“On second thoughts,” suggested I, “perhaps, I had better see her first, and prepare her for meeting you! What say you?”
“Jest as you like, capt’n. P’raps it mout be the better way.”
“Bide behind the waggon, then! Stay there till I give you a signal to come forth.”
Obedient to the injunction, my companion trotted back, and disappeared behind the white tilt. I saw the huntress was coming towards the mound; and, instead of going forth to meet her, I remained upon the spot where we had halted. A few minutes sufficed to bring her near; and I was impressed more than ever with the grand beauty of this singular maiden. She was mounted in the Indian fashion, with a white goatskin for a saddle, and a simple thong for a stirrup; while the bold style in which she managed her horse, told that, whatever had been her early training, she of late must have had sufficient practice in equestrian manoeuvres.
The steed she bestrode was a large chestnut-coloured mustang; and as the fiery creature reared and bounded over the turf, the magnificent form of its rider was displayed to advantage. She still carried her rifle; and was equipped just as I had seen her in the morning; but now, sharing the spirit of her steed—and further animated by the exciting incidents, still in the act of occurrence—her countenance exhibited a style of beauty, not the less charming from the wildness and braverie that characterised it. Truly had she merited the praises which the young backwoodsman had oft lavished upon her. To all that he had said the most critical connoisseur would have given his accord. No wonder that Wingrove had been able to resist the fascinations of the simpering syrens of Swampville—no wonder that Su-wa-nee had solicited in vain! Truly was this wild huntress an attractive object—in charms far excelling the goddess of the Ephesians. Never was there such mate for a hunter! Well might Wingrove rejoice at the prospect before him!
“Ho, stranger!” said she, reining up by my side, “you are safe, I see! All has gone well?”
“I was in no danger: I had no opportunity of entering into the fight.”
“So much the better—there were enough of them without you. But your fellow-travellers? Do they still survive? I have come to inquire after them.”
“Thanks to you and good fortune, they are still alive—even he who was scalped, and whom we had believed to be dead.”
“Ah! is the scalped man living?”