NED RANGELY.
It was now time to gather the corn. Sammy was obliged to suspend his
operations, and the entire community were busily employed in harvesting
and husking. The ears were picked off and husked in the field, and the
sound corn put in log cribs inside the fort.
A strong scout was sent out, boys placed back to back on stumps to
watch while the rest were at work. Every nerve was strained to place
their bread-corn out of the reach of the savages; for, this being
accomplished, their anxieties in respect to food would cease.
The corn-crop and all their crops were late sown and planted, by reason
of Indian alarms, and because in the spring they were occupied in
building the mill.
The last basketful had been placed on the sled; and Honeywood took up
his goad to start the oxen, when Mrs. Sumerford exclaimed, "Who's that?
I saw a man, I know I did, come from behind the big rock, cross the
ford and the little clear spot between there and the woods; and I think
he had a rifle on his shoulder."
All now stood on their guard, rifle in hand.
"It ain't an Indian, that's sartain," said Holdness: "an Indian
wouldn't be walking about in plain sight, with a rifle on his shoulder."
"Who else can it be? We haven't seen a white face for months. I think
we'd better run for the garrison," said Mrs. Blanchard.
"I see him," said McClure. "It's a white man, but none of our folks:
he's got a pack and a rifle. It's some ranger who has lost his way."
Every eye was now eagerly fastened on the stranger, who travelled
slowly as though fatigued.
"It's Ned Rangely, Brad," shouted McClure, "as sure as the sun is in
the heavens: it's Ned, who hunted and trapped with us so many winters
at Red Stone, and has been in more Indian fights than any man on the
frontier. Don't you see how he carries that left arm: that was broke by
an Indian bullet?"
"I believe you're right, neighbor."
"Right? I know I am: I could tell him among a thousand."
They both started towards the stranger, who stopped, and stood leaning
on his rifle, evidently fatigued.
"God bless you, Ned Rangely! Is that yourself?" cried Holdness, seizing
one hand, while McClure laid his hand upon his shoulder.
"How are you, old stand-by?" cried McClure. "It does a man good, these
ticklish times, to look on your old face. Haven't you come in a good
time? We've plenty to eat, nothing to do; and you've got to stay here
with us all the rest of your life."
"Wish I could; but the fact is, we came on business, and must do it and
be off."
"Not a word of business till morning," said McClure, clapping his hand
on Rangely's mouth: "come, go home with me."
"Let him go with me to-night," said Holdness, "because he's tired and
foot-sore, and you can come with him: and he can go to your house
to-morrow."
To this McClure assented. One taking Rangely's rifle, and the other
his pack, they marched off, leaving the rest to get in the corn.
Holdness did not lack for company that evening; all the young people
coming in to listen to the talk of these old comrades, Rangely's
in particular, whose whole life had been a scene of perils and
hair-breadth escapes.
The next day was a leisure one, the harvest being secured. Holdness and
Rangely strolled over to McClure's: soon Honeywood dropped in, Maccoy,
Stewart, Ned Armstrong, Harry Sumerford, Andrew McClure, and others of
the young men.
"Now, Ned," said Holdness, "there's a number of us here: we'll listen
to your business, whatever 'tis. We've no separate interests, but are
like so many peas in one pod, that all touch, and there's no parting
'twixt 'em."
Rangely looked round upon this noble group of stalwart men and youth
with evident delight as he said,--
"Well, neighbors, I was sent here by those who pretend to know more'n
I do, to raise men for a skirmage with these Delawares, Monseys,
Shawanees, and what not red trash, that are whooping round, and
scalping women and children. They want to raise three or four hundred
men, and just wipe 'em out. They want men that can shoot and march, and
know how to fight Indians in the woods; and they don't want nothing
else. So you see, 'cause they knowed I was acquainted, they sent me up
here."
"We're much obliged to 'em," said Holdness. "Didn't think the rest of
the world knew we was in it, or cared whether we lived or died. Don't
s'pose they did, till they happened to want to make use on us. It
strikes me, Ned, they sent you on a fool's errand."
"I'm pretty much of the same opinion with Brad," said McClure,--"that
we've got about enough to do to take care of ourselves and them what
look to us. Here we've stood in death's door, as you may say, ever
since the war began. There isn't a man, scarcely a boy, not to say
children, what hasn't a scar on him; and some of us are pretty much
cut to pieces. There's about as many of us under the sod, killed
by Indians, as there are above it. And now you ask us to leave our
families, forts, and guns, and go to fight for people who wouldn't lift
a finger to help us, and wouldn't have let us have cannon nor powder
if they could have helped it."
"As for me," said Armstrong, "I'm not going into them woods to throw
away my life, and be ambushed by Indians, at the tail of these
turkey-cocks like Braddock, who don't know the first thing of the duty
they are sent to perform, and are fit only to lead men to death and
destruction."
"Don't think we cast any reflection upon you, Ned," said Holdness, "for
doing the errand; but you see how the neighbors feel about it."
"I've no doubt what you say is all true," replied Rangely,--"true as
the Bible, and they say that's just so. But, you see, these Indians
get together in their towns, three or four hundred of them: there
they keep their women, children, and ammunition the French give 'em,
lay out their plans, and divide their scalping-parties to go to those
places they think most exposed. When they have struck their blow, they
go back with their scalps and prisoners to have a great dance and
jollification, and get ready for another raid, and the whites that are
left flee into the older settlements, and leave the country to them.
They don't kere any thing 'bout the forts: they're a good ways apart,
and they can pass 'em night or day."
"That's so," said Maccoy.
"What they want is to have the Province raise a force of men what know
the woods, and have had experience in fighting Indians,--not a blasted
red-coat among 'em,--and carry the war into the Indian country up to
their towns, clean 'em out, kill their women and children, burn up
their possessions and forts now just as winter comes on: that'll quail
'em to some purpose. I reckon," said Ned, looking round him, "I've come
to the right place for that sort of men: think I've seen some of 'em
afore to-day, and when the bullets were flying lively."
"But," said Stewart, "an' we tak' the gait you propose, what will
hinder the scalping-parties you speak of from falling upon our families
while we're awa'?"
"You have a very strong fort here, have taught the Indians some hard
lessons, and, after this last mauling, they won't be in a hurry to
meddle with you. You can leave enough to defend the fort, and then
spare quite a number. It's for you, not for me, to judge whether by
going on this expedition you won't be taking the best method to break
the power of the Indians, and protect yourselves for the time to come."
Thus far the debate had been carried on chiefly by McClure, Holdness,
and Armstrong. Israel Blanchard was not present; and the young men,
though eager for any thing that promised a fight with Indians, were
too modest to obtrude their views; while Honeywood had not opened his
mouth. Noticing this, McClure said,--
"I should like to have Mr. Honeywood's mind on this matter."
"I," said Honeywood, "would inquire, in the first place, who is to
command this force it is proposed to raise?"
"Sure enough! We've been beating all about the bush; and Ned, as he
allers does, has hit the nail right on the head," said Holdness.
"Who is to command it? Kernel Armstrong," replied Rangely.
"I wat weel that makes an unco difference, sae much that it becomes us
to gie the matter special consideration," said Stewart.
"Indeed it makes a difference," said Holdness.
"I know Kernel Armstrong right well. I've fought with him, and fought
under him: so has Hugh Crawford who's dead and gone, and Harry's
father."
"I think," said Honeywood, "there's much truth in what Mr. Rangely
has said,--that by joining this expedition we take the best method to
defend ourselves, and break the Indian power. If instead of building
all these forts, and manning them with soldiers half of whom will run
at the sight of an Indian, the same money had been spent in getting
together a force of frontier-men led by a suitable person to do what is
now on foot, a great portion of this terrible slaughter and destruction
of property would have been saved. One-half the money would have done
it."
"I'd 'a' taken the job for that," said McClure, "and found the men."
"One great reason why the Indians so much dread the Black Rifle is, he
pursues the same course in respect to them that they do towards the
whites; and they can never be sure that he is not lurking round their
wigwams. A whole British army wouldn't make the impression upon them
that he has. One thing's very certain: if the Province is going to wait
for the king and council to send an army over here, the chiefs of the
Six Nations won't be able to hold their young men; but they will join
the French, and drive us to the coast. The garrison is now in excellent
condition: the harvest is secured; there is ammunition and provision;
and I think we might spare some men, and leave enough to defend the
fort."
"We'll defend the fort," cried Sam Sumerford, unable to contain
himself: "the Screeching Catamounts'll defend the fort; we've done it
one time."
"Well crowed, my young cock of the walk," said Rangely, patting him on
the head: "you'll be wanted."
"I," continued Honeywood, "am ready to volunteer on condition that the
force is made up of men that are used to the woods, and that they are
commanded by Col. Armstrong and such other officers as he selects: if
I get there, and find it otherwise, I shall shoulder my rifle and come
home again."
"I'll go," said Harry Sumerford.
"I'll go," said Ned Armstrong.
"And I," said Nat Cuthbert.
"We'll all go," said Andrew McClure; "we'll follow Harry: where he
goes we'll go,--that is, if the old folks think best."
"I'll go," said Hugh Crawford, "if it's thought best."
By this time the news had spread. Israel Blanchard, Wood, and Holt came
in, and, after hearing what had been said and done, approved heartily
of the proceedings.
"Ain't you and McClure goin', Brad?" asked Rangely.
"We ain't often behind, Ned, when bullets are flying; and sha'n't be
now, I reckon."
Holdness, perceiving by the looks of Harry Sumerford that he had
something he would like to say, remarked,--
"Harry, I see you've somewhat on your mind: what is it?"
"I think, Mr. Holdness, there are people here whose judgment is worth a
great deal more than mine."
"The more minds, the better: I want to hear it," said Blanchard.
"I've been thinking whether the Black Rifle wouldn't go. There are
always fifteen or twenty men that'll follow him anywhere; and they are
just the men we want. He offered to go with Braddock, but the old goat
wouldn't have him."
"Don't think 'twould work," said Holdness. "Kernel Armstrong's a man
who knows his business, and would kalkerlate ter be obeyed. The Black
Rifle's better kalkerlated ter lead than ter foller anybody; and his
men likewise had ruther go with him, and nobody else. He kills Indians
for the sake of killin' 'em: peace or war, it's all the same ter him.
They go for the sake of the scalps; and they know very well that they
can take more scalps going with him in one week, than with a regular
force in a month; and make ten dollars where they wouldn't make one."
"That's so," said McClure: "Brad's got the right of it."
"There's one thing though," said Holdness: "I believe he thinks more of
me than any other being, and loves me as well as he can love anybody
since his great sorrow crushed his heart, and tore him all ter pieces;
and I've not much doubt but if I go and see him, tell him what's on
foot, and that we want ter do all we kin for the country, and have got
to leave this fort with a small garrison, that he would agree to camp
here in the Run; and look out for us; and, if he agrees ter do it, he's
just as true as steel. And though I don't think there's much danger,
yet, if he would agree to camp round here, I for one should go away
easy; and 'twould be a great comfort to the women-folks. Perhaps he'd
let us have some powder and lead: he allers has a stock."
"Well, Ned," said McClure, "I s'pose you want to have an answer; and
you may tell Armstrong that we'll furnish twelve or fifteen men, and be
at the place appointed at the time set; and you kin tell him they'll
be _men_ too,--men that kin shoot ter a hair's breadth, brought up ter
fightin' Indians, and won't tremble in their shoes at the sound of the
war-whoop."
"I'll just tell him," said Rangely, "that Brad Holdness and Sandie
McClure are among them, and they are a sample of the rest."
"Tell him they know their worth; won't foller any turkey-cock of a
red-coat they may send across the water; and after they get there, if
they find they've been deceived, they'll shoulder their rifles and go
back."
"Ye'll please to remember that last observation, Maister Rangely," said
Stewart, "seeing it's o' muckle weight; for I opine that Black Douglas
himsel', with his two hundred claymore, and lance like a weaver's beam,
would hae been of sma' account in the woods wi' savages."
The next question to be decided was, who should go and who remain. The
young men all wanted to go, of course, and were burning to distinguish
themselves before the Province, for which as yet they had had no
opportunity; but, on the other hand, the older people were equally
anxious, and even more so. Both Stewart and Israel Blanchard, who had
heretofore remained at home,--not, indeed, for the same reason as the
young men, seeing they had established their reputation for conduct
and courage, and outgrown the enthusiasm of youth,--desired now to go,
as they saw in this movement (the choice of the commander, and quality
of men sought for) an opportunity to strike an effectual blow at their
implacable foes, and to procure safety for themselves in the future;
and with most of them the desire of revenge entered largely into the
account.
This explains the indifference and even contempt with which the
proposition of Rangely was at first met by men still smarting under
the recollections connected with Braddock's defeat; and likewise
the sudden change in their opinions, when, in reply to Honeywood's
question, Rangely gave the name of a leader well known and trusted,--a
man who had grown up among the perils of the frontier.
"It seems to me, neighbors," said Israel Blanchard, "that Mr. Holdness
had better go and see what he can do with the Black Rifle before we
attempt to pick out the men; because it will make a vast difference in
respect to who and how many we are to leave in garrison, whether the
Black Rifle will agree to help us or not."
The next morning Holdness and Rangely, whose paths for some distance
were the same, started; one to return to his commanding officer, the
other to meet the Black Rifle.
Holdness found that restless being busily engaged making a canoe (from
bark he had peeled in the spring) for a fall hunt. He welcomed Holdness
with great cordiality; who, laying aside his pack and rifle, instantly
set at work helping him (much to the gratification of the captain,
as it is quite inconvenient for one person to build a birch alone),
mentioning never a word about the business on which he came, and
accepting the invitation of his old comrade to spend the night. While
they were eating supper the Black Rifle said,--
"Brad, I'm right glad to see you, but I don't believe you came here
just to help me build this birch: so, whatever your business is, out
with it, and we'll talk it over to-night afore the campfire."
Holdness laid the whole matter before this veteran leader, and asked
what he thought of the plan.
"I think well of the thing: it's what should have been done at the
first. I see what you're after: you want to put all the strength
you've got into this thing, 'cause you think it's a move in the right
direction, and the first one, too, after so long a time; and you Wolf
Run folks are just the chaps who can do it. But you're consarned about
your families while you're gone; and that ties your hands."
"Just so, and that's all the difficulty."
"Well now, Brad, you're come in a good time. You see, it's kind of a
slack time with me: we've been on a rampage arter Indian scalps, and
we've got 'em too. Some of my men have been wounded, though not very
bad, and some have gone home to get in their harvest; and when it gets
a little later, the wounded get well, and the rest ready, we're goin'
to start out on a fall and winter hunt and scalping-scrape both; that
is, we're goin' on to the hunting-grounds of the Delawares, and of
course they'll object. So, you see, I'm building this birch, and am
going to fill snow-shoes, make moccasons, and get ready; and have got
to dress some skins to make the moccasons of, and a good deal to do.
But I kin just as well do these things at your place as here, and I
will; and, just as fast as any of 'em get through their work, they'll
come. I s'pose you've got room and provision enough in the fort for
'em: you know I allers live outside. I've got some iron; and your Mr.
Honeywood can mend my traps afore he goes, and mend some gunlocks for
me."
"Sartainly, and bring all the wounded: our women-folks'll take kere of
'em. Mrs. Sumerford can't be beat for dressing a gun-shot wound."
"Reckon I will. Most of 'em are wounded in the legs or body: they kin
shoot if they can't march. Then I shall be outside; and, if the Indians
come, I kin soon muster the rest."
The next morning Holdness took leave of his friend, and returned to
tell the settlers that the Black Rifle would be at the fort within two
days, and wanted four mules or horses to bring some wounded men, and a
spare mule and pack-saddle to bring his traps and ammunition.
Will Grant and Hugh Crawford started with the beasts, and in due time
returned, bringing with them the wounded men.
These men were of the same stamp as Holdness and Ned Rangely; rude in
speech, but honest, honorable, simple-hearted as children, and kindly
disposed to all men except Indians.
Two of them, John Lovell and Dennis Morton, were wounded in the breast;
Ridgway in the left arm; Thomas Bracket and Robert Tysdale, the former
in the thigh, and the latter in the right leg below the knee, and could
walk with a cane: either of them could shoot through a loop-hole, and
both were recovering rapidly.
In the afternoon of the second day, the Black Rifle came, and built his
camp between the fort and the river.
It is perhaps needless to observe, that at the arrival of the Black
Rifle and his men, the martial spirit of the "Screeching Catamounts"
arose to fever-heat.
Capt. Sam Sumerford forgot his pots and pitchers; and the potter's
wheel stood still. The tomahawks and scalping-knives that had been
devoted to the peaceful purpose of cutting clay were ground, rifles
cleaned, and he went tearing through the house, wanting his mother to
spin him a bowstring, sew the eagle's feathers into his cap, wash his
hunting-shirt, and do twenty things all at once.
"I declare, Sammy Sumerford's come back again. I did hope I was done
with knives, tomahawks, and Indian fightin'."
"I'm sure, mother, I don't know to please you. You wanted the Indian
war to be over, 'cause it worried you to see me so full of fighting;
and then when the Indians held off a little, you was worried about the
water and the raft and the wild beasts. Then I went to making pots,
and it was first-rate for a little while; but you soon began to worry
again, 'cause I was so still, and didn't seem nat'ral, and tear round
and yell. And now I'm nat'ral again, you don't like that nuther."
The ground of all this excitement was, that in expectation of being
called to defend the fort, and on account of the arrival of the Black
Rifle, Capt. Sumerford was preparing to muster his men for drill and
ball-practice, that had been neglected of late.
Having set up a target, he was drilling his company before the fort,
Scip beating the drum, and Cal Holdness playing the fife.
A great part of the male portion of the settlers were looking on, the
women being too much occupied in preparations for the departure of
the former to be present. The wounded men also were seated among the
rest, when the Black Rifle himself came along, with his hands full of
beaver-traps for Honeywood to mend, and on his way to the blacksmith's
shop.
You may be assured the "Screeching Catamounts" did their best in such
august presence; and their hearts beat high.
The Black Rifle and his men were loud in their expressions of surprise
and approbation. The captain then drew up his men to fire at the target
two hundred yards distant.
"I wouldn't have believed," said Capt. Jack, "that these children, as
you must needs call 'em, could shoot so. Why, the red-coats in the
army, and half the soldiers in the forts along the frontier, can't
begin with 'em."
"We've burnt a good deal of powder, used a good deal of lead, teaching
them, and sometimes when we didn't know how to spare it," said McClure.
"Not a kernel of powder nor an ounce of lead has been wasted: you may
be sure of that."
He was, if possible, more surprised when they were exercised in
throwing the tomahawk, shooting with bow and arrow, and imitating the
voices of beasts and birds. There was scarcely any thing they could not
imitate, from the chirrup of the cricket to the scream of an eagle,
except the grum notes of the bull-frog: their voices were too shrill
for that.
"This," said the Black Rifle, "is the best of all,--even beats the
shooting with rifles: 'cause it requires judgment that you wouldn't
expect in so young persons, to throw the tomahawk, or shoot with a bow."
"I never was in this clearing afore," said William Blythe, one of the
three men who came with the captain; "but, if these are the children,
what must the men be like?"