Chapter 29

If that shepherd be not in hand-fast, let him fly; the curses he
shall have, the tortures he shall feel, will break the back of
man, the heart of monster.
--Shakspeare.

It will readily be seen that the event just related was attended by an
extraordinary sensation among the Siouxes. In leading the hunters of
the band back to the encampment, their chief had neglected none of the
customary precautions of Indian prudence, in order that his trail
might escape the eyes of his enemies. It would seem, however, that the
Pawnees had not only made the dangerous discovery, but had managed
with great art to draw nigh the place, by the only side on which it
was thought unnecessary to guard the approaches with the usual line of
sentinels. The latter, who were scattered along the different little
eminences, which lay in the rear of the lodges, were among the last to
be apprized of the danger.

In such a crisis there was little time for deliberation. It was by
exhibiting the force of his character in scenes of similar difficulty,
that Mahtoree had obtained and strengthened his ascendency among his
people, nor did he seem likely to lose it by the manifestation of any
indecision on the present occasion. In the midst of the screams of the
young, the shrieks of the women, and the wild howlings of the crones,
which were sufficient of themselves to have created a chaos in the
thoughts of one less accustomed to act in emergencies, he promptly
asserted his authority, issuing his orders with the coolness of a
veteran.

While the warriors were arming, the boys were despatched to the bottom
for the horses. The tents were hastily struck by the women, and
disposed of on such of the beasts are were not deemed fit to be
trusted in combat. The infants were cast upon the backs of their
mothers, and those children, who were of a size to march, were driven
to the rear, like a herd of less reasoning animals. Though these
several movements were made amid outcries, and a clamour, that likened
the place to another Babel, they were executed with incredible
alacrity and intelligence.

In the mean time, Mahtoree neglected no duty that belonged to his
responsible station. From the elevation, on which he stood, he could
command a perfect view of the force and evolutions of the hostile
party. A grim smile lighted his visage, when he found that, in point
of numbers, his own band was greatly the superior. Notwithstanding
this advantage, however, there were other points of inequality, which
would probably have a tendency to render his success, in the
approaching conflict, exceedingly doubtful. His people were the
inhabitants of a more northern and less hospitable region than their
enemies, and were far from being rich in