American fiction -- 19th century; Historical fiction; Indians of North America -- Fiction
When le Bourdon reached the point whence he could get a good view of
the door of the hut, which was still illuminated by the fire within, he
ceased using the paddle beyond the slight effort necessary to keep the
canoe nearly stationary. He was quite within the range of a rifle, but
trusted to the darkness of the night for his protection. That scouts
were out, watching the approaches to the hut, he felt satisfied; and he
did not doubt that some were prowling along the margin of the Kalamazoo,
either looking for the lost boats, or for those who had taken them away.
This made him cautious, and he took good care not to place his canoe in
a position of danger.
It was very apparent that the savages were in great uncertainty as to
the number of their enemies. Had not the rifle been fired, and their
warrior killed and scalped, they might have supposed that their prisoner
had found the means of releasing his limbs himself, and thus effected
his escape; but they knew that the Chippewa had neither gun nor knife,
and as all their own arms, even to those of the dead man, were still in
their possession, it was clear that he had been succored from without.
Now, the Pottawattamies had heard of both the bee-hunter and Whiskey
Centre, and it was natural enough for them to ascribe some of these
unlooked-for feats to one or the other of these agents. It is true,
the hut was known to have been built three or four years earlier, by an
Indian trader, and no one of the party had ever actually seen Gershom
and his family in possession; but the conjectures on this head were as
near the fact, as if the savages had passed and repassed daily. There
was only one point on which these close calculators of events were at
fault. So thoroughly had everything been removed from the chiente, and
so carefully the traces of its recent occupation concealed, that no one
among them suspected that the family had left the place only an hour
before their own arrival. The bee-hunter, moreover, was well assured
that the savages had not yet blundered on the hiding-place of the
furniture. Had this been discovered, its contents would have been
dragged to light, and seen around the fire; for there is usually little
self-restraint among the red men, when they make a prize of this sort.
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