A Waif of the Plains eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 135 pages of information about A Waif of the Plains.

A Waif of the Plains eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 135 pages of information about A Waif of the Plains.
have been a straggler from some vulgar wandering circus.  A tall hat, crownless and rimless, a castaway of civilization, surmounted by a turkey’s feather, was on its head; over its shoulders hung a dirty tattered blanket that scarcely covered the two painted legs which seemed clothed in soiled yellow hose.  In one hand it held a gun; the other was bent above its eyes in eager scrutiny of some distant point beyond and east of the spot where the children lay concealed.  Presently, with a dozen quick noiseless strides of the pony’s legs, the apparition moved to the right, its gaze still fixed on that mysterious part of the horizon.  There was no mistaking it now!  The painted Hebraic face, the large curved nose, the bony cheek, the broad mouth, the shadowed eyes, the straight long matted locks!  It was an Indian!  Not the picturesque creature of Clarence’s imagination, but still an Indian!  The boy was uneasy, suspicious, antagonistic, but not afraid.  He looked at the heavy animal face with the superiority of intelligence, at the half-naked figure with the conscious supremacy of dress, at the lower individuality with the contempt of a higher race.  Yet a moment after, when the figure wheeled and disappeared towards the undulating west, a strange chill crept over him.  Yet he did not know that in this puerile phantom and painted pigmy the awful majesty of Death had passed him by.

“Mamma!”

It was Susy’s voice, struggling into consciousness.  Perhaps she had been instinctively conscious of the boy’s sudden fears.

“Hush!”

He had just turned to the objective point of the Indian’s gaze.  There was something!  A dark line was moving along with the gathering darkness.  For a moment he hardly dared to voice his thoughts even to himself.  It was a following train overtaking them from the rear!  And from the rapidity of its movements a train with horses, hurrying forward to evening camp.  He had never dreamt of help from that quarter.  This was what the Indian’s keen eyes had been watching, and why he had so precipitately fled.

The strange train was now coming up at a round trot.  It was evidently well appointed with five or six large wagons and several outriders.  In half an hour it would be here.  Yet he refrained from waking Susy, who had fallen asleep again; his old superstition of securing her safety first being still uppermost.  He took off his jacket to cover her shoulders, and rearranged her nest.  Then he glanced again at the coming train.  But for some unaccountable reason it had changed its direction, and instead of following the track that should have brought it to his side it had turned off to the left!  In ten minutes it would pass abreast of him a mile and a half away!  If he woke Susy now, he knew she would be helpless in her terror, and he could not carry her half that distance.  He might rush to the train himself and return with help, but he would never leave her alone—­in the darkness.  Never!  If she woke she would die of fright, perhaps, or wander blindly and aimlessly away.  No!  The train would pass and with it that hope of rescue.  Something was in his throat, but he gulped it down and was quiet again albeit he shivered in the night wind.

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