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When Wilderness Was King

CHAPTER XXIII
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I knew not you were upon the platform, believing the forms I saw in the gloom to be those of the night-guard.

What dark figure is that, even now leaning over the logs yonder ?" It was De Croix's deeper voice that made answer.
"'Tis Captain Wells; and we found him in no mood for conversation.
Seemingly he hath small faith in the pledges of the chiefs." "My own hope rests far more upon our skill at arms, Monsieur," I answered directly; "for I have known Indian treachery all my life.
They may keep faith with us to-morrow, for John Kinzie has great influence with them for good; nevertheless, I shall oil my gun carefully before riding forth." It was in his eyes to make reply, but before it could come the girl between us uttered a cry so piercing that it set us gazing where her finger pointed out across the lake.
"Look there, Messieurs! Did ever mortal behold so grewsome a sight before?
What means the portent ?" It is before me now, in each grim, uncanny detail,--though I know well that my pen will fail to give it fit description, or convey even feebly a sense of the overwhelming dread of what we saw.

Nature has power to paint what human hand may never hope to copy; and though, as I now know well, it was no more than a strange commingling of cloud and moon in atmospheric illusion, still the effect was awe-inspiring to a degree difficult of realization within the environments of peace and safety.
To us, it appeared as a dreadful warning,--a mysterious manifestation of supernatural power, chilling our blood with terror and striking agony into our souls.

Up from the far east had rolled an immense black cloud, rifted here and there by bars of vivid yellow as electric bolts tore it asunder.

Moonlight tipped its heavy edges with a pale spectral gleam; and as it swiftly rose higher and higher into the sky, blotting out the stars, it seemed to dominate the entire expanse, hovering over us menacingly, and assuming the shape of some gigantic monster, with leering face and cruel mouth, bending forward as if to smite us with huge uplifted hand.


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