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The Spirit of the Border-Part12_Zane Gray(1872-1939)_English Literature(文学名著)-第2页

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on the lad. Mebbe he followed Wetzel, mebbe he didn't," answered the taciturn

guide, and he spoke no more.



In his keen expectation and wonder as to what the village would be like, Jim

momentarily forgot his brother's disappearance, and when he arrived at the top



of the bank he surveyed the scene with eagerness. What he saw was more

imposing than the Village of Peace which he had conjured up in his



imagination. Confronting him was a level plain, in the center of which stood a

wide, low structure surrounded by log cabins, and these in turn encircled by



Indian teepees. A number of large trees, mostly full-foliaged maples, shaded

the clearing. The settlement swarmed with Indians. A few shrill halloes



uttered by the first observers of the newcomers brought braves, maidens and

children trooping toward the party with friendly curiosity.



Jonathan Zane stepped before a cabin adjoining the large structure, and called

in at the open door. A short, stoop-shouldered white man, clad in faded



linsey, appeared on the threshold. His serious, lined face had the

unmistakable benevolentaspectpeculiar to most teachers of the gospel.



"Mr. Zeisberger, I've fetched a party from Fort Henry," said Zane, indicating

those he had guided. Then, without another word, never turning his dark face



to the right or left, he hurried down the lane through the throng of Indians.

Jim remembered, as he saw the guide vanish over the bank of the creek, that he



had heard Colonel Zane say that Jonathan, as well as Wetzel, hated the sight

of an Indian. No doubt long years of war and bloodshed had rendered these two



great hunters callous. To them there could be no discrimination--an Indian was

an Indian.



"Mr. Wells, welcome to the Village of Peace!" exclaimed Mr. Zeisberger,

wringing the old missionary" target="_blank" title="a.传教(士)的 n.传教士">missionary's hand. "The years have not been so long but that



I remember you."

"Happy, indeed, am I to get here, after all these dark, dangerous journeys,"



returned Mr. Wells. "I have brought my nieces, Nell and Kate, who were

children when you left Williamsburg, and this young man, James Downs, a



minister of God, and earnest in his hope for our work."

"A glorious work it is! Welcome, young ladies, to our peaceful village. And,



young man, I greet you with heartfelt thankfulness. We need young men. Come

in, all of your, and share my cabin. I'll have your luggage brought up. I have



lived in this hut alone. With some little labor, and the magic touch women

bring to the making of a home, we can be most comfortable here."



Mr. Zeisberger gave his own room to the girls, assuring them with a smile that

it was the most luxurious in the village. The apartment contained a chair, a



table, and a bed of Indian blankets and buffalo robes. A few pegs driven in

the chinks between the logs completed the furnishings. Sparse as were the



comforts, they appealed warmly to the girls, who, weary from their voyage, lay

down to rest.



"I am not fatigued," said Mr. Wells, to his old friend. "I want to hear all

about your work, what you have done, and what you hope to do."



"We have met with wonderful success, far beyond our wildest dreams," responded

Mr. Zeisberger. "Certainly we have been blessed of God."



Then the missionary" target="_blank" title="a.传教(士)的 n.传教士">missionary began a long, detailed account of the Moravian Mission's

efforts among the western tribes. The work lay chiefly among the Delawares, a



noble nation of redmen, intelligent, and wonderfullysusceptible to the

teaching of the gospel. Among the eastern Delawares, living on the other side



of the Allegheny Mountains, the missionaries had succeeded in converting many;

and it was chiefly through the western explorations of Frederick Post that his



Church decided the Indians of the west could as well be taught to lead

Christian lives. The first attempt to convert the western redmen took place



upon the upper Allegheny, where many Indians, including Allemewi, a blind

Delaware chief, accepted the faith. The missiondecided, however, it would be



best to move farther west, where the Delawares had migrated and were more

numerous.



In April, 1770, more than ten years before, sixteen canoes, filled with

converted Indians and missionaries, drifted down the Allegheny to Fort Pitt;



thence down the Ohio to the Big Beaver; up that stream and far into the Ohio

wilderness.



Upon a tributary of the Muskingong, called the Tuscarwawas, a settlement was




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