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THE RIFLEMEN
OF THE
Miami.
BY EDWARD S. ELLIS
BEADLE AND COMPANY,
NEW YORK: 141 WILLIAM STREET.
LONDON: 44 PATERNOSTER ROW.
Entered according to Act of Congress, in the Year 1862, by
BEADLE AND COMPANY,
In the Clerk's Office of the District Court of the United States for the
Southern District of New York.
THE RIFLEMEN OF THE MIAMI.
CHAPTER I.
THE RESCUE.
If it were done, when 'tis done, then 'twere well
It were done quickly.--MACBETH.
"Quick, boys, and be careful that they don't see your heads."
Four men were moving along under the bank of the Miami, with their
bodies bent, at a gait that was almost rapid enough to be called a run.
They were constantly raising their heads and peering over the bank, as
though watching something in the wood, which in this section was quite
open. All four were attired in the garb of hunters, and were evidently
men whose homes were in the great wilderness. They had embrowned faces,
and sinewy limbs, and the _personnel_ of the woodman--of the men who
hovered only upon the confines of civilization, rarely, if ever,
venturing within the crowded city or village. It is hardly necessary to
say that each carried his rifle and his hunting-knife.
Between the three foremost was a striking resemblance; it appeared
impossible that more than five years divided them in age. Two were
brothers, George and Lewis Dernor, while the third answered to the
_sobriquet_ of Dick--his real name being Richard Allmat. The fourth--he
who brought up the rear--possessed an individuality which must have
marked him in any situation. Barely more than five feet in height, and
with bowed legs, instead of owning a jovial temper, as one would have a
right to expect from his jolly-looking face, he was, in reality, a most
irascible fellow. Never known to express satisfaction at any
occurrence, gift or suggestion, he was constantly finding fault, and
threatening dire vengeance upon those who surrounded him. These threats
never being carried out, attracted little attention. "Tom" (as he was
called) was considered a privileged individual, and, in spite of his
disposition, was a favorite with those who knew him. This may seem
strange when we add that, in addition to his sour temper, the natural
defect of his legs prevented him from placing any dependence upon them.
At his best speed he was but an ordinary runner. A stranger well might
wonder that he should adopt a life where fleetness of foot was so
necessary--in fact, so almost indispensable. Tom O'Hara turned ranger
from pure love for the wild, adventurous life; and, despite the natural
defects to which we have referred, possessed accomplishments that
rendered him a most valuable ally and companion. He never had met his
superior with the rifle, and his knowledge of woodcraft was such that,
although he had spent ten years on the border, his slowness of foot had
never operated against him; nor once had he been outwitted by the
red-men of the woods. Besides this, he had the enviable reputation of
being a _lucky individual_--one whose rifle never missed fire, or sped
wide of its mark--one to whom no unfortunate accident over occurred; so
that, take him all in all, few hunters were safer in the wood than this
same Tom O'Hara.
These four were known as the _Riflemen of the Miami_, of whom Lewis
Dernor was the leader. Another member, then a long way off, will be
referred to hereafter.
"Quick, boys, and be careful that they don't see your heads,"
admonished Lewis, ducking his own and gesticulating to those behind
him. "_Sh!_ look quick! there they go!"
The four stretched their necks, glancing over the bank, out into a
small clearing in the wood.
"They'll cross that in a minute," whispered the first speaker. "Don't
raise your heads too high or you'll be seen."
"You don't appear to think nobody knows nothing but you," growled Tom,
with a savage look.
"_Quiet!_ There they go!"
One Indian strode into the clearing, followed by another, then by two
abreast, between whom a woman was walking, her head bent as if in
despair, with steps painful and labored. Behind these came three other
savages. They passed across the clearing--the whole seven, with their
captive like the moving figures in a panorama, and entered the wood
upon the opposite side.
"Every mother's son of them is in his war-paint," said Lewis--who, by
the way, divided his words with Tom, the other two rarely speaking
except when directly appealed to.
"Who said they wasn't?" demanded Tom. "And what difference does it
make? They've got somebody's gal there, hain't they? eh? Say. And
what's the odds whether they've daubed themselves up with their stuff
or not?"
"Well, what's the next move? To set up a yell and pitch after them?"
"None but a fool would want to do that."
"But don't you notice the bank gets so low down yonder that it won't
hide us, and we'll have to show ourselves?"
"It'll hide us as long as we want to be hid. Come, don't squat here, or
we'll let the rascals slip, after all."
Again the three moved down the bank, as rapidly, silently and
cautiously as spirits, ever and anon raising their heads as they gained
a glimpse of the Indians passing through the wood. The latter were
following a course parallel with the Miami, so that the relative
distance between the two parties remained nearly the same. It was
manifest to the hunters that the Indians intended crossing the river
with their captive at some point lower down, and were making toward
that point. It was further evident from the deliberation in their
movements, and from the fact that they were not proceeding in "Indian
file," that as yet they had no suspicion of being pursued, although
every one of their number knew of the existence of the Riflemen of the
Miami--that formidable confederation whose very name was a word of
terror even to their savage hearts. Entirely unsuspicious of the danger
which menaced them, every thing was in favor of the hunters.
For several hundred yards further, the two parties maintained their
relative distance, the Indians proceeding at a usual walk, and the
whites at a very irregular one--now running rapidly a few steps, and
then halting and gazing over the bank to ascertain the precise
whereabouts of their enemies; then skulking a few yards further, and
halting as before, remaining all the time nearly opposite the "braves."
Suddenly the latter came to a stand.
"Now for a confab," said Lewis, as his companions gathered about him.
"I wonder what they are going to jabber about?"
"What do you want to know for, eh?" asked Tom.
"It's pretty plain they're going to cross the river, but, confound it,
how can we tell where it's going to be done? I've told you that the
bank gets so low, just yonder, that it won't hide us any longer."
"Who wants it to hide us? They intend to cross the river _here_, and in
about ten minutes, too. Just watch their actions, if you can do it
without showing your head."
The Indians stood together, conversing upon some point about which
there seemed a variance of opinion. Their deep, guttural, ejaculatory
words were plainly audible to the hunters, and their gleaming, bedaubed
visages were seen in all their hideous repulsiveness. They gesticulated
continually, pointing behind them in the direction of their trail, and
across the river, over the heads of the crouching Riflemen, who were
watching every motion. Nothing would have been easier for the latter
than to have sent four of these savages into eternity without a
moment's warning; yet, nothing was further from their intentions, for,
of all things, this would have been the surest to defeat their chief
object. The captive would have been brained the instant the savages saw
they could not hold her. The great point was to surprise them so
suddenly and completely as to prevent this.
From the present appearance of matters, this seemed not very difficult
of accomplishment, as it was a foregone conclusion upon the part of the
hunters that the savages would endeavor to ford the river at the point
where they lay in ambush for them. It only remained for the Riflemen to
bide their time, and, at the proper moment, rush upon and scatter them,
and rescue the captive from their hands.
"I wonder whether they're going to talk all day," remarked Tom,
impatiently, after they had conversed some twenty or thirty minutes.
"They're in a dispute about something. It won't take them long to get
through with it."
"How do you know that, I should like to know? Like enough they'll talk
till dark, and keep us waiting. Confound 'em, what's the use?"
No one ventured to reply to Tom's sulky observation, and, after several
impatient exclamations, he added:
"The longer they talk the louder they get, which is a sure sign the
dispute is getting hotter, which is another sign it'll be considerable
time before they get through."
"I am sure we can wait as long as they can," said Dick, mildly.
"My heavens! who said we couldn't? Just hear 'em jabber!"
The conversation of the Indians had now become so earnest, that every
word spoken was distinctly heard by the Riflemen. The latter, from the
dress and actions of the savages, understood they had no chief with
them, but were merely seven warriors, who had been out on this
barbarous expedition, and were returning to their town with the booty
and the captive they had secured.
"They're talking in the Shawnee tongue," said Lewis. "Can't you
understand what they're driving at?"
"If you only keep your jaws shut a minute or two, I could; but if you
three fellers mean to talk all the time, I should like to know how I am
going to understand any thing they say. See whether you can keep quiet
a minute, just."
Tom's companions did as requested, while he bent his head forward, and
seemed to concentrate all his faculties into the one of listening. Upon
the part of the Riflemen all was still as death. After several minutes
of the acutest attention, Tom raised his head, and said, with a glowing
expression:
"They're talking about _us_."
"The deuce! what are they saying?"
"Don't you see they're pointing up the river and across it? Well, the
meaning of all that is, that they're wondering which way we'll come
from."
"What seems to be the general expectation?"
"The trouble is just there--the expectation is altogether too general.
Some think we're on their trail, others that we're following the other
side the river down, and waiting for the chance to let drive at 'em,
while one, at least, feels certain we're _coming up_ the stream to meet
'em."
"Is that their dispute?"
"A part of it, of course, but the trouble is--what to do. Some want to
strike off in the woods and take a roundabout way to reach home; but
the greatest number want to cross the stream at this point."
"They'll probably do it then."
"Of course they will--no; I'll be shot if they ain't going further into
the woods!" suddenly exclaimed Tom.
"They're going to start in a minute, too. Get ready, boys, for a
rush--it's all we can do."
"Hold still a minute," commanded Tom, excitedly.
Then dropping his rifle, he ran down to the river's edge, and picked up
several large pebbles, one of which he placed in his right hand as if
about to throw it.
"What are you going to do with that?" asked Dick.
"That's none of your business; you've only to wait and see. Just keep
your heads down now, if you don't want them knocked off."
Tom, drawing his hand back, struck it quickly against his thigh,
accomplishing what is generally termed "jerking" the stone. The latter
went circling high over the heads of the disputing Indians, and came
down upon the other side of them, cutting its way through the dry
leaves of the trees with a peculiar _zip-zip_, which was distinctly
heard by the Riflemen themselves.
The unusual sound could not fail instantly to attract the attention of
the Indians. They paused in their conversation, and turned their
alarmed gaze toward it, as if in expectation of some danger. With their
instinctive caution, they separated, and partially protecting
themselves behind the trees, prepared to receive what they supposed to
be their enemies. A noticeable fact did not escape the eyes of the
Riflemen. The captive, a weak, defenseless girl, was not allowed to
screen herself, as did her captors, but was compelled by them to stand
out in full view, as an additional safeguard against their bullets.
It was at this moment that Tom hurled the second stone over the heads
of the Indians, it descending with the same sharp, cutting sound, and
resolving their suspicions into a certainty that their white enemies
were indeed at hand. Lewis Dernor, now that the moment of action had
arrived, was as shrewd and far-sighted as either Tom or any of the
others. It was these very qualities, coolness and self-reliance in the
crisis of danger, that made him nominally the leader of the Riflemen of
the Miami. He saw the great advantage gained by O'Hara's artifice in
attracting the attention of the Indians to the point opposite to that
from which the peril threatened; but, at the same time, he well knew
that those same Shawnees were too well skilled in woodcraft to suffer
their gaze to be diverted for any length of time from the river-bank.
As matters now stood, the captive herself was the only one who was
looking in the direction of the latter, while her gaze was a mere
mechanical one, wandering hither and thither without resting for a
moment upon any particular object. Lewis felt that the all-important
point was to make her aware of the vicinity of friends. She being a
total stranger to them, and evidently with no hope of any immediate
rescue, made this a matter of considerable difficulty; but, without
hesitating a moment, Lewis suddenly arose to the upright position,
thereby exposing his head and shoulders, and beckoned to the girl to
approach him. The instant he had done this, he dropped on his face and
disappeared.
The attempt was only a partial success. At the moment of rising, the
gaze of the captive was toward a point further down-stream; but the
figure of the hunter, as it rose and sunk from view, was in her field
of vision and did not entirely escape her notice. The unusual
occurrence drew her look thither, making it certain that a second
attempt, could it be made, would succeed far better than the first. All
this Lewis comprehended, and as quick as possible repeated his movement
precisely as before.
This time the girl saw him and perfectly understood his meaning; but,
with a precipitancy that filled the hunters with the greatest alarm,
she started directly toward them, with outstretched arms, as if
imploring assistance. It was at this instant that Lewis discovered a
quickness of perception, coolness and promptness of action that was
absolutely wonderful. Looking out upon the exciting drama being enacted
before him, he saw with unerring certainty how far the girl could run
before being fired at by the savages. Waiting until she had gone the
distance, he raised his head and shoulders to view, and called out in a
voice of thunder:
"I say, gal, drop flat on your face and stay there."
The quickness with which this command was obeyed, and the almost
simultaneous crack of two rifles, might well have caused the belief
that she had fallen because shot through the heart; but such was not
the case. The command of Lewis broke upon her like a thunder-peal, and
as quick as a flash of lightning did she comprehend the fearfully
imminent peril in which she was placed. So marvelously close had been
the calculation of the hunter, that at the very instant she obeyed him,
the rifle of the nearest Indian was pointed full at her. This did not
escape the eagle eye of O'Hara, who, with the same coolness that
characterized the action of his leader, discharged his piece at the
bronzed head of the Shawnee, his aim scarcely occupying a second. The
bullet sped sure, striking the savage at the very moment his own weapon
was fired, and his death-yell mingled with the whistle of his own
harmless rifle-ball.
Even in this moment of terrible danger, the manner in which the Indians
shifted to the opposite side of the trees could but attract the notice
of the hunters. It was simultaneous on the part of all, and resembled
that of automata, moved by machinery. First, every copper-colored body
was exposed to full view; and the next minute six gleaming
rifle-barrels only showed where they had sheltered themselves from the
fire of the whites. They no longer doubted the point from which their
danger threatened, and a genuine strategic Indian fight now commenced.
Had the captive, who was now literally between two fires, done nothing
but merely fall upon her face, her situation could not have been
improved in the least thereby. But the nature of the ground near her
was such that, by lying perfectly motionless, the bullets of the
Shawnees could not strike her, unless they could gain a position nearer
to the hunters. As matters stood, she was safe only so long as her
captors could be kept from changing their places.
This was manifest to both the whites and the Indians; and while the
latter were now actuated by the desire to slay the girl, the efforts of
the former were turned toward her salvation. It was further evident
that the Shawnees were aware that they were now opposed to the Riflemen
of the Miami, and were nothing loth for a trial of skill. The loss of
one of their number was such a matter of course, that it operated only
as an incentive for exertion and skill upon their part.
A portion of the dress of the girl, as she lay upon the ground, could
be seen by several of the Indians, and they fired numerous shots at it.
Finding this accomplished nothing, they resorted to a far more
dangerous expedient--that of shooting away enough earth in front of her
to allow the free passage of one of their bullets to her body. It will
be seen that great skill was required to do this, but the expertness of
the Shawnee marksmen was equal to the task. They commenced their work
by sending a ball so as to strike the earth immediately before her, and
a few inches below the surface. The instant this was done, another
fired his bullet directly after, with such skill that it varied but the
fraction of an inch from following directly in its path. The force with
which these balls were discharged was such that the twelfth one would
most assuredly take the life of the girl.
None knew this better than Lewis Dernor, who, in the same trumpet-like
tone that had characterized his former command, called out:
"Young gal, clean away the dirt in front of you and hide yourself
better, or the imps will riddle you."
It required no more incentive to do this, and she used her hands with
such vigor that a few moments accomplished all she could wish. The
ground, being soft and moist, favored her, and when she dragged herself
a few feet forward, all of her dress disappeared from the view of the
Indians, and she was as safe from their bullets as if behind the
river-bank itself.
A few more shots convinced the Shawnees of this, and they now sent
several bullets whistling over the heads of the Riflemen as if to
remind them that they were to receive attention. So long as the members
of the two parties maintained their respective positions, this affray
could amount to nothing; accordingly, several of the savages made an
effort to change their posts in such a manner as to outflank the
whites. Despite the admirable skill with which this attempt was made,
the deadly rifle of George Dernor brought down a warrior as he flitted
from tree to tree. This, for the present, put a stop to the movement
and turned the efforts of the savages in another direction.
Two brawny Shawnees, convinced that nothing could be done against the
Riflemen, renewed their attempts to secure a shot at the girl, who all
this time lay as motionless as if dead. They commenced working their
way slowly but surely toward the river, while she, unconscious of the
murderous stratagem, patiently awaited the turn of affairs which would
free her from her terrible thralldom. Finally, an Indian, who was
squatted behind a tree, gained a view of a tuft of her hair and brought
his rifle to his shoulder. The sunlight that scintillated along the
barrel of his weapon made it resemble a burnished spear, poised in his
hand, while following it up to the stock, not only his crooked arm
which supported the gun, but his entire profile was visible. Forgetting
his own peril in his anxiety to slay the helpless girl, the Shawnee
leaned several inches further forward, thereby discovering one-half of
his shaven head. Ere he could draw it back, the whip-like crack of
another rifle broke the stillness, and he fell forward on his face,
pierced through and through the brain.
"I've a great notion to break your head for you!" exclaimed Tom, in an
excited whisper to Dick, for it was the latter who had fired the fatal
shot.
"Why, what's up now?"
"I'd just got that Shawnee sure when you picked him off. Don't you
serve me that trick again."
With this ebullition, Tom subsided, and turned his attention once more
toward their common enemy.
The shot of Dick really decided the affray. It convinced the Indians
that not only were they unable to shoot the girl or avenge themselves
upon the Riflemen, but the latter had so much the advantage of them,
that to prolong the contest would only be to insure their own
annihilation. Three of their number were already slain, and the
remaining four, from their respective positions, had not the shadow of
a chance to pick off any of the whites. What might naturally be
expected under the circumstances occurred. The savages commenced a
retreat, conducting it with such caution that the whites could not gain
another shot. The last seen of them was a shadowy glimpse in a distant
part of the wood, as the four fled, thereby doing only what the
Riflemen of the Miami had before compelled many a body of Indians to
do.
A few minutes later, Lewis rose up and said:
"This way, gal; there's none of the imps left."
The girl, timidly raising her head, glanced about her, and then, Lewis'
invitation being repeated, she arose and walked toward him, looking
furtively backward as though still fearful of her late captors.
"Bless your dear soul," said Lewis, warmly welcoming her, "you've had a
skeery time with them Shawnees, but you're safe for the present. You
may set that down as a question that needn't be argued."
"Oh! how can I thank you for rescuing me! I can never, never repay
you," said she, with streaming eyes.
"Who the deuce wants you to pay us?" asked Tom, gruffly.
"Come, come, Tom, see whether you can't be civil once, even if you've
got to be sick for it. Don't mind him, little gal; he loves you all the
more for what he said."
"I know he does, or he would never have risked his life to save a
stranger as he has just done."
Tom, from some cause or other, was obliged to gouge his eye several
times with his crooked finger. One might have suspected that they were
more moist than usual, had he not looked particularly savage at that
moment. Dick, who, by the merest accident, glanced in his face was
nearly startled off his feet by the irascible fellow shouting:
"What you looking at? Say! Can't a chap rub his eyes without your
gaping at him that way?"
Dick meekly removed his gaze, while Tom looked ferocious enough to
annihilate the whole party.
The girl, just rescued from the Shawnees, was a comely maiden. Though
attired in the homespun garb of the backwoods, she would have attracted
attention in any society. If not beautiful, she certainly was handsome,
being possessed of a countenance rich with expression, and a form of
perfect grace. Blue eyes, golden hair, a well-turned head, small nose
and a health-tinted complexion, were characteristics to arrest the eye
of the most ordinary observer. Even under disadvantageous circumstances
like the present, these were so striking that they could but make an
impression, and a skillful reader of human nature would have seen that
Lewis had been _touched_--that, in short, the leader of the Riflemen of
the Miami had reached the incipient stages of the passion of passions,
in the short interview to which we have referred. That he would rather
have been scalped than have been suspected of it by his companions, was
very true.
Taking the small hands which were confidingly placed in his own, he
said;
"Let us hear all about this scrape, my little one."
"My home is, or was until night before last, many miles from here. On
that evening, I was left alone by my dearest friend, who little dreamed
of the danger which hovered over our house. The Indians must have been
aware of his absence, for, before it was fairly dark, three of them
stalked in the door without saying a word, and led me away. They have
traveled constantly ever since, and I was almost wearied to death, when
you came up, and by the assistance of kind Heaven, saved me. How came
you to be so interested in a stranger?"
"As for that matter," replied Lewis, "it ain't the first time, my
little one, that _we've_ been interested in strangers. I might say
we've a particular interest in all the whites and reds of this region.
The Riflemen of the Miami----"
"Are you the men who are known by that name?" asked the girl, with a
glowing countenance.
"At your service," replied Lewis, with a modest blush.
"Indeed, I have heard of you, and have heard your name blessed again
and again by the settlers further east."
"Which certainly is pleasant to us. As I was going to say, we were
coming down the Miami, this morning, when we chanced to strike the
trail of these identical Indians. It was easy enough to see that it was
but a short time since they had gone along, and, as it was in our line,
of course we jogged on after them. The red imps were taking it coolly,
and in a couple of hours or so we got sight of them going down the
river. Well, we followed on after them till they made their halt out
here, when--well, you know the rest."
"Of course she does," said Tom, "so what's the use of talking? What's
the gal want to do? Go back to her friends, I s'pose?"
"If you could take me there, I could not express my thankfulness."
"Where is it you belong?"
The girl gave the name of a settlement nearly a hundred miles distant.
Lewis bent his head a moment, as if deliberating something, and then
said:
"We've got a job on our hands that _must be done_ this very night, and
it is going to be such a lively one that it won't do to have you in the
vicinity. Consequently, although there isn't one of us but what would
risk his life to take you back to your friends, it can't be done _just
now_."
"You will not leave me?" plead the girl.
"Leave you? that's something the _Riflemen_, I make bold to say, never
did yet. No; of course we'll not _leave_ you. I'll tell you the plan.
About five miles off from the river, lives old Caleb Smith and his two
big sons, all as clever and kind as so many babies. We've got to be
back at our rendezvous to-night, where the other member of our company
is to meet us; and on our way there, we'll leave you at Old Smith's and
return for you in a few days. Won't that be the best we can do, Tom?"
"S'pose so."
The girl herself expressed great satisfaction at this conclusion; and,
as it was getting well along in the day, the Riflemen set out with
their charge. In due time they reached "Old Smith's house," who was
well known to them, and who received them with the most hearty
cordiality. He gladly took charge of the rescued girl, promising that
she should be guarded as much as if his own child. Just as the shadows
of evening were closing over the wood, the Riflemen took their
departure.
Three days later they returned to fulfill their promise to the girl,
when old Smith told them that, fearing some unexpected occurrence had
detained them, he had sent his two sons to conduct her to her home.