FOREWARNED.
When the settlers left the fort in the spring, Honeywood moved into the
house of his father-in-law, Israel Blanchard, his own dwelling being
at a greater distance from the fort than any other at the Run. He,
however, became tired of going so far every day to his work, and chose
to go back to his own home when he had recovered from a wound received
in a skirmish with the Indians in hoeing-time. His family consisted of
himself, wife, and two children; the eldest boy about six, the other a
little child.
Cal Holdness had come over to take supper with them; and, having
despatched the meal, they were variously occupied.
The mother was undressing Eddie, and the youngest child was asleep in
the cradle. Cal's rifle was out of order; and he had brought it with
him, that Harvey might repair it. He laid the weapon across his knees,
and proceeded to take off the lock, Cal holding a lighted sliver of
pitch-wood to give him light. It was a sultry night, and the house,
built of hewn timber, excessively warm. The doors and bullet-proof
shutters being closed, there was no ventilation except by means of the
chimney, and the loop-holes which were only large enough to admit the
barrel of a rifle. Honeywood, noticing the drops of perspiration on the
face of his wife, said,--
"Sarah, I've a good mind to open the door: see how that child in the
cradle sweats, and you are well-nigh roasted. If I open the door 'twill
make a good draught up the chimney, and cool the house off for the
night."
"Don't, husband, I beg of you: it's just the time of year when Indians
are most likely to come; we've just heard that they've been killing
people at Shamakin. It's not long since they took Fort Granville, and
killed all the garrison but one; and this very day you've been telling
the neighbors that we ought to go into the fort, and not wait to reap
the grain first; and now you want to open the door, and there may be a
dozen Indians around it. Have you forgotten that this very last spring
Mr. Maccoy's family were sitting one evening with the door open, and an
Indian was creeping up to it, when the Black Rifle shot him, or they
would all have been murdered? I know it's warm, but I had rather bear
the heat than have you open the door."
"I don't think there's any danger: there's two of us here."
"My rifle can't be depended upon," said Cal.
"But there's two more loaded in the brackets, and two smooth-bores; and
we're not obliged to sit near the doors."
"Oh, don't, husband! an Indian always seems to me just like the Evil
One: you can't hear or see him till he is upon you. They may be lurking
round the house this moment." She had scarcely finished when there was
a loud rap on the door.
Cal, placing the pine sliver in a stone made to hold it on the hearth,
took a rifle from the wall. Honeywood said, "Who is there?"
"Wasaweela," was the reply in the unmistakable tone and accent of a
savage.
"We shall be murdered," cried Mrs. Honeywood, catching the sleeping
child from the cradle. "O Edward! fire right through the door, and
kill him."
"I shall do no such thing: he's an old friend of mine;" and he
instantly began to unbar the door. His wife ran into the bedroom with
the child in her arms, little Eddie following in his nightgown, holding
fast to his mother's clothes, and screaming lustily in concert with his
brother. Cal Holdness, on the other hand, a true frontier boy cradled
amid alarms, restored to the bracket the rifle he had held ready to
fire.
As the door opened, an Indian stepped in, so very tall (though he
stooped considerably as he entered) that the single feather on his
scalp-lock brushed the lintel. He was not painted for war; naked except
a breech-cloth, and his only arms were the knife and tomahawk in his
belt. His moccasons and leggings were torn, and his whole body reeking
with perspiration, as though he had undergone great and prolonged
exertion. He, in the language of the Mohawks, greeted Honeywood, who
replied in the same tongue.
After drinking some water, he took the seat offered him, and remained
silent some time, either to collect his thoughts, as is customary with
Indians, who are never in haste to speak, or perhaps to regain his
breath; while Honeywood, familiar with the customs of the savages,
waited till he should see fit to speak.
Mrs. Honeywood was a woman of fortitude, reared on the frontier; but
the news of recent murders by the Indians, the knowledge that her
husband, a most resolute man, had warned his neighbors that no time
should be lost in getting into garrison, coupled with the sudden
appearance of the Indian, all conspired to excite her fears till they
were beyond control. She had also been brought up with such prejudices,
that it was almost impossible for her to believe that any confidence
could be safely reposed in a savage. But observing that the Indian
was not in his war-paint, but partially armed, that he manifested no
concern when her husband barred the door, thus placing himself entirely
at the mercy of him and Cal, also recollecting that she had seen him
at her father's, and how faithfully he at that time performed an
engagement, her fears subsided, and she began to soothe the terrified
children.
Meanwhile every feature of Cal's countenance manifested the intense
desire he felt to know the meaning of this singular and abrupt visit,
for it was evident enough that his was no idle errand; neither could he
sufficiently admire the noble proportions of a form in which strength
and agility were so happily blended.
At length rising to his feet, he said, "Brother, listen. We have eaten
of each other's bread, drank of the same cup, and spread our blankets
at the same fire. Though the Great Spirit has made us of a different
color, we are one in heart."
Extending his hand as he uttered these words, it was grasped by
Honeywood. He then proceeded, "Brother, open your ears. Your king and
the French king have dug up the hatchet. The Delawares, Shawanees,
Monseys, and some other Indians, have joined the French. They have
struck the English very hard, and killed their great chief who came
over the water. The Delawares and Shawanees have taken the scalps of
a great many of your people, and driven them from the land that the
Delawares say belongs to them, and that your people took and never paid
for. Is it not so?"
Honeywood made a gesture of assent.
"The Six Nations do not like the French. We have struck them very hard
in days that are past; but we do not wish to interfere in the quarrel
between the thirteen fires and the Delawares, though the Delawares are
our nephews.
"We cannot always keep our young men in subjection: therefore some of
them may have gone with the Delawares and the French. This we cannot
help: we did not send them; if you take their scalps, it is no cause
for quarrel between us.
"Brother, open your ears. The Delawares and Shawanees have struck your
people, and you have done the same to them, and struck the Delawares
much harder than they have struck you; you are great warriors. The Six
Nations do not think it right or just that the pale-faces should take
the land of the Delawares without paying them for it: therefore they
look on, and let them strike you. You are my brother; I know you to be
a just and brave man, though you live among very bad people: therefore
I've run a great ways and very fast to tell you that the Delawares
are coming to take your scalp and the scalps of all your people, that
their young men whose scalps your people have taken may rest in their
graves."
"I thank you, brother. When will the Delawares come?"
"At break of day, after the sun comes and goes."
"How many of them?"
The Mohawk took from his pouch seven kernels of parched corn, placed
them in a row on the table, and spread out his fingers over them,
saying,--
"So many Delawares."
Then, taking away all but two of the kernels, he again spread his
fingers, saying, "So many Shawanees," and then signified that there
would be the same number of Monseys. Honeywood then inquired if there
would be any French officers or soldiers with them, to which the Mohawk
replied that there would not.
"It is well, brother: we will be ready."
While all were attentively listening, the little child had left the
mother's side (who was too much occupied with the fearful tidings to
heed his motions), and, venturing farther and farther, at length crept
to the feet of the Indian, and began playing with his leggings, which
were of a bright red color.
The little creature, gradually becoming more bold, at length stood up
on his feet by holding the lacings of the leggings, and looked proudly
around, crowing and laughing, no doubt thinking himself the central
figure of the group, and the object of universal attention.
"One hundred and ten raging Indians! Our time has come: we shall all be
murdered!" exclaimed the mother.
Honeywood set food before the Mohawk, then took off his moccasons,
which were worn, and his leggings, and gave him some water for his
feet. The Indian signified his wish to sleep till within an hour of
daybreak. Honeywood spread blankets on the floor, promising to watch,
and rouse him at the proper time. Wasaweela, wrapping himself in a
blanket, was asleep in a moment. The others retired to the bedroom,
where they conversed in low tones.
"Sarah, you've heard your father say many times, and you, Cal, have
also heard your father say, if an Indian war should break out, that
this Mohawk who then hunted with me, and was apparently so friendly,
would be the very first to take my scalp and those of my family. Now
you see what he has done,--travelled through woods and swamps, forded
or swum rivers, much of the time on the run night and day, to save the
life of one (and the lives of his family) who had merely treated him
kindly."
"Isn't he a noble-looking man?" said Cal. "Isn't he handsome,
beautiful? What an arm and leg he's got! and his breast, and so
tall--just as straight as a pine-tree. Didn't you see him smile when
the baby stood up and held on to his leggings? and what a pleasant
smile it was too! Oh, I wish I was such a man!"
Cal's conception of beauty lay in thews and sinews.
"But, husband, what will become of us? A hundred Indians, only think of
it!--seventy Delawares, twenty Shawanees, and twenty Monseys; and the
Delawares are the most bloodthirsty of all. It seems to me that you or
Cal ought to go this moment, and rouse the neighbors, and get into the
fort before morning: you might both go, but I couldn't be left alone
with this Indian."
"Not after he made such efforts to save you and the children's lives?"
"No: I suppose I ought not to feel so, but I cannot help it."
"There's no cause, wife, for alarm, nor for haste. There are no
Frenchmen coming, and of course there is no artillery. The fort is
well prepared for a much longer siege than is to be apprehended from
Indians. It is well provided with water, provisions, and ammunition;
and we are all at home, and every man fit for duty, not a disabled man
amongst us. There's time enough to move after daylight."
"Most of our provisions are in the fort now," said Cal; "never have
been taken away. Every family can move in three hours."
"If," continued Honeywood, "they could have come upon us by surprise,
and caught each family in their own home, our case would have been a
desperate one; but, forewarned and prepared, it is entirely another
matter. Now, wife, you and Cal had better try to get some rest, for
to-morrow will be a busy, trying day."
"I can lie down; but as for sleeping, it's no use to think of it."
"Well, lie down, then: 'twill rest you."
"I'll divide the watch with you, Mr. Honeywood," said Cal; "and when I
think by the moon it's twelve o'clock, I'll call you."
Honeywood went to bed, and slept as soundly as though no danger
threatened him or his. Such is the result of strong nerves, and
familiarity with peril. His wife, on the other hand, lay sleepless; or,
if for a few moments she dozed, would awake with a start, imagining she
heard the sound of the war-whoop.
At midnight Cal woke Honeywood, but, instead of going to bed, lay down
on the floor, as he wished to be at hand when the Mohawk left, and to
witness the parting.
He was unwilling to lose any opportunity of contemplating a being who
by his splendid physical proportions, and the noble qualities of his
heart, had quite won the affections of the enthusiastic youth.
Honeywood woke the Mohawk, and placed food before him, of which the
latter partook heartily; he also presented him with a new pair of
moccasons and leggings, to replace his that were so much torn, also
a pipe filled and lighted. After smoking, apparently with great
satisfaction, he rose, drew his belt round him, and, extending his hand
to Honeywood, said,--
"Brother, be strong: the Delawares are many, but they are cowards; we
have put the hoe in their hands, and made women of them. If they master
your scalp, your people will revenge your death. Farewell." With the
noiseless step of a savage he left the house, and disappeared in the
shades of the forest.