CHAPTER IV.

There were few forms of courtesy observed by the warriors towards the

English officers on entering the council room. Ponteac, who had

collected all his native haughtiness into one proud expression of look

and figure, strode in without taking the slightest notice even of the

governor. The other chiefs imitated his example, and all took their

seats upon the matting in the order prescribed by their rank among the

tribes, and their experience in council. The Ottawa chief sat at the

near extremity of the room, and immediately facing the governor. A

profound silence was observed for some minutes after the Indians had

seated themselves, during which they proceeded to fill their pipes. The

handle of that of the Ottawa chief was decorated with numerous feathers

fancifully disposed.

"This is well," at length observed the governor. "It is long since the

great chiefs of the nations have smoked the sweet grass in the council

hall of the Saganaw. What have they to say, that their young men may

have peace to hunt the beaver, and to leave the print of their

mocassins in the country of the Buffalo?--What says the Ottawa chief?"

"The Ottawa chief is a great warrior," returned the other, haughtily;

and again repudiating, in the indomitableness of his pride, the very

views that a more artful policy had first led him to avow. "He has

already said that, within a single moon, nine of the strong holds of

the Saganaw have fallen into his hands, and that the scalps of the

white men fill the tents of his warriors. If the red skins wish for

peace, it is because they are sick with spilling the blood of their

enemies. Does my father hear?"

"The Ottawa has been cunning, like the fox," calmly returned the

governor. "He went with deceit upon his lips, and said to the great

chiefs of the strong holds of the Saganaw,--'You have no more forts

upon the lakes; they have all fallen before the red skins: they gave

themselves into our hands; and we spared their lives, and sent them

down to the great towns near the salt lake.' But this was false: the

chiefs of the Saganaw, believing what was said to them, gave up their

strong holds; but their lives were not spared, and the grass of the

Canadas is yet moist with their blood. Does the Ottawa hear?"

Amazement and stupefaction sat for a moment on the features of the

Indians. The fact was as had been stated; and yet, so completely had

the several forts been cut off from all communication, it was deemed

almost impossible one could have received tidings of the fate of the

other, unless conveyed through the Indians themselves.

"The spies of the Saganaw have been very quick to escape the vigilance

of the red skins," at length replied the Ottawa; "yet they have

returned with a lie upon their lips. I swear by the Great Spirit, that

nine of the strong holds of the Saganaw have been destroyed. How could

the Ottawa go with deceit upon his lips, when his words were truth?"

"When the red skins said so to the warriors of the last forts they

took, they said true; but when they went to the first, and said that

all the rest had fallen, they used deceit. A great nation should

overcome their enemies like warriors, and not seek to beguile them with

their tongues under the edge of the scalping knife!"

"Why did the Saganaw come into the country of the red skins?" haughtily

demanded the chief. "Why did they take our hunting grounds from us? Why

have they strong places encircling the country of the Indians, like a

belt of wampum round the waist of a warrior?"

"This is not true," rejoined the governor. "It was not the Saganaw, but

the warriors of the pale flag, who first came and took away the hunting

grounds, and built the strong places. The great father of the Saganaw

had beaten the great father of the pale flag quite out of the Canadas,

and he sent his young men to take their place and to make peace with

the red skins, and to trade with them, and to call them brothers."

"The Saganaw was false," retorted the Indian. "When a chief of the

Saganaw came for the first time with his warriors into the country of

the Ottawas, the chief of the Ottawas stood in his path, and asked him

why, and from whom, he came? That chief was a bold warrior, and his

heart was open, and the Ottawa liked him; and when he said he came to

be friendly with the red skins, the Ottawa believed him, and he shook

him by the hand, and said to his young men, 'Touch not the life of a

Saganaw; for their chief is the friend of the Ottawa chief, and his

young men shall be the friends of the red warriors.' Look," he

proceeded, marking his sense of the discovery by another of those

ejaculatory "Ughs!" so expressive of surprise in an Indian, "at the

right hand of my father I see a chief," pointing to Captain Erskine,

"who came with those of the Saganaw who first entered the country of

the Detroit;--ask that chief if what the Ottawa says is not true. When

the Saganaw said he came only to remove the warriors of the pale flag,

that he might be friendly and trade with the red skins, the Ottawa

received the belt of wampum he offered, and smoked the pipe of peace

with him, and he made his men bring bags of parched corn to his

warriors who wanted food, and he sent to all the nations on the lakes,

and said to them, 'The Saganaw must pass unhurt to the strong hold on

the Detroit.' But for the Ottawa, not a Saganaw would have escaped; for

the nations were thirsting for their blood, and the knives of the

warriors were eager to open their scalps. Ask the chief who sits at the

right hand of my father," he again energetically repeated, "if what the

Ottawa says is not true."

"What the Ottawa says is true," rejoined the governor; "for the chief

who sits on my right hand has often said that, but for the Ottawa, the

small number of the warriors of the Saganaw must have been cut off; and

his heart is big with kindness to the Ottawa for what he did. But if

the great chief meant to be friendly, why did he declare war after

smoking the pipe of peace with the Saganaw? Why did he destroy the

wigwams of the settlers, and carry off the scalps even of their weak

women and children? All this has the Ottawa done; and yet he says that

he wished to be friendly with my young men. But the Saganaw is not a

fool. He knows the Ottawa chief had no will of his own. On the right

hand of the Ottawa sits the great chief of the Delawares, and on his

left the great chief of the Shawanees. They have long been the sworn

enemies of the Saganaw; and they came from the rivers that run near the

salt lake to stir up the red skins of the Detroit to war. They

whispered wicked words in the ear of the Ottawa chief, and he

determined to take up the bloody hatchet. This is a shame to a great

warrior. The Ottawa was a king over all the tribes in the country of

the fresh lakes, and yet he weakly took council like a woman from

another."

"My father lies!" fiercely retorted the warrior, half springing to his

feet, and involuntarily putting his hand upon his tomahawk. "If the

settlers of the Saganaw have fallen," he resumed in a calmer tone,

while he again sank upon his mat, "it is because they did not keep

their faith with the red skins. When they came weak, and were not yet

secure in their strong holds, their tongues were smooth and full of

soft words; but when they became strong under the protection of their

thunder, they no longer treated the red skins as their friends, and

they laughed at them for letting them come into their country." "But,"

he pursued, elevating his voice, "the Ottawa is a great chief, and he

will be respected." Then adverting in bitterness to the influence

supposed to be exercised over him,--"What my father has said is false.

The Shawanees and the Delawares are great nations; but the Ottawas are

greater than any, and their chiefs are full of wisdom. The Shawanees

and the Delawares had no talk with the Ottawa chief to make him do what

his own wisdom did not tell him."

"Then, if the talk came not from the Shawanees and the Delawares, it

came from the spies of the warriors of the pale flag. The great father

of the French was angry with the great father of the Saganaw, because

he conquered his warriors in many battles; and he sent wicked men to

whisper lies of the Saganaw into the ears of the red skins, and to make

them take up the hatchet against them. There is a tall spy at this

moment in the camp of the red skins," he pursued with earnestness, and

yet paling as he spoke. "It is said he is the bosom friend of the great

chief of the Ottawas. But I will not believe it. The head of a great

nation would not be the friend of a spy--of one who is baser than a

dog. His people would despise him; and they would say, 'Our chief is

not fit to sit in council, or to make war; for he is led by the word of

a pale face who is without honour.'"

The swarthy cheek of the Indian reddened, and his eye kindled into

fire. "There is no spy, but a great warrior, in the camp of the

Ottawas," he fiercely replied. "Though he came from the country that

lies beyond the salt lake, he is now a chief of the red skins, and his

arm is mighty, and his heart is big. Would my father know why he has

become a chief of the Ottawas?" he pursued with scornful exultation.

"When the strong holds of the Saganaw fell, the tomahawk of the 'white

warrior' drank more blood than that of a red skin, and his tent is hung

around with poles bending under the weight of the scalps he has taken.

When the great chief of the Ottawas dies, the pale face will lead his

warriors, and take the first seat in the council. The Ottawa chief is

his friend."

"If the pale face be the friend of the Ottawa," pursued the governor,

in the hope of obtaining some particular intelligence in regard to this

terrible and mysterious being, "why is he not here to sit in council

with the chiefs? Perhaps," he proceeded tauntingly, as he fancied he

perceived a disinclination on the part of the Indian to account for the

absence of the warrior, "the pale face is not worthy to take his place

among the head men of the council. His arm may be strong like that of a

warrior, but his head may be weak like that of a woman; or, perhaps, he

is ashamed to show himself before the pale faces, who have turned him

out of their tribe."

"My father lies!" again unceremoniously retorted the warrior. "If the

friend of the Ottawa is not here, it is because his voice cannot speak.

Does my father recollect the bridge on which he killed his young

warrior? Does he recollect the terrible chase of the pale face by the

friend of the Ottawa? Ugh!" he continued, as his attention was now

diverted to another object of interest, "that pale face was swifter

than any runner among the red skins, and for his fleetness he deserved

to live to be a great hunter in the Canadas; but fear broke his

heart,--fear of the friend of the Ottawa chief. The red skins saw him

fall at the feet of the Saganaw without life, and they saw the young

warriors bear him off in their arms. Is not the Ottawa right?" The

Indian paused, threw his eye rapidly along the room, and then, fixing

it on the governor, seemed to wait with deep but suppressed interest

for his reply.

"Peace to the bones of a brave warrior!" seriously and evasively

returned the governor: "the pale face is no longer in the land of the

Canadas, and the young warriors of the Saganaw are sorry for his loss;

but what would the Ottawa say of the bridge? and what has the pale

warrior, the friend of the Ottawa, to do with it?"

A gleam of satisfaction pervaded the countenance of the Indian, as he

eagerly bent his ear to receive the assurance that the fugitive was no

more; but when allusion was again made to the strange warrior, his brow

became overcast, and he replied with mingled haughtiness and anger,--

"Does my father ask? He has dogs of spies among the settlers of the

pale flag, but the tomahawk of the red skins will find them out, and

they shall perish even as the Saganaw themselves. Two nights ago, when

the warriors of the Ottawas were returning from their scout upon the

common, they heard the voice of Onondato, the great wolf-dog of the

friend of the Ottawa chief. The voice came from the bridge where the

Saganaw killed his young warrior, and it called upon the red skins for

assistance. My young men gave their war cry, and ran like wild deer to

destroy the enemies of their chief; but when they came, the spies had

fled, and the voice of Onondato was low and weak as that of a new fawn;

and when the warriors came to the other end of the bridge, they found

the pale chief lying across the road and covered over with blood. They

thought he was dead, and their cry was terrible; for the pale warrior

is a great chief, and the Ottawas love him; but when they looked again,

they saw that the blood was the blood of Onondato, whose throat the

spies of the Saganaw had cut, that he might not hunt them and give them

to the tomahawk of the red skins."

Frequent glances, expressive of their deep interest in the announcement

of this intelligence, passed between the governor and his officers. It

was clear the party who had encountered the terrible warrior of the

Fleur de lis were not spies (for none were employed by the garrison),

but their adventurous companions who had so recently quitted them. This

was put beyond all doubt by the night, the hour, and the not less

important feet of the locality; for it was from the bridge described by

the Indian, near which the Canadian had stated his canoe to be chained,

they were to embark on their perilous and uncertain enterprise. The

question of their own escape from danger in this unlooked for collision

with so powerful and ferocious an enemy, and of the fidelity of the

Canadian, still remained involved in doubt, which it might be

imprudent, if not dangerous, to seek to have resolved by any direct

remark on the subject to the keen and observant warrior. The governor

removed this difficulty by artfully observing,--

"The great chief of the Ottawas has said they were the spies of the

Saganaw who killed the pale warrior. His young men has found them,

then; or how could he know they were spies?"

"Is there a warrior among the Saganaw who dares to show himself in the

path of the red skins, unless he come in strength and surrounded by his

thunder?" was the sneering demand. "But my father is wrong, if he

supposes the friend of the Ottawa is killed. No," he pursued fiercely,

"the dogs of spies could not kill him; they were afraid to face so

terrible a warrior. They came behind him in the dark, and they struck

him on the head like cowards and foxes as they were. The warrior of the

pale face, and the friend of the Ottawa chief, is sick, but not dead.

He lies without motion in his tent, and his voice cannot speak to his

friend to tell him who were his enemies, that he may bring their scalps

to hang up within his wigwam. But the great chief will soon be well,

and his arm will be stronger than ever to spill the blood of the

Saganaw as he has done before."

"The talk of the Ottawa chief is strange," returned the governor,

emphatically and with dignity. "He says he conies to smoke the pipe of

peace with the Saganaw, and yet he talks of spilling their blood as if

it was water from the lake. What does the Ottawa mean?"

"Ugh!" exclaimed the Indian, in his surprise. "My father is right, but

the Ottawa and the Saganaw have not yet smoked together. When they

have, the hatchet will be buried for ever. Until then, they are still

enemies."

During this long and important colloquy of the leading parties, the

strictest silence had been preserved by the remainder of the council.

The inferior chiefs had continued deliberately puffing the smoke from

their curled lips, as they sat cross-legged on their mats, and nodding

their heads at intervals in confirmation of the occasional appeal made

by the rapid glance of the Ottawa, and uttering their guttural "Ugh!"

whenever any observation of the parlant parties touched their feelings,

or called forth their surprise. The officers had been no less silent

and attentive listeners, to a conversation on the issue of which hung

so many dear and paramount interests. A pause in the conference gave

them an opportunity of commenting in a low tone on the communication

made, in the strong excitement of his pride, by the Ottawa chief, in

regard to the terrible warrior of the Fleur de lis; who, it was

evident, swayed the councils of the Indians, and consequently exercised

an influence over the ultimate destinies of the English, which it was

impossible to contemplate without alarm. It was evident to all, from

whatsoever cause it might arise, this man cherished a rancour towards

certain individuals in the fort, inducing an anxiety in its reduction

scarcely equalled by that entertained on the part of the Indians

themselves. Beyond this, however, all was mystery and doubt; nor had

any clue been given to enable them to arrive even at a well founded

apprehension of the motives which had given birth to the vindictiveness

of purpose, so universally ascribed to him even by the savages

themselves.

The chiefs also availed themselves of this pause in the conversation of

the principals, to sustain a low and animated discussion. Those of the

Shawanee and Delaware nations were especially earnest; and, as they

spoke across the Ottawa, betrayed, by their vehemence of gesture, the

action of some strong feeling upon their minds, the precise nature of

which could not be ascertained from their speech at the opposite

extremity of the room. The Ottawa did not deign to join in their

conversation, but sat smoking his pipe in all the calm and forbidding

dignity of a proud Indian warrior conscious of his own importance.

"Does the great chief of the Ottawas, then, seek for peace in his heart

at length?" resumed the governor; "or is he come to the strong hold of

Detroit, as he went to the other strong holds, with deceit on his lips?"

The Indian slowly removed his pipe from his mouth, fixed his keen eye

searchingly on that of the questioner for nearly a minute, and then

briefly and haughtily said, "The Ottawa chief has spoken."

"And do the great chiefs of the Shawanees, and the great chiefs of the

Delawares, and the great chiefs of the other nations, ask for peace

also?" demanded the governor. "If so, let them speak for themselves,

and for their warriors."

We will not trespass on the reader, on whom we have already inflicted

too much of this scene, by a transcript of the declarations of the

inferior chiefs. Suffice it to observe, each in his turn avowed motives

similar to those of the Ottawa for wishing the hatchet might be buried

for ever, and that their young men should mingle once more in

confidence, not only with the English troops, but with the settlers,

who would again be brought into the country at the cessation of

hostilities. When each had spoken, the Ottawa passed the pipe of

ceremony, with which he was provided, to the governor.

The latter put it to his lips, and commenced smoking. The Indians

keenly, and half furtively, watched the act; and looks of deep

intelligence, that escaped not the notice of the equally anxious and

observant officers, passed among them.

"The pipe of the great chief of the Ottawas smokes well," calmly

remarked the governor; "but the Ottawa chief, in his hurry to come and

ask for peace, has made a mistake. The pipe and all its ornaments are

red like blood: it is the pipe of war, and not the pipe of peace. The

great chief of the Ottawas will be angry with himself; he has entered

the strong hold of the Saganaw, and sat in the council, without doing

any good for his young men. The Ottawa must come again."

A deep but subdued expression of disappointment passed over the

features of the chiefs. They watched the countenances of the officers,

to see whether the substitution of one pipe for the other had been

attributed, in their estimation, to accident or design. There was

nothing, however, to indicate the slightest doubt of their sincerity.

"My father is right," replied the Indian, with an appearance of

embarrassment, which, whether natural or feigned, had nothing

suspicious in it. "The great chief of the Ottawas has been foolish,

like an old woman. The young chiefs of his tribe will laugh at him for

this. But the Ottawa chief will come again, and the other chiefs with

him, for, as my father sees, they all wish for peace; and that my

father may know all the nations wish for peace, as well as their head

men, the warriors of the Ottawa, and of the Shawanee, and of the

Delaware, shall play at ball upon the common, to amuse his young men,

while the chiefs sit in council with the chiefs of the Saganaw. The red

skins shall come naked, and without their rifles and their tomahawks;

and even the squaws of the warriors shall come upon the common, to show

the Saganaw they may be without fear. Does my father hear?"

"The Ottawa chief says well," returned the governor; "but will the pale

friend of the Ottawa come also to take his seat in the council hall?

The great chief has said the pale warrior has become the second chief

among the Ottawas; and that when he is dead, the pale warrior will lead

the Ottawas, and take the first seat in the council. He, too, should

smoke the pipe of peace with the Saganaw, that they may know he is no

longer their enemy."

The Indian hesitated, uttering merely his quick ejaculatory "Ugh!" in

expression of his surprise at so unexpected a requisition. "The pale

warrior, the friend of the Ottawa, is very sick," he at length said;

"but if the Great Spirit should give him back his voice before the

chiefs come again to the council, the pale face will come too. If my

father does not see him then, he will know the friend of the Ottawa

chief is very sick."

The governor deemed it prudent not to press the question too closely,

lest in so doing he should excite suspicion, and defeat his own object.

"When will the Ottawa and the other chiefs come again?" he asked; "and

when will their warriors play at ball upon the common, that the Saganaw

may see them and be amused?"

"When the sun has travelled so many times," replied Ponteac, holding up

three fingers of his left hand. "Then will the Ottawa and the other

chiefs bring their young warriors and their women."

"It is too soon," was the reply; "the Saganaw must have time to collect

their presents, that they may give them to the young warriors who are

swiftest in the race, and the most active at the ball. The great chief

of the Ottawas, too, must let the settlers of the pale flag, who are

the friends of the red skins, bring in food for the Saganaw, that a

great feast may be given to the chiefs, and to the warriors, and that

the Saganaw may make peace with the Ottawas and the other nations as

becomes a great people. In twice so many days," holding up three of his

fingers in imitation of the Indian, "the Saganaw will be ready to

receive the chiefs in council, that they may smoke the pipe of peace,

and bury the hatchet for ever. What says the great chief of the

Ottawas?"

"It is good," was the reply of the Indian, his eye lighting up with

deep and exulting expression. "The settlers of the pale flag shall

bring food to the Saganaw. The Ottawa chief will send them, and he will

desire his young men not to prevent them. In so many days, then,"

indicating with his fingers, "the great chiefs will sit again in

council with the Saganaw, and the Ottawa chief will not be a fool to

bring the pipe he does not want."

With this assurance the conference terminated. Ponteac raised his tall

frame from the mat on which he had been squatted, nodded

condescendingly to the governor, and strode haughtily into the square

or area of the fort. The other chiefs followed his example; and to

Major Blackwater was again assigned the duty of accompanying them

without the works. The glance of the savages, and that of Ponteac in

particular, was less wary than at their entrance. Each seemed to

embrace every object on which the eye could rest, as if to fix its

position indelibly in his memory. The young chief, who had been so

suddenly and opportunely checked while in the very act of pealing forth

his terrible war whoop, again looked up at the windows of the block

house, in quest of those whom his savage instinct had already devoted

in intention to his tomahawk, but they were no longer there. Such was

the silence that reigned every where, the fort appeared to be tenanted

only by the few men of the guard, who lingered near their stations,

attentively watching the Indians, as they passed towards the gate. A

very few minutes sufficed to bring the latter once more in the midst of

their warriors, whom, for a few moments, they harangued earnestly, when

the whole body again moved off in the direction of their encampment.

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