American fiction -- 19th century; Historical fiction; Indians of North America -- Fiction
It might have been by means of a secret sympathy, or it was possibly the
result of accident, but certain it is, that the Chippewa was placed
in that of le Bourdon. As for Whiskey Centre, he lay like a log in the
bottom of his own light bark, cared for only by his affectionate wife,
who had made a pillow for his head; but, fortunately, if no assistance
just then, not any material hindrance to the movements of his friends.
By the time le Bourdon and the Chippewa had got their stations, and the
canoes were free of the bottom, it was evident by the sounds, that not
only the dogs, but divers of their masters, had floundered through the
swamp, and were already on the firm ground east of it. As the dogs ran
by scent, little doubt remained of their soon leading the savages to
the place of embarkation. Aware of this, the bee-hunter directed
the Chippewa to follow, and urged his own canoe away from the shore,
following one of three of the natural channels that united just at that
point.
The clamor now sensibly increased, and the approach of the pursuers
was much faster than it had previously been, in consequence of there no
longer being wet land beneath their feet. At the distance of fifty
yards from the shore, however, the channel, or open avenue among
the rice-plants that the canoes had taken, made a short turn to the
northward; for all the events we have just been recording occurred on
the northern, or leeward side of the river. Once around this bend in the
channel, the canoes would have been effectually concealed from those on
the beach, had it even been broad daylight, and, of course, were so
much more hidden from view under the obscurity of a very dark night.
Perceiving this, and fearful that the dip of the paddles might be heard,
le Bourdon ceased to urge his canoe through the water, telling the
Chippewa to imitate his example, and let the boats drift. In consequence
of this precaution the fugitives were still quite near the shore when,
first, the dogs, then a party of their masters, came rushing down to the
very spot whence the canoes had departed scarcely two minutes before.
As no precautions were taken to conceal the advance of the pursuers, the
pursued, or the individuals among them who alone understood the common
language of the great Ojebway nation well, had an opportunity of hearing
and understanding all that was said. Le Bourdon had brought the two
canoes together; and the Chippewa, at his request, now translated
such parts of the discourse of their enemies as he deemed worthy of
communicating to the females.
“Say, now, nobody dere!” commenced the Indian, coolly. “T'ink he no
great way off--mean to look for him--t'ink dog uneasy--won'er why dog so
uneasy.”
“Them dogs are very likely to scent us here in the canoes, we are so
near them,” whispered le Bourdon.
“S'pose he do, can't catch us,” coolly answered the Chippewa--“beside,
shoot him, don't take care--bad for dog to chase warrior too much.”
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