Waltey

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V prvih časih belske naselitve Georgie je nedaleč od slapov Toccoa (Lepa) stala koča. V njej je živela le slabotna ženska, ki si je le stežka priskrbela dovolj hrane z divjimi sadeži in skromne krčevine ob hiši, na okus mesa pa je že skoraj pozabila; njena sinova, ki sta ji bila v ponos in oporo, so namreč ubili divjaki. Pogosto je govorila, da bi rada umrla, če bi le mogla rdečekožcem povrniti gorje, ki so ji ga prizadejali — kar sicer ni bilo v skladu s krščanskim naukom, bilo pa je človeško. Nekega zimskega večera je sedela ob ognju in premlevala, kako bi se lahko maščevala tako šibka in stara ženska, ko so se vrata sunkoma odprla in je njeno kočo napolnila skupina rdečekožcev. Izraz na obrazu se ji je komaj spremenil. Ni vstala. »Lahko mi vzamete življenje,« je rekla, »saj je zdaj brez vrednosti, ko ste mu odvzeli vse, zaradi česar ga je bilo vredno živeti.«

»Molči!« je rekel poglavar. »Kaj naj bojevnik počne z ženskimi skalpi? Z vašimi možmi se vojskujemo, ker pobijajo našo divjad in nam kradejo zemljo.«

»Mar je mogoče, da prihajate v naše domove še zaradi česa drugega kot ubijanja?« »Tujci smo in izgubili smo pot. Odpeljati nas moraš do vznožja slapov Toccoa in nas privesti k našim prijateljem.«

»Jaz naj vas vodim? Nikoli!« Poglavar je dvignil sekiro, a ženska se ni zdrznila. Nastala je tišina, železno rezilo pa je še vedno grozeče viselo v zraku. Nenadoma je starka dvignila pogled in rekla: »Če mi obljubite, da me boste varovali, vas bom vodila.«

Dali so ji obljubo in skupina se je odpravila na pot. Ostarela vodnica je hodila spredaj, sklonjena proti viharju, in si svoje uborne cape stiskala k telesu. V najtemnejšem delu gozda, kjer sta se zaradi bobnenja voda tuljenje vetra in ječanje vej zdela še glasnejša, jih je opozorila, naj hodijo drug za drugim, vendar naj pohitijo, saj je bila pot dolga in se je mrak vse bolj zgoščal. S sklonjenimi glavami so rinili proti vetru, ona pa pred njimi. Nenadoma, a neopazno, je skočila vstran in počepnila pod drevo, ki je raslo tik ob robu slapa. Indijanci so slepo sledili naprej in hip zatem je uzrla vodjo, kako je omahnil čez rob in se vrtinčil v globino; drug za drugim so mu sledili še preostali. Ko je zadnji odšel v smrt, je vstala in se zmagoslavno zasmejala. »Zdaj lahko tudi jaz umrem!« je vzkliknila. S temi besedami se je vrgla naprej v sivo praznino.

Izvirnik

Early in the days of the white occupation of Georgia a cabin stood not far from the Falls of Toccoa (the Beautiful). Its only occupant was a feeble woman, who found it ill work to get food enough from the wild fruits and scanty clearing near the house, and she had nigh forgotten the taste of meat; for her two sons, who were her pride no less than her support, had been killed by savages. She often said that she would gladly die if she could harm the red men back, in return for her suffering--which was not Christian doctrine, but was natural. She was brooding at her fire, one winter evening, in wonder as to how one so weak and old as she could be revenged, when her door was flung open and a number of red men filled her cabin. She hardly changed countenance. She did not rise. “You may take my life,” she said, “for it is useless, now that you have robbed it of all that made it worth living.”

“Hush!” said the chief. “What does the warrior want with the scalps of women? We war on your men because they kill our game and steal our land.”

“Is it possible that you come to our homes except to kill?”

“We are strangers and have lost our way. You must guide us to the foot of Toccoa and lead us to our friends.”

“I lead you? Never!”

The chief raised his axe, but the woman did not flinch. There was a pause, in which the iron still hung menacing. Suddenly the dame looked up and said, “If you promise to protect me, I will lead you.”

The promise was given and the band set forth, the aged guide in advance, bending against the storm and clasping her poor rags about her. In the darkest part of the wood, where the roaring of wind and groaning of branches seemed the louder for the booming of waters, she cautioned the band to keep in single file, but to make haste, for the way was far and the gloom was thickening. Bending their heads against the wind they pressed forward, she in advance. Suddenly, yet stealthily, she sprang aside and crouched beneath a tree that grew at the very brink of the fall. The Indians came on, following blindly, and in an instant she descried the leader as he went whirling over the edge, and one after another the party followed. When the last had gone to his death she arose to her feet with a laugh of triumph. “Now I, too, can die!” she cried. So saying, she fell forward into the grayness of space.

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