American fiction -- 19th century; Historical fiction; Indians of North America -- Fiction
With this compromise, the work went on. The corporal dug a trench four
feet deep, encircling the “castle,” as happy as a lord the whole time;
for this was not the first time he had been at such work, which
he considered to be altogether in character, and suitable to his
profession. No youthful engineer, fresh from the Point, that seat of
military learning to which the republic is even more indebted for its
signal successes in Mexico, than to the high military character of this
population-no young aspirant for glory, fresh from this useful
school, could have greater delight in laying out his first bastion,
or counter-scarp, or glacis, than Corporal Flint enjoyed in fortifying
Castle Meal. It will be remembered that this was the first occasion he
was ever actually at the head of the engineering department Hitherto, it
had been his fortune to follow; but now it had become his duty to lead.
As no one else, of that party, had ever been employed in such a work
on any previous occasion, the corporal did not affect to conceal the
superior knowledge with which he was overflowing. Gershom he found a
ready and active assistant; for, by this time, the whiskey was well out
of him; and he toiled with the greater willingness, as he felt that the
palisades would add to the security of his wife and sister. Neither
did Parson Amen disdain to use the pick and shovel; for, while the
missionary had the fullest reliance in the fact that the red men of that
region were the descendants of the children of Israel, he regarded them
as a portion of the chosen people who were living under the ban of the
divine displeasure, and as more than usually influenced by those evil
spirits, whom St. Paul mentions as the powers of the air. In a word,
while the good missionary had all faith in the final conversion and
restoration of these children of the forests, he did not overlook the
facts of their present barbarity, and great propensity to scalp. He
was not quite as efficient as Gershom, at this novel employment, but
a certain inborn zeal rendered him both active and useful. As for the
Indians, neither of them deigned to touch a tool. Pigeonswing had little
opportunity for so doing, indeed, being usually, from the rising to
the setting sun, out hunting for the support of the party; while Peter
passed most of his time in ruminations and solitary walks. This last
paid little attention to the work about the castle, either knowing it
would, at any moment, by an act of treachery, be in his power to render
all these precautions of no avail; or, relying on the amount of savage
force that he knew was about to collect in the openings. Whenever he
cast a glance on the progress of the work, it was with an eye of great
indifference; once he even carried his duplicity so far, as to make a
suggestion to the corporal, by means of which, as he himself expressed
it, in his imperfect English--“Injin no get inside, to use knife and
tomahawk.” This seeming indifference, on the part of Peter, did
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