The Shadow of Victory: A Romance of Fort DearbornReed, Myrtle
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The Shadow of Victory: A Romance of Fort Dearborn
Reed, Myrtle
Chicago (Ill.) -- Fiction; Fort Dearborn Massacre, Chicago, Ill., 1812 -- Fiction
"Yes--of course they wanted the ammunition and liquor, but I explained
that. There has been some friction here at the post. The Mackenzies,
of course, are opposed to going, and the feeling has affected others.
There does not seem to be much danger, though, unless the British come
down from Fort Mackinac, which seems hardly possible. The Indians have
promised to see us safely to Fort Wayne, but then--what's the promise
of an Indian?"
"Not much, I admit," answered Wells; "but I'm here to stand by you. If
worst comes to worst, here's one more man to fight. I'm with you to
the last."
"It is a great relief to me," said Franklin, after an eloquent
silence, "for I have felt myself alone--one man against the world."
"I'd do all I could for your wife's sake, if for no other reason. Call
an Indian council this afternoon and let me talk to them."
Franklin's face brightened. "The very thing!" he cried. "I'll give the
order at once." Then he grasped the other's hand and said again, "God
bless you!"
* * * * *
At the appointed hour in the afternoon the entire company of Indians
assembled upon the esplanade. After ceremonious greetings were
exchanged with the chiefs, Captain Wells turned to the others.
"A good day to you, my brothers," he said. "The time has seemed long
indeed since we parted. I see among you many new faces from the
far country, and I am rejoiced to learn that you have promised to
accompany the White Father and his people to the assembling place. Had
I known of this I should not have come, but should have trusted wholly
to my brothers.
"However, it is a happiness to me to see my friends once more.
Although I am a white man, I have been brought up like one of you. I
have learned the secrets of the forest and the trail and I have fought
side by side with the red men. For many of you I have sad news. The
Great Chief, Little Turtle, whose daughter I have taken in marriage,
went to the happy hunting grounds on the fourteenth day of the last
moon.
"Were he alive he would send his greetings to his brothers who are
here assembled. Thirty of his people have come with me to lead the
Americans safely upon the trail. For three or more days must we
journey, since the feet of the palefaces are slow, but we have no
fears. From the dangers of the day and the night, from wild beasts,
from every creature that stalks abroad with intent to slay; from
the unlearned tribes who are unfriendly to the whites, and from the
warriors of another White Chief, who may be known by their red coats,
we will protect our friends. It has been written by the Great White
Father that after we have led his people safely to the assembling
place, many gifts shall be distributed among us there. My brothers, I
bid you farewell."
Silently the Indians went back to the woods. No answer was made to
the speech except that it was good, and that all should be as it was
written.
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