THE DEATH-SHADOW OF THE MIAMIS
It was after midnight when I finally ceased my labors, feeling I had
performed my fair share of the hard work of preparation. By this time
everything was comparatively quiet within the stockade enclosure; the
wagons were piled with all that could be loaded before morning, and
many of the wearied soldiers had flung themselves upon the ground to
snatch what rest they might before the early call to march. The women
and children had disappeared, to seek such comfort as was possible amid
the ruins of their former quarters; and only the sentries remained
alert, pacing their solemn rounds on the narrow walk overlooking the
palisades and the silent plain without.
Physically wearied as I was, my mind remained intensely active, and I
felt no desire for sleep. I do not recall that I gave much thought to
the perils of our situation. One grows careless and indifferent to
danger,--and in truth I looked forward to no serious trouble with the
Indians upon the morrow's march through the sand-dunes; not that I
greatly trusted to those reluctant pledges wrung from the chiefs, but
because I felt that if properly handled in that open country our force
was of sufficient fighting strength to repel any ordinary attack from
ill-armed savages, my long border experience rendering me a bit
disdainful of Indian courage and resourcefulness. So it was that my
restless mind dwelt rather upon other matters more directly personal.
I could not put away the thought of the half-seen girl flitting about
amid the dusk of the Pottawattomie camp, especially as Captain Heald
had declared her to be Elsa Matherson. I was surprised to discover
that she I sought, instead of being a mere child, was a woman grown;
for in this we were all deceived by the words of her father. What did
she there, passing with such apparent freedom from restraint among
those fierce warriors? and how was I ever to reach her with any hope of
rescue, even if she desired it? There was evidently a mystery here
which I could never solve through idle musing; and yet I could but ask
myself where lay my graver duty,--beside this single woman, who
seemingly needed no defender, or with the many helpless ones who must
march forth on the morrow on that long and dangerous passage through
the wilderness? Indeed, what hope could I cherish of aiding the young
girl, if I now deserted these others, and endeavored alone to penetrate
that Indian camp in search of her?
Then came another thought. It was of Mademoiselle.
It was this that effectually halted me. To whomsoever else she might
have given her heart, she was still the one for whom I was most glad
either to live or die; and in spite of De Croix, I would ride at her
side on the morrow, within striking distance of any prowling hostile.
Let the Matherson girl wait; my arm belonged first of all to the
defence of Mademoiselle.
Busied with these thoughts, and endeavoring to adjust this decision
with my conscience, I passed out upon the platform, that I might look
forth once more upon the moonlit waters of the lake. There were a few
dim figures to be seen, leaning over the logs; but I supposed them to
be members of the night-guard, and, feeling no desire for
companionship, I halted in a lonely spot at the northeastern corner of
the stockade. How desolate, how solemnly impressive, was the scene!
To the north all was black in the dense night, the shadows of the
scattering trees obscuring the faint glow of the moon and yielding
little of detail to the searching eye. Even the single ray of light
which the evening previous had blazed forth as a friendly beacon from
the Kinzie home, was now absent. I could vaguely distinguish the dim
outlines of the deserted house in the distance, and noticed a large
boat moored close to the bank beneath the Fort stockade,--doubtless the
one in which the fugitives expected to venture out upon the lake on the
morrow.
It was the wide stretch of water, gleaming like silver, that fascinated
me, as it always did in its numberless changing moods. What
unutterable loneliness spoke to the soul in those unknown leagues of
tossing sea! how far the eye wandered unchecked, searching vainly for
aught to rest upon other than glistening surge or darkling hollow! The
mystery of the ages lay unexpressed in those tossing billows, sweeping
in out of the black east, making low moan to the unsympathetic and
unheeding sky. Deeper and deeper the spirit of unrest, of doubt, of
brooding discontent, weighed down upon me as I gazed; life seemed as
aimless as that constant turmoil yonder, a mere silver-tinted heaving,
destined to burst in useless power on a shore of rock, and then roll
back again into the mighty deep.
I leaned over the palisades, sunk deep in revery of home, recalling one
by one the strange incidents of the last month that had so curiously
conspired to cause a total upheaval of my life; and for the moment I
grew oblivious of my surroundings. A mere lad, knowing little of
himself and less of life, had ridden westward from the Maumee; a man,
in thought and character, leaned now over that beleaguered stockade of
Dearborn.
I was recalled to actualities by a light touch on the sleeve of my
shirt, and a half-laughing, half-petulant voice at my elbow.
"Well, Master Laggard! do I not show you great honor in thus seeking
you out, after your avoidance of me all these hours?"
I glanced aside into the fair face and questioning eyes, noting at the
same time that De Croix stood only a step beyond her in the shadows.
"I have been very busy, Mademoiselle," I tried to explain; "it has been
a time when every strong hand was needed."
"Fudge!" was the indignant rejoinder. "Did I not perceive you
loitering more than once to-night,--though each time I drew near,
hopeful of a word of greeting, it was to behold you disappear as if by
magic? Do I flatter you by thus showing my interest? Yet 't was only
that I might have explanation, that I sought you thus. Come, confess
that you feared my just resentment for going forth on so perilous a
trip without telling me of your plans."
"'T was not altogether that," I answered, for dissembling was never an
easy task for me, "as I only did what I believed would most please you.
Nor have I anything to regret in my action, now that we have thus
gained the pledge of the Pottawattomies for protection upon the march."
She watched me closely as I spoke, and I wondered if she realized ever
so dimly the impulse of loving service that had inspired my deed.
Whether 't was so or not, her whole mood quickly changed.
"I must admit you are a constant puzzle to me, John Wayland,--yet
rather an interesting one withal. For instance, here is Josette, who
did assure me but an hour ago that your very name was unknown to her,
although, if memory serves, you asserted only yesterday that you were
seeking her from the Maumee country. Perhaps, sir, you can explain the
contradiction?"
"It was not altogether as you have stated it, Mademoiselle," I
stammered, confused by the directness of her attack. "I said nothing
of knowing this Josette, and you have deceived yourself in the matter.
I came here seeking a young girl, 't is true, but found no trace of her
until a few hours ago, most curiously, in the heart of that Indian camp
yonder."
"You found her there? How strange!"
"Most strange indeed, Mademoiselle, especially as she appeared to enjoy
perfect liberty among the savages."
"You spoke with her?"
"Not a word; it was only a glimpse I caught of her in the firelight,
and when I sought to go to her the warriors interfered and forced me
back. But Captain Heald, who saw her at the same time, assured me 't
was the one I sought."
"'T is small wonder, then, you could stand here at my very side so
long, and yet see me not, or remain indifferent to my presence," she
said, drawing slightly back. "Come, Captain de Croix, let us walk to
the other corner of the stockade, and leave Master Wayland to dream of
his mysterious beauty undisturbed."
"You misapprehend me," I cried, awakened by her words, but more by De
Croix's smile. "She has no such hold upon my memory as that, for until
tonight I had supposed her a mere child. I knew not you were upon the
platform, believing the forms I saw in the gloom to be those of the
night-guard. What dark figure is that, even now leaning over the logs
yonder?"
It was De Croix's deeper voice that made answer.
"'Tis Captain Wells; and we found him in no mood for conversation.
Seemingly he hath small faith in the pledges of the chiefs."
"My own hope rests far more upon our skill at arms, Monsieur," I
answered directly; "for I have known Indian treachery all my life.
They may keep faith with us to-morrow, for John Kinzie has great
influence with them for good; nevertheless, I shall oil my gun
carefully before riding forth."
It was in his eyes to make reply, but before it could come the girl
between us uttered a cry so piercing that it set us gazing where her
finger pointed out across the lake.
"Look there, Messieurs! Did ever mortal behold so grewsome a sight
before? What means the portent?"
It is before me now, in each grim, uncanny detail,--though I know well
that my pen will fail to give it fit description, or convey even feebly
a sense of the overwhelming dread of what we saw. Nature has power to
paint what human hand may never hope to copy; and though, as I now know
well, it was no more than a strange commingling of cloud and moon in
atmospheric illusion, still the effect was awe-inspiring to a degree
difficult of realization within the environments of peace and safety.
To us, it appeared as a dreadful warning,--a mysterious manifestation
of supernatural power, chilling our blood with terror and striking
agony into our souls. Up from the far east had rolled an immense black
cloud, rifted here and there by bars of vivid yellow as electric bolts
tore it asunder. Moonlight tipped its heavy edges with a pale spectral
gleam; and as it swiftly rose higher and higher into the sky, blotting
out the stars, it seemed to dominate the entire expanse, hovering over
us menacingly, and assuming the shape of some gigantic monster, with
leering face and cruel mouth, bending forward as if to smite us with
huge uplifted hand. Perchance our tensioned nerves may have
exaggerated the resemblance, but nothing more horribly real have my
eyes ever beheld.
For a moment I cowered, like a nerveless craven, behind the logs,
gazing up at that awful apparition, that mocking devil's-face, as a man
fronts death in some terrible and unexpected form. It seemed as if the
breath of the creature must be pestilence, and that it would smite us
gasping to earth, or draw us helplessly struggling within its merciless
clutch. A prayer trembled on my lips, but remained unuttered, for I
could only stare upward at the mighty, crawling thing now overshadowing
us, my arms uplifted in impotent effort to avert the crushing blow.
I could hear the girl sob where she had sunk upon the platform, and
caught one glimpse of De Croix, his face yellow in the weird glare as
he stared in speechless terror out over the water, his hands clutching
the palisades. It was Captain Wells, who had been standing near us,
who first found voice.
"'Tis the Death-Shadow of the Miamis!" he cried, in choked accents,
striding toward us along the narrow plank, and pointing eastward. "I
knew it must come, for our doom is sealed."
What centuries of Indian superstition rested behind the fateful
utterance, I know not; but facing that horrible spectre as we did, his
words held me in speechless awe. In the blood of us all such terrors
linger to unman the bravest; and for the moment such fright and panic
swept me as I have never known before or since. I, who have laughed at
death even in the hour of torture, sank in deadly agony before that
mystery of light and shadow, as if it indeed foreshadowed the wrath of
the Great Spirit.
The sobs of Mademoiselle recalled me somewhat to myself, and led me to
forget my own terror that I might help to relieve hers.
"I beg you, fear not," I urged, though my voice trembled and my lips
were dry. "Come, Mademoiselle," and I found her hand and clasped it,
feeling the touch a positive relief to my unstrung nerves, "look up and
see! the cloud is even now breaking asunder, and has already lost much
of its form of terror. Mind not the words of Captain Wells; he has
been raised among the Indians, and drunk in their superstitions. De
Croix, arouse yourself, and help me to bring courage to this girl."
He drew back from his grip on the palisades, as if, by sheer power of
will, he forced his fascinated eyes from the cloud-bank, shivering like
a man with an ague fit.
"_Sacre_! did ever human eyes behold so foul a thing!" he cried, his
voice shaking, his hand shading his face. "'T will haunt me till the
hour I die."
"Bah! 'T will all be forgotten with return of daylight," I was quick
to reply; for had found relief in action, and could perceive already
that the clouds were becoming shapeless and drifting rapidly southward
in a great billowy mass. "Do not stand there moping like a day-blind
owl, but aid me to make Mademoiselle see the foolishness of her fears."
The sting of these words moved him more than a blow would have done;
but as he knelt beside her, I noted there was little of the old
reckless ring in his voice.
"'T is indeed true, Toinette,--'t was but a cloud, and has already
greatly changed in aspect. 'T will be no more than cause for laughter
when the sun gilds the plain, and will form a rare tale to tell to the
gallants at Montreal. Yet, Saint Guise! 't was grewsome enough, and my
knees quake still from the terror of the thing."
Mademoiselle was as brave and cool-headed a girl as ever I knew; but so
thoroughly had she been unnerved by this dreadful happening, that it
was only after the most persistent urging on our part that she
consented to be led below. There, at the foot of the ladder, I stepped
aside to permit De Croix to walk with her across the parade; but she
would not go without a word of parting.
"Do not think me weak and silly," she implored, her face, still white
from the terror, upturned to me in the moonlight. "It was so spectral
and ghastly that I gave way to sudden fear."
"You need no excuse," I hastened to assure her. "When the thing
frightened De Croix and me, and even set so old a soldier as Captain
Wells to raving, it was no wonder it unnerved a girl, however brave she
might prove in the presence of real danger. But you can sleep now,
convinced it was naught but a floating cloud."
She smiled at me over her shoulder, and I watched the pair with jealous
eyes until they disappeared. I noticed Captain Wells standing beside
me.
"You thought I raved up yonder," he said gravely; "to-morrow will prove
that my interpretation of the vision was correct."
"You believe it a prophecy of evil?"
"It was the warning of the Great Spirit--the Death-Shadow of the
Miamis. Never has it appeared to men of our tribe except on the eve of
great disaster, the forerunner of grave tragedy. We ride forth from
these gates to death."
It was plain that no amount of reasoning could change his Indian
superstition; and with a word more of expostulation I left him standing
there, and sought a place where I might lie down. Already the numbing
sensation of supernatural fear had left me, for in the breaking up of
that odd-formed cloud I realized its cause; and now the physical
fatigue I felt overmastered all else. I found a quiet corner, and,
with a saddle for a pillow, was soon fast asleep.