The watched one halts――A light to the north-east――The Stonies find
their mistake――Distant thunder――A light in the dark――The fire
wind――_Sauve qui peut_――How the fire was lighted――We ride across the
fire field――Enemies in sight――A dilemma――Between friend and foe――The
scout throws in his lot with us――We ride to the rescue.
I must leave our little group round the camp fire, anxiously awaiting
the arrival of the absent one, and carry my readers away to follow the
fortunes of Red Cloud, whom we left far out upon the plains, under the
vision, at a long distance, of the watchful eyes of many Assineboine
enemies.
About the mid-day hour he halted by the edge of a small pool of
brackish water, let his horses crop the short grass, and lay down
himself as though he fully intended to camp upon the spot for the
remainder of the day and the ensuing night. He well knew that all his
movements were now under the closest observation from the distant line
of hills, and each move he made was the result of much forethought; bit
by bit the entire line he was pursuing, had been thought out during the
previous night as he sat watching our camp in the aspen thicket. And
this curious course which he had held to-day, as well as the lines
upon which he had directed us to travel, were alike the result of
careful plans long considered in every detail.
The Assineboines who watched his progress had, in fact, planned an
expedition to intercept his further course, when suddenly they observed
him halt, and camp upon the open plain. His capture now appeared to
them to be certain; they had only to wait for nightfall, and then make
a dash from the hills upon him, carry off the horses, and, if he was an
enemy, take his scalp.
They therefore, watched with impatience the decline of day, and as soon
as the first shades of twilight were thrown across the prairie they
were riding hard for the spot where the last gleam of light had shown
them the solitary traveller camped in fancied security.
But no sooner had these first shades fallen, than the seemingly
unsuspecting traveller had sprung to his feet and made a rapid movement
towards departure. As he jumped into his saddle a faint speck of light
began to glow far off towards the north-east; soon it was seen to burn
into a steady flame. Full upon the beacon Red Cloud held his way. It
was his object to make as much distance as possible while the little
ray of light still burned, so he galloped hard over the level ground.
All at once it disappeared as suddenly as it had arisen, but the line
it had given him he had marked by a star in the north-east heavens, and
he kept on with unfaltering pace.
Anticipating every move of his enemies, he felt assured they would
leave the hills as soon as twilight promised cover to their approach.
If he had allowed the fire to be continued in our camp, the Assineboines
could not fail to see it when they reached the neighbourhood of his
resting-place in the plains; but he had calculated all things exactly,
and when about an hour after nightfall they sought in vain for trace of
man or horse upon the very ground where, during the daylight, they had,
as they thought, marked their prey, nothing save the dim blank of the
prairie wrapped in darkness met their eyes, and no sound came to their
listening ears save the long sigh of the night-wind through the dry
grass of the plains.
Then all at once it flashed upon them. It was Red Cloud, the Sioux,
whom they had watched all day upon the prairie; he had placed himself
thus as a decoy to distract their attention from the camp where lay the
sick Cree and the horses. While they had been watching this solitary
Indian, doubtless the others had slipped away to some distant place of
meeting, and the much-coveted prize of horses and scalp were lost to
them for ever.
But men who have set their hearts upon gaining something which they
eagerly long to obtain do not easily relinquish all hope of success.
After a short consultation the Assineboines determined to return to
their camp, and early on the morrow to set out on a vigorous pursuit
of the fugitives, who, they reasoned, encumbered by stores and a
wounded comrade, would be able only to move slowly along. At the Sioux
camp it would be easy to strike the trail, and a couple of days’ riding
would place them upon the skirts of the party again.
Arguing thus amongst themselves, and feeling that the much-coveted
prize might still be theirs, the Assineboines returned to their camp.
The rage of the trader McDermott knew no bounds when he heard the
result of the stratagem by which the Sioux had eluded his enemies.
Never had such a chance been given him of freeing himself for ever from
the terror of his life――never had chance been so utterly and foolishly
thrown away. Bitterly he reviled the Assineboines for their want of
sagacity in thus letting slip a prize almost within their grasp.
“I gave ye,” he said, “a chance of becoming at one stroke chiefs among
your tribe. Ye have lost that chance; but your enemies can’t be far
away. To-morrow, if ye set out at daybreak, and do not rest until ye
have overtaken them, ye will yet return to your people as big Indians.”
But meantime a fresh cause for anxiety arose amongst the Assineboines.
Their comrade who had gone out in the morning to spy the camp had not
returned. Some mishap must surely have befallen him; and yet it seemed
difficult to imagine how he could have suffered harm at the hands of
a wounded Cree and a couple of young white men. The morning would,
perhaps, bring him forth safe and sound.
While thus around the camp-fire of the Assineboine war-party various
surmises were afloat, and different plans were being formed for
reversing on the morrow the mishaps of the day just passed, there
was heard a low, distant noise――a sound seemingly far away in the
night――that caused the Indians to spring suddenly to their feet, and
gaze anxiously out into the darkness. And then they beheld a sight
which the glare of their own fire had hitherto concealed from them. It
was a lurid glow which overspread the entire northern heaven. Against
this red light the trees and thickets of the nearer hills showed black
and distinct. A fresh breeze was blowing from the north, and on its
wings came the low roar of flame――that terrible noise which, when
echoed in the full volume of a prairie fire, is one of the most awful
sounds the human ear can listen to. And now, as the Assineboines looked
and listened, the roar grew each moment louder, the glare spread into
broader sheets of light across the north. For behind the fire there was
rising the well known fire-wind, which came to fan into furnace flame
the devouring element, and to hurl it in more furious bounds along the
quivering earth.
Borne on this hot blast, the roar of the many-tongued flame came louder
than the waves against the rocks in winter tempest. Within the vast
volume of sound could be distinguished the sharper crackle of the
dry trees as the tide of fire reached some thickets, and at a single
bound swept through them, from end to end, shooting out great tongues
of flame high into the heavens, and sending others to leap madly on
towards the south in strides that mocked the speed even of wild birds
to escape before them.
A glance had been sufficient to tell the Assineboines of their danger.
Wildly they rushed for their horses, and strove to get together their
arms. Many of the horses had been only lately turned adrift, and these
were easily caught; but the animals belonging to the trader were
further away, and his pack-saddles, containing his provisions and
several articles of trade――gunpowder, lead, flour, tea, sugar, and a
small bale of blankets――lay on the ground near the camp. Amidst the
dire confusion of the scene, while the Indians ran hither and thither,
and the horses, already frightened at the roar of the approaching fire,
began to snort in terror, the wretched trader might have been seen
rushing frantically amid his packs, shouting orders that were unheeded,
and vainly trying to get his goods together.
His Indian and half-breed attendants meantime rushed to the spot where
the horses had been left, and managing to secure the five, came riding
back in all haste with them to the camp. But the confusion and terror
of all concerned had now reached the wildest pitch. In the great glare
of the approaching fire faces and figures were plainly visible. Each
man seemed only to think about his own safety, and all were so busy at
their own work that they had no time to think of another’s. One by one
they began to get away from the scene, all taking the direction of the
plains, and soon only the trader and his two attendants remained in the
camp. By dint of great exertions the saddles were placed upon three of
the horses; but it was impossible to get the heavier packs on to the
animals.
The near approach of the fire, and the multitude of sparks that already
filled the air around where they stood, caused the horses to kick and
plunge violently, and it soon became apparent that a longer delay would
only engulf the entire party in ruin. A last hope seemed to seize
McDermott. There was a small pond of water near the camp; into this he
would put his goods. Much would be hopelessly spoiled; but many of the
articles would sustain but little damage, and he would return again
to succour them. Hastily acting upon this idea he carried the packs
into the pond, and laid them in about two feet of water, not far from
the shore. The half-breed helped him with the work. The Salteaux stood
ready with the horses. Then the trader sprang into the saddle, and all
three rode wildly from the scene. It was a close shave. As they cleared
the hills the tongues of flame were licking the air above their heads.
The fragments of fire were falling in showers around them. Once out in
the plain they were safe; the grass was short and crisp, and the flames
could make only a slow progress upon it.
When the trader and his two companions were safe beyond the range of
the fire, they looked around on every side for their late friends; but
no trace could be seen of man or beast. The great mass of flame made
visible a wide circle of prairie; beyond that circle all was profound
darkness.
They rode on farther into the gloom. The circle of light began to
decrease in area as they got farther away from the blazing hills. Still
there was no sign of life. Their companions had evidently deserted them.
McDermott determined to encamp where he was, and to trust to daylight
to show him his friends or restore to him at least some portion of his
lost goods. The Assineboines had indeed acted in a cowardly manner.
They had ridden straight away into the plains to a spot many miles
distant. A sudden panic appeared to have possessed them. Abandoning
the trader to his fate, they had retired to concoct amongst themselves
fresh plans for the future.
Leaving McDermott, gloomily watching from his bleak bivouac the raging
fire as it flew along its course to the south, we must come back to our
camp, where sat the Cree, Donogh, the Assineboine prisoner, and his
capturers, by the fire in the Wolverine hills.
The Cree and his prisoner had just finished their meal of dry meat
and tea――the latter a luxury which Donogh gave them as a great treat,
making no distinction between his ally the Cree and his captive
the Assineboine――when from the hill close by there sounded the low
plaintive cry of a wolf.
I recognized instantly my friend’s signal, and made answer in the
fashion the Sioux had taught me. Then Red Cloud came riding up into the
circle of light which surrounded the camp-fire, and safe after a long
and adventurous day our little prairie party stood once more united.
The Sioux did not lose time, however, in asking questions or in
listening to the recital of the day’s work. There was still much to be
done ere it was time to sit down and eat or rest. The questions and
answers would keep.
Bidding me follow him, and telling Donogh and the Cree to keep watch,
with his gun at the “ready,” over the prisoner, whose legs were still
firmly fastened together, he walked straight from the camp into the
dark hills towards the south.
Walking close behind him in his footsteps, I waited anxiously to know
what this new movement portended. I had not long, however, to wait.
Some little distance to the south of the camp a chain of lakelets,
partly joined together by swamps, ran through the hills from east to
west. Passing over one of the causeways of hard, dry ground which lay
at intervals through this chain, and going round a small lake until he
had reached the farther side of the water, the Sioux stopped and turned
to me.
“Now,” he said, “I am going to fire the grass along the edge of this
water. The wind blows strongly from the north――it will blow stronger
when this grass is on fire. Standing in the wet reeds you will be
perfectly safe from the flames; they will quickly burn away from you.
I will fire the grass in many places along this line. I want you to do
the same to the east while I do it to the west. The flames will not
burn back towards the north in the face of this wind, and across these
wet swamps, but to the south! Ah! there you will see such a blaze as
you never before saw in your life!”
[Illustration: Firing the prairie grass.]
So saying, he struck a match and applied it to the dry and withered
grass. For an instant it flickered low amid the blades and stems; then
it caught fully. A sudden gust of north wind smote it and drove it down
amid the roots of the grass, and then it rushed wildly away up the
inclined plane which rose from the water and spread out to either side
in widening circles of vivid fire.
The Sioux tore some dry grass from the ground, held it in the blaze,
and then ran quickly along, touching the grass as he went, and leaving
behind him a trail of fire. On the other side I did the same. Wider
grew the void――faster down the wind sped the rushing flame. In a
very short time an immense band of fire lay across the hills――a band
that moved to the south with a pace that momentarily grew more rapid――a
roar that increased in volume every instant, until, in a great surge of
flame, fanned by the full strength of the fire-wind, the torrent fled
southward over hill and valley towards the camp of the Assineboines.
Half an hour later we met again in the camp, and as the roar of the
fire grew fainter in the hills we sat together over our supper, and had
full time to talk of the adventures of the day.
Before daybreak next morning a thick rain began to fall. The Sioux
roused me, and told me that he intended to reconnoitre the site of the
Assineboine camp, to which he would make the prisoner lead the way. He
explained to the captive that his people had of necessity fled from the
fire; that he did not desire to be brought into contact with them, but
that he wished to see the line of their retreat. He also explained to
the prisoner, that while he had no intention of taking his life in cold
blood, yet that nevertheless any attempt at escape, or any appearance
of treachery, would at once lead to his (the prisoner’s) being shot.
Donogh and the Cree were left in the camp, and as they were fully armed
there was no danger to apprehend from attack.
The ground lying south of the chain of marshes was now one vast black
waste. It would have been impossible to have ridden over it if the
rain had not extinguished the glowing ashes at the roots of the burnt
grass and cooled the surface of the ground. Here and there a thicket
still smoked, or the trunk of a fallen tree smouldered in the morning
air; but the rain had blotted out all signs of fire save the blackened
earth, which, under the influence of the damp, made the entire
landscape appear as if it had been overspread with ink.
Guided by the Assineboine, who was securely tied in his saddle, and
whose left arm was firmly fastened to his side, we drew nigh to the
site of the abandoned camp. As we gained the summit of a hill which
commanded a view of the place from the north side, the Sioux, who led
the way with the prisoner at his side, pulled in his horse abruptly,
and motioned me to hold back; for there, by the edge of a small pond
at the foot of the hill were three dark figures, and some spare horses
on the darker ground. A glance had sufficed to show the Sioux that one
of these figures was a white man; making a significant gesture to the
prisoner, he whispered for a moment into his ear. A dark shadow crossed
the face of the Sioux as he listened to his captive’s reply. Here,
within four hundred yards of him, stood his hated enemy, the man whose
life he sought, the murderer of his father. And yet it was not thus he
had longed to meet him. For the two men who were with his enemy he
cared little. A sudden attack upon the three he would not have shrunk
from, even though the odds would have been desperate; but how could
he involve another in such a struggle? and what should he do with the
Assineboine prisoner, who at the first symptom of attack would turn
against his captors?
Rapidly he had taken in all these things; but for a moment he was
unable to frame his course amid so many conflicting thoughts. Soon,
however, his mind appeared made up, and he began to retrace his
steps in the direction from which we had come. When we had gained a
sufficient distance from the scene he again halted, and spoke to me.
“There are some people in front whom it will be better that I should
examine alone. Return with the prisoner to our camp; if I fail to
rejoin you there before sunset, you may know that I have ceased to
live. My horses and all I possess will then be yours. I am sorry that I
should be forced to leave you thus; but you will not be worse off than
when we met one week ago.”
Then taking my hand, he shook it in silence, and turned back towards
the ridge from whence he had seen the strange figures.
I was dumb with astonishment. What was the meaning of this strange
conduct on his part? I tried in vain for an explanation. I remembered
that the Assineboine had spoken to the Sioux, and that it was the
information he had given which had first caused the change in my
friend’s plan. Instinctively I now looked towards my prisoner in the
hope of finding an explanation of the mystery. The prisoner met my look
with an expression of face that seemed to say, “I know what you are
thinking of; but I cannot speak your tongue.”
The Indian is, however, an adept in the art of communicating his
thoughts by sign and gesture. There are few incidents of life on the
plains that he cannot portray by the motion of his hands, the attitudes
of his body, or the expression of his features. There is in fact a
universal sign language common to all the various tribes over the
vast wilderness, and when Sioux meets in peace Arrapahoe, or Crow and
Blackfoot come together, they are able by means of their sign language,
to exchange with each other all news of war, chase, or adventure,
though no spoken word will have passed between them.
As the Assineboine now looked me full in the face, he began by instinct
to express his meaning by signs. He placed his head resting on one
side with his eyes closed, to indicate a camp or resting-place; then
he pointed to himself, and held up the fingers of one hand twice, to
show that it was the camp of his friends the Assineboines that he
meant; then he touched me on the cheek and held up one finger, at the
same time pointing in the direction of the ridge which they had just
quitted, and moving his hand in the form of a circle, to show that
he wished to carry his companion in thought beyond the circle of that
ridge. Again he pointed to my face and repeatedly held up one finger.
This was easily understood, it meant a white man; and following this
clue I arrived at the fact that in the camp of the Assineboines there
had been a white man. That was enough for me; my friend guessed, and
guessed quickly, the rest. The white man was the trader McDermott. One
of the three men seen by the Sioux from the ridge-top was the enemy he
had so long sought for, and now he had gone back to risk his life in a
desperate and unequal struggle with this inveterate foe.
[Illustration: The white man was the trader McDermott.]
I looked towards the ridge, and noticed that the figure of the Sioux
was no longer visible upon its black surface. He was evidently
following the valley, to gain some point from which he might make a
closer onslaught upon the party.
I had small time left for reflection; but when a man keeps one great
object steadily in view, it is ever an easy matter to decide upon the
general outline of the course he has to follow; that great object in
this case was to help my friend――to save him, if possible, in the
desperate venture in which he was about to engage. I could not accept
quietly the part which in this instance the Sioux would have assigned
to me. Friendship is no limited liability, and in the peril of the work
we had undertaken it should be all and all alike. The presence of the
Assineboine was, however, a fact not to be overlooked in the affair.
It would have been an easy matter to have rid myself of this prisoner,
and then galloped direct to the assistance of my friend; but I could
not entertain such a thought for a second. Life taken in fair fight had
little terror for me; but not even the safety of my friend’s life, or
of my own, could induce me to slay in cold blood a fellow-creature.
One sign I made to the Assineboine. Holding up two fingers, I pointed
to the Assineboine and then motioned with my hand across the ridge. The
question was understood, and the prisoner shook his head in reply――the
other two men whom we had seen were not Assineboines. That was all I
wanted to know. In an instant I had severed the cords which bound the
prisoner in his saddle, and had cut free his left arm from its binding;
then I motioned with my hand that he was free to go whither he pleased.
Since the prisoner’s capture many things had caused him unutterable
astonishment. His life had been spared, he had been well fed; his leg,
which had sustained only a trifling injury from his encounter with
the dog, had been carefully looked after by the man who had taken him
prisoner; and here now, when he could fully read in that white man’s
face the reasons why he (that white man) might have taken his life in
order to be free to assist his comrade, liberty was given to him, and
he was told to go which way he might select.
He was a bold and adventurous Indian, this Assineboine――perhaps of his
party the best and bravest. Still he would not have scrupled at any
moment, had occasion offered, to make an effort for his freedom at
the expense of the lives of those around him; but now, the generous
act of the white man struck him in a totally new light, and he sat on
his horse unable to shape a distinct line of action amidst the many
conflicting thoughts that thronged his brain.
There had existed, in days when his people, the Assineboines, were
one of the most formidable tribes on the northern prairies――when
Teltacka, or the Left-handed, ruled from the Souri to the South
Saskatchewan――there had been, he knew, a custom in the tribe for young
men to show unexpected clemency to a vanquished foe; but never had he
heard, amid the stories told over the camp fire of deeds of bygone
battle or of ancient prowess, such an example of generosity and courage
as that now before him. As a boy he had heard his father tell how once,
in a battle with the Gros Ventres near the Knife river, he had spared
the life of a young man whose horse had plunged into a snow-drift,
leaving its rider completely at his mercy, and how years after the same
Gros Ventre had repaid the gift by saving his former benefactor from
the fury of the victors, when the might of the Assineboines was crushed
by the same band on the banks of the Missouri. These things now all
flashed through the mind of the Assineboine, in a tenth of the time it
has taken me to put into words the scene in which he found himself
suddenly set at liberty, and free to follow what course he pleased.
I did not wait to see what my late prisoner would decide upon, but
turning my horse quickly from the spot I rode in the direction of the
place where the Sioux had been last seen. I had not gone very far
before I was aware that my late prisoner was following in my wake. An
idea of treachery at once crossed my mind; but looking back I saw the
Assineboine making signs of friendship. I pulled up and awaited his
approach. As he came up he pointed to his defenceless state; then to
the bow and arrows which I had taken on the previous day, and which
I still carried slung over my shoulder; then the Assineboine’s arm
was directed towards the ridge, and placing his hands in the attitude
of those of a man drawing an arrow to full stretch at the moment of
firing, he indicated plainly enough his meaning. He would help in the
coming struggle if he had arms to do so. I handed him his bow and
quiver, and then we two, so lately captor and captive, rode forward as
comrades to the fight.