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
There was a stir at the Fort. Men ran in and out, evidently under
stress of great excitement, then a tall and stately being, resplendent
in a new uniform, came out and turned a handspring on the esplanade.
"What's up?" shouted Robert.
Ronald turned another handspring and threw his cap high in the air
before he condescended to answer. "Bully!" he roared; "we're going to
fight! War is declared against England!"
CHAPTER XIV
HEART'S DESIRE
Those who had complained of Captain Franklin's lax methods were silent
now. The fortifications were strengthened at every possible point and
pickets were stationed in the woods, at points on the lake shore,
along the Fort Wayne trail, and at various places on the prairie.
There was no target practice for fear of a scarcity of ammunition; but
the women were taught to handle the pistols, muskets, and even the
cannon in the blockhouses.
Mackenzie, Forsyth, and Chandonnais divided the night watch at the
trading station. At the first sound of a warning gun, the women and
children were to be taken to the Fort. As before, Beatrice was to go
to Captain Franklin's, Mrs. Mackenzie and the children to Lieutenant
Howard's, and the men to barracks.
"I guess I'll move over anyway," said Beatrice. "I wouldn't care to
make the trip in the night. I'll sleep at the Captain's and eat
wherever I happen to be."
Mrs. Franklin was not told of the plan until Beatrice and Robert
appeared at her door with the enterprising young woman's possessions,
but she made her guest very welcome.
"Why didn't you tell me you were coming?" she asked.
"What would be the use of telling you?" inquired Beatrice. "You'd be
obliged to say you wanted me, so I just came."
The Captain's wife was genuinely glad, for of late she had been very
lonely. Franklin was always more or less absorbed in his own affairs,
and the feeling between Lieutenant Howard and his superior officer did
not tend to promote friendly relations between the women. There had
been no open break, but each felt that there might be one at any time.
Ronald was in high spirits. Since he had given Beatrice the basket she
had treated him more kindly, and he led Queen twenty times around the
Fort every day for exercise, without a murmur of complaint. Beatrice
stood at the gate and kept count; while, across the river, Forsyth sat
on the piazza and envied the Ensign, even during his monotonous daily
round.
Among the officers at the Fort the declaration of war had not been
altogether unexpected, for vague rumours of England's arrogance upon
the high seas had reached the western limits of civilisation, but the
situation was covered only by general orders from the War Department.
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