AMERICAN HOSPITALITY.
Matters had reached this point at the moment when the story we
have undertaken to tell, begins: now that we have supplied these
indispensable explanations, we will take up our narrative again at the
point where we broke it off.
John Black and his family, posted behind the barricade that surrounded
the camp, regarded with joy, mingled with alarm, the cavalcade coming
toward them like a tornado, raising clouds of dust in its passage.
"Attention, boys!" the American said to his son and servants, with his
hand on his trigger. "You know the diabolical trickery of these apes of
the prairie; we must not let them surprise us a second time; at the
least suspicious sign, a bullet! We shall thus prove to them that we
are on our guard."
The emigrant's wife and daughter, with their eyes fixed on the prairie,
attentively followed the movements of the Indians.
"You are mistaken, my love," Mrs. Black said; "these men have no
hostile designs. The Indians rarely attack by day; when they do so,
they never come so openly as this."
"The more so," the young lady added, "as, if I am not mistaken, I can
see Europeans galloping at the head of the party."
"Oh!" Black said, "that really has no significance, my child. The
prairies swarm with scoundrels who join those demons of Redskins when
honest travellers are to be plundered. Who knows, indeed, whether white
men were not the instigators of last night's attack?"
"Oh, father, I never could believe such a thing as that," Diana
remarked.
Miss Black, of whom we have hitherto said but little, was a girl of
about seventeen, tall and slender; her large black eyes, bordered with
velvety lashes; the thick bandeaux of brown hair; her little mouth,
with its rosy lips and pearly teeth, made her a charming creature, who
would have been an ornament anywhere; but in the desert must naturally
attract attention. Religiously educated by her mother, a good and pious
Presbyterian, Diana still retained all the candour and innocence of
youth, combined with that experience of everyday life imparted by the
rude life of the clearings, where people begin early to think and act
for themselves. In the meanwhile the cavalcade rapidly approached, and
was now no great distance off.
"Those are really our animals galloping down there," Will said; "I
recognise Sultan, my good horse."
"And Dolly, my poor milch cow," Mrs. Black said, with a sigh.
"Console yourselves," Diana said, "I'll answer for it these people are
bringing back our cattle."
The emigrant shook his head in agitation.
"The Indians never give up what they have once seized; but, by my soul,
I'll have it out with them, and not let myself be robbed without a
trial for it."
"Wait a minute, father," said Will, stopping him, for the emigrant was
about to leap over the intrenchments, "we shall soon know what their
intentions are."
"Hum! they are very clear, in my idea. The demons want to propose to us
some disgusting bargain."
"Perhaps, father, you are mistaken," Diana said, quickly; "and see,
they are stopping, and apparently consulting."
In fact, on arriving within gunshot, the Indians halted, and began
talking together.
"Why shall we not go on?" the Count asked Bright-eye.
"H'm, you don't know the Yankees, Mr. Edward. I am sure that, if we
were to go ten paces further, we should be saluted by a shower of
bullets."
"Nonsense!" the young man said, with a shrug of his shoulder; "they are
not so mad as to act in that way."
"It's possible; but they would do as I tell you. Look attentively, and
you will see from this spot the barrels of their rifles glistening
between the stakes of the barricades."
"By Jove! it's true; then they want to be massacred."
"They would have been so long ago, had not my brother interceded in
their favour," Natah Otann said, joining in the conversation.
"And I thank you, chief. The desert is large; what harm can those poor
devils do you?"
"They, none; but presently others will come and settle by their side,
and so on; so that in six months my brother would see a city at a spot
where there is now nothing but nature as it left the omnipotent hands
of the Master of Life."
"That is true," Bright-eye said, "the Yankees respect nothing; the rage
for building cities renders them dangerous madmen."
"Why have we stopped, chief?" the Count said, recurring to his first
question.
"To negotiate."
"Will you do me a kindness? Leave this business to me. I am curious
to see how these people understand the laws of war, and how they will
receive me."
"My brother is free."
"Wait for me here, then, and do not make a move during my absence."
The young man took off his weapons, which he handed to his servant.
"What?" Ivon remarked. "Are you going, my lord, in this state among
those heretics?"
"How else should I go? You know very well that a flag of truce has
nothing to fear."
"That is possible," the Breton said, very slightly convinced; "but if
your lordship will believe me, you will, at least, keep your pistols in
your belt; for an accident happens so easily, and you do not know among
what sort of people you are going."
"You are mad!" the Count said, shrugging his shoulders.
"Well, then, as you are going unarmed to speak with people who do not
inspire me with the slightest confidence, I must ask your lordship to
permit me to accompany you."
"You, nonsense!" the young man said, laughing. "You know very well that
you are a wonderful coward; that's agreed on."
"Perfectly true; but I feel capable of anything to defend my master."
"There we have it; your cowardice need only come on you suddenly, and,
in your alarm, you will be ready to kill everybody. No, no, none of
that; I do not wish to get into trouble through you."
And dismounting, he walked in the direction of the barricades. On
arriving a short distance from them, he took out a white handkerchief,
and waved it in the air. Black, still ready to fire, carefully watched
the Count's every movement, and when he saw his amicable demonstration,
he rose, and made him a signal to come on. The young man quietly
returned his handkerchief to his pocket, lit a cigar, stuck his glass
in his eye, and after drawing on his gloves, walked resolutely on. On
reaching the intrenchments, he found himself in front of Black, who was
waiting for him, leaning on his rifle.
"What do you want of me?" the American said, roughly. "Make haste! I
have no time to lose in conversation."
The Count surveyed him haughtily, assumed the most insolent posture he
could select, and puffing a cloud of smoke into his face, said dryly--
"You are not polite, my dear fellow."
"Halloa!" the other said. "Have you come here to insult me?"
"I have come to do you a service; and if you continue in that tone, I
am afraid I shall be obliged not to do it."
"We'll see to that--do me a service! And what may it be?" the American
asked with a grin.
"You are a low fellow," the Count remarked, "with whom it is offensive
to talk. I prefer to withdraw."
"Withdraw--oh, nonsense! You are too valuable a hostage. I shall
keep you, my gentleman, and only give you up at a good figure,", the
American continued.
"What! Is that the way you comprehend the law of nations? That's
curious," the Count said, still sarcastic.
"There is no law of nations with bandits."
"Thanks for your compliment, master. And what would you do to keep me,
if I did not think proper?"
"Like this," the American said, laying his hand roughly on his shoulder.
"What!" the Count said. "I really believe, Heaven forgive me! that you
dared to lay a hand on me!"
And ere the emigrant had time to prevent it, he seized him round the
waist, lifted him from the ground, and hurled him over the barricade.
The giant fell all bruised in the middle of his camp. Instead of
withdrawing, as any other might have done in his place, the young man
crossed his arms, and waited, smoking peacefully. The emigrant, stunned
by his rough fall, rose, shaking himself like a wet dog, and feeling
his ribs, to assure himself that there was nothing broken. The ladies
uttered a cry of terror on seeing him re-enter the camp in such a
peculiar way, while his son and servants looked toward him, ready to
fire at the first signal.
"Lower your guns," he said to them; and leaping once more over the
barricade, he walked towards the Count. The latter awaited him with
perfect calmness.
"Ah! there you are," he said, "Well, how did you like that?"
"Come, come," the American replied, holding out his hand; "I was in the
wrong; I am a brute beast; forgive me."
"Very good; I like you better like that; we only need to understand
each other. You are now prepared to listen to me, I fancy?"
"Quite."
There are certain men, like John Black, with whom it is necessary to
employ extreme measures, and prove your superiority to them. With such
persons you do not argue, but smash them; after which it always happens
that these men, before so intractable, become gentle as lambs, and do
all you want. The American, possessed of great strength, and confiding
in it, thought he had a right to be insolent with a slight and weak
looking man; but so soon as this man had proved to him, in a peremptory
manner, that he was the more powerful of the two, the bull drew in his
horns, and recoiled all the distance he had advanced.
"This night," the Count then said, "you were attacked by the Blackfeet;
I wished to come to your aid, but it was impossible, and, besides, I
should have arrived too late. As, however, for some reason or other;
the men who attacked you feel a certain amount of consideration for me,
I have profited by my influence to make them restore the cattle they
stole from you."
"Thanks; believe that I sincerely regret what has passed between us;
but I was so annoyed by the loss I had experienced."
"I understand all that, and willingly pardon you, the more so as I,
perhaps, gave you rather too rude a shock just now."
"Oh, do not mention it, I beg."
"As you please; it is all the same to me."
"And my cattle?"
"Are at your disposal. Will you have them at once?"
"I will not conceal from you that--"
"Very good," the Count interrupted him; "wait a minute, I will tell
them to bring them up."
"Do you think I have nothing to fear from the Indians?"
"Not if you know how to manage them."
"Well, then, shall I wait for you?"
"Only a few minutes."
The Count went down the hill again with the same calm step he had gone
up it. So soon as he rejoined the Indians, his friends surrounded him;
they had seen all that passed, and were delighted at the way in which
he had ended the discussion.
"Good heavens! how coarse those Americans are," the young man said.
"Pray give him his cattle, chief, and let us have done with him. The
animal all but put me in a passion."
"He is coming toward us," Natah Otann replied, with an undefinable
smile. Black, indeed, soon came up. The worthy emigrant, having been
duly scolded by his wife and daughter, had recognized the full extent
of his stupidity, and was most anxious to repair it.
"Really, gentlemen," he said, "we cannot part in this way. I owe you
great obligations, and am desirous to prove to you that I am not such a
brute as I probably seem to be. Be kind enough to stay with us, if only
for an hour, to show us that you bear no malice."
This invitation was given in a hearty, but, at the same time, cordial
manner, and it was so evident that the good man was confused, that
the Count had not the heart to refuse him. The Indians camped where
they were. The chief and the three hunters followed the American into
his camp, where the cattle had already been restored. The reception
was as it should be in the desert; the ladies had hastily prepared
refreshments under the tent, while William and the two serving men made
a breach in the barricade, to give passage to his father's guests. Lucy
Black and Diana awaited the newcomers at the entrance of the camp.
"You are welcome, gentlemen," the Americans wife said, with a graceful
bow; "we are all so much indebted to you, that we are only too happy to
receive you."
The chief and the Count bowed politely to the lady, who was doing all
in her power to repair the clumsy brutality of her husband. The Count,
at the sight of Diana, felt an emotion which he could not, at the first
blush, understand; his heart beat on regarding this charming creature,
who was exposed to so many dangers through the life to which she was
condemned. Diana blushed at the ardent glance of the young man, and
timidly drew nearer her mother, with that instinct of modesty innate
in woman's heart, which makes her ever seek protection from her to whom
she owes existence.
After the first compliments, Natah Otann, the Count, and Bright-eye,
entered the tent where Black and his son were awaiting them. When the
ice was broken, which does not take long among people accustomed to
prairie life, the conversation became more animated and intimate.
"So," the Count asked, "you have left the clearings with the intention
of never returning?"
"Oh, yes," the emigrant answered; "for a man having a family,
everything is becoming so dear on the frontier, that he must make up
his mind to enter the desert."
"I can understand your doing so as a man, for you can always manage to
get out of difficulties; but your wife and daughter--you condemn them
to a very sorrowful and dangerous life."
"It is a wife's duty to follow her husband," Mrs. Black said with a
slight accent of reproach. "I am happy wherever he is, provided I am by
his side."
"Good, madam; I admire such sentiments; but permit me an observation."
"Certainly, sir."
"Was it necessary to come so far to find a suitable farm?"
"Certainly not; but we should have run the risk of being someday
expelled from the new clearing by the owners of the land, and compelled
to begin a new plantation further away," she said.
"While now," Black continued, "at the place where we are, we have
nothing of that sort to fear, as the land belongs to nobody."
"My brother is mistaken," the chief said, who had not yet spoken a
word; "the country, for ten days' march in every direction, belongs to
me and my tribe; the Paleface is here on the hunting grounds of the
Kenhas."
Black regarded Natah Otann with an air of embarrassment.
"Well," he said, after a moment's pause, as if speaking against the
grain; "we will go further, wife."
"Where can the Palefaces go to find land that belongs to nobody?" the
chief continued, severely.
This time the American had not a word to say. Diana, who had never
before seen an Indian so close, regarded the chief with a mingled
feeling of curiosity and terror. The Count smiled.
"The chief is right," Bright-eye said, "the prairies belong to the Red
men."
Black had bowed his head on his chest, in perplexity.
"What is to be done?" he muttered.
Natah Otann laid his hand on his shoulder.
"Let my brother open his ears," he said to him; "a chief is about to
speak."
The American fixed an inquiring glance on him.
"Does this country suit my brother then?" the Indian continued.
"Why should I deny it? This country is the finest I ever saw; close to
me I have the river, behind me, immense virgin forests. Oh yes, it is a
fine country, and I should have made a magnificent plantation."
"I have told my Paleface brother," the chief went on, "that this
country belonged to me."
"Yes, you told me so, chief, and it is true; I cannot deny it."
"Well, if the Paleface desires it, he can obtain so much ground as he
wishes," Natah Otann said, concisely.
At this proposition, which the American was far from suspecting, he
pricked up his ears; the squatter's nature was aroused in him.
"How can I buy the land when I possess nothing?" he said.
"That is of no consequence," the chief replied.
The astonishment now became general; each looked at the Indian
curiously: for the conversation had suddenly acquired a grave
importance which no one expected. Black, however, was not deceived by
this apparent facility.
"The chief has doubtless not understood me," he said.
The Indian shook his head.
"The Paleface cannot buy the land, because he has not wherewith to pay
for it; those were his words."
"True; and the chief answered that it was of little matter."
"I said so."
There was no mistake, the two men had clearly understood one another.
"There is some devilry behind that," Bright-eye muttered in his
moustache; "an Indian does not give an egg, unless he expects an ox in
return."
"What do you want to arrive at, chief?" the Count asked Natah Otann,
frankly.
"I will explain myself," the latter said; "my brother interests himself
in this family, I believe?"
"I do," the young man answered, with some surprise, "and you know my
reasons."
"Good; let my brother pledge himself to accompany me during two moons,
without asking any explanation of my actions, and give me his aid
whenever I require it, and I will give this man as much ground as he
needs to found a settlement, and he need never fear being annoyed by
the Redskins, or dispossessed by the Whites, for I am really the owner
of the land, and no other can lay claim to it."
"A moment," Bright-eye said, as he rose; "in my presence, Mr. Edward
will not accept such a bargain; no one buys a pig in a poke, and it
would be madness to submit his will to the caprices of another man."
Natah Otann frowned, his eye flashed fire, and he rose.
"Dog of the Palefaces," he shouted, "take care of thy words--I have
once spared thy life."
"Your menaces do not frighten me, Redskin," the Canadian replied,
resolutely; "you lie if you say that you were master of my life; it
only depends from the will of God; you cannot cause a hair of my head
to fall without His consent."
Natah Otann laid his hand on his knife, a movement immediately imitated
by the hunter, and they stood opposite each other, ready for action.
The ladies uttered a shriek of terror, William and his father stood
before them, ready to interfere in the quarrel, if it were necessary.
But the Count had already, quick as thought, thrown himself between the
two men, shouting loudly--
"Stop! I insist on it!"
Yielding to the ascendency of the speaker, the Blackfoot and the
Canadian each fell back a step, returned their knives to their girdles,
and waited. The Count looked at them for a moment, then, holding out
his hand to Bright-eye, said, affectionately--
"Thank you, my friend, but for the present I do not require your aid."
"Good, good," the hunter said; "you know I am yours, body and soul. Mr.
Edward, it is only deferred." And the worthy Canadian sat down again
quietly.
"As for you, chief," the young man continued, "the proposals are
unacceptable. I should be mad to agree to them, and I hope I am not
quite in that state yet. I wish to teach you this, that I have only
come on the prairie to hunt for a short time; that time has passed;
pressing business requires my presence in the United States, and
dispels my desire to be useful to these good people; so soon as I have
accompanied you to the village, according to my promise, I shall say
good-bye to you, and probably never return."
"Which will be extremely agreeable to me," Bright-eye said, in
confirmation.
The Indian did not stir.
"Still," the Count went on, "there is, perhaps, a way of settling the
matter to the satisfaction of all parties; land is not so dear here;
tell me your price, and I will pay you at once, either in dollars, or
in bills on a New York banker."
"All right," the hunter said; "there is still that way open."
"Oh! I thank you, sir," Mrs. Black exclaimed, "but my husband cannot
and ought not to accept such a proposal."
"Why not, my dear lady, if it suits me, and the chief accepts my offer?"
Black, we must do him the justice to say, satisfied himself by
signifying his approval by a gesture; but the worthy squatter, like
a true American, was very careful not to say a word. As for Diana,
fascinated by such disinterestedness, she gazed on the Count with eyes
sparkling with gratitude, not daring to express aloud what her secret
thoughts were about this noble and generous gentleman. Natah Otann
raised his head.
"I will prove to my brother," he said, in a gentle voice, and bowing
courteously, "that the Red men are as generous as the Palefaces. I sell
him eight hundred acres of land, to be chosen where he pleases along
the river, for one dollar."
"A dollar?" the young man exclaimed, in surprise.
"Yes," the chief said, smiling, "in that way I shall be paid, my
brother will owe me nothing; and if he consents to stay a little while
with me, it will be of his own accord, and because he likes to be with
a true friend."
This unforeseen result to a scene which had for a moment threatened to
end in blood, filled all persons with surprise. Bright-eye alone was
not duped by the chief's courtesy.
"There's something behind it," he muttered to himself, "but I will
watch, and that demon must be very cunning to cheat me."
The Count was affected by this generosity, which he was far from
expecting.
"There, chief," he said, handing him the stipulated dollar, "now we are
quits; but be assured that I will not be outdone by you."
Natah Otann bowed courteously.
"Now," the Count continued, "a last favour."
"Let my brother speak, he has the right to ask everything of me."
"Make peace with my old Bright-eye,"
"As my brother desires it," the chief said, "I will do so willingly;
and, as a sign of reconciliation, I beg him to accept the dollar you
have given me."
The hunter's first impulse was to decline it; but he thought better of
it, took the dollar, and carefully placed it in his belt. Black knew
not how to express his gratitude to the Count, who had really made him
a landed proprietor; and the same day the American and his son chose
the land on which the plantation should be established. The Count drew
up on a leaf of his pocketbook a regular deed of sale, which was signed
by himself, Bright-eye, and Ivon, as witnesses, by Black as purchaser,
and at the foot of which Natah Otann drew the totem of his tribe, and
an animal intended to represent a bear, which formed his speaking but
most emblematical signature. The chief, had he pleased, could have
signed like the rest, but he wished to hide from all the instruction he
owed to the White Buffalo. Black preciously placed the deed between the
leaves of his family bible, and said to the Count, while squeezing his
hand hard enough to smash it--
"Remember that you have in John Black a man who will let his bones be
broken for you, whenever you think proper."
Diana said nothing, but she gave the young man a look which paid him
amply for what he had done for the family.
"Attention," Bright-eye said, in a whisper, the first time he found
himself alone with Ivon; "from this day watch carefully over your
master, for a terrible danger threatens him."