Thursday, November 19, 2015

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beating of the drums suddenly ceased, and the loud voices died away. To Indians no music is so sweet as the cry of an enemy; if they have wrung it from a brave man who has striven to en- dure, so much the better. They were very still now, because they would not lose so much as a drawing in of the breath. Seeing that they were coming for us, Diccon and I rose to await them. When they were nearly upon us I turned to him and held out my hand.ANTWGRQV He made no motion to take it. Instead he stood with fixed eyes looking past me and slightly upwards. A sudden pallor had overspread the bronze of his face. "There's a verse some- where," he said in a quiet voice,—"it's in the Bible, I think,—I heard it once long ago, before I was lost: 'EXSEDFIL I will look unto the hills from whence cometh my help'—Look, sir!" I turned and followed with my eyes the pointing of his finger. In front of us the bank rose steeply, bare to the summit,—no trees, onlHUQJJRSY the red earth, withWGSQMVCN here and there a low growth of leafless bushes. Behind it was the eastern sky. Upon the crest, against the MXMSSDQW ulder hung an otterskin, and a great bow was in his hand. His limbs were bare, and as he stood motionless, bathed in the rosy light, he looked like some bronze god, per- fect from the beaded moccasins to the calm, uneager face be- low the feathered headdress. He had but just risen above the brow of the hillDJBJQLWB ; the Indians GNKPGDQF in the hollow saw him not. While Diccon and I stared our toLJXYICMU ntors were upon us. They came a dozen or more at once, and we had no weapons. Two hung upon my arms, while a third laid hold of my doublet to rend it from me. An arrow whistled over our heads and stuck into a tree behind us. The hands that clutched me BBPTEGSJ dropped, and with a yell the busy throng turned their faces in the direction whence had come the arrow. The Indian who had sent that dart before him was descend- ing the bank. An instanRVSJHQMP t's breathless hush while they stared at the solitary figure; then the dark forms bent forward for the rush straightened, and there arose a loud cry of recognition. "The son of Powhatan! The son of Powhatan!" He came down the hillside to the level of the hollow, the au- thority of his look and gesture making way for him through the crowd that surged this way and that, and walked up to us





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