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    Chapter 14

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    Whose party do the townsmen yet admit?
    --King John.

    In order to preserve an even pace between the incidents of the tale,
    it becomes necessary to revert to such events as occurred during the
    ward of Ellen Wade.

    For the few first hours, the cares of the honest and warm-hearted girl
    were confined to the simple offices of satisfying the often-repeated
    demands which her younger associates made on her time and patience,
    under the pretences of hunger, thirst, and all the other ceaseless
    wants of captious and inconsiderate childhood. She had seized a moment
    from their importunities to steal into the tent, where she was
    administering to the comforts of one far more deserving of her
    tenderness, when an outcry among the children recalled her to the
    duties she had momentarily forgotten.

    "See, Nelly, see!" exclaimed half a dozen eager voices; "yonder ar'
    men; and Phoebe says that they ar' Sioux-Indians!"

    Ellen turned her eyes in the direction in which so many arms were
    already extended, and, to her consternation, beheld several men,
    advancing manifestly and swiftly in a straight line towards the rock.
    She counted four, but was unable to make out any thing concerning
    their characters, except that they were not any of those who of right
    were entitled to admission into the fortress. It was a fearful moment
    for Ellen. Looking around, at the juvenile and frightened flock that
    pressed upon the skirts of her garments, she endeavoured to recall to
    her confused faculties some one of the many tales of female heroism,
    with which the history of the western frontier abounded. In one, a
    stockade had been successfully defended by a single man, supported by
    three or four women, for days, against the assaults of a hundred
    enemies. In another, the women alone had been able to protect the
    children, and the less valuable effects of their absent husbands; and
    a third was not wanting, in which a solitary female had destroyed her
    sleeping captors and given liberty not only to herself, but to a brood
    of helpless young. This was the case most nearly assimilated to the
    situation in which Ellen now found herself; and, with flushing cheeks
    and kindling eyes, the girl began to consider, and to prepare her
    slender means of defence.


    She posted the larger girls at the little levers that were to cast the
    rocks on the assailants, the smaller were to be used more for show
    than any positive service they could perform, while, like any other
    leader, she reserved her own person, as a superintendent and
    encourager of the whole. When these dispositions were made, she
    endeavoured to await the issue, with an air of composure, that she
    intended should inspire her assistants with the confidence necessary
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