THE SCOUT'S STORY.
"Luckily enough there was a canoe lying close at our feet. 'Shove it
out, Jack,' says I, 'and then keep along the bank.' We gave it a
shove with all our strength and sent it dancing out into the river.
Then we dived in and swum down close under the bank. There was bushes
growing all along, and we came up each time under 'em. The redskins
was some little distance behind us as we reached the river, and in
course thought we had throwed ourselves flat in the canoe. In a
minute or two they got another and paddled off to it, and we soon
heard the shout they raised when they found it was empty. By this
time we was a hundred yards below the spot where we had taken to the
water, and knowing as they would be off along the bank and would find
us in no time, we scrambled straight up and made for the trees.
"We was within fifty yards of the edge of the forest, and none of the
redskins was near us, as the hull body had clustered down at the spot
where we had jumped in. We hadn't fairly set foot on the bank afore
they saw us and, with a whoop--which sometimes wakes me even now in
my sleep and makes me sit up with the sweat on my forehead--they
started. I could run faster then than I can now, and ye may guess I
went my best. We plunged into the trees and went as hard as we could
foot it, the redskins being fifty or sixty yards behind.
"Our hope was to find a place with a thickish underwood. It was
darker a deal under the trees than in the clearing, still it was not
dark enough to hide us from redskin eyes. We run straight, for we
knew they could see us, and arter about four hundred yards we come
upon a place where the undergrowth grew thick. Here we began to dodge
'em, turning now one way and now another, keeping always low in the
bushes. They had lost us by sight now, but there was so many of 'em
that we pretty nigh despaired of getting through. Some of 'em had
tried to follow us, but the best part had run straight on for a bit,
and then, when sure they had headed us, scattered right and left, so
that they were ahead of us now as well as on our traces, and we could
hear 'em shouting all round us, so we did the only thing there was to
be done and made the best of our way back to the clearing, keeping
low and taking good care not to cross any patch where the moonlight
through the trees fell on the ground.
"It were lucky for us that it was a camp of braves. Had it been an
ordinary redskin encampment there would have been squaws, and boys,
and wuss still, dogs, who would have seed us the moment we got back;
but being all braves on the war-path the hull gang had started arter
us, and not a soul had remained in the clearing. We did not rest
there long, you may be sure, but made straight down to the water.
There we picked out a canoe, crossed the river, and got into the
shade of the trees the other side. Then we kept along down it till we
got close to the fort of Detroit.
"We could see a good many smoldering fires out afore it, and guessed
that a strong body of redskins, pretending to be friends, had camped
there. We made round 'em and reached the gate of the fort safe. The
sentries wouldn't let us in, but when a sergeant was fetched it
turned out as he knew us, seeing that we had been scouting out from
thar in the summer. Pretty thankful we was when the gate closed arter
us. Our news would keep, so we waited till morning afore we saw the
major, and then told him the whole history of the matter, and how
Pontiac had raised all the tribes east of the Mississippi against us.
"We found that Pontiac had been into the camp with fifty of his
warriors three days afore, professing great friendship, and had said
that in two or three days he would call again and pay a formal visit.
"Detroit then was but a trading post, defended by a stockade twenty
feet high and twelve hundred yards in circumference. About fifty
houses of traders and storekeepers stood within it. The garrison was
composed of 120 men of the Eighteenth Regiment and 8 officers. They
had three guns--two six-pounders, and a three-pounder--and three
mortars, but their carriages was so old and rotten that they was of
no real service. Two vessels, mounting some small guns, lay in the
river off the fort. The governor was a good soldier, but he was
naturally startled at hearing that there was something like a
thousand redskins in the woods round; but he said that now he had
warning he was not afraid of 'em. A messenger was sent off in a canoe
to carry the tidings east and to ask for re-enforcements, and the
traders was all told to get their arms ready.
"At eight o'clock in the morning Pontiac was seen a-coming with three
hundred warriors. There had been no declaration of war, and the
redskins was supposed to be friendly, so the major didn't like to be
the first to commence hostilities, as folks who knew nothing of it
might likely enough have raised an outcry about massacring the poor
Injuns. Howsumever, he called all the troops under arms and disposed
'em behind the houses. The traders, too, with their rifles, were
drawn up ready. The gates was opened when Pontiac arrived, and he and
his warriors entered. They had left their rifles behind them, as they
pretended that their mission was a peaceful one, but they had all got
their tomahawks and knives under their blankets. They advanced in a
body toward where Major Gladwin and his officers was standing in
front of his quarters.
"Jack and me and two or three scouts who happened to be in the fort
stood just behind, careless like, with our rifles, so that, in case
of any sudden attack, we could keep them back for a moment or two. I
noticed that Pontiac carried in his hand a wampum belt. I noticed it
because it was green on one side and white on the other, and it
turned out arterward that when he twisted that belt with two hands it
was to be the signal for an attack.
"Pontiac spoke soft for a time. He was a fine redskin; that can't be
denied. He was a Catawba by birth, but had been adopted into the
tribe of Ottawas and had risen to be their chief. He were a great
brave and one of the best speakers I ever heard. He was a wise chief,
as you may guess by the way he got all the tribes to lay aside their
private quarrels and make common cause against us. I watched him
close. He kept his eyes on the major and spoke as cool and as calm as
if he had nothing on his mind; but I could see the warrior glancing
about, wondering, no doubt, what had become of the soldiers.
Presently the chief changed his tone and began to pretend as he was
in a rage at some grievance or other.
"The major jest put his whistle to his lips, and in a moment from
behind the houses the soldiers and traders marched out, rifle in
hand. You never saw a more disgusted crew than them redskins. I'll do
Pontiac justice to say that he never so much as moved, but jest went
on talking as if he hadn't noticed the troops at all. The major
answered him in the same way, and after half an hour's talk the
redskins went out again without so much as a knife having been shown.
Major Gladwin gave Jack and me papers testifying as how we had saved
Detroit from destruction, and sent an account of it to Governor
Amherst, and to this day Jack and me draws special pensions for that
'ere business, besides what we earned as British scouts."
"That was an adventure, Peter!" Harold said. "They did not take
Detroit after all, did they?"
"No; we beat 'em off handsome when
they tried it. Then they laid siege to Fort Pitt and tried very hard
there, too, but the place held out till some troops who had come up
marched out from here and raised the siege. At some of the little
places they succeeded. Lots of settlers was massacred. At Fort
Sandusky Ensign Paulli and the garrison was massacred by a party of
Hurons and Ottawas who come in as friends. This was on the same day
as they had intended to do for us at Detroit.
"At St. Joseph's an English ensign with fourteen soldiers was killed
by the Pottawatomies, but nowhere did Pontiac obtain any real
successes. The French in Illinois were preparing to leave, and he
couldn't git no assistance from them. After the siege of Fort Pitt
was raised peace was patched up again. Pontiac's confederacy, finding
as they hadn't got none of the successes he promised 'em, was
beginning to break up, and the English saw no chance of doing any
good by hunting the redskins among the forests, so both parties was
willing for peace.
"Pontiac never gave any more trouble, and some years arterward,
coming into one of the towns, he was killed by an Injun who had a
private grudge agin' him. And now I'm longing for a quiet pipe, and
you'd better turn in. There's no saying whether we'll have a quiet
night of it."
A fortnight passed without further incident. Then the sky became
overcast, and Peter and the Indians agreed that snow would soon fall.
All hands were at once set to work to make up their stores into
packages. The deerskins and blankets were tied in bundles; besides
these there were only two kegs of powder and about two hundred pounds
of frozen fish.
Harold was in high glee at the thought that their imprisonment was to
come to an end, although there was no doubt that the attempt would be
a hazardous one, as the backwoodsmen were sure that the instant the
snow began to fall the Indians would be out in great numbers round
the island, to prevent the defenders taking advantage of the storm.
Several times Harold observed the two backwoodsmen talking with the
Seneca chief and looking at the sky, and he thought that their
countenances expressed some anxiety.
"What is it, Peter?" he asked at length. "Don't you think we shall
have a snowstorm?"
"We may have snow," Peter said, "but I think it's more than a
snowstorm that's coming. The clouds are flying past very fast, and it
seems to me as ef we're in for a big gale of wind."
"But that will drift the snow and cover our footsteps almost as well
as a snowstorm," Harold said.
"Yes, it 'll do all that," the scout answered.
"What is the objection to it, Peter?"
"In the first place, lad, ef it don't snow we may stop where we are,
for there'd be no chance of getting through the Injuns unless it
snowed so thick you couldn't see five feet away. It'll be difficult
enough, anyhow. There'll be four or five hundred of the varmints out,
for they'll bring even their boys with 'em, so as to form a pretty
close line round the island. Our only chance'll be for the Senecas to
go first, and to silence, afore they can give the alarm, any they
might meet on our line. That might be done in a heavy snowstorm, but
without snow it would be impossible. In the next place, even if we
got through 'em, we'd have to carry our canoe."
"Why?" Harold asked, surprised. "What good could the canoe be to us,
with the lake frozen hard?"
"You see, the wind is on the shore here, lad, and when it does blow
on these lakes it blows fit to take the har off your head. It's as
much as a man can do to make way agin' it, and I doubt whether the
gals could face it, even with our help. As to carrying a canoe in its
teeth, it couldn't be done."
"But why carry the canoe at all, Peter? That's what I cannot
understand."
"Waal, you see, lad, the force of the wind acting on sech a big sheet
of ice will move it, and like enough you'd see it piled up in a bank
forty feet high on this side of the lake, and there'll be a strip of
clear water half a mile wide on the other. That's why we must take
the canoe."
Harold was silent. In the face of such a probability it was clear
that they must encumber themselves with the canoe.
The prevision of the scout proved well founded. Before evening the
wind was blowing with tremendous force. Small flakes of snow were
driven before it, inflicting stinging blows on the face and eyes of
those who ventured out of shelter. As it became dark the lookout
announced that he could, see large numbers of Indians starting from
the shore at some distance to the right and left of them, showing
that the redskins were fully alive to the possibility of the garrison
of the island taking advantage of the storm, which would hide their
trail, to effect their escape.
Every hour the fury of the gale increased, and it was unanimously
agreed that until it diminished it would be impossible for the girls,
and for men carrying a canoe, to face it.
Two men were placed on watch at the mouth of the cove, where mines
similar to the first had been sunk in the ice in a semicircle some
little distance outside that before exploded. This precaution had
been taken on the day succeeding the great repulse of the enemy,
although the scouts felt assured that the attempt would not be
repeated. But it was thought possible that the Indians might toward
morning, if they found the whites did not attempt to pass them, take
advantage of the storm to attempt a surprise.
After it became dark Cameron and Harold, as was their custom, went
into the girls' hut to chat until it was time to turn in. The
deerskin and blankets had again been unrolled, and the covering of
snow kept the interior warm in spite of the storm without.
"What is that noise?" Nelly asked in a pause of the conversation.
"I don't know," Harold answered. "I have heard it for some time."
All were silent, intent upon listening. Even above the fury of the
gale a dull grinding sound, with occasional crashes, could be heard.
"I think it must be the ice," Harold said. "I will go out and see."
On issuing from the hut he was for a time blinded by the force of the
wind and the flying particles of snow. The din was tremendous. He
made his way with difficulty in the teeth of the storm to the edge of
the rocks. Then he started in surprise. A great bank of cakes and
fragments of ice was heaped up against the wall of the rock, crashing
and grinding against each other as they were pressed onward by fresh
additions from beyond. Already the bank was nearly level with the top
of the rock, and some of the vast blocks, two feet in thickness, had
been thrust on to it. The surface of the lake beyond was no longer a
brilliant white. Every particle of snow had been swept away and the
dull gray of the rough ice lay unbroken.
He made his way at once to the hut of the men, and just as he reached
the entrance Peter (who had also been out to reconnoiter) came up,
and before Harold had turned to speak he put his head into the hut.
"Turn out!" he said. "I tell ye we're in a fix. This aint no common
gale. I don't know as ever I've been in a worse one."
"What's the use of turning out?" Pearson asked. "We can't do nothing,
and it's warmer here a sight than it is outside."
"I tell ye ye've got to go. The ice is breaking up fast and it's
level with the top of the island already. Unless I'm mistaken
there'll be forty foot of ice piled over this island afore an hour."
This was, indeed, alarming news. And in a minute the occupants of the
hut were all in the open air.
"You can call in your scouts, Seneca. There aint no fear of an attack
to-night. No mortal soul--not even an Injun--could stand the force of
the wind out on the lake."
A very short examination sufficed to show the truth of Peter's
anticipations.
Already the upper part of the bank was sliding over the rock, and it
was clear that in a very short time the whole would be covered.
"What is to be done, Peter?" Harold shouted.
"We must take to the canoe. There's clear water on the other side."
Harold crossed the island and saw that what Peter said was correct. A
broad strip of black water stretched away in the darkness toward the
shore. The whole ice-sheet was moving bodily before the wind, and as
the island stood up in its course the ice to windward of it was
forced up over it, while under its lee the lake was clear. Not a
moment was lost. The canoe was got out, carried over the rocks, and
carefully lowered into the water under shelter of the island. All the
stores and provisions were lowered into it. A deerskin was spread on
the bottom, and the girls, having been helped down into the boat,
were told to lie down and were then covered with blankets. The men
wrapped themselves up in skins and blankets and took their places in
the canoe, the four Indians taking paddles.
Quickly as the preparations had been made, there were but a few feet
of the island uncovered by the ice, as the last man descended into
the boat and they pushed off and, after a couple of strokes, lay with
the boat's head facing toward the island at a distance of fifty yards
from it. Although somewhat sheltered from the wind, the Indians were
obliged to paddle hard to maintain their position. Harold wondered at
first that they had not kept closer to the island, but he soon
understood their reason for keeping at a distance. The massive blocks
of ice, pressed forward by, the irresistible force behind, began to
shoot from the top of the island into the water, gliding far on
beneath the surface with the impetus of the fall, and then shooting
up again with a force which would have destroyed the canoe at once
had they touched it.
Soon a perfect cataract of ice was falling. Peter and Pearson took
their places on each side of the bow of the canoe, with poles to push
off the pieces as they drifted before the gale toward the shore. The
work required the utmost strength and care. One touch from the
sharp-edged blocks would have ripped open the side of the bark canoe
like a knife, and in the icy cold water, encumbered by floating
fragments of ice, even the best swimmer could not have gained the
solid ice. The peril was great, and it needed all the strength and
activity of the white men and the skill of the paddlers to avoid the
danger which momentarily threatened them. So quickly did the blocks
float down upon them that Pearson thought it might be impossible to
avoid them all. The skins, therefore, were hung round the boat,
dropping some inches into the water, and these, although they could
not have prevented the boat from being stove in, by the larger
fragments, yet protected its sides from the contact of the smaller
ones.
For upward of an hour the struggle continued, and Harold felt
something like despair at the thought of a long night passed in such
a struggle. Presently sounds like the booming of cannon were heard
above the gale.
"What is that?" he shouted to the Seneca chief, next to whom he was
sitting.
"Ice break up," the chief replied. "Break up altogether."
This proved to be the case. As the ice was driven away from the
further side of the lake the full force of the wind played upon the
water there, and as the streak widened a heavy sea soon got up. The
force of the swell extended under the ice, aiding the effect of the
wind above, and the vast sheet began to break up. The reports
redoubled in strength, and frequently the ice was seen to heave and
swell. Then, with a sound like thunder, it broke and great cakes were
forced one on the top of another, and soon, instead of a level plain
of ice, a chaos of blocks were tossing about on the waves.
Harold watched the change with anxiety. No longer was the channel on
either side marked by regular defined lines, but floating pieces
encroached upon it, and, looking toward the shore, the channel
appeared to be altogether lost. The danger was overwhelming, but the
Indians, paddling with increased strength, urged the boat forward
until within a few yards of the island.
A few minutes before such an approach would have assured the
immediate destruction of the boat. But Harold saw with surprise that,
almost simultaneously with the breaking up of the ice-sheet, the fall
of blocks from the island had ceased. A moment's reflection showed
him the reason of this phenomenon. With the break-up of the ice-field
the pressure from behind had suddenly ceased. No longer were the
blocks piled on the island pushed forward by the tremendous pressure
of the ice-field. The torrent was stayed and they could approach the
island with safety. As soon as they were assured that this was so the
canoe was brought close to the rocks.
Pearson leaped ashore, climbed the rocks and the ice piled twenty
feet above them, and with his pole convinced himself that at this
point there were no loose blocks likely to fall. Having satisfied
himself on this head, he descended again and took his place in the
boat. This was moored by a rope a few feet long to a bush growing
from a fissure in the rock close to the water's edge. He and Peter
remained on watch with their poles, to fend off any pieces of ice
which might be brought round by the waves, while the rest of the
crew, wrapping themselves up in their blankets, lay down at the
bottom of the boat.
The next morning the storm still raged, and the lake presented the
appearance of an angry sea. Sheltered under the lee of the island,
the party were protected from its effects, although the light canoe
rose and fell on the heavy swell. The ice had wholly disappeared from
the lake, the pieces having been ground to atoms against each other
in the storm. Along the line of shore there was a great bank of ice
as high as the tree-tops.
"The ways of the Lord are won'erful," Duncan Cameron said. "The storm
which threatened to be our destruction has proved our salvation. When
it abates we shall be able to paddle down the lake without fear of
interruption."
"Yes," Peter said, "the varmints are not likely to follow us. In the
first place, unless they thought of taking their canoes into the
forest when the storm first began, which aint likely, as they was
a-thinking only of cutting off our escape, they'd 've been smashed
into tinder. In the second place, they couldn't ketch us if they had
canoes, for, as we've eight paddles, counting them we made out of the
seats when we was on shore, we'd be able to laugh at 'em. And lastly,
they've had such a taste of the quality of our rifles that, even if
they had a dozen canoes on hand, I doubt if they'd care to attack us.
No, sir; when this storm's over we have nothing to do but paddle down
to the settlements at the other end of the lake."
Toward the afternoon the storm abated, and next morning the sun was
shining brilliantly and the waves had gone down sufficiently to
enable the canoe to start on her voyage.
"Now, boys," Pearson said cheerfully, "ef ye don't want to git froze
up again you'd best be sharp, for I can tell ye about thirty-six
hours of this weather and the lake'll be solid again."
Five minutes later the canoe with its eight sturdy paddlers started
on its way, speeding like an arrow from the ice-covered island which
had done them such good service in their greatest need.
"Now, Jake," Peter said, "the more strength you put into that paddle
of yourn the sooner you'll have a piece of meat atween your jaws."
The negro grinned.
"Don't talk ob him, Massa Peter; don't say a word about him until I
see him. Fish bery good when dere's noting else to eat, but Jake
never want to see him again. He hab eat quite enough for the rest ob
his life."
Cameron, who was not accustomed to the use of the paddle, sat in the
stern with the two girls; but the others were all used to the
exercise, and the boat literally bounded along at each stroke from
the sinewy arms, and by nightfall they had reached the opposite
shore. After some hours' work together two of them had rested, and
from that time they took it by turns, six paddles being kept
constantly going.
Without any adventure they arrived safely at the end of the lake. The
clearing where Nelly had lived so long, and where her father and
mother had been killed, was passed in the night, much to Harold's
satisfaction, as he was afraid that she would have been terribly
upset at the many sad memories which the sight of the place could not
but call up. On their way down they had seen many gaps in the forest
caused by the gale, but it was not until they reached their landing
place that the full effect of its destructive force was visible.
Several scows and other boats lay wrecks upon the shore, every house
in the little village was leveled to the ground, the orchards were
ruined, palings and fences torn down, and the whole place strewn with
fragments.
A few people were moving among the ruins. They gazed with a dull
apathy upon the new-comers, apparently dazed by the misfortune that
had befallen them. Harold learned, on questioning them, that
twenty-seven persons had been killed and the majority of the
survivors more or less seriously injured. With the exception of the
few whom they saw, about all the survivors had been taken off to the
town in boats down the river, or in wagons lent by neighbors whose
villages, sheltered in the woods, had escaped the ravages of the
gale. After a few hours' halt, having obtained meat and other stores,
they proceeded on their way to Detroit.
Here Nelly had several friends, who had long believed her to have
fallen at the massacre at the farm. By them she was gladly received,
and she took up her abode in a family with some daughters of her own
age. Harold found that there was a considerable sum of money in the
bank in her father's name, and from this, after a consultation with
her, a sum of money sufficient to provide the Seneca and his
followers with blankets, powder, and Indian finery for years was
drawn and bestowed upon them.
A day or two afterward the Indians left for their own country, highly
gratified with the success of the expedition and proud of the
numerous scalps which hung from each of their girdles.
Harold learned that there was but little fighting going on along the
Canadian frontier. The winter had set in again with extreme severity;
the St. Lawrence would be frozen, and he would have no means of
leaving Canada; he was therefore well content to settle down until
the spring at Detroit, where he received numerous and hearty
invitations to stay, for any time, from the various friends of his
cousins. Jake, of course, remained with him. Peter went up to
Montreal, where he had some relatives residing; Harold promising to
call for him on his way East in the spring. Pearson, after a few
days' stay in Detroit, started again with a comrade on a hunting
expedition. Cameron and his daughter also spent the winter at
Detroit.
The months passed very pleasantly to Harold. Since the war began he
had had no period of rest or quiet, and he now entered with zest into
the various amusements, sleighing, and dancing, which helped to while
away the long winter in America. He also joined in many hunting
parties, for in those days game abounded up to the very edge of the
clearings. Moose were abundant, and the hunt of these grand deer was
full of excitement. Except when the snow is on the ground these
animals can defy their pursuers, but the latter with their snowshoes
go lightly over the frozen snow, in which the moose sink heavily.
There were many discussions as to the future of Nelly. Several of her
friends would gladly have adopted her as a member of their family,
but Harold warmly urged that she should go to England and take up her
abode with his mother, who was her nearest relative, and Nelly,
somewhat to the surprise of her friends, finally agreed to this
proposal. A purchaser was readily found for the farm, which was an
excellent one, and the proceeds of the sale, with the amount of
savings in the bank, gave her a little fortune of some twenty-five
hundred pounds.
When the spring came and the navigation of the lake was open, Harold,
Nelly, the Camerons, and Jake started in a ship for Montreal. There
they were joined by Peter and sailed down to Quebec, where Nelly and
the Camerons took passage for England. Very deep was the gratitude
which Duncan expressed to the friends who had restored his daughter
to him. He had had enough of the colonies, and intended to spend the
rest of his life among his own people in Scotland. Harold, Peter, and
Jake sailed to join the English army in the South.