AT THE STATION--AFTER BUFFALO--RETURN OF RED SQUIRREL FROM A SCOUT WITH
NEWS OF THE BLACKFEET--A PARTY RETURN--A PARTY SENT OUT TO BRING BACK
THE HUNTERS TO THE FORT--A STRANGE FIRE--RED SQUIRREL GOES OFF AGAIN ON
THE SCOUT.
My brothers and sisters, Hugh Rose, and I were very happy.
The former fancied that, now we had come, all their troubles would be
over. They had, however, passed a sad and anxious time; the missionary
who had accompanied my father, with his wife and two children, had died,
as had several of the Christian Indians, while some hundreds of the wild
Indians had been swept off by the fearful pestilence. The latter had
gone away south during the winter, and it was supposed that they would
not return till the spring.
Hugh and I occasionally went out with Uncle Donald, or Pierre and
Corney, in search of buffalo or deer. We were generally fortunate
enough to kill either the one or the other. Uncle Donald had lost no
time in sending out trusty scouts to try and ascertain the whereabouts
of the Blackfeet.
Red Squirrel, from being one of the most active and intelligent of our
Indians, was thus constantly employed. The duty was a hazardous one,
for, as he well knew, should the enemy catch him, they would to a
certainty take his scalp.
As neither buffalo nor deer had for several days appeared near the
station, the hunters had to go a considerable distance in search of
them. As soon as an animal was killed one of the dog-sleighs was sent
out to bring in the meat.
I have not described the station. It was in some respects like a fort,
being entirely surrounded by palisades, both that it might be defended
from an hostile attack, and for the purpose of protecting the buildings
in the interior from the cold winds in winter, and to prevent the snow
from drifting round them. There was a strong gate on one side which
could be securely closed with bars, and a narrow platform with a parapet
ran round the upper part of the palisades, from which its defenders
could fire down on their assailants. It was in this respect very
different from the usual missionary stations, which are entirely without
defence. It had been built as a fort by the fur traders, and being in
the neighbourhood of a savage and warlike tribe, it was considered
prudent to repair it in the fashion I have described. When existing as
a fort, it had been more than once captured and plundered by the
Indians, and on one occasion the whole of the defenders had been put to
death.
I had one morning gone up to the platform to take a look out, when I
espied far off to the southward a small herd of buffalo. Our hunters
had, on the previous evening, gone off to the eastward, and, unless they
should find game near, were not likely to return for some days. I
hurried down to Uncle Donald to tell him what I had seen, and request
permission to set off to try and kill a buffalo.
"I will go with you," he said; and Hugh begged that he might accompany
us. So we set off with our guns, hoping, that by keeping among the
woods, we might get to leeward of the herd, and sufficiently near to
shoot one or more beasts.
My brother Alec, who was nearly as old as Hugh, went also. We hurried
along on our snow-shoes, eager to get up to the herd before they should
move off. This they were not likely to do, as they had found a spot
where the snow was less deep than in other places, and they had got down
to the grass by pawing with their feet.
They did not perceive us, and the wind being north-east, we succeeded in
getting round to the south of them. We then crept carefully up, and
Uncle Donald, firing, brought a fat cow to the ground. Hugh and I aimed
at another, which we badly wounded; but instead of running off with its
head lowered, ploughing up the snow as a ship turns up the foaming
water, it came charging towards us.
"Now, Alec, see what you can do!" exclaimed Hugh and I, as we rapidly
re-loaded; "but run aside as soon as you have fired, or the brute may
kill you."
I heard Alec's shot, when, looking up, to my dismay, I saw that he had
missed. The buffalo was within twenty paces of us. Alec did his best
to make off on one side, which, however, could not be done very rapidly
with snow-shoes on. In another instant the buffalo would have reached
us, when a shot which came from behind a tree laid him low, and looking
round, I saw an Indian, whom I directly recognised as Red Squirrel. The
rest of the herd being thus disturbed had made off. Uncle Donald now
came up and thanked Red Squirrel for his timely aid. He reported that
he was on his return to the fort with somewhat alarming intelligence.
He had got up one night, he said, close to the Blackfeet lodges, where
he observed the chiefs seated in council. He caught the meaning of some
of their speeches, from which he gathered that it was their intention,
before long, to come north and avenge themselves on the white medicine
man--so they called my father--for the pestilence which they asserted he
had inflicted on them because they had refused to become his proselytes.
Red Squirrel also stated that he had seen among them a white man, who
had spoken, and tried to dissuade them from prosecuting their design.
He was clothed, like them, in a dress of buffalo-robes, from which Red
Squirrel argued that he had been some time among them. They seemed,
however, in no way inclined to listen to the advice of the white
stranger, and expressed their intention of setting out as soon as their
medicine man should pronounce the time to be propitious.
"We must return at once and put the station in a state of defence," said
Uncle Donald, on hearing this. "The savages may be upon us in the
course of two or three days, and will give us but a short time to
prepare for them. It is unfortunate that the hunters are away, for we
require their assistance; and should the Blackfeet fall in with them
they will lose their scalps to a certainty."
"I would willingly go out and try and find them," I said. "As no snow
has fallen since they started, I can easily find their tracks."
"I would much rather send Red Squirrel or Corney; but I'll think about
it as we go along," said Uncle Donald.
Pierre had gone with the hunters, so that only the Irishman and young
Indian were available for the purpose.
We at once turned our faces homewards, going on as fast as we could move
on our snow-shoes. We thought it possible that we might find on our
arrival that some of the hunters had returned, but none had made their
appearance. My father looked very anxious when he heard the information
brought by Red Squirrel.
"We might repulse them should they attack the place, but if any are
killed, what hope can I afterwards have of winning them over to the
Gospel?" he said. "I talk to them of peace, and urge them to enlist
under the banner of the Prince of Peace, and yet they find me and my
friends allied in arms against them."
"But if we don't defend ourselves, they will knock us on the head and
carry off our scalps," answered Uncle Donald. "I will do all I can to
preserve peace, and induce them to go back without fighting, should I be
able to hold any communication with them. In the meantime, we must
prepare to defend the fort. Archie has volunteered to go out in search
of the hunters, who must be forthwith called in, but without your
permission I do not like to let him go."
"As it is in the path of duty, I will not forbid him," answered my
father.
"If Archie goes, let me go too," cried Alec. "I can run as fast as he
does on snow-shoes."
After some demur, Alec got leave to accompany me, for Hugh, not being
quite well, was unable to go.
We were in good spirits, pleased at the confidence placed in us, and
only regretting that Hugh had not been able to come. The trail of the
hunters was perfectly clear, leading away to the south-east. They had
taken a couple of sleighs to bring in the meat, so that we had no
difficulty in directing our course.
We had made good nearly ten miles, and had not met any buffalo tracks,
which showed us that the hunters must still be some way ahead, when we
heard a voice shouting to us, and, looking back, we saw an Indian
running towards us over the snow. As he was alone, we had no doubt that
he was a friend, and as he came nearer we recognised Red Squirrel.
He could not, he said, allow us to go without him, and as soon as he had
taken some food he had set off. He had left Uncle Donald busily
engaged, assisted by my father and the remaining men in the fort, in
strengthening the palisades. "If the Blackfeet come expecting to get in
and plunder the fort, they will find themselves mistaken," he added.
We were very glad to have Red Squirrel with us; although, accustomed as
we were to travel over the snow-covered plains, and having the mountains
with whose forms we were well acquainted to the eastward, we had no fear
about finding our way back, provided that the weather should remain
clear. There was, of course, the possibility of a snow-storm coming on,
and then we might have been greatly puzzled.
Notwithstanding the fatigue Red Squirrel had gone through during the
last few days, he was as active as ever, and kept us moving as fast as
we could go.
Before sunset we came upon the tracks of buffalo, though the animals
themselves were nowhere to be seen.
"We'll soon find them," observed the Indian; but though we went on some
distance, neither buffalo nor hunters could we discover, and we were
glad, just as night fell, to take shelter under the lee of a thick clump
of poplars and spruce pine. To cut sufficient wood for our fire and
clear away the snow was the work of a few minutes, and, with our pot
boiling, we were soon sitting round a cheerful blaze discussing our
supper. We continued sitting round the fire, wrapped in our
buffalo-robes, with our feet close to the embers, every now and then
throwing on a stick, while we talked and Red Squirrel smoked his pipe.
I proposed that two of us should lie down and go to sleep, while the
third kept watch, when Red Squirrel, getting up, said he would take a
look out.
Climbing up the bank, he went to the top of a knoll a short distance
off. We could see his figure against the sky. In a short time he came
back.
"See fire out there," he said, pointing to the southward. "May be
friends, may be enemies, may be Blackfeet. If Blackfeet, sooner we get
'way better."
"But how are we to find out whether they are friends or foes?" I asked.
"Red Squirrel go and see," he answered. "You stay here;" and taking up
his gun, he quickly disappeared in the darkness, leaving us seated at
our camp fire.