CHAPTER IV.

AGAIN A PRISONER.

Footsore and weary I wandered over the prairie, straining my eyes in

every direction in the vain hope of beholding the white-topped wagons of

the train. My late involuntary journey had borne me far to the

southward; and, although my rapid progress had given me but little

opportunity for observation, still I was convinced that the direction in

which I had traveled was likely to bring me in the track of the prairie

caravans. I was not without apprehension of again falling in with my

late captors, and hardly knew whether I dreaded or desired it; fully

realizing that I had nothing to look forward to in that event but

torture and death. Still I felt that to see once again the sweet face of

my beloved I would risk every peril, even though I was helpless to aid

her, and to witness her sufferings would only add to the poignant

anguish that tortured me. Racked by these thoughts, and with a

despairing heart, I walked steadily on. The day was now far spent, and I

was beginning to experience the pangs of hunger, for I had eaten nothing

since early morning; but I suffered far more from thirst, and for hours

searched eagerly for water; scanning the horizon in every direction for

a sight of the fringe-like foliage, of the cottonwood trees. Stiff and

sore from my confinement of the night previous, and suffering intensely

from the wound on my head, which had been entirely neglected, my

progress grew slower, and when night settled over the prairie my search

was still unsuccessful; and without food, water, or shelter, I sank

exhausted to the earth. After a time sleep gave me a welcome oblivion;

but my rest was disturbed by troubled dreams, and the dawn found me but

little refreshed.

It was barely daylight when I again started. I felt weak and dizzy; and

the conviction, forced itself upon me that I must find food and water

before many hours, or perish--my life depended on my finding water--and

notwithstanding my intense suffering, it was absolutely necessary to

push forward in my search. My thoughts were momentarily diverted by a

number of graceful animals that were advancing towards me; when within

about two hundred yards, they became affrighted and wheeling around

scampered away, running toward a clump of trees not far distant;

entering this grove, they disappeared from sight. I had heard many tales

about this graceful little animal, the antelope; and among other things

remembered, that to the weary and thirsty hunter traversing these

boundless plains, their presence was a sure indication that water was

not far distant; if these tales were true, why then there was every

probability that I might slake my burning thirst, which now had become

agonizing torture, from some rivulet within the recesses of that wood;

animated by this thought I limped on with renewed energy. What had

seemed so near to my vision was in reality quite distant, as I found in

my endeavor to reach it; for the sun had begun to decline behind the

horizon when I reached the belt of timber. Entering this leafy solitude,

I had not advanced many steps when my ears were gladdened by the sound

of running water. With an exclamation of joy I ran to the banks of the

arroyo (as by this name these little streams are called), and, falling

on my knees, was drinking with that intense eagerness that is known only

by those who, like myself, have felt the delirium of thirst.

I was about to rise refreshed, when my gaze was riveted by a reflected

image on the bosom of the creek that curdled the blood in my veins, and

paralyzed me with terror; it was the image of a hideous Indian, bending

over me with uplifted hand grasping a long, gleaming knife. I jumped up

with a terrified scream, only to find myself in the rough grasp of a

brawny savage, and completely at his mercy. With a malicious leer he

motioned me to accompany him. Feeling sick at heart, and drooping under

the weight of my new misfortune, I was led through the tangled

undergrowth, and after a walk of about fifteen minutes, we emerged into

a small clearing, where I found myself in the midst of a large party of

Indians. My advent created no little excitement, and I was soon the

centre of a circle of curious savages, who were more persistent than

pleasing in their attentions. I saw at once that I had again fallen into

the hands of the same party by whom I was first captured; for among

those who clustered around me, I recognized the old chief who had

directed the attack upon us. He approached me in a menacing manner, and

uttered some words in the Indian tongue. From his gestures I could guess

at his meaning, and understood that he was threatening me for my

supposed attempt to escape. He then gave some order, and I was instantly

seized and conducted to the foot of a large tree; my guards then bound

me with a lariat and left me to my own reflections.

My first thought was of my wife; and as I had managed to place myself in

a sitting posture against the tree, I was enabled to observe all that

was passing, and to scan closely the groups around the camp fires. A few

moments satisfied me that if in the camp, she was not visible; and left

me a prey to many horrid imaginings.

The savages were mostly seated around the fires, roasting meat over the

embers and eating it greedily, an occupation of which they never seemed

to tire; some were renewing the paint upon their bodies, and the

grotesque striping and mottling showed in fantastic hues in the red and

glaring light; some were smoking curious looking pipes of carved

stones; all were chattering, laughing and gesticulating like so many

children. For a brief period I contemplated this wild scene with

interest; but it soon grew monotonous, and my mind painfully reverted to

my perilous position.

In satisfying the greater desire for water, I had for a time forgotten

my craving for food, but it now returned upon me with redoubled force.

The Indians had evidently forgotten that even prisoners must eat, and I

concluded that it was best to call their attention to my necessities; by

a shout I attracted the attention of one of the warriors who was passing

near me, and when he approached, I succeeded by gestures in making him

understand my wants. Uttering a guttural ugh! and slapping his stomach

he walked away, but returned in a few moments with a huge chunk of half

cooked buffalo meat which he threw down before me, and unbinding my

hands motioned me to eat. I did not need a second invitation, but fell

to at once, and devoured it with such voracity, that my Indian friend

seemed both astonished and amused. When I had finished he brought me

water in a gourd, and again securing my hands, bound me fast to the tree

and left me once more to myself.

Fatigued by the hardships of the last two days, I soon fell asleep, and

knew no more until I was awakened by a rough hand grasping my shoulder,

and on opening my eyes saw that it was daybreak, and the band were

preparing to move. Ten minutes later I found myself mounted on a wiry

looking mustang, securely tied, and my horse led at the end of a lariat

by the same Indian who had brought me food the evening previous. Looking

about me, my eyes were soon gladdened by the sight of my wife, mounted

behind an Indian warrior; she saw me at the same instant, and with a cry

of joy strove to break her bonds and rush to my embrace; it was a vain

effort, and only resulted in her receiving a blow from her savage

custodian, which cowed her into silence. My feelings at this juncture

can be better imagined than described; but I could do nothing but endure

as best I might, and hope that a day of reckoning would yet come, in

which I should bitterly avenge all the wrongs I had experienced at the

hands of the brutal savage, called in books, the "noble red man." For

the present, there was nothing but submission and hope.

I now saw to my surprise that we were not alone in our misfortune, many

other captives, principally women and children, were with the party.

From their costume I saw that they must be Mexicans, and at once

concluded that the Indians had been on one of their periodical raids

upon the Mexican frontier, and were on their return when they had

accidentally fallen in with our little party. Evidently but a part of

the band had taken part in our capture, for the attacking party were

less than one hundred in number, while I now counted over four hundred

warriors. The chances of escape seemed more unlikely than ever; and my

heart sank as I observed their formidable array.

I must pass briefly over the incidents of our journey for several days

following. We passed through a widely diversified country, and in spite

of my mental and physical sufferings, I was greatly interested in its

strange scenery. We passed over wide stretches of prairie, dotted here

and there by mottes of timber, rising like islands from the sea-like

plain; we threaded tortuous defiles of the mountains; and crawled,

rather than rode, through terrific _canyons_, whose perpendicular walls

of many colored rock, rising to the height of thousands of feet,

shrouded the narrow pass in majestic gloom. At times we suffered greatly

for food and water; making one stretch of sixty miles across the desert,

and reaching its border in a state or utter exhaustion.

On the seventh day after my recapture we climbed a low mountain range,

and on reaching the crest saw before us a deep valley, walled in on

every side by towering cliffs of milk-white-quartz; its surface was

level, or nearly so; through its centre a crystal line indicated the

presence of a small stream. A dense forest of pine fringed it on three

sides; vast herds of horses and cattle roamed over the plain, and

cropped its luxuriant herbage. The valley was elliptical in form, and

measured perhaps twelve miles in length by four or five in width; at

its upper extremity a group of strange looking structures were visible,

of many forms and sizes; one towering far above the rest had the

appearance of a huge pyramid. From the joyful exclamations of the

Indians I felt confident that our journey was nearly at an end. The

tired mustangs were urged forward, and half an hour later we entered a

defile, passed round the face of the cliff on a narrow ledge of rock,

where two could not ride abreast, and emerged upon a platform from

whence an easy descent led to the plain below. On reaching its grassy

surface, the Indians set forward at full speed, uttering loud yells of

delight and exultation; and we could perceive many forms hastening down

the valley to meet us. The intervening space was quickly passed, and we

soon stood among the strange barbaric structures which form the chief

town of the Camanches.

The captives were halted before the pyramidal building, which, from its

great size and peculiar appearance, I supposed to be the council house,

or the dwelling of the chief. I afterwards learned that it was the

temple, where they worship and sacrifice to the Sun-God; for, like all

the southern Indians, descendants of the ancient Aztecs, the Camanches

worship the sun and fire.

But little time however, was given me for observation or reflection. I

was rudely jerked from my horse, and with the other male captives led

into one of the smaller lodges. Descending a rude ladder, we were

placed in an underground apartment, and after being supplied with a

scanty allowance of food, were again bound and left to silence and

darkness.

Again separated from my wife, and knowing but too well what treatment

she would be likely to receive at the hands of the red demons, flushed

with victory and spoil, I abandoned myself to the most gloomy

reflections, which continued for many hours, until tardy sleep relieved

me for a time from my self-imposed torture.

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