Pulp Fiction, 1876 · page 87 of 100
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THE PERILS OF THE PRAIRIE. 91 ght of numerous large fires that were burning in front of the uges—it being the duty of every family to build a fire in unt of their tent to light up the council-ground when any ‘hing of more than ordinary interest was going on. This Nora new, and by sight of the posts that were being erected, and the long lines of twinkling camp-fires, the hurry and bustle Of the savages, that preparations were being made for the exe Cution of the male prisoners. No time was to be lost, and hurrying forward she entered the village with as little concern as the real priycess would haye done. Giving the pony the reins, it moved on, and finally stopped before a lodge, which, from the knowledge Sained by her former visits, she knew was the Princess Wan- namiah’s. Dismounting, an Indian came and took the pony, 8nd she turned and entered the tent, which she found neatly and luxuriously furnished with all that the heart of an Indian queen could wish for. She had just seated herself when Red Hand entered. “ Wannamiah comes late to-night,” he said, in English, “Yes, I have ridden far, and am wearied,” she replied, in ‘se Indian dialect, with assumed indifference, yet noting the *hief’s countenance. “ And does the princess not know what times there is in the village to-nigit 2” “ No.” “Two pale-fuces are to be scalped, then burned; and Red Hand is to be married to a pale-face squaw.” Nora smiled, though her heart seemed pierced with a dag- ger. “ Where are the pale-faces ?” she asked, a slight tremor in her voice, though Red Hand was too much absorbed in hellish glee to note the fact. “The pale-faces that ure to be burned are in the first lodge north of yours, and the pretty squaw is the first one south of yours. You must carry supper to them before they are burnt ; and go and cheer the heart of the white lily. Will Wan- Ramiah do it?” _“ Wannamiah loves to please the great chief,” she said. out after him, and going to the first tent south of hers, she Conic roolxs.con *