Canada -- History -- To 1763 (New France) -- Fiction
There was a silence. Frontin and Sir Phelim and the other men drew in
behind Crawford and waited. Then, because they had no more tobacco, and
had not yet obtained any from the salvage, the head Cree chief produced
a calumet and stuffed the bowl with fragrant _sagacomi_ from his pouch.
When he had lighted it, he handed it to Crawford, who puffed and
returned it. So the council was opened and the calumet smoked, and now
Crawford, with characteristic readiness, faced an instant decision.
He had already learned from Deakin that if Cree chiefs were here, they
would be here only in order to deliver the message from the Star Woman.
As a rule they came far from their own country to the bay, in May or
June, and only that message would force them to come later or delay
them. It was obvious that these chiefs would be now wildly anxious
to be gone home. So, when the leading chief had made a short and
ceremonial address, he sat down to await his answer. Crawford let him
wait, made his decision, then came stiffly to his feet and faced them.
“My brothers, you know what has happened here, but you do not know
why I have come here. Look at this.” Once more he held up the Star of
Dreams. “I have come because the Star Woman sent this to lead me to
her. I am going home with you. You will take me up-country with you and
then send me on to the Star Woman with guides.”
Stifled grunts of awe and amazement sounded. Crawford continued swiftly.
“My brothers, you have brought beaver for Big Bear. It is of no use to
me, but I will buy it from you. I will give you all these goods from
the wrecked ship, such as I do not need, then you will cache the beaver
here and leave it until next year, or until I come again to get it.
To-morrow we will arrange these matters, and then we will leave for
your own country. Go to your camp, and return here to-morrow. I have
spoken.”
There was silence, while Crawford’s men stared at one another, and the
wounded men by the water groaned in their bonds. Then, with silent
acceptance of his words, the chiefs broke up the council and departed
among the trees. No sooner were they gone, than Crawford swung up and
faced his men.
He looked at Frontin and met a dry smile. He looked at Sir Phelim Burke
and met a twinkle of the eye. He looked at his men and then laughed
suddenly.
“My lads, we have no ship. Our seafaring days are ended, for we have
crossed that horizon. Here is a chance that has come to me, to go
farther, where no white men have gone, to see new things. I am going
into the unknown country with these Indians. I have learned that the
Star Woman is no myth, no legend, but actually exists--and I’m going to
find her. I don’t ask any of you to come with me. There’s naught for
you at the end of this journey. If ye want to go to Fort Nelson, go
freely. In any case, I’ll loose these prisoners and let them go. If ye
come with me, I’ll be glad. Talk it over with your comrades, Dickon.
You with your men, Phelim----”
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