Slowly up the steep middle street of Albany walked the great, powerful
form of the Woodchuck, about the hour of noon. He was clothed in his
usual shaggy habiliments of the forest, with his rifle on his
shoulder, his hatchet and his knife in his belt. But his step had none
of the light activity of former times; and his face, which always had
a grave and sedate air, was now covered with heavy gloom. Altogether,
he was a very singular-looking man.
Though situated inland, and in one of the most central parts of the
provinces, the streets of Albany from time to time presented so many
strange figures of different kinds--Indians, negroes, half-breeds,
scouts, soldiers, sailors, Dutchmen, Englishmen, and hunters--that the
wanderer, however odd his appearance, attracted very little attention
as he went. Slowly he found his way up to the gates of the fort, and
easily obtained admission to the person he sought. He found him in a
mere barrack-room, with the simplest possible furniture, and no
ornament whatever to distinguish it as the dwelling of a man of rank.
The little camp-bed in one corner of the room, the plain deal table,
not even painted, at which he sat writing; the two or three hard
wooden stools, without backs, were all such as might have been used in
a camp, or carried with an army, without much adding to the
_impedimenta_; yet there was something about the young nobleman
himself which instantly informed a visitor that he was in the presence
of no common man. He turned his head as Woodchuck entered, and, as
soon as he perceived who it was, he nodded, saying, "Immediately,
immediately," and resumed his writing.
Captain Brooks drew a stool to some distance, and fixed his eyes first
of all upon the young soldier, seeming to examine his countenance and
form with great care. He then turned to another person whom the room
contained, and scanned him with thorough accuracy. He seemed to be an
Indian, if one might judge by complexion and features; yet he was
dressed like one of the followers of the British army. The sort of
hunting-tunic he wore was not the ordinary Ga-ka-ah, or Indian skirt,
but a mere sort of cloth frock with sleeves, fastened round his waist
by a leathern belt. It was of a peculiar colour, then very much worn
both by men and women, of the hue of dead leaves, and called philomot;
and on his head he wore a curious sort of cap of untanned leather,
much of the same hue. It was certainly a well-devised dress for the
purpose of concealing a wanderer through the woods in the autumn
season; but, as I have before said, it was assuredly not Indian; and
the long hair, though as black as jet, with a slight shading of
moustache upon the upper lip, showed that in all probability there was
some white blood in his veins, though not apparent on the surface. The
man had much of the Indian impassible gravity, however; and, though he
must have seen that he was undergoing a very severe scrutiny by the
eyes of Woodchuck, no movement of any of the muscles of the face
betrayed his consciousness, and he remained still and statue-like,
with his gaze turned earnestly forward upon Lord H----.
The nobleman soon concluded his letter, and, beckoning the man up,
placed it in his hands with some money.
"Take that to Mr. Prevost," he said, "and tell him, moreover, that I
shall myself be up to-morrow before nightfall."
"Stay a moment," interposed Woodchuck; "I may have something to say
too, that will make changes. I guess the half-breed had better wait
outside a bit."
"Go down to the guard-room," said Lord H----, turning to the man, "and
wait there till I send to you." Then, giving an inquiring look to
Woodchuck, he added, "He tells me he can reach Mr. Prevost's house
this night, if he sets out at once."
"To be sure he can," answered Woodchuck. "If he's the man I believe
him to be, he'd go half as fur agin."
The runner took not the slightest notice of the conversation regarding
himself and his own powers, nor, indeed, of the sort of intimation of
recognition uttered by Captain Brooks.
"Is not your name Proctor?" said Woodchuck, at last. "I guess it be,
though you look older since I saw you."
The other merely nodded his head; and Woodchuck continued, with a sort
of grunt of satisfaction,--
"That'll do; he can speak, my lord, though he never do, except at very
rare times. Them Ingian devils are as silent as snakes themselves; but
this man beats them all. I travelled some two hundred miles with him,
ten year or more agone, and never heard the sound of his voice in the
whole way but once, and then he said three words and a half, and
stopped."
"I know he can speak," said Lord H----, "for he told me how long he
would take to go. Go down, Mr. Proctor, as I told you, and wait in the
guard-room. You shall hear from me in a minute."
"He runs like a deer," said Woodchuck, as the man left the room, "but
his way is generally to trot on at a darnation swingeing sort of rate,
which does not seem to trouble his shanks at all; a sort of trot,
like, carries him through everything and over everything--brambles,
and bushes, and hills, and stones, and rocks, land or water, all the
same. I do believe he'd trot across the Hudson, without much knowing
or caring what was anything. The Indians call him Mungnokah; but, as
his father's father was an Englishman, we call him Proctor."
"But can he be relied upon?" asked Lord H----. "He was recommended to
me very strongly by General Webb, who employed him upon some difficult
services."
Woodchuck mused. "Webb's recommendation," he said, at length, "is not
worth much; for what would one give for any word out of the mouth of a
man who would suffer a gallant comrade to fall, and a noble garrison
to be butchered, without striking one stroke, or moving one step to
their assistance? But if I recollect right, this Proctor is the runner
who contrived to get through Montcalm's army and all the savage devils
that were with him, and carried poor Munro's despatches to Webb. What
became of the other one, nobody knows; but I guess we could find his
scalp, if we sought well amongst the Hurons. Yes, this must be the
man, I think; and if it be, you couldn't find a better. At all events,
you can trust him for holding his tongue, and that's something in a
runner. He wouldn't get up words enough in ten years to tell any
secret you wanted to keep. And now, general, I've come to talk with
you about what's to be done; and I think we had better settle that
before the man goes. He'll get to Prevost's to-night, if he stays
these two hours; and I guess we can settle sooner than that, for I've
thought the matter over, and made up my mind."
"And to what conclusion have you come?" asked Lord H----.
Brooks looked down, and rubbed his great hands upon his knees for a
moment, as if he hesitated to give the resolution he had formed, after
so painful a struggle, the confirmation of uttered words.
"Not a pleasant one," he said, at length--"not one easily hit upon, my
lord, but the only one--after all, the only one. I had a sore tussle
with the devil last night, and he's a strong enemy. But I beat
him--manful, hand to hand. He and I together, and no one to help
either of us."
The nobleman thought that his poor friend's wits were beginning to
wander a little; and, to lead him back from the diabolical encounter
he spoke of, he said, changing the subject abruptly, "I suppose I
could send no one better than this man Proctor?"
"I'll tell you what it is, Lord H----," answered Woodchuck, "I must go
myself. There's no one can save Walter Prevost but Brooks. He's the
man who must do it."
"And do you think it possible?" asked Lord H----, seeing the great
probability of his companion himself being captured by the Indians,
and yet hesitating whether he ought to say a word to deter him from
his purpose.
"I do think it possible," said Woodchuck, with a grim smile; "for you
see, if these Ingians get the man they want, they can't and darn't
take any other."
Lord H---- grasped the rough hand of the hunter, saying, in a tone of
much feeling, "You are indeed a noble-hearted man, Captain Brooks, if
I understand you rightly, to go and give yourself up to these savages,
to save your young friend. Nobody could venture to propose such a
thing to you, because his having fallen into their hands was not your
fault, and life is dear to every one; but--"
"Stay, stay, stay!" cried Woodchuck, "don't get along too fast. You've
said two or three things already that want an answer. As to life, it
is dear to every one; and I myself am such a fool, that I'd rather, by
a good bit, go lingering on here, amongst all this smoke, and dirt,
and dull houses, and rogues innumerable, than walk up there and be
tomahawked, which is but the matter of a moment after all; for them
Ingians isn't long about their work, and do it completely. Howsoever,
one always clings to Hope; and so I think that, if I can get up there
amongst the woods and trails that I know so well, I may perhaps find
out some means of saving the poor boy and my own life too; and, if I
can, I'll do it, for I'm not going to throw away my life like a bad
shilling. If I can't do it, why then I'll save his life, cost what it
will. I shall soon know all about it, when I get up there, for the
squaws are all good, kind-hearted critturs; and if I can get hold of
one of them, she'll be my scout soon enough, and fish out the truth
for me, as to where the boy is, and when they are going to make the
sacrifice. Lord bless you, they set about these things, them Ingians,
just as orderly as a trial at law. They'll do nothing in a hurry; and
so I shall have time to look about me, and see what's to be done
without risking Walter's life in the meanwhile. Then you see, my lord,
I've got this great advantage: I shall have a walk or two in my old
haunts, among them beautiful woods. The snow will be out by that time;
and, to my mind, there's no season when the woods look so well, and
the air feels so fresh and free, as in a wintry day, with the ground
all white, and wreaths of snow upon every vine and briar, and them
great big hemlocks and pines rising up like black giants all around
one. Some folks don't like the winter in the woods; but I could walk
on, or go on, in a sleigh through them for ever. Why, that month among
the woods, if I'm not caught sooner, would be worth ever so many years
in this dull, dirty place, or any other city; for Albany, I take it,
is as good as most of them, and perhaps better."
"But I am afraid that in the winter your plan of getting information
would not succeed very well," said Lord H----. "In the first place,
the Indian women are not likely to go very far from their wigwams,
amongst which you would hardly venture; and, in the next place, your
feet would be easily tracked in the snow; for these Indians, I am
told, are most cunning and pertinacious hunters, and will follow any
tracks they see for miles and miles."
"I've dodged an Ingian afore now," said Captain Brooks, with a look of
some self-importance, "and in the snow too. I've got the very
snow-shoes I did it in. I can walk in my snow-shoes either way, one as
well as t'other; and so I made 'em believe that I was going east when
I was going west, and going west when I was going east. Sometimes I
had the shoes on the right way, and sometimes the wrong, so they could
make nothing of it. And they think still--for, Lord help you, they are
sometimes as simple as children--that the devil must have given me a
lift now and then; for when I got where the trees grew thick together,
so that the branches touched, and I could catch a great bough over my
head by a spring, I would get up and climb along from one to another
like a bear or a squirrel, sometimes two or three hundred yards before
I came down again. I saw a set of them once upon the trail; and when
they came where the tracks stopped, they got gaping up into the tree
with their rifles in their hands, as if they were looking after a
painter; but I was a hundred yards off or more, and quite away from
the right line. Then, as to the women, I've thought about that, and
I've laid a plan in case I can't get hold of any of them. Now I am
going to tell you something very strange, my lord. You've heard of
Freemasons, I dare say?"
Lord H---- nodded his head with a smile, and Woodchuck continued--
"Well, they've got Freemasons among the Ingians--that's to say, not
exactly Freemasons, but what comes much to the same thing:[1] people
who have got a secret among themselves, and who are bound to help each
other in good or evil, in the devil's work or God's, against their own
nation, or their own tribe, or their own family; and who, on account
of some devilry or other, dare not, for the soul of them, refuse what
a brother asks them. It's a superstition at the bottom of it, and it's
very strange; but so it is."
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[Footnote 1: This very curious fact is avouched upon authority beyond
question. The order was called that of the Honontkoh, and was
generally regarded with great doubt and suspicion by the Iroquois.]
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While he had been speaking, he had unfastened his coat at the collar,
drawn his arm out of the sleeve, and bared it up above the elbow,
where there appeared a small blue line tattooed on the brown skin.
"There," he said, "there's the mark!"
"You do not mean to say you are one of this horrible association?"
asked Lord H----, with a grave look.
"Not exactly that," answered Woodchuck; "and as to its being a
horrible association or not, that's as folks use it. It may be for
bad, and it may be for good; and there are good men amongst them. I am
a sort of half-and-half member, and I'll tell you how it happened. I
went once in the winter up into the woods to hunt moose by a place
where there's a warm spring which melts the snow and keeps the grass
fresh; and the big beasts come down to drink, and, mayhap, eat too.
Well, as soon as I got there, I saw that some one had been before me;
for I perceived tracks all about, and a sort of stable in the snow for
the moose, such as hunters often make to get a number together, and to
shoot them down when they herd in it. There were moose-tracks, too,
and some blood on the snow. So I thought that the Ingians had killed
some, and scared the rest away.
"I was going back by another trail, when I came upon an old man lying
partly against a basswood-tree, just as quiet as if he was a corpse;
and I should have thought he was as dead as a stone, if I hadn't seen
his shining eyes move as I passed. Never a word did he say, and he'd
have lain there and died outright rather than call for help. But I
went up to him, and found the old crittur had been poked terribly by a
moose all about his chest and shoulders. So I built up a little hut
for him with boughs, and covered it over with snow, and made it quite
snug and warm. I took him in and nursed him there; and, as I was well
stocked with provisions, parched corn and dry meat and such like, I
shared with him.
"I couldn't leave the poor old crittur there to die, you know, my
lord, and so I stayed with him all the time, and we got a couple of
deer, and prime venison steaks we had of them; and at last, at the end
of five weeks, he was well enough to walk. By that time we had got
quite friendly together; and I went down with him to his lodge, and
spent the rest of the winter with him. I had often enough remarked a
blue line tattooed upon his arm; and sometimes he would say one thing
about it and sometimes another, for these Ingians lie like parrots.
But at last he said he would tattoo a line on my arm; and when he had
done it he told me it was the best service he could render me in
return for all those I had rendered him. He said that if ever I met
any of the Five Nations tattooed like that, and spoke a word which he
taught me, they would help me against their own fathers. He told me
something about them and about their set, but he would not tell me
all.
"I was quite a young lad then, and the old man died the next year, for
I went to see him, and found him just at the last gasp. I have since
heard a good deal about those people, however, from other Ingians, who
all have a dread of them, and call them the children of the devil; so
I take care not to show my devil's mark amongst them, and have never
had need to use it till now."
"How will it serve you now?" asked Lord H----, not at all liking or
confiding in the support of such men.
"Well, if I can get speech of one of them, even for an instant,"
replied Woodchuck, "I can get together a band of the only men who will
go against the superstitions of their people, and help me to set the
poor boy free; and they will do it, whether they be tortoises, or
bears, or wolves, or snipes, or stags."
"What--what!" exclaimed Lord H----, in utter amazement. "I do not
understand what you mean."
"Only names of their Totems or tribes, my lord," answered Brooks.
"These Ingians are queer people. You must not judge of them or deal
with them as you would other men; and these are the only critturs
amongst them I could get to help me, if their habits came in the way
in the least bit. Now, you know, though I may do something by myself,
I may not be able to do all. If I get the boy out of the hole where
they have, doubtless, hid him, I have to find out where it is first,
and to make sure that we are not followed and overtaken afterwards. I
would fain save my life if I can, my lord," he continued, looking up
in the face of his companion with a sort of appealing look. "I think a
man has a right to do that if he can."
"Assuredly," replied Lord H----; "the love of life is implanted in us
by God, himself, and all which can be expected of us by our country or
our fellow-men is a readiness to sacrifice it when duty requires us to
do so. But now, my good friend, I have another plan to propose. It is
probable that hostilities have ceased for this year; and, since I saw
you last night, a small party of the scouts, which you know we always
have in pay, has been put at my disposal for the very purposes we have
in view. They are all acquainted with wood warfare, with Indian
habits, and with the art of tracking an enemy or a friend. Would it
not be better for you to have these six men with you to give you
assistance in case of need? Your own life, at all events, would be
more secure."
"I think not," answered Woodchuck, musingly; "they might cumber me.
No, my lord, I had better go alone. As for my own life, I may as well
tell you at once, I have made up my mind to lose it, or save the boy.
The devil put it hard to me that it was no fault of mine he was
trapped; that my life was as good to me as his was to him, and a great
deal more. But, knowing that it does not do to stand parleying with
that gentleman, I said, 'Peter Brooks, it is your fault; for, if you
had not shot the Ingian, Walter would never have been taken. Your life
is not as good to you or anybody else as his is to him and all the
world. He's quite a lad, and a young lad too, with many a bright year
before him. You'll never see fifty again, and what's your fag-end
worth to any one?' 'Not a stiver,' answered conscience; and so I
resolved to go. Now, as to these men, the scouts, some of them are
capital good fellows, and might help me a great deal when once I'm in
the thick of the business. But seven men can't get all together into
the Oneida country without being found out, I'll tell you what, my
lord; if you'll let me place them where I want, one by one, in
different places, and they slip into the country quietly, one at a
time, they may do good service, and not be discovered."
"Will it not be dangerous so to divide your force?" asked Lord H----.
"Ingian ways with Ingian people," answered Woodchuck. "But I don't
think you understand the thing, my lord. You see, through a great part
of this Ingian territory, we English have built a little fort here,
and a little fort there, all the way up the shores of Ontario, where
they made sad work of it last year at Oswego. Well, if I stow away
these scouts at the different posts, the nearest I can to Oneida
creek, they will be only at arm's length, and can stretch out their
hand to help whenever they're called upon. They'll be able to get in,
one by one, quite easily; for I've a great notion some of the Ingians
have got a spite at Walter, and are not very likely to look for any
one in his stead. If they caught me, they'd be obliged to have me; and
if the scouts went all together they'd stop them, for they don't like
their number; but one at a time they'll pass well enough, if they
understand their business, which is to be supposed."
"I see your plan now," said Lord H----, "and perhaps you are right.
You can concentrate them upon any point very rapidly. They shall be
sent for, and put under your command this very day."
"No need of command," answered Woodchuck; "scouts don't like to be
commanded; and if they don't help with a good will, better not help at
all. Just you tell them what I'm about. Let them know that a young
man's life is at stake, and they'll work well for it, if they're worth
a penny. And now, my lord, you call up that man Proctor, and send him
off to Prevost's house. Call him up here--call him up here. I've got
this large powder-horn which I want to send back, though it's a doubt
whether the man can muster words enough to tell who it comes from, and
I must get him to do so one way or another."
"I can take it to-morrow myself," said Lord H----.
But Woodchuck shook his head.
"That won't do," he said, with a shrewd look; "the runner must take
it. He'll tell Prevost before some of his negroes, and the negroes
will tell any Ingians that are prowling about, and so it will get
round that I've left the hunting-grounds for good, and I shall slip in
the more easily. Always think of everything when you can; and if you
can't do that, think of as much as possible. A hunter's life makes one
mighty cautious. I'm as careful as an old raccoon, who always looks
nine ways before he puts his nose out of his hole."
Lord H---- called up the runner, and into his hands was delivered the
powder-horn for Mr. Prevost, with Woodchuck's message repeated over
and over again, and manifold injunctions not to forget it.
"Tell him I took it that unlucky day I shot the Ingian," said
Woodchuck, "and I don't like to keep what's not my own. It's nearly as
good as stealing, if not quite. There, Master Proctor, you can get up
words enough to say that, can't you?"
The man nodded his head, and then turned to the door, without any
further reply, beginning his peculiar sort of trot before he reached
the top of the stairs, and never ceasing it till he arrived at the
door of Mr. Prevost's house.
In the meanwhile, Lord H---- made Captain Brooks stay to partake of
his own very frugal dinner, while the scouts were being collected and
brought to the fort. They came about two o'clock, ready prepared, at
least in part, for what was to follow; for in the little town of
Albany such an adventure as that which had befallen Walter Prevost was
a matter of too much interest not to spread to every house, and to be
told at every fireside. Most of the men, accustomed to continual
action and enterprise of various kinds, were very willing to go, with
the prospect of a fair reward before them. Life was so often perilled
with them, dangers and difficulties so often encountered, that
existence without activity was rather a burden than otherwise. Each,
probably, had his selfishness of some kind; but only one, in whom it
took the form of covetousness, thought fit to inquire what was to be
his recompense beyond the mere pay for this uncovenanted service.
"Your recompense will be nothing at all," answered Woodchuck, at once,
without waiting for Lord H---- to speak. "I won't have you with me.
The man who can try to drive a bargain when a brave boy's life is at
stake is not fit to have a share with us. There, go along, and knit
petticoats; you may get a dollar apiece for them. That's the sort of
winter work fit for you."
The man then sullenly stalked out of the room, and all other matters
were soon settled with his companions. The method of their entrance
into the Oneida territory, the different routes they were to take, and
the points where they were to halt till called upon, were all arranged
by Woodchuck with a sort of natural military skill which was more than
once displayed by many of the American people during after wars.
The part of the nobleman who was present was merely to listen, and
give some letters to officers commanding different posts. But he
listened well pleased and attentively, for his was a mind always eager
to acquire information and direction from the experience of others;
and the insight which he gained into the habits of the new people
amongst whom he was might have been highly serviceable to others as
well as himself, had not a sort of pedantry prevailed amongst the
older officers in the British army at that time, and for many
succeeding years, which prevented them from adapting their tactics to
the new situations in which they were placed.
Wolfe was a splendid exception--but Wolfe was a young man, coming in
the dawning of a better day; and even had he not been so, it is
probable that his genius, like that of Wellington, would have shown
him that he was born to _make_ rules, rather than observe them.
As soon as the scouts were gone, Woodchuck rose to take his leave
also; and, as Lord H---- shook him very warmly by the hand, the good
man said, in a tone of strong feeling--
"Thank you, my lord, for all your kindness. You'll be glad to know I
feel very happy; and I'll tell you why--I'm doing something, and I'm
doing my duty."