CHAPTER XIII.

1679-1680.

LA SALLE ON THE ILLINOIS.

THE ST. JOSEPH.--ADVENTURE OF LA SALLE.--THE PRAIRIES.--FAMINE.

--THE GREAT TOWN OF THE ILLINOIS.--INDIANS.--INTRIGUES.--

DIFFICULTIES.--POLICY OF LA SALLE.--DESERTION.--ANOTHER ATTEMPT

TO POISON HIM.

On the third of December, the party re-embarked, thirty-three in all, in

eight canoes, [Footnote: _Lettre de Duchesneau à_--, 10 _Nov_. 1680, MS.]

and ascended the chill current of the St. Joseph, bordered with dreary

meadows and bare gray forests. When they approached the site of the

present village of South Bend, they looked anxiously along the shore on

their right to find the portage or path leading to the headquarters of the

Illinois. The Mohegan was absent, hunting; and, unaided by his practised

eye, they passed the path without seeing it. La Salle landed to search the

woods. Hours passed, and he did not return. Hennepin and Tonty grew

uneasy, disembarked, bivouacked, ordered guns to be fired, and sent out

men to scour the country. Night came, but not their lost leader. Muffled

in their blankets and powdered by the thick-falling snowflakes, they sat

ruefully speculating as to what had befallen him; nor was it till four

o'clock of the next afternoon that they saw him approaching along the

margin of the river. His face and hands were besmirched with charcoal; and

he was farther decorated with two opossums which hung from his belt and

which he had killed with a stick as they were swinging head downwards from

the bough of a tree, after the fashion of that singular beast. He had

missed his way in the forest, and had been forced to make a wide circuit

around the edge of a swamp; while the snow, of which the air was full,

added to his perplexities. Thus he pushed on through the rest of the day

and the greater part of the night, till, about two o'clock in the morning,

he reached the river again and fired his gun as a signal to his party.

Hearing no answering shot, he pursued his way along the bank, when he

presently saw the gleam of a fire among the dense thickets close at hand.

Not doubting that he had found the bivouac of his party, he hastened to

the spot. To his surprise, no human being was to be seen. Under a tree

beside the fire was a heap of dry grass impressed with the form of a man

who must have fled but a moment before, for his couch was still warm. It

was no doubt an Indian, ambushed on the bank, watching to kill some

passing enemy. La Salle called out in several Indian languages; but there

was dead silence all around. He then, with admirable coolness, took

possession of the quarters he had found, shouting to their invisible

proprietor that he was about to sleep in his bed; piled a barricade of

bushes around the spot, rekindled the dying fire, warmed his benumbed

hands, stretched himself on the dried grass, and slept undisturbed till

morning.

The Mohegan had rejoined the party before La Salle's return, and with his

aid the portage was soon found. Here the party encamped. La Salle, who was

excessively fatigued, occupied, together with Hennepin, a wigwam covered

in the Indian manner with mats of reeds. The cold forced them to kindle a

fire, which before daybreak set the mats in a blaze; and the two sleepers

narrowly escaped being burned along with their hut.

In the morning, the party shouldered their canoes and baggage, and began

their march for the sources of the River Illinois, some five miles

distant. Around them stretched a desolate plain, half-covered with snow,

and strewn with the skulls and bones of buffalo; while, on its farthest

verge, they could see the lodges of the Miami Indians, who had made this

place their abode. They soon reached a spot where the oozy saturated soil

quaked beneath their tread. All around were clumps of alderbushes, tufts

of rank grass, and pools of glistening water. In the midst, a dark and

lazy current, which a tall man might bestride, crept twisting like a snake

among the weeds and rushes. Here were the sources of the Kankakee, one of

the heads of the Illinois. [Footnote: The Kankakee was called at this time

the Theakiki, or Haukiki (Marest); a name, which, as Charlevoix says, was

afterwards corrupted by the French to Kiakiki, whence, probably, its

present form. In La Salle's time, the name Theakiki was given to the River

Illinois, through all its course. It was also called the Rivière

Seignelay, the Rivière des Macopins, and the Rivière Divine, or Rivière de

la Divine. The latter name, when Charlevoix visited the country in 1721,

was confined to the northern branch. He gives an interesting and somewhat

graphic account of the portage and the sources of the Kankakee, in his

letter dated _De la Source du Theakiki, ce dix-sept Septembre_, 1721.

Why the Illinois should ever have been called the Divine, it is not easy

to see. The Memoirs of St. Simon suggest an explanation. Madame de

Frontenac and her friend, Mademoiselle d'Outrelaise, he tells us, lived

together in apartments at the Arsenal, where they held their _salon_ and

exercised a great power in society. They were called at court _les

Divines_.--St. Simon, v. 835 (Cheruel). In compliment to Frontenac, the

river may have been named after his wife or her friend. The suggestion is

due to M. Margry. I have seen a map by Raudin, Frontenac's engineer, on

which the river is called "Rivière de la Divine ou l'Outrelaise."] They

set their canoes on this thread of water, embarked their baggage and

themselves, and pushed down the sluggish streamlet, looking, at a little

distance, like men who sailed on land. Fed by an unceasing tribute of the

spongy soil, it quickly widened to a river; and they floated on their way

through a voiceless, lifeless solitude of dreary oak barrens, or boundless

marshes overgrown with reeds. At night, they built their fire on ground

made firm by frost, and bivouacked among the rushes. A few days brought

them to a more favored region. On the right hand and on the left stretched

the boundless prairie, dotted with leafless groves and bordered by gray

wintry forests; scorched by the fires kindled in the dried grass by Indian

hunters, and strewn with the carcasses and the bleached skulls of

innumerable buffalo. The plains were scored with their pathways, and the

muddy edges of the river were full of their hoof-prints. Yet not one was

to be seen. At night, the horizon glowed with distant fires; and by day

the savage hunters could be descried at times roaming on the verge of the

prairie. The men, discontented and half-starved, would have deserted to

them had they dared. La Salle's Mohegan could kill no game except two lean

deer, with a few wild geese and swans. At length, in their straits, they

made a happy discovery. It was a buffalo bull, fast mired in a slough.

They killed him, lashed a cable about him, and then twelve men dragged out

the shaggy monster whose ponderous carcass demanded their utmost efforts.

[Footnote: I remember to have seen an incident precisely similar, many

years ago, on the Upper Arkansas. In this case, however, it was impossible

to drag the bull from the mire. Though hopelessly entangled, he made

furious plunges at his assailants before being shot.

Hennepin's account of the buffalo, which he afterwards had every

opportunity of seeing, is interesting and true.]

The scene changed again as they descended. On either hand ran ranges of

woody hills, following the course of the river; and when they mounted to

their tops, they saw beyond them a rolling sea of dull green prairie, a

boundless pasture of the buffalo and the deer, in our own day strangely

transformed,--yellow in harvest time with ripened wheat, and dotted with

the roofs of a hardy and valiant yeomanry. [Footnote: The change is very

recent. Within the memory of men still young, wolves and deer, besides

wild swans, wild turkeys, cranes, and pelicans, abounded in this region.

In 1840, a friend of mine shot a deer from the window of a farm-house near

the present town of La Salle. Running wolves on horseback was his favorite

amusement in this part of the country. The buffalo long ago disappeared,

but the early settlers found frequent remains of them. Mr. James Clark, of

Utica, Ill., told me that he once found a large quantity of their bones

and skulls in one place, as if a herd had perished in the snow-drifts.]

They passed the site of the future town of Ottawa, and saw on their right

the high plateau of Buffalo Rock, long a favorite dwelling-place of

Indians. A league below, the river glided among islands bordered with

stately woods. Close on their left towered a lofty cliff, [Footnote:

"Starved Rock." It will hold, hereafter, a conspicuous place in the

narrative.] crested with trees that overhung the rippling current; while

before them spread the valley of the Illinois, in broad low meadows,

bordered on the right by the graceful hills at whose foot now lies the

village of Utica. A population far more numerous then tenanted the valley.

Along the right bank of the river were clustered the lodges of a great

Indian town. Hennepin counted four hundred and sixty of them. [Footnote:

_La Louisiane_, 137. Allouez (_Relation_, 1673-9) found three hundred and

fifty-one lodges. This was in 1677. The population of this town, which

embraced five or six distinct tribes of the Illinois, was continually

changing. In 1675, Marquette addressed here an auditory composed of five

hundred chiefs and old men, and fifteen hundred young men, besides women

and children. He estimates the number of fires at five or six hundred.--

_Voyages de Père Marquette_, 98 (Lenox). Membré, who was here in 1680,

says that it then contained seven or eight thousand souls.--Membré, in Le

Clercq, _Premier Etablissement de la Foy_, ii. 173. On the remarkable

manuscript map of Franquelin, 1684, it is set down at twelve hundred

warriors, or about six thousand souls. This was after the destructive

inroad of the Iroquois. Some years later, Rasle reported upwards of

twenty-four hundred families.--_Lettre à son Frère in Lettres Edifiantes_.

At times, nearly the whole Illinois population was gathered here. At other

times, the several tribes that composed it separated, some dwelling apart

from the rest; so that at one period the Illinois formed eleven villages,

while at others they were gathered into two, of which this was much the

largest. The meadows around it were extensively cultivated, yielding large

crops, chiefly of Indian corn. The lodges were built along the river bank,

for a distance of a mile and sometimes far more. In their shape, though

not in their material, they resembled those of the Hurons. There were no

palisades or embankments.

This neighborhood abounds in Indian relics. The village graveyard appears

to have been on a rising ground, near the river, immediately in front of

the town of Utica. This is the only part of the river bottom, from this

point to the Mississippi, not liable to inundation in the spring floods.

It now forms part of a farm occupied by a tenant of Mr. James Clark. Both

Mr. Clark and his tenant informed me that every year great quantities of

human bones and teeth were turned up here by the plough. Many implements

of stone are also found, together with beads and other ornaments of Indian

and European fabric.] In shape, they were somewhat like the arched top of

a baggage wagon. They were built of a framework of poles, covered with

mats of rushes, closely interwoven; and each contained three or four

fires, of which the greater part served for two families.

Here, then, was the town; but where were the inhabitants? All was silent

as the desert. The lodges were empty, the fires dead, and the ashes cold.

La Salle had expected this; for he knew that in the autumn the Illinois

always left their towns for their winter hunting, and that the time of

their return had not yet come. Yet he was not the less embarrassed, for he

would fain have bought a supply of food to relieve his famished followers.

Some of them, searching the deserted town, presently found the _caches_,

or covered pits, in which the Indians hid their stock of corn. This was

precious beyond measure in their eyes, and to touch it would be a deep

offence. La Salle shrank from provoking their anger, which might prove the

ruin of his plans; but his necessity overcame his prudence, and he took

twenty _minots_ of corn, hoping to appease the owners by presents. Thus

provided, the party embarked again, and resumed their downward voyage.

On New-Year's day, 1680, they landed and heard mass. Then Hennepin wished

a happy new year to La Salle first, and afterwards to all the men, making

them a speech, which, as he tells us, was "most touching." [Footnote: "Les

paroles les plus touchantes." Hennepin (1683), 139. The later editions add

the modest qualification, "que je pus."] He and his two brethren next

embraced the whole company in turn, "in a manner," writes the father,

"most tender and affectionate," exhorting them, at the same time, to

patience, faith, and constancy. Two days after these solemnities, they

reached the long expansion of the river, then called Pimitoui, and now

known as Peoria Lake, and leisurely made their way downward to the site of

the city of Peoria. [Footnote: Peoria was the name of one of the tribes of

the Illinois. Hennepin says that they crossed the lake four days after

leaving the village, which last, as appears by a comparison of his

narrative with that of Tonty, must have been on the thirtieth of

December.] Here, as evening drew near, they saw a faint spire of smoke

curling above the gray, wintry forest, betokening that Indians were at

hand. La Salle, as we have seen, had been warned that these tribes had

been taught to regard him as their enemy; and when, in the morning, he

resumed his course, he was prepared alike for peace or war.

The shores now approached each other; and the Illinois was once more a

river, bordered on either hand with overhanging woods. [Footnote: At least

it is so now at this place. Perhaps in La Salle's time it was not wholly

so, for there is evidence in various parts of the West that the forest has

made considerable encroachments on the open country.]

At nine o'clock, doubling a point, he saw about eighty Illinois wigwams,

on both sides of the river. He instantly ordered the eight canoes to be

ranged in line, abreast, across the stream; Tonty on the right, and he

himself on the left. The men laid down their paddles and seized their

weapons; while, in this warlike guise, the current bore them swiftly into

the midst of the surprised and astounded savages. The camps were in a

panic. Warriors whooped and howled; squaws and children screeched in

chorus. Some snatched their bows and war-clubs; some ran in terror; and,

in the midst of the hubbub, La Salle leaped ashore, followed by his men.

None knew better how to deal with Indians; and he made no sign of

friendship, knowing that it might be construed as a token of fear. His

little knot of Frenchmen stood, gun in hand, passive, yet prepared for

battle. The Indians, on their part, rallying a little from their fright,

made all haste to proffer peace. Two of their chiefs came forward, holding

forth the calumet; while another began a loud harangue, to check the young

warriors who were aiming their arrows from the farther bank. La Salle,

responding to these friendly overtures, displayed another calumet; while

Hennepin caught several scared children and soothed them with winning

blandishments. [Footnote: Hennepin (1683), 142.] The uproar was quelled,

and the strangers were presently seated in the midst of the camp, beset by

a throng of wild and swarthy figures.

Food was placed before them; and, as the Illinois code of courtesy

enjoined, their entertainers conveyed the morsels with their own hands to

the lips of these unenviable victims of their hospitality, while others

rubbed their feet with bear's grease. La Salle, on his part, made them a

gift of tobacco and hatchets; and, when he had escaped from their

caresses, rose and harangued them. He told them that he had been forced to

take corn from their granaries, lest his men should die of hunger; but he

prayed them not to be offended, promising full restitution or ample

payment. He had come, he said, to protect them against their enemies, and

teach them to pray to the true God. As for the Iroquois, they were

subjects of the Great King, and, therefore, brethren of the French; yet,

nevertheless, should they begin a war and invade their country, he would

stand by the Illinois, give them guns, and fight in their defence, if they

would permit him to build a fort among them for the security of his men.

It was, also, he added, his purpose to build a great wooden canoe, in

which to descend the Mississippi to the sea, and then return, bringing

them the goods of which they stood in need; but if they would not consent

to his plans, and sell provisions to his men, he would pass on to the

Osages, who would then reap all the benefits of intercourse with the

French, while they were left destitute, at the mercy of the Iroquois.

[Footnote: Hennepin (1683), 144-149. The later editions omit a part of the

above.]

This threat had its effect, for it touched their deep-rooted jealousy of

the Osages. They were lavish of promises, and feasts and dances consumed

the day. Yet La Salle soon learned that the intrigues of his enemies were

still pursuing him. That evening, unknown to him, a stranger appeared in

the Illinois camp. He was a Mascoutin chief, named Monso, attended by five

or six Miamis, and bringing a gift of knives, hatchets, and kettles to the

Illinois. The chiefs assembled in a secret nocturnal session, where,

smoking their pipes, they listened with open ears to the harangue of the

envoys. Monso told them that he had come in behalf of certain Frenchmen,

whom he named, to warn his hearers against the designs of La Salle, whom

he denounced as a partisan and spy of the Iroquois, affirming that he was

now on his way to stir up the tribes beyond the Mississippi to join in a

war against the Illinois, who, thus assailed from the east and from the

west, would be utterly destroyed. There was no hope for them, he added,

but in checking the farther progress of La Salle, or, at least, retarding

it, thus causing his men to desert him. Having thrown his firebrand, Monso

and his party left the camp in haste, dreading to be confronted with the

object of their aspersions. [Footnote: Hennepin (1683), 151, (1704), 205.

Le Clercq, ii. 157. _Mémoire du Voyage de M. de la Salle_, MS. This is a

paper appended to Frontenac's Letter to the Minister, 9 Nov. 1680.

Hennepin prints a translation of it in the English edition of his later

work. It charges the Jesuit Allouez with being at the bottom of the

intrigue. La Salle had a special distrust of this missionary, who, on his

part, always shunned a meeting with him.

In another memoir, addressed to Frontenac in 1680, La Salle states fully

his conviction that Allouez, who was then, he says, among the Miamis, had

induced them to send Monso on his sinister errand. See the memoir in

Thomassy, _Géologie, Pratique de la Louisiane_, 203.

The account of the affair of Monso in the spurious work bearing Tonty's

name is mere romance.]

In the morning, La Salle saw a change in the behavior of his hosts. They

looked on him askance, cold, sullen, and suspicious. There was one Omawha,

a chief, whose favor he had won the day before by the politic gift of two

hatchets and three knives, and who now came to him in secret to tell him

what had taken place at the nocturnal council. La Salle at once saw in it

a device of his enemies; and this belief was confirmed, when, in the

afternoon, Nicanopé, brother of the head chief, sent to invite the

Frenchmen to a feast. They repaired to his lodge; but before dinner was

served,--that is to say, while the guests, white and red, were seated on

mats, each with his hunting-knife in his hand, and the wooden bowl before

him, which was to receive his share of the bear's or buffalo's meat, or

the corn boiled in fat, with which he was to be regaled; while such was

the posture of the company, their host arose and began a long speech. He

told the Frenchmen that he had invited them to his lodge less to refresh

their bodies with good cheer than to cure their minds of the dangerous

purpose which possessed them, of descending the Mississippi. Its shores,

he said, were beset by savage tribes, against whose numbers and ferocity

their valor would avail nothing: its waters were infested by serpents,

alligators, and unnatural monsters; while the river itself, after raging

among rocks and whirlpools, plunged headlong at last into a fathomless

gulf, which would swallow them and their vessel for ever.

La Salle's men were, for the most part, raw hands, knowing nothing of the

wilderness, and easily alarmed at its dangers; but there were two among

them, old _coureurs de bois_, who, unfortunately, knew too much; for they

understood the Indian orator, and explained his speech to the rest. As La

Salle looked around on the circle of his followers, he read an augury of

fresh trouble in their disturbed and rueful visages. He waited patiently,

however, till the speaker had ended, and then answered him, through his

interpreter, with great composure. First, he thanked him for the friendly

warning which his affection had impelled him to utter; but, he continued,

the greater the danger, the greater the honor; and even if the danger were

real, Frenchmen would never flinch from it. But were not the Illinois

jealous? Had they not been deluded by lies? "We were not asleep, my

brother, when Monso came to tell you, under cover of night, that we were

spies of the Iroquois. The presents he gave you, that you might believe

his falsehoods, are at this moment buried in the earth under this lodge.

If he told the truth, why did he skulk away in the dark? Why did he not

show himself by day? Do you not see that when we first came among you, and

your camp was all in confusion, we could have killed you without needing

help from the Iroquois? And now, while I am speaking, could we not put

your old men to death, while your young warriors are all gone away to

hunt? If we meant to make war on you, we should need no help from the

Iroquois, who have so often felt the force of our arms. Look at what we

have brought you. It is not weapons to destroy you, but merchandise and

tools, for your good. If you still harbor evil thoughts of us, be frank as

we are, and speak them boldly. Go after this impostor, Monso, and bring

him back, that we may answer him, face to face; for he never saw either us

or the Iroquois, and what can he know of the plots that he pretends to

reveal?" [Footnote: The above is a paraphrase, with some condensation,

from Hennepin, whose account is sustained by the other writers.] Nicanopé

had nothing to reply, and, grunting assent in the depths of his throat,

made a sign that the feast should proceed.

The French were lodged in huts, near the Indian camp; and, fearing

treachery, La Salle placed a guard at night. On the morning after the

feast, he came out into the frosty air, and looked about him for the

sentinels. Not one of them was to be seen. Vexed and alarmed, he entered

hut after hut, and roused his drowsy followers. Six of the number,

including two of the best carpenters, were nowhere to be found.

Discontented and mutinous from the first, and now terrified by the

fictions of Nicanopé, they had deserted, preferring the hardships of the

midwinter forest to the mysterious terrors of the Mississippi. La Salle

mustered the rest before him, and inveighed sternly against the cowardice

and baseness of those who had thus abandoned him, regardless of his many

favors. If any here, he added, are afraid, let them but wait till the

spring, and they shall have free leave to return to Canada, safely and

without dishonor. [Footnote: Hennepin (1683), 162.--_Déclaration faite par

Moyse Hillaret, charpentier de barque, cy devant au service du Sr. de la

Salle_, MS.]

This desertion cut him to the heart. It showed him that he was leaning on

a broken reed; and he felt that, on an enterprise full of doubt and peril,

there were scarcely four men in his party whom he could trust. Nor was

desertion the worst he had to fear; for here, as at Fort Frontenac, an

attempt was made to kill him. Tonty tells us that poison was placed in the

pot in which their food was cooked, and that La Salle was saved by an

antidote which some of his friends had given him before he left France.

This, it will be remembered, was an epoch of poisoners. It was in the

following month that the notorious La Voisin was burned alive, at Paris,

for practices to which many of the highest nobility were charged with

being privy, not excepting some in whose veins ran the blood of the

gorgeous spendthrift who ruled the destinies of France. [Footnote: The

equally famous Brinvilliers was burned four years before. An account of

both will be found in the Letters of Madame de Sevigné. The memoirs of the

time abound in evidence of the frightful prevalence of these practices,

and the commotion which they excited in all ranks of society.]

In these early French enterprises in the West, it was to the last degree

difficult to hold men to their duty. Once fairly in the wilderness,

completely freed from the sharp restraints of authority in which they had

passed their lives, a spirit of lawlessness broke out among them with a

violence proportioned to the pressure which had hitherto controlled it.

Discipline had no resources and no guarantee; while those outlaws of the

forest, the _coureurs de bois_, were always before their eyes, a standing

example of unbridled license. La Salle, eminently skilful in his dealings

with Indians, was rarely so happy with his own countrymen; and yet the

desertions from which he was continually suffering were due far more to

the inevitable difficulty of his position than to any want of conduct.

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