American fiction -- 19th century; Historical fiction; Indians of North America -- Fiction
With le Bourdon the case was different. He understood himself and the
wilderness. For him the wind was fair, and there was no necessity for
his touching at Mackinaw at all. It is true, he usually passed several
days on that pleasant and salubrious island, and frequently disposed of
lots of honey there; but he could dispense with the visit and the sales.
There was certainly danger now to be apprehended from the Ottawas, who
would be very apt to be out on the lake after this maritime excursion
against the fort; but it was possible even to elude their vigilance. In
a word, the bee-hunter did not believe in the prudence of returning to
the Openings, but thought it by far the wisest for the whole party to
make the best of its way by water to the settlements. All this he urged
warmly on his white companions, taking them aside for that purpose, and
leaving Peter and Pigeonswing together while he did so.
But Parson Amen would as soon have believed that his old congregation in
Connecticut was composed of Philistines, as not to believe that the
red men were the lost tribes, and that Peter, in particular, was not
especially and elaborately described in the Old Testament. He had become
so thoroughly possessed by this crotchet as to pervert everything that
he saw, read, or heard, into evidence, of some sort or other, of the
truth of his notions. In this respect there was nothing peculiar in the
good missionary's weakness, it being a failing common to partisans of a
theory, to discover proofs of its truths in a thousand things in which
indifferent persons can find even no connection with the subject at all.
In this frame of mind the missionary would as soon think of letting go
his hold on the Bible itself, as think of separating from an Indian who
might turn out any day to be a direct representative of Abraham, and
Isaac, and Jacob. Not to speak irreverently, but to use language that
must be familiar to all, the well-meaning missionary wished to be in at
the death.
Corporal Flint, too, had great faith in Peter. It was a part of
the scheme of the savage to make this straight for-ward soldier an
instrument in placing many scalps in hit power; and though he had
designed from the first to execute his bloody office on the corporal
himself, he did not intend to do so until he had made the most of him
as a stool-pigeon. Here were four more pale-faces thrown in his power,
principally by means of the confidence he had awakened in the minds of
the missionary and the soldier; and that same confidence might be made
instrumental in adding still more to the number. Peter was a sagacious,
even a far-seeing savage, but he labored under the curse of ignorance.
Had his information been of a more extended nature, he would have seen
the utter fallacy of his project to destroy the pale-faces altogether,
and most probably would have abandoned it.
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