She had never met Mrs.
Ripley, but her husband had told of his welcome beneath that roof,
and of what she said to him about the Saviour and God, who was so
different from the Great Spirit of the red men. She knew this woman
was a Christian, and she asked her husband to lead her to her.
He set out with her to overtake the little party who, with never
a thought of what was going on, were struggling through the gloomy
wilderness, beset by perils on every hand.
Since they were following no beaten path, except for a little way,
the most perfect woodcraft was necessary to find them. Omas knew
the direction they had taken, and calculated the time needed to
reach the Delaware. It was easy, too, to locate the camp where he
had parted from them, after which his wonderful skill enabled him
to keep the trail, along which he and his wife strode with double
the speed of the fugitives.
When he discovered that three warriors were doing the same, all the
old fire and wrath flamed up in his nature. The couple increased
the ardor of their pursuit. And yet, but for the favoring aid of
Heaven, they hardly could have come up at the crisis which brought
them all together.
Under the blest instruction of Mrs. Ripley, the doubts of Omas finally
vanished, never to return.
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