American fiction -- 19th century; Historical fiction; Indians of North America -- Fiction
Having told the tale of his own doings, Pigeonswing next came to his
proposition for the mode of future proceeding. He proposed that the
family should get into the canoes that very night, and commence its
flight by going down the stream directly toward its foes! This sounded
strangely, but there did not seem to be any alternative. A march across
the peninsula would be too much for the females, and there was the
certainty that their trail would be found. It may seem strange to
those who are unacquainted with the American Indian, and his habits,
to imagine that, in so large an expanse, the signs of the passage of so
small a party might not escape detection; but such was the case. To one
unaccustomed to the vigilance and intelligence of these savages, it must
appear just as probable that the vessel could be followed through the
wastes of the ocean, by means of its wake, as that the footprints should
be so indelible as to furnish signs that can be traced for days. Such,
however, is the fact, and no one understood it better than the Chippewa.
He was also aware that the country toward Ohio, whither the fugitives
would naturally direct their course, now that the English were in
possession of Detroit, must soon be a sort of battle-ground, to which
most of the warriors of that region would eagerly repair. Under all the
circumstances, therefore, he advised the flight by means of the river.
Le Bourdon reasoned on all he heard, and, still entertaining some of his
latent distrust of Peter, and willing to get beyond his reach, he soon
acquiesced in the proposition, and came fully into the plan.
It was now necessary to reload the canoes. This was done in the course
of the day, and every arrangement was made, so as to be ready for a
start as soon as the darkness set in. Everybody was glad to move, though
all were aware of the extent of the hazard they ran. The females, in
particular, felt their hearts beat, as each, in her husband's canoe,
issued out of the cover into the open river. Pigeonswing took the lead,
paddling with a slow, but steady sweep of his arm, and keeping as
close as was convenient to one bank. By adopting this precaution, he
effectually concealed the canoes from the eyes of all on that side of
the river, unless they stood directly on its margin, and had the aid of
the shadows to help conceal them from any who might happen to be on the
other. In this way, then, the party proceeded, passing the site of
the hut, and the grove of Openings around it, undetected. As the river
necessarily flowed through the lowest land, its banks were wooded much
of the way, which afforded great protection to the fugitives; and this
so much the more because these woods often grew in swamps where the
scouts would not be likely to resort.
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