Pulp Fiction, 1867 · page 74 of 92
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_ 76 SALOUEH, THE CHEROKEB. tis 8 council at Etchoe by Saloueh, who had subsequently im- prisoned him, and had threatened him with death unless he should disclose the hiding-plice of Hetty Crawley. During several days—probably since Saloueh bad gone forth from Etchoe to fight the English—he had been left alone, with nothing to eat, and had fully expected to die of starva- tion. When he was told what had happened—how the Cherokees had been beaten and scattered, and how their towns and fields were being burned and devastated, the old man wept, but said that he had warned them of it, and that they had willfully brought the calamity upon themselves. | Stafford impatiently asked him when he had last seen Hetty Crawley, and whether he had given Saloueh any information cancerning her, His persecutor might have killed him, but would have learned nothing, the old chief replied. He had too much pride to yield to force in any thing, and he loved the White Rose as well as if she was his own child, and the sister of Moawee. It was more than three moons since he had secn her, but she was then well, and he had’no doubt that she was still safe. — “As “Attakulla was anxious to go and visit his. children, and as he was too old and weak to make the journey on foot, ae: marra was sent to the camp of the army to get.a him, and when he was thus provided, the little party a forward in search of Hetty. ‘The journey was a tedious one, but they at list the valley at the foot of the mountain, and reste near spring to which Moawee had been in the pscaee water. oe Warren Stafford, who had been excited and sib in : pirits since they , became quite enthusiastic when he ienelt and drank at the sparkling fountain. a “Tt is ere,” said he, “that. my Hetty has often drank since she has been a prisoner in these wilds. To this spot has often strayed. Her lips have been moistened by is cle water, and her feet have pressed this gréen sod. What t tures she must have suffered—her parents murdered, and he self separated from all those whom she loved, 10: c