When Wilderness was King: A Tale of the Illinois CountryParrish, Randall
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When Wilderness was King: A Tale of the Illinois Country
Parrish, Randall
Illinois -- Fiction
"Only as I have paddled upon the Maumee," I answered, doubtfully,
"although I handled a small sail when a mere boy in the far East."
"'Twill suffice if the fair weather hold, as is likely at this season.
At least it may be risked. The land trails are crowded by Indians from
far-off tribes, hastening hither in hope of fight and spoils. More than
a hundred came in to-day, painted for war, and angry because too late.
You could not escape encountering such parties, were you to flee by
trail eastward; nor would they show mercy to any white. The Silver-man
has returned to his home north of the river; but 'tis all that we who
are friendly to him can do to keep these warriors from attacking even
there. 'Tis the Indians from far away that make the trouble; and these
grow more numerous and powerful each day. We keep a guard at the house
to save the Silver-man and his family; and were more whites to seek
refuge there, we should lose all control. There is still safety at
the mouth of the Saint Joseph River, and 'tis there you must go. The
venture must be made to-night, and by water. Is it known to any Indian
that you are alive and within this camp?"
"To none."
"That is well; we can work best alone. Now listen. At midnight, Master
Wayland, a boat, pre pared for the trip, will await you, hidden under
the ruins of the Agency building. The river flows under the flooring
deep enough for the purpose, and I will place the boat there with my
own hand. Beyond that, all must rest upon your own skill and good
fortune. You will wait here," and he glanced about anxiously for some
means of concealment, "lying behind those robes yonder, until the hour."
"Here?" I questioned, thinking instantly of my duty to De Croix.
"But I would first have speech with the Frenchman. He is my friend,
Sau-ga-nash. Besides, I have left my rifle in the council lodge."
The face of the savage darkened, and his eyes gleamed ominously as they
roamed questioningly from my face to Toinette's.
"I said you were to stay hidden here," he answered shortly, his tone
showing anger, and his hand pointing at the robes. "Many of the
sleeping Pottawattomies are again astir without, and you could not hope
to gain the council lodge undiscovered. What care I for this Frenchman,
that I should risk my life to save him? I pledge myself only to Major
Wayland's son; and even if I aid you, it is on condition that you go
alone."
"Alone, say you?" and I rested my hand on Mademoiselle's shoulder. "I
would die here, Sau-ga-nash, and by torture, before I would consent to
go one step without this girl."
The half-breed scowled at me, drawing his robe about him in haughty
indifference.
"Then be it so," he said mockingly. "'Tis your own choice. I have
offered redemption of my pledge."
I started to utter some harsh words in answer; but before I could
speak, Toinette pressed her soft palm upon my lips in protest.
"Refuse him not," she murmured hastily. "'Tis the only chance; for my
sake, do not anger him."
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