PONTIAC DECLARES WAR
Although Gladwyn caused half of his force to be kept under arms that
night, and doubled his sentries, nothing occurred to disturb the
settlement. In the morning, as the rising sun dispelled the fleecy
mist-clouds from above the river, a fleet of canoes was seen crossing
from the eastern shore. These effected a landing at some distance
above the fort, and soon afterwards the wide, open common behind it was
animated by the presence of hundreds of Indians. There were stately
warriors in paint and blankets, young braves stripped to the
waist-cloth for a game of ball, maidens whose cheeks were ruddy with
vermilion, robed in embroidered and beaded garments of fawn skin, and
naked children, frolicking like so many puppies. Save in the
occasional scowling face and preoccupied air of some dark-browed
warrior, and a slow but noticeable gathering of these near the
principal gate of the fort, there was nothing to arouse suspicion or
indicate that these visitors had any save the most friendly feelings
toward the whites.
Pontiac having sent word to Major Gladwyn that he desired to meet the
white chief in council, about ten o'clock the Indian leader and some
sixty of his principal men were seen approaching in single file from
the direction of the bridge across Parent's creek, a mile and a half
north of the fort. As they drew near the great gateway, it was noticed
that in spite of the heat of the day every warrior was wrapped to the
chin in his gayly colored blanket. The faces of all were streaked with
ochre, vermilion, white, and black paint, while from their scalp-locks
depended plumes of eagle, hawk, or turkey feathers, indicative of their
rank or prowess in battle.
As the great gate was swung open to admit this barbaric procession,
they entered the fort with stately tread and in grave silence, led by
the mighty chief, who, with proudly lifted head and flashing eyes,
looked every inch a forest king. Suddenly he started, uttered a deep
ejaculation, and half turned as though to retreat. On either side of
the street down which he must pass to the council-house was drawn up a
motionless line of red-coated soldiers. Above them their fixed
bayonets glinted ominously in the bright sunlight. Behind them every
house was closed, and at the street corners stood groups of stalwart
fur traders, surrounded by their half-savage employees, all armed to
the teeth. In all these rigid figures there was a grim air of
determination, though no sound was to be heard save the measured
throbbing of an unseen drum.
It is no wonder that Pontiac started. In a single glance he saw that
he had been betrayed and that his plan was known. Still, his
hesitation was but momentary and hardly noticed ere with immobile face
he resumed his march toward the great council-house that stood near the
water's edge, on the further side of the town. As the procession of
fierce warriors, decked in the fullest glory of savage habiliment,
moved slowly down the street, frightened faces gazed furtively at them
from behind half-closed blinds, while the regular tap of the unseen
drum seemed to assume an angrier tone, as though impatient to break
forth in the furious rattle of a "charge."
In the council-house the Indians found Gladwyn and his officers seated
in a semicircle at the upper end, waiting to receive them. They also
noted that each of these, besides being in full uniform, wore his sword
and a brace of pistols. At this additional evidence of the discovery
of their design, and that they had placed themselves completely within
the enemy's power, the warriors exchanged uneasy glances, and seemed
inclined to make a rush for the door rather than seat themselves on the
mats prepared for them.
"Why," demanded Pontiac, "do I see so many of my white brother's young
men standing outside with guns in their hands?"
Gladwyn replied that it was customary for his soldiers to go through
with an armed drill every day.
When the Indians were finally seated, one of them filled, lighted, and
handed to Pontiac the great chief's own superb calumet. Its red stone
bowl, which held a quarter of a pound of tobacco, was carved with rare
skill, and its long stem was curiously inlaid with shell-work, besides
being ornamented with quills and feathers. After each member of the
council, white as well as red, beginning with Gladwyn, had slowly drawn
a whiff from this mighty calumet, and it came again to Pontiac, he rose
and said:--
"In token of the peace which I desire shall always exist between the
red man and his white brother I now present this pipe to these friends,
that they may keep it forever. That its message may be heard with open
ears, I deliver it to the care of the oldest among you, to him whose
hair is white with the wisdom of many years."
Thus saying, the chief stepped forward and laid the gorgeous calumet
across the knees of Major Hester, while a grunt of approbation came
from the throats of those behind him. Gladwyn, who alone of the
assembled whites knew the meaning of this act, cast a startled and
suspicious glance at the veteran soldier thus singled out for some
other fate than death, while the recipient himself was noticeably
embarrassed by the incident.
But the attention of all was immediately occupied by other things.
Holding a splendid belt of wampum in his hands, Pontiac was now
addressing Gladwyn with the eloquence for which he was so justly famed.
He recounted the many outrages suffered by his people at the hands of
the English, and especially their fur traders. Against these he
demanded protection. He spoke for nearly an hour, during which time
his every gesture was keenly watched by the English officers, who
feared that in spite of their precautions he might still attempt some
desperate move.
Pontiac was in a dilemma. It was customary at the close of a speech to
present the belt of wampum, which the speaker always held, to him who
was expected to reply. To omit this formality would be equivalent to a
declaration of war. It had been understood that his followers were to
fall upon the English officers the moment he should make this
presentation, and there had been no opportunity to alter this
prearranged programme. So the great chief hesitated, held out the
fatal belt, and then made a motion as though to withdraw it. Gladwyn
extended his hand. As he did so, there came a rattling clash of arms
from a passageway at the lower end of the hall and a deafening din of
drums.
Pontiac started, dropped the belt of wampum, thrust a hand within his
blanket, as though to draw a weapon, reconsidered, folded his arms, and
stood motionless. In an instant all was again silent, and Gladwyn rose
to address the council as though nothing out of the ordinary had
happened.
He told the Indians that he would consider their grievances, and would
do all that lay in his power to afford them protection, so long as they
deserved it. At the same time he threatened them with a terrible
punishment should they undertake to remedy their wrongs by any act of
aggression against the whites. Then he dismissed the council, and the
crestfallen warriors were allowed to leave the fort. Before departing,
Pontiac notified the English commander that he should come again in a
few days for another talk; but Gladwyn only turned contemptuously away,
without deigning a reply.
Two days later the common behind the fort was again thronged with
Indians, representing four tribes, and from out the throng Pontiac
again approached the gate. It was barred against him, and when he
demanded admittance, Gladwyn himself replied, ordering him to begone,
as neither he nor his rabble would again be received.
Furious with rage, the chief strode away, and ordered his warriors to
withdraw beyond gunshot, but to see that no Englishman was allowed to
leave the fort. Then launching a canoe he crossed the river to his own
village, which he ordered to be removed to the western bank.
While he was thus occupied, his infuriated followers were engaged in
the murder and scalping of two English families who dwelt beyond reach
of the fort. That night the inmates of Detroit, armed and sleepless,
listened with heavy hearts to the doleful sounds of the scalp dance,
mingled with the exulting yells of the war dance, and while prepared to
sell their lives as dearly as possible, wondered how long their frail
defences would withstand the fierce onset which they momentarily
expected would be made against them.
Daylight found many of them, exhausted by the night's vigil, dozing at
their posts. Suddenly the blood-curdling war-whoop arose from all
sides at once, a rattling volley of rifle-shots pattered against the
palisades, and a swarm of yelling, naked figures leaped from the
surrounding obscurity. It seemed as though the impetuous assault must
succeed from mere force of numbers, for the Indians were counted by
hundreds, while the whites were but a handful.