Through the curtains of the travelling carriage he was regarded with glances that spoke of a singular sentiment. For the first time in her life, Louise Poindexter looked upon that hitherto known only to her imaginationa man of heroic mould.[7] Proud might he have been, could he have guessed the interest which his presence was exciting in the breast of the young Creole.[8]
By my faith! he declared, facing round to the owner of the waggons, I can discover no landmarks for you to steer by. For all that, I can find the way myself. You will have to cross the Leona five miles below the Fort; and, as I have to go by the crossing myself, you can follow the tracks of my horse. But you may not be able to distinguish them, said the horseman after a pause, the more so, that in these dry ashes all horse-tracks are so nearly alike.
What are we to do? despairingly asked the planter.
I am sorry, Mr Poindexter, I cannot stay to conduct you, I am riding express, with a despatch for the Fort. If you should lose my trail, keep the sun on your right shoulders: so that your shadows may fall to the left, at an angle of about fifteen degrees to your line of march. Go straight forward for about five miles. You will then come in sight of the top of a tall tree a cypress.[9] Head direct for this tree. It stands on the bank of the river; and close by is the crossing.
The young horseman, once more drawing up his reins, was about to ride off; when something caused him to linger. It was a pair of dark lustrous eyes observed by him for the first time glancing through the curtains of the travelling carriage.
He perceived, moreover, that they were turned upon himself fixed, as he fancied, in an expression that betokened interest almost tenderness!
He returned it with an involuntary glance of admiration, which he made but an awkward attempt to conceal.
You are very kind, sir, said Poindexter; but with the directions you have given us, I think we shall be able to manage. The sun will surely show us
No: now I look at the sky, it will not. There are clouds looming up on the north. In an hour, the sun may be obscured at all events, before you can get within sight of the cypress. It will not do. Stay! he continued, after a reflective pause, I have a better plan still: follow the trail of my lazo!
While speaking, he had lifted the coiled rope and flung the loose end to the earth the other being secured to a ring in the pommel. Then raising his hat in graceful salutation more than half directed towards the travelling carriage he gave the spur to his steed.
The lazo, lengthening out, tightened over the hips of his horse; and, dragging a dozen yards behind, left a line upon the cinereous surface.
1) Who is the owner of the train? Where is he from? Where is he going to?
2) Who accompanies the planter?
3) Why is it hard to find the way?
4) Why did the overseer stop? Who becomes a new guide?
5) Who had left those wheel-tracks that Cassius Calhoun decided to follow?
6) Why did Calhouns confident look become clouded?
7) Who helped the travellers find the way? How did he do it?
8) Why didnt the horseman stay with the travellers to conduct them?
Chapter Two
An exceedingly curious fellow! remarked the planter, as they stood gazing after the horseman. I ought to have asked him his name?
An exceedingly conceited fellow, I should say, muttered Calhoun; who had not failed to notice the glance sent by the stranger in the direction of the carriole, nor that which had challenged it.
Come, cousin Cash, protested young Poindexter; you are unjust to the stranger. He appears to be educated in fact, a gentleman.
During this brief conversation, the fair occupant of the carriole was seen to bend forward; and direct a look of evident interest, after the form of the horseman fast receding from her view.
To this, perhaps, might have been traced the acrimony observable in the speech of Calhoun.
To this, perhaps, might have been traced the acrimony observable in the speech of Calhoun.
What is it, Loo? he inquired, riding close up to the carriage, and speaking in a voice not loud enough to be heard by the others. You appear impatient to go forward? Perhaps youd like to ride off along with that fellow? It isnt too late: Ill lend you my horse.
The young girl threw herself back upon the seat evidently displeased, both by the speech and the tone in which it was delivered. A clear ringing laugh was her only reply.
So, so! I thought there must be something by the way you behaved yourself in his presence. You looked as if you would have relished a tete-a-tete with this despatch-bearer. No doubt the letter carrier, employed by the officers at the Fort!
A letter carrier, you think? Oh, how I should like to get love letters by such a postman!
You had better hasten on, and tell him so. My horse is at your service.
Ha! ha! ha! What a simpleton you show yourself! Suppose, I did have a fancy to overtake this prairie postman! It couldnt be done upon that dull steed of yours: not a bit of it! Oh, no! hes not to be overtaken by me, however much I might like it; and perhaps I might like it!
Dont let your father hear you talk in that way.
Dont let him hear you talk in that way, retorted the young lady, for the first time speaking in a serious strain. Though you are my cousin, and papa may think you the pink of perfection,[10] I dont! I never told you I did did I? A frown, evidently called forth by some unsatisfactory reflection, was the only reply to this interrogative.
You are my cousin, she continued, but you are nothing more nothing more Captain Cassius Calhoun! You have no claim to be my counsellor. I shall remain mistress of my own thoughts and actions, too till I have found a master who can control them. It is not you!
The closing curtains indicated that further conversation was not desired.
The travellers felt no further uneasiness about the route. The snake-like trail was continuous; and so plain that a child might have followed it.
Cheered by the prospect of soon terminating a toilsome journey as also by the pleasant anticipation of beholding his new purchase the planter was in one of his happiest moods. The planters high spirits were shared by his party, Calhoun alone excepted.
However this joyfulness should was after a time interrupted by causes and circumstances over which they had not the slightest control.
Look, father! dont you see them? said Henry in a voice that betokened alarm.
Where, Henry where?
Behind the waggons. You see them now?
I do though I cant say what they are. They look like like I really dont know what.
Against the northern horizon had suddenly lifted a number of dark columns half a score of them unlike anything ever seen before. They were constantly changing size, shape, and place.
In the proximity of phenomena never observed before unknown to every individual of the party it was but natural these should be inspired with alarm.
A general halt had been made on first observing the strange objects: the negroes on foot, as well as the teamsters, giving utterance to shouts of terror. The animals mules as well as horses, had come instinctively to a stand. The danger, whatever it might be, was drawing nearer!
Consternation became depicted on the countenances of the travellers. The eyes of all were turned towards the lowering sky, and the band of black columns that appeared coming on to crush them!
At this crisis a shout, reaching their ears from the opposite side, was a source of relief despite the unmistakable accent of alarm in which it was uttered.
Turning, they beheld a horseman in full gallop riding direct towards them.
The horse was black as coal: the rider of like hue, even to the skin of his face. For all that he was recognised: as the stranger, upon the trail of whose lazo they had been travelling.
Onward! he cried, as soon as within speaking distance. On on! as fast as you can drive!
What is it? demanded the planter, in bewildered alarm. Is there a danger?
There is. I did not anticipate it, as I passed you. It was only after reaching the river, I saw the sure signs of it.
Of what, sir?
The norther.[11]
I never heard of its being dangerous, interposed Calhoun, except to vessels at sea. Its precious cold, I know; but
Youll find it worse than cold, sir, interrupted the young horseman, if youre not quick in getting out of its way. Mr Poindexter, he continued, turning to the planter, and speaking with impatient emphasis, I tell you, that you and your party are in peril. A norther is not always to be dreaded. Those black pillars are nothing only the precursors of the storm. Look beyond! Dont you see a black cloud spreading over the sky? Thats what you have to dread. You have no chance to escape it, except by speed. If you do not make haste, it will be too late. Order your drivers to hurry forward as fast as they can!
The planter did not think of refusing compliance, with an appeal urged in such energetic terms. The order was given for the teams to be set in motion, and driven at top speed.
The travelling carriage moved in front, as before. The stranger alone threw himself in the rear as if to act as a guard against the threatening danger.
At intervals he was observed to rein up his horse, and look back: each time by his glances betraying increased apprehension.
Perceiving it, the planter approached, and asked him:
Is there still a danger?
I am sorry to answer you in the affirmative, said he: Are your mules doing their best?
They are: they could not be driven faster.
I fear we shall be too late, then!
Good God, sir! is the danger so great? Can we do nothing to avoid it?
The stranger did not make immediate reply. For some seconds he remained silent, as if reflecting his glance no longer turned towards the sky, but wandering among the waggons.
There is! joyfully responded the horseman, as if some hopeful thought had at length suggested itself. There is a chance. I did not think of it before. We cannot shun the storm the danger we may. Quick, Mr Poindexter! Order your men to muffle the mules the horses too otherwise the animals will be blinded, and go mad. When thats done, let all seek shelter within the waggons.