THE RED-SKINS ATTEMPT TO ALARM US--SINGULARLY UNSUCCESSFUL--THE ENEMY AT
LENGTH COMMENCE THE ASSAULT--WE BRAVELY DEFEND OUR CAMP--SAM DISCOVERS
THAT THEY ARE PAWNEES AND DACOTAHS--HIS DEVICE TO SEPARATE THEIR
FORCES--DISCOVERS NOGGIN AMONG THEM DRESSED AS A CHIEF--THE ENEMY
RETIRE--SAM'S EXPEDITION TO RESCUE NOGGIN, WHICH I ACCOMPANY--OUR
SUCCESS--MR. AND MRS. NOGGIN--HIS MAGNIFICENT APPEARANCE AS AN INDIAN
CHIEF--WE PUSH ONWARDS AND AT LENGTH REACH THE CAMP OF OUR FRIENDS THE
RAGGETS.
The red-skins knew that we were on the watch for them, and as they were
not likely to take us by surprise, they thought that they could terrify
us by their shrieks and hullabaloos. They did not know what we were
made of, or they would not have wasted their breath in that way. Two of
our scouts came hurrying in, the other two had, we feared, been
surprised and scalped by our enemies. We all stood to our arms in dead
silence, waiting the expected attack. Our Indian allies wanted to reply
to the war-whoops of our foes, but we judged that as they outnumbered
us, we should be much more likely to awe them if we remained in perfect
silence. Again and again, several times, those unearthly shrieks broke
the silence of the night. I own that they were terror-inspiring, and I
was very glad each time when they ceased. It was nearly dawn when once
more that hideous war-whoop was heard, and instantaneously the snow-clad
ground before us was covered with the dark forms of our foes, streaming
out from the forest and climbing up the height towards us. The Raggets,
Sam Short, Pipestick, and I took the lead in directing the defence, and
we were soon joined by old Waggum-winne-beg, who got up, in spite of his
wounds and weakness, to give us his assistance.
It was evident that our enemies had been reinforced, though it was still
too dark to count them with anything like accuracy. Indeed I don't,
exaggerate when I say that our sight was not a little disturbed by the
showers of arrows which they sent among us. In spite of their numbers,
we rather astonished them with the warm reception provided for their
entertainment. Old Short was in his element; calling some ten of the
Kioways round him, he was here and there and on every side of the camp
at the same moment, firing very rapidly and never throwing a shot away.
He must have killed a dozen of our enemies in as many minutes. In about
twenty minutes they seemed to have had enough of it, and rushed back
under shelter as rapidly as they had come out of it. The dawn appeared.
The rising sun spread a ruddy glow over the field of snow already
stained with the blood of the slain. We thought that our enemies would
retire, but no. Without a moment's warning, on they rushed once more up
the height. This time our rifles told with more certain effect than
even before; not a shot was thrown away, and the redskins fell thickly
around us on every side.
"What are they about now? They seem to have some scheme in reserve," I
observed to Obed. Scarcely had I spoken when some who had retired again
came forth, accompanied by a stout, sturdy-looking warrior, who,
however, did not seem very anxious to advance. He held a rifle in his
hand, which he fired every now and then as he advanced; but he was very
long in loading it, and each time his bullet whistled above our heads.
His companions were too intent on the attack to observe this. Just then
we were joined by old Sam Short. I pointed out the warrior to him.
"Why!" he exclaimed, "those fellows are Pawnees, the very villains from
whom I escaped, and that seeming chief is no other than poor Noggin.
Tell your fellows not to hurt him, and I will have a talk with him
before long. If I can get him to draw off the Pawnees, we may easily
settle with the remainder of the Dacotahs, whom you have, I see, handled
pretty severely already." Saying this, the old hunter disappeared among
the tents, but speedily came back rigged out in the most fantastic
fashion, holding a long staff in his hand literally covered with rags
and tatters, which as he held it aloft streamed in the wind. We,
meantime, had been effectually keeping the enemy at bay. "I think this
will do for the nonce," he exclaimed; "give them one volley more, and
then let me see what I can do."
We followed his advice, and the moment we ceased firing, while the enemy
were still skipping about to avoid our shots, he rushed from among us,
crying out, "Noggin, old friend, tell your fellows that the mighty
medicine-man of all the Indians has come to get them out of a great
scrape, and that the sooner they take themselves away from this the
better."
The Indians, astonished at his sudden appearance, hung back, and no one
attempted to attack him, as I fully expected they would have done.
Noggin, on hearing the voice of his old friend, instantly called his
companions around him, we meantime taking care to reserve our fire for
our old enemies the Dacotahs. Presently we saw the Pawnees drawing off,
while the old hunter, indulging in all sorts of fantastic gestures, came
hurrying back to the camp, no one attempting to stop him. I asked him
why he had not brought his friend Noggin with him.
"Ah, he is an honest fellow," he answered. "He refused to come without
Mrs Noggin. The poor girl had trusted to him, had saved his life, and
he would not desert her. I honour him for it, but I do not despair of
seeing him and her yet. If he can induce her to come, he will bring her
as soon as he can make his escape from her tribe. He has no wish to
live the life of a red-skin for the remainder of his days. It is my
desire, and I think it will be his, to join my fortunes to yours. From
what I hear you are bound for California, and I should like to go and
try my luck in that country too. I may be of use to you, and you will
afford me that companionship which I begin to feel the want of in my old
age. I have no fancy again to run the risk of being scalped or roasted,
or having to lie down and die by myself like a worn-out old wolf, or
other wild beast in the desert."
The Raggets and I expressed our satisfaction at the thoughts of having
so experienced a hunter as our companion, and that matter was settled
off-hand. The Dacotahs had retired when they saw the Pawnees drawing
off. They probably tried to ascertain the cause of this desertion.
They made but one more very faint attack, and finding, as we supposed,
that their chance of success was less than ever, finally retired out of
sight into the wood. We could not restrain our Indian allies from
rushing out to scalp the slain, though we warned them against surprise,
and charged them not to touch the wounded; but I suspect they did not
much heed our words. They came back with fully thirty scalps, saying
that our bullets had made such sure work, that every one was killed
outright. As the day drew on, we were more and more convinced that our
enemies had had enough of it. We sent out our scouts, who felt their
way cautiously, following their trails. The chief body of the Dacotahs
had gone off to the north and east, while the Pawnees had taken the
direction of the north-west. The latter had retired with deliberation
and order, while the former had made a hurried retreat. A little later
in the day a scout came in, saving that the Pawnees had halted about
five miles off.
"Then I know the reason why," observed Short. "Noggin has persuaded
them to halt, and, depend on it, he will try to escape with his wife.
If some of you would aid me, I should like to go and meet him, to help
him along."
Obed and I and John Pipestick agreed to accompany him, with four of our
Indian allies. As soon as it was dusk we set off on our expedition. We
crept cautiously along from the very fist in Indian file, the scout who
had discovered the trail leading, and Short going next. Indeed, the man
who wishes to keep the scalp on his head cannot be too cautious when in
the Indian country, and with enemies in the neighbourhood. Not a word
was spoken, scarcely a sound was heard, while we kept our rifles
trailing by our sides, ready for use at a moment's notice. We could not
tell, of course, whether the Dacotahs or Pawnees might not have taken it
into their heads to come back and attack us, or, at all events, might
not have left some scouts to watch our proceedings. We went on thus,
till the sounds of drums beating, bones rattling, keeping time to the
voices of human beings, creating a most unpleasant sort of music, warned
us that we were in the neighbourhood of the Pawnee camp. It was
difficult to say when Noggin might take the opportunity of slipping
away. It might be at once, while all the noise was going forward, or it
might not be till the inhabitants of the camp were asleep. So we all
sat down and watched in silence.
It was agreed that Short should go forward and meet his friend, so as
not to alarm him. I must own that I had fallen asleep, and was dreaming
of old England and my comfortable arm-chair, when I was awoke by finding
my companions rising and beginning to move on at a rapid rate--I was so
sleepy that I could not tell where. On we went, no one speaking,
following each other as before, so I judged that it would be wise not to
speak either.
It was still very dark, all I could do was to see the person immediately
preceding me. On, on, we went: at last we began to go up hill, and I
found that we were approaching our own camp. The light of our fires was
shining brightly from it. Obed answered with a cheerful voice to the
challenge of our sentinels, and as we entered our stockade I found, for
the first time, that our party was increased by two persons. One was
habited in the full costume of a red-skin chief, and a big
commanding-looking fellow he was; the other was an Indian squaw; she was
a fine but modest girl, and she seemed to shrink back with true feminine
timidity from the gaze of so many strangers. To my surprise I found
that the handsome chief, who decidedly would have created a great
sensation in any London drawing-room, and, perhaps, have won the hearts
of half a dozen young ladies, and persuaded them to settle down as the
mistress of his faithful retainers in his extensive territories in the
Far West, was no other than Tom Noggin, whose adventures I had just been
hearing. I do not know what sort of an orator Tom might have made as an
Indian, his English vernacular was not of the choicest.
"I wish some-on you chaps would get this young woman of mine stowed away
with some of her own kind among the Indians, they'll know her, and
comfort her a bit, poor thing," quoth Tom. The words and tone were
really kind and kindly meant, but they sounded odd as coming from the
lips of a full-fledged red-skin warrior. Noggin at once fell into old
Short's plan, and having all laid down to take some rest, we packed up
our traps and were once more on the move. We accompanied the
kind-hearted Ottoes three days further on their road till they
considered themselves out of the reach of their enemies. Had I pressed
John Pipestick I believe he would have brought his wives and joined our
party, but I did not altogether admire the young gentleman's notions on
things in general, so I kept silent on the matter. I had an
affectionate parting from old Waggum-winne-beg, who once more pressed
his beautiful Firefly on me; but my heart was proof against even her
brilliant attractions. The young lady pouted a little when I wished her
good-bye, and, I have no doubt, thought me a man of very bad taste.
Once more our course was turned towards the West. With a good supply of
ammunition, little baggage, and forming as we did a band of practised
hunters and backwoodsmen, together with a body of faithful allies, we
had no fear as to the result of an attack which any Indians might
venture to make on us, provided we exercised all necessary precaution in
our advance.
More than once we were aware that Indians were on our trail, or hovering
round our camp; but when they ascertained the state of preparation we
were in, being assured that they would have to buy victory, if they got
it at all, at a very dear rate, they thought it wiser not to attack us.
We expected to have been pursued by the Pawnees, but for some reason or
other they did not seem to wish to get back Noggin or his wife. They
followed us, however, and ten days afterwards two of them made their
appearance in our camp. We watched them narrowly, for they are thievish
fellows, and would have stolen anything they could have laid hands on.
They came, they said, to bring a message from their chief to his
daughter, which, as far as we could make out, was equivalent to his
blessing; telling her at the same time that as she had chosen to marry a
white man, she must follow his fortunes for the future, and not look to
the red men for support. The young lady replied that she was perfectly
contented with her choice, and had no intention of going home again.
Short all the time kept out of sight of the Pawnees, for he thought his
appearance would not fail to enrage them he advised us, however, to
follow theirs trail as they went away, to ascertain in what direction
they were going, and to assure ourselves that they were not plotting
some piece of treachery. We found, however, that they went right away
to the north-east, and were not likely to trouble us any more. We
travelled steadily on, making good twenty miles a day at least.
The instant we arrived at a wood or other fit place for camping, some
collected wood and lighted fires, others tore down strips of bark and
branches of trees to form wigwams, while the sportsmen ranged round to
look out for game, and the scouts explored the neighbourhood to
ascertain that no enemies were lurking near. Mrs Noggin made herself
very useful in cooking our provisions, and her husband and Short helped
her. The latter had not yet recovered from his long run and the
exertions he had made to free himself, and it seemed wonderful that he
should be able to support the fatigue of travelling as well as he did.
Altogether, we led a very pleasant life; but I was not sorry, I own, to
see in the distance the stockade in which my old friends the Raggets,
and two or three other families who had associated themselves with them,
had passed the winter. We arrived just in time before the frost broke
up. After that, till the warm dry weather began, travelling would have
been very difficult. Our friends were very glad to see us all back
again safe, and gave a hearty welcome to old Short and to Noggin and his
wife. They were not people to turn up their noses at a red-skin. With
all due respect to my white friends, Mrs Noggin appeared to great
advantage alongside them. She was a very well-mannered, amiable, kind,
sweet young woman, and though some of her ways were not just quite what
a refined Englishman would admire, I do not think friend Noggin objected
to them, and they seemed as happy as possible.
We had altogether not an unpleasant time in the stockade, and we had
plenty of work in repairing the wagons and tents, and in making other
preparations for our further progress through the wild passes of the
Snowy Mountains. The travelling, barring the attacks from the
red-skins, had hitherto been easy; we were now to enter on a region wild
and rugged in the extreme, where we should have to encounter dangers
innumerable from grizzly bears, avalanches, mountain torrents, and steep
precipices, added to those we had already gone through. However, their
contemplation in no way daunted any of our party. From old Mr Ragget's
forethought and judgment, he had amply supplied his camp with provisions
before the winter set in, and the same qualities he was now exerting in
making preparations for our journey. We thus avoided many of the
disasters and miseries from which so many parties of emigrants suffered
proceeding over the same route in following years.