American fiction -- 19th century; Historical fiction; Indians of North America -- Fiction
“It is a sign of great improvement, friend Waring, and will lead to no
bad consequences,” returned le Bourdon, coolly. “I foresaw the danger,
and rolled the casks down the hill, where they were dashed to pieces in
the brook, and the liquor has long since been carried into the lake in
the shape of grog.”
Waring seemed astounded; but was so completely mystified as not to
suspect the truth. That his liquor should be hopelessly lost was bad
enough; but even that was better than to have it drunk by savages
without receiving any re-turns. After groaning and lamenting over the
loss for a few minutes, he joined the rest of the party in making some
further dispositions, which le Bourdon deemed prudent, if not necessary.
It had occurred to the bee-hunter to divide his own cargo between the
two canoes, which was the task that the whole party was now engaged in.
The object was to lighten his own canoe in the event of flight, and, by
placing his effects in two parcels, give a chance to those in the
boat which might escape, of having wherewithal to comfort and console
themselves. As soon as this new arrangement was completed, le Bourdon
ran up to a tree that offered the desired facilities, and springing
into its branches, was soon high enough to get a view of the bar and the
mouth of the river. By the parting light of day, he distinctly saw FOUR
canoes coming up the stream; which was one more than those reported to
him by Margery as having passed.
CHAPTER VI.
And long shall timorous fancy see
The painted chief and pointed spear;
And reason's self shall bow the knee
To shadows and delusions here.
FRENEAU.
A bright moon reflected on the earth for about an hour the light of the
sun, as the latter luminary disappeared. By its aid the bee-hunter, who
still continued in the tree, was enabled to watch the movements of the
canoes of the Indians, though the persons they contained soon got to
be so indistinct as to render it impossible to do more than count their
numbers. The last he made out to be five each in three of the canoes,
and six in the other, making twenty-one individuals in all. This was
too great an odds to think of resisting, in the event of the strangers
turning out to be hostile; and the knowledge of this disparity in force
admonished all the fugitives of the necessity of being wary and prudent.
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