第5章
From that moment Elijah Martin was another man.He went to bed that night in an intoxicating dream of power;he arose a man of will,of strength.He read it in the eyes of the braves,albeit at times averted in wonder.He understood,now,that although peace had been their habit and custom,they had nevertheless sought to test his theories of administration with the offering of the scalps and the captives,and in this detection of their common weakness he forgot his own.Most heroes require the contrast of the unheroic to set them off;and Elijah actually found himself devising means for strengthening the defensive and offensive character of the tribe,and was himself strengthened by it.Meanwhile the escaped packers did not fail to heighten the importance of their adventure by elevating the character and achievements of their deliverer;and it was presently announced throughout the frontier settlements that the hitherto insignificant and peaceful tribe of Minyos,who inhabited a large territory bordering on the Pacific Ocean,had developed into a powerful nation,only kept from the war-path by a more powerful but mysterious chief.The Government sent an Indian agent to treat with them,in its usual half-paternal,half-aggressive,and wholly inconsistent policy.Elijah,who still retained the imitative sense and adaptability to surroundings which belong to most lazy,impressible natures,and in striped yellow and vermilion features looked the chief he personated,met the agent with silent and becoming gravity.The council was carried on by signs.Never before had an Indian treaty been entered into with such perfect knowledge of the intentions and designs of the whites by the Indians,and such profound ignorance of the qualities of the Indians by the whites.It need scarcely be said that the treaty was an unquestionable Indian success.They did not give up their arable lands;what they did sell to the agent they refused to exchange for extravagant-priced shoddy blankets,worthless guns,damp powder,and mouldy meal.They took pay in dollars,and were thus enabled to open more profitable commerce with the traders at the settlements for better goods and better bargains;they simply declined beads,whiskey,and Bibles at any price.The result was that the traders found it profitable to protect them from their countrymen,and the chances of wantonly shooting down a possible valuable customer stopped the old indiscriminate rifle-practice.
The Indians were allowed to cultivate their fields in peace.
Elijah purchased for them a few agricultural implements.The catching,curing,and smoking of salmon became an important branch of trade.They waxed prosperous and rich;they lost their nomadic habits--a centralized settlement bearing the external signs of an Indian village took the place of their old temporary encampments,but the huts were internally an improvement on the old wigwams.
The dried fish were banished from the tent-poles to long sheds especially constructed for that purpose.The sweat-house was no longer utilized for worldly purposes.The wise and mighty Elijah did not attempt to reform their religion,but to preserve it in its integrity.
That these improvements and changes were due to the influence of one man was undoubtedly true,but that he was necessarily a superior man did not follow.Elijah's success was due partly to the fact that he had been enabled to impress certain negative virtues,which were part of his own nature,upon a community equally constituted to receive them.Each was strengthened by the recognition in each other of the unexpected value of those qualities;each acquired a confidence begotten of their success.
"He-hides-his-face,"as Elijah Martin was known to the tribe after the episode of the released captives,was really not so much of an autocrat as many constitutional rulers.
Two years of tranquil prosperity passed.Elijah Martin,foundling,outcast,without civilized ties or relationship of any kind,forgotten by his countrymen,and lifted into alien power,wealth,security,and respect,became--homesick!
It was near the close of a summer afternoon.He was sitting at the door of his lodge,which overlooked,on one side,the far-shining levels of the Pacific and,on the other,the slow descent to the cultivated meadows and banks of the Minyo River,that debouched through a waste of salt-marsh,beach-grass,sand-dunes,and foamy estuary into the ocean.The headland,or promontory--the only eminence of the Minyo territory--had been reserved by him for his lodge,partly on account of its isolation from the village at its base,and partly for the view it commanded of his territory.Yet his wearying and discontented eyes were more often found on the ocean,as a possible highway of escape from his irksome position,than on the plain and the distant range of mountains,so closely connected with the nearer past and his former detractors.In his vague longing he had no desire to return to them,even in triumph in his present security there still lingered a doubt of his ability to cope with the old conditions.It was more like his easy,indolent nature--which revived in his prosperity--to trust to this least practical and remote solution of his trouble.His homesickness was as vague as his plan for escape from it;he did not know exactly what he regretted,but it was probably some life he had not enjoyed,some pleasure that had escaped his former incompetency and poverty.