THE MAJOR RE-ENTERS ACTIVE SERVICE
On the breaking out of the French war, Major Hester accepted his
friend's invitation to remove his family to Johnson Hall, and make that
his home during the troublous times that would render Tawtry House an
unsafe place of residence. This he did the more readily on account of
his wife's health, which was so precarious that, while the major was
confident he could defend his forest fortress against any ordinary
attack, he feared lest the excitement of such an affair might prove too
much for the frail woman who was dearer to him than life.
Alas for his precautions! During the wearisome eastward journey, the
travellers were drenched by a fierce storm of rain and hail that was
followed by a chilling wind. So furious was the tempest that it was
impossible to wholly protect the invalid from it, and in less than a
week thereafter the noisy bustle of Johnson Hall was silenced for an
hour by her funeral. So deeply did the rugged soldier feel his loss,
that he vowed he would never again set foot in the house that had been
hers, and that, as soon as he could make provision for his children, he
would seek in battle for the king, that reunion with his loved one that
death alone could grant.
The children thus deprived of a mother's tender care were Donald, now a
sturdy lad of twelve years, and Edith, a dainty little maiden two years
younger. The former was wise beyond his years in forest lore, which he
had eagerly imbibed from the tuition of that master of woodcraft,
Truman Flagg. At the same time he was sadly deficient in a knowledge
of books and many other things that go to make up the education of a
gentleman. Him, therefore, the major decided to send to New York to be
fitted for the college then known as "King's," but afterwards famous
under the name of "Columbia."
Against this decision the lad raised strenuous objections, declaring
that his sole ambition was to become a soldier, and that such a one
could learn to fight without the aid of books.
"True, my son, so he can, after a fashion," replied the major, gravely.
"But, in the art of war, as in every other art, all our teachings come
from those who have preceded us, and the most important of these are
recorded in the books they have left for our consideration. Again, as
the soldier of to-day is the modern representative of the chivalrous
knight of olden time, he must needs be a gentleman, and an uneducated
gentleman would be as sorry a spectacle as an unarmed soldier in
battle. So, my dear boy, accept thy fate kindly and make a soldier's
fight against the enemy named ignorance. Upon the day of thy
graduation from King's College, if my influence can compass it, which I
doubt not it can, a commission in one of His Majesty's American
regiments shall await thy acceptance. I shall send our little lass
with thee, and both she and thyself will be entertained in the
household of Madam Rothsay, the widow of a dear friend of mine, who has
agreed to receive you and fulfil, so far as may be, a mother's duty
toward my motherless children."
The major escorted his children as far as Albany, where he embarked
them, together with the Scotch nurse who had cared for both of them
from their birth, on board a packet-sloop that should carry them to
their new house. Having thus made provision for the welfare of his
dear ones, the lonely man proceeded to fulfil the destiny he had
planned by joining as a volunteer aid the army which, under General
Johnson, was charged with the capture of Crown Point on Lake Champlain.
In this campaign it was largely owing to Major Hester's soldierly
knowledge and tactical skill that the French army, under Baron Dieskau,
which had advanced as far as the southern end of Lake George, was
defeated. For this victory Sir William Johnson was raised to a
baronetcy and presented with a purse of five thousand pounds.
Through the war Major Hester fought with one army or another, always in
the forefront of battle, as he was a leader in council; but never
finding the boon of death which he craved. At length he stood with
Wolfe on the lofty Plain of Abraham, and in the fall of Quebec
witnessed the fatal blow to French power in America. In all this time
he had never returned to the forest house that he had last looked upon
in company with his beloved wife. Whether his resolution not to visit
it would have lived to the end can never be known, for in the second
year of the war a marauding party from an army, which, under Montcalm,
had just captured and destroyed Oswego, reached Tawtry House and burned
it to the ground.
After the surrender of Canada, Major Hester visited his children in New
York City. Here he found his boy, grown almost beyond recognition,
domiciled in the new King's College building, then just completed, and
doing well in his studies, but keenly regretting that the war was ended
without his participation. The white-haired soldier also found his
daughter, Edith, now fifteen years of age, budding into a beautiful
womanhood, and bearing so strong a resemblance to her mother that he
gazed at her with mixed emotions of pain and delight.
During his stay in the city, the major was frequently consulted upon
military affairs by the English commander-in-chief, Sir Jeffry Amherst,
who finally begged him to accompany the expedition which he was about
to send into the far west, under the redoubtable Colonel Rogers, of
ranger fame, to receive the surrender of the more distant French posts.
"Rogers is impetuous, and needs a man of your experience to serve as a
balance-wheel," said Sir Jeffry. "Besides, I want some one of your
ability and knowledge of Indian affairs to take command of Detroit, the
principal settlement and most important trading-post in the west. So,
Hester, if you will accept this duty, you will not only be serving the
king, but doing me a great personal favor as well."
Willing to continue for a while longer in active service, and having no
other plan, Major Hester accepted Sir Jeffry's offer, and set forth on
his long journey, joining Rogers at Fort Niagara, where, with the aid
of cranes and ox-teams, the rangers were laboriously transporting their
heavy whale-boats over the steep portage around the great cataract.
At length the little flotilla was again launched, and as it skirted the
southern shore of Lake Erie, its every movement was watched by the keen
eyes of Indian scouts, concealed in dense forest coverts, and reported
in detail to the chief of that country; for never before had a body of
British troops ventured so far into the interior. Finally, in one of
their camps the rangers were visited by an imposing array of Indian
sachems, headed by the great chief himself, who demanded the reason of
their presence in his country.
When Rogers, in reply, had stated the nature of his business, the chief
began a speech, in which he forbade the further advance of the English.
Suddenly his eye rested upon Major Hester, who had just left his tent
to attend the council. The speech of the Indian came to an abrupt
pause, and gazing fixedly at the white-haired officer, he inquired if
he were not the chief who dwelt in the great house of the two trees in
the land of the Senecas.
"I did dwell there," replied the major, greatly surprised at the
question.
"Does my brother of the two-tree house wish to journey through the
country of the Ottawas?" demanded the chieftain.
"Certainly, I do," was the reply.
"For peace or for war?" queried the savage, laconically.
"For peace," answered Major Hester. "The war is ended, and we do but
journey to take peaceable possession of those forts which the French
have given over to the English."
"Ugh! It is good! Let my white brother travel in peace, for Pontiac
knows that his tongue is straight, and that what he says must be true
words."
With this the haughty chieftain, followed by his savage retinue, left
the camp, and not another Indian was seen until Detroit was reached,
though, as was afterwards learned, a strong body of Pontiac's warriors
had awaited them at the mouth of the Detroit river, and were only
restrained from attacking the flotilla by their leader's express
command.
Neither Major Hester nor Colonel Rogers knew what to make of this
curious behavior on the part of the powerful Indian who had evidently
been determined to oppose their progress. The former could not recall
ever having seen him or held intercourse with him, though, after he
assumed command of Fort Detroit, Pontiac paid him frequent visits, and
always evinced a strong friendship for the honest soldier, who
invariably treated him and his people with consideration and fairness.
Frequently, too, Pontiac complained to the major of the outrages
perpetrated by other English commanders, their brutal soldiers, and the
horde of reckless traders who swarmed through the country. He declared
that if they were continued, the Indians would rise against their
oppressors and sweep them from the face of the earth.
Fully appreciating the state of affairs, but powerless to alter it for
the better, save in his own jurisdiction, Major Hester appealed to Sir
William Johnson, begging him to visit the western country and use his
powerful influence to quiet the growing discontent. This Sir William
did with great pomp and ceremony in 1761, finding himself just in time
to quell, by lavish presents and still more lavish promises, a general
uprising of the Algonquin tribes. The peaceful relations thus
established lasted but a short time, however, and within a year the
aggressions of the whites had become more pronounced, and the situation
of the Indians more desperate than ever. Pontiac had disappeared from
the vicinity of Detroit, and for many months Major Hester had not seen
him. At the same time he was well informed of the cruelties practised
upon the natives, and foresaw that they could not much longer be
restrained from retaliating in their own bloody fashion. Being
unwilling to fight on the side of injustice and oppression, he at
length prayed Sir Jeffry Amherst to relieve him from his command. This
request was granted, and late in 1762 he was succeeded by Major
Gladwyn, an officer with a brave record as a fighter and unhampered by
any troublesome consideration of the rights or wrongs of Indians.
Although thus relieved of his command, certain duties arose to detain
Major Hester for several months at Detroit; and the momentous spring of
1763 found him still an inmate of that frontier post.