A NEW ACQUAINTANCE
I drew rein upon the upper river bank, before we finally plunged into
the dark woods beyond, and glanced back. I had to brush the gathering
tears from my eyes before I could see clearly; and when I finally rode
away, the picture of that dear old home was fixed in my memory forever.
Our house stood near the centre of an oak opening,--a little patch of
native prairie-land, with a narrow stream skirting it on one side, and
a dense fringe of forest all about. The small story-and-a-half cabin
of hewn logs, with its lean-to of rough hand-riven planks, fronted to
the southward; and the northern expanse of roof was green with moss. My
father sat in the open doorway, his uplifted hand shading his eyes as
he gazed after us; while my mother stood by his side, one arm resting
upon the back of his chair, the other extended, waving a white cloth
in farewell. Rover was without, where I had bidden him remain, eagerly
watching for some signal of relenting upon my part. Beyond stood the
rude out-buildings, silhouetted against the deep green. It was a
homely, simple scene,--yet till now it had been all the world to me.
With a final wave of the hand, I moved forward, until the intervening
trees, like the falling of a curtain, hid it all from view. Seth was
astride the old mare, riding bareback, his white goat-like beard
hanging down his breast until it mingled with her mane, while his long
thin legs were drawn up in the awkward way he had. He was a strange,
silent, gloomy man, as austere as his native hills; and we rode on with
no exchange of speech. Indeed, my thoughts were of a nature that I had
no wish to share with another; so it was some time before the depth of
loneliness which oppressed my spirits enabled me to feel even passing
interest in the things at hand.
"I'd hate like thunder ter be a-goin' on your trip, Maester John,"
volunteered Seth at last, solemnly turning on the mare's broad back to
face me.
"And why?" I asked, wonderingly; for the man's rare gift of silence
had won him a certain reputation for deep, occult knowledge which I
could not wholly ignore. "It will bring me the sight of some wonderful
country, no doubt."
His shrewd gimlet eyes seemed fairly to pierce me, as he deliberately
helped himself to tobacco from a pouch at his waist.
"Wal, that may all be, Maester John; but I've heerd tell ther is
some most awful things goes on out yonder," and he swung his long
arm meaningly toward the west. "Animyles sich as don't prowl raound
yere, man-yeatin' snakes as big as thet tree, an' the blood-thirstiest
salvages as ever was. An' arter a while ther ain't no more trees grows,
ther Ian' is thet poor, by gosh! jist a plumb dead levil er' short
grass, an' no show ter hide ner nuthin'."
"Were you ever there, Seth?" I questioned with growing anxiety, for I
had heard some such vague rumors as these before.
"Me? Not by a dinged sight!" he replied, emphatically. "This yere is a
long way further west thin I keer 'bout bein'. Ol' Vermont is plenty
good 'nough fer this chicken, an' many's ther day I wish I was back
ther. But I hed a cousin onct who tuk ter sojerin' 'long with Gineral
Clarke, an' went 'cross them ther prairies ter git Vincennes frum the
British. Lor'! it must a' bin more ner thirty year ago! He tol' me
thet they jist hed ter wade up ter ther neck in water fer days an'
days. I ain't so durn fond o' water as all thet. An' he said as how
rattlesnakes was everywhere; an' ther Injuns was mos' twice es big es
they be yere."
"But Clarke, and nearly all of his men, got back safely," I protested.
"Oh, I guess some on 'em got back, 'cause they was an awful lot in thet
army, mighty nigh two thousand on 'em, Ephriam said; but, I tell ye,
they hed a most terrible tough time afore they did git hum. I seed my
cousin whin he kim back, an' he was jist a mere shadder; though he was
bigger ner you whin he went 'way."
"But Fort Dearborn is much farther to the north. Perhaps it will be
better up there."
"Wuss," he insisted, with a most mournful shake of the head, "a dinged
sight wuss. Ephriam said es how the further north ye wint, the tougher
it got. He saw an Injun from up near the big lake--a Pottamottamie, or
somethin' like thet--what was nine fut high, an' he told him es how the
rivers in his kintry was all full o' man-eatin' critters like snakes,
an' some on 'em hed a hundred legs ter crawl with, an' cud travel a
dinged sight faster ner a hoss. By gosh! but you bet I don't want
none on it. Your father must 'a' been plum crazy fer ter sind ye way
out ther all 'lone,--jist a green boy like you. What ye a-goin' fer,
enyhow?"
I explained to him the occasion and necessity for my trip, but he shook
his head dubiously, his long face so exceedingly mournful that I could
not remain unaffected by it.
"Wal," he said at length, carefully weighing his words, "maybe it's all
right 'nough, but I've got my doubts jist the same. I'll bet thet ther
gal is jist one o' them will-o'-the-wisps we hear on, an' you never
will find her. You'll jist wander 'round, huntin' an' huntin' her, till
ye git old, or them monsters git ye. An' I'll be blamed if ever I heerd
tell o' no sich fort as thet, nohow."
Seth was certainly proving a Job's comforter; and I was already
sufficiently troubled about the final outcome of my adventure. Hence
my only hope of retaining any measure of courage was to discountenance
further conversation, and we continued to jog along in silence,
although I caught him looking at me several times in a manner that
expressed volumes.
We camped that night in the dense heart of some oak woods, beside a
pleasant stream of clear, cool water. Late the following evening,
just as the sun was disappearing behind the trees, our wearied horses
emerged suddenly upon the bank of a broad river, and we could discern
the dim outlines of Hawkins's buildings amid the deepening shadows of
the opposite shore.
Upon one thing I was now fully determined. Seth should start back
with the first streak of the next dawn. His long face and dismal
croakings kept me constantly upon nettles, and I felt that I should
face the uncertain future with far stouter heart if he were out of my
sight. Firm in this resolve, I urged my horse to splash his reluctant
way through the shallows of the ford; and as our animals rose on the
steep bank of the western shore, we found ourselves at once in the
midst of a group of scattered buildings. It seemed quite a settlement
in that dim light, although the structures were all low and built of
logs. The largest and most centrally located of these was evidently
the homestead, as it had a rudely constructed porch in front, and a
thin cloud of smoke was drifting from its chimney. As I drew nearer, I
could perceive the reflection of a light streaming out through the open
doorway.
No one appeared in answer to our shouting,--not even a stray dog; and,
in despair of thus arousing the inhabitants, I flung my rein to Seth,
and, mounting the doorstep, peered within. As I did so, a shiny, round,
black face, with whitened eyes and huge red lips, seemed to float
directly toward me through the inner darkness. It was so startling
an apparition that I sprang back in such haste as nearly to topple
over backward from the steps. Heaven alone knows what I fancied it
might be; indeed, I had little enough time in which to guess, for I
had barely touched the ground,--my mind still filled with memories of
Seth's grotesque horrors,--when the whole figure emerged into view,
and I knew him instantly for a negro, though I had never before seen
one of his race. He was a dandified-looking fellow, wearing a stiff
white waistcoat fastened by gilded buttons, with a pair of short curly
mustaches, waxed straight out at the ends; and he stood there grinning
at me in a manner that showed all his gleaming teeth. Before I could
recover my wits enough to address him, I heard a voice from within the
house,--a soft, drawling voice, with a marked foreign accent clinging
to it.
"Sam," it called, "have you found either of the scoundrelly rascals?"
The darkey started as if shot, and glanced nervously back over his
shoulder.
"No, sah," he replied with vigor, "dat Mistah Hawkins am not yere, sah.
An' dat Mistah Burns has gone 'way fer gud, sah. But dar am a gemman
yere, sah,--"
"What!" came a surprised ejaculation that caused the negro to jump, and
I heard a chair overturned within. "A gentleman? Sam, don't deceive
me! For the love of Heaven, let me see him. May I be bastinadoed if it
hasn't been three months since my eyes beheld the last specimen! Sam,
where was it I saw the last one?"
"Montreal, sah."
"By Saint Guise! 'tis gospel truth," and the speaker strode forward,
candle in hand. "Here, now, you ace of spades," he cried impatiently,
"hold the flame until I bid this paragon of the wilderness fit welcome
in the name of Hawkins, who strangely seems to have vanished from the
sylvan scene. Alas, poor Hawkins! two gentlemen at one time, I greatly
fear, will be the death of him. Would that his good friend Burns might
be with him on this festive occasion. Ye gods, what a time it would be!"
As the black hastily reached out for the candle-stick, his erratic
master as quickly changed his mind.
"No," he muttered thoughtfully, drawing back within the hall; "'tis
far more fit that such formal greeting should occur within, where
the essentials may be found with which to do full courtesy. I will
instead retire. Sam, bid the gentleman meet me in the banquet hall,
and then, mark you, thou archfiend of blackness, seek out at once that
man Hawkins in his hidden lair, and bid him have ample repast spread
instantly, on pain of my displeasure. By all the saints! if it be not
at once forthcoming I will toast the scoundrel over his own slow fire."
"Seth," I said to my staring companion, as soon as I could recover from
my own surprise, "find a place for the horses somewhere in the stables,
and come in."
"Where is your master to be found?" I questioned of the black, whose
air of self-importance had been resumed the moment he was left alone.
"Second door to de right, sah," he answered, gazing curiously at my
deer-skin hunting-shirt as I pressed by.
I had little difficulty in finding it, for all that the way was totally
dark, as the fellow within was lustily carolling a French love-song. I
hung back for a moment, striving vainly to distinguish the words.
Without pausing to make my presence known, I opened the door quietly,
and stepped within. The room was not a large one, though it occupied
the full width of the house; and the two lighted candles that illumined
it, one sitting upon a table otherwise bare, the other occupying the
rude dresser in the far corner, revealed clearly the entire interior.
The sole occupant of the room sat upon a corner of the table, one
foot resting on the floor, the other dangling carelessly. Hardly more
than a year my elder, he bore in his face the indelible marks of a
life vastly different. His features were clear-cut, and undeniably
handsome, with a curl of rare good-humor to his lips and an audacious
sparkle within his dark eyes. His hat, cocked and ornamented in foreign
fashion, lay beside him; and I could not help noting his long hair,
carefully powdered and arranged with a nicety almost conspicuous, while
his clothing was rich in both texture and coloring, and exhibited many
traces of vanity in ribbon and ornament. Within his belt, fastened by a
large metal clasp, he wore a pearl-handled pistol with long barrel; and
a rapier, with richly jewelled hilt, dangled at his side. Altogether he
made a fine figure of a man, and one of a sort I had never met before.
If he interested me, doubtless I was no less a study to him. I could
see the astonishment in his eyes, after my first entrance, change to
amusement as he gazed. Then he brought a white hand down, with a smart
slap, upon the board beside him.
"By all the saints!" he exclaimed, "but I believe the black was right.
'Tis the face of a gentle, or I know naught of the breed, though the
attire might fool the very elect. Yet, _parbleu!_ if memory serves,
'tis scarcely worse than what I wore in Spain."
He swung down upon his feet and faced me, extending one hand with all
cordiality, while lips and eyes smiled pleasantly.
"Monsieur," he said, bowing low, and with a grace of movement quite
new to me, "I bid you hearty welcome to whatsoever of good cheer this
desert may have to offer, and present to you the companionship of
Villiers de Croix. It may not seem much, yet I pledge you that kings
have valued it ere now."
It was a form of introduction most unfamiliar to me, and seemed
bristling with audacity and conceit; but I recognized the heartiness of
his purpose, and hastened to make fit response.
"I meet you with much pleasure," I answered, accepting the proffered
hand. "I am John Wayland."
The graceful recklessness of the fellow, so conspicuous in each word
and action, strongly attracted me. I confess I liked him from his first
utterance, although mentally, and perhaps morally as well, no two men
of our age could possibly be more unlike.
"Wayland?" he mused, with a shrug, as if the sound of the word was
unpleasant. "Wayland?--'tis a harsh name to my ears, yet I have heard
it mentioned before in England as that of a great family. You are
English, then?"
I shook my head emphatically; for the old wounds of controversy and
battle were then being opened afresh, and the feeling of antagonism ran
especially high along the border.
"I am of this country," I protested with earnestness, "and we call
ourselves Americans."
He laughed easily, evidently no little amused at my retort, twisting
his small mustache through his slender fingers as he eyed me.
"Ah! but that is all one to me; it is ever the blood and not the name
that counts, my friend. Now I am French by many a generation, Gascon
by birth, and bearing commission in the Guard of the Emperor; yet
sooth, 'tis the single accursed drop of Irish blood within my veins
that brings me across the great seas and maroons me in this howling
wilderness. But sit down, Monsieur. There will be both food and wine
served presently, and I would speak with you more at ease."
As he spoke he flung himself upon a low settee, carelessly motioning me
toward another.
"On my word," he said, eying me closely as I crossed over to the bench,
"but you are a big fellow for your years, and 'tis strength, not flabby
flesh, or I know not how to judge. You would make a fine figure of a
soldier, John Wayland. Napoleon perchance might offer you a marshal's
baton, just to see you in the uniform. _Parbleu!_ I have seen stranger
things happen."
"You are now connected with the French army?" I questioned, wondering
what could have brought him to this remote spot.
"Ay, a Captain of the Guard, yet an exile, banished from the court on
account of my sins. _Sacre!_ but there are others, Monsieur. I have
but one fault, my friend,--grave enough, I admit, yet but one, upon my
honor, and even that is largely caused by that drop of Irish blood. I
love the ladies over-well, I sometimes fear; and once I dared to look
too high for favor."
"And have you stopped here long?"
"Here--at Hawkins's, mean you? Ten days, as I live; would you believe
I could ever have survived so grievous a siege?" and he looked
appealingly about upon the bare apartment. "Ten days of Hawkins and
of Sam, Monsieur; ay! and of Ol' Burns; of sky, and woods, and river,
with never so much as a real white man even to drink liquor with. By
Saint Louis! but I shall be happy enough to face you across the board
to-night. Yet surely it is not your purpose to halt here long?"
"Only until I succeed in joining some party travelling westward to the
Illinois country."
"No! is that your aim? 'Tis my trip also, if Fate be ever kind enough
to bring hither a guide. _Sacre!_ there was one here but now, as odd a
devil as ever bore rifle, and he hath taken the western trail alone,
for he hated me from the start. That was Ol' Burns. Know you him?"
"'Twas he who brought the message that sent me here; yet he said little
of his own journey. But you mention not where you are bound?"
"I seek Fort Dearborn, on the Great Lake."
"That likewise is to be the end of my journey. You go to explore?"
"Explore? Faith, no," and he patted his hand upon the bench most
merrily. "There are but two reasons to my mind important enough to lure
a French gentleman into such a hole as this, and send him wandering
through your backwoods,--either war or love, Monsieur; and I know of no
war that calleth me."
Love, as he thus spoke of it, was almost an unknown term to me then;
and, in truth, I scarcely grasped the full significance of his meaning.
"You seek some lady, then, at Fort Dearborn?" I asked, for his tone
seemed to invite the inquiry.
"Ay!" with quickened enthusiasm; "'tis there Toinette has hidden
herself for this year or more,--Toinette, on my word as a French
soldier, the fairest maid of Montreal. I have just discovered her
whereabouts, yet I shall win her ere I traverse these trails again, or
I am not Villiers de Croix."
"I travel thither to bring back a little orphan child with me," I
explained simply, in response to his look, "and will most gladly aid
you where I can."
Before he could answer, Hawkins, a gaunt, silent frontiersman, together
with Sam, entered the room, bearing between them our evening meal.