ON THE OFFENSIVE
Boone, Kenton, Henry, Sol, and Ross were returning in the night through
the forest. They had stolen near enough to the Indian camp to see
something of what had occurred, and now and then a word of the speech of
Timmendiquas had reached them. But they did not need to see everything
or to hear everything. They were too familiar with all the signs to make
any mistake, and they knew that the savage horde was preparing for
another great attack.
"I was hopin'," said Daniel Boone, "that they'd go away, but I didn't
have any faith in my hope. They think they've got to hit hard to keep us
back, an' they're right. I s'pose these are the finest huntin' grounds
in the world, an' I wouldn't want to give them up, either."
"The attack led by Timmendiquas will be most determined," said Henry.
"What do you think we ought to do, Mr. Boone?"
"Hit first, an' hit with all our might," said Boone with emphasis. "Mr.
Colfax is takin' ammunition to the east, but he's got to use some of it
here."
A happy thought occurred to Henry.
"They had cannon, which we sunk," he said, "and of course they've got a
lot of ammunition for these guns left. What if we should capture it? It
would more than make up for what he will have to expend."
"And why couldn't we raise them guns?" said Shif'less Sol. "It ain't
likely that the explosion tore 'em up much, jest sunk 'em, an' even ef
they wuz dented about a bit they could be fixed up all right."
"That is certainly worth thinkin' about," said Boone. "We must lay that
notion before Adam Colfax and Major Braithwaite. If the guns are raised
it ought to be done to-night."
They hurried toward the spot where they had left their canoe, but they
did not forget caution. Their message was too important for the
messengers to be caught by scouting Indian bands. They trod softly, and
stopped at frequent intervals to listen, hearing now and then the hoot
of owl or whine of wolf. They knew that the warriors were signaling to
one another, but they felt equally sure that these signals had no
reference to themselves, and they pressed steadily on until they came to
the river.
They found their canoe untouched, and rowed out into the middle of the
stream, where they stopped at Daniel Boone's command.
"You know just where them boats were when you sunk 'em?" he said to
Henry.
Henry pointed to a spot upon the water.
"It was within three feet of that place," he replied. "I'd stake
anything upon it."
"Then it'll 'pear strange to me if they don't belong to us before
mornin'," said Boone. "The fleet has all kinds of men, an' some of 'em
will know about raisin' things out of water. What do you say, Simon?"
"Why, that them cannon are just as good as ours already," replied Kenton
with energy.
Boone laughed softly.
"Always the same Simon," he said. "You see a thing that ought to be
done, an' to you it's as good as done. I don't know but that it's well
for a man to feel that way. It helps him over a heap of rough places."
The boat resumed the passage, and without interruption reached the
further shore, where they hid it again, and then entered the woods on
their way to the fort.
"All of us must talk mighty strong about this attack," said Boone. "We
must hit while we're all together, an' we must make Adam Colfax and
Major Braithwaite feel the truth of what we're sayin'. If the Indians
have the biggest force that was ever gathered here, so have we, an' that
mustn't be forgot."
Daniel Boone spoke with great emphasis. His usually mild voice rose a
little, and his words came forth sharp and strong. Henry felt that he
told the truth, a truth most important, and he resolved, boy though he
was, to second the famous woodsman's words, with all his power.
They reached the fort without incident, noticing with pleasure that
communication between fort and fleet was still sustained by a strong
double line of sentinels. Daniel Boone asked at once for a conference
with Adam Colfax and Major Braithwaite, and it was held in the chief
room of a great, double log house, the largest in the place. Besides the
two commanders, the five, Drouillard, Thrale, Lyon, Cole, Wilmot, and
several others of importance were present. Boone, as became his
experience and fame, was the first spokesman, and he laid before the
commanders and their lieutenants all that the party had seen and heard.
He urged with great vigor the necessity of attack. He believed that they
would have a much greater chance of victory if they struck first instead
of standing on the defensive, and he spoke, also, of the cannon in the
river, and the ammunition for them in the Indian camp. If they were
successful, the ammunition taken from the Indians would more than fill
the place of that used by the fleet in the battle. The eyes of Adam
Colfax glowed appreciatively at the mention of the cannon.
"It would be a great thing for us," he said, "if we could arrive at
Pittsburgh with more cannon than we started with at New Orleans. We've
got divers and the best of boatmen in our fleet, and I'm in favor of
going out at once to salvage those guns."
"An' do we attack?" asked Boone persistently. "Remember there is a great
treasure in the Indian camp, the ammunition they brought for the guns,
which you can take with you to Pittsburgh. The harder we strike now the
better it will be for us hereafter."
The stern face of Adam Colfax began to work. The battle light came into
his eyes.
"I'm a good member of the church," he said, "and I'm a man of peace,
that is, I want to be, though it seems to me that Providence has often
set my feet in other ways, and I believe that what you tell us, Mr.
Boone, is true. If we don't strike hard at this chief Timmendiquas and
his men, they will strike hard at us. I shall put it to the men in my
fleet; if they favor it we will go. What do you say about yours, Major?"
Major George Augustus Braithwaite looked at the men about him, and the
battle light came into his eyes, also.
"It shan't be said, Mr. Colfax, that my men stayed behind when yours
were willing to go. I shall take the vote, and if they say fight--and
they certainly will say it--we go with you."
Messengers hurried forth and polled the two camps. An overwhelming
majority were in favor of making the attack. In the fleet the men, used
to danger and loving it as the breath of their nostrils, were
practically unanimous. But Adam Colfax and Major Braithwaite agreed to
drag first for the cannon.
At three in the morning a dozen boats went forth upon the river. They
contained the two commanders, Boone, Kenton, Henry, and others, besides
the divers and the men with grappling hooks. It was a dark night, and,
in addition, Simon Kenton and a dozen good men went upon the northern
shore to search the woods for a watching enemy.
Henry and Seth Cole were in the boat with Adam Colfax and Major
Braithwaite, and the two sought to mark the exact spot upon the water at
which the cannon had been sunk. This might seem a most difficult task,
but the last detail of that eventful night had been photographed upon
Henry's mind. It seemed to him that he could remember, within a foot,
the exact spot at which the guns had gone beneath the current of the
Ohio.
"It is here," he said to Adam Colfax, and the scout nodded. All the
boats anchored, and the divers dropped silently into the muddy stream.
Henry watched eagerly, and in a minute or so they came up sputtering.
Their hands had touched nothing but the bottom. Adam Colfax and Major
Braithwaite looked disappointed, but both Henry and the scout insisted
that it was the right place.
"Try again," said Adam Colfax, and the divers went down a second time.
The last of them to come up looked over the side of their boat, and when
he wiped the water from his eyes, triumph showed there.
"They are here," he said. "I touched one of them. It is sunk in the mud,
but we can raise it."
They uttered a little suppressed cry of triumph, and presently the
divers touched the other, also. The grappling hooks were sent down, and
those in the boats watched eagerly to see if the cannon could be raised.
Every big gun was precious in those early days of war, and if Adam
Colfax could add two such prizes to those he already had on the fleet he
would be repaid for much that they had suffered on their great voyage.
The hooks at last took hold. The gun was lifted two or three feet, but
it slipped from their grasp and buried itself deeper than ever in the
mud. A second trial was made with a like result, but the third was more
successful, and the gun was lifted from the water. It came, muzzle
first, presenting a grinning mouth like some sea monster, but the
suppressed little cry of triumph broke forth again as the cannon was
loaded, with toil and perspiration, upon one of the larger boats. Their
joy increased when they saw that it was practically unharmed, and that
it would be indeed a valuable addition to their armament.
Salvage was also made of the second gun, which was damaged somewhat, but
not so much that the armorers of the fleet could not put it in perfect
condition within a week. Fortunately they were not interrupted in their
task, and when Kenton and the scouts rejoined them, and they started
back to Fort Prescott, Adam Colfax and Major Braithwaite shook hands in
mutual congratulation.
"I never expected to pick up two good guns in this manner," said Adam
Colfax. "Suppose you mount them upon your own walls until we are ready
to go."
Henry, Ross, and Shif'less Sol, after sleeping through the morning
hours, were joined by Paul and Long Jim, and spent the afternoon in
scouting. They crossed the Ohio in a canoe some distance below the fort,
and once more entered the deep woods, bearing back in a northeasterly
direction toward the Indian camp. Here Henry and the shiftless one went
forward alone, leaving the others to wait for them.
They did not dare approach near enough to the camp to observe with
minuteness what was going on, but they saw that a great stir was in
progress. Fresh detachments of warriors from the Shawnees and Miamis had
arrived, but the Wyandots, the least numerous of them all, still held
the first place. The palm for courage, energy, and ability was yet
conceded to them and their great chief, Timmendiquas, by all the rest.
"I don't think they'll be ready to move against us again for about two
days," said the shiftless one.
"And we'll strike before then," said Henry. "They won't be suspecting
such a movement by us, for one reason, because a river is between."
"That's so," said Sol, "an' they've been doin' so much attackin'
themselves that they won't think about our takin' the job from 'em."
They returned with their news, and at midnight the white army started
forth on its great but hazardous attempt. The night was fairly clear,
with a good moon and many stars, and the departure from the fort was in
silence, save for the sobbing of the women and children over those whom
they might never see again.
It was a formidable little army that issued from the southern gate of
the fort, the one away from the river, perhaps the strongest that had
yet been gathered in the west, and composed of many diverse elements,
the Kentuckians who had been Kentuckians only a year or two, the wild
hunters of Boone and Kenton, the rivermen, a few New Englanders, French
and Spanish creoles, and men from different parts of Europe. It was a
picturesque group without much semblance of military discipline, but
with great skill, courage, and willingness in forest warfare.
Every man carried a long-barreled rifle, and they were armed in addition
with pistols, tomahawks, and knives. The cannon were left behind as too
unwieldy for their purpose. Adam Colfax, Major Braithwaite, Gregory
Wilmot, Thrale, Lyon, Cole, Drouillard, and the other lieutenants were
at the head of the little army, and Boone, Kenton, the five, and at
least fifteen more were in advance or on the flanks as scouts and
skirmishers. The five, as usual, were close together.
The army marched southward about a half mile, and then, turning, marched
parallel with the river about two miles, in order to hide their
movements from lurking Indian scouts. The fleet, meanwhile, dropped down
the Ohio, clinging closely to the shadows of the western shore.
The five were rather grave as they walked ahead of the army, examining
every tree and bush for sign of a foe. None knew better than they the
dangers to which they were about to be exposed, and none knew better
than they the wilderness greatness of Timmendiquas.
"A lazy man always hez the most trouble," said Shif'less Sol in a
whisper to the others. "Mebbe ef he wuzn't so lazy he'd be lively 'nough
to git out o' the way o' trouble. I'm always takin' good resolutions,
resolvin' to mind my own business, which ain't large, an' which wouldn't
take much time, an' never keepin' 'em. I might be five hundred miles
from here, trappin' beaver an' peacefully takin' the lives of buffalo,
without much risk to my own, but here I am, trampin' through the woods
in the night an' kinder doubtful whether I'll ever see the sun rise
ag'in."
"Sol," said Long Jim, "I sometimes think you're the biggest liar the
world hez ever produced, an' that's sayin' a heap, when you think uv all
them history tales Paul hez told. You know you don't want to be off five
hundred miles from here trappin' innocent beaver an' shootin' the
unprincipled buffaler. You know you want to be right here with the rest
uv us, trappin' the Injuns, an' shootin' the renegades ef the chance
comes."
"Wa'al, I reckon you're right," said the shiftless one slowly, "but I do
wish it would come easier. Ef I could rest comf'table on my bed an' hev
'em driv up to me, I wouldn't mind it so much."
The march down the river was attended by little noise, considering the
number of men who made it, and at the appointed place they found the
fleet ready to take them on board. The scouts reported that the enemy
had not been seen, and they believed that the advance was still a
secret. But the crossing of the river would be a critical venture, and
all undertook it with anxious hearts.
They had come back to one of the narrowest parts of the pass that had
cost them so much, but no enemy was here now, and silently they
embarked. All the five, as usual, were in one boat. It had turned
somewhat darker, and they could not distinctly see the farther shore.
Their eyes were able to make out there only the black loom of the forest
and the cliffs. Their boat had oars, at which Tom Ross and Jim Hart were
pulling, while the others watched, and, being scouts, they were well
ahead of the rest of the fleet.
"S'pose," said Shif'less Sol, "them woods should be full o' warriors,
every one o' them waitin' to take a shot at us ez soon ez we came in
range? Wouldn't that be hurryin' to meet trouble a leetle too fast?"
"But I don't think the warriors are there," said Henry. "It was good
tactics to come down the river before crossing, and if Indian scouts
were out they must have been fooled."
"I'm hopin' with every breath I draw that what you say is true," said
Shif'less Sol.
Henry, as he spoke, kept his eyes on the dark loom of forest and shore.
He did not believe that an Indian band would be waiting for them there,
but he could not know. At any time a sheet of rifle fire might burst
from the woods, and the boat of the five would be the first to receive
it. But he would not show this feeling to his comrade. He sat rigidly
erect, his rifle across his knees, and nothing escaped his eyes, now
used to the darkness.
Henry looked back once and saw the great fleet following a little
distance behind and in ordered column, making no noise save for the
plash of oar, sweep, and paddle, and the occasional rattle of arms.
Talking had been forbidden, and no one attempted to break the rule.
They came closer and closer to the shore, and Henry searched the forest
with straining eyes. Nothing moved there. The night was windless, and
the branches did not stir. Nor did he hear any of the slight sounds
which a numerous party, despite its caution, must make.
"They ain't waitin' for us," said Shif'less Sol.
"We've give them the slip."
"You must be right, Sol," said Henry. "We're within range if they are
there, and they'd have fired before this time."
Ross and Jim sent the boat toward a little cove, and it struck upon the
narrow beach, with the woods still silent and no enemy appearing. Henry
leaped ashore, and was quickly followed by the others. Then they slipped
into the woods, reconnoitered carefully for a little while, finding
nothing hostile, and returned to the river.
The landing of the whole force destined for the attack was made rapidly,
and with but little noise. The boats, all with skeleton crews, swung
back into the stream, where they anchored, ready to receive the army if
it should be driven back.
Then the white force, led by Adam Colfax and Major Braithwaite, the
scouts going on ahead, plunged with high courage and great hopes into
the woods.