her hand, protruding through her fingers, exhibited a pair of
eyes that scintillated like diamonds.
On the head of Haj-Ewa was no other covering than that which nature had
provided for it; but those thick black clusters afforded ample
protection against sun and storm. On her feet she wore moccasins, but
those were hidden by the long "hunna," that reached to the ground. This
was the only garment she wore. It was profusely adorned with beads and
embroidery--with the bright plumage of the green parroquet--the skin of
the summer-duck, and the for of various wild animals. It was fastened
round her waist, though not by the girdle already described.
Truly, I might have felt terror, had this singular appearance been new
to me. But I had seen all before--the green snake, and the crotalus,
the long hanging tresses, the wild flash of that maniac eye--all before,
all harmless, all innocuous--at least to me. I knew it, and had no
fear.
"Haj-Ewa!" I called out, as she advanced to where I was standing.
"I-e-ela!" [an expression of astonishment, usually lengthened out into
a sort of drawl] exclaimed she with a show of surprise.
"Young Randolph! war-chief among the pale-faces! You have not then
forgotten poor Haj-Ewa?"
"No, Ewa, I have not. What seek you here?"
"Yourself, little mico."
"Seek _me_?"
"No--I have found you."
"And what want you with me?"
"Only to save your life, your young of life, pretty mico--your fair
life--your precious life--ah! precious to her, poor bird of the forest!
Ah! there was one precious to me--long, long ago. Ho, ho, ho!
"O why did I trust in a pale-faced lover?
Ho, ho, ho! [Literally, Yes, yes, yes!]
Why did I meet him in the wild woods' cover?
Ho, ho, ho!
Why did I list to his lying tongue,
That poisoned my heart when my life was young?
Ho, ho, ho!
"Down, _chitta mico_!" [Note 1] she cried, interrupting the strain, and
addressing herself to the rattlesnake, that at my presence had protruded
his head, and was making demonstrations of rage--"down, great king of
the serpents! 'tis a friend, though in the garb of an enemy--quiet, or I
crush your head!"
"I-e-ela!" she exclaimed again, as if struck by some new thought; "I
waste time with my old songs; he is gone, he is gone! they cannot bring
him back. Now, young mico, what came I for? what came I for?"
As she uttered these interrogatives, she raised her hand to her head, as
if to assist her memory.
"Oh! now I remember. _Hulwak_ [it is bad]. I lose time. You may be
killed, young mico--you may be killed, and then--Go! begone, begone,
begone! back to the topekee [fort]. Shut yourself up; keep among your
people: do not stray from your blue soldiers; do not wander in the
woods! Your life is in danger."
All this was spoken in a tone of earnestness that astonished me. More
than astonished, I began to feel some slight alarm, since I had not
forgotten the attempted assassination of yesterday. Moreover, I knew
that there were periods when this singular woman was not positively
insane. She had her lucid intervals, during which she both talked and
acted rationally, and often with extraordinary intelligence. This might
be one of those intervals. She might be privy to some scheme against my
life, and had come, as she alleged, to defeat it.
But who was my enemy or enemies? and how could she have known of their
design?
In order to ascertain this, I said to her:
"I have no enemy, Ewa; why should my life be in danger?"
"I tell you, pretty mico, it is--you have enemies. I-e-ela! you do not
know it?"
"I never wronged a red man in my life."
"Red--did I say red man? _Cooree_ [boy], pretty Randolph, there is not
a red man in all the land of the Seminoles that would pluck a hair from
your head. Oh! if they did, what would say the Rising Sun? He would
consume them like a forest fire. Fear not the red men--your enemies are
not of that colour."
"Ha! not red men? What, then?"
"Some white--some yellow."
"Nonsense, Ewa! I have never given a white man cause to be my enemy."
"_Chepawnee_ [fawn] you are but a young fawn, whose mother has not told
it of the savage beasts that roam the forest. There are wicked men who
are enemies without a cause. There are some who seek your life, though
you never did them wrong."
"But who are they? And for what reason?"
"Do not ask, chepawnee! There is not time. Enough if I tell you, you
are owner of a rich plantation, where black men make the blue dye. You
have a fair sister--very fair. Is she not like a beam from yonder moon?
And I was fair once--so he said. Ah! it is bad to be beautiful Ho, ho,
ho!
"Why did I trust in a pale-faced lover?
Ho, ho, ho! Why did I meet him--
"_Hulwak_!" she exclaimed, again suddenly breaking off the strain: "I am
mad; but I remember. Go! begone! I tell you, go: you are but an
_echochee_ [fawn], and the hunters are upon your trail. Back to the
topekee--go! go!"
"I cannot, Ewa; I am here for a purpose; I must remain till some one
comes."
"Till some one comes! _hulwak_! _they_ will come soon."
"Who?"
"Your enemies--they who would kill you; and then the pretty doe will
bleed--her poor heart will bleed: she will go mad--she will be like
Haj-Ewa."
"Whom do you speak of?"
"Of--Hush! hush! hush! It is too late--they come--they come! see their
shadows upon the water!"
I looked, as Haj-Ewa pointed. Sure enough there were shadows upon the
pond, just where I had seen hers. They were the figures of men--four of
them. They were moving among the palm-trees, and along the ridge.
In a few seconds the shadows disappeared. They who had been causing
them had descended the slope, and entered among the timber.
"It is too late now," whispered the maniac, evidently at that moment in
full possession of her intellect. "You dare not go out into the open
woods. They would see you--you must stay in the thicket. There!"
continued she, grasping me by the wrist, and, with a powerful jerk,
bringing me close to the trunk of the live-oak: "this is your only
chance. Quick--ascend! Conceal yourself among the moss. Be silent--
stir not till I return. _Hinklas_!" [It is good--it is well.]
And so saying, my strange counsellor stepped back under the shadow of
the tree; and, gliding into the umbrageous covert of the grove,
disappeared from my sight.
I had followed her directions, and was now ensconced upon one of the
great limbs of the live-oak--perfectly hidden from the eyes of any one
below by festoons of the silvery _tillandsia_. These, hanging from
branches still higher up, draped around me like a set of gauze curtains,
and completely enveloped my whole body; while I myself had a view of the
pond--at least, that side of it on which the moon was shining--by means
of a small opening between the leaves.
At first I fancied I was playing a very ridiculous _role_. The story
about enemies, and my life being in danger, might, after all, be nothing
more than some crazy fancy of the poor maniac's brain. The men, whose
shadows I had seen, might be the chiefs on their return. They would
reach the ground where I had appointed to meet them, and not finding me
there, would go back. What kind of report should I carry to
head-quarters? The thing was ridiculous enough--and for me, the result
might be worse than ridiculous.
Under these reflections, I felt strongly inclined to descend, and meet
the men--whoever they might be--face to face.
Other reflections, however, hindered me. The chiefs were only _two_--
there were _four_ shadows. True, the chiefs might be accompanied by
some of their followers--for better security to themselves on such a
traitorous mission--but I had noticed, as the shadows were passing over
the pond--and notwithstanding the rapidity with which they moved--that
the figures were not _those of Indians_. I observed no hanging drapery,
nor plumes. On the contrary, I fancied there were _hats_ upon their
heads, such as are worn only by white men. It was the observation of
this peculiarity that made me so ready to yield obedience to the
solicitations of Haj-ewa.
Other circumstances had not failed to impress me: the strange assertions
made by the Indian woman--her knowledge of events, and the odd allusions
to well-known persons--the affair of yesterday: all these, commingling
in my mind, had the effect of determining me to remain upon my perch, at
least for some minutes longer. I might be relieved from my unpleasant
position sooner than I expected.
Without motion, almost without breathing, I kept my seat, my eyes
carefully watching, and ears keenly bent to catch every sound.
My suspense was brief. The acuteness of my eyes was rewarded by a
sight, and my ears by a tale, that caused my flesh to creep, and the
blood to run cold in my veins. In five minutes' time, I was inducted
into a belief in the wickedness of the human heart, exceeding in
enormity all that I had ever read or heard of.
Four demons filed before me--demons, beyond a doubt: their looks, which
I noted well--their words, which I heard--their gestures, which I saw--
their designs, with which I in that hour became acquainted--fully
entitled them to the appellation.
They were passing around the pond. I saw their faces, one after
another, as they emerged into the moonlight.
Foremost appeared the pale, thin visage of Arens Ringgold; next, the
sinister aquiline features of Spence; and, after him, the broad brutal
face of the bully Williams.
There were _four_--who was the fourth?
"Am I dreaming?--Do my eyes deceive me? Is it real? Is it an illusion?
Are my senses gone astray--or is it only a resemblance, a counterpart?
No--no--no! It is no counterpart, but the man himself!--that black
curling hair, that tawny skin, the form, the gait--all, all are his. _O
God! it is Yellow Jake_!"
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Note 1. Literally, "crazy wife," from _Haja_, crazy, and _Ewa_ or
_Awa_, wife. Philologists have remarked the resemblance of this
Muscogee word to the Hebraic name of the mother of mankind.
Note 2. "Chief of the snakes"--the rattlesnake is so styled by the
Seminoles, being the most remarkable serpent in their country. They
have a superstitions dread of this reptile.