Life in a fort in the Far West is not as monotonous as may be supposed.
There is a variety of work to be done. The hunters are employed in
procuring buffalo, deer, and other game for provisions during the many
winter months. The meat has to be preserved in summer by being
converted into pemmican, and in winter by being placed in deep pits,
with floors of ice between each intervening layer of meat, and then
covered up with snow. When the fort is in the neighbourhood of a lake
or river, fish have to be caught and preserved. This is done by salting
them in summer, and freezing them as soon as the cold becomes intense
enough. Numerous horses have to be attended to, and dogs trained for
dragging the sleighs when the snow covers the ground, the only mode then
possible of travelling. Sleighs, carts, snow-shoes, and harness of all
sorts, have to be manufactured, and moccasins and winter clothing
prepared. In the neighbourhood of some forts gardens containing
vegetables, and fields of maize, wheat, and oats have to be attended to.
In others boats and canoes are built, while at all the gunsmith has
constant work in repairing damaged fire-arms.
Trappers are constantly coming and going, bringing peltries, buffalo,
deer, and wolf-skins, as well as other produce of the chase. Some are
half-breeds, others white men, but the greater number pure Indians.
Some arrive with several bales, others only bring a few skins to
exchange for powder and shot, and a new trap or two. Then the skins
obtained have to be sorted, repacked, and despatched either to York
factory in the north, or to Fort Garry in the south; while stores and
provisions at certain periods arrive, and the men transporting them have
to be entertained until they are ready to return to head-quarters.
Such was the existence which the inmates of Fort Duncan were leading.
Under other circumstances Loraine might soon have grown tired of so
limited a sphere of action, but every day he became more and more
attached--if that were possible--to Sybil; and although he had intended
to perform the journey across the Rocky Mountains to Vancouver's Island,
he could not bring himself to leave her exposed to dangers such as those
from which she had lately been preserved.
Sybil had no wish to let him go, for though short as was the time since
they had first met, he had become all in all to her; and no wonder when
Hector, who had opportunities of knowing him well, declared that he was
one of the finest, noblest, best fellows he had ever fell in with,
right-minded, true and brave; and Sybil was convinced that this account
was not exaggerated.
Next to Loraine, Hector's chief friend was Allan Keith, whom he
considered almost the equal of the first. He had become very anxious at
the non-appearance of Allan and the half-breed hunters he had hoped to
enlist. Either he must have failed in inducing them to accompany him,
or he had encountered some hostile Indians on the way, which was not
very likely, or had been compelled to make a wide circuit to avoid them.
At last Hector asked his father's permission to take two or three men
with him, and to travel northward in the direction Keith would most
likely come, in the hopes of falling in with him, and giving assistance
should it be required. "He may have met with some such misadventure as
Loraine and I did; or he may have expended his ammunition and be
starving," he observed.
Effie was very grateful to Hector when she heard of his proposal.
"I won't ask you to accompany me, Loraine," he said to his friend, "for
I suspect that Sybil would greatly object to your going away; and as you
are less accustomed to the style of life than our men, you would knock
up sooner than they would. I wish that old Sass had been here with his
boy Greensnake; they would, by some means or other, have discovered him,
wherever he is."
Loraine made no reply. He certainly had no wish to go, and he agreed
with Hector that the hunters were more accustomed to the style of life
they would have to lead than he was; still, in his anxiety to assist
Keith, he was ready to sacrifice much, but if a sufficient number of men
from the fort could be spared, his aid would not be required.
To Hector's disappointment, however, Captain Mackintosh objected to his
taking any men from the fort.
"The best hunters are required to go out in search of game, and the
garrison is already weakened by those who have accompanied Mr Harvey,"
he remarked. "Although I am as anxious as you are about Keith, yet duty
compels me to refuse your request, and I cannot let you go alone, or
even with one man. Had Le Brun been here I might have sent him, as he
is worth two or three others; but unless Mr Harvey abandons his station
and takes refuge in the fort, it may be some time before he returns, and
I hope before then we shall either see or hear of Keith."
Still Hector did not abandon his plan. Norman was ready to go; and
Loraine, when he found that no one else could be spared, without
consulting Sybil, volunteered to accompany him.
Captain Mackintosh finding that his sons were so bent on the expedition,
and that their guest was ready to sacrifice his own inclination, on
further considering the matter, gave his consent, and agreed to send one
of the best hunters and guides with them, provided they promised not to
be absent more than ten days, and to leave behind them marks by which
their trail could be followed up.
Effie thanked Loraine warmly; and even Sybil acknowledged that as he was
going from a generous motive, she could not venture to ask him to stay
behind.
The undertaking being determined on, the party rapidly made their
preparations. Having crossed the river where the horses were waiting
for them, they set out. Besides those they rode, each person had a
spare horse on which were carried a few light articles required for
camping.
Sybil and Effie stood on the ramparts facing the river, and bade them
adieu, as they wound their way up the hill on the opposite bank.
Effie felt happier than she had been for some time; and it was now her
part to console Sybil for Loraine's absence, assuring her that the party
would not return without bringing tidings of Allan.
Several of the hunters had been out for three days in search of buffalo.
They were expected back that night; but as they did not make their
appearance, the gates were closed as usual, and sentries posted to keep
watch at night.
Towards morning the man on duty in one of the towers, saw through the
gloom a horseman coming at full speed towards the fort.
"Vite, vite, open the gate; I am well-nigh done for," he shouted. "The
rest have been killed, and I have had a hard matter to escape from the
savages."
The sentry gave the alarm, the gates were opened, and Jacques Robe, one
of the hunters, rode in. He almost fell from his horse into the arms of
two of the men who had hastened out to meet him. An arrow was in his
side, and he was bleeding from other wounds.
The gates being closed, Captain Mackintosh directed the wounded man to
be carried to his house, and as soon as he had sent the garrison to the
ramparts to be ready should the enemy appear, he hastened to attend to
him.
The poor fellow's wounds though severe were not likely to prove mortal.
The arrow was extracted by sawing off the head, the other hurts being
bound up, the bullets having happily not lodged in his body. Captain
Mackintosh then left his patient to the care of his wife and went out to
make further arrangements for the defence. He now regretted having
allowed his sons and Loraine to go away, contrary to his better
judgment. They could not, however, as yet have got to any distance; and
as their assistance would be of the greatest value he resolved at once
to recall them. He hoped that they would be able to return in time to
assist in the defence of the fort, as probably the Blackfeet, knowing
that notice would be given of their approach by the escape of Jacques
Robe, would not venture to attack it, if such was their intention, until
the following night. He therefore ordered Jules Buffet, an active and
intelligent scout, to cross the river and hasten as fast as his horse
would carry him after the party.
"They will not hesitate about returning when they hear what is likely to
occur," he observed.
Jules, stuffing some pemmican and bread into his pouch, without loss of
a moment set off.
It was still too dark to observe his movements; but the man who had gone
to assist him in catching and saddling his horse, reported that he had
started in safety, and that knowing the country, in spite of the
obscurity, he would have no difficulty in carrying out his instructions.
Captain Mackintosh laid strict injunctions on Sybil and his wife and
daughter, on no account to leave the shelter of the house, observing,
"It will become still darker than it is at present before day breaks,
and it is possible that during the time the savages may take the
opportunity of sending a shower of arrows into the fort. With our
reduced numbers, I must not venture to send out scouts to ascertain
their position; they may be still at a distance, or they may be creeping
up towards the fort hoping to take us by surprise."
The ladies exhibited the courage that might have been expected of them
when they, without fear, came to live in that remote fort, situated, as
they well knew, in the neighbourhood of hostile tribes.
Mrs Mackintosh got lint and bandages and cordials ready, in case any of
the garrison should be wounded.
Captain Mackintosh then went round the fort to encourage the scanty
garrison, and to see that they were on the watch. He endeavoured to
pierce the gloom, but could distinguish no objects moving on the
prairie. Still, he knew well the various tricks to which the Redskins
were likely to resort. They might be close by, creeping up on hands and
knees among the grass, or along the bank of the river so as to attack
the fort at the real as well as in front. He prepared for both
contingencies, posting careful men at every assailable point.
The minutes went slowly by. He greatly missed his sons, and Loraine,
who would have been of essential service in watching the more dangerous
points. Le Brun, a most trustworthy man, was away, and two of his best
hunters and scouts had been killed, while another lay wounded and
useless. Still he endeavoured to make up for the limited number of his
men by his own energy and watchfulness.
As he hurried round and round, he praised those who were most on the
alert, and warned the others of the dangers of negligence. He more than
once went down to examine his watch, and ascertain how the time was
passing, for of course no lights were shown on the ramparts, and then
again he hurried up to look over the prairie.
At length a bright streak appeared across the eastern sky. The light
increased, and it was with a sigh of heart-felt relief, when at last,
being able to see across the prairie, he discovered that not a single
object was moving over its broad expanse.
"It is as I thought, then," he said to himself; "the Blackfeet have
deemed it prudent not to show themselves until they can catch us off our
guard. We shall have, I trust, a day's rest, and by the evening my boys
and their brave friends will have returned; and even should poor Keith
have met with disaster, Burnett may send us reinforcements from
Edmonton. I pray that the savages have not paid a visit to Harvey's
station, or it may have gone hard with him. Now I may go down and
console Mrs Mackintosh and the girls, and get some breakfast;" and the
gallant Captain, having again charged the sentries to keep on the alert,
returned to his house.
The day wore on, and had it not been for Jacques Robe's positive
assertion that he had escaped from an unusually large body of Blackfeet,
it might have been supposed that there was no cause for alarm.
Not even a buffalo or deer appeared. That, however, was not unusual;
indeed, the only cause to create suspicion was that no traders, either
Indians or others, arrived at the fort.
Noon had passed, and had Jules Buffet ridden as fast as he proposed,
Loraine and his companions might soon return. Still they did not
appear.
Sybil and Effie frequently went to the southern platform to look out,
but returned each time disappointed.
Captain Mackintosh, who had gone to the top of the look-out tower, swept
with his telescope the horizon to the south and west, towards which the
glowing sun was once more sinking.
As he looked, he fancied that he could detect objects moving above the
tall grass, embrowned with the tints of autumn. If they were Indians
they probably did not suppose that they could be discovered at so great
a distance. They might, indeed, have been only a herd of deer
scampering across the plain. Still, as he looked again and again
through his glass, he fancied that he could distinguish the plumed heads
and shoulders of Indian warriors.
"They shall not catch us napping, at all events," he said to himself;
"and I trust to Heaven to enable us to make good use of the means at our
disposal."
He was unwilling to leave his post, while there was sufficient daylight
to give him a chance of ascertaining whether the objects he saw were
mounted Indians or not: he knew that at such a distance men on foot
could not possibly be seen. He had much less to fear from men on
horseback than from the stealthy approach of savages on foot, who might
creep up almost unperceived close to the walls.
At length the increasing shadows of evening shrouded the view, and he
made another round to warn the sentries, as before, to be on the alert,
telling them that they might expect to be attacked before morning.
Just as he reached the river side of the platform, he heard a shout. It
was Norman's voice, asking for a boat to be sent over.
He immediately, therefore, ordered two of the men usually employed in
the service to pull across, and in a short time his sons and Loraine
entered the fort. It need not be said that they were welcomed by those
who had been so long looking for them. Jules Buffet had fulfilled his
promise by pushing forward at full speed, and had overtaken them just as
his horse fell utterly exhausted, while they were making their noon-day
halt. They had galloped back on fresh horses, which at the end of the
ride seemed scarcely able to stand.
"But we have managed it," cried Hector, "and now I hope the Redskins
won't disappoint us. I wish, however, that we could have brought Allan
Keith; but we met with no signs of him or his party, and he may be still
a hundred miles away or more."
The addition of five persons in whom he could trust, made Captain
Mackintosh hope more than ever that he should be able successfully to
resist the expected attack of the Blackfeet. That they would come that
night he felt almost certain, as also that the great object of their
young chief Mysticoose was to carry off Sybil. He had, however,
probably induced his people to undertake the expedition by promising
them the pillage of the fort. They had a few years before this
surprised Bow Fort, which afforded them a rich booty, and they might
naturally expect to succeed in capturing Fort Duncan, which was not
better provided with the means of defence. Never, however, before the
recent attempt of Mysticoose to take it by treachery, had it been
attacked.
The fresh arrivals, after taking some food, lay down to get the rest
they so much required, Captain Mackintosh promising to call them should
any signs of the approaching enemy be discovered. Each man on the
ramparts was provided with a lantern, kept shaded until required, to
throw a light on the ground round the fort, which, as was rightly
expected, would tend greatly to disconcert the assailants, should they
creep up with the expectation of effecting a surprise.
Hour after hour went by.
"They intend, I suspect, as I thought they would yesterday morning, to
make their attack a short time before daylight, when they fancy we shall
be weary with watching, and off our guard," observed Captain Mackintosh
to Loraine, who had joined him on the platform.
"Then we may expect them before long," said Loraine, looking at his
watch by the light of a lantern.
Scarcely had he spoken, than an arrow flew between him and Captain
Mackintosh. He had just time to shout to his people to get under cover,
when a whole flight came whistling over their heads, followed by a
terrific war whoop, the most fearful sound of which the human voice is
capable.
The men in the garrison shouted in return, several of them well
accustomed to the noise giving vent to derisive laughter.
"The painted savages fancy that we are to be frightened by yells like
yon," cried Sandy Macpherson, an old Scotchman, who had been since his
youth in the service of the company. "They may shoot their arrows and
shout as loud as they like, but it won't help them to get inside the
fort, lads, I ken. Wait till we can see their heads, and then send a
shower of bullets among them, but dinna fire till the captain gives the
word, an' then blaze away as fast as ye can load."
"Bravo, Sandy! That's just what we must do," cried Hector, who was
passing at the moment, having been sent round by his father to see that
the men were at their proper stations.
A shout from Sandy, of "There they are!" and the word to fire, produced
a blaze of light round the fort.
The Blackfeet, many of whom had muskets, fired in return, and then
countless dark forms were seen dashing forward, some to attempt to scale
the walls, others to force open the gate.