American fiction -- 19th century; Historical fiction; Indians of North America -- Fiction
This was astounding news, indeed! The commanding officer of that
ill-starred garrison could not himself have been more astonished, when
he was unexpectedly summoned to surrender by an enemy who appeared
to start out of the earth, than was le Bourdon, at hearing this
intelligence. To western notions, Michilimackinac was another Gibraltar,
although really a place of very little strength, and garrisoned by only
one small company of regulars. Still, habit had given the fortress a
sort of sanctity among the adventurers of that region; and its fall,
even in the settled parts of the country, sounded like the loss of
a province. It is now known that, anticipating the movements of the
Americans, some three hundred whites, sustained by more than twice that
number of Indians, including warriors from nearly every adjacent tribe,
had surprised the post on the 17th of July, and compelled the subaltern
in command, with some fifty odd men, to surrender. This rapid and highly
military measure, on the part of the British, completely cut off the
post of Chicago, at the head of Lake Michigan, leaving it isolated, on
what was then a very remote wilderness. Chicago, Mackinac, and Detroit,
were the three grand stations of the Americans on the upper lakes, and
here were two of them virtually gone at a blow!
CHAPTER III.
--Ho! who's here?
If anything that's civil, speak; if savage,
Take, or lend--
Cymbeline
Not another syllable did le Bourdon utter to the Chippewa, or the
Chippewa to him, in that sitting, touching the important event just
communicated. Each carefully avoided manifesting any further interest in
the subject, but the smoking continued for some time after the sun had
set. As the shades of evening began to gather, the Pottawattamie arose,
shook the ashes from his pipe, gave a grunt, and uttered a word or two,
by way of announcing his disposition to retire. On this hint, Ben went
into the cabin, spread his skins, and intimated to his guests that their
beds were ready for them. Few compliments pass among border men on such
occasions, and one after another dropped off, until all were stretched
on the skins but the master of the place. He remained up two hours
later, ruminating on the state of things; when, perceiving that the
night was wearing on, he also found a nest, and sought his repose.
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