Through the entire night, with now and then an occasional halt of a
few minutes each, the fugitives--for they may now properly be termed
such--continued their journey. When day broke, they halted in a small
valley through which a small, sparkling stream made its way. On either
side, it was surrounded by dark overhanging forest-trees and heavier
undergrowth, through which none but the eagle eye of the hunter or
savage, could discover their retreat.
Seth, when they first halted, made off in the woods, and in the course
of a half-hour returned with a large fowl. The feathers were plucked
from this, a fire kindled, and in a few moments it was cooked. It
furnished all with a hearty, substantial and nourishing breakfast--what
all needed. After this, a short consultation was held, when it was
determined that they should halt for an hour or two. Several blankets
were spread upon the green sward, as a bed for Ina, and in ten minutes
she was sound asleep.
Our friends had decided upon making their homeward journey upon foot
for several reasons, any of which was sufficient to influence them. In
the first place, their course would be much shorter and more direct,
and was really attended with less danger; and even if they desired to
take to the river, there were no means at hand to do it.
“By gracious!” remarked Seth, after a few minute’s deep thought, “I
feel, boys, as though we’re to run into a scrape before we get home. I
tell _yeou_ I do.”
“And I do, too,” added Haldidge. “I don’t know why it is, and yet I
believe there is reason for it. If there is any chance for them Mohawks
to play the game of _tit for tat_, they’ll do it; you can make up your
mind to that.”
“Do you think the chance is given them?” queried Haverland.
“I am afraid we can’t help it, any way we choose to fix it.”
“What do you mean? What do you refer to?”
“You see, them Ingins can’t help knowing the way we’ll have to take to
reach home, and what is to hinder them from getting ahead of us and
giving us a little trouble?”
“Nothing at all, that’s the fact. Our utmost vigilance will be required
at every step. Don’t you think, Seth, that one of us should act in the
capacity of scout?”
“I _know_ it; not only one, but two. As soon as we start, I shall shoot
ahead and pilot you along, while one of you must flourish in the rear
to announce any new visitors. This is the only way we can ever expect
to move along with dignity.”
“What course do you suppose the savages will take?” asked Graham.
“I guess they ain’t in the neighborhood, though it’s darned hard to
tell where they are. You can make up your mind that they’ll show
themselves before we get any great distance ahead. They’ll be dodging
round in the woods till they find out where we are, and then they’ll
use their wits to draw us into ambush, and I can tell _yeou_, too, that
cuter ones than we have walked right into the infarnal things.”
An hour later, when preparations were making for resuming their
journey, Ina awoke. She was greatly refreshed by the sleep thus
obtained, and the others felt cheered and hopeful at the prospect of a
rapid march for the day.
The burden and responsibility of this small band of adventurers
naturally devolved upon Haldidge and Seth. Haverland, although a
thorough hunter and woodsman, had had little or no experience in Indian
warfare, and accordingly showed himself to be devoid of that suspicious
watchfulness which makes up the success of the frontier ranger. As
for Graham, he was suspicious enough, but he lacked also the great
teacher--experience. Seth and Haldidge thus thrown together, rapidly
consulted and determined in all cases the precautionary measures to be
adopted. In the present instance, it was decided that Haldidge should
linger some hundred yards in the rear, and use all the opportunities
thus afforded of watching the actions or approach of their enemies. The
same duty was imposed upon Seth, with the additional certainty upon his
part, that the entire safety of the company rested with him.
Haverland and Graham generally walked side by side, with Ina between
them, and as watchful as though they had none but themselves to depend
upon. They seldom indulged in conversation, except now and then to
exchange a few words or inquiries.
As Seth Jones was well satisfied in his own mind, that the part of
danger was held by him, we will follow his adventures. After emerging
from the valley, in which the whites had encamped, their way for a
considerable distance led through the unbroken forest, without hill or
vale, and pretty thickly crowded with bushy, yielding undergrowth. Had
a person chanced to cross the path of Seth, the only evidence he would
have had of the presence of a human being, would have been the snapping
of a twig now and then, or the flitting of his form like a shadow from
tree to tree, and perhaps the shrill, bird-like whistle as he signaled
to those in the rear.
Through the forenoon, nothing occurred to excite suspicion upon his
part, but at the period mentioned, he arrived at a point where his
alarm was excited at once. The place offered such advantages for an
Indian ambush, that he gave the signal for those behind to halt, and
determined to make a thorough reconnoissance of the whole locality
before passing through it. The spot referred to, had the appearance
of having formerly been the bed of some large-sized lake, the water
of which having dried up years before, left a rich, productive soil
which was now covered over with the rankest undergrowth and vegetation.
Not a tree of any size appeared. The hollow, or valley, was so much
depressed that from the stand-point of Seth, he obtained a perfect view
of the whole portion. It was of about a third of a mile in breadth, and
perhaps a couple of miles in length.
Seth stood a long time, running his eye over it, scanning every spot
where it seemed likely an enemy might lurk. Hardly a point escaped his
keen vision.
It was while he stood thus, eagerly scanning the valley, that his looks
were suddenly attracted toward a point near the center of the valley,
from which a faint, bluish wreath of smoke was curling upward. This
puzzled our friend greatly. He possessed the curious, investigating
habits so generally ascribed to his race, and his curiosity was
wonderfully excited by this occurrence. That there was some design
in it, not understood yet, he was well satisfied, and he determined
that, before allowing those behind him to venture into the valley, he
would gain all knowledge possible of it. His first step was to take his
own trail backward until he reached Haverland and Graham, to whom he
imparted his intention. This done, he set forward again.
Having arrived at the point where he had first discovered this
suspicious appearance, he paused again for further consideration. The
smoke was still visible, rising very slowly in the clear air, and
making so slight an appearance that even his experienced eye searched a
long time for it. Seth watched for a while, until he felt that he could
not understand the meaning of it without venturing into the valley.
This conclusion arrived at, he hesitated no longer, but descended and
entered at once the luxuriant growth.
When fairly within it, he made a detour to the right, so as to pass
around the fire, and to avoid the path that one unsuspicious of danger
would be apt to follow. As he made his way slowly and cautiously
forward, he paused at intervals and listened intently. Sometimes he
bent his ear to the ground and lay for minutes at a time. But as yet,
not the slightest sound had been heard. Finally he judged that he must
be near the fire that had excited his apprehensions. The snapping of a
burning ember guided him, and a few minutes later he stood within sight
of it.
Here he met a sight that chilled him with horror!
Some wretched human being was bound to a tree and had been burned to
death. He was painted black as death, his scalped head drooped forward,
so that, from where Seth stood, it was impossible to distinguish his
features; but he saw enough to make him shudder at the awful fate he
had so narrowly escaped. Every vestige of flesh was burnt off to the
knees, and the bones, white and glistening, dangled to the crisp and
blackened members above! The hands, tied behind, had passed through
the fire unscathed, but every other part of the body was literally
roasted! The smoke in reality was the smoke from this human body, and
the stench which was now horrible, had been noticed by Seth long before
he suspected the cause.
“Heavens and earth!” he muttered to himself, “this is the first time I
ever saw a person burnt at the stake, and I hope to God it will be the
last time. Can he be a _white man_?”
After some cautious maneuvering, he gained a point from which he
could obtain a view of the face, and he experienced considerable
relief when he discovered that it was not a white man. He was probably
some unfortunate Indian, belonging to a hostile tribe, who had been
captured by his enemies, and upon whom they had thus wreaked their
vengeance. Whether he was a Mohawk or the member of another tribe, it
was impossible for Seth, under the circumstances, to tell. But what
was singular and unaccountable to Seth, was, that there appeared to be
no other savages in the vicinity. He knew it was not their custom to
leave a prisoner thus, and the very fact of their being absent upon the
present occasion, made him doubly cautious and suspicious.
It was while he stood meditating upon the terrible scene before
him, that he was startled by the report of Haldidge’s rifle. He was
satisfied that it was his as it was from that direction, and he could
not be mistaken in the report. He had noticed it during the conflict
the night before, as having a peculiar sound entirely different from
either his own or the savages’. This was a new source of wonder and
perplexity. He was completely puzzled by the extraordinary turn affairs
were taking. Some unusual cause must have discharged Haldidge’s rifle.
What it was he could only conjecture.
Still doubtful and cautious, he determined to reconnoiter his own
position before returning. Stooping almost to the earth, he made
his way stealthily around to the opposite side of the fire. Here he
stretched out flat upon the earth and bent his ear to the ground. A
faint tremor was heard. He raised his head and heard the brushing of
some body through the wood. The next moment, five Mohawk warriors, in
all the horrid panoply of war paint, stepped into the open space in
front of the Indian who had been burnt at the stake.
The report of the rifle appeared to be the cause of the apprehension
among them. They conversed earnestly in a low tone at first,
gesticulating violently, without noticing in the least the
heart-sickening spectacle before them. Seth was satisfied that they
had no suspicions of his own proximity, for they gradually spoke
louder until he managed to overhear the most of what they said. As he
expected, it was the rifle report. They seemed to understand that it
had not been discharged by one of their own number, and were afraid
that their presence had been discovered. Seth learned further that
there were at least a dozen Indians in the neighborhood, every one of
whom were led thither by the one object.
Consequently he must have missed the others entirely in his movements,
or else they were in the rear and had been discovered by Haldidge.
That the latter was the case, seemed more than probable. A collision
in all probability had occurred between them and the hunter, and Seth
felt that his presence was needed. Accordingly he turned to retrace his
steps.
His presence was indeed required, for danger, dark and threatening,
surrounded the little band of whites.