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
"Injun nuthin!" he returned with vehemence. "Thet's jist my way of
sarcumventin' the bloody varmints. I shaved the hull blame thing soon
as ever they let me loose, an' then played loony, till thar ain't no
Injun 'long the shore as 'd tech me fer all the wampum in the Illini
country. 'Tain't the fust time I saved my scalp by some sech dern
trick. I tell ye, it's easy 'nough ter beat Injuns if ye only know how.
By snakes! I'm sacred, I am,--specially teched by the Great Spirit.
I tell ye, ter be real loony is dern nigh as good in an Injun camp
as ter hev red hair like thet thar little Sister Celeste with the
Pottawattomies. She knows her business, you bet; an' so does Ol' Burns
know him!"
His mention of her name instantly recalled me to the little group
waiting above us, and doubtless already worried at my prolonged absence.
"Burns," I interrupted, "this is no time for reminiscences. I am here
seeking some means of escape out of this place of horror. What were you
doing down here?"
"Sorter contemplatin' a sea v'yage," he said, dryly. "'Twas rec'mended
by my doctor fer the growth o' my har. So, snoopin' 'round yere in the
dark, an' not over fond o' Injun com'any, I found this yere boat. Jest
got in ter see how 'twas fixed, when ye jumped down yonder. Reckon I'd
kinder like ter wet 'er up an' see wot she's like."
"Good! so would I. This boat was placed here for that very purpose.
Now listen. The young woman you just mentioned, that Indian missionary
with the auburn hair, is above yonder, together with another young
white girl rescued from the massacre, and the Frenchman, De Croix. We
have come here, on pledge of a half-breed chief that this boat would
be ready for our escape. And we have no time to waste, for we may be
followed at any moment."
"They ain't seen ye stealin' outer the camp?"
"No, but in doing it I was compelled to kill Little Sauk, and the
others may find his body at any time."
For a moment the sly old borderer made no response, and I knew he
was quietly turning over the complicated situation in his own mind
preparatory to intelligent action. I heard him step from the boat into
the shallow water.
"All right, lad! I understand," he said heartily, his former
indifference vanished. "Derned if I wouldn't jist as soon leave that
Parley-Voo behind; but I'm with ye, an' I reckon Ol' Burns'll give them
thar redskins another dern good jolt. Take hold here, boy, an' we'll
run this yere man-o-war outside, where we kin ship the rest o' her
crew."
The back-water rippling among the old piling was shallow, but the boat
had little aboard and floated free, so that we worked it forward with
little difficulty until we succeeded in rounding the slight promontory
and held its bulging sides close against the mud wall. Leaving Burns to
keep it in place, I crept silently up the bank.
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