United States -- History -- French and Indian War, 1754-1763 -- Fiction
"There was a name brought me with the news. Your chief was the Wolf,
they said; but whether it be his own name or that of his _manitou_,
I know not."
CHAPTER XX.
THE REVEILLE.
A band of five-and-twenty Ojibways came filing down through the woods
to the shore of Lake Ontario, at the point where the City of Toronto
now stands. Back beyond the Lake aux Claies they had passed many
lodges inhabited by women and children only, and had heard everywhere
the same story: the men were all gone southward to Fort Niagara to
take counsel with the English. This, too, was the goal of the
Ojibways' journey, and Menehwehna hurried them forward.
Fort Rouille by the waterside stood deserted and half ruined.
They had hoped to find canoes here to carry them across the lake to
Niagara; but here, too, all the male population had stampeded a week
ago for the south, and those who wanted canoes must make them.
This meant two days' delay but it could not be helped. They fell to
work at once, cutting down elm-trees by the shore and stripping off
their bark, while the children gathered from the lodges and stood at
a little distance, watching.
It was by no desire of his own that John made one of the embassage.
As rumour after rumour of British successes came westward to
Michilimackinac, and the Indians held long and anxious councils, he
had grown aware that Menehwehna was watching him furtively, as if for
a sign which could not be demanded in words.
"Menehwehna," said he at length, "what is all this talk of English
vengeance? It is not the way of my countrymen to remember wrongs
after they have won the battle."
"But who will assure my people of that?" asked Menehwehna.
"They have heard that certain things were done in the south, and that
toll will be taken."
"What matters that to your people, though it be true? They were not
at Fort William Henry."
"But again, how shall they tell this to the English and hope to be
believed?"
"You cannot hide your heart from me, Menehwehna. You wish two things
of me, and the first is my leave to tell your people that I am
English."
"Without your leave I will never tell them, my brother."
"Did I ever suppose that you would? Well, as soon as you have told
them, they will clamour for me to go to Fort Niagara, and at need to
entreat for them. Now I say that there will be no need; but they
will compel me to go, and you too will wish it. Have I not guessed?"
Menehwehna was silent a while. "For my people I wish it," he said at
length; "but for my own part I fear more than I wish."
"You fear it because I go into great danger. By my countrymen I
shall be rightly held a deserter; and, among them, for an officer to
desert is above all things shameful."
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