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
"He is the very good step-father of my wife, and one she loves as
truly as if he were her own father," answered Helm, warmly; "a man
among a thousand. Mr. Kinzie is an Indian trader, and has been here
for several years, if indeed he be not the first white settler, for
old Pointe Au Sable was a West Indian mulatto. His relations with
these savages who dwell near the Great Lake, and especially those of
the Pottawattomie and Wyandot tribes, are so friendly that he has felt
safe to remain with his family unguarded in his own home. They have
always called him Shaw-nee-aw-kee, the Silver-man, and trust him as
much as he trusts them. He is, besides, a great friend of Sau-ga-nash,
the half-breed Wyandot; and that friendship is a great protection. His
house is across the river, a little to the east of the Fort; it can
easily be seen from the summit of the stockade. But we have had no
direct communication for several days; the orders have been very strict
since the gates were closed. It is not safe for our soldiers to venture
outside except in force, and neither Kinzie nor any of his family have
lately visited us. Doubtless they feel that to do so might arouse the
suspicion of their Indian friends."
"But are you sure they are there, and safe? And do you believe the one
I seek will be found with them?"
"Smoke rises from the chimney, as usual, and there was a light burning
there last evening. We do not know certainly that your friend is there,
but think such is the case, as she was extremely friendly with a young
French girl in their employ named Josette La Framboise."
I sat in silence for some time, thinking, and neglectful of the
conversation being carried on around me by the others, until we were
called to supper by the soldier who officiated as steward for the
officers' mess. I remember many details of the situation, as they were
frankly discussed in my presence while we lingered at the table; yet my
own reflections were elsewhere, as I was endeavoring to determine my
duty regarding the safety of her whom I had come so far to aid. Surely,
my first object now must be to ascertain where she was, in order to be
at her service when the hour for departure came. Nor had I any time to
spare, if we were to march out on the fifteenth. I cannot describe,
at this late day, how strangely my allegiance wavered, in that hour,
between the unknown, unseen girl, and the fair, vivacious Toinette. My
heart drew me toward the one, my clear duty to the other; and I could
see no way out of the dilemma except to find Elsa Matherson without
delay, in order that the two should be close together where, as need
arose, I could stand between them and whatever of evil impended.
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