Frontier and pioneer life -- Québec (Province) -- Fiction; Historical fiction; Short stories
“You make big mistake tink you come to Indian camp without we know,”
remarked the captain, “when we sleep, sentinel all round like fox.”
Changing the subject, the captain tried to get from Abner what he knew
of the movements and whereabouts of the American army, particularly
of the number still in camp at Four Corners, which Abner admitted he
had visited the day before. It was without avail. The boy realized the
information he would give might be used against his countrymen, and he
answered evasively. “Ah, well,” exclaimed the captain, “it no matter;
we’ve our spies in your camp so well as in de bush.”
The Indians were now busily preparing breakfast, and Abner watched them
with curious eyes as they placed potatoes and pieces of pork to cook
upon the hot embers, while a copper-kettle with tea was slung on a
crooked stick. Their duties required them to be on the patrol along the
frontier during the night, which accounted for their sleeping so late.
“Vell,” said the captain, “what you tink of dese Indian? Yankee able to
catch ’em? Eh? You tell, when you get home, what great fellow Indians
be. Now you may go, and give Mrs Bland de compliment of Captain de
Versailles and say he will do her de honor of taking supper with her.”
Thus permitted to resume his journey, Abner struck into the bush, and
in half an hour had reached the house of the Blands. He was hailed
with an uproarious welcome from every member of the large household,
for there was the delight not only of resuming long-suspended friendly
intercourse, but the proof in his appearance that the warfare waged
between the two governments had not lessened the goodwill of their
neighbors. Unpacking the basket, it was found to contain a little of
everything they had been so long deprived from being shut out from the
American stores. On the cork being drawn from the bottle of liniment,
granny declared that the very smell had done her rheumatics good. As
the contents of the basket lay spread on the table, a sudden thought
seemed to strike Mrs Bland, which she communicated in a whisper to her
husband. There was a quiet consultation, and then she addressed Abner.
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