CHAPTER XX

SCOUTING IN A NEW FIELD

With a chorus of horrid oaths the ruffians rushed after them; but Seth,

thrusting Captain Lindsay into the doorway ahead of him, swung around

and pinked the foremost fellow on the shoulder, causing him to fall

back with a roar of pain, and ere the next one could come on, he had

the heavy door closed in his face and his foot braced against it.

The men on the outside were striving furiously to force the door in

when a window above them was flung up and a night-capped head appeared

with the muzzle of a big blunderbuss in close proximity.

The worthy Dutch burgher, whose dwelling had been thus rudely invaded,

aroused from his slumbers demanded the meaning of the uproar; and

getting no answer, either in his anger or in nervousness pulled the

trigger of his clumsy firearm, whose charge of small shot showered upon

the backs of the men below, inflicted many a painful, if not dangerous

wound.

The effect of this utterly unexpected broadside certainly left nothing

to be desired, for the startled and smitten roughs, fearing, no doubt,

lest something worse should follow, incontinently took to their heels,

and a moment later the street was vacant and silent save for the echoes

of their heavy footfalls as they fled.

Having thus disposed of the disturbers of his peace who were outside

the door, the master of the house now turned his attention to those who

were inside; and presently appearing at the top of the stairs with a

light in one hand and the blunderbuss in the other, he roared out:

"What do you do there? Speak or I shoot!" whereupon Seth stepped

forward, and bowing low, said in a most respectful tone:

"We are two of the King's officers, sir, who were set upon by

the ruffians outside, and took refuge in your doorway, which was

fortunately open to us."

The good man was mollified at once. Indeed, the idea of affording

protection to two officers evidently pleased him, and he responded with

a gratified chuckle:

"You are most welcome to my house, gentlemen. As for those scoundrels

who set upon you, they've got a lesson from my old friend here," and he

patted his big firing-piece, "that they will not soon forget, and have

gone to think it over."

"Did you shoot them, sir?" asked Seth eagerly.

"That I did. They got the whole charge among them," laughed the burgher

as he began to descend the stairs. "It won't kill any of them, but

they'll feel sore over it for a while."

By this time Captain Lindsay had quite recovered his self-control, and

when the burgher reached the bottom of the stairs he advanced and with

a sweeping bow said:

"We thank you, worthy sir, from our hearts, for the timely shelter your

house afforded us, and regret having thus disturbed your rest. If the

rascals have gone we need not trespass upon your kindness any longer,

but will at once take our departure."

The good man made light of the matter, and would fain have persuaded

them to remain under his roof until morning; but to this they would

not consent, and so after the exchange of further courtesies they took

their leave, and had no further difficulty in reaching their lodgings.

On the following day Seth reluctantly bade good-bye to New York and to

his friend who was to remain there, and started on the return trip to

Albany, which was made in good time and without special incident.

At Albany he found that Major Rogers had gone to Fort Edward, leaving

instructions for him to join him there, as that point would be their

centre of operations for the present.

His pleasant holiday had done him a world of good, and he went back

to duty with renewed vigor and determination to fulfil his part to the

best of his ability in the work of not only recovering what had been

lost, but of making such gains in the struggle with the French as would

result in their ultimate abandonment of the whole field.

During the autumn and the early part of the winter he was not long at a

time idle, for General Loudon had in contemplation a winter attack upon

Ticonderoga, whereby the loss of Fort William Henry was to be avenged,

and there was a demand for all possible information concerning the

condition of the French fortress and the strength of its garrison.

Poor Captain Habecourt, who was in command at Ticonderoga, found the

Rangers very troublesome. They seemed to have no fear of him whatever,

and sometimes were audacious enough to come up to the very ramparts.

One mid-winter day they captured two soldiers within sight of the fort,

and killed a number of cattle, leaving tied to the horns of one of them

a note addressed to the commandant in these saucy terms:

"I am obliged to you, sir, for the rest you have allowed me to take

and the fresh meat you have sent me. I shall take good care of my

prisoners. My compliments to the Marquis of Montcalm.

ROGERS."

Seth took a particular interest in the winter's work because of the

understanding that it was by way of preparation for the attack which

would be made ere spring; and consequently he felt greatly disappointed

when the design was abandoned, and the information gathered at the cost

of so much danger and hardship not put to any account.

In the course of a talk with Major Rogers he opened his mind freely,

and expressed in pretty strong terms his opinion of the authorities who

were so liable to change their plans, and so slow to carry out anything

they did decide upon.

"Perhaps you should like to try another field," remarked the Major,

giving him a shrewd look, while the suspicion of a smile curved the

corners of his strong mouth.

There was a significance in his tone that Seth did not miss, and he

bent his eyes earnestly upon the veteran as he exclaimed:

"In another field? How do you mean? What chance have I to be anywhere

else?"

"Well, that depends," responded the Major, the enigmatical smile

becoming more pronounced. "Have you ever heard of Fort Duquesne?"

"Of course I have," answered Seth. "It's over there in the West, and

it's doing an immense amount of harm."

"Right you are, my son; and what would you think of joining an

expedition to attack it?"

"Nothing would suit me better," cried Seth, springing to his feet, and

standing before the Major with his face all in a glow. "Are you going,

sir? And can I go with you?"

"No, Seth, I am not going myself," was the reply, uttered in a grave

tone as of regret. "I am needed too much here; but there's nothing to

prevent you going if you want to do so, although I confess I shall be

sorry to lose you."

He then went on to explain that at last it had been determined to

attack Fort Duquesne, the French stronghold in the West, which was a

veritable hornet's nest; that a strong force was shortly to be sent

against it, starting from Philadelphia, and that a request had been

made for a detachment of Rangers to act as scouts in advance of the

main body.

"It is likely that a score of my men will go in answer to this

request," he continued; "and if you would like to go in command of

them, Seth, you have only to say the word."

"Then I say it," responded Seth promptly. "It doesn't look as if there

was going to be much done here for some time; and I'd rather be on

active service than idling about."

"You may consider the matter settled, then," said the Major. "I will

tell you more definitely about the arrangements in a day or two."

Seth went back to his room that night highly elated at the prospect

before him, and full of gratitude to his good friend, Major Rogers, who

had thus given him the first chance of accepting the commission.

"He seems to have no lack of faith in me," he mused. "I shall do my

best not to disappoint him."

A few days later he set out for Philadelphia with his company of twenty

men, carefully chosen by Major Rogers, who considered that they had the

reputation of the Rangers in their keeping, and gave them many a sage

injunction as he parted from them.

Naturally enough Seth felt very proud of his responsibility, for,

although he would of course be under the command of others, still the

very nature of the service he had to render was such as to leave him

much freedom of judgment and action, and the rest of the Rangers would

take all their orders from him as their supreme officer.

On reaching Philadelphia, and reporting to Brigadier Forbes, who was

charged with the command of the expedition, he was ordered to go on

to Raystown in the Alleghany mountains, whither the advance guard had

already proceeded.

Here he found several thousand men hard at work digging entrenchments,

and setting up palisades as though they meant to remain permanently.

There were Virginians in hunting-shirts, Highlanders in kilt and plaid,

and Royal Americans in the regulation scarlet, and they were all of one

mind in grumbling at their General for keeping them toiling with pick

and spade instead of hurrying them on to attack the fort.

The truth was, a difficulty had arisen about the route to be taken,

some being of opinion that they should proceed in a direct course to

Fort Duquesne, hewing a new road through the forest; and others, that

the best way was to march to Fort Cumberland, and thence follow the

road made by the ill-fated Braddock.

Lieutenant-Colonel Bouguet was in command at Raystown, and under

instructions from him Seth went on to Fort Cumberland with a message

for its commandant, who was no other than George Washington, already

risen to the rank of colonel, although but twenty-six years of age.

Little did Seth imagine when he presented himself to the tall, sinewy

officer with the strong, serene countenance, that he was talking with

the man destined in the course of years to be called "The Father of

his Country," and to win an unquestioned place among the heroes of the

world.

He found him very gracious in his manner; and, after the message

had been duly delivered and acknowledged, much interested in the

operations at Lake George and Lake Champlain, concerning which he

asked him many questions.

"The fame of Rogers' Rangers has reached us in Virginia," he said, "and

I am very glad we are to have the help of a few of you in our present

campaign. There will be plenty for you to do, I am sure, before our

work is finished."

He then went on to speak about the route which should be followed.

"I am quite clear in my own mind that the right thing in every respect

will be to take the same way as Braddock did. It will save a great deal

of time and labor, and having been taught wisdom by the awful fate of

Braddock's expedition, we are not likely to fall into the same trap."

Seth was a good listener, and the respectful attention paid by him to

Colonel Washington made a most favorable impression upon the latter,

who said to him on parting as he warmly shook his hand:

"I hope to meet you again, Ensign Allen; it is plain to me that you can

render us very valuable service, and I trust that you will have the

good fortune to get through this campaign unharmed."

Seth thanked him heartily for his courtesy and good wishes, and left

him with the feeling that this was the sort of leader under whom he

would like to serve. He accordingly felt very much disappointed when,

in spite of Washington's earnest protests and plea for the other

route, it was decided to cut a new road through the forest, because

it would be shorter, and when once made would form a readier line of

communication, although to make it would consume a vast amount of time

and labor.

Brigadier Forbes being in total ignorance of the strength of the enemy,

and what they were doing, Seth received instructions to go forward with

a scouting party and gain all the information possible. In addition to

his own men he was given a number of Indians, principally Cherokees and

Catawbas, whom he would have been just as well pleased to do without,

but his opinion was not asked in the matter.

The country through which he had to make his way was one vast

wilderness of trees and brushwood without a trace of human habitation,

as trackless as the ocean itself, so that Seth, who instinctively

distrusted the Indians, and relied upon them as little as possible,

found he needed all his knowledge of wood-craft and experience in

pathfinding to prevent his going astray.

It was also necessary to take the utmost precaution against being

ambushed by the French or their Indian allies, the Hurons, Miamis and

Pottawatomis, who might get knowledge of their movements and manage to

waylay them.

Nevertheless the scouting party made good progress through the

stern and silent maze, and without being discovered reached the

neighborhood of Fort Duquesne.

Here the Indians declared that they would go no farther until they had

duly performed certain mystic ceremonies which would protect the whole

party against mishap.

Seth was inclined at first to make light of their request, but on

second thoughts considered it best to humor them, and so the Rangers

gravely joined in the proceedings.

Having painted themselves in startling style and practised certain

incantations, the meaning of which was lost upon their white brethren,

the Indians then gathered close about their chief, who held an

otter-skin bag from which he took various charms, and tied them about

the necks of the others.

The bag itself, much to Seth's surprise, he hung upon his neck, saying

with utmost solemnity:

"Now the pale-faced chieftain cannot be killed. The bullets of the

enemy will be turned away by the medicine at his neck. He will be safe

no matter how many shoot at him."

[Illustration: "NOW THE PALE-FACED CHIEFTAIN CANNOT BE KILLED."]

It was said with such entire sincerity that in spite of himself Seth

could not help feeling impressed, and he thanked the chief warmly,

saying as he shook his hand:

"You are very kind to give me this medicine. I will take good care of

it, and I hope it will take good care of me."

Thus armed against fate the party then resumed its cautious advance

toward the fort.

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