NAHMA JOINS A WAR-PARTY
"Massasoit," said Kaweras, as the young man regarded him inquiringly,
"I would have plumes from Ke-neu, the great eagle, to make a
war-bonnet. He waits yonder for an invitation to come to us. Can you
persuade him?"
With this the speaker pointed upward to where a golden eagle, attracted
by a bait of raw flesh placed temptingly at some distance from the
lodge, circled on motionless pinions.
Glancing in the direction indicated, Nahma stepped within the lodge,
from which he quickly reappeared bearing a bow and three arrows.
Again taking his station in front of Kaweras, he stood for a moment
motionless, watching intently the movements of the eagle, that still
circled slowly downward. One arrow was fitted to the bowstring, while
the other two were stuck in the ground before him. Suddenly the youth
lifted his weapon and let fly its feathered dart. Then he shot twice
more with such marvellous rapidity of motion that the third arrow was
leaving the bow ere the first had reached its mark. As the spectators
uttered an involuntary exclamation of amazement, the great bird,
evidently stricken to its death, plunged dizzily downward with feebly
beating wings.
"Bring it," said the sachem, addressing those who stood behind him, and
each taking the command to himself, all sprang away in a breathless
race for the trophy.
"Do thou bring it," said Kaweras to Nahma.
Instantly the young bowman darted forward with such amazing swiftness
that, despite the distance already gained by the others, he overtook
and passed them ere they could reach the coveted goal. As he picked up
the dead bird and bore it back the others made way for him, nor did one
offer to take from him the prize that he had thus twice won. As he laid
it at the feet of Kaweras the bird was seen to be transfixed by three
arrows.
"The young man should be named Sharp-eye, Quick-hand, and Swift-foot,"
exclaimed the visiting sachem, who was none other than Sacandaga, "for
he has proved himself to excel the best of my warriors in all these
things. Not until this day have I believed the tales told me touching
his skill; but now I know them to have been less than the truth. If he
be as fearless as he is quick he should take high rank as a warrior.
How say you, Massasoit? Will you go with me and my young men to do
battle with the Hurons, who are reported to have taken the war-path
against us?"
For a moment the youth hesitated. He glanced at the old arrow-maker,
whose features were unmoved and who made no sign. Then he looked
towards Otshata, whose face showed her distress and who made an
imploring gesture for him to decline the offer. Finally he turned to
Aeana, who stood motionless and with averted gaze, but her attitude and
expression were unmistakable. They said as plainly as words, "He is a
squaw and dares not face the war-path."
In an instant Nahma's resolution was taken, and he answered Sacandaga,
saying,--
"I am without experience of the war-path, nor have I knowledge of any
people save only of these, my father and my sisters. If, however,
these Hurons be the enemies of Kaweras and of his daughters, then will
I gladly go with thee to fight against them."
"It is well," replied Sacandaga, greatly pleased to have gained so
promising a recruit. "Spend thou the night with my young men, who will
instruct thee concerning many things, and in the morning will we set
forth."
Some hours later, when the camp-fires had burned low and the recumbent
forms gathered about them were buried in slumber, two men issued
silently from the lodge of Kaweras and made their way to a secluded
spot on the river-bank, where they believed they might discuss weighty
matters without danger of being overheard. They were Sacandaga and the
old arrow-maker, and when they had gained the place they sought the
latter broke the silence by saying,--
"It is now many days since I became aware that Sacandaga proposed to
honor my poor lodge by a visit. Also am I informed of his object in
coming, though he has told it to no man."
"How may such a thing be?" asked the other.
"To all men come dreams, but to a few only is given the power of
understanding them," replied Kaweras. "The many dream dreams and forget
them on waking. Some indeed recall them and make vain efforts to
comprehend their meaning; but to Kaweras a dream speaks a language as
easy of understanding as the signs of the forest or the voices of birds
that dwell among its branches."
"So I have heard, and for that reason have I come to thee," said
Sacandaga. "Tell me, then, what is my desire and if it may be
accomplished."
"The Hurons are reported to be gathering on the war-path leading to
the country of the Iroquois, and thy desire is to proceed with such
promptness against them that they may be surprised and destroyed while
still in their own territory. Then would you descend on their villages
and wipe them out, that the power of our enemies may be broken forever."
"That is indeed a hope that I have cherished, but always in secret,
and for my brother to know of it is proof that I have not done wrong
in coming to him for advice," said Sacandaga. "How, then, Kaweras,
will this plan of mine succeed, and shall we thus rid ourselves of the
wolves whose howling has so long troubled our ears?"
The prophet hesitated before making reply. Then he said slowly,
"Sometimes the dream-pictures are so plenty and come so quickly that it
is hard to make out one from another, as it is hard to understand the
words of one man when many are talking. I see a fight. In it are Maquas
and Hurons. The Maquas chase their enemies and kill them. It is morning
and the sun is shining. Also with this picture I see another battle in
which the Hurons are overcoming the Maquas and taking many prisoners.
In this one is thunder and lightning, by which many are killed. Which
is the true picture I know not, nor how to advise my brother concerning
them."
"Then will I interpret and tell thee their meaning," exclaimed
Sacandaga. "Both are true, and their meaning is this. I and my young
men are to go on the war-path against the Huron dogs and will surely
encounter them. If we do so on a fair morning when there is no sign of
storm in the air, then shall we overcome them and wipe them from the
face of the earth. If we should meet them in the morning and delay an
attack until later in the day, then would the Great Spirit grow angry
and send his lightnings to destroy us. It is well, my brother. I will
remember to seek the enemy on a fair morning and avoid him on a day of
storm. Now I would ask thee one more question. What do thy dreams tell
of the young man who is called Massasoit?"
"This only," answered Kaweras, "that he is the son of a chieftain, and
will himself become a leader of men, wiser even and more powerful than
his father."
"But who is his father?"
"I know not, though of late I have come to a suspicion that this young
man may be Nahma, the missing son of Longfeather."
"That cannot be, for I have had dealings with the son of Longfeather
and know that he and this youth are not one person."
"Did not that one also claim to be a son of Canonicus?"
"He did so claim."
"Then he may have spoken falsely; for Uncas, the Mohican, hath lately
sent me word that Nahma and Miantinomo are two separate persons,
holding no love for each other and having nothing in common."
"If the words of Uncas should prove true and it shall appear that I
have been led falsely into a treaty with Canonicus, then shall the
wrath of Sacandaga fall upon the Narragansetts even as one destroys a
serpent that has stung him. I will look closely into the matter when I
have returned from dealing with the Hurons. Until then it is well that
I keep this young man where I may watch over him."
In the mean time the youth under discussion had just passed the
pleasantest evening his short memory could recall. He was like a boy
brought up in a nursery with only girls for companions, at length set
free and for the first time admitted to the company of men. He had no
recollection of companions of his own age and sex, so that the young
warriors who now welcomed him to their ranks were revelations as
surprising as they were interesting.
How much they knew, and what wonderful things they told him! At the
same time how delightful was it to listen to their praise of his
own accomplishments! Until now he had not known that he possessed
accomplishments, but supposed that every one could shoot and run
equally well with himself. He could not remember having learned to
do these things, nor had he found occasion since entering the lodge
of Kaweras to test his skill in them against that of others. Now,
therefore, he was surprised as well as pleased to find himself in the
position of a hero on account of abilities that he had heretofore
regarded as commonplace.
So pleasant was the evening thus spent with his new companions that
when Sacandaga gave the signal for conversation to cease that his young
men might sleep and so prepare for an early start on the morrow, Nahma
was filled with eager anticipations of the new life opening before him,
and already wondered how he could have been content with that passed in
the lodge of Kaweras.
With the earliest promise of dawn he was first of all the sleeping
warriors to spring to his feet and begin preparations for departure.
Such as he had to make were few and simple, but to him they were of
vast importance. New moccasins and leggings of buckskin, a light robe
of soft furs in which to wrap himself at night, and a wing feather from
the great eagle for his head completed his list of personal belongings.
Besides these he would take a bow and the quiver of fine flint-headed
arrows that Kaweras presented to him that morning, his stone hatchet or
tomahawk, and the copper scalping-knife that was his sole relic of a
former but unremembered life. Also he must furnish to the general stock
of provisions a large, close-woven basket of parched corn.
By sunrise a meal had been hastily eaten and everything was in
readiness for the setting forth of the war-party. Kaweras embraced
Nahma and bade him make for himself a name. Tears streamed down the
cheeks of Otshata as she bade him farewell and pressed into his hands a
pair of daintily embroidered moccasins as a token of remembrance. The
youth looked on all sides for Aeana, but she was nowhere to be seen.
Only after his canoe was well out on the river and he glanced back for
a farewell view of the place that had been to him a home did he see,
standing on a slight elevation and gazing in his direction, a solitary
figure that he knew to be that of the girl who scorned him.
Some days later he found tucked down in the toe of one of Otshata's
moccasins an exquisite little tinder-bag of softest fawn-skin that he
had last seen hanging from the shapely neck of Aeana.