DEATH AND CAPTURE.—THE COMPANIONS IN CAPTIVITY.
The reader will recollect, that a few hours after the flat-boat had
grounded, and when the moon had risen Napyank, Teddy and young Smith set
out to explore the island. McGowan and his family and the remaining
Smiths staid behind. The former had left the trees, and the two latter
were engaged in an affectionate earnest conversation, when some five or
six Indians appeared beside them. Before Ruth could recover her
self-possession, one of them raised his piece within a dozen feet of the
older Smith, and discharged it full at him, while several of the others
sprang forward and grasped her.
Smith was severely wounded and blinded by pain; he sprang up with
supernatural strength, and made off at the top of his speed through the
wood. He was pursued to the edge of the clearing, when he was despatched
with alarming celerity.
The savages who held the daughter prisoner, waited but a few seconds
when they embarked in their canoe, and crossed to the mainland. A
portion however remained upon the island, and we have recorded young
Smith’s adventures with them.
The Indians fully conscious that the whites were alarmed for their own
safety, despaired of capturing them upon the island by stratagem, and
were on the point of making a bold attack upon them, when eight stole
out on the flat-boat, and concealed themselves upon it, in the belief
that the whites would visit it by the succeeding day, at least, when
they would fall an easy prey to them.
We have shown how this stratagem partially succeeded. The head which
Teddy descried prepared him for danger, and he went over the side of the
flat-boat, in the full expectation of a “free fight.” He was somewhat
surprised on reaching the deck to see nothing of his enemies; but
rightly conjecturing that they were concealed in the cabin, he passed it
with the same impudent, swaggering air that he had left the island. He
was even whistling “St. Patrick’s Day” louder than ever.
Right abreast of the cabin door, a powerful half-naked Indian sprang up
and made at him. The Irishman caught a glimpse of several other tufted
heads, and springing like a panther upon the one in question, he lifted
him from his feet, and by sheer animal strength flung him over the
gunwale into the water. By this time a second Indian was beside him, and
as quick as lightning he was served in the same manner.
The bronzed heads were now coming up out of the cabin rather too rapidly
for the excited Irishman. Nevertheless it is by no means improbable,
that at the disadvantage which he had his enemies, he would have
successfully resisted them all, had not an accident turned the scales
against him.
It has been stated that Teddy had no weapon but his knife, and in the
melee he had not once thought of it, fighting, Irishman-like with his
naked fists. The third face that appeared above the deck received a
tremendous blow square on the nose, that completely mashed it; and
another terrific right-hander gave the fourth savage a glimpse of more
stars than are generally visible, and sent him as limp as a rag, back
among his fellows.
The fight now culminated in the most glorious fun that the Irishman
could have desired. He was striking out right and left his stunning
blows, when, concentrating all his strength in his right arm, he dashed
his fist at the savage who stood the tallest, intending to lay him
insensible, when the agile foe dodged him, and carried forward by the
momentum of his own blow, the Irishman went headlong right among the
redskins, where he was, pounced upon, and bound in a twinkling.
“Thrate me gintlemanly,” he exclaimed, “ye can’t say but what I did
yees; and dont come any of your tricks over me.”
The undaunted bravery and remarkable skill exhibited by the Irishman,
could but excite admiration in his captors; and actuated by that
chivalrous feeling existing in the breast of every brave-hearted being,
whether he be savage or civilized, they forebore heaping any insult upon
him, or offering him any indignity.
Some time after, the canoe came alongside, and he was handed over and
deposited in it.
“Handle me with care,” remarked Teddy, “for ye can’t say that I didn’t
handle yees in that manner. If ye don’t belave it look at them chaps’
noses there! Begorrah, but them’s the ornaments ye might be proud to
wear!”
Shortly after, the canoe touched shore, and the Irishman’s lower limbs
were unbound and he placed upon his feet.
“Just sarve my arms in the same manner,” said he, “and let’s pitch in,
in thrue style. Be the powers but I wants a little exercise, and that’s
the kind I always fancied. That’s what I took to when I was a wee
childer.”
It is not probable that the Indians would have heeded this request, even
had they understood it; but having no idea of the meaning of the words
addressed them, of course Teddy’s wish was not gratified.
Securely guarded by his captors, Teddy walked several hundred yards
through the woods when he came to the encampment of the savages. Some
six or eight were here waiting for their companions, so that the entire
party numbered about twenty, all of whom were congregated together.
Teddy’s great curiosity was to obtain a glimpse of his companion in
captivity, Ruth McGowan, and he was greatly disappointed and surprised
to see nothing of her. The Indians were gathered in an irregular circle
around the fire, some smoking, some chatting, and others apparently
asleep. While looking around him the Irishman’s eyes fell upon her, and
the cause of her escaping his notice was immediately manifest.
The savages had thrown a brilliant crimson shawl over her shoulders, and
her hair being as jetty black as theirs, and her head bowed, he had
taken her for one of their number when he had first looked upon them.
Ruth sat, as we have said, with her head bowed, for her heart was
stricken with grief. The picture of the old man, Mr. Smith, springing up
with his wild look, and running through the trees, pursued by his
merciless enemies, was ever before her. She could not drive it from her,
and shudder after shudder ran through her frame, and the tears trickled
thick and fast between her fingers.
How changed since yesterday! Suffering, misfortune and death had come
upon them, and separated her from him who was dearer than any relative
could be! All alone!—alone!
No, she was not all alone! There was One who was ever nigh her—who never
lost sight of His stricken ones, and who only could comfort her in this
dark hour which had come upon her. To Him she turned, as the human heart
will turn, when bleeding and lacerated, and refusing to be comforted by
any sympathy the world can give.
But it was hard to be separated from all kindred. The thought was
loathsome and full of abhorrence, that she, an unprotected woman, was
alone among a party of bloodthirsty savages. She hardly dared look upon
them, and yet looking through her tears, she ventured to steal a glance
at them. How her heart leaped as her gaze rested upon the broad, jovial
face of Teddy, the Irishman, his pitying blue eyes fixed upon herself.
Removing her hands, she looked up, and with a mournful smile returned
his nod of recognition. Comprehending the question her very looks
formed, the quick-witted Irishman replied,
“Yes, I’m the only one beside yourself that the haythen have, and they
wouldn’t have got me if I hadn’t struck at one of ’em and missed ’em. Ye
just keep quiet me jewil and you’ll hear of Teddy agin.”
A sort of consultation was now held among the Indians relating to the
prisoners, but to those who were not, the debate being as to what means
should be employed to capture them also. After a protracted discussion,
it was decided that the whole party, with the exception of enough to
guard the prisoners, should cross over to the island and boldly attack
them.
This decided upon, the preparations were instantly completed, and the
warriors moved down to the bank, leaving Ruth and Teddy to the
guardianship of two of their number. At the very moment of reaching the
river, they descried the two whites as they climbed upon the flat-boat.
This caused a halt and a further debate. Large as was the Indian party,
a majority were opposed on assaulting the stronghold. They had already
learned enough of their mettle to understand that this would be a
dangerous undertaking upon their part, and many more were convinced that
there was no hope at all, of success.
It was finally decided to give up the hope of securing the remaining
whites by this means. The sagacious Indians suspecting the relation
which existed between one of them and one of the captives already in
their possession, believed a much better opportunity would be offered.
Love will play the _wild_ with any man, and lead him to attempt deeds,
which, in his cooler moments, he would pronounce madness. So they were
content to bide their time.