American fiction -- 19th century; Historical fiction; Indians of North America -- Fiction
As has been alluded to already, the principal chiefs, on a suggestion
of Bear's Meat, had followed the young men down the Kalamazoo, dividing
themselves by a part of their body's crossing the stream at the first
favorable spot. In this way the Indians proceeded, sweeping the river
before them, and examining every place that seemed capable of concealing
a canoe. Runners were kept in constant motion between the several
parties, in order to let the state of the search be known to all; and,
feigning to be one of these very men, Pigeonswing had held communication
with several whom he purposely met, and to whom he imparted such
invented information as contributed essentially to send the young men
forward on a false scent. In this way, the main body of the savages
descended the river some sixty miles, following its windings, in the
first day and a half. Here Pigeonswing left them, turning his own face
up stream, in order to rejoin his friends. Of Peter he had no knowledge;
neither knowing, nor otherwise learning, what had become of the great
chief. On his way up stream, Pigeonswing met several more Indians;
runners like himself, or as he seemed to be; or scouts kept on the
lookout for the fugitives. He had no difficulty in deceiving these men.
None of them had been of Crowsfeather's party, and he was a stranger to
them all. Ignorant of his real character, they received his information
without distrust, and the orders he pretended to convey were obeyed by
them without the smallest hesitation. In this way, then, Pigeonswing
contrived to send all the scouts he met away from the river, by telling
them that there was reason to think the pale-faces had abandoned the
stream, and that it was the wish of Bear's Meat that their trail should
be looked for in the interior. This was the false direction that he gave
to all, thereby succeeding better even than he had hoped in clearing
the banks of the Kalamazoo of observers and foes. Nevertheless, many of
those whom he knew to be out, some quite in the rear of the party, and
others in its front, and at no great distance from them, he did not
meet; of course he could not get his false directions to their ears.
There were, in fact, so many of the Indians and so few of the whites,
that it was an easy matter to cover the path with young warriors, any
one party of whom would be strong enough to capture two men and as many
women.
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