As we rode round the head of the train, we saw to our sorrow that the
Redskins had already fought their way to two of the centre waggons, the
white men belonging to which were engaged in a fierce fight with them.
Armitage took an anxious glance at the occupants of the leading waggon.
"Who commands this train?" he asked eagerly of one of the drivers.
The man, owing to the war-whoops of the savages, the shrieks of the
women, and the shouts of his companion, did not perhaps hear the
question, and there was no time to repeat it as we swooped by. Already
it appeared to us that the work of murder had commenced. Two or three
of the people lay on the ground, and while part of the Indians were
fighting, some were engaged in attempting to drag off the female
occupants of the waggon. To prevent them succeeding in their desperate
attempt was our first object. Leaving the Indians we had intended to
charge, we turned our horses and dashed forward towards the point where
our services were most required. The savages saw us coming, and most of
them leaving the waggon, some leapt on their horses, while others
attempted to defend themselves on foot. Firing a volley from our rifles
which brought several to the ground, we rushed at our foes. Just then I
saw, to my horror, an Indian, who by his dress appeared to be a chief,
dragging off a female, a fair girl she seemed, whom he lifted on his
horse. In vain she struggled to free herself. He was mounted on a
powerful animal which he evidently had under perfect command. Shouting
to his followers he galloped off, while they stood their ground boldly.
We dashed at them pistoling some and cutting down others; but not until
half their number lay dead on the ground or desperately wounded did they
attempt to escape; by which time the main body were almost up to us.
Leaving the first to be dealt with by the emigrants who had rallied, we
reloaded our rifles and charged the larger party of the enemy. They
received us with a shower of arrows, by which, wonderful as it seemed,
none of us were wounded. The odds, however, were fearfully against us;
for the Indians fought bravely, and rapidly wheeling their horses
attacked us now in front, now on our flanks, and we had to turn every
instant to defend ourselves. Several of their number had been shot.
Dick and Armitage were wounded, and Pierre's horse was killed. It was
with the greatest difficulty that we defended him until he managed to
make his escape towards the waggons. I shouted to him to send some of
the men to our assistance. We in the meantime having fired our rifles
and pistols had our swords alone to depend upon. They served us well,
and the Indians, as we approached, evidently showed their dread of them
by endeavouring to get out of their reach as we flashed them round our
heads. Still, numbers might prevail, unless we could speedily compel
the Indians to take to flight.
In the meantime, what had become of the female I had seen carried off!
I could not tell whether Armitage or the rest had witnessed the
occurrence; but, whether or not, it would be impossible to attempt her
rescue until we had defeated our present opponents. If we could have
retreated even to a short distance to reload our firearms, we would have
done so, but our agile foes gave us no time. I scarcely even dared to
look round to ascertain if any help was coming; probably the emigrants
had enough to do in keeping in check other parties of Indians who were
threatening them. The fight had not continued many minutes, though it
seemed to me as many hours, when an Indian charged at Armitage with a
long spear, the weapon pierced his side, and over rolled horse and man.
Another savage was coming on to repeat the blow, when Long Sam, dashing
up, cut down the first savage, and then engaged the second. Our friend,
notwithstanding, would speedily have been killed, had we not rallied
round him and kept the enemy at bay; while, although evidently much
hurt, he managed to regain his feet.
Now deprived of two of our number, and having to defend Armitage as well
as ourselves, we were nearly overpowered. At any moment another of us
might be wounded. The Indians, seeing their advantage, retreated to a
short distance, in order to make another fierce charge, the result of
which would very probably have been our overthrow, when we heard a loud
shout raised in our rear, and presently, with a wild war-cry of "Erin go
bragh," a strange figure dashed by us, mounted on a powerful horse, with
a target on one arm, and a broadsword flashing in his right hand.
Several arrows were shot at him, but he caught them on his target, and
dashed on unharmed. The first Indian he attacked bit the dust; another
made at him, the head of whose spear he lopped off with a single blow,
and he then clove his opponent from the crown of the head to the neck.
On seeing this, the Indians, crying out to each other, turned their
horses' heads and attempted to escape.
Their flight was expedited by several of the emigrants who, brought up
by Pierre, fired a volley at them as they retreated. On looking at the
old warrior who had come so opportunely to our aid, what was my surprise
to recognise Ben Folkard.
The diversion thus made in our favour, had enabled the emigrants to form
their waggons into a square, so as to be able to repel any further
attacks of the Indians, who showed no disposition however to come on.
Our first care was to commit Armitage--the most severely wounded of our
party--to the charge of Pierre and the emigrants who had accompanied
him. Lifting him up between them, they carried him to the waggons.
"I'm main sure that Mr Praeger will be grateful to the gentlemen," I
heard one of the men say.
As the man uttered the name, the thought flashed across me, "Could it
have been one of his daughters, or Miss Hargrave, I had seen carried
off? Poor Armitage, how fearful would be his feelings should he find
that his Ellen had disappeared. As soon as I could, I turned to the old
trapper and anxiously inquired what had become of Charley."
"I left him in safe keeping," he answered, "but, finding from a
companion of mine who rejoined me after you had gone that the Indians
were about to attack the train in greater force than I had at first
supposed, I resolved to come to your assistance."
"You did well," observed Dick, who came up while he was speaking. "Had
it not been for your arrival, I suspect that one and all of us would
have gone down, for those rascals pressed us hard."
We had been proceeding towards a height which commanded a view in the
direction our late opponents were supposed to have taken, and we were
thankful to see them moving off, forming a more numerous body than we
had at first supposed. We accounted for this by concluding that, while
one portion of the savages attacked the train, the others had remained
concealed to act as a reserve should the first not succeed. What had
become of the female I had seen carried off, we could not ascertain. We
could nowhere distinguish her, but she might easily have been concealed
from our sight if she were among the leading Indians.
Our party, however, was too small to pursue the fugitives, with any
chance of recovering her. On reaching the camp formed by the train, we
at once repaired to Mr Praeger's waggon. We found him and his family
almost overcome with grief and anxiety. Two of his sons were severely
wounded, and Miss Hargrave had disappeared. My worst fears were
realised. She must have been the person I had seen carried off by the
Indian chief.
No one was certain as to the direction her captor had taken, for his
followers immediately surrounded him, and they had retreated together.
Three men of the emigrant party had been killed, and half a dozen more
or less wounded. They were full of gratitude to us for coming to their
assistance; for they acknowledged, surprised as they had been, that
every one of them might have been massacred had we not attacked the
savages. We on our part had to thank the trapper for his assistance.
When, however, we looked round for him, he had disappeared, and some of
the people said they had seen him galloping back in the direction from
which he had come. We guessed therefore that he had returned to take
care of our friend Charley. Poor Armitage had been placed in one of the
waggons, and a surgeon who had accompanied the train was attending to
his wounds. He had not been told of what had happened to Miss Hargrave.
We had now to consider what was next to be done. Of course we all
agreed that the first thing was to endeavour to recover the young lady.
The leaders of the train, in consequence of having so many wounded among
them, resolved to remain encamped where they were, as the neighbourhood
afforded wood and water, with abundance of game, and they felt pretty
confident that the Indians would not again venture to attack them.
Pierre and Long Sam at once volunteered to visit old Folkard's camp, and
to assist in bringing on Charley, should he, as we hoped would be the
case, be in a fit state to be moved. They also promised to consult the
trapper, as his experience would be of value in forming a plan for the
recovery of the young lady: that she had been killed, we none of us
could bring ourselves to believe.
All hands were now employed in strengthening the camp,--Dick, Story, and
I, assisted our friends, working as hard as any one. We were of use
also in attending to poor Armitage. I was afraid every moment that he
would inquire for Miss Hargrave, for he would naturally wonder that she
had not appeared.
As may be supposed, we kept a very strict watch at night, while all the
men lay down with their arms by their sides under the waggons, with the
cattle placed in the centre of the square; but no Indians, we believed,
came near us.
As the morning advanced, I looked out eagerly for the arrival of
Charley. We were anxious to place him under the protection of our
friends, and until Pierre and Long Sam came, we could take no steps for
the recovery of Miss Hargrave. We talked the subject over with Mr
Praeger, who was naturally too much agitated to be able with sufficient
calmness to design any feasible plan of operation.
At length, greatly to our relief, soon after mid-day Pierre and Long Sam
appeared with two other men, carrying Charley on a litter; while old
Folkard and another trapper followed, leading the horses and laden
mules. Charley was much revived, and declared that he could have walked
had his companions allowed him; but when he came to be placed on his
feet, it was very evident that he could not have proceeded many yards by
himself.
No time was lost in holding a council round the camp fire, while the new
arrivals ate the dinner provided for them. Old Folkard advised that we
should in the first place examine the neighbourhood of the camp, in
order to try and discover the trail of Miss Hargrave's captor, for Long
Sam was of opinion that, though he might have been accompanied by a few
of his braves, he had not gone off with the larger body of Redskins.
Charley, who listened attentively to all that was said, agreed with Long
Sam; and, as he had been so long amongst the tribe, his opinion was of
value. He was certain that it was only a chief who was likely to have
committed such an act, probably the younger brother of the head chief;
who, Charley said, had frequently talked to him of the beauty of the
pale faced women, and of his intention of obtaining one of them for his
wife. This had always greatly angered his elder brother, who had
declared, should he bring a pale-face to their lodges, that he should be
turned out of the tribe, and that she should be put to death. Charley
was certain, therefore, that Black Eagle--so the chief was called--would
not return to his people; and that, should we be able to discover his
trail, we should find him protected with only a small band, with whom it
would not be difficult to deal.
The first thing was to discover the trail, and Folkard, Long Sam, and
Pierre set out for the purpose. We, in the meantime, were engaged in
organising the pursuing party, if so I may call it. Dick, though
wounded, made light of the matter, and insisted on going. Folkard had
offered to take all his people. Besides Story and I, we had Pierre, and
Long Sam, the Canadian, and two other men; making altogether a
well-armed party of twelve, mostly experienced hunters and backwoodsmen,
accustomed all their lives to encounters with the red men.
Long Sam, who in his wanderings in South America had learned the use of
the lasso, never went on an expedition without carrying a long coil of
rope at his saddle bow; which he used, not only for catching horses, but
for stopping the career of a wounded buffalo or deer; and he had, he
asserted, made captives at different times of several Indians by whom he
had been attacked, when they, approaching within the radius of his long
line, were surprised to find themselves jerked to the ground and dragged
along at a rate which rendered all resistance useless.
It was late in the evening when the three trappers returned. They had
discovered a trail made by a small party, though they had been unable to
decide whether it was that which had carried off the lady, until Long
Sam, observing an object glittering on the ground, had, on picking it
up, found it to be a golden locket, such as was not likely to have
belonged to an Indian. On showing it to Mr Praeger and his family,
they at once recognised it as having been worn by Miss Hargrave, thus
leaving us in no doubt on the subject.
It was too late that night to follow up the trail, though every moment
was precious. We had to wait therefore, until about three hours before
dawn; when, mounting our steeds, we rode forward under the guidance of
old Folkard, expecting at daybreak to reach the spot where the locket
had been found. We agreed to breakfast there, and then to follow up the
trail as soon as there was sufficient light to see it.
We carried out our plan, and the rising sun saw us pushing eagerly
forward, the trail being sufficiently marked to enable the practical
eyes of our guides to detect it.
To our surprise, instead of keeping to the right, as both old Folkard
and Long Sam expected, it turned suddenly to the left, in the direction
the main body had taken.
"There's a reason for this," observed Folkard, after we had ridden some
way. "See, there was a message sent by the head chief to Black Eagle.
Look, there is the trail of his horse, but whether the young chief
joined the main body we shall know by and by."
This information was a great disappointment, as it would render our
enterprise far more difficult, for we should now have the whole tribe to
deal with instead of a small party as we expected.
We were not to be deterred, however, and rode forward as rapidly as the
necessary examination of the trail would allow. At last we had to halt
and rest our horses, but we refrained from lighting a fire and ate our
provisions cold.
As soon as possible we again pushed forward, but darkness coming on we
had again to camp. Of course we did not light a fire, lest, should our
enemies be in the neighbourhood, they might discover us.
Our faithful attendants kept watch, insisting that Story and I should
lie down and take the rest we so greatly needed.
Next morning, instead of riding on together, Long Sam undertook to scout
in advance, that we might not come suddenly upon the enemy, who it was
believed could not be far ahead. We were passing round a wood when
presently we heard a shout, and directly afterwards caught sight of Long
Sam galloping towards us followed by an Indian--evidently a chief, from
his war plumes and gaily bedecked shield,--but as we got nearer we saw
that a rope was round the Indian's body, and that he was attempting to
free himself from it. He was on the point of drawing his knife when, by
a sudden jerk, Long Sam brought him to the ground.
Folkard and Pierre, throwing themselves from their horses, rushed
forward to seize him before he had regained his feet. Pierre, with his
knife in his hand, was about to plunge it into the heart of the Indian;
but I shouted out to him to desist, and Long Sam drawing tight the
lasso, the next instant dragged the Indian clear of his frightened
steed, which galloped off leaving him utterly helpless. Springing upon
him, we then secured his arms by some leathern thongs, and removed the
lasso from round his body.
"He is Black Eagle, no doubt about that," cried old Folkard. "What have
you done with the lady you carried off?" he added in the Indian tongue.
The prisoner refused to reply.
"If the chief will tell us what we want to know, he shall live; but, if
not, he must be prepared to die," said Long Sam.
An expression of irresolution passed over the Indian's countenance.
"I would that I could tell the pale-faces where she is to be found, but
she has been taken from me; though, if they will restore me to liberty,
I will endeavour to find her," he said at length.
"If the chief speaks the truth, he will find the palefaces willing to
grant him any favour he may ask," said Long Sam; then, turning to us, he
added, "We must not trust the rascal. Though decked with fine feathers
he has a cowardly heart, I suspect. We'll keep him bound and take him
with us. If he plays us false, knock him on the head without scruple;
that's my advice. We must not let his horse escape, however; wait here
while I catch the animal."
Saying this, Long Sam threw himself into the saddle, and taking his
lasso which he had again coiled up, started off in the direction the
Indian's horse had taken. In a shorter time than I had expected, he
returned leading the animal by the lasso which he had thrown over its
neck, and whenever it became restive, a sudden jerk quickly brought it
again under subjection.
"Of course, it won't do to put the Redskin on his own horse, or he may
be giving us the slip. He shall have mine," said Long Sam, "and old
`Knotty' will stick by us, even if Mr Black Eagle should try and gallop
off."
We now, by means of the three hunters, endeavoured to obtain all the
information we could from our captive.
He acknowledged that he had carried off the palefaced girl, and that he
intended to make her his bride; but that he had been inveigled into the
camp of his people, when she had been taken from him; and that, when he
complained, he had been turned away to seek his own fortunes.
As we had no reason to doubt his word we asked him to guide us to
wherever his people were now encamped, making him promise to warn us as
we drew near the spot so that we might not be taken by surprise. We
kept a bright look out on Black Eagle, Long Sam hinting gently that,
should he show any treachery, he would be immediately shot through the
head. The warning was not lost upon our friend. We rode on and on,
until the sun sinking in the west showed us that we must again camp.
Black Eagle informed us that we should probably not reach his people
until late on the following day. We had therefore to restrain our
anxiety, and trust to his assurances that there were no Indians in the
neighbourhood. We lighted a fire to cook a deer which Long Sam had shot
just before we reached the camp.
We were seated round the fire enjoying our suppers, the first
satisfactory meal we had taken since we started, when the well-known cry
of a pack of wolves reached our ears. From the yelps and barks which
they continued to utter in full chorus, we knew that they were in chase
of some unfortunate animal which they hoped to drag to the ground.
The sounds grew nearer and nearer, but as the spot where we were
encamped was surrounded with rocks and trees we could not see to any
distance. At last Dick jumped up, saying he must have a look at the
wolves and the animal they were chasing. Story and I quickly followed.
"They are not worth powder and shot," observed Long Sam, but
notwithstanding he came after us, as did indeed the whole party.
Just then the moon rose behind the cliffs, shedding a bright light over
the rocky ground which surrounded the spot. From where we stood, we
could see an animal, apparently a horse, dashing on at full speed with a
savage pack of llovo wolves close at its heels. The next instant, as it
came bounding on over the rocks, what was our horror to observe a female
form lashed to its back.
To stop it in its mad career seemed impossible. The only hope was to
shoot some of the wolves, and thus give a better chance for the escape
of the horse. As I fired, I heard several other shots, and saw that
most of the brutes, already at the horse's heels, were rolled over.
Still the condition of the female was perilous in the extreme. Unless
we could catch our own horses, and overtake the affrighted steed, her
destruction appeared inevitable. Scarcely had this thought flashed
across my mind, when I saw Long Sam, who had thrown himself on
horseback, galloping along with his lasso to intercept the runaway.
I ran as I had never run before, regardless of the wolves, in the same
direction. As I passed by I saw that the pack had stopped and were
already engaged in tearing to pieces the brutes we had shot. In an
instant afterwards, it seemed, I observed Long Sam's lasso cast with
unerring aim over the neck of the frantic steed, which plunged and
reared, but happily did not fall over. In another moment Sam had drawn
the lasso so tightly round its neck that it was unable to move.
We sprang forward, cut the thongs which bound the female to the animal's
back, and lifting her to the ground, carried her out of danger. She
still breathed, though apparently perfectly unconscious. The light of
the moon showed us the features of Ellen Hargrave.
We did not stop to see what Long Sam did with the captured horse, but at
once carried the young lady to the camp, when, by sprinkling her face
with water and bathing her hands, she in a short time was restored to
consciousness.
Her first impulse was to return thanks to heaven for her preservation.
Looking up he recognised Dick and me.
"Where is Harry? Where is Mr Armitage?" she asked, evidently
concluding that he must be of our party.
Dick replied that he was safe in the camp with her friends; that we had
beaten the savages who had attacked them, and, finding that she had been
carried off, had come in search of her. Though we did not inquire how
she had been treated in the Indian camp, she without hesitation told us
that Black Eagle had been compelled to release her by his superior
chief; when, having been kept in a wigwam by herself for some hours, she
had been bound to a horse, which being led away from the camp had been
driven out into the wilds. She was fully prepared, she said, for a
lingering death, but still she prayed that she might be preserved. All
hope however had gone when she heard in the distance the howls of the
wolves, and the horse sprang forward on its mad career over the rocky
ground. "The rest you know," she added. "I would thankfully forget
those fearful moments."
I must make a long story short. Miss Hargrave appeared much recovered
after a night's rest in the hut we built for her, and the next morning
we formed a litter on which we carried her a day's journey; but on the
following morning she insisted on mounting one of the horses, and, a
side-saddle being prepared, she performed the rest of the distance to
camp with out apparent suffering.
I need not say that she was received by her relatives as one returned
from the dead, while they expressed their gratitude to us by every means
in their power. Armitage, they stated, had been in a very precarious
state, but he revived on seeing Miss Hargrave, and quickly regained his
strength. We allowed the Black Eagle to go free with his horse and
arms, he promising, in return for the merciful treatment he had
received, that he would in future be the friend of the pale-faces. The
wounded men having now recovered sufficiently to travel, camp was
struck, and the train continued its course westward.
We, of course, felt ourselves in honour bound to escort our friends on
their way; and, although we at first talked of leaving them as soon as
all fear of an attack from the Indians had passed, we continued on from
day to day.
Before the journey was over, it was generally known that Armitage was to
marry Miss Hargrave, while Dick and Story, though supposed to be
confirmed bachelors, lost their hearts to the two youngest Miss
Praegers; and a very pleasant wedding it was which took place soon after
our arrival at Mr Praeger's new location. We frequently afterwards met
in old England, where my friends took their wives, and many a long yarn
was spun about our adventures in the wild regions of the "Far West."