Canada -- History -- 1763-1867; Canada -- History -- To 1763 (New France)
in spite of the heavy loads which all were obliged to carry. For six
weeks they travelled to reach the Iroquois lodges, but they lost
their way, and came at last to the Dutch settlement of Schenectady.
Here they learnt that the Mohawks had gone far afield on a war-like
expedition, and that the country they were now in belonged to the
Duke of York, afterwards James II. New Netherlands having thus
passed into English hands, Courcelle and his troops were asked to
quit the territory at once. There was nothing, therefore, to do but
to steal away to Canada, whence they had come. It was not an easy
feat, for a body of Mohawks hung at {88} their heels tomahawking
stragglers. The cold was intense, and, to make matters worse, the
provisions gave out. Sixty men perished on the march. Nevertheless,
unlucky as Courcelle had been, his expedition had served to convince
the Mohawks that they and their families were no longer safe in their
lodges. There was no telling what these Frenchmen would do next, so
they sent a deputation to offer peace. The Viceroy, in his turn,
sent a priest as his ambassador to visit their deputation, but he had
scarcely left when tidings came that a party of seven French officers
out hunting near Lake Champlain had been set upon and killed by the
Mohawks. A cousin of Tracy's had been captured, and a nephew had
been slain.
"Now, by the Virgin!" cried the sick old soldier, bringing down his
giant palm on the table, "they have gone far enough. Recall the holy
father. We must teach these savages a lesson." But the cup of his
anger was not yet full. A couple of boastful Mohawk deputies arrived
in Quebec and came to his house. When the indignant Tracy happened
to mention the murder of his nephew, one of them actually had the
effrontery to laugh and exclaim, as he stretched out his arm, "Yes,
this is the hand that split the head of that young man!"
The Viceroy, veteran soldier as he was, and used to deeds of
violence, shuddered with horror.
"Very well," he said, "never shall it slay any one else. Take that
base wretch out," he added to one of the guard, "and hang him in the
presence of his fellows!"
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