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William Hepworth Dixon, White Conquest: Volume 1, Chapter 25: the Red war. (search)
he wolves. Lucy and Ada are bestowed on the big chiefs; but the pursuers are so hot that Grey Eagle has no time to dally with his prize. Passing the North Fork of Canadian River, he thinks of slipping into Texas, when his band is caught in flank by Colonel Miles, commander of a party on the Red River. Grey Eagle fights like a Cheyenne warrior, but Colonel Miles has a hundred sabres and a howitzer under his command, After holding to their line five hours, the savage chief falls back. Captain Overton's company pursues him for twenty miles, and then gives up the chase, having secured one part of his prize in the two girls, Adelaide and Julia, who are found in one of the Indian tents. On hearing that these girls are left behind, Grey Eagle turns his horse, and rushes on Overton's troop, meaning to cut a lane through them, and retake the girls; but the American troops close up, and baffle his attacks. Again he turns, and dashes on the line of sabres, filling those hardy frontier sold
William Hepworth Dixon, White Conquest: Volume 1, Chapter 31: Red and Black. (search)
ob got into trouble at a whisky bar, and was lodged in jail, on which his Princess went out, morally, on the war path. Bob in jail? Then he's a failure! cried his squaw, and no little force had to be used by her kith and kin to prevent her from quitting his ranch, renouncing her allegiance, and returning to her savage life. Only one man in four among the Cherokees is now of pure blood, says Boudinot. Billy Ross, though representing Indian legends and traditions, is a mongrel. Frank Overton, the Chickasaw chief, is a mongrel, and a handsome fellow. In these halfwild tribes the chiefs are nearly all of mongrel blood. The Indians hate these chiefs, but fear them more than they detest. Not so with the Chino and the Zambo. These poor creatures are both hated and despised. No living creature can be held in greater scorn than a Black man is held by a Red. Not many weeks ago, says the son of Strong Buck, I went up to the Capitol, in Washington, to hear a grand palaver on