Short stories; United States -- History -- Colonial period, ca. 1600-1775 -- Fiction
“Strengthened by this reinforcement, I ordered that the enemy should be
fired on whenever they showed themselves. After sunset a violent
northeast wind began to blow, accompanied by snow and hail, which told
us we should have a terrible night. The Iroquois were all this time
lurking about us, and I judged by their movements that, instead of being
deterred by the storm, they would climb into the fort under cover of the
darkness. I assembled all my troop (that is to say, six persons), and
spoke to them thus: ‘God has saved us to-day from the hands of our
foes, but we must take care not to fall into their snares to-night. As
for me, I want you to see that I am not afraid. I will take charge of
the fort, with the old man [she adds that he was eighty, and had never
fired a gun, but he could probably carry an alarm]; and you, Pierre
Fontaine, with La Bonté and Gachet, go to the block-house with the women
and children, because that is the strongest place; and if I am taken,
don’t surrender, even if I am cut to pieces and burned before your eyes.
The enemy cannot hurt you in the block-house, if you make the least show
of fight.’
“I placed my young brothers on two of the bastions, the old man on the
third, and I took the fourth; and all night, in spite of wind, snow, and
hail, the cries of ‘All’s well!’ were kept up from the block-house to
the fort, and from the fort to the block-house. One would have thought
that the place was full of soldiers. The Iroquois believed so, and were
completely deceived, as they confessed afterwards to M. de Callières, to
whom they told that they had held a council to make a plan for
capturing the fort in the night, but had done nothing because such a
constant watch was kept.
“About one o’clock in the morning the sentinel [the old man] on the
bastion by the gate called out, ‘Mademoiselle, I hear something!’ I went
to him to find out what it was, and by the help of the snow which
covered the ground I could see in the darkness a number of cattle, the
miserable remnant that the Iroquois had left us. The others wanted to
open the gate and let them in, but I answered: ‘No. You don’t know all
the tricks of the savages. They are, no doubt, following the cattle,
covered with skins of such animals, so as to get into the fort if we are
foolish enough to open the gate for them.’ Nevertheless, after taking
every precaution, I decided that we might open it without risk.
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