American fiction -- 19th century; Historical fiction; Indians of North America -- Fiction
The bee-hunter left the cottage of these simple and hospitable people,
as soon as the night was fairly set in; or, rather, as soon as a young
moon had gone down. Peter now took the command, steering the canoe of
le Bourdon, while Gershom followed so close as to keep the bow of his
little craft within reach of the Indian's arm. In less than an hour the
fugitives reached the opening of the river, which is here divided into
two channels by a large island. On that very island, and at that precise
moment, was Bear's Meat lying in wait for their appearance, provided
with three canoes, each having a crew of six men. It would have been
easy for this chief to go to Detroit, and give the alarm to the savages
who were then collected there in a large force, and to have made such
a disposition of the canoes as would have rendered escape by water
impossible; but this would have been robbing himself and his friends of
all the credit of taking the scalps, and throwing away what is termed
“honor” among others as well as among savages. He chose, therefore, to
trust to his own ability to succeed; and supposing the fugitives would
not be particularly on their guard at this point, had little doubt of
intercepting them here, should they succeed in eluding those he had left
above.
The bee-hunter distrusted that island, and used extra caution in passing
it. In the first place, the two canoes were brought together, so as to
give them, in the dark, the appearance of only one; while the four men
added so much to the crew as to aid the deception. In the end it proved
that one of Bear's Meat's canoes that was paddling about in the middle
of the river had actually seen them, but mistook the party for a canoe
of their own, which ought to have been near that spot, with precisely
six persons in it, just at that time. These six warriors had landed, and
gone up among the cottages of the French to obtain some fruit, of which
they were very fond, and of which they got but little in their own
villages. Owing to this lucky coincidence, which the pretty Margery ever
regarded as another special interposition of Providence in their favor,
the fugitives passed the island without molestation, and actually got
below the last lookouts of Bear's Meat, though without their knowledge.
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