DAYS OF PEACE—CONCLUSION
It was indeed James Morris who lay on the ground at Jean Bevoir’s feet.
The trader had not been killed, only seriously wounded, and for days had
lain between life and death, in the care of an old Indian medicine man.
Many a time the French trader had thought to slay him, but had
hesitated, thinking he might some day make use of his prisoner.
James Morris was still so weak that he could do nothing for himself, yet
Jean Bevoir wanted him to mount a horse and ride away, to a cave up the
river, where, in years gone by, the French trader and his trappers had
had a regular rendezvous.
It made Dave’s blood boil to see his father so abused, and forgetful of
everything else, he ran forward, leveling his rifle at Bevoir’s head as
he did so.
“Dave! My son Dave!” cried James Morris, and there was a ring of relief
and joy in his tones.
“Father!” was all the son answered. He still kept his eyes on the French
trader, who shrank back in consternation.
“Come on, all of you!” cried Joseph Morris, who now saw that further
secrecy would be useless. “Surrender, you villains, or we’ll shoot you
down like dogs!”
“Thet’s the talk!” came from Barringford, and as he saw one of the
Indians raise a gun he shot the warrior through the heart.
The next instant the entire camp was in alarm. Thinking a large body of
English had arrived, the few Indians present took to their heels and
disappeared into the forest as if by magic. The Frenchmen tried to
follow, fighting as they did so. Jean Bevoir aimed a pistol at Dave and
fired, the bullet striking the youth in the side. As he staggered and
fell Henry fired at the French trader, and so did two others, and Bevoir
threw up his arms and pitched headlong into the smoldering campfire,
scattering the embers in all directions.
Inside of five minutes the battle was at an end and the English were in
complete possession of the camp and had also gained possession of their
horses and a large portion of their stores. What was left of the French
and Indians disappeared, and that was the last seen of them.
[Illustration: Bevoir pitched headlong into the smoldering
campfire.—_Page 298._]
Dave’s wound was but slight, and his first thoughts were of his father.
The two embraced over and over again, the tears of joy standing in the
eyes of each. Joseph Morris, Henry, and Barringford were likewise more
than happy to learn that the trader was really alive.
“I am the only one living to tell the tale,” said James Morris. “The
others were killed or mortally wounded.”
“Not all,” answered Dave. “Peaceful Jones escaped and told us the news,
and that is what brought us here so quickly.”
“You have had a great fight. I could hear some of the shooting,”
continued the trader.
“Yes, and we might have had the worst of it, only White Buffalo came to
our aid.”
“And where is he now?”
“Gone in pursuit of Moon Eye and his followers.”
After that James Morris told his story in detail, to which Dave and the
others listened with much interest.
“At first I was kept at the post,” said he. “Jean Bevoir pretended to be
kind and considerate, but I soon found out his object. He had drawn up
some documents stating that I surrendered to him all my rights and
interests in the trading post and he wanted me to sign them. When I
refused he got angry and wanted to kill me. But some of the men
interfered and then I was brought to this place. Then, of a sudden, I
was treated better again. From the Indians I learned that Bevoir had an
idea that if he got cornered later on he would use me in some way for
his benefit—as a hostage, or something like that.”
“Just what he wanted to do with me, when I was a prisoner,” said Henry.
“It is queer that I didn’t see you when I was here,” he added.
“They must have kept us apart purposely, Henry.” James Morris drew a
long breath. “How good it feels to be together once more. I declare, it
seems to brace me up wonderfully!” And his face showed his relief.
Somebody had dragged Jean Bevoir’s body from the fire just after the man
fell. The trader was not yet dead, and lay groaning and writhing in a
fearful manner. Nothing could be done for him, and he died at sunrise.
It was the last of a misspent life, full of golden opportunities which
the rascal had trampled under foot. His body was laid in a hollow and
some flat stones placed over it, to keep off the wild animals. His
pockets were searched and the fraudulent documents confiscated by Joseph
Morris.
“We must get back to the post as soon as we can,” said Barringford,
after the excitement was over. “Remember, we don’t know how matters are
a-goin’ there.”
“I have heard no shots,” answered Henry. “And that is a good sign.”
“I do not see how anything can be wrong there,” said Dave. “We have
wound up the Bevoir crowd and you can trust White Buffalo to take care
of Moon Eye’s tribe.”
Nevertheless, the start for the trading post was made as soon as matters
could be gotten into shape for the journey. The two sick men were
carried on stretchers made of blankets tied to long poles, and all took
turns at the task. Dave did not mind the load at all, and in the joy at
finding his parent forgot all about his own injuries, which,
fortunately, proved slight.
The strange man who was sick wanted to know what it all meant, and
smiled when told. Then he heaved a sudden sigh.
“I, too, have had many troubles,” he said. “Many, many troubles. I wish
that I could get some help.”
“We will aid you all we can,” said Henry, kindly.
“Yes, yes, I know. But my head—it is not clear. My brain whirls when I
try to think. The past is such a blank!”
“You were hit on the head, that’s the trouble,” went on the youth. “But
I think you will get over it soon.”
“Perhaps—some days I know I feel better. But then my head whirls again
and I am in the dark! Oh, it is awful!” And the sick man sighed as
before.
“Can’t you remember where you came from at all?”
“I remember the sea—the great boundless ocean, and a great storm. I was
alone then—all alone. And I remember before that,—a beautiful garden and
kind friends and relatives, and the babies, the beautiful babies! And
then I remember—I remember——” The man paused. “It is cloudy again—dark—I
can remember nothing, nothing!” And he lay back and closed his eyes.
“Maybe as how he’ll never be jest right ag’in,” whispered Sam
Barringford. “It’s terribul, no two ways on’t! I wish I could do
somethin’ fer him.”
“It will take time,” said Joseph Morris. “It is useless to worry him
now, it will only make matters worse.” And so they let the strange man
rest in peace. They had previously searched his pockets, but had found
nothing by which he could be identified.
The journey to the trading post accomplished, they found matters quiet
there. No more of the enemy had appeared, and nothing had been seen of
White Buffalo and his followers. The old Delaware chief came in about
noon, bringing the news that Moon Eye’s tribe had been completely
shattered.
“They will never trouble my white friends again,” said White Buffalo.
“Those who are left alive have learned a lesson which they will never
forget.”
The old Indian chief was more than glad to learn that James Morris was
living, and shook hands warmly.
“You have done me and mine a great service, White Buffalo,” said the
trader, gratefully. “We shall not forget it.”
“White Buffalo knows his real friends,” answered the aged chief, calmly.
“He is glad to serve them.” Then he and his warriors went off to get
something to eat, for they had had nothing since the day before. They
were treated to the best the post afforded.
Among those found living after the battle at the post was Benoit Vascal.
He had been sorely wounded and trampled upon in the mêlée, and it was
evident he could not long survive his hurts. He was placed on a rude
couch and there he remained, since he could swallow neither food nor
water. He groaned continually and bitterly bewailed the fate that had
brought him to the place.
When the strange sick man was brought in he was placed on a cot not far
from where Benoit Vascal was resting. For some time the two did not
notice each other. Then, of a sudden, the Frenchman glanced at the other
and uttered a shriek of amazement and terror.
“’Tis he! ’Tis he! Tis the judgment!” he screamed in French. “Take him
away! I cannot bear to face him!”
At the sound of Vascal’s voice the strange sick man turned over and gave
him a wandering look. Then he also started up and gave a cry.
“You! you!” he screamed. “You! I know you, Benoit Vascal! What have you
done with my children!” He staggered from his couch, fell forward, and
caught the Frenchman by the arm. “Tell me! My children, what of them?”
“What’s the matter here?” demanded Sam Barringford, who chanced to be
close by.
“This man!” panted the strange sick man. “He—he stole my children! He is
the rascal I have been hunting for—he and another, a Paul Camont. They
took my twin boys! Ah, I remember it all now! Where are my children?
Don’t dare to say you killed them!”
“Your children—twins,” gasped the old frontiersman. “Can it be possible
thet you air Mr. Maurice Hamilton?”
“Yes! yes! that is my name! How strange I could not think of it before.
Maurice Hamilton, yes, of London.”
“Well, by the eternal!” came faintly from Barringford. He looked at the
sick man sharply. “It must be so—ye look alike, same eyes, same nose,
an’ all. This staggers me!”
“Let me go!” came faintly from Benoit Vascal. “He has ze children—I haf
zem not, no! Let me go!” for the other man now held him by the throat.
The cries and loud talking had attracted a crowd, and all pushed forward
to learn the cause of the disturbance.
“It’s the greatest thing ye ever heard tell on,” said Sam Barringford.
“This man is Maurice Hamilton, and the father o’ the twins.”
“Can it be possible!” exclaimed Dave.
“But where—where are my children?” asked Maurice Hamilton.
“They are safe—leas’wise they war, the last I heard o’ ’em,” answered
Barringford. “But this gits me! I never dreamed o’ sech a thing.”
“Nor did I,” added Joseph Morris.
After that there remained nothing to do but to tell Maurice Hamilton all
about his little ones, how Barringford had found them, and how they had
been cared for ever since by the Morrises. The sick man could not take
it all in, but he understood enough and the tears of joy streamed down
his wan face.
“How I long to see them—my darling boys!” he murmured.
“And you shall see them,” said Joseph Morris. “But first you must get
well.”
“And what of—of that rascal who robbed me?”
“He is dying—let him rest,” was the planter’s soft answer. And then, for
the time being, Maurice Hamilton was silent. From that hour on he mended
rapidly, both mentally and physically, until, two months later, he was
as well as ever. Benoit Vascal died two days later, and was buried in a
common grave, along with the other Frenchmen who had fallen in the
battle for the possession of the trading post.
Maurice Hamilton’s story was a long one, and I have no space to relate
it here. He was a fairly well-to-do man who, after the death of his
beautiful wife and his father and mother, had come to America to seek
his fortune. Upon arriving here his twins had been stolen from him by
Benoit Vascal, aided by Paul Camont. He had in vain tried to follow the
rascals up, although he had received several letters offering to
compromise the matter for a certain amount. He said that his wife, when
a girl, had received an offer of marriage from Vascal and had refused
him, and this had made the Frenchman so bitter. The two gold lockets the
twins possessed contained the portraits of Mr. Hamilton’s father and
mother.
“This clears up that mystery,” said Dave to Henry. “I must say I am glad
of it—on Mr. Hamilton’s account.”
“Yes, and also on account of the twins,” answered his cousin. “But Sam
will hate to have them go, and mother and Nell will hate it, too.”
“Well, such things can’t be helped.”
Now that the fighting was over, all hands found a great many things to
do in and around the trading post. A new gate was put into place,
stronger even than the other, and the stockade generally was also
strengthened. The stable was enlarged, so that the numerous horses might
have proper quarters, and another room was built to the main building.
In the meantime some of the trappers and Indians went out on the hunt
and brought in plenty of meat and not a few skins of value.
With the coming of spring came a fresh alarm, and it was not deemed wise
to send an expedition eastward. Pontiac was trying his best to combine
the Indians in another conspiracy. But his plans failed, and in the end
the noted Indian chief fell, brained by a tomahawk in the hands of
another Indian. So perished one of the most gifted and at the same time
one of the most warlike Indian chiefs this country ever saw.
At last the way seemed clear for a start for Will’s Creek, and an
expedition set out, by way of Fort Pitt. Among those to go along were
Joseph Morris, Sam Barringford, Mr. Hamilton, and Henry. Mr. Hamilton
was feeling in the best of health once more, and he and the old
frontiersman had become warm friends. The gentleman wanted to reward
Barringford for what he had done, but the latter would not listen to it.
“Let me see them twins now an’ then,” said the old frontiersman. “Thet
will be reward enough fer me.” And so it was arranged.
It was a great day when the party reached the Morris homestead. Maurice
Hamilton hugged his children tightly to his breast and kissed them
repeatedly, and Mrs. Morris was so affected that she wept.
“They are good boys,” she said. “I’ll hate awfully to have them go
away.”
“Then supposing I leave them here for the present?” answered Maurice
Hamilton. “I have no home of my own.”
“Yes! yes! Do leave them, please!” cried Nell; and so it was arranged,
much to the satisfaction of all concerned.
Here let me add a few words and then bring to a close this story of
“Trail and Trading Post,” and likewise this “Colonial Series.”
During the ensuing summer matters fared very well both at the Morris
homestead and at the trading post. The twins grew up healthy and strong,
and looked upon Sam Barringford as their uncle, which pleased the old
frontiersman mightily. Mr. Hamilton came and went, for he had property
on the St. Lawrence and near Philadelphia to look after. He was glad to
have his children in such excellent care.
“I hope them little chaps never see sech fightin’ as we’ve seen,” said
Barringford to Henry one day, as he was dancing both on his knees.
“I don’t think they will,” answered Henry. But he was mistaken. The
twins did see some spirited fighting—during the Revolutionary War—the
particulars of which I may relate some other time. They were such
sturdy, manly chaps that nobody could help but like them.
During the summer the trading post was attacked just once, by a band of
Indians, under an old chief who in years gone by had been one of the
Morrises’ worst foes. The warriors were defeated without a loss among
the whites, while the Indians lost several men, including the chief.
After that the red men remained away from that territory for many years
to come.
As soon as peace was firmly established, other traders flocked to the
Ohio, followed by regular settlers. Many of the posts were valuable, but
none more so than that belonging to the Morrises. More than this, James
Morris and Dave dealt fairly by all who wished to do business with them,
be they whites or Indians, and as a consequence they soon established a
reputation that was known far and wide. The very best skins and furs
were offered to them, and they began to make money rapidly.
“How things have changed since first we came out here,” said Dave one
day. “And what a number of events have happened since then!”
“Let us be thankful that all has ended well,” replied his father. “Many
have suffered deeply, while we have escaped.”
“I am thankful,” said Dave, reverently. “Very thankful indeed!”
White Buffalo, who stood near, nodded his head slowly.
“The Great Spirit has watched over us all,” said he. “Blessed be the
Great Spirit, both of the white man and of the Indians.”
THE END
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_Or American Boys in Brazil_
=300 pages= =12mo= =Illustrated by A. B. Shute= =Price $1.25=
An absorbing tale of sight-seeing and adventures in Brazil. The five
boys and their tutor travel the whole seacoast from Rio de Janeiro to
Para, and then move up the Amazon into the rubber country and beyond.
The volume is filled with pen pictures of life as it exists in Brazil
to-day, and will be heartily enjoyed by all young people.
The Pan-American Series by Edward Stratemeyer has been declared by
the boys of this country to be the most up-to-date of all reading
for the young. Filled with action and good fellowship.—_Waverley
Magazine._
VOLUME FIVE
_TREASURE SEEKERS OF THE ANDES_
_Or American Boys in Peru_
=310 pages= =Illustrated by Charles Nuttall= =Price $1.25=
This volume takes the young explorers from the head of the Amazon River
to the coast of Peru and then into the mighty snow-topped mountains. One
of the boys obtains possession of a secret regarding a Spanish treasure
and, with a companion, goes in quest of the same, and both get lost in a
series of caves. The volume is up-to-date and will please both young and
old.
Mr. Stratemeyer has acquired the art of weaving a good deal of solid
information with his web of startling adventure.—_San Francisco
Bulletin._
COLONIAL SERIES
By EDWARD STRATEMEYER
FIRST VOLUME
_WITH WASHINGTON IN THE WEST_
_Or a Soldier Boy’s Battles in the Wilderness_
=Illustrated by A. B. Shute= =302 pages= =$1.25=
Mr. Stratemeyer has woven into an excellent story something of
Washington’s youthful experience as a surveyor, leading on to the always
thrilling Braddock’s defeat. The hero, David Morris, is several years
younger than Washington, with whom he becomes intimately associated.
Pictures of pioneer life are given; scenes with friendly Indians; and
old-time games.
SECOND VOLUME
_MARCHING ON NIAGARA_
_Or The Soldier Boys of the Old Frontier_
=Illustrated by A. B. Shute= =Price $1.25=
The story relates the doings of two young soldiers who join the Colonial
forces in a march on Fort Niagara, during the time of the war with
France, when the whole territory between the Blue Ridge and the Great
Lakes was in a state of unrest. Many side lights are thrown into the
colonial homes, and much useful information is given of the pioneers who
helped to make our country what it is to-day.
David Morris is a fine fellow, and about him is woven a fine “Injun”
story that is sure to delight the boys.—_Universalist Leader,
Boston._
THIRD VOLUME
_AT THE FALL OF MONTREAL_
_Or a Soldier Boy’s Final Victory_
=Illustrated by A. B. Shute= =Price $1.25=
This volume relates the adventures of Dave Morris and his cousin Henry
during the two last campaigns against the French for the possession of
Canada and the territory below the great lakes. The scaling of the
heights of Quebec under General Wolfe, and the memorable battle on the
Plains of Abraham, are given in detail. There are many stirring scenes
of battle, and there are also adventures while fishing and hunting, and
with the Indians.
The chief charm of Mr. Stratemeyer’s stories lies in the fact that
an enormous quantity of valuable information, collected from the
most reliable sources, is deftly woven into the narrative without
taking away from the interest.—_Philadelphia Inquirer._
FOURTH VOLUME
_ON THE TRAIL OF PONTIAC_
_Or Pioneer Boys of the Ohio_
=Illustrated by A. B. Shute= =Price $1.25=
This volume tells of times in our country immediately after the war with
France for the possession of Canada. A fight with the Indians and the
French in a snowstorm is especially realistic, and the entire book
carries with it the atmosphere of colonial times.
Boys are attracted to stories by Edward Stratemeyer, and they will
enjoy “On the Trail of Pontiac.”—_Plain Dealer, Cleveland, O._
VOLUME FIVE
_THE FORT IN THE WILDERNESS_
_Or The Soldier Boys of the Indian Trails_
=306 pages= =Illustrated by A. B. Shute= =Price $1.25=
This story is one of the best tales of Colonial days penned by this
favorite author for young people. A central figure is the noted Indian
warrior, Pontiac, and the particulars are given of the rise and fall of
that awful conspiracy against the whites, which will never be forgotten,
and vivid pen pictures are given of fights in and around the forts and
at a trading post on the Ohio.
VOLUME SIX
_TRAIL AND TRADING POST_
_Or The Young Hunters of the Ohio_
=320 pages= =Illustrated= =Price $1.25=
A fine closing volume to this deservingly popular series. Here we again
meet the Morris boys, and many other friends. The plot centres about the
possession of a certain trading post on the Ohio River at a time just
previous to the Revolution, and there are some encounters with the
unfriendly Indians and with some Frenchmen who wished to claim the post
as their own.
There are few authors whose books have so wide and so thoroughly
satisfactory a reading as those by Mr. Stratemeyer.—_Courier,
Boston._
GOOD BOOKS FOR BOYS
By EDWARD STRATEMEYER
_TWO YOUNG LUMBERMEN_
_Or From Maine to Oregon for Fortune_
=320 pages= =Cloth= =Illustrated= =Price $1.25=
A splendid story, the scene shifting from Maine to Michigan and the
Great Lakes, and then to the Columbia and the Great Northwest. The
heroes are two sturdy youths who have been brought up among the
lumbermen of their native State, and who strike out in an honest
endeavor to better their condition. An ideal volume for every wide-awake
American who wishes to know what our great lumber industry is to-day.
Mr. Stratemeyer’s books are not only entertaining but
instructive.—_Daily Press, Portland, Me._
Profitable reading for its information concerning a great American
industry.—_Outlook, New York._
The book is an excellent one for youngsters.—_Republican,
Springfield, Mass._
A rattling good story.—_Herald, Baltimore, Md._
Mr. Stratemeyer is able to give an air of reality to his work which
commends it.—_Chicago News._
_BETWEEN BOER AND BRITON_
_Or Two Boys’ Adventures in South Africa_
=Illustrated by A. Burnham Shute= =354 pages= =Price $1.25=
Relates the experiences of two boys, cousins to each other, one American
and the other English, whose fathers are engaged in the Transvaal, one
in farming and the other in mining operations. While the two boys are
off on a hunting trip after big game the war between the Boers and
Britons suddenly breaks out, and while endeavoring to rejoin their
parents the boys find themselves placed between hostile armies.
A stirring story of the South African War.—_The Journal,
Indianapolis, Ind._
Mr. Stratemeyer certainly gets right next to the boys’ heart in his
excellent stories of adventure.—_News, Providence, R. I._
The author is one of the most accomplished writers for the
young.—_San Francisco Chronicle._
Both Sides of the Great Civil War
_DEFENDING HIS FLAG_
_Or A Boy in Blue and a Boy in Gray_
By Edward Stratemeyer
=431 pages= =Eight full-page illustrations by Griswold Tyng=
=Beautifully bound in colors and gold= =Price $1.50=
This tale relates the adventures of two boys, or rather young men,
during the first campaign of our great Civil War. One enlists in the
infantry of the North, while the other throws in his fortunes with the
cavalry of the South. Of the story Mr. Stratemeyer himself says:
“In writing this work I have had but one object in view, and that
was to give a faithful picture of a part of the Civil War as seen
from both sides of that never-to-be-forgotten conflict. During the
war, and for years afterward, grown folk and young people were
treated to innumerable books on the subject, all written from either
the Northern or the Southern point of view, thoroughly biased, and
calculated to do more harm than good. I think the time has come when
the truth, and the whole truth at that, can be told, and when it
will do positive good. Since the Spanish-American War, when some of
the gallant Southern officers and men made such records for
themselves under Old Glory, the old lines have been practically
wiped out. The reconstructed South is as firm a part of our nation
as was the old South during the first half of the last century, and
it has a perfect right to honor the memories of those who, while
wearing the gray and marching under the stars and bars, fought so
gallantly for what they considered was right and true.”
The mantle of Henty, as a writer of books of history and travel for
boys, seems to have fallen on Mr. Stratemeyer.—_Zion’s Herald,
Boston._
Everybody knows that Edward Stratemeyer is the most widely read of
all living American writers for boys.—_Dispatch, Pittsburg, Pa._
American Boys’ Biographical Series
By EDWARD STRATEMEYER
VOLUME ONE
_AMERICAN BOYS’_
_LIFE OF WILLIAM McKINLEY_
=300 pages= =Illustrated by A. B. Shute and from Photographs=
=$1.25=
Here is told the whole story of McKinley’s boyhood days, his life at
school and at college, his work as a school teacher, his glorious career
in the army, his struggles to obtain a footing as a lawyer, his efforts
as a Congressman and a Governor, and lastly his prosperous career as our
President, all told in a style particularly adapted to boys and young
men. The book is full of interesting anecdotes, all taken from life,
showing fully the sincere, honest, painstaking efforts of a life cut all
too short. The volume will prove an inspiration to all boys and young
men, and should be in every library.
For nearly a year Mr. Stratemeyer has been gathering material and
giving careful study to the life of the young William, his
childhood, his boyhood, and all his inspiring and romantic history.
The story was nearing its end when the awful finale came and tragedy
ended the drama of President McKinley’s life.—_New York Journal._
VOLUME TWO
_AMERICAN BOYS’ LIFE OF_
_THEODORE ROOSEVELT_
=300 pages= =12mo= =Illustrated from Photographs= =$1.25=
[Illustration]
This excellent work for young people covers the whole life of our
strenuous executive, as schoolboy, college student, traveler, author,
hunter and ranchman, as assemblyman, as civil service commissioner, as
Assistant Secretary of the Navy, as a daring rough rider, as Governor of
New York, and lastly as President. Full of stories taken from real life
and fold in a manner to interest both young and old.
We unreservedly recommend Mr. Stratemeyer’s books for boys. They are
wholesome, accurate as to historical details, and always
interesting.—_Boston Times._
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TRANSCRIBER’S NOTES
1. P. 2, changed “there any unfriendly Indians” to “there are any
unfriendly Indians”.
2. Silently corrected typographical errors and variations in spelling.
3. Archaic, non-standard, and uncertain spellings retained as printed.
4. Enclosed italics font in _underscores_.
5. Enclosed bold font in =equals=.
End of Project Gutenberg's Trail and Trading Post, by Edward Stratemeyer