UNCLE MARK'S CANOE--OUR START FOR HOME--THE RATTLESNAKES--MIKE LONGS FOR
HIS FIDDLE--OUR NIGHT ENCAMPMENT--JACQUES LEROCQUE'S FISHING JOKE--
MIKE'S TERROR AT THE SUPPOSED INDIAN AMBUSCADE--THE PHANTOM BEAR--OUR
ARRIVAL AT HOME--KAKAIK AND THE FIDDLE--MIKE'S DELIGHT--KEPENAU'S SECOND
VISIT--REUBEN'S CHAGRIN--MR. SIMON SPARK'S ADVENT--HIS GLOWING
DESCRIPTION OF THE FAR NORTH-WEST--THE FOREST ON FIRE--OUR HUT
DESTROYED--OUR ESCAPE.
The canoe in which Uncle Mark had come up had been built by some Indians
on the lake, who intended to dispose of it to the fur-traders; but, in
consequence of some dispute, they had refused to let them have it, and
had thereafter sold it to my uncles at a reduced price.
It was of far superior construction to those we had hitherto seen used,
though of the same materials.
Formed of large sheets of birch-bark, kept in shape by delicate ribs of
lance-wood or willow, it was nearly forty feet in length, and sharp at
both ends; and the seams where the bark was sewn together were covered
by a thick resinous gum, which became hard in the water. Like the small
canoes, it required careful handling; for, having no keel, it was easily
turned over. It was impelled by six or eight paddles,--three or four on
one side, and the same number on the other; one man steering with a
paddle, as well as paddling.
Uncle Mark had come down one river, then across the lake, and up another
river, instead of the shorter route along the course of several narrower
streams with rapids, which necessitated the same number of portages. By
this means he was able to bring a cargo of cottons, cutlery, and other
heavy articles. He purposed returning by the same route, though it
might have been possible to carry the canoe across the portages, as the
bales of peltries occupied less space than the cargo he had brought.
There was sufficient room, too, for the four additional people the canoe
had now to carry.
The day before we were to start, Ashatea appeared to be very unhappy.
It was, I concluded, at the thought of parting from Lily; but Lily
afterwards told me that it was more on account of Manilick, who still
refused to embrace Christianity.
"We must pray for him," said Lily. "Kepenau has taken every opportunity
of speaking to him, and putting the truth plainly before him; but though
he would very gladly make Ashatea his wife, he still remains firm in his
heathen belief."
We could no longer delay our return home, as the autumn was advancing,
and before long we might expect storms and frosts, which would make our
proposed voyage in the canoe both trying and dangerous.
The whole tribe came down to the bank of the river at early dawn to see
us off, as Uncle Mark wished to cross the lake before sunset. We should
have to encamp for the night, and continue our voyage up the river next
morning.
We made good progress down the stream, having the current with us, and
entered the lake just as the sun rose above what appeared like a sea
horizon, though we knew that the shore was not far off on the opposite
side. The calm lake shone like a burnished mirror. The shore we were
leaving was tinted with various colours, the higher ground here crowned
by groups of spruce-firs, and in other places rocky and barren, but
still picturesque in the extreme.
I took a paddle and sat by Lily. Reuben and Mike also made themselves
of use; while Uncle Mark sat with Dora at the bottom of the canoe. It
was the first voyage I had ever taken on the lake, and Lily and I agreed
that it would be very pleasant to have a canoe or small vessel of our
own, and to cruise round the shores, exploring every inlet and creek.
As the sun rose the heat became intense; not a breath of air stirred the
surface of the lake, and Lily, who had taken off her hat, was very glad
to put it on again. After paddling for some distance we landed to
breakfast, or rather to dine; for we did not intend to stop again till
we went on shore to encamp for the night.
Wild rocks fringed the shore, and we had to exercise great caution in
approaching it, for the slightest touch would have knocked a hole in the
bow of our canoe, and we should very soon have had the water rushing in.
We had, therefore, to look out for some opening into which we could
slowly paddle till we found a landing-place. After making two or three
ineffectual attempts, we succeeded in finding a bank with an almost
perpendicular side, on to which we could at once step from the canoe.
Immediately after landing, all hands set to work to collect wood for a
fire. An abundance lay on the ground, driven there by the wind. Lily
and Dora undertook to cook the breakfast, the materials for which
consisted of eggs, fish, maize cakes, and dandelion coffee--the roots
having been prepared by Aunt Hannah. We soon had a fire blazing up,
when, as Uncle Mark declared, Lily and Dora performed their duties in a
most efficient manner.
Just as we had finished, one of the men, who were seated at some little
distance from us, started up, exclaiming, "Take care! take care! there
are rattlesnakes near us."
Scarcely had he spoken when I saw one of the venomous creatures, the
sound of whose tail the man had heard, rearing its head not five feet
off from Lily. In another moment it might spring on her. Fortunately a
long thin stick lay close to me, which I seized, and with all my might
struck the snake a blow on the head which brought it to the ground,
while I cried out to Lily to run to a distance. Almost in an instant
the snake recovered itself, and sounding its rattle as it moved forward,
made an attempt to spring at me. Again I struck it; and Mike coming to
my assistance, it was quickly despatched.
Where one rattlesnake is found, there are generally many more. Scarcely
two minutes had passed ere another made its appearance, crawling out of
a hole under a tree. While Mike and Reuben went to attack it, Uncle
Mark advised that we should all get on board without delay. Our
breakfast and cooking things were quickly packed up; and the second
rattlesnake being destroyed, Mike and Reuben followed us into the canoe.
Scarcely had we shoved off when three or four more rattlesnakes were
seen, and we felt thankful that none of us had been bitten by them. We
had literally encamped in the midst of a colony of the venomous
reptiles.
We had to exercise the same caution in going out of the harbour as on
entering it; after which we continued our course to the eastward at a
moderate distance from the shore.
"The day was, Masther Roger, when you and I would have been very happy
to have fallen in with as many of those same snakes as we could have
caught," observed Mike to me. "They're mighty good ateing, barring the
head and tail. At laste, the Ridskins hold to that notion."
I was, I confess, very thankful that we had not been compelled to eat
the creatures; though I did not know what hunger might have induced me
to do.
As we paddled on, Uncle Mark asked Lily and Dora to sing. They were not
girls to offer excuses, and declare that they were out of voice.
"What shall it be?" said Lily.
"Anything you like," replied Dora; and immediately they commenced a
melody which, although I had heard it before, sounded very sweet on the
calm water.
Reuben and I joined in chorus; and the men, as well they might,
applauded heartily. Then one of them commenced a canoe-song, in which
they all joined. As soon as they ceased, Lily and Dora gave us a third;
and so we went on, singing and paddling over the calm water.
"Och! but it's a sad pity that them Ridskins have got me beautiful
fiddle!" exclaimed Mike. "Would I not have been giving you all a tune!
Sure, if I do not recover it I will be breaking me heart intirely."
He said this in so melancholy and yet comical a tone, that Reuben and I
burst out laughing. We reminded him that our Indian friend had promised
to try and recover his beloved instrument, and by degrees he regained
his spirits.
The weather continued fine, and the water smooth as before. As I gazed
over the vast expanse spread out on our left, I could scarcely fancy
myself navigating an inland lake, small though it was compared to many
in that region. I thought, too, of how it would appear should a storm
arise, and the now tranquil surface be turned into foaming billows by
the furious wind. Our canoe, with sides not much thicker than a few
sheets of brown paper, would have been a frail bark for navigating the
lake under such circumstances.
Evening was approaching, and though we had paddled on all day we could
not as yet see the mouth of the river, near which we intended to camp.
We redoubled our efforts, therefore, to gain it during daylight.
The sun had almost reached the watery horizon to the west, when we
espied a clump of tall trees which marked the spot towards which we were
directing our course. Having rounded a point, we ran into a bay with a
grass-covered shore; and here we were able to land without difficulty.
We unloaded the canoe, and carried our packages up to a grassy spot
underneath the trees. The men immediately set to work to collect bark
with which to form a wigwam for Lily and Dora; we contenting ourselves
with a lean-to, which would afford us protection from the night wind.
The usual fire was lighted, and as we were all very hungry, no time was
lost in cooking supper. As soon as it was over Lily and Dora retired to
their abode, as they had been up and ready to start some time before
dawn.
We sat round the fire spinning yarns, as the sailors say, and singing
songs. We were speaking of the necessity of trying to get some more
fresh fish, as our stock was nearly exhausted, and Mike had told the
party how successful we had been till our hooks were bitten off.
"But there is a place not far from here where we can catch fish without
hooks," was the answer.
"Sure, and I should like to see it!" exclaimed Mike. "But how is it to
be done?"
"Why, with nets, to be sure," said the canoeman. "And if you like to
come with me, I will show you how I do it."
Mike at once agreed to the proposal.
Hearing that some nets which would suit the purpose had been left _en
cache_ with other articles close at hand, Reuben and I and another man
agreed to accompany them.
Jacques Lerocque, Mike's friend, was an amusing fellow, and fond of
practical joking. It struck me at the time that he was up to some
trick; but he put on so grave a face, and spoke so earnestly, that my
suspicions were banished.
On reaching the cache, which was close to the camp, I found that the
nets were something in the form of hand-nets, only larger. We were also
provided with a lantern containing a thick tallow candle.
"You see how to use these nets!" said Jacques. "We put them into the
water, and then hold the candle at the further end. When the fish see
the light, they swim towards it and are caught."
The plan seemed very feasible, and Mike declared that he thought it was
a mighty convenient way of obtaining a supper.
We were to fish in twos; one man to hold the net, and the other the
light. Reuben agreed to accompany Mike, and I was to take the other
man; while Jacques said he would superintend operations, promising us an
abundance of sport if we would follow his directions.
Going on for half a mile over hard ground, we reached a marsh which was
connected with the lake.
"It is very full of fish, which come in to feed on the insects clinging
to the reeds," observed Jacques, "But you must not mind wetting your
feet."
However, having so recently recovered from a severe illness, I thought
it wiser, when it came to the point, not to do this; so Jacques took my
intended companion with him.
"Here, Master Reuben, you take one bit of candle and I the other," said
Jacques, cutting the piece in the lantern in two.
Reuben and Mike at once plunged into the marsh, and made their way
through the rushes. I heard their voices, although from where I stood I
could not see them. Presently Mike exclaimed--
"Here comes a big one! Howld the light furder back, Masther Reuben,
and, bedad, we'll have him. Sure, though, he's gone off; come a little
furder. There he is now; this time he'll be afther getting caught, sure
enough."
Then the sound of splashing and the crackling of the reeds reached my
ears, when presently Mike cried out,--"Och! murther, but what are these
bastes about? They'll be biting off our noses, and bunging up our eyes!
But we must have the fish, though. Och! murther, murther!"
Reuben's voice joined in chorus, though with varied exclamations.
I ran to a point near the spot which my friends had reached, and there I
saw Mike bending down, holding the net in one hand, while he endeavoured
to beat off with his hat a swarm of mosquitoes which were buzzing
thickly round him. Reuben stood near holding out the candle, and a
second net in his other hand, which prevented him from defending his
face from the venomous bites of his persevering assailants. Still,
though his countenance exhibited the sufferings he was enduring, he
manfully kept his post.
Just then the most fearful shrieks and cries rent the air, sounding like
the war-whoop of a band of savage Indians.
"Och, but the Ridskins are upon us!" cried out Mike. "We must run for
it, Masther Reuben dear. Niver mind the nets, or the fish, or the
mosquito bastes. It's too much for any mortal man to stand, with the
savages into the bargain. Come along as fast as your legs can carry
you; but we will find Masther Roger first. We must not lave him behind
to be scalped; and as to Jacques and Tom Hodges, if they have not taken
care of themselves, it's more than we can do for them."
Mike was rapidly uttering these expressions while, floundering along, he
made his way up to where I was standing. Whether or not Reuben was
aware of the true state of the case I could not tell, but he was
certainly following much more leisurely than might have been expected.
I had that moment caught sight of the grinning countenances of Jacques
and Tom over the rushes, and guessed that the former was playing off one
of his tricks.
When Mike saw me, he exclaimed, "Run, Masther Roger, run! sure, don't
you hear the shrieks of the Indians? They will have the scalps off our
heads, if we don't show them our heels, before many minutes are over."
I burst out laughing, and pointed to our two companions, who, however,
at that moment bobbed down and hid themselves among the rushes.
Mike now began to suspect that a trick had been played him; but nothing
ever made him angry, so, laughing as I was doing, he exclaimed--
"Come out of that, ye spalpeens! It will be many a day before you get
me to go fishing with you again."
Jacques, having had his joke, recovered the nets, and being well
experienced in the style of sport, in a short time caught half a dozen
fine fish, with which we returned to the camp. I was glad to roll
myself up in my blanket, and go to sleep under the shelter of our
lean-to; but the rest of the party sat up cooking and eating one of our
prizes.
I was awoke before long by the sound of loud growlings, which made Uncle
Mark and several of the party start to their feet, with guns ready to
receive the bear from whom they expected an attack. Recollecting
Jacques' propensity to practical joking, I lay quiet; and I heard my
uncle come back soon afterwards, growling almost as much as the supposed
bear, and observing that the brute had got off, though it must have been
close to the camp. I said nothing, though I suspected who had performed
the part of the bear. The next morning I looked about, but could
discover no traces of such an animal. Jacques, if he had represented
it, kept his own counsel; and after we had started I heard him
complaining that his night's rest should have been so disagreeably
disturbed.
Lily and Dora had been awakened, but they, trusting to the vigilance of
their protectors, had wisely gone to sleep again, being very sure that,
did any savage animal approach the camp, we should soon give a good
account of it.
We had a long paddle up the river, and had again to encamp, but no event
worthy of mention occurred; and the next day, late in the evening, we
reached the settlement. Lily and Dora and Reuben went to their
respective homes; and after we had paid a visit to Uncle Stephen and
Aunt Hannah, to convince them that we were still alive notwithstanding
our perilous adventures, we returned to the hut, where we were welcomed
by our three canine friends, which had been left to guard it under
charge of one of Uncle Stephen's men.
The autumn soon passed by, and once more the winter was upon us. We had
plenty of work in felling trees, and either burning them or dragging
them over the snow to places where we intended to cut them up.
Occasionally we paid a visit to the settlement; indeed, I was always
glad of an excuse for passing a few hours with Lily when I could spare
the time. I looked in, also, on my friends the Claxtons. Both they and
my uncles, as Lily had told me, were, I observed, becoming more and more
discontented with the settlement, as were likewise a number of other
people, and the attractions of the new regions of the far west were the
constant subject of conversation. We at the hut troubled ourselves much
less about such matters than did our friends. We had plenty of hard
work, and were pretty well tired when the day's labours were over. Mike
declared that the only drawback to his happiness was the loss of his
fiddle, which he never expected to see again.
"Dat am de cause ob my grief," observed Quambo, putting his hand to his
heart. "If you did get it, would not we hab a dance! We would kick up
de heels all night long, to make up for lost time."
It was some days after this that we one evening saw an Indian coming
through the opening which had now been made down to the river, walking
on snow-shoes, and with a package of some size on his back.
"Here comes Kakaik! I wonder what him bring!" exclaimed Quambo, running
forward to meet our visitor.
Kakaik having made signs that he had got something valuable, Mike
advanced with open mouth and outstretched hands. An idea had occurred
to him.
"What is it, me friend?" he asked eagerly.
The Indian began a long speech.
"Och, man alive! just tell us what it's all about," cried Mike, who
could no longer restrain his curiosity.
By this time Uncle Mark had come out of the hut. The Indian, however,
would go on with his address, of which we did not understand a word.
Mike kept all the time pointing to the package, and entreating him to
undo it.
At length the Indian stopped and commenced untying the thongs which
secured the mysterious parcel, and exposed to the delighted eyes of
Mike--his fiddle and bow.
"Sure, I thought so!" exclaimed the Irishman, eagerly grasping his
treasure. "Erin go bragh!--long life to yese, me jewil!" and clapping
the instrument to his chin, he made an attempt to play on it; but it
required, as may be supposed, no small amount of tuning. Mike at once
set to work, however, turning the keys and drawing the bow over the
strings, all the time uttering expressions of gratitude to the Indian,
and to all concerned in the recovery of the fiddle. The moment he had
tuned it to his satisfaction, he began playing one of the merriest of
jigs, in unison with his own joyous spirits.
Quambo on hearing the sounds started up, snapping his fingers, kicking
up his legs, and whirling round and round in time to the tune. The
Indian, grave as was his exterior, forthwith joined him, out-vying him
in his leaps, and adding the wildest shrieks and shouts. I could not
long resist their example, and in a few minutes even Uncle Mark was
dancing away as vigorously as any of us; Mike all the time kicking his
heels, and bobbing his head with a rapidity which seemed to threaten the
dislocation of his neck. It was the wildest scene imaginable, and any
one observing us would have supposed that we had all gone mad.
At last we had to stop from sheer want of breath, and on entering the
hut Kakaik informed us that it was through the exertions of Manilick
that the fiddle had been recovered. He had paid half-a-dozen yards of
cotton, the same number of strings of beads, a looking-glass, and a
frying-pan, for the treasure. It had been regarded with reverential awe
by the possessors. He sent it, however, as a gift to the rightful
owner, and declined to receive anything in return.
"Faix, thin, I will be grateful to him till the end of me days,"
answered Mike; "and I hope that you will receive, for your throuble in
coming, Masther Kakaik, my 'baccy-box, and half-a-dozen red cotton
handkerchiefs for your wife and childer, all of them bran-new, except
one which I wore as a night-cap when I last had a cowld, and another
which has been in use for a matther of a week or so."
Kakaik accepted the proffered gifts with due gratitude, and further
informed us that the Indians from whom Mike and I escaped had succeeded
in regaining their encampment, though the fire had been close to their
heels; and until Manilick's ambassador visited them they had supposed
that we were destroyed. By the manner in which we had got away from
them, we were very much raised in their opinion; though they threatened,
should they ever catch hold of us, to have our scalps off our heads.
"Much obliged to the gintlemen," remarked Mike; "but we will not let
them do that same if we can help it, and we'll show them that the
Palefaces have as much brains in their skulls as the Ridskins, cunning
as they think themselves."
Kakaik consented to stop with us for the night, and we had several more
tunes from Mike's fiddle, and another dance, almost as boisterous as the
first. Kakaik, after remaining a day with us, took his departure,
loaded with as many articles as he could well carry; some forced on him
by Mike and Quambo, others being given by my uncle and myself as
presents to our friends. I should have said that Kakaik also told us
that Manilick was frequently at Kepenau's camp, and appeared to be
favourably received by Ashatea.
Mike's fiddle was a constant source of amusement to us during the
remainder of the winter.
Spring returned, whereupon Kepenau paid us another visit. He said that
he and his people had determined to move further westward, into an
unoccupied territory, and he feared that some time would pass before he
could again see our faces, but that he hoped occasionally to come with
the peltries he and his people might obtain.
I accompanied him to the settlement. Lily was much grieved to find that
she and Ashatea were not likely to meet again for a long time.
"I thought that she would have become like one of us," she said, "and
live in a comfortable house, and adopt our habits."
"A flower of the forest cannot bloom on the mountain top; nor can one
born in the wilderness live happily in a city," answered Kepenau.
"Though she may not adopt the habits of the Palefaces, she loves them,
and the true faith they have taught her, and will ever pray to the same
God they worship to protect them from danger."
Reuben scarcely attempted to conceal his disappointment, and even
offered to accompany Kepenau back to his lodges; but the chief shook his
head.
"If it is not well for my daughter to dwell among your people, still
worse would it be for you to live with us, natives of the land," he
answered. "Stay with your parents, and support and protect them, and
you will be blessed, and made far happier than were you to follow the
desires of your heart."
After spending some days with us, Kepenau took his departure.
We were, as usual, very busy getting in the crops on our newly cleared
ground, and carrying on other agricultural pursuits. The summer was
intensely hot,--far hotter than I ever recollected it. The crops had
come up early, but the locusts appeared and destroyed every growing
thing which had risen above the surface. This greatly disappointed
those who had looked forward to an early harvest.
About this time a stranger arrived at the settlement. He quickly made
himself known as Mr Simon Sparks; and said, moreover, that he was the
chief land agent of a new territory far to the west, which wonderfully
surpassed our settlement in richness of soil, and fertility, and
abundance of game. His accounts were eagerly listened to, and my uncles
were completely carried away, as were a large portion of the community.
Still, some of the older people were of the opinion that well should be
let alone; and that if we took as much pains in cultivating the ground
as we should have to do were we to make a long journey, we should prove,
notwithstanding the difficulties which might beset us, as successful in
the end.
Mr Sparks, however, was not a man to be defeated in his object; he
continued arguing the point till he had won over a good many adherents.
Still, he had not gained a sufficient number to suit his purpose.
"Well, friends," he said, mounting his horse one evening, as a large
number of the inhabitants were assembled in the chief open place in the
village, which was designated the Square, "do I look like a man who
would mislead you, or fail to carry out my promises? I have slain many
a bear, hunted the buffalo across the prairies, and, single-handed,
fought and defeated scores of Redskins. With such fellows as you at my
back, even if ten thousand were to attempt to stop us we would force our
way onward, and send them to the right-about. What are you afraid of?
If rivers are to be crossed, we can form rafts and swim our cattle over.
There is grass on the plains, and game in the forests to supply all our
wants; and a glorious country at the end of the journey, where happy
homes can be established, and wealth obtained for ourselves and our
children. I ask you again--Do you take me for a man who would bamboozle
you; or do I look like one who will prove true as steel, and fulfil all
his engagements, as an honest man should do? Those who believe that I
speak the truth, hold up their hands; and those who don't, keep them
down, and we part friends notwithstanding."
Few of us could help confessing that, as Mr Simon Sparks, with his tall
sinewy figure, firm-set lips, and keen eyes, sat there on his
strongly-built mustang, his rifle held across his saddle, he did look
like a man very capable of doing what he said he had done, and what he
said he would do. Nearly all hands were raised up.
"Thank you, friends," he said; "I will stay another day with you, and we
will talk the matter over again. If a fair number are determined to
move, we will go together; if not, I shall soon find others who know
their interests better than you seem to do."
Saying this, he dismounted, and went to spend the evening with Mr
Claxton, who was one of his chief adherents.
I returned home to report to Uncle Mark what Mr Sparks had said; but he
was doubtful about moving till he had secured a purchaser for the land
we had cleared with so much labour.
We were about to turn in for the night, when Quambo, who had been to
look after the cattle and pigs, reported that he observed a peculiar
glare through the opening towards the west, though no camp-fire was
likely to be burning in that direction. We all hurried out to look at
what the black had described, and saw the brilliancy of the glare
rapidly increasing.
"It is such a fire as it will take many bucketfuls of water to put out!"
exclaimed Uncle Mark. "As I live, boys, the forest is in flames! And
they are likely to extend pretty rapidly, too, with the wood dry as it
now is."
"What had we better do?" I asked.
"Collect our cattle, pigs, and poultry, take our guns and ammunition,
and a supply of food, and get out of the wood as fast as possible," he
answered, quite calmly. "In a few minutes, if I mistake not, we shall
have the forest blazing away all round us; and nothing that I know of
can save the hut from destruction. It will be fortunate if the village
itself escapes, for the forest comes close up to it on two sides; and
there will be no time to clear away the trees, and put an open belt
between the houses and the fire."
Influenced by Uncle Mark's spirit, we immediately set to work to drive
in the cattle, set the pigs free, and collect the poultry. We loaded
the waggon with as many articles as it could carry; and harnessing the
oxen, commenced our retreat.
We were not a moment too soon, for already the forest to the westward
was in a blaze, extending from the river far away to the north. A
narrow belt of trees alone remained between us and the conflagration,
the dense smoke, curling in thick wreaths, being sent by the wind
towards us, and making respiration difficult. While Uncle Mark took
charge of the waggon, the rest of us drove on the other animals,
directing our course to the settlement by the only open road. We knew,
indeed, that in a short time we might have the fire on both sides of us.
The flames rose up high above the tops of the trees in the rear. The
crackling of the burning branches, and the loud reports as the thick
trunks were split in two by the heat, sounded alarmingly near--the whole
landscape before us being lighted up by the glare shed from the burning
forest. We might, we believed, escape with our lives, were we to leave
the waggon and the cattle, but that was very far from Uncle Mark's
thoughts. By voice and whip we urged on the oxen, and shouting,
shrieking, and using our thick sticks, we endeavoured to drive forward
our refractory charges.
The inhabitants of the village must have seen the conflagration long
before this, and would, we hoped, be preparing for their escape.
I remembered the fire on the prairie. Then only the grass was burning,
but now we should soon have the tall trees in flames on both sides of
us. In a few minutes the flaming masses might be tumbling down on our
heads, and overwhelming us. The thought of this prevented us from
relaxing our efforts. We ran here and there flourishing our sticks,
shouting and bawling till we were hoarse; still, we kept ahead of the
fire, although it was advancing rapidly in our track. The hut,
outbuildings, and enclosures must already, we knew, be reduced to a mass
of cinders; but there was no use thinking about that. We should be
fortunate, did we preserve the more valuable part of our property.
At length the road became wider, and we got among clearings, which would
somewhat stop the progress of the flames, did they not impede them
altogether. We dared not halt, however, but pushed on, directing our
course to the south side of the village, where the country was
completely open, and no trees left standing. The river, too, ran in
that direction, and some flat marshes on the banks would afford security
to all fugitives.
I was thinking all the time of Lily, and my uncle and aunt; and had not
my duty compelled me to remain with the cattle, I would certainly have
hurried on to warn them, in case they should not have discovered their
danger. However, I felt sure that Uncle Mark would not have forgotten
them, and that he was satisfied they would take the necessary steps to
escape. Uncle Stephen had also a waggon in which to convey his
household goods out of the way of danger.
As we got near the village, we were satisfied that the inhabitants were
aroused; for already several waggons were moving forward in the
direction we were going, while we heard the shouts of the men driving
others in the rear. Fortunate, indeed, were those who had waggons, as
the rest of the people would have to carry on their shoulders everything
they wished to save.
The wind, which had increased, hurried forward the fire with terrific
rapidity, and drove the smoke in dense masses round us, so that, bright
as were the flames, we could often see but a short distance ahead. The
shouts and cries of the terrified settlers increased in loudness. All
hope that the village would be preserved must by this time have been
abandoned. The fire was coming up from the west and north-west, leaping
at a bound, as it seemed, over the clearings; the burning branches,
driven by the wind, quickly igniting all combustible matters amid which
they fell.
We at last reached the ground I have spoken of; but not without the loss
of some of our hogs, which had got away from us, in spite of our efforts
to drive them forward. Having early taken the alarm, we were the first
to arrive, but others from the village quickly followed; when we
immediately set to work to cut down every bush and blade of grass which
might catch fire.
In a short time I heard Uncle Stephen's voice, and thankful indeed was I
to see Lily and Aunt Hannah safe. They had found time to load their
waggon with the most valuable part of their property and a store of
provisions. The Claxtons directly afterwards arrived, and reported that
there were still several persons remaining in the village, who believed
that the conflagration would not reach it, and that they would be
perfectly safe. We were, however, too busily engaged in clearing the
ground to think of anything else.
It was fortunate that these precautions had been taken. In a short
time, as we looked towards the village, we saw the flames rising up in
all directions. The fire came working its way along; in some places in
thin lines, in others like a wave rolling over the sandy beach, and
consuming everything in its course.
Before the night was half over a semicircle of flame was blazing up
round the spot we occupied; the river, which was here very broad,
preventing the progress of the fire in that direction. Still, a burning
brand, driven across a narrow part by the wind, might set some dry grass
or bushes on fire; and it was impossible to say how far it might then
extend. Frequently the stifling smoke almost prevented our breathing,
and we had to throw ourselves on the ground to escape it.
All night long did the fire rage round us. The heat was intense, and
the smoke and fine black dust blown over us was most oppressive.
Happily, we had water near to quench our thirst, blackened though it was
with ashes; and we had reason to be thankful that we had reached a place
of safety--the only one near the settlement where we could have escaped
destruction.
The women and children were placed in the waggons, where they
endeavoured to obtain some rest. The ground was too wet for the men to
lie down; and we therefore either leaned against the wheels of the
waggons or walked about. Indeed, we had ample occupation in beating out
the fire, which ran along the most dry portions of the ground we
occupied, wherever there was herbage of any description.
Morning came: but the fire raged on; and there was but little chance of
our being able to move for some days to come. We had, however, no lack
of meat; for, besides the pigs and poultry, several deer and numerous
small animals rushed for safety towards our camp--only to meet the fate
they were attempting to avoid. Two or three bears, also endeavouring to
escape from the flames, were shot. No wolves or foxes came near us:
they had probably, exercising their cunning, made their escape from the
burning forest against the wind.
Daylight showed us such a scene of desolation as I hope never again to
look on. Not a vestige of the village remained; while blackened
trunks--some with a few of their stouter limbs still branching from
them, others reduced to mere black poles, and many burned down to
stumps--appeared in every direction. The crops had disappeared; and not
even a fence was standing.
Thus the settlers, with sorrowful countenances, beheld the labour of
years destroyed.