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11 You are a French spy,'1 hissed Lee, 11 and dare not drink the toast." (See page 13)
THE YOUNG AMBASSADOR OR WASHINGTON'S FIRST TRIUMPH BY JOHN DE MORGAN AUTHOR OF "Paul Revere, "The Cruise o f the Liv e l y Bee, .. Fighting H al," "On t o Quebec," e tc. P H ILADELPHIA DAVID McKAY, P UBLIS HER 610 So:.,. WASHINGTON SQUARE
Copyright, 1904 By STRE.b:T & SMITH The Young Am":.assador
THE YOUNG AMBASSADOR. CHAPTER I. THE BRAWL IN THE TAVERN. "He is a mean, contemptible fellow." "Stay; don't get excited, Lee. What do you know of him?" "I hate him!" The speaker was a young Virginian, whose years of life had not been more than seventeen, but whose men tal development was far in advance of his age. George Lee was a scion of one of the oldest and most distin guished families in the colony, and was highly re spected. His companion, a bronzed veteran though only double the age of young Lee, laughed at the im petuosity of his companion.
6 The Brawl in the Tavern. "It is all v e ry well to laugh, Col. Malcolm, but you don't know our people, Lee continued. "Perhaps not, but, my dear fellow, why should you dislike Cbarles Leroy?" "He is a spy, a French spy; that is what he is. "You have no proof. "Proof!" and Lee snapped his finger and thumb to gether as he sp o ke. "Proof! That is what all you Englishmen talk of, but if you had been born here you would have known that instinct is often better than proof, as you call it." The door of the wayside tavern opened, a man entered and cro sse d the room to the table at w hich Col. Malcolm, of his majesty's army, and George Lee were seated. "Hang me, if I didn't think you were about to fight," he exclaimed. "Why, Kenton, it is a dog's age since I saw you. From where did you spring?" asked Lee. "Before I answer, let me know if I am welcome." "Welcome as the flowers in spring." "Thank you, George, but your fri end--"
The Brawl in the Tavern. 7 "My friend, Col. William Malcolm, of his majesty's army," George said, with a certain pride, and then turning toward Malcolm, added: "My old friend, my father's friend, Thomas Kenton, than whom a better man never lived." "Landlord, here, I pray thee, bring thy very best, whether it be amber beer or dry wine, for after such a compliment, beshrew me, if Thomas Kenton can be stingy." The host of the tavern hurried away to obey the com mand as the three drew close to the table, and Lee's tongue wagged faster than ever as he questioned his friend, a man of about thirty years. "Dost know Charles Leroy?" Lee asked. "Ay, verily." "What thinkest thou of him?" "He is a goodly youth." "Now, Lee, what did I tell you?" Malcolm exclaimed. "Malcolm, you do not know Kenton as I do." "Agreed,. but does he not call Leroy a goodly youth ?" "He's a spy!" "What?" Kenton almost shouted.
8 The Brawl in the Tavern. "A spy, sent here to ruin the Ohio Company." "What proof--" "Ha, ha, ha!" laughed Malcolm, and as he renewed his loud laughter he saw the hot blood surge into Lee's usually pale cheeks. "I'll prove it, or-talk of the devil--" "Here, Sam, take my horse, you lazy scoundrel, rub him down well now-do you hear me?" "Yes, sah !" "I'll tan your hide for you if you don't take good care of him." "Yes, sah !" The three friends at the table had listened to this conversation, and Lee had muttered : 'Tis Leroy himself; he always bullies the niggers." In a moment the door again opened, and the cold air of winter swept across the room, but no one noticed it, for the three friends had fixed their gaze on the young man, who, in riding costume, entered. Charles Leroy, the man in question, was a stripling, handsome as any girl, and had it not been for his height, for he stood six feet in his stockings, and a soft, silky
The Brawl in the Tavern. 9 mustache, might have been taken for one of the fair sex. His voice was far from feminine, though when with friends he could so modulate it that it possessed a sweetness which was hard to resist. "Come and join us, Leroy,'' said Col. Malcolm, heartily. "With all the pleasure in the world, but what are you drinking?" "Good wine, so our host declares." "I say, landlord, mull some ale right quickly," shouted Leroy. "No, no--" Lee commenced, but Leroy playfully put his hand over the mouth of the young Virginian, and continued : "Landlord, bring the ale in thy biggest flagon, and make the poker red-hot, and we will mull it ourselves." Strong wine was already on the table, and Leroy was asked to drink, but he laughingly declared that he must see that the poker was made of the right heat, and he followed the host into the kitchen. For those who are not well acquainted with old cus toms, it may be well to state that on a winter's night a
IO The Brawl in the Tavern. favorite drink was strong ale, warmed by having a red hot poker put into it, the iron being said to give a healthy aroma to the liquor. "Pleasant spoken for a spy, eh?" Malcolm said, in a low voice. "Spy all the same, and I'll prove it." "You are in a quarrelsome mood, George." "!--" "Hush!" "I have put the biggest poker between the bars of the grate, and, besbrew me, but it was as hot as an oven by that fire," exclaimed Leroy, as he entered. "Fill your glass, then, and take a cooling drink," said Kenton. The glasses were filled and were being raised to the lips of the three men, when Lee suddenly put his down and struck the table with his clinched hand. "Let us not waste good wine without a toast," he shouted. "Here's to King George, God bless him!" "Good!" Leroy ejaculated. "King George !"
The Brawl in the Tavern I I As each glass was raised the drinker uttered the name of England's king. Empty glasses were put down on the table, an
12 The Brawl m the Tavern. "No; I will not." "Traitor !" "Traitor yourself, George Lee!" Leroy hurled back. "You are a Frenchman." "Ha, ha, ha!" Leroy laughed. "What if I am? Is not the colony of Virginia open to all?" "To Frenchmen, no." "But I drank to your-good-king," Leroy drawled out. "Then drink perdition to the French king." "I will not." "I'll make you !" "You? Say that again, my young whipper-snapper." "Come, come, gentlemen Malcolm interposed, "don't quarrel while good wine and foaming mulled ale awaits our dry and parched throats." "I'll drink with you, with pleasure," answered Le roy, "but I will not drink that toast." Lee was boiling over with a certain kind of pa triotism, which had been brought to a fever heat by copiou s libations during the afternoon., Judge him not
The Brawl in the Tavern. 13 harsh ly it was a fashion in those days, followed closel y by far too many of the sons of even the best families. "You are a French spy," hissed Lee, "and dare not drink the toast." Leroy raised his glass, and with a smile on his face, raised it to his lips, but suddenly jerked his hand and threw the contents in the face of the young Virginian. That was an insult which could not be overlooked, and Lee sprang upon the accused youth with all the savagery of a tiger. "If Amy-Miss--" Leroy could get no further, for Thomas Kenton now took a hand in the fray, and dragged Leroy away from Lee. He threw him across the room and landed him at the feet of a newcomer, who had only that min ute crossed the threshold. "What's all this hullabaloo?" exclaimed Christopher Gist, the latest arrival. Leroy staggered to his feet and tried to seize Lee around the neck, but Malcolm threw himself between the pair, and with drawn sword bad e them remember that they were not street brawlers, but gentlemen.
14 The Brawl in the Tavern. "I'll have satisfaction," shouted Lee. "So will I," added Leroy. "Gentlemen, gentlemen, act like gentlemen, do please; think of my house, you will ruin me," whined the land lord. Col. Malcohn struck the table with his sword, and called for silence. "Gentlemen, I must say that both have a grievance. My young friend has been taught that a Frenchman is an enemy of his king, so have I--" "So he is." "In his patriotic fervor he proposed an offensive toast--" "Which the traitor dare not drink," Lee interjected. "My friend, Charles Leroy, took the toast as an im pertinence--" "It was an insult--" Leroy muttered. ''He refused to drink it, but he did more, for he threw th e wine in the face of my other friend--" "I'll do it again." "Both are in the wrong, and I am going to give the verdict in the case."
The Brawl in the Tavern. I 5 Col. Malcolm spoke with all the calmness character i s tic of the aristocratic Englishman. He treated the subject as on e of such small importance that it was scarcely worth mentioning. "Lee insulted Leroy, and therefore, according to the laws of the court of honor, Leroy should challenge him, but, and mark you I say, but Leroy wantonly insulted Lee, and therefore Lee is the aggrieved party ; but, and a g ain I say, but, as it would be absurd for both to challenge, for then both would be challenger as well as challenged, which is--" "Shut up, Malcolm," shouted Lee, "you are talking gibberish, the old affair can well be left to other times, but that frog-eating Indian Frenchman mentioned a lady's name, and for that I challenge him." "Don't bring a lady's name into it," pleaded Malcolm. "No gentleman would do that." "You are right, Malcolm. He threw the wine in my face; that shall be the cause." "Let the matter drop, Lee. Shake hands and be friends," said Gist, with earnest sincerity. "Never!"
16 The Brawl in the Tavern "Leroy, why don't you apologize?" "What for ?" "You were in the wrong." "So was he. "True, but two wrongs do not make one right ; let us drink to our absent friends," said Malcolm. It was in vain that Malcolm, Kenton and Gist tried to laugh away the whole matter. Men were hot-headed in those days, and the r esort to a duel was of daily occurrence for the most trivial things. The two young men, scarcely more than boys, were clamoring for each other's blood and, for a time it look ed as though they would descend to the ignoble contest with their fists, instead of the gentlemanly arbitrament of the sword or dueling pistol. It was only after a few whispered words from Ken ton that Lee calmed down and agreed to allow his friends to arrange a meeting. "By my moccasins, I wish I had passed the door, instead of searching for a sweet-smelling drink," exclaimed Gist, when a certain quiet was secured.
The Brawl in the Tavern. I 7 "You will have to stay and see the finish, now," Ken ton said. "Beshrew me, but I think our hot-headed young friends ought to be ducked in the horse pond, to cool them off a bit,'' Gist added, and then in a whisper asked Kenton the origin of the brawl. Malcolm had taken Lee home, and Leroy was con ducted by the landlord to the room which he had ordered. Kenton told the scout how Lee had accused Leroy of being a French spy, and Gist slapped his leather covered thighs as he ejaculated: "By my moccasins, I believe the boy is right." "You do?" "Yes, but the wine got in Lee's head, and he forgot his caution, while the other was equally excited. I would have given a hundred golden guineas if the brawl had not occurred." "Hush!" "Must they meet?" "There's no other way out."
I 8 The Brawl in the Tavern. "Isn't there? Well, I'll see what Christopher Gist can do. Good-night, old friend." "I'll come with you." "Stay where you are, watch, but keep your lips sealed. Don't move from here until I return." "When will that be?" "That I cannot answer, but watch; don't let any one know you are doing so. I'll be back before the fire is out." Gist left the tavern, and Kenton called for a pipe and some ale, for the flagon had been overturned and had left a wet streak across the sanded floor.
CHAPTER II. THE OHIO COMPANY. When Christopher Gist left the tavern, he hurried down the road, and stopped opposite a gate in a rudely constructed picket fence. "Shall I go in or not?" he asked himself, and then, without answering in words, he opened the gate and walked quickly along the path to a house which was far more pretentious than one would have believed from the appearance of the fence. The door was of black walnut, with massive knocker and lock-plates. Without hesitation he raised the knocker, and as it fell on the iron plate its sound echoed through the house. The door was opened by a tali, stately negro, as black as midnight. "Well, sah ?" "I want to see your master." "Why, bress my soul, it s Master Gist."
20 The Ohio Company. "Yes, Pompey, that is who it is, and my business is very urgent, so go tell your master that--" "I reckon you'll have to wait, massa's very busy." "Go, tell him I am here." There was no need for Pompey to obey the injunc tion, for a door opened into the hall, and a bright light shed its rays across the floor. A fine-looking man, dressed in the height of the fashion of those days, stepp ed from the room. "Why, Gist, what good fortune brought you here? We were talking of you, and wished we knew where you were." "Well, Mr. Randolph, you know that if you talk of the devil he will surely appear; so here I am." "Come right .in, Gist." The scout looked at his leather coat and breeches and his moccasins. "Never mind clothes, my good fellow, merit makes the man, as good Mr. Franklin so often declares." The large parlor, or salon, of Mr. Randolph's house was a truly characteristic one. It combined the luxuries of civilization with some of the barbaric splendor of savage life. A harpsichord, just imported from Eng-
The Ohio Company. 21 land, looked almost out of place by the side of Indian tomahawks and other weapons; stags' heads adorned the walls, Indian blankets were thrown over couches, and on the floor were some finely woven Persian rugs. As Gist entered, he saw that several men were pres ent, some of them strangers to him, others who had followed the trail with him on more than one hunting expedition. "Governor, this is Christopher Gist; the best scout, the truest guide and the finest man that ever blazed a trail," Mr. Randolph said, as he escorted the guide into the room. Lieut-Gov. Dinwiddie bowed in answer to the salute given by Gist. The others who were present grasped the rough hand, not ashamed to acknowledge him as friend Around the table sat Lawrence Washington, and by his side Thomas Lee, the president of the council; then ca me Augustus Washington and Thomas Randolph, and three others whose names were l ess known. It was a meeting of the board of the Ohio Company
22 The Ohio Company. Gov. Dinwiddie addres s ed Gist somewhat after this fashion: "We are almost like a ship at sea without a com pass, and Randolph has suggested that you are th e compass we want." "I feel honored governor "I must tell you, in confidence, which I know will not be betra y ed, that His Most Gracious Majesty George the Second of Great Britain has put his sign manual on a parchment which gives to the Ohio Comp a ny five hundred thousand acres of good land between Kana wha and Monongahela on the north bank of the Ohio." "All t h at is known, g overnor so no confidence is violated if it is talked about." "That ma y be so, Gist, but that is not all; there are conditions attached--" "That's sure to be the case if a king gives anything," Gist muttered. "What did y ou say?" "I merely remarked that I thought there would be conditions "Just so, my good man; now it happens that we are
The Ohio Company. 23 facing those conditions. We have not selected the land -that we want you to help us in." "You want the best of course." "That is true, and we must select it before the French--" Then you ought to get up earlier in the morning." "What do you mean?" "Why, the French have sent Gen. BienviJle, with three hundred men, to explore and occupy the valley of the Ohio." "Great George you don't say so!" "I am a plain man, governor, as Mr. Randolph can tell you, but you had no sooner obtained that blessed piece of parchment than some one about here told the French froggies all about it." "Who could have done so?" "That you've got to find out but I can tell you about what was said." "Do so." "I'm a plain man, and may be blunt." "Speak as you like, Randolph vouches for you." "I was on the trail, and fighting shy of Indians, when
The Ohio Company. I came across a powwow. I squirmed along until I saw a number of palefaces and some Indians. I thought I ought to listen." "What did you hear?" "One of the palefaces said that George, his majesty, I mean, had given away a lot of land which did not be long to him and the Indians were asked if they wouldn't rather sell it to the French than have it stolen by the English." "What right has the king of France to the land?" "I don't know about that," answered Gist, "but that is how they talked and I heard them say that the French would give a good price for the scalps of Gov. Dinwiddie-" "Bless my soul!" exclaimed the governor, putting his hand up to his head. "Thomas Lee and several others and then I saw the redskins do a war dance and swear in their way that the scalps should be obtained "They would never dare-" "You do not know them." "But the Indians are our friends said Dinwiddie.
The Ohio Company. Gist jumped to his feet, his face was expressive of disgust, his whole bearing showed that he had difficulty to restrain himself, then, with impassioned earnestness and rugged eloquence he answered the governor: "Do not talk of friendship. The red man was in clined to be friendly, but what did the white man do? He sold him firewater, he made him drunk, and then took his hunting ground away from him. Did the white man show him any consideration? No. I have lived with them, I know their thoughts, and I tell you, governor, that the red man is what we have made him." "Gist, you forget yourself," Lee said, angrily. "You are excited." "Calm yourself, my dear fellow," added Lawrence Washington. "I told you I was a blunt man, and said what I thought. If I have offended, I am sorry, but--" "Out with all you think," said Randolph, kindly. "It is better that we learn the red man's opinions from you than from painful experience." "Three years ago I slept in the tepee of an Indian chief; he cared for me when I was sick, his squaw
The Ohio Company. dressed my wounds, and his papooses brought me fruits and nuts to eat. Where is that chief and his squaw and papooses now?" Gist glanced around as though he expected an an swer, but none came, so he continued: "Some white men wanted the land over which he hunted, and where he had erected his tepees. He would not give up the land, the white man built a great fire all around the tepees, and as it spread the squaw and papooses cried for mercy. Did they get any? No; they died in the smoke and fire ; the white man got the land, but he had made an enemy of the Indian, who managed to escape from the fire. He lives, and he swears that he will have more white scalps in his tepee than any other red man in all the land." "Is he alive ?" "Yes, and is an ally of the French." "His name?" "Red Wolf." There was a gasp of horror as the name was men tioned for every white man dreaded Red Wolf, and a
The Ohio Company. shudder shook the booies of those who listened to Gist's tale. "But all white men are not like those who stole his land." "No, thank Heaven!" "Then why should he hate us all?" "I will iell you." "Yes, do." "He was advised to appeal to the great white father, the governor of the colony. He went and pleaded with him, but what justice was meted out to him?" "It was very wrong, I know. I remember the story now. I have heard how the Indian was cast into the log house, and how he was threatened with death be cause he had killed one of the men who had set fire to his tepee." Thomas Lee shuddered as he recalled the incident which it was hoped had been forgotten. "Red Wolf escaped," said Gist, "and he was the one who was commissioned to get your scalps." "What are we to do?"
28 The Ohio Company. "Make all the friends you can, and act fairly with the Indians, and you may enjoy your scalps." "It is imperative that we select our land at once," sa id Dinwiddie, "and we must have some families set tl e on different parts of it. Gist, will you head a party to select the land?" "If I am allowed to choose my men, yes." "You can take as many as you wish, and the Ohio Company will provide all necessary equipment. You will want guns ?" "Yes, and plenty of ammunition. We shall not all return alive, but we will act fairly with all who will act fairly with us." "Good; now leave us, Gist, and by sunset to-morrow your commission shall be signed." As the scout withdrew, he beckoned Randolph to follow. In the hall the scout grasped Randolph's arm and whispered: "Do you love your daughter?" "Love Amy?" "Hush! Does she love any one?"
The Ohio Company. "What right--" "Hoity-toity, Mr. Randolph. I have good reason for my question. Does she favor Charles Leroy?" "Leroy ? No "George Lee?" "Hush! She may overhear Very briefly Gist told of the brawl and the contem plated duel, which would most likely result from it. Randolph was horrified, for he loved young Lee as though he were his own child, and it had been the dearest wish of his heart that his daughter, Amy, might become the wife of George Lee. "It must be stopped." "How ?" asked Gist. "I do not know, but leave it to me, and I will stop it, even if I have as magistrate, to lock them both up." "I trust you, and now, good-night "Good-night, friend Gist. I honor you more than any one I know." Gist hastened back to the tavern, and found Kenton fast asleep in his chair.
30 The Ohio Company. "Wake up old friend; what a good watch you are." "Have I been asleep? "Yes, now to your home. I will stay here, and that youn g fellow will have to answer to me if he attempts to leave."
CHAPTER III. THE AFFAIR OF HONOR. While Christopher Gist was drinking his ale and smoking his pipe in the public room of the tavern, where he had obtained permission to spend the night, the young man whom he was supposed to be watching, had escaped from his room and was planning to elude those who wanted to prevent the duel. Sometimes fate seems to work in favor of those who seek evil, rather than good, and so it happened that not far from the tavern Leroy met George Lee, who was on his way to seek him. George had sobered up considerably, and was now really desirous of avoiding a hostile meeting. He wel comed the approach of Leroy as a good omen. "Charles Leroy, I have thought that I was wrong to let my temper rule me," he began. "You apologize?" "I do. What shall we gain by fighting?"
32 The Affair of Honor. "You want to back out?" "Call it so, if you like, )Jut really, Leroy, I was the one who started the brawl, and I am sorry." "You are sorry?" "Yes." "And you apologize?" "I do." Leroy was very calm, though beneath the cold exterior a blazing fire was raging. "And if I refuse to accept?" "You will not ?" "Ha, ha, ha Coward Coward Coward !" Leroy hissed through his teeth. "I am no coward--" "No, of course not, only you are afraid to fight." "I am not afraid." "Then fight." "I-no--it is wrong. I have said I was sorry--" "You dare not fight. I'll brand you as coward everywhere." George Lee was no coward, he was rather a brave man who had courage enough to own he had been in
The Affair of Honor. 33 the wrong, but he knew that the world would think him afraid to fight, and to have such a character was something he could not stand "Brand me as coward if you like, but be man enough to say that I apologized Leroy stepped back, and folded his arms. He looked at the young Virginian with contempt. The moon cast its silvery rays across the road, and the two figures seemed like statues, so still were they. "Coward!" Lerow hissed and drawing his gauntlet from his hand, he hurled it in the other's face. The glove seemed to arouse all the fire in the Vir ginian's nature, and he picked up the glove and threw it back. "I'll fight you. The weapons?" "Swords will make less noise." "The time?" "\iVhy not now?" "The sooner the better." "I can get two small swords from yonder house, and in the field at the rear of Randolph 's house honor shall be satisfied."
34 The Affair of Honor. "Our friends?" "Bah who wants any one to interfere? We can fight without seconds." "Be it so." "You will not run away?" "Taunt me as much as you like, Charles Leroy, but as Heaven is my witness, I will make you withdraw your insults." "Ha, ha, ha! Do so, my brave buck!" Leroy jumped a fence and disappeared, leaving Lee standing in the roadway. The young Virginian stood as motionless as a statue, his thoughts were of the result of the duel, and yet he could not withdraw. He knew the world would shun him as a coward if he backed out now. But a duel without witnesses-was not that like murder? His thoughts flew to Amy. She was the one thing on earth he really loved. Whatever was soft in his nature was hardened the very moment he thought of her, for had not Leroy mentioned her name, and for that he must die. At that moment he could have run
The Affair of Honor. 35 the y oung Frenchman through with his sword, and glori e d in the deed. "Follow me." t' The vo ice s tartled him. Leroy, with two swords under his arm, stood beside him. "Give m e a sword." "Not until we are on the field." "Why?" L e e asked, innocently. "You are to follow me." The insinuation was like a spur to the side of a spirit e d hor se. Nothing could wipe out that insinua tion but L er o y' s blood. Lee s veins were all on fire. He w as g la d that h e had not a sword, or he might hav e for gotte n him s elf. At t h e r ea r of Randolph s hou s e was a field surrou nded o n t h ree sides by a hi g h hed ge of flowering s hrubs, which effe ctu a ll y shi e l ded th e combatants from obser va t ion In th e c e nt e r of thi s fiel d L eroy stop p ed, and h o lding
The Affair of Honor. both swords by their points bade the Virginian take one. "Will you give the signal to start?" asked Leroy. "No, you." "Are you ready?" "Yes. Charles Leroy it must be to the death "To the death The swords crossed, the two were well matched. Cut and parry and pierce, with no advantage on either side. Yet neither lost an opportunity. It was a skillful piece of fencing, which it were a pity none saw. The pale moon looked on, it is true, but no mortal eyes beheld the first of the combat. Again fate interposed. Amy Randolph could not sleep. She put on a dressin g gown and stood b y the window. She threw back the latticed shutters, and the moonli g ht covered her with a silv e ry sheen. She st o od l o oking out at the beauteous scene for a m inute, and th en, turning her eyes in another direction, she saw the duelists. Now she und e rstood what Gist had told her father. She
The Affair of Honor. 37 had only caught a few words, and they had seemed meaningless to her. The scene before her explained all What should she do? Instinctively she knew that t he fight was about her. If George Lee was killed she f e lt she should die. Oh, how she disliked Leroy I why, she did not know, but dislike him she did. She hurried from her room, she descended the stairs and passed out of the house. Like one in a dream she hurried to the field, where the clash of steel was pro claiming that the duel was not over. She forgot everything save that she must stop the fighting, but how? That she had not paused to consider. Passing along in the shadow of the hedge, she reached an opening just opposite the antagonists. Robed in white, she looked like an ethereal spirit gliding over the earth. So silent was her movement that neither of the due lists saw her until she had thrown herself between them, and had f e lt a sharp sting in her arm. Leroy had forced the fighting, and almost savagely made a thrust at Lee when she came between him and his opponent. He tried to draw back, but it was too
The Affair of Honor. late, his sword point had pierced her arm, and she fell to the ground, her white robe stained with her pure red blood. Both youths were on their knees by her side. Leroy would have given his life to undo what he had done, while Lee was almost insane with grief. As gently as any woman, Lee bound up her wounded arm and raising her in his arms, carried her toward the house. "Go, prepare them," he bade Leroy, and the youth obeyed without a murmur. Leroy ran to the house and almost fell over Christopher Gist, who had discovered that the youth he thought he was watching was not in his room. The honest scout feared the worst, and hastened to arouse Randolph, and then he intended warning Lee. "What in the name of fury is the matter? Have you seen a ghost?" "I have killed her--" "Killed whom?" "I loved her, and now she is dead, and I killed her." "What are you talking about, man?"
The Affair of Honor. 39 "I gave her to him, she is clasped in his arms, and I loved her, but I dare not touch her." "Are you drunk or mad? Gist asked, but before the words had quite left his mouth he heard some one pant ing behind him. He turned, and saw George Lee bear ing a white-robed figure in his arms. "Amy Randolph, as I'm alive!" "Yes, hurry and rouse the family By this time Leroy had reached the house and was hammering on the door. "Open quickly," he shouted. "Mr. Randolph, come quickly." Just as the door was opened, Amy opened her eyes and saw in whose arms she was. "Are you safe?" she asked. "Yes, Amy-Miss Randolph-but you--" "It is only a pin scratch. Father, don't look like that; you frighten me." Amy was laid on a settee, and the women folks sum moned, while Randolph bade the young men and Gist retire with him to the library.
The Affair of Honor. "Now, explain, sirs, and, mind you, I will stand no equivocation." Leroy wanted to take all the blame on himself, not because he tried to shield Lee, for, to confess the truth, he still hoped that Amy might look upon him as a hero and reward him at some future time by becoming his wife. When Leroy had finished his story, Lee told his side of the affair, and Gist added all he knew. "If she dies," said Randolph, seriously, "I shall make you two fight until one drops dead, and I will fight the survivor." "She bids you come to her room," Mrs. Randolph said as she opened the library door. "I will obey, my dear wife." "She wants all of you, especially the young men." Amy Randolph looked sweeter than ever as she lay on the bed her bandaged arm lying outside the cover. "George and Charles," she said, in a musical and soft voice, "I have called you both friends. I only now know that some enmity has caused you to quarrel. I
The Affair of Honor. 41 am not sorry that I sto pped your d e adl y work. I want you bot h to prom ise m e som e t hing. "Anything you wish M iss Randolph," said Leroy, ea gerly You must swear it. Will y ou do so?" Yes, any th i n g," e xclaim e d Leroy, but Lee hung b a c k and did n o t s peak. "You do no t s p ea k G eorg e "Amy-Mi ss Randolph-I cannot promise to swear to o bey u n til I know what it is. I might not be able to k eep my o a t h." "Spoke n lik e a man," Randolph ejaculated. "Swear to m e that no matt e r how gre at the provoca ti o n no m a t t e r what ma y be th e cause you will neither draw s wo rd a g ainst, or see k to injure the other." "You do not know what you ask," Lee said, with a sigh. "I know more than you may think. Swear to obe y me a nd then all shall be forgiven and forgotten con c e rn ing thi s ni ght." Geor ge Lee was the first to take the oath. Leroy seemed v er y loath to do so, but he also made
The Affair of Honor. the promise, and Amy gave her hand to each in turn, so that by a kiss the oath should bind them until she re lieved one or the other. "Now leave me, and try to be friends, but if that is impossible, then let not enmity cause you to forget this night. Good-night!"
CHAPTER IV. THE RESCUE OF SUREFOOT we have seen, the Ohio Company had received a grant which was highly valuable if the conditions could be fulfilled. Great Britain maintained that she had a right to give the land to whomsoever was favored, and the king stoutly averred that the land of America belonged to him. A Jaw was passed providing that whoever possessed the coast had a right to all the territory inland as far as the boundary of the ocean on the other side; so that aJI British grants of land merely fixed the northern and southern boundaries, and left the Atlantic and Pacific Oceans as the eastern and western boundaries. North and south of the British colonies France had vast possessions, and it soon became evident that the French would never be satisfied until these colonies were united by the Mississippi and the St. Lawrence
44 The Rescue of Surefoot. Rivers, and the great lakes lying to the westward of the British colonies. This contention was one of the great causes which led to the revolution a few years later. There were other people besides the French and British who imagined they had some right to the land, and these were called Indians, but neither the courts of Great Britain or France considered the red man's claim at all. From the very first landing of Europeans on the shores of the new world the egotistic claim was made that the white man must rule and own everything, and the maxim was taught even in those early days that the "only good Indian was the dead one." By means of firewater and bribes the red man was made the ally of either one side or the other; generally the side which offered the greatest inducements obtained the services of the savage. But there was one thing which the white man had never fully realized and that was the secret enmity every red man had for the white man In war paint and feathers the Indian mi ght fight valiantly for his
The Rescue of Surefoot. 45 ally, but in his heart, the white settler, whether French or British, was an enemy not to be trusted at all. A knowledge of this secret enmity is necessary for the reader to be able to understand many incidents in this story. Christopher Gist was one man who had made friends with the Indians. He had never wronged them ; he had often succored and protected them, and there were many who would have given their lives rather than he should be injured. Gist was a creature of the West, trapper, scout, ex plorer, all in one. He could survey the land, draw a rough map of it, outline the rivers and lakes, the for ests and hills with fair accuracy. When the Ohio Company gave him power to select the land included in its charter, the act was a wise one, and Dinwiddie knew that the work would be well done. He selected as his companions Thomas Kenton, George Lee and George Washington, a young surveyor, who had just reached his eighteenth year Kenton objected very strongly to Washington being a member of the party, because his uncles were active members of the
The Rescue of Surefoot. Ohio Company, and Kenton fancied young Washing ton was sent with them as a spy. This feeling was speedily changed when Gist explained how Washington had su,rveyed much of the land over which they would have to travel, and that for weeks at a time he had camped out, all alone, in the forests and wild places of Virginia, and had faced innumerable dangers from the Indians. "If we only had Surefoot with us, all would be well," said Washington, a few evenings after the party bad left the settlement and entered upon the serious work of exploration. "Yes. I have not heard of him for some time," Gist remarked. "Who is he?" Kenton inquired. "A half-breed, I imagine, but the best on a trail in all the land." The little party of explorers journeyed toward the banks of the Ohio, meeting with but few obstacles. The night had settled its dark pall over the valley, and the explorers were lighting their camp fire when a strange sound startled them.
The Rescue of Surefoot. "What is it ?" "A bird?" "No; it is a call," Washington replied. 47 "Yes; some one in distress," added Gist. "Stay here I will find out what it means." For some little distance the scout walked along in the darkness, showing very little caution, but after a time he threw himself on the ground and wriggled along in the grass as noiselessly as any Indian. Reaching a little clearing, he saw a small fire in the distance, and in its glare his practiced eyes discerned a number of half-naked Indians dancing wildly around it. The glimpse was enough. It was a snake dance, that he knew, and, alas! that dance was almost always the forerunner of some tot..: ture. Who was the victim? Gist did not waste much time in wonder; he was de termined to save the victim, no matter who it might be. Alone he was powerless, the others must join him. He lay still in the grass and waited a moment.
The Rescue of Surefoot. From his lips there came the shriek of a night owl, not the shriek of fear, but the call of an owl to its mate. The cry was heard in the little camp and answered by Washington. Then all was still. The Indians continued their dance, they had evidently heard the cry, but had not thought it a signal. Lee asked Washington what was to be done, and the answer came : "Follow Gist, crawl on your bellies, do not make a sound." Instinctively the trail was found, and in the same way over the identical ground that Gist had gone the three followed. "Hush," whispered Gist, when the three joined him. "Snake-dance torture; we must rescue the victim." "Shall we be in time?" Kenton asked. "Yes; the dance continues until the fire dies down. We must get nearer." "Lead; we will follow." "Keep your guns primed, your pistols ready." To the novice this was far from easy. It was long
The Rescue of Surcfoot. 49 before percussion caps were invented. Muskets were loaded witli powder rammed home, then bullets or large shots kept in place with stiff wadding. The flint was raised and in the pan powder sprinkled. To wriggle along without destroying the priming was a difficult task, but the four men had learned the art and were as good as any veterans. The fire grew to larger proportions as the explorers drew near. "What do you see?" "Some one tied to a tree." "The victim?" "Yes. When the fire burns low the torture commences." "Will they burn him?" Lee asked. "Most likely they will slash him with their tomahawks first." "Horrible !" Ten Indians were counted, and it was seen that they were getting tired; evidently the dance had lasted some time.
50 The Rescue of Surefoot. Gist caught Kenton's arm and uttered, m a low voice, the name "Red Wolf." "He never shows mercy." "Never!" "Let us get nearer." Again the men moved forward cautiously and yet quickly. "Don't fire until I give the word, then make sure of your man." The fire began to lose its brilliancy, the victim was standing, with head bowed, awaiting his doom. He made no outcry, possibly he had fainted from exposure. Gist placed his men so that when they fired it would appear as though the Indians were surrounded on three sides. The signal agreed upon was the croaking of a frog. All waited, the time seemed to pass slowly, so slowly, in fact, that Lee was getting impatient. "Cr-r-r-roak !" The sound died away, and instantly four muskets
The Rescue of Surefoot. w e r e discharged and three of the red men were seen to fall. Rush for it," shouted Gist. The four made a charge, and did it so cleverly that the remaining Indians thought that a whole regiment must be in pursuit. Red Wolf led the way, and the others followed with a speed like the wind. Gist was the first to reach the victim, and with a dexterous twist of his knife loosened the cords, and instantly the man fell to the ground. He had fainted. Washington and Gist turned the man over, and both exclaimed: "Surefoot !" Perhaps the utterance of the name by white men caused a gleam of consciousness to return to the half breed for he sighed and murmured : "Save me or let me die like a man!" "Surefoot, don't you know me?" "Chris. Gist?" the man muttered, recognizing the voice.
52 The Rescue of Surefoot. A flask of spirits was at his mouth, and some poured down his throat. The effect was magical. He sprang to his feet and looked about him. Slowly his senses returned, and then a glad smile passed over his face. "I thought my time had come," he said. "Not yet; there is good work to do before you go." "I saw the happy hunting ground, I heard the voice of Manitou, and I waited for my bonds to be burned so that I might be free." The dead Indians were carried to the river and thrown into the water so that they might be washed down the stream, and then the explorers sat down to rest and awaited Surefoot's account of his capture. "What brought you here, Chief George?" he asked, turning to Washington. "We heard your cry and came to your rescue," was the reply. "Yes, Chief George, but this is half a moon's journey from your home, and these with you?" Gist explained the object of the journey and asked the half -breed if he would join them.
The Rescue of Surefoot. 53 "That I will, and let me tell you, I've not been in the woods all these years without knowing a skunk when I see one." As he was looking at young Lee as he s poke, that excitable and thin-skinned Virginian asked indignantly: "Do you call me a skunk ?" "No, not Surefoot, he never makes a mistake like that. Just let me think; my head is rather muddled." Surefoot folded his arms and stood silent and im passive for a few minutes. He presented a striking figure, and still more strik ing shadow as the light of the camp fire fell upon him. He was tall and thin, his hair was long and as straight as any Indian's; his costume was half Indian, half trap per though with a difference for his arms were bare, and his neck, almost black from exposure to the ele m ents, was also without covering. Turning to the man he always called, with almost affection, Chief Geor ge, he asked : "You want to explore before the French get here?'' "Yes."
54 The Rescue of Surefoot. "If the French knew of your trip they might stop you.'' "We should be killed or taken prisoners." "If you were captured you would be given to Red Wolf." "You think so ?" "Sure of it You are in danger." "Explain yourself." "Two nights since I was in my canoe, lying in close by the bank when I saw a tall, whiteface powwowing with a redskin. I heard the name of Bienville-" "The French general," muttered Washington. "And the whiteface asked how the Frenchman could be reached." ''Yes?" "The redskin offered to lead him if he were paid, and I heard the bargain made .' "YOU did?" "Yes; Red Wolf was to have as many white scalps as he wanted, and the guide was to have some firewater a.s well as a paleface scalp .' "A traitor!"
The Rescue of Surefoot. 55 "Pe rhaps not," suggested Gist; "he may be a spy, who has got ahead of us." To the minds of both Lee and Gist the name Leroy seemed to stand out in letters of fire, and Lee almost cursed himself for making the vow he had before pretty, bewitching Amy Randolph. "What snall we do?" asked Kenton. "Go up the river to a place I will show you, and there we can plan in safety." "You have not told us how you fell into the hands of Red Wolf." "The s tory will keep ; we are in danger ; let us seek saf ety and then I can talk and you can rest." "The advice is good, we will adopt it."
CHAPTER V. LEE'S HEROISM. The little party left the camp fire and hurried to the river, where their canoes were securely tied. "Paddle noiselessly upstr e am, said Surefoot. "Keep close to the bank, for the redskins may be lurking near and watching for us." "Wouldn t it be safer in the middle of the river?" Kenton asked, but there was no time for an answer, for Gist had heard a sound which caused him to give the alarm. "Keep your arms ready and let the boats drift," whis pered Surefoot. The canoes drifted a few yards and the younger men of the party thought the precaution needless, for every thing was silent on the bank of the river. Surefoot threw a rope to Kenton, and whispered: "Let my canoe drift close to yours, I am going ashore."
Lee's Heroism. 57 He dropped into the water and noiselessly swam to the bank, only a few yards away. The canoes slowly drifted down the stream, keeping of necessity near the bushes which overhung the water. Not a sound was made each man held his musket ready for use and only used his paddle when the boats drifted towards the middle of the stream. "Did you hear anything?" asked Kenton. "Yes, some one is walking abreast of us, said Gist. "Surefoot ?" "No." "Enemy?" "Reckon so." Soon voices w e re heard and words were distinct, but in a language which none but Gist understood. He held his breath and listened. "The Yangeese must have gone up the stream." "It cannot be, OF our braves would have stopped them." "Much money, heap powder given for white man's scalp." "Yah !"
Lee's Heroism. "Me keep scalp, not sell him." "Get it first, Wah-ta!" "Me get heap scalps." The voices became indistinct and Gist knew that the Indians had gone further inland, perhaps thinking that the men they sought had gone up the stream instead of drifting down. There was a sudden pull on the side of Surefoot's canoe and that invincible scout climbed into it with as much ease as if it had been a large flat-bottom boat. "Red Wolf is there," he whispered; "I saw and heard him." "What are we to do?" "Land and fight them is the wisest thing.'' "Give the word and we will foIJow," Gist said, quite willing to obey Surefoot in this matter. "Let your eyes be eagle's eyes, or our scalps may hang from Red Wolf's belt." With the greatest caution, the little party of explorers left the canoes, and, keeping in the cover of the trees, marched in single file west of the river. Not a sign of a redskin was found, and Lee was get-
Lee's Heroism. 59 ting impatient, when he instinctiv ely turned and saw l tomahawk raised aloft and just ready to cleave his he Had Lee called out, his death would have been ct i tain, but he retained his presence of mind, and, dodging the blow, threw himself with his full force on his as sailant. Both fell to the ground, gripping each other with steel-like hands. Over and over they rolled, silent, save for their heavy breathing. Neither seemed to get an advantage, until Lee, who had learned the art of wrestling, managed to get his knee in the small of the Indian's back and with a sud den movement of his right arm forced the redski!l's head back until his neck was nearly brnken. With a strong desire to liberate himself, the Indian relaxed his grip of Lee's body and this gave the Vir ginian all the advantage. He wrenched the tomahawk from his hand and buried its keen blade in the Indian's head. There was a gurgle and all was over.
60 Lee's Heroism. Lee was exhausted, and sat beside the dead man, wondering what had become of his friends. He had been the last of the file, and the others had gone on without missing him. His position was growing desperate. Alone in the forest with not a friend near. He might have fired his musket, but that would have deprived him of a means of defense until he could load again, and what was more to be feared it might give the alarm to his enemies instead of friends. He arose to his feet and followed the trail, it was easy enough to see, and the few weeks in the wilds had made him as keen as Surefoot himself in noticing any deviation from the trail. A few yards and he was in a dilemma, for the trail was divided and he did not know which his friends had taken. While he hesitated which to follow he heard the rus tling of leaves and bushes, and in an instant found him self face to face with two Indians. There was no time for deliberation, for they were close upon him.
Lee's Heroism. 61 Raising his musket he pulled the trigger, the hammer fell, he saw the spark leave the steel as the flint struck it, but there was no report. He had lost his priming. Quickly reversing the musket, he used its butt as a club, and with a t errific swing, he made a circle with it over his head and saw one of his enemies bite the dust. Again he swung his musket, but the Indian dodged and plunged forward with his tomahawk uprais e d. Lee put out his foot and dexterously threw the savage to the ground, and brin g ing his musket down with consider able force, stunned the fallen foe. Had he bee n wise he would have killed the savage, but mercy entered his heart and he left him t o recover. It was then that he heard the night owl's cry and knew that his friends were seeking him. A few minutes and he was clasped in the arms of Chief Geor ge, who had outstepped the others and been the first to find him. "George Washington, you have saved my life!" ex claimed Lee. "Have you seen the redskins?" asked Washington.
62 Lee's Heroism. "Come and see." He led back down the trail and came across the body of one d ead savage, the other had recovered and escaped, then farther down was the body of th'! first one he had killed. "Poor fellows," murmured Washington, "they knew no better. I wish we could live at peace with them." "They are better out of the world than in it." "I do not know. I have often thought that this land is large enough for us all, red men and white men, and I don't see why we cannot all live together peaceably." "You cannot do it with Indians." "I am not so sure of that-what say you, Surefoot ? Washington asked, as the others came up. "You see it is this way, Chief George, when the white man came here he began to cheat the red man, and then he killed him, so how can there be peace?" "We are to b l 'lme." "The French are worse than the English." "I am afraid both peoples are tarred with the same brush." Gist was disappointed to think that the main body of
Lee's Heroism. Indians had not been met, and he was rather jealous when he realized that the honors of the day belonged to the young Virginian. Only one trophy had any one to show, and that was a small case or pocketbook which Kenton had found on the trail. Lee examined it closely, and handing it back, said: "It belonged to Charles Leroy. Perhaps you will soon know that I was right when I called him a spy." "I am afraid you are right." The party returned to the canoes and once more be gan to paddle northward. ""
CHAPTER VI. THE MEETING WITH JO-AN. The canoes moved along so noiselessly that only those accustomed to Indian habits would have known that anything was moving. The sun was shining with all the glory of kinship and the heart of at least one of the explorers was filled with reverence. Those who only knew George Washington as an ex ceedingly clever, though youthful, surveyer did not give him credit for the depth of feeling which he possessed. He had chosen the profession of engineering because he loved nature. He loved the woods for their freshness, their sublime solitudes, their vastness, and his heart was filled with a love of the sublime. He wrote to his mother, when an opportunity offered to send back a let ter, about his love of the wildness of nature: "I seldom move through the woods," he wrote, "with out finding new beauties, and never does a day pass
The Meeting With Jo-an." 65 without my feeling that I am brought nearer the Infinite through communing with nature." A man who wrote like that had little love of war, and above all, he objected to taking the life of an Indian ex cept in self-defense. Like all pioneers, however, he believed it to be the mission of the white man to civilize, and therefore he saw nothing wrong in taking the lands and holding them against their original owners, who were only savages Surefoot had pointed out a suitable place for a camp, and both Washington and Gist were anxious for a rest in order that they might draw their maps and write out their reports. Kenton, Lee a,1d Surefoot were at work preparing a meal, the fire of brush and leaves blazed high and il luminated the arches made by the forest trees, and soon the fragrant smell of a good meal aroused the spirits of even the most tired of the party. Washingto n had withdrawn a short distance in order to get a better view of the river bank for his map, when he was sudden ly startled by the sound of footsteps.
66 The Meeting With Jo-an. He was unarmed and knew that he could not reach his friends in time to give an alarm. He folded his arms and waited. An old Indian chief once said that George Washington had learned all that was good in the Indian, meaning that he could face danger stoically. From behind a tree he saw a musket pointed at him. "Who are you ?" he cried. "vVho are you ?" came back the reply in good English. "You can see me, show yourself," was Washington's wswer. A man, dressed as a trapper, emerged from behind (he tree and stood facing the young surveyor. "Who are you and what do you want?" Washington asked. "Who are you?" the trapper again inquired. "I am a Virginian, looking over the land owned by King George, whose subject I am." "Then I may appeal to you for help." "I will assist you if you r cause is good; come friend, and join our camp.''
The Meeting With Jo-an. 67 "You are not French?" "I am not-are you?" "I-that is, no, I may as well blurt it out; I wanted to be at peace with both English and French, but I can not." "You seem to be in trouble." "I am, I wish I knew whether I could trust you." "See, I am unarmed; you have your musket and your hunting knife, while I have only this poor piece of char coal, with which I draw my maps." "I will trust you ;" then turning toward the wood from which he had emerged, he shouted: "Jo-an!" In a minute or so a youth appeared, whether male or female it was difficult to say, for though the face and hair was distinctly feminine, the garb was that of a boy. "This is Jo-an," said the man, and he smiled with a conscious pride as he uttered the name. "John; but what is the second name, if I am not too curious." "I did not say John, I said Jo-an, which is short for Joanna; she's a girl, she is."
68 The Meeting With J o -an "I ask your most gracious pardon; I am the lady's most obedient servant Joanna looked confused, she had known but few white men and none had ever spoken to her like that. To her mind, the speaker was something far superior to ordinary mortal clay and she hardly knew what to do. "Follow me, for I smell the odor of cooking," Washington said smiling on the quaint couple as he spoke. "Is it safe, father?" asked the girl. The man shrugged his shoulders, and stepped out after the tall Virginian When the camp was reached Surefoot looked at the trapper and his daughter closely and gave a grunt of approval. Kenton was more suspicious, but Lee stepped over to Joanna and bade her sit by his side on the grass and join him in the meal "I want to tell you--" "My dear friend, eat first; you can tell your stor y afterward; you look hungry, and so does the y oun g lady." Had the encounter occurred in the town amid all the
The Meeting With Jo-an. 69 luxury of colonial life, Washington could not have been more courteous. It was a n ew world \ hich opened on the eyes of Joanna. "We a r e hungry, aren't we, Jo-an? and that's a fact." "Then eat, let us be friends, the salt shall pass be tween us." During the meal Surefoot was watching the trapper very closely, evidently trying to recall where he had seen him The trapper tried to avoid meeting the eyes which were fixed upon him, and this aroused Surefoot's sus picion. On the opposite side of the fire sat Lee and Joanna ; Lee was talking all the time ; the girl said nothing, but sat open-eyed and awe-struck. It was when the salt was again passed around and each had taken a pinch, a sure sign of friendship, that the girl asked: "Are there any more like you?" "Any more?" "Yes, in the land you come from ; but it cannot be, no others can be like yoa and him," pointing at Wash ington.
70 The Meeting With Jo-an. "There are not many like him," answered Lee, with a soft reverence in his voice, "b::t there are plenty like me." "Are there any girls there like me?" Lee did not know how to answer. Joanna was not beautiful, her features were bronzed with the iUn and weather, her clothes made her look almost coarse, and yet there was a certain rough refinement about her which was puzzling. "Why don t you speak? Are there any girls like me?" "I don't think so." The girl, with natural coquetry, looked pleased; she had taken the answer as a compliment. "I never saw but one other, and that was Karana." "Who was Karana ?" "Don't you know? Why, she is my sister." "But you have seen many--" "Indian squaws but never a white woman." "What! can it be possible? How old are you?" "Ninescore moons, so father tells me."
The Meeting With Jo-an. 7 I "Fifteen years, and K.arana, how many years has she seen?" "Jo-an!" "Yes, father." "Come over here, sit by me your tongue has begun to wag and it may not be good to talk too much." "Your daughter was only telling me about her sister." "What about her?" "Nothing, father, except that she is beautiful," an swered the girl, quickly. "Don't say anything more--do you hear?" "Yes, father." "Good! Jo-an is the very best girl that ever lived in the wood. Aren't you, Jo-an?" "Yes, father, except Karana." "No, you are wrong there ; Karana is not half so good as you, or-but there, I told our friends I would give them our story, and I'm a man of my word ." Then you are Straight Tongue?" exclaimed Sure foot. "So you recognized me at last, Surefoot ?"
72 The Meeting With Jo-an. "Only this instant. It is many moons since I saW; you, and time has not--" "Right you are, Surefoot, I'm older now and not so spry on my feet but my tongue is just as straight as when Sleepy-Eye gave me the name." "Tell us your story, it must be worth listening to." "All right, if I can get my tongue around the words; you see, I 've had only Jo-an and Karana to talk English to these ninescore moons."
CHAPTER VII. STRAIGHT TONGUE'S STORY. When the invitation was given to the trapper to tell his story not one of the party thought it would have any connection with the work they had in hand, and cer tainly Washington did not foresee that through that story events in his own life would be shaped and that fate, destiny or some higher power, had led the trapper and his strange-looking daughter across his path. Years later Jo-an was able to save the life of the greatest man the New World has ever known, and many a time Straight Tongue served the man he learned to love and almost worship and by so doing helped to create a new nation, destined to be the grandest and most glorious in the world's history. But let us, like nature, draw the veil over the future and only see the present, so to resume our story. To tell Straight Tongue's story in his own words
74 Straight Tongue's Story. would take too long, so with the permission of our readers, his early history must be "boiled down." When only a boy he had left to seek a fortune in the primeval forests. He had come from the New England colony of Connecticut, and had traveled south, explor ing that land which had been covered by the original grant of 1620, specified as "all the territory north and south from the Atlantic to the great south sea," a grant which conveyed to the fortunate ones all the land from Montreal to Philadelphia and as far west as was then known .. Straight Tongue's grandfather and his father had fought the Pequot Indians, and after peace was made his father had lived among the Pequots and learned to admire them. Straight Tongue was an expert trapper, and every half year he took to market as many pelts as he and two Indians who had joined him could carry. It was on one of these journeys that he met a white girl who, filled with romantic ideas, thought she would prefer a life far away from civilization, and so became Straight Tongue's wife. Two chilciren were born in the trap-
Straight Tongue's Story. 75 per' s log house; the eldest he named Karana, though where he got the name no one ever knew, and the y oungest, born two y ears later, he called Joanna, after his wife. When Joanna was a year old her mother died, and from that time on no white woman ever fondled or car essed the little girls; they were brought up by Indians but more especially by their father, whose only thought seemed to be of them. The tribe of Indians friendly to the trapper looked upon the little white girls as "white spirits" and treated them as something sacred. Straight Tongue could leave his babies for weeks together, had he been so minded, and know that they were perfectly safe, but as they grew older h e hate d to be away from them, and as soon as they could walk any distance he took them with him and taught them all the art of trapping. He looked upon them as fri e nd s chums, part of him self, and never realized that a cla y might come when they would want to leave him, or w h e n som e brave man would come along and try to p e r s uade them that civili zation was better than life in the forest.
Straight Tongue's Story. Karana was as good a trapp e r as her father when she had reached the age of ten, but Joanna, or Jo-an, as her father called her, had an Indian's scent and could follow a deer's trail even better than Straight Tongue. She was more masculine than her sister, though even when our friends met her there was a certain refinement which could have only have come by inheritance. "I had gathered my pelts and was prepared to take them to the East," said Straight Tongue, "when a num ber of palefaces came along and craved hospitality. "One among them had eaten salt with me, and there fore his friends were mine also, so I unloaded my pelts and did all I could to make the white men welcome." "When was that?" Gist asked, quickly. "Less than half a moon ago; excuse me, I have been so lon g among the redskins that I even reckon time as they do." "Tell the story in your own way," Surefoot said, en couragingly. "We smoked the pipe of peace, we told stories of wild life and the time passed pleasantly." "Were they English?" Lee asked.
Straight Tol)gue's Story. 77 "No, some of them were French and others were Northerners, who spoke English as well as I do; in fact, I found one who had come from New Haven, and with him I talked of my father's home. "Karana was very interested, and I thought she would never take her eyes off one of the young pale faces." "I can't tell why," Joanna i nterrupted, "for there was not one of them as handsome as this one," pointing to Lee, who blushed like a girl at the compliment. "One of them asked why I did not take my pelts North, and he told me that the French would give me more for them than the English. Somehow I never trusted the French, and I told them that I much pre ferred to deal with my regular customers. "Two days passed and still they stayed. I wondered why they waited, and I could not help thinking that all was not right. "It was at sunset that Jo-an told me that she had heard the redskin's cry, and that it was a strange one. I listened and heard it, too, and then there was an an swer, which seemed to come from my camp.
Straight Tongue's Story. "When the darkness came some of those who had eaten salt with me left without a word; I did not like it, but they were as free as I was. I kept awake all night, fearing some evil; my musket was primed and my hunt ing knife sharpened, but all was well-for that night, at least. "The next da y had nearly gone, when Karana came running to me and told me that all m y pelts had been taken and that my guests had gone, also. "I was mad. "Jo-an can tell you that I used words which she h;never heard before. Karana told me that sh e wo..i follow the trail and that I was to wait until I h e a rd her call, and then I s hould know what to do. I had faith in Karana and consented, because-" "Because you could not help it," Joanna interrupted; "You know, father, Karana always did just as she liked." "That is true, Jo-an but I liked it not. Well, I never thought I should mistrust one of my own flesh, but Karana s action put me out, and I told Jo-an to stay
Straight Tongue's Story. 79 just where she was and I would follow Karana at a distance. "The next day a redskin came and told me that if I followed any farther Red Wolf would kill Karana, after she had been tortured, and that Jo-an would be captured and killed, also. "What was I to do? I had lost my girl and my pelts as well. I knew Red Wolf would do what he threat ened, and so I went back to Jo-an and told her, and what do you think she said? Why, that we must fol low and rescue Karana, even if we had to go right away up to Canada to do it. "Jo-an was always level, and so I said, 'We'll do it, my girl !' And we started, but had not gone far when another messenger from the party came to me and told me that Karana had been carried off to the camp of the French general-Bienville, I think, they call him -and that she was all right, no harm would come to her unless I tried to get her, and then she would be given to the redskins to be killed. "I was on the trail to the French camp, when I fell in with you, and thought you could help me."
80 Straight Tongue's Story. That was Straight Tongue's story, stripped of all its redundancy of language and free from the many inter ruptions which came from the explorers. "What do you want to do?" Gist asked. "I want to see Karana." "Is that all?" "What else can I do?" "Don't you think she is a prisoner?" "Yes." "Don't y ou think she was willing to go?" "Why do you ask?" "It seems strange to me," Gist continued "that she should suggest following the thieves and that you should be told not to interfere." "You don't know Karana; she is self-willed and does just as she pleases." "And you always l et her father," Joanna ejaculated, with just a slight inference that she was not so favored. Surefoot had not spoken, he had sat cro s s-legged lis tening and smoking. He slowly took his pipe from his lips, and drawled out: "Reckon that the young paleface told her he could
Straight Tongue's Story. 81 get a good price for the pelts and she believed him, and followed so that she might get the proceeds and sur prise you, eh, Straight Tongue--what do you think of that?" "She might have done so." "By my moccasins! I reckon we'll have to rescue her if you ever want her back," Surefoot said, with more force than he had previously exhibited. "Rescue her, and Straight Ton gue will be your friend for life!" "So will Jo-an," added that young lady. Gist called Washington on one side and whispered to him. For some minutes the conversation was very ear nest, and then Gist called Surefoot to j oin them. The three talked and c.rgued, and then returned to the cam p fire. "Do you want Karana rescued ?" asked Gist. "Yes." "Will you do what we suggest?" "Yes, if I haven't to lie, for Straight Tongue will never do that." "We will not ask you."
Straight Tongue's Story. "Then do what you will and I will follow." "We will rescue your daughter." "Sure." "Or die in the attempt." "Karana's mother will bless you if you succeed." r "And so will I," added Joanna. "Take us to the French camp you know the trail?" "Not quite, but with Surefoot we can find it." "Guide us there and leave the rest to us." "When shall we start?" "As soon as we have rested, the sooner the better; we ought to be well on our way before sunrise to-morrow."
CHAPTER VIII. A BRUSH WITH REDSKINS. Gist had a far more important o bject in view than the rescue of the trapper's daughter; in fact, he really be lieved that the girl was either a willing prisoner or else that she could take care of herself. If it were true that Bienville had encamped in the Ohio Valley it was very necessary that the Ohio Company should know it; it might be that the French could b'c driven off, or perhaps some treaty made by which further encroachments on what was believed to be Brit ish territory avoided. So, while openly professing that the rescue of Ka rana was the object of the expedition, the explorers had really the interests of the company, in whose employ they were, at heart. Many miles had to be cover ed, and it was thought best to make as much progress at night as possible, in
84 A Brush With Redskins. order to avoid hostile meetings with roving bands of Indians. Gist mapped out in his mind just what to do, but he knew the difficulties in the way, and realized that there might be some stiff fighting before the object of the trip was accomplished. The party followed the east bank of the river until daybreak, and then halted for rest and consultation as to the best way to proceed. The morning meal was just finished, when Joanna gave an alarm. "Indians !" she whispered. Her quick ears had heard the approach of some red skins before any of the others. Every rifle was examined to see if properly loaded and primed, the hunting knives were loosened in their sheaths, the pistols made ready for emergency. There was no doubt the Indians were hostile, for without warning, a shower of arrows fell into the midst of the camp. "Don't fire!" said Washington, who instinctively be came the military leader.
A Brush With Redskins. More arrows fell, but no one was wounded. Straight Tongue saw a feather close to a tree trunk far ahead and wanted to fire at it, believing that the feather meant that an enemy's head was not far off. "Don t waste your powder, the enemy will come in the open and then make every shot tell." It required a great amount of cool courage to stand and be shot at by a lot of savages who sheltered behind tree s, but Washington had the confidence of his men and they were ready to do his biddin g. Kenton felt a sharp stinging in his shoulder, and an arrow dropped to the ground; it had slightly wounded the brave Virginian. Joanna was by his side in an instant and almost tore his coat from his shoulder. As soon as his bare shoulder was visible she placed her lips to the wound and sucked the blood from it, fearing that the arrow might have bee n poisoned. It was a noble act, but she thou g ht nothin g of it ; she had done the same for her father and sister, who had both been wounded at times by poisoned arrows.
86 A Brush With Redskins. The redskins fired another volley and then burst into the open with a savage war whoop. At least twenty half-naked warriors appeared flour ishing their tomahawks, their bows being slung on their backs, for they thought the white men were unarmed. Massed close together for a fierce onslaught they presented splendid targets for the marksmanship of the white men. The muskets gave good account of themselves, for the men who held them had unerring aim. "Pistols!" Washington ordered, and c.ach pistol was emptied, again with good effect. "Club your muskets and charge through them." The explorers willingly obeyed, though Kenton's arm was too sore to be much good, so he drew his knife and Joanna seized his musket. It looked too heavy for such a frail creature, but her strength was far in excess of what any one thought. The Indians were not prepared for such vigorous fighting, and though they tried to use their deadly tomahawks they suffered greatly without doing much damage to the white men.
A Brush With Redskins. F o r c in g their way through the ranks of the Indians, clubbing the foe right and left the little band succeeded in getting to the rear but only to be ordered to return, charging again and again. The fight only lasted a f e w minutes, but it is seldom even in t he history of Indian warfare that so much damage was done. Ten Indians w e re either killed or mortally wounded and three oth e rs so disabled that they could offer no furthe r r e sistance. The others fle d a s though th ey feared pursuit. As soon as it was s afe the explorers began to look after their own wounds. Lee had a nasty gash on his cheek, which spoil e d his beauty, he said, and Gist had hi s shoul
88 A Brush With Redskins. in her hands until the juice b egan to ooze out, these she placed on the fevered shoulder, and the patient experienced ease almost immediately. Lee's wound was a nasty one, and only by sewing it up could anything be effected. Again Joanna was called to assist. She seemed to know the properties of every growing thing, for she hunted about for a few minutes and found some herb, which she chewed into a pulp and then put on the wound. Washington insisted that the wounds of the Indians should be dressed, though Surefoot thought the best wa y would be to kill them The Indians seemed pleased with the attention paid them, and one of them declared that never would he raise his hand against "Chief Washington," or any of his friends. "We got off lightly that time," said Surefoot. "Yes, but we are not out of the woods yet." "You don't think that the Indians will--" "Come back? Perhaps not, but they will lay in wait for us." "Then we must be prepared One of the wounded Indians began making signs that
A Brush With Redskins. he wished to talk, and Straight Tongue, who under stood the language better than the others, was deputed to hear what the man had to say. It was evident that the man wished to show his grati tude, and when Straight Tongue returned to his friends he had quite a lot of valuable information. "A young paleface is your great enemy," he said. "In what way?" "A man-a white man-has been going back and forth between the French and English and telling the French everything that was going on." "Did the redskin tell his name?" "No, but he said that he was tall and thin. But that was not all; it seems that he was sent among the Indians to get them to fight against the English, and if they would do so they were to have rifles and powder in plenty and as much firewater as they wanted, and if that was not enough they were to have the right to take the scalps of all the killed and wounded." "Horrible !" "The man was a liar!" "Who?"
90 A Brush With Redskins. "The white man." "How do you know?" "The French would never give the Indians such promise." "They are capable of anything, said Lee, emphatic ally. Washington had listened to all that was said, but had not spoken up to that time. He raised his hand as though to stop anything more being said. "Friends, don't let us abuse an absent enemy, if enemy he is. I am sure the French would rather be at peace with us than not, and if they fight us, they will act honorably, so do not let your passions lead you away." George Washington saw no evil in any man; he trusted all, and even when he was deceived he dealt with the recreant one more in sorrow than anger. Gist, some time later, said that he was convinc ed that if a perfectly good, honorable man lived his name was George Wash ington. It was time to resume the march, and leaving the
A Brush With Redskins. wounded Indians, who were now able to care for them selves, the explorers renewed their journey. Near the close of the second day Surefoot, who had gone ahead, returned and announced that the French were encamped about three miles to the west of the river, in almost a straight line from where the ex plorers then were. It was arranged that Gist and Surefoot should re connoiter and that the others should rest so that they might be prepared for anything that might come. "Whe r e i s Jo-an? her father asked, an hour later. No one h a d missed the strange girl, and it was not known when she had been last seen. "I must search for her." "Stay just where you are," Washington commanded. "But she may be in danger." "That is quite true, but I dare not risk danger to all the party for the sake of one." It was cruel, but necessary, and Straight Tongue acknowledged the wisdom of the chief's order. The time passed on laggingly, for all were anxious to be moving.
92 A Brush With Redskins. A slight rustling of the leaves caused every one to seize his musket and stand on the defensive, but a minute later every gun was laid down, for Joanna bounded into their midst. "I've seen her," she said, breathlessly. "Who?" "Karana, of course." "Where?" "Right in the middle of the French camp. I can tell you all about it." "Quick! do so." "There are twenty tents or more, but most of the soldiers are lying on the ground. Karana was walk ing with a fine-looking white man, talking very ear nestly. I knew she was trying to get him to help her escape, but he wouldn't." "Yes, and then--" "She raised her rifle and shot the man dead." "What Are you sure ?" "You silly men, of course she had no gun, but she made believe to do it, an
A Brush With Redskins. 93 knew that she was telling him that a lot of white men would come and rescue her." "How do you know that was what she meant?" Lee asked. "Why, of course I knew. Haven't we played at that sort of thing when father has been away and we thought he might be captured by the Indians We used to try and talk without making a sound." "Pantomime." "I don't know what that means, but we got so that we could make the redskins understand all we meant, though we could not talk their language and they did not know ours." "Were there many soldiers?" "Yes, lots." "And all armed?" "Of course, or what would be the use of being soldiers?" "Well, Joanna, how are we going to get your sister?" "You will have to fight." "I am afraid that we have not men enough."
94 A Brush With Redskins. "Here comes Gist and Surefoot ; we will hear what they have to say." The two scouts confirmed what the girl had told them, except that they had not seen the pantomime. "We cannot fight them, they are too many for us." "Strategy must be our weapon." "We have no desire to fight them, they may be friends," Washington said. "Don't you believe it, they are no friends of the Ohio Company." "We shall see. Gist, you are in command, I admit, but if you will let me interview the French officer I shall be very glad." "Capt. Washington, you ought to be the leader; whatever you suggest will be best." It was the first time that Christopher Gist had given Washington his military title-a title conferred upon him by Gov. Dinwiddie, but which he seldom used. There may have been a touch of sarcasm in Gist's speech, or it might have been that he was hurt by the suggestion that Washington, young enough to be his
A Brush With Redskins. 95 son, should seem to have the clearer head and the best judgment. "I will take Lee with me and will seek the French officer and l earn his object in camping here. You, Gist, might rescu e the girl and take her to the old camp th e place where we met the redskins. If we do not reach there in a few hours after you do, you will know that we are prisoners and will be free to return and report all you know." "I don t like it." "It is the best thing to do." "Take some one else with you," Gist suggested. "No, that would hurt us; we will go unarmed and risk our liberty, that is if Lee will accompany me." "I will follow you to death, if need be." "Spoken like a Lee of Old but we will not meet death this trip." "When shall you start?" "At daybreak." "Our work will best be done at night." "Is it too late to move to-night?" "Yes, suspicions would be aroused."
A Brush With Redskins. "Then we must remain inactive for another day," said Washington, but almost immediately added: "It would be better for us to make our entrance from the east ; y ou go to the west and it will appear that you are acting under the direction of the girl's father." "If you fail, we shall fail also." "Why?" "They will be on the watch thinking that--" "Gist, you make me laugh. Lee and I will go unarmed; we shall treat the French officer courteously and look upon him as a friend ; we are not hostile and can not be held accountable for what Karana's father will do." "Do what you think best. "Remember our meeting place, till then adieu." "You are leaving us?" "Yes, Lee and I must put some miles b et ween your camp and the point from which we shall enter the C
CHAPTER IX. DIPLOMACY. The sun had arisen some two hours when George Washington and young Lee dragged themselves toward the encampment of the French, who had taken posses sion of the Ohio Valley The two young men appeared weary and almost ex hausted, as they approached the French outpost. Washington's quick eye took in at a glance all the carefully planned defense, and knew that the camp was to be a permanent one. Earthworks had been thrown up on one side and sentries marched up and down each side of the camp. "Who goes there?" "A friend!" "The word?" In answer Washington took from beneath his coat a white flag, which he waved, and in a loud voice, said: "I would s e e His Exce llency Gen. Bienville."
Diplomacy. "Gen. Bienville has ordered that no one shall pass without the proper word." "A flag of truce is always sacred." "\Ve are not at war with any one." "The more reason why I should pass." "I cannot disobey orders." "Signal your superior officer and to him I will apply." "It is of no use." "Do as I say, or you will regret it." "Who are you ?" "That I will answer when in the presence of Gen. Bienville-to no one else will I do so." A sergeant of the guard approached, and 'Washington waved the white flag once more. "What do you want?" "To see Gen. Bienville." "On what business?" "That I will tell him, but let me ask you why are you so afraid of two unarmed young men who are weary with long marching?" "How do I know you are unarmed?"
Diplomacy. 99 "Search us, or if it please you better, take us as pris oners to your general; surely you can do that." "I will find out. Sentry, fire upon them if they move until I return A few minutes of waiting during which the two Virginians made no attempt to move, but rather ap peared glad of a chance to rest, and then the sergeant returned, accompanied by a captain. "You wish to see Gen. Bienville?" "For that I have traveled many miles with my friend. "You know that this is a military camp, and that if you are spies you will have to pay the penalty." "I did not know that France was at war with any enemy." "The Indians---" "Do we look like Indian spies ?" "No; follow me." The Virginians obeyed and walked with downcast eyes to a tent in the middle of the camp; the most ex actin g of di s ciplinarians could not accuse them of looking about them; their object was to d isarm suspicion.
100 Diplomacy. Gen. Bienville looked every inch an aristocrat. He came of a distinguished family. His elder brother was the Sieur de Bienville, the explorer and first governor of Louisiana, and founder of New Orleans. The general stood as the two Virginians entered and heard what the captain had to say. "You wanted to see me?" he asked. "Yes, your excellency." "Leave us, captain. "Now, young men, what is your business?" "We have come from the Ohio Company, to whom the King of England gave a grant of land in the Ohio Valley." "Well?" "We come as bearers of a peaceful message. The Ohio Company wishes to be at peace with the French settlers." "They had better be at peace-war is to be depre cated at all times." "The grant of the King of Great Britain was for five hundred thousand acres, to be located between the Ka-
Diplomacy. TOI nawha and the Monongahela, on the northern bank of the Ohio." "If that is so, tell your people that the King of Great gave land to which he had no title." "To whom did the land belong?" "To France." "By what right?" "That of possession." "That we dispute, but as we are desirous of living in peace with all men, all we ask is what land do you claim, and how far do you consider the French possessions extend?" "You speak fair, young sir, and I will answer you. Plates of lead, bearing French inscriptions, have been placed along both banks of the river, as far west as the towns of the Miamis, and as far south as this camp." "But this camp is included in the grant to our com p a ny." "Then I repeat the king gave land to which he had no title." "But the Miamis have confirmed the title and the chief Tanacharisson, the half king of the Delawares,
102 Diplomacy. Shawnees and Mingoes, has acknowledged that the king had the right." "Go tell the half king that good Indians are dead ones and that I will see every one of his people dead before I will recede from the stand I have taken by order of my country." "Is that your final answer?" "It is." "But could not the two peoples-the English settlers and the French-live in comity?" "If they want to do so, yes. I do not want war, but if the English encroach on our land we will fight, and we can give a good account of ourselves." "We do not doubt your valor, neither can you doubt ours--" "Ha, ha, ha! England has but an armful of men here and we could sweep them into the sea in no time." "But the colonials have to be taken into considera tion." "The colonials, bah You make me laugh-a lot of boys and old men who will fight with broomsticks and run as soon as they see a soldier."
Diplomacy. 103 "Do not be too sure of that, general. I have seen them fight and know what they can do.' I would not exchange one of my regulars for a score of your colonials. Nay my good young colonial, I would wager that a hundred of your men would be half scared to death if they saw two of my men facing them." "I only hope that no opportunity for testing our courage may arise." "I do not know that I echo your wish ; I would rather have a brush with some of them just to teach them their place." "I hope if such a time comes I may be in the fight.'' "Can you run?" "Gen. Bienville, you have' no right to insult even a colonial. That the taunt is an insult is proved that we have come here without weapons, and trusted to your honor; that may be considered foolhardy, but it is not the act of cowards." "I accept the rebuff. I acknowledge that if there were more like you, fighting might not be all on one side."
104 Diplomacy. "When occasion offers, general, you will find that every American colonial can fight, because he will only do so to defend his home, or to secure his rights. I have the honor to thank you, and will take back your answer." "Tell your governor, or your king, if you like, that it will be very wise not to encroach on any territory ac quired by the King of France." "I will convey the message, and m return will say that it will be equally hazardous for you to extend your territory on the banks of the river." "I am sorry, Mr. Washington, that you are not a Frenchman, for you are a good man." "I am a Virginian, general, and that is glory enough for me." When Washington and Lee left the presence of Bienville, that officer wiped the perspiration from his brow and confided to his chief of staff his admiration for the young Virginian "If that young man were only in France, bon Dieu, what a future he would have!"
CHAPTER X. THE RESCUE OF KARANA, While the two young Virginians were paying a dip lomatic visit to the French general the other members of their party were discussing how to rescue Karana without loss of life or limb. Kenton was half inclined to make a dash into the camp and fight, if opposition was offered, but Gist knew that such a course would be madness, and Sure foot did not hesitate to say that not one would return alive if such action was taken. "Strat-e-gy," drawled Straight Tongue, "is the best." "The difficulty will be to prevent the girl giving the alarm, when she sees us." "I will prevent that," Joanna said. "How?" "I will go and warn her." "But you will be captured."
106 The Rescue of Karana. "Then you will have two to rescue," she laughing l y answered, but immediately added: "I shall be all right, I can take care of myself." "You h ad better trust Jo-an; she's a girl that does just what she says It was finally agreed that Joanna should make the attempt to reach her sister, and a code of signals was agreed upon. The work of rescue was to begin at dusk, and at a time when the sentries wou ld be changed. The whole party moved towards the French camp, getting as near as was safe, the trees of the forest pro viding them with cover. Joanna seemed to know the weakest points m the camp and she had formed a very good idea how to reach her siste r without being seen. The little party waited for the exchange of sentries and knew that no officer would be lik ely to go round for an hour or so Straight Tongue might be recognized by some of the Indian allies of the French, so he was kept as a reserve, and was cautioned not to expose himself un-
The Rescue of Karana. 107 less the proper signal was given. Gist's shoulder pained him, but he was r ea dy for a man's work, and he volunteered to take the lead. He fixed the positions for each of the others and instructed them in the sig nals to be used. Gist, accompanied by Surefoot, threw themselves down in the long grass and began to crawl towards the point which they had selected, on Joanna 's advice, as being the safest They crawled along so silently that no one withi n a few feet could have heard even a rustling. "Hush!" Gist had heard some one talking; as he understood French he thought it advisable to find out whether the conversation would be of interest. "The Miami chief s scalp will be taken to-night," said one. "Why, what has he done?" "He favors the English, and mus t die." "But that is not war." "No, Jean-who said it was? The French will not do it; we merely hint that if the chief was dead it would
108 The Rescue of Karana. be worth some firewater, and perhaps some guns and ammunition." "And to whom was this hint given?" "To Red Wolf." "The murderous thief! What would my good mother think if she knew her son was an ally of such murderers?" "Hush! you may be heard." The voices ceased and Gist breathed more freely. He dare not tell Surefoot what he had overheard, for talking was dangerous. Slowly the crawling forward was resumed, and the two were within a few feet of a sentry who stood leaning on his musket. Before the man could cry out he was thrown to the ground and Gist was holding him down with a hunting knife close to his throat. "Make a sound and you shall die." "What do you want?" the man asked, in a whisper. "Don't speak a word, but do just as I tell you. Take off your coat, I will allow you the use of your arms." The French soldier did so, and Gist put it on over his
The Rescue of Karana. own, but the leather breeches of the scout were sadly out of place under a soldier's blouse so he ordered the man to take off his trousers. Again the command was obeyed not willingly, but simpl y because the man felt that disobedience meant death. Gist slipped them on, but they were very tight and he half feared they might not serve his purpose. "Now, whisper the password," he commanded. "I dare not." The sharp blade of the knife was dangerously close to the bronzed neck of the soldier. "Quick, or--" "Kanawha!" Gist gave a low call and Surefoot was close to him instantl y. "Sit on this man until I return; don't let him move or speak; if you are in danger, make him give the word or sti ck your knife into him." Surefoot did not like work; he would rather have met the man face to face and fought him as man to man, but strategy was the order of the day and he must obey his superior.
1 1 o The Rescue of Karana. Gist walked, musket over his shoulder, boldly through the camp ; some of the soldiers looked at him and thou g ht his figure a strange one, but he was not chal lenged until he was passing the general's tent. "What are you doing here?" asked a soldier on duty. Gist staggered a little and made believe that he had been imbibing freely. "You will get locked up m the blockhouse, you wretch," the soldier said, and then suddenly remem bered that there had been an order that no one should pass the general's tent without a certain word, for so many of the soldiers had fraternized with the Indians that extra caution had to be used. "You can't pass here." Gist had no desire to speak for fear his accent might betray him, so he hiccoughed and tried to straighten himself a bit. "Go back or I will call the guard." "Kanawha!" muttered Gist. "That's all right, but that isn't the word you must have to pass here."
The Rescue of Karana. I I 1 Saint Pierre! Gist ejaculated, not knowing what to say, but by a happy chance the ejaculation happened to be the very word required, and the soldier, giving Gist a push, exclaimed : "Why didn t you say so at first instead of wasting my time?" Gist laughed and resumed his march. He had not gone far before he heard the twitter of an insect, and he paused It was repeated three times and Gist imi tated it exactly. He looked around in the semi-darkness, wondering where the sound came from, for he knew it was Joanna's call. The sound was repeated and at the "::tme time he felt something touch his leg. He looked down and there was Joanna lying in the grass at his very feet. "Isn't it lucky?" she asked. "What?" "Karana is guarded by the smallest soldier you ever saw." "Well?" "She must put on his clothes and make a run for it."
112 The Rescue of Karana. "And you?" "I shall go out the same w-;. y I entered." "Can you?" "Yes. I am all ri g ht." Joanna crawled along in the direction of a dog tent, in which Karana was confined. Close to it stood a little fellow not more than five feet in height. Gist sprang upon him and placed his hand over his mouth. "Not a word or you die. Quick, take off your things!" Joanna had crawled past the two men and entered the tent r eady to help her sister change costumes. Gist threw the man's clothes inside the tent and Karana pulled them on over her own, while Gist was engaged in secu rely binding and gagging the young soldie r. The march out of th e camp was beset with difficulties, for the soldier had no ri ght to leave his post and was in dan ger of bein g arrested at any moment. Gist believed in boldness, and he marched with Karana through the camp, jostling some of the soldiers who stood in the way, and laughing as he passed others.
The Rescue of Karana. I 13 His accent prevented him stopping to talk with any, and he confined himself to merely giving the password when challenged. By dint of good luck and boldness he reached the place where he had left Surefoot guarding the sentry. With lightning speed the scout took off the trousers and coat which he had borrowed and threw them to the Frenchman. "Take them and keep your mouth shut," he said, and the man was glad to do so, for he was shivering with cold. Karana had divested herself of her borrowed plum age and shook herself with a certain pleasure as she stood upright in her own clothes, masculine though the y we re in shape. It was necessary to bind and gag the sentry to prevent him giving the alarm, and the man submitted patiently, pleased to do anything so that his life was spared. In less than ten minutes Karana was welcomed by her father, and the party was ready to move. It was thought best to divide for fear the alarm might be given and pursuit made, but while separate, each was
I I 4 The Rescue of Karana. cautioned not to get too far away, but to remain within calling distance. Karana told how she had been deceived by a young white man, who had passed himself off as the agent of some French furriers who would pay a large price for the sale of pelts. Thinking that she was doing her father a great service she accepted the escort of the white man only to find that she was a prisoner and was to be held as a hostage in case her father, who knew that land better than any other man, should attempt to assist the English. When later, Lee heard the description of the man, he could not help thinking that it was Charles Leroy, who had given the French warning of the Ohio Company's expedition. "I will meet him yet, and if I may not kill him, I will shake the truth out of his body,'' Lee vowed to himself, and once more felt sorry that he had given his pledge to sweet, innocent, loving Amy Randolph. The rescue of Karana had proved far easier than an ticipated, but it was evident that the French felt secure in their well-guarded camp, and never dreamed of two
The Rescue of Karana. I I 5 men b eing able t o pass the sentries and snatch from the ver y hands of a soldi e r the valued prisoner. All danger was n o t over, for it was known that some roving bands of Indians, friendly to the French, were ho v ering about the camp, and they might prove danger ous foes. Surefoot pointed out the direction to be taken and arranged a code of signals, but before morning dawned he had found that a mistake had been made, and he was solely responsible for it. A cry of a screech owl aroused him, for that was the signal of danger, and he responded quickly, only to have a succession of signals given which meant that the trail was wrong and that danger menaced. "Stand still," signaled Surefoot, and then he pre pared to follow the sound just as a hound will follow a scent. A trapper or scout can locate sound exactly, and Surefoot was one of the best scouts in all that sec tion of the country. He reached Straight Tongue and Karana, who trav el e d together, and was told that Indians had trailed that way quite recently.
J16 The Rescue of Karana. "Going from the camp," Karana said. "What is best to be done ?" "Call the others-in numbers there may be safety." Again the signal was given and answered by Jo-anna. Instructions were signaled to the girl and Ken ton and Gist, and very soon the party was again united. "We had better find the right trail," Gist declared, with an emphasis which showed that he was not too well pleased. "Shall we retrace our steps?" "No, our course" is to the east; we are going due north; we can make a trail through the wood." Gist gave directions, and then with Surefoot he be gan obliterating the footprints which they had made, so that any followers might be thrown off the scent An hour's walk brought them to a clearing which was new to them, but thou g h under ordinary circum stances they might have felt interested in learning some thing about that clearing, as to who had made it, or how long the forest trees had been cut down, they now stood aghast at the sight which met their gaze Entering the clearing from the west was a band of
The Rescue of Karana. I I 7 Indians, with Red Wolf at their head, but that was not all for a body was being carri e d by som e of the braves, and it was easily seen that it was that of an Indian. The body was thrown down in the cen ter of the clearing and the Indians gathered around. Red Wolf raised his tomahawk and made a speech, which was received with many grunts of approval. He walked up to the dead body, and, taking the hair in his left hand dexterousl y made a circle around the head with his tomahawk and instantly he held aloft the scalp of the unfortunate. There was a loud cry of joy and the Indians began to dance around the mutilat e d body uttering many a war whoop and striking each other with the flat of their we a pons as they passed and repassed each other. It was a w e ird sight and might have been interesting b u t for the thought that those who were watching mi g ht, b e fore long, occupy the place of the poor dead India n. To move was dan g erous, for they did not know which way Red Wolf' s band was bound and they
J I 8 The Rescue of Karana. i;iight go in the ver y direction which would lead to their capture. Gist had been straining his eyes, trying to fin,d out to what tribe the dead man belonged, and he almost betrayed himself when he made the discovery. He recalled the conversation he had heard when close to the French camp, and by the costume and feathers o f die dead Indian he knew that it was the chief of the Miamis, who had been murdered at the instigation of the French general. "That ought to make eve ry Indian our friend," Kenton said, and Gist agreed. The murderers left the body lying on the grass and left the clearing the same way as they entered. The moment of their departure was availed of by our friends to make their exit, and the trail having been found it was not long before they rejoined Washington and Lee, who began to fear that they might not see them all again. The explorers passed down the river through the several Indian confederacies to the Great Miami and thence to within fifteen miles of the falls at Louisville.
The Rescue of Karana. I I 9 The return to Virginia was through Kentucky, and carefully drawn maps showed the course taken and proved invaluable to the Ohio Company. As a result of this first survey of the valley of the Ohio the colonists were able to open a road from Will s Creek through the mountains into the Ohio Val ley, and a colony of eleven families was planted on the Youghiogheny, just west of Laurel Hill. Gov. Dinwiddie and his fellow-members of the company were so loud in their protestations of anger against Gen. Bienville that the great services rendered by Washington and his friends were almost forgotten.
CHAPTER XI. THE YOUNG AMBASSADOR From the very first the red men favored the cause of the English, but their allegiance was wavering and uncertain. After the murder of the chief of the Miamis their ho st ility to th e French became more certain and decided. When the news was borne to the council fires on the Ohio that Du Quesne, the governor of Canada, had dispatched a company of twelve hundred men to descend the Alleghany and colonize the country, the jealou sy of the natives was kindled into fervid espousal of the English cause. The Mingoes, Shawnees and Delawares joined with the Miamis and sent Tanaschar isson the half king, to Erie to remonstrate with the French commander against a further invasion of the Indian country. The Frenchman listened to all that could be said, and then, almost insolently, answered: "The land is mine and I will have it, even if I have to kill every red man on earth."
The Young Ambassador. 1l1 Tanacharisson returned to his people, who were in council at Logstown, and told them how he had been treated. "Every good Indian," he said, "should now lift his hatchet against the enemies of his people." On the very day that the half king made this speech to the assembled tribes, a delegate from the English side reached Logstown. That delegate was a most wonderful man, whose life is one of the most instructive ever written. At the time he was a delegate to the Indians he held the posi tion of deputy postmaster general of the colonies ; his name was Benjamin Franklin. Franklin had no difficulty in proving to the chiefs that their best interests would be served by a union with the English, and he suggested a treaty between the Indian nations and the English colonies. For several days the discussion was continued and then the conference adjourned to meet again at Carlisle. Pennsylvania, in order that the terms of the treaty might be agreed upon. Had that treaty been faithfully adhered to by the
122 The Young Ambassador. colonists the Indians might have been kept as the friends of the English cause; but, alas many of its stipulations were never observed, and the English, like the French, showed bad faith in theiF dealing with the red man at times. Virginia was now aroused. "War to the death !" was heard on every hand. "Drive the French out of America!" said the fervid orators, some of whom would have hidden themselves had a Frenchman been seen in the town. Everywhere meetings were held, urging Gov. Din widdie to declare war against the French, but the governor was cautious, and determined to try the effect of a final remonstrance with the French. A paper was drawn up, setting forth the nature and extent of the English claim to the valley of the Ohio, and solemnly warning the French against any further intrusion. It was necessary that this document should be placed in the hands of Gen. St. Pierre, who was the French commander of all the forces in the West, and was sta tioned at Presque Isle, in Lake Erie.
The Young Ambassador. I 23 It was a dangerous undertaking. The road was often through the untrodden wilde r ness, bands of hostile Indians would be encountered ; wild beasts were likely to add to the dangers, and among the discomforts to be encountered were frozen rivers, with treacherous ice floes ; vast forests through which white man had never tramped ; the difficulty of obtaining food, and many more which had to te thought of by the daring messenger. Who would be the messenger? Who was there daring enough to face the dangers, and honest enough not to tum back without accom plishing the object of the journey? But one name suggested itself to Gov. Dinwiddie and his counselors. "George Washington is the only one I feel I could trust," the governor said. "He has had enough of adventure, let him rest,'' Randolph urged. "Who else is there?" Randolph could not suggest any other man, and so the governor sent a messenger to the banks of the Po-
124 The Young Ambassador. tomac to summon Washington once more to perform a dangerous work. The governor awaited the young surveyor's answer with a certain trepidation. Washington needed rest, his journey through the valley had been one of great hardship, and he had not had time to recuperate since its completion. Dinwiddie sat m his room at Williamsburg, on the York River, rubbing his hands together nervously, fearful that he might receive a declination. He looked from the window, wondering how soon the messenger could arrive back. He had given him plenty of time, as he thought, and every hour of delay added to his nervousness. Away down the road could be seen a cloud of dust, and soon the distant tramp of horses. Dinwiddie grew more nervous. How he wished there was not so much dust, for he could not see who the horsemen were. He could rest no longer, but with all the impulsive ness of a schoolboy he ran from his office and down the road.
The Young Ambassador. I 2 5 "Thank Heaven!" he ejaculated, fervently, when he recognized his messenger, accompanied by George Washington. "I knew I could count on you," he said, when he stood, in his office, grasping the hand of the future founder of a nation. "I came as soon as I could get away." "You know the dangers? "Yes." "Your chance of life is--" "One in fifty, perhaps one in a hundred." "Your road may be through the untrodden forest." "I have a compass for the day, and at night I shall guide my feet by the north star." "I am sure you will succeed, and if you do, you can rest on your laurels for the remainder of your life." "I hope I shall never want to rest when duty calls for labor." How little either of these men knew of the Had Dinwiddie seen the great future of his young friend, how he would have hesitated in sending him on such a mission of danger; could he have seen it, he
I 26 The Young Ambassador. would never have said that the glory of a successful mission would be sufficient for his life. "How many will you take with you?" the governor asked. "The fewer the better." "You may have to fight." "If I go prepared for war I must take a regiment with me, but that is not my intention." "Take as many as you need, and you can draw on me for all supplies ." "Those we shall have to carry with us mainly." "I leave all to you, do as you think best, only re member that this is the most important mission ever undertaken in the colonies, and much depends on you." Washington left the presence of the governor almost depressed, for Dinwiddie never inspired enthusiasm in those who had dealings with him. In the house o f Mr. Randolph the young ambassa dor matured his plans for the journey. He called Christopher Gist to his assistance, and it was decided that there should be four members of the party as at taches of the ambassador, and a guide and interpreter.
The Young Ambassador. 127 Of course, Gist was the guide, and a man was selected as interpreter who could converse in French as fluently as a Frenchman, and was equally at home in the coun cils of the Shawnees, Mingoes and other tribes of Indians. This man was a protege of Franklin, and was in many ways a wonder. It did not take Washington long to decide on asking his late companions to join him, and on the last day of October, 1753, he set out from Williamsburg, accom panied by George Lee Thomas Kenton, Straight Tongue and Surefoot, with Christopher Gist as guide and Harry Marion as interpreter. The party arrived without adventure or accident at the mouth of Will's Creek, the last important tributary of the Potomac, on the north. From this place Washington proceeded to the headwaters of the Youghio gheny, and thence down that stream to the site of the present city of Pittsburg. "We ought to build a fortress here," Washington said to his friends, as he saw the importance of the site. Lying at the confluence of the two great tributaries
128 The Young Ambassador. of the Ohio, and commanding them both, its position was one of the greatest value for defensive purposes. The chief of the Delawares met the young ambassa dor at this point, and told him that the various tribes were awaiting him at Logstown, ready to renew their allegiance to the cause of the colonists. Under the guidance of the Indian chief, Washington crossed the Alleghany, and proceeded twenty miles down the river to Logstown. Here he found the Delawares, Shawnees, Mingoes and Miamis in council, and was informed that an offer had been received from the French, who desired the alliance of the Indians. "The answer we gave was our last word," said an old warrior, proudly. "Yes, we told the French that we could never ally ourselves with a people that would employ Red Wolf to murder our chiefs," added another. Every proposal made by the French was rejected, and all the tribes pledged their friendship and fidelity to the English. Washington tarried some days with the Indians, and
The Young Ambassador. I 29 learned that it had been resolved to send two Indians with him as far as Venango. This resolution was very nearly the cause of the tribes fighting among themselves, for every man thought he ought to have the honor of accompanying the ambassador. Washington suggested a trial of skill, the two best marksmen to be selected to join him. This was hailed with joy by all, for each man was proud of his skill with either the bow and arrow or tomahawk. "What shall be the target?" Surefoot asked, and Straight Tongue, who knew how proud the Indians were of their skill, suggested that an arrow should be fired into a tree, and that whoever split the arrow should be adjudged the best marksman. Surefoot took up a bow belonging to the chief of the Mingoes, and tested the tautness of the string. He fitted an arrow in its place, and stood ready to fire. His arms were a beautiful sight, so symmetrical and shapely that even the Indians admired them. Gradually the bow bent until the arrow point nearly touched the cord; a moment of silence, during which
130 The Young Ambassador. the half-breed stood as motionless as a statue, and then th e arrow whizzed with musical rhythm through the air. Every eye followed it, and saw it pierce, at right angles, a giant tree. It stood out so straight that no one could have driven it more exactly had he tried with line and plummet. "There is your target," he said, as he pointed to the arrow. "A good shot, that." "The brave who can shatter that arrow will be a b ette r," he replied. The chief of the Shawnees was the first to try his skill. The air and attitude of this fine specimen of the aboriginal red men was extremely fine, as he raised his tall form and leveled his bow, showing perfect self command, as well as a thorough knowledge of his weapon. He did not pause, it seemed as though he did not take aim but almost as quickly as he raised his bow the arrow was fly ing through the air. He turned away, not even glancing in the direction
The Young Ambassador. 13 I of the target. Perhaps it was contemptuous indiffer ence, or a confidence in his skill. Surefoot and the chief of the Mingoes had been near the target to watch the result, and they reported that the arrow had split the first one from its feather to its head. As a shot it was perfect. "Do not move it," cried a representative of the Dela wares, as he picked up the bow. Straightening himself he let the arrow fly so quickly that it was not even known that he was ready to take aim. Along it sped, going between the cleft splinters of the target arrow, and driving the head still further into the pine tree. "That was good," Kenton said, admiringly. "That was nothing," r eplied the Delaware; "no man is any good unless he can shoot a mosquito at that dis tance." In order to prove their good will, Surefoot and Straight Tongue offered to show what they could do with their rifles.
13 2. The Young Ambassador. At a hundred yards a horseshoe nail was driven half an inch into a tree. Two shots each were allowed, and the object was to drive the nail up to its head in the tree in those four shots. Several declared it an impossibility, but the two marksmen laughed at the doubt. Straight Tongue, the trapper, fired the first shot, and his bullet struck the nail fairly on its head; Surefoot followed, and he, too was successful. The Indians shouted, they danced and showed their delight, while the trapp e r again stood waiting for the signal to fire. "Missed!" "I don t think so." "Sure as eggs are eggs." "If it missed its mark we can easily see where it struck the tree. Let Surefoot fire his final shot." Surefoot took aim, and the leaden messenger speeded on its way toward the target. Then all flocked around the tree. No nail could be seen, but after some probing of a hole, the head of the nail was found fully half an inch
The Young Ambassador. 133 embedded in the bark. No sig n of any bullet striking any other part was found, and all agreed that all four bullets had hit the head of the nail and had driven it home. No b1ibe that could be offered to the Indians could be so provocative of good will as that excellent shoot ing. The Indian loves success, and he is ever ready to acknowledge skill even in an enemy. There was no need of any further display of skill, for all jealousy had disappeared, and when it was pro posed that a Delaware and a Shawnee should accom pany Washington, all received the suggestion with acclaim.
CHAPTER XII. FOILED! December had just opened when the little party moved northward to Venango, where the French had erected a fort. Washington carried a white flag, for his mission was one of peace, and he was well received by the French officers, who entertained the party right hospitably. They made no secret of their purpose, but plainly told Washington that as France held Louisiana and Canada, it was only natural that the King of France should desire his two provinces united by way of the Ohio Valley. From Venango, Washington set out through the forest to Fort le Boeuf, on French Creek, fifty miles above its junction with the Alleghany. This was the last stage of the journey, and the little party congratulated itself on the ease with which the entire trip had been accomplished.
Foiled! 135 "I did not anticipate any trouble," Washington said, calmly. "And yet you led us to believe--" "I said that we had one chance in a hundred of reaching Williamsburg in safety." "You think that the danger will be on the return?'' "Yes. To maltreat us on our way to the French com mander would be an act of war, but on our return who cares what becomes of us?" "You think that treachery--" "Nay, do not misrepresent me We shall be re ceived as friendly messengers, we shall bear back with us most likely polite assurances of good will, that will be proved by dispatches to the King of France and the King of Eng land will be apprised of it." "And after that?" "If we should be killed, the French could not be held responsible; they were friendly, you know. I feel that the homeward journey will be fraught with dire peril." "How far have we to go now?" Lee asked. "Presque Isle is only fourteen miles from Le Boeuf." When the party reached Le Boeuf the next day, it
Foiled! was found that St. Pierre, the French commander, had come down to that place to superintend the fortifications there. Washington lost no time in asking for an audience, which was granted. The young ambassador was received with great cour tesy, but the French general refused to enter into any discussion on the rights of the two nations. "I only obey orders," he said, "and I am acting under instrucHons given by the governor of New France." "Might I ask what those orders are?" "Certainly. I have been commanded to eject every Englishman from the valley of the Ohio, and I shall carry QUt my instructions." A letter was written to Gov. Dinwiddie, setting forth the claim of France to the valley of the Ohio by right of discovery, exploration and occupation, and a firm but courteous statement was made that by force of arms France would make good her claim. Washington was dismissed kindly, the French gen eral complimenting him on his courteous demeanor and
Foiled! 137 diplomatic language, and expressed a wish to know more of the young Virginian. While Washington was in conference with St. Pierre, his comrades were fraternizing with the Fre nch sol diers, and examining carefully all the preparations for war which were going on. Lee reported seeing a fleet of fifty birch-bark canoes and a hundred and seventy boats of pine r e ady to de scend the river, and most likely secure a strong position at the very point Washington had noted as desirable. Standing alone on the banks of the river, Lee was suddenly aware that he was being watched. There was a strange feeling that an enemy was near. Cold shivers passed down his back, and he recalled the old superstition that "some one was walking over his grave.'' He turned suddenly, and caught sight of some one walking away from him. He hurried after him, and exclaimed: "Leroy!" "Lee!" "What brings you here?" Leroy asked.
138 Foiled! "Nay, what brings you? That is more to the point." "Ha, ha, ha The earth is free to George Lee, but not to Charles Leroy, eh?" "I am here as an attache of the ambassador to the French general," Lee answered, incautiously. The other laughed, and wanted to know if Karana was with him. In an instant Lee had forgotten his promise to Amy Randolph, and had sprang upon Leroy. The two were well matched, and they wrestled and struggled, each trying to overpower the other. "Traitor!" hissed Lee, while Leroy taunted him with being a spy, a taunt which had some foundation, for Lee had been making notes of the French preparations for war. They were near the river, and still grappling each other with steel-like grip. Neither appeared to have an advantage over the other, and the struggle could only end by one becoming exhausted, or by an accident. Leroy's foot slipped. It was just what Lee had been hoping for. Instantly he grasped the body of his an-
Foiled! 139 tagonist with a firmer grip, and raising him from the ground, flung him into the river, but the momentum was so great that Lee followed into the icy water. Again the struggle was resumed, and each tried to hold the other beneath the surface, so that death might come quickly to the unfortunate one. The struggle in the water had attracted the attention of some soldiers, who called an officer. Instantly the order was given to fire upon both the men unless they came to land. Death in that form was not desired, and each struggled to the bank. "We shall meet again,'' said Lee, his teeth chattering with the cold. "I hope so, and when we do, you will get a colder resting place," Leroy sneered. The two men were marched to the blockhouse, and in their wet clothes were thrown into two small rooms, whose floors were ice-covered and damp. It was fortunate that a partition divided them, for had they been able to reach each other the duel would
Foiled! have been continued, but as it was, only a wordy war could be engaged in. The tongue has well been called "an unruly mem ber," and any one listening to the charges and retorts, the bitter taunts and biting sarcasm indulged in by those youths, would have readily agreed that tongues often uttered what a moment's thought would have condemned. Leroy was very much perturbed because he had been recognized, his usefulness would be gone as a spy, for that the fact that he was with the French would be noised around in Williamsburg, and it would be impos sible for him to return there. "But why should any one know that I am here?" he asked himself, and he almost laughed at the thoughts which passed through his brain. He had formulated a plan which, if successful, would rid him of all danger. He would denounce Lee as a spy. He sent for the officer on guard. "What do you want?"
Foiled! "Five minutes' private conversation with you, or your superior officer." "Impossible!" "Do you know who I am?'.' "No; nor do I care." "If my credentials are not soaked into pulp I can prove that even Gen. St. Pierre would grant me an in terview if I asked it." "I have no doubt. I suppose you are one of those colonials, who think the whole earth belongs to them." "I am a Frenchman." "I have no doubt. But at present you are my pris oner, and if you don't freeze to death, you will be tried to-morrow and most likely shot." "I demand to see Col. Moran." "Demand?" "Yes, demand!" Charles Leroy took from his pocket a small charm, which he showed the officer. "Do you now refuse to take my message?" I ask your pardon. I did not know you." The officer closed the door, and hurried across the
Foiled! square to the tent occupied by Col. Moran. To him he told what Leroy had said. "Bring him here, but under strong guard, at once." Leroy gave a cry of exultation as he was released from the room and escorted to the presence of the officer in command. "My triumph is near," he said, with pride. "Leave us alone; let us not be disturbed,'' the colonel ordered "Tell your story," he continued, when the soldiers had retired. Leroy told of his work at Williamsburg, in Virginia, and of the good he had accomplished for the French cause, and then recounted his meeting with George Lee. "He was examining the fortifications, and making notes of the fleet of boats, he said." "A spy?" "He shall die. Your evidence will be sufficient." "But I must not appear in it, or I dare not return to Virginia." At that moment Gen. St. Pierre enter e d the colonel' s
Foiled! tent, and seeing Leroy, asked what was the cause of the wet clothes the secret agent wore. Col. Moran explained, and denounced Lee. "Send this man back to the guardhouse, and let the Virginian be brought here." The order was quickly obeyed, and George Lee stood before the French general. "Well, sir, so you are a Virginian?" "Yes, general." "Do you know Mr. Washington?'' "I came with him." "Any others ?" "Yes, general. Christopher Gist-" "I know him." "Straight Tongue--" "Never mind the others. You were examining the fleet of boats?,., "I was." "And you intend reporting to Gov. Dinwiddie what" you have seen?" "No, general. I shall report to Lieut.-Cot. Washing-
Foiled! ton, and he will please himself what he tells the gov ernor." "So, Mr. Washington is a lieutenant-colonel, eh? May I ask of what regiment of His Britannic Majesty's troops?" "He is an officer, general, of a Virginian regiment." "Colonials ?" "Yes." "I admire your candor, but do you know that spies are usually shot?" "Yes, general, but no member of an ambassador's staff can be called a spy." "You may be right, but we are not called upon to deal with such niceties of diplomatic life. Out here my word is law, and if you are shot, I do not think any trouble will ensue." "You are quite right, general." "You do not fear death ?" "Why should I? I have come all the way from Williamsburg on the York River, passing through a hostile country, facing death from wild beasts and human savages, then why should I fear death now?"
Foiled! "Bravely spoken. I shall not order your death, but bid yo u get some dry clothes from my commissariat, and proceed with your Mr. Washington as speedily as you can to Gov. Dinwiddie, and report to him all you have seen. Tell him that I have hundreds of boats all ready equipped, and that I have the whole of New France, and old France, too, at my back, and that I will drive out of the land every Englishman, Indian and colonial who will not acknowledge the King of France as his sovereign lord." St. Pierre had spoken rapidly, and was out of breath. He motioned to the col onel to see that the young man was liberated and supplied with clothes, and whatever was necessary to add to his comfort. When Leroy heard of the Virginian's triumph he curs e d himself for his folly, and with clinched teeth excl a imed : "Foiled Yes, but only for a time. If I cannot meet him, Red Wolf shall have his blood and scalp."
CHAPTER XIII. HOWLING WOLVES AND SAVAGE INDIANS. Washington and his companions met again at Ve nango, and Lee told him of his adventures. "Gen. St. Pierre is a noble man, and I wish he were our friend instead of enemy." "What do you think he is going to do with his boats ?" Gist asked. "Proceed down the river to the place I marked for a fort, and it looks as though he would be there first." It was decided that it would be safer for the party to separate, and while Gist and Washington should return by the woods, the others should follow the course of the river and meet at Williamsburg, whichever reached there first, to report to the governor the result of the expedition. After a slight rest, Washington, with Gist as his sole companion, left the river and struck into the woods.
Howling Wolves and Savage Indians. 14 7 It was one of the most solitary marches ever made by man. In the desolate wilderness was the future founder of the greatest republic the world has ever known. When a d a y's journey from Venango, the two men discarded th eir ordinary white man's apparel, and dressed themselves as Indians, knowing that their chances w o uld be better of escaping encounter with any roving band th e y might fall in with. Those o f us who have see n the statue of Washington in the capitol at Richmond, and noted the majestic figure and noble face, those of us who have known Washington only as Stuart and others have painted him, and have learned to look upon him as the peer, nay, the superior of kings can scarcel y realize that the man clad in blanket of an Indian, with gun in hand and knapsack strapped to his s hould e rs struggling throu g h the d e nse forests, is the same Georg e Was hin g ton. E v er y mile trave r se d w as b e frau ght w ith dangers. Every d ay n e w difficulti e s confr o nt e d th em. One night, just as Was hi ngto n w as falling asleep,
148 Howling Wolves and Savage Indians. while Gist watched, there came the low growl of hungry wolves Washington was awake in an instant. To fight a pack of wolves was impossible, for the beasts would destroy them while loading their guns. It may seem ignoble, but the two men climbed a tree and sat on a strong branch, while the wolves growled and cried at its base. Which would be exhausted first? Gist whistled and sang until his throat was hoarse and the wolves were quiet while he made a noise. When he became tired, Washington took up the music and endeavored to charm the enemy by some songs of old Virginia. He did not know many, but repetition did not matter. He sang the story of Pocahontas, a song which was very popular in the Virginian homes, telling how the Indian maiden saved the captive Englishman, and the wolves seemed pleased, for they stopped their growling and lic ked their lips, a procedure, Gist said, which meant that they were getting tired of waiting for their evening meal.
Howling Wolves and Savage Indians. 149 "We shall have to descend," Washington said, after t w o or three hours' discomfort up the tree. Sil e nce!" whispered Gist. The caution came none too soon, for the wild whoop of Indians startled even the wolves, and a moment later a s core of arrows descended on the pack, making the animals scamper away as fast as their legs could carry them. Not a so ,. nd was made by the two men in the tree, th eir live night depend on their silence, they scarcely dared to breathe. The Indians passed under them never dreaming that two white men, whose scalps were valuable, were perched above them. An hour passed before they dare descend. From the d a nger of the wolves and Indians, they seeme d to be quickly confronted by another, for, in at t e m pting to cro s s a river on the ice, which seemed thick enoug h to bear an elephant, they were suddenly sub merge d and found thems e lves carried down the stream un de r the coating of ice which covered the water. It was some few minutes before they fully realized
150 Howling Wolves and Savage Indians. their danger, for the current was swift, and only at times could they break through to the surface, and then only to be thrown back again i11to the water by the breaking of the treacherous ice. At last the eddying of the current gave them hope, for some rock or obstruction must be in the way of the water. With almost stunning force they were both dashed against a rock, to which they instinctively clung until they could regain their breath. The rock was a part of a small island, and the land seemed like Paradise to them. Weary and exhausted, their bodies bruised by the ice floes and the battering against the rock, they cared not what became of them, and stretching themselves on the ground, fell asleep. When they awoke they found that their clothes were frozen fast to the ground, and Gist, in pulling himself free felt a portion of his skin go with the clothes. Poor, ragged, miserable objects they looked when they were able to stand up. They ran about, wrestled with each other, boxed and
. Howling Wolves and Savage Indians. I 51 did all they could think of in order to get their blood in proper circulation again, and then they sat down to a breakfast consisting of sodden dried meat and pulpy hardtack. But it was enjoyable, and was eaten with a relish. For three days and nights they had to stay on the island, because they were too weak to reach the main land. They were half starved, and their blood was be ginning to get weak and watery, causing them to suffer from the cold most intensely. When they were able to leave their island home they again plunged into the woods, and guided by a com pass by day and the polar star by night, they made con siderable headway. Right in the depth of the forest, when they were scarcely able to drag one leg after the other, they heard a cry of distress. "White man!" Gist exclaimed "Hark! there it was again." "To the east of us. If I mistake not, Indians are torturing some white man." "We must go to the rescue."
I 52 Howling Wolves and Savage Indians. It was surprising what strength came to those weary men ; they no longer felt their weakness, but grasping their guns, rushed forward and found a boy tied to a tree, while facing him was a ferocious-looking savage, tomahawk in hand. The boy was just on the verge of despair ; he had maintained a bold front until the cords began to eat into his flesh, and then pain made him lose hope. It was just at the most critical moment that Washington and Gist burst upon the scene. The savage, seeing two apparently well-armed men, coming to the aid of the boy, hurried away, and was soon lost in the darkness of the forest. The boy was unloosed and quickly regained his courage and spirits. "Do you live near here?" Washington asked. "Yes, only a stone's throw, in a little clearing." "Could you give us food and shelter? We can pay well for all ?" "Grandfather would be pleased to give you both, but not for money, good sirs."
Howling Wolves and Savage Indians. I 53 "But can you trust us, seeing the garb in which we appear?" "Yes, for you saved my life." "How old are you?" "Fourteen, sir." "A brave boy, a mighty brave boy. I wish we had many such. Are you a native of this place?" "Yes, sir. My name is Harry Leonard. My father was a Virginian my mother came from New England, and my grandfather, Thomas Granger, is an Englishman." "We are Virginians, Harry. My name is George Washington, and this is Christopher Gist, the scout." "George Washington-I shall never forget that name, and I hope I may be as brave as you when I become a man." "Be good, my boy, and that is better than mere physical bravery." "Do you think there will be war, Mr. Washington?" the boy asked, eagerly. "War?" "Yes; between the English and French?"
I 54 Howling Wolves and Savage Indians .... "There may be; I hope not." "If there is, am I too young to join the army?" "Altogether too young. Take care of your grand parents, and you will be doing a manly work." By this time they had reached a very substantial log house, and Grandfather Granger stood, gun in hand, to await the strangers, for in Indian garb they did not look very friendly, but as soon as he saw Harry he stood his gun against the doorpost and went forth to meet him. "These good men saved my life, gran'ther, and they are not Indians-they are Virginians." "You are welcome, friends, no matter where you hail from." To rest within a house was a joy unspeakable to those two men. The glowing logs on the hearth, the cheerful appearance of the aged couple, and the family Bible lying on a side table, made Washington feel that he had reached a home indeed. Little did they think that soon that home was to be in ruins, and Harry Leonard d e prived of the love of his grandparents, but we must not anticipate. The history
Howling Wolves and Savage Indians. I 5S of that stirring time cannot be written w ithout mention of Harry Leonard, who became famous throughout all the land as "Fighting Hal. After two days' rest in that peaceful home, \iVash ington and Gist bade the family farewell, and resumed their journey.
CHAPTER XIV. WASHINGTON'S LUCK. "You have a charmed life," Gist exclaimed, one day, when some new dangers had been met and overcome. "Have you never thought, Gist, that every man has a work to do, and that if he tries to do it he will not be defeated ?" "No; I have often wondered at some men's luck." "There is no such thing as luck, get that out of your mind." "But--" "I know what you would say, but if you knew all the circumstances you would see that what you call luck was only the effect of certain causes." At that moment Washington stooped to pick up a bright stone which attracted his attention, and the very instant that he stooped an arrow sped past him, fired by a prowling savage so near that he was almost within arm's reach.
Washington's Luck. 157 Gist turne d as the arrow flew on its way, and was just in time to take aim at the savage and bring him to earth by means of a bullet, which ended his troubles and treacheries on earth. "Was not that luck?" Gist asked. "Not for the Indian, surely." "No, but if you had not stooped to pick up that stone you would have been killed." "Yes, that is true; but what constituted the luck? Was it my stooping, or the fact that there was a pretty pebble in the path?" "Both." "Then, in that case, luck placed the stone beneath my feet, luck directed me to look down and see it, and luck caused me to pick it up." "You are laughing at me." "No, I am not. But just think that if I had not known something about geology I should not have been tempted to pick up a stone, so the luck has to go back to my love of studying minerals, and that--" "Look out !" The warning was only just m time, for three vii-
Washington's Luck. lainous-looking savages were within dangerous limits, and that they were hostile needed no second thought. Gist had b een so interested in the talk about luck that he had neglected to reload his musket. Washington fired at the man nearest to him, and dis abled him, then with muskets clubbed the two men faced the savages and bade them fight like men or retire. Indians are not cowards. They have a magnificent courage, which ought to have made them good citizens. They accepted the challenge, and rushed at the Virgin ians with their tomahawks grasped tightly. It was a duel of skilled fighters. The white men, instead of having an advantage, were badly handi capped, for the Indians pressed so close that the mus kets were but little use as clubs, and Washington threw his down and depended upon his hands. He was strong limbed and athletic. He caught one of the savages around the waist, and threw him to the ground. As the savage fell, his weapon went flying over his head. This pla ced the two on an equality. The Indian could wrestle, in fact, he was a good match for the Virginian.
Washington's Luck. 159 It was a rough-and-tumble struggle, and no rules were followed, but each knew that the death of one would be the only end possible. Up and down they went, first one getting the upper hand and then the other, sometimes one was thrown with such violence that it was a wonder every bone was not broken, then recovering, he would grapple with his opponent and return the compliment. The savage had gradually forced the wrestling, until the two were near the place where the tomahawk had fallen. Nearer and nearer his hand got to it, and at last, un seen by Washington, he grasped it, and with a yell of joy raised it to cleave the skull of the brave Virginian. Before the blade could fall a whistling bullet had severed the hand from the wrist, and the weapon fell to the ground. With a howl of pain the Indian dropped to his knee, and a second shot, this time fired by Gist, ended his torture and life. "Who fired that first shot?" Gist asked, as he wiped the perspiration from his face.
160 Washington's Luck. "Didn't you ?" "No, that I did not. I had only just clubbed my enemy into senselessness." "Who did, then ?" "I did," came from a voice whose owner could not b e seen. "Who are you ? Where are you ?" "I see you, Chief Washington." "I cannot see you, nor do I know where you are." "Look up." Perched on the limb of a giant tree sat the daughter of Straight Tongue, the trapper, the athletic and mas culine Joanna. long have you b een there?" "I was here before you were there." "Are you going to stay up there?" "Am I? Just wait and see." With the agility of a monkey, the girl descended the tree and stood facing the Virginians. "What brought you here? Come, Joanna, you have sav ed my life, and I want to know how you came here at the right moment."
Washington's Luck. "Just you wait until I load my gun, and if you are wise, yo u will be ready as well, for there are lots of prowlers around ?ere. I have lived in the trees most of the time." The girl had saved the life of the great American, and yet she was as modest over it as though it were the veriest trifle. "You see, I got tired of staying with Karana. I wanted to be in the woods." "Alone?" "No, I never g o alone." "Who was with you, then?" She patted her gun, and affectionately answered: "I never go without this friend, a true and faithful friend it is, too." "But what game were you seeking?" "I thought I should meet my father and-and-you," sh e replied, looking straight at Washington. "But you are a lon g way from your home?" "Five days' j ourney, that is all. I saw such lots of Indians, and they were not friendly, so I had to climb the trees to get out of sight Then, I sometimes had to
Washington's Luck. jump from one tree to another. Oh, that's nothing when you are used to it." "And are you used to it?" "Of course; ask 1\fr. Gist if a trapper hasn't to do all that sort of thing if he wants to live and keep his scalp." "But you are a girl." "I suppose so, though I have never lived like one. But let me tell you, I saw those savages," pointing to the dead Indians, "a long time since, and I got up a tree to be out of their way. I saw you coming, and wanted to warn you. I gave the call, but you did not answer." "Did not hear it; but did you know us in these clothes?" "Chief Washington, I should know you in anything; you couldn't get the better of my eyes "When we did not answer you, what did you do next?" "Do? Why, make tracks to get across your path and warn you." "And you were on your way to do that when--" "I was in the tree when you got here, and wanted to
Washington's Luck. warn you, but it was fun to watch you powwowing about a stone." "So you heard us talking?" "I could not hear the words, but I saw you looking at a stone, and knew it must be about that you were jab bering, just like they say two girls will do." "Thank you." "I saw the savages come on the scene, and I got my gun ready to have a hand in the fight, but it was just nice to watch you; how you did give it that fellow nip and-tuck, as my father s:;.ys, but when he got his nasty scalper, and was going to get that lovely scalp of yours, I thought it was time to step in, so I pulled the trigger, and didn't his scalper drop suddenly?" "You cut through his wrist. Why did you not shoot him in the h ea d or h eart?" asked Gist. "You dare to ask me that? Why, had I d c ne so, the tomahawk would have given the chief such a nasty cut as the man f ell. No, no. I made him drop his weapon, that was all." "You did a noble thing." "Did I? Well l et us get away from here as quick as
Washington's Luck. a jackrabbit could, or we shall have more savages to render useless." "Shall we follow the trail through the forest?" "Take to the river. I know where there is a raft." "Is it far from here?" "No; half a day's walk; but that's nothing.'' The brave girl shouldered her gun and started off, calling on the Virginians to follow. She could walk as fast as they could, and her tongue kept up a continuous chatter, which was pleasing to hear. The river was reached without mishap, and sure enough, there was the raft, just as Joanna had said She had been a little disappointed that her father was not with them, but her light heart soon got over the grief, and only made her in the greater hurry to reach the settlement. The ice had broken up somewhat higher up the river, and the navigating of the raft was difficult, for the current was strong, and great blocks of ice were carried along at a furious speed. "I like the land better than this," Gist said, after the raft had been submerged more than once.
Washington's Luck. "Steer to the bank, then, Washington answered. Nothing loath, the scout attempted to do so, but only to run into a great block of ice, which the raft struck w ith such force that all three of its crew were thrown i n t o the water Joanna was the first to catch hold of the raft and crawl up on it. She was cold, and her teeth chattered, but she had not lost her spir its. "Why d-d-d-on't y-ou uns co-co-come here?" she managed to get out, her teeth chattering so that she stut tered fearfully. She held out a paddle, and Gist reached it; then Washington g ra sped his hand, and the girl managed to pull both toward the raft. When they were a ll on it again Gist could not help re marking that if there was no such thing as luck, there was something very like it. Gist's settlement was reached the next day, and there the party rested, got some g ood food, and changed their Indian blankets for something nearer to the garb worn in civilization. What a hearty cry of thankfulness emanated from
166 Washington's Luck. those two men when the Potomac was reached and the dangers of the journ e y over. Soon after reaching the Potomac, a wild scre e chin g of owls was heard, and then a mighty roar, which al most startled Joanna out of her senses. It was not a war whoop of Indians, but what it was they did not know, until a voice as hoarse as a fog horn, and as far reaching as though it had come through a modern megaphone, was heard shouting: "Jo-an! Jo-an!" "It's father."
CHAPTER XV. ROASTED TRAPPER. "It's your father, sure enough, alive and hearty,'' ex claimed Straight Tongue, as he ran towards Joanna. "Father, I'm so glad, I thought I should never see you again." "Why, my girl, you don't mean to come the senti mental over me, do you ? I guessed that your head was on leveler than that." "You are my father and I should die if anything happened to you." "No, you wouldn't; you only think so; men come and men go and the world wags on just the same." "Yes, but you are my all." "Jo-an, I never thought it was in you; it only goes to show that even if you put a girl in breeches she's a girl still. Now I calculated when your mother left me, when I laid her in the cold ground, that I should fol
168 Roasted Trapper. low her in a few days, but here I am and still vigorous. But I had a narrow squeak since I saw you "Where was that ? Were you hurt?" "No, but'it's a long story and the others might like to hear it, so it ll keep." "I expect you had lots of adventures," Washington said, as he grasped the trapper 's hand. "You guess right; what with Indians, and skunks, and Frenchies, and wild beasts, we had to keep our eyes peeled all the time." "Were the French friendly?" asked Lee. "Friendly? that's just how you want to think; some folks might think it was friendly to try what roasted trapper was like, but opinions differ." "Who tried that?" "It was one night when we were all tired out and feelin g as blue as any critters ever did that we saw a little column of smoke rising from a clearing. "That was the most welcome sight we had had for thre e liv elong days. 'White man's house,' said Sure foot, and he ought to know. So we forgot all our troubl es, and the blues left us as we hurried forward.
Roasted Trapper. "We argued it all out that even if it was a Frenchy's house, he would not turn us away, for we had money to pay for what we got, and I had a pretty good pack of skins, as well; for you see I couldn't help doing a bit of trapping as we went along. "When we got within a fair distance of the smoke I was sent ahead to sort of scout. You see I knew some of the lingo of the French as well as being able to powwow with the Indians, so I was the chosen one to face the danger or get ahead with the supper. "I looked to the priming of my gun and pushed my way very cautiously through the trees until I had a good look at the house. It was a small one-roomed affair, jus t what would be expected in a clearing. Built of logs, it looked as though it would stand a siege, so strong ly were the logs spliced together. "Somehow I scented danger, could not tell why, but a sort of f ee ling came over me that I was going to meet with something not half as good as a bit of roasted 'possum, but I laughed at my fears and thought of kicking myself for being a baby girl in my thoughts. "When I was near the house I gave a shout, just to
Roasted Trapper. let the folks know there was a white man skirmishing around. "The shout was heard and out of the door there came a woman, and such a woman-my faith, I n eve r saw any one like her before." "In what way?" Lee asked, ever on the alert to hear a story about the female sex. "She was taller than me, a goodish bit, and then her hair was hanging loose, down over her shoulders-it wasn't long, but it looked like a kind of shawl thrown over her head and hanging down ; her hair was getting gray, but there was so much dirt on it that I couldn't say how white it really was. She wore leather breeches and a skirt made of skin, with the fur outside, reaching a little below her knees. As she came out of the door she seemed to tower above it, as she really did, for the door was only up to my shoulders, so you can imagine how she must have looked standing in front of it. "In her hand she held a musket, not a good game gun, but a regular army musket, and in a belt she had a pistol and a big huntin g knife. "She asked me in a peculiar kind of French what I
Roasted f rapper. wanted and I told h e r that we were trappers and had lost our trail. I made up a story which I thou g ht would be a telling one, and she grinned and said we were welcome if we were able to give her some skins in pay for what s h e did for us. I told h er that I had a pack which I intend e d taking to mark et but that she should have her pick of the skins. She grinned again, and I never want to see another such grin. She hadn't a tooth in her he ad, and her mouth was the biggest I ever saw. "Well, I don't want to weary you by a lon g story which isn't so much after all, but it might have been ; an
172 Roasted Trapper. choosing if we could stay there all night and have some food in the morning. She haggled for a time and finally agreed to let us have what we wanted for five of the pelts. "She wanted to know where we had been, and, of course, we led her along quite a different trail to that we had followed. She hated the English, and very quietly told us that if we were friendly to the English she would make us go about our business. So we were very careful what we said Kenton did put his foot in it once by saying that the English had a better right to the valley than the French, but she convinced him that he was wrong. "We threw ourselves on the floor and were soon asleep and in the land of dreams." "Did you dream about me, father?" Joanna asked. "Can't say that I did but my memory isn't quite clear and you will soon find out why. "I woke up and f e lt as thoug-h I should like some fresh air, the place was very hot and stuffy, so I got on my feet, and no sooner had I stood up than I fell down. I didn't understand that, so I got up again, and
Roasted Trapper. 173 once more down I flopped. 'Say, old man,' I muttered, 'what's the matter with you? Have you been drinking firewater?' But I had to answer 'no,' :for not a drop had I tasted for two days. I crawled over to Kenton, and put my lips close to his ear and said, 'Ge t up.' I think I kicked him at the same time." "I do not think ; I know that you kicked out as you lay sprawling on the floor and nearly broke my ribs." "I don t deny it, but you should have seen Kenton straighten himself up, only to fall over just as though his legs had lost all their strength. Surefoot was in the same fix, and to make a long story short, not one of us could stand. "We thought it was the want of fresh air, so Sure foot, who was nearest the door, crawled to it and tried to ge t it open, but it was fastened and, push as he would it would not move. We began to wonder where our host ess was but it was too dark to see if she w ere in the room, and though we called to her not a word did she say in reply. "The place was getting; hotter and we were suffo catin g. Surefoot crawled towards me and knocked
174 Roasted Trapper. over a pan of something which we found to be a vile chemical which was being made hot by other chemicals and filling the place with such a stench that we felt we should die. "It was just as we were giving up hope of getting out that we heard the old hag talking outside to some one. I called Surefoot to listen. He has long ears, you know, and very sharp ones at that." "Thank you; laugh at my ears as much as you like, they saved you that time." "That is quite right, Surefoot, I'm a witness to that. "Of course that goes without saying," Straight Tongue continued, "and I am not going to quarrel about the length of his ears. The old hag was chatting with an Indian, and we heard that she was selling our scalps. She told him that we were English and that the French general would pay well for white men's scalps. She said we could not fight, for she had filled the room with smoke which would take away our strength "In a few minutes the two got to quarreling, and the very nice lady in whose house we were, told the red-
Roasted Trapper. 175 skin that if she didn t get what she asked, our scalps would not b e worth anyt h in g for she would set the house on fire and burn us to a crisp. "That was pl e asant to listen to, but the old w oman was capable of anything, so we could not hope for mercy from her. "The red s kin laughed at her and said that she would not gain anythin g by burning her lo g house, but she was read y with her answer. She had got all our pelts and she never expected to live in the house again, as she was going to meet her son, who was in the French army. "For some time we listened and found ourselv e s getting weaker every minute. If we could have crawled outside we could have used our guns, but the door would not budge and there was no window. "The voices gradually died away, and we wond e red whether the old hag had gone off with the Ind i a n or whether he had left her. Very soon the answ e r was given for the voices grew angrier and louder and w e knew that the two had been walking away from the house and were now returning.
176 Roasted Trapper. "In one corner of the room a tiny flame appeared, and the dry wood commenced to crackle and sputter. She had done what she had threatened-set the place on fire. "We watched the fire gain ground and wondered whether we should be able to get out alive, when we heard a shout, and in good English, too, and very soon we were saved from a horrible death. "The fresh air revived us, and though we were weak and could hardly stand we would have welcomed a fight had an occasion off e r ed." "How were you saved?" Lee inquired. "Kenton can tell that part better than I can so I leave it to him, if you are not all tired of listening to such long powwows." "What yo u hav e endured has been in the cause of you r country, and it will be my pleasant duty to ac qu a int the governo r with the particulars of your jour ney," Wa<>hington remarked, very fervently.
CHAPTER XVI. WILLIAM TRENT'S EXPEDITION. "I am quite ready to contribute my share to the story telling, if I am allowed to tell my experiences in my own way, but I generally get stopped before I reach the point of my narrative." "We will not int e rrupt you, Kenton; tel1 your story just as seemeth best." "Very well, then, but first I think Straight Tongue has not told all he ought to have done. He had nearly given in, the stench was too much for him. You see he is a good, honest trapper, and relies on the old-fash ioned methods of trapping. Some Frenchman came through the valley a few moons ago selling some stuff which made such a stink that it killed 'p ossums and beavers and even wolves; it was some of this stuff that the old woman was using on us. "When we were able to crawl outside we were at
178 William Trent's Expedition. once accosted by a young man who was to all appear ance a trapper. 'Why, Kenton, is it you?' he asked, and I at once recognized a friend from Williamsburg, a young fel low who had rather a peculiar character, for he was a ne'er-do-well; always playing jokes on his friends and never settling to work. 'What are you doing here?' I asked, and he laughed 'I guess I came to save you from being roasted alive, but I spoiled the fun. Say, wouldn't it have been something to talk about if I could have reported seeing you roast?' "I did not enter into the fun of the thing, and I told him so. I had no desire to have my death made a subject of jesting. I asked him again what brought him into the woods, especially dressed as a trapper, and he told us that he was a trapper and had evidently trapped us, but he had another object in view, which was likely, seeing that he could have had no idea that we were in the wood at that point. 'We are the advance guard of the army of the Ohio
William Trent's Expedition. I 79 Company,' he said, with a pride which was foreign to his usual manner. I had not seen his companion until that moment, for he was hiding behind a big tree. 'Dick was afraid to show in the open for fe
180 William Trent's Expedition "A young officer came over to me and very bluntly ask e d what w e were all doin g on the ground. Straight Tongu e told him, and Surefoot begged him to give us some rum to revive our exhaust e d bodies. "The officer went back to his company and returned with Capt. William Trent, who reco g niz e d me at once and gave me such a hearty handshake that I thought my shoulder was put out of joint. "There was no talk of my being a traitor then, and Jerry m a de believe that he had not recognized me, and then I k new it was one of his stupid attempts at joking. "Trent thought the clearing a good camping g round, and so t e nts were pitched and we were well cared for." "Wha t was Trent doing there?" Washington again asked. "You will remember that you sent a man back with a dispatch to Gov. Dinwiddi e tellin g him of the grea t import a nce of fortif y ing the point at the conflu e nce o f the Monon g ahel a and the Alle g hany That dis pat c h bor e frui t, for t he g o v ernor command e d \il/illi a m Trent to enlist a force of one hundred m e n with whom he
William Trent's Expedition. 18 t was to proc e ed to the source of the Ohio and erect a fort. "The people for some reason were not very enthusi astic for after a month he was only able to g et seventy me n together, and of these n e arly half were useless. "The Ohio Company equipped the little force and sent it on its march. Trent had ten four-pounder cannons and eig hty barrels of powder with him and a stock of provisions to last two months This made his march a very slow one, but time was of no object for t h e Alleg hany was packed with ice gorges and the F r e nch boa t s could not get down the river. "Trent was on his way wh e n we encountered him. "He w as n o t v e ry s an g uine as to the success of his exped iti o n, for h e th o u ght his forc e alto g ether too small, but hi s me n w er e as happ y a crowd as ever wore shoe l ea ther. "At n ight th e fif e and drum w o uld e ntertain us with music and the me n would dance and sing just like a pack o f b oys ." "How l o n g did y ou s t ay w ith C a pt. Trent?" "Four days he stayed w ith u s He wanted us to go
I 82 William Trent's Expedition. on with him, but we had received your orders and hastened to rejoin you as soon as we were able to walk. "The last night that Capt. Trent's company was with us Jerry very nearly served the french better than they could serve themselves. "A dance was in progress when nothing would do but he should show off. You know that he is full of tricks as an egg is full of meat, and he can do the contortioni s t acts like a showman. "He stood two barrels of powder a few feet apart and then jumped from one to the other forwards and then backwards, that caused the drummer to rat-a-tat harder than ever, and the boys shouted and cheered. This made Jerry bolder, and he stood on his head on one of the barrels and flung a somersault to the other, after which he did the same thing with an Indian pipe in his mouth. The tobacco was lighted and the sparks flew all over his face, but he only lau ghed and went at it again. "Three times he did this trick, and then, as bad luck would have it, a spark lighted on the barrel and touched
William Trent's Expedition. I 83 a grain of powder, which had got free through the kicking the barrel had received. "Every man among us laid do wn; we could not help it; and I really think each of us thought he was dead and in 'kingdom come.' I know I did. "The noise of the explosion kept on ringing out for several minutes as the mcuntains took up the sound and echoed it back. "As for Jerry, we did not know what became of him. He went up higher than the trees, and we lost sight of him. When we found we were not dead, we began to search for his body, and Capt. Trent was furious be cau se the search party reported that he was not to be found. 'Dang it, f e llows,' he exclaimed, 'his bones must be somewhere, :;ind you haven't looked.' One of the recruits, angered at being spoken to like that, an sw e r ed that he had better look himself, and Trent undertoo k the task." "Did he find him ?" "Yes, an hour later. He was sitting under a tree hot and tired, mad to think that there was not a trace of J er ry except a part of his clothing and his pipe, which
1 84 William Trent's Expedition. broken into little pieces. Presently he said he heard a spooky voice like a whisper saying, 'Captain, dear, won't you help me down?' He said it was like Jerry's voice, but it came from the wrong direction, for Jerry was more likely to go down tlian up, but again he heard the same appeal, and looking up, there was Jerry, perched upon a branch of the tree, looking as miserable as any man could. "Capt. Trent called a squad and bade them fetch their comrade down. Poor Jerry had an experience as perhaps no man ever had b e fore. He had been blown up above the trees, and as he descended he had alighted on a branch and hung suspended for two or three hours. "When they got him down it was found that one shoulder was broken and most of his clothes burned to a tinder but otherwise he was not much the worse for the adventure. We joked him all that night on his famous trick, and said that when powder got cheap enough we would get him to repeat the performance."
CHAPTER XVII. A DUEL TO THE DEATH. "It was too bad to treat the poor fellow like that; surely, he had s uffered enou g h," Washington said, with th a t w onderful sympathy which was ever character i s tic of him "We could not help it, besides he was such a lover o f j oke s that we thought to pay him off in the coin he loved." "He paid you off, Kenton," said Straight Tongue, lau g hingly. "Yes, I admit it." "How was that?" "A mere nothing." "Tell us." "I am ashamed at the thought of being caught by such a childish trick but if you want to hear of my dis comfiture, let Straight Tongue tell it."
186 A Duel to the Death. "Why, sure, I will. I never laughed so much in my life, and yet as Kenton says, it was a childish trick. "Jerry was watching the cooJ....1.ng of the evening meal, and the company kettle was hanging from a tri pod with some blazing wood beneath, when Jerry said that he had often heard that boiling water would not scald if you quickly immersed your hand in it, and said with all seriousness that it was just the same as hand ling an English nettle. He told how a nettle would sting if touched gently, but if grasped in tl:ie hand tightly it lost its power, and he reminded us of an old rhyme which our fathers and mothers had learned in England: "Tender handed grasp a nettle, And it stings you for your pains; Grasp it like a m a n of mettle, And it soft as silk remains." "I have heard my uncle repeat those lines Wash-ington remarked. "Jerry kept harping on this idea until he turned sud denly to Kenton and said, 'I dare you to dip your hand in that water,' pointing to the kettle. Kenton did not
A Duel to the Death. stop to think, but took the challenge and put his hand right into the boiling water, only to draw it out aga i n and shout like an Indian with the pain." "Did it scald you?" "The skin all peeled off and 1s only just coming again." "What did Jerry say?" "He professed to be sorry and said that he supposed Kenton had not put his hand into the water quick enough, but when we suggested that he should show us how to brave the dangers of being scalded, he laughed and told us that he thought being blown up was enough for his share." "Di.d you give Trent any information?" asked Washington. "Yes," answered Kenton, "we pointed out to him all the strategic value of the place which you had marked out for a fort, and suggested to him that it be called Fort Washington, but I do not think he will adopt the name. "When he was ready to march Surefoot went with him a day's journey to put him on the right trail, for
188 A Duel to the Death. he was away off, and we camped on the same spot until S urefoot returned. "We were all the better for the rest, but we had to keep our wits about us, for we feared that the old hag might return, and if she did not, there was danger from the Indians." "You are right about that, for we had a brush with them before we left," Straight Tongue added. "A fight?" "Just a little one; enough to make us lively for a short time," Straight Tongue replied. "Were any of you hurt?" "No, but one Indian was killed. He deserved his fate, for he was as treacherous as a cat." "In what way?" "We were seated round our camp fire when we heard a noise which caused us to whisper 'Indians.' We got our g uns ready and watched and waited. "From behind a tree an Indian's head appeared, and K e nton was at-out to fire when the redskin waved his peace pipe. 'Don t fire,' I said, quickly, 'the man is peaceful,'
A Duel to the Death. for long as I have known Indians I never knew of an hostile act committed by one who held out the pipe of peace. "I beckoned for him to come to us, and in token of our friendly intentions we laid our guns down and stood unarmed waiting for him. "He was a fuie buck, as fine a one as I have ever seen. He told us that he wanted to be at peace with the white man, and asked us if we would smoke the pipe with him. "We consented, and he sat down with us and we powwowed for a long time. He told us how his tribe had been at Venango and had met the great white father, meaning Postmaster Franklin, and he said that the white men were better than the red ones. He did talk fair and that is a fact." "He won our confidence, and when he said that he was sent as a messenger to the great white father, Dinwiddie, to offer to him the braves of his tribe, we were won over and invited him to journey with us," Kenton added. "That was right, but where is he?" asked Lee.
190 A Duel to the Death. "You will hear in good time, my impatient young brave. All that day he stayed with us and never laid aside his peace pipe for a minute, so anxious did he appear to have our good will. "When night came he drew his blanket around him and rolled over to sleep. In a few minutes he was as fast asleep as any one could be, at least so we thought." "Oh, he was asleep, right enough." "It is quite possible, but I do know that we believed in him so thoroughly that we soon went with him into the land of dreams. "I sleep very lightly, as a rule, and that night I thought was no exception to the rule, but I must have been mistaken. I was dreaming of the dangers we had passed and thinking of Jo-an and Karana, when I imagined that Jo-an was tying my hair in a knot-you know how you used to do it?" "Yes, and how you laughed until I hurt, and then didn't you howl?" "So would you, Jo-an, if any one pulled your hair like you did mine; but I was dreaming at that time, and I thought that I put up my hand quite suddenly to take
A Duel to the Death. your wrist and so force you to leave go of my hair, when I caught a wrist in reality. That was no dream, for I woke up and sprang to my feet just in time to save my scalp, for there was our friendly Indian with his fingers intwined in my hair and his tomahawk ready to do its work. "I had no weapon, but I let out with my fist and felled the r edskin to the ground. "It was all done so quickly that I had not seen two or three lur k in g forms in the distance; but no sooner did the redskin fall than three of his tribe rushed in and tried to overpower us. "We were not long in seizing our guns, and then we fought. I was glad to see the treacherous redskin rise to his feet, for I wanted him all to myself, and so while the others were engaged in a struggle to save their scalps, I engaged the one single handed. "He was a good fighter, and was more at home fighting than when at peace. He saw that my blood was up and he smiled. He knew it was a duel to the death, and he was sure that the dead one would not be a red skin, but I was just as sure the other way.
A Duel to the Death. "He managed to avoid receiving any blows from my musket, and I did not want to shoot him, for that would have been an unequal duel. At it we went, feinting and pushing forward, grappling and breaking away, falling down and attempting to catch each other round the legs, but neither gaining much advantage "I don't know whether it was courage or anger that caused him to throw away his weapon and trust to his hands. It was very unlike an Indian, but he did so, and like gladiators we fought with our hands, not very orderly, I suppose, but effectively. "I had him down and my foot was on his body. It was a victory for me, but I was not satisfied, so re moved my foot and let him get up. At it we went again until I was fast becoming exhausted and my foot slipped, causing me to fall. "With a wild yell the redskin sprang at me, and leaning forward picked up his tomahawk which was close by. He jumped with both feet on me and began to dance. I thought every bone was broken, and I never expected to breathe again I was fainting and did not care how soon I died, when a bright gleam
A Duel to the Death. 19J passed across my eyes. It was the gleam of his toma hawk, and I knew that my scalp would be hanging from his belt in a very few minutes. I could not save myself, that was impossible, and I did not see any of my comrades. I know I had a faint impression that they were all dead, and I had lost all desire to live when, just as the blade was within a few inches of my head, its murderous and treacherous owner jumped in the air and fell back dead. "He had been shot dead by Surefoot, who, return ing, saw my fate depended on his aim. He drew the trigger and there was one redskin the less in the world." I "We had a hard time with the others," said Kenton, "and we fought a running battle for over a mile. We did not bag any game, though we peppered a few of the enemy, but their legs were more limber than ours and they outran us." "Have you quite recovered from your adventure?" asked Lee. "I was very sore for several days, but I found out
194 A Duel to the Death. that it takes a good lot of knocking about to kill a white man." "Straight Tongue, you ought to go to one of our big towns and turn lawyer or preacher," Lee remarked, "for you can talk as well as any preacher, and you have not forgotten your education." "I have tried to keep up for the sake of the girls, and I tell you it is a pleasure when I get with white men and can talk good English." "Well, you are with white men once more," Lee said, and both Straight Tongue and Kenton ejaculated: "Thank Heaven!" "I am glad that we met, for then we can all go to the capital together and prove that a hard and difficult task has been fulfilled without loss of life." "Without loss to us, you mean, chief; for some of the enemy have gone under." "That was an unfortunate necessity."
CHAPTER XVIII. HOME IN TRIUMPH. What a happy reunion that was All had stories to tell, and each thought his own story the most important. "By my moccasins! I saw that skunk of a spy only last night," Surefoot declared, when the name of Leroy was mentioned "You must have been mistaken," Lee said, "for I do not think he could be back by this time." "All right, my boy ; I am getting old, and my eyes are not so sharp as they once were, but I can smell a skunk as well as most men." "We had lively times," Kenton remarked, "and I thought we should never see our homes again." "I wish we had all kept together, it would have been far mo re pleasa nt." "Never mind that, we are again in old Virginia, and
Home in Triumph. ready to defend our native soil against French or In dians." Every settlement gre eted the young ambassador and his comrades with enthusiasm and shouts of loyalty to King George mingled strangely with shouts of Washington's name. The younger ones, in later years, re called that time, and some told their children that they had seen a banner, rudely printed, bearing the inscription: YJR.GJNJA HONOR,8 X)DG GfiOR.Gfi AND GfiOR.Gfi W.A8HJNGDOD The return was made by a land journey across country from the Potomac to the Rappahannock, which river they crossed on rafts. From thence to the York River and home to the ancient capital of Virginia, Williams burg.
Home in Triumph. 197 When the party was within five miles of that town the governor, accompanied by Augustus Washington, President Thomas Lee and Col. Malcolm, rode out to meet the returning ambassador. It was the first time in the history of the colonies that any such mission had been undertaken, and George Washington was the father of the diplomatic service of the country Most ceremoniously Washington greeted the gover nor, and just as ceremoniously the governor acknowl edged the greeting. Kenton was so democratic that he did not like it, and whispered to young George Lee : "It makes me sick. I couldn't cringe and bow like that to any man." "It is an acknowledgement of Washington's mis sion," answered Lee, who had been educated by cour tiers who had been presented to the English king "All the same, I would have liked it better if they had just shaken hands like two men." "You have talked too much to Postmaster Franklin, Kenton."
Home in Triumph. "Perhaps so, but he is right; a man should be treated as a man, and merit should be recognized." "That is what Gov. Dinwiddie has done in greeting Washington in the manner he did." "Our Washington bowed first." "You are incorrigible, Kenton. You would have been in your glory in William and Mary College when I was there." "Why?" "Because we had a debate, which was continued all one term, as to whether any man was born superior to another, or whether all are not free and equal at birth "Which side did you take?" "I was undecided; but look, see how the governor and Washington are chatting now. They are equals at present." "That is how it should be." When Williamsburg was reached, the people assem bled before Dinwiddie's residence and cheered the yottng ambassador as he entered. "You are right to cheer George Washington," the
Home in Triumph. 199 governor said, as he faced the crowd. "Virginia has a right to be proud of him." Glory be to God for giving us such a man!" Domi nic Fuller exclaimed, as he raised his eyes heavenward. The words were a signal for every hat to be raised, and the good old-fashioned clergyman offered up a prayer of thankfulness for the safe return of the am bassador and his party. The day was declared a holiday by the governor, and suitable exercises were speedily arranged. William and Mary College, from which George Washington obtained his certificate as surveyor, was to be the first to officially recognize his work, for the great hall was thronged in the afternoon to listen to eulogies and addresses. The hero of it all was most modest. He declined to take any special honor or credit to him s e lf but nobly paid tribute to the work of his com panions, and quickly taking Joanna's hand, and pulling h e r toward him, said: "If I have deserved well of my friends, then this young girl should be remembered, for I should not have
200 H ome in Triumph. been here to accept your hospitality had it not been for her. She saved my life." "What says the French general?" asked a learned professor, when the eulogies were over. Gov. Dinwiddie advanced to the front of the plat form, and read from the Frenchman's answer: "I have been ordered to eject every Englishman from the valley of the Ohio, and I shall do it." "By what right does France claim the land?" "I will read again : 'By right of discovery of the Ohio River by the Cavalier de la Salle in the winter of who called it La Belle Riviere; by th e fact that Frenchman explored the valley right. to the Falls of Louisville; and, lastly, by virtue of occupation, and her claim shall be made good by force of arms.' That is what Gen. St. Pierre says.'' "Then our duty is to answer the threat by enlisting Gur men and proving that we have as good a right to live in the valley of the Ohio as the French." "Is that your verdict?" the governor asked. "It is !" came from all parts of the hall, and men shouted until they were hoarse:
Home in Triumph. 201 "To arms! To arms!" The cry was caught up, and those who were outside the hall were just as loud in their cry for war as those inside. "The council will consider what is best to be done," Dinwiddie answered, when he was appealed to by the populace. In the crowd at the hall of the college, a young man, fair and good to look upon, pushed forward and caught Washington by the arm. "You must come and stay at the 'Six-Chimney House' to-night," he said. "Nay, Custis; I am not fit for gayety. I want rest." "Rest Why, bless my soul there is no better place for rest than where my Patsy is." "I know that, Custis, but--" "I will take no buts, nor any other excuse. I hurried here to tell you that Patsy expected you." As though to make assurance doubly sure Washing ton heard a merry laugh at his side, and looking down saw pretty, graceful Martha Custis, who bowed and
202 Home in Triumph. courtesied in the most approved style, and whose face was one happy smile. "I was afraid Daniel might spoil the invitation, and so I came. You must come, Mr. Washington." Now, the Father of our Country was always a great lover of the ladies, and he had more than once changed his mind when urged to do so by one of the fair sex, though never once when a principle was involved. Martha Dandridge had been one of the sweetest girls in Williamsburg society, and every one congratulated Daniel Parke Custis when he induced her to change her name to that which he bore. Every one liked Martha, and she certainly was no less a favorite after her marriage. She was a year older than Washington, and he had known her but slightly, for he had spent most of his life at Mount Vernon, while she was educated and lived at Williamsburg. "Will you accept me as I am?" he asked. "I almost think I would prefer you in your Indian blanket I have heard so much about; but you will come, won't you?"
Home in Triumph. 203 I mu s t ask the governor." Mistress Cu s ti s knows well that her merry eyes would conquer me even if I were opposed but I am heartily in sy m pathy with her invitation. You want rest, and a night in a good bed. Then you think--" "That you will go with Master Daniel Custis and hi-s beautiful wife to the Six-Chimney House and rest for a few days. "What did I tell you, Mr. Washington?" "Col. Washington madam ," the governor corrected. "Hurry home, Mistress Patsy said her husband, lovingly, "and have the guest chamber prepared for our: honored friend. We will follow later." "You are a happy man, Custis Washing ton said. "That I am and no woman that ever breathed could be a better wife and mother than my Patsy." "Of tha t I am sure." An hour later Cu s tis and W as hin g ton entered the residence of the former, a bi g, old-fashioned house, which bore the name of the "Six -Chimney House," be-
Home in Triumph. caus e each of the rooms on the gro und floor h ad its own separate chimney. It was certainly a strange circum stance that George Washington and the lady who in l a ter years became his wife should thus be brought to gether throu g h the successful termination of his long journey to Lake Erie. Every member of the little party was lionized by the good people of Williamsburg and Surefoot declared that it would not b e safe to make another expedition, for the kindness of the good folks would kill the sur vivors. Karana and Joanna were the most excited girls that ever walked the streets of the capital city of the prov inces. They had never been in civilized society before and they kept pinching each other and whispering: "Are we awake, or is it all a dream?" Joanna had thought George Lee a handsome man, but it may have been the scar on his cheek, or a wee bit of jealousy, that caused her to say to her sister: "There are heaps better looking than he is." Methinks it was jealousy, for Lee had not noticed
Home in Triumph. 205 her since Amy Randolph and her mother had taken pos session of him. Amy was so happy that she did not know how to conceal it. Her cheeks were rosy all the time, so much so that her father teased her, and asked where all her paleness had gone. "She has been as white as a lily for weeks," he said, "and now look at her, she is like a red poppy--" "No, no, Mr. Randolph, do not say that, for a poppy might put one to sleep, and Mistress Amy would keep me aw ake," Lee said, gallant ly. "And to think that you have gone through so much and have come back alive--" "With my beauty s poiled," Lee answered, as he passed his fing e r over his scarred cheek. "That is the most b ea utiful thing I ever saw," Amy said "Why, it is the sign manual of courage." Lee suddenly turned pale, and felt almost like faint ing, for he h ad heard some one mention the name of Leroy, and he recalled the pledge he had given Amy after the duel.
Home in Triumph. "What is the matter?" Mistress Randolph inquired. "I am not worthy of your notice, Mistress Amy," Lee said. "Not worthy?" "No, for I have broken my word; I have forfeited my right to be considered honorable." "That is impossible." "Nay, hear me." Lee told her of his meeting with Charles Leroy, and of their struggle. He did not lay the blame on the young French spy, but took it on himself. "I would have killed him if I could. I tried my best to do so." "And he would have killed you?" "I am afraid so; but he did not do it." "Nor did yo u kill him." "No." "My dear old friend, do not take it to heart. Amy knows, as we all do that you must have had provoca tion too great to bear, and she thinks you did rightly, don't you, Amy?"
Home m Triumph. "Yes, mother." "Ar e you good folks going to stand in the street all night?" asked Mr. Randolph, as he joined his party. "Why don't you take Lee home to sup with us?" Joanna saw Lee walk away with the Randolphs, without even a glance at her, and she had great difficulty in keeping the tears from her eyes. "I see it all now. I am only a wild girl, not much better than the Indians. I am not fit for such friends as he; no, no, Jo-an, your place is in the wilderness." "What are you talking about?" asked her sister. "Were you talking to me ?" "No, I was thinking." "What about?" "I was wondering when father will take us back to our old settlement." "Never, I hope. I want to stay right here." "I don't." Joanna appeared much brighte r a little later, for her father had found some friends of years gone by, and though they were old and not much company, they had
2 0 8 H om e in Triumph families, and the girls were made welcome by the young people whose fathers had trapped in the forest with Straight Tongue. Night was approaching, darkness began t o make the buildings of the capital city shine like stars as the lights penetrated through the windows, yet still, crowds walked the streets and made merry. Some carried pine torches, which smoked and blazed and made their carriers look weird in the darkness ; others had improvised flags, while many shouted and demanded that war should be declared against France. In the midst of the noise, right opposite Mr. Randolph's house, a few youths gathered, and presently six fifes and two kettledrums struck up a popular air. A procession was formed and marched through the streets, stopping opposite the houses of the governor and members of the Provincial Council. At the head of the procession walked the well-known but ever quaintly dressed Benjamin Franklin, and just behind him came the fife and drum corps. When the Six-Chimney House was reached the pro cession halted and the band played.
Home m Triumph. Mr. Franklin called for Washington, and nothing would do but that the young ambassador should step to the window and hear the cheers of the crowds. By his side were Daniel and Martha Custis, and they were cheered becau se Washington was their guest. "George Washington has done a work which not one man in a thousand could have done," shouted Franklin. "He is worthy of honor for he is the first ambassador to the French from the English colonists of America Let us cheer him and his friends." There was a wild outburst of cheering, which the young hero had to acknowledge, and quite modestly he did so, thanking the p eople for their good will, and de claring that he had only done his duty. "We have stood together now," he said, m conclu sion ; "let us stand side by side until the freedom of the colonies is attained, and King George shall know that his colonists in America have hearts to love and hands to uphold the cause of justice." Our story is ended, but only just begun. Strange
Home in T riumph. paradox, but true, for we shall meet Washington and Gist, Lee and Surefoot, Straight Tongue and Joanna many times, and strange and thrilling adventures shall we have to tell of those days which preceded the most mighty revolution, whose end was the birth of a glori o us republic, based on the Rights of Man. THE END.
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HORATIO ALGER, Jr. One of the best known and most popular writers. Good, elean, healthy stories for the American Boy. Adventures of a Teleg.eaph Boy De&n Dunham Erie Tralli Boy, The Five Hundred Dollar Check .From Ca.na.l Boy to President From Farm Boy to Senator Jlackwooda Boy, The C. B. h.SHLEY. Mark St&nton Ned Newton New Yo!"k Boy 'l'om Brace Tom Tracy Walter Q iftl.th Youn11; Acrob8' One of best 11to ries ever written on hunting, trapping and a<\. .,enture in the West, after the Custer Massacre. Gilbert, the Boy Trs.o>per ANNIE ASHMORE. A splendid story, recording the adventures of a boy with smuggler&. Smuggler's Cave, The CAPT. RALPH BONEHILL. Capt. Bonehill is in the very front rank a.a an author of boys' stories. These are two of his best works. Jrelta, the Boy Conjurer Tour ,,f ti:. s Zero Clul WALTER e. BRUNS. An excellent story of adventure in the celebrated Sunk Lands of Missouri and Kansas. In the Sunk Lands FRANK H. CONVER.SE. This writer has established a splendid reputatio n as a boys' author, and although his books usually command $1.25 per volume, we offer the follow mg a.t a more popular price. Gold of Flat Top Mountain Happy-Go-Lucky J'e.ck Heir to a Million Jn Search of An Unknown Race In Southern Seas :Mystery of a Diamond That Treasure Voyage to the Gold Coaa DAVID M.!KAY, P-.Jblisher, Philadelphia. (ii)
HARRY COLLINGWOOD. One of England's most successful writers of stories for boys. Bia best story is Pirate Island GEORGE H. COOMER. Two books we highly recommend. One is a splendid story of venture at sea, when American ships were in every port in the world, and the oth e r tells of adventures while the first railway in the .Andea Mountains was being built. Boys in the Forecastle Old Man of the Mountain WILLIAM DALTON. Three stories by one of the very greatest writers for boys. The stories deal witll boys' adventures in India, China and Abyasinia. These books are strongly recommended for boys' reading, as they contain a large amount of historical information. Tiger Prince White Elephant War Tiger EDWARD s. ELLIS. These books are considered the best works this well-known writer .ever produced. No better reading for bright young Americans. Arthur Helmuth Check No. 2134 From Tent to White House Perils of the Jungle On the Trail of Geronimo White Muatang GEORGE MANVILLE FENN. F:ir the past fifty years Mr. Fenn bas been writing books for boys and popular fiction. His hooks are justly popular throughout the English-speaking world. We publi. h the following select list of his boys' books, which we consider the best he ever wrote. Commodore Junk Dingo Boys Weathercock Golden Magnet Grand Cha.co ENSIGN CLARKE FITCH, u.s.N .A. graduate of the U. 8. Naval Academy at Annapolis, and tho roughly familiar with all naval matwrs. Mr. l<' itch has devoted hi.m self to literature, and has written a series of books for boys that evert DAVID McKAY, Publisher, Philadelphia. fill)
1onng American should read. His stories are fnll of very interesting information about the navy, training ships, etc. Bound for Annapolis Clif, the Naval Cadet Cruise of the Trainins; Ship From Port to Port Strans;e Cruise, A WILLIAM MURRAY GRAYDON. An author of world-wide popularity. Mr. Graydon id essentially a friend of young people, and we offer here with ten of his best works, wherein he rel ates a great diversity of interesting ad ventures in various parts of the world, combined with aClCurate historical data. Butcher of Cawnpore, The In Barracks and Wigwam Camp in the Snow, The Campaigning with Braddock Cryptogram, The From Lake to Wilderness In Fort and Prison .Jungles and Traitors Rajah's Fortress, The White King o f Africa, The LIEUT. FREDERICK GARRISON, U.S. A. Every American boy takes a keen interest in the affairs of West Point. No more capable writer on this popular subj ect could be found than Lieut. Garrison, who vividly describes the life adventures and unique incidents that have occurred in that great institution-in these famous West Point stories. Oft' for West Point On Guard Cadet's Honor, A West l oint Treasure, The West Point Rivals, The HEA.DON HILL. The hunt for gold lias always been a/opular subject for considera tion, and Mr. Rill has added a splendi story on the subject in this romance of the Klondyke. Spectre Gold HENRY HARRISON LEWIS. Mr. Lewis is a gradnate of the Naval Academy at Annapolis, and has written a great many books for boys. Amon g his best works are the following titles-the subjects inclulle a vast series of adventures in all parts of the world. The historical data is correct, and they should be read by all boys, for the excellent information they contain. Centreboo.rd .Jim King of the Island Midshipman Merrill Ensign Merrill Sword and Pen Valley of Mystery, The Yankee Boys in .Japan DAVID McKAY, Publisher, Philadelphia. (iv)
LIJ!UT. LIONEL LOUNSBERRY. A eertes of bookr> embracing many adventures under our famous commantre-s Young Nobleman Rival Batta.lions WALTER MORRIS. '!'his cbaxming story contains thirty-two chapters of just the sort of school life that charms the boy readers. Bob Porter 'l.t Lakeview Academy STANLEY NORR.IS. Mr. Norris is without a rival as a writer of "Circus Stories" for boys. These four books are full of thrilling adventures, but good, wholsome reading for young Americans. Phil, the Showman Young Showman's Pluck, The Young Showman's Rivals, The Young Showman's Triumph LIEUT. JAMES :K. ORTON. When a boy bas read one of Lieut. Orton's books, it requires no nrging to induce him to read the others. Not a dull page in any of them. Bea.ch Boy Joe La.st Chance Mine Secret Chart, The Tom Havens with the Whit. Squadron DAVID McKAY, Publisher, Philadelphia. (v)
.JAMES OTIS. Mr. Otis is known by n early every American boy, and needs no introduction here. The following copyrights are among his best : Chased Through Norway .Inland Waterways Unprovoked Mutiny Wheeling for Fortune Reuben Green's Adventures at Ya.le GILBERT PATTEN. Mr. Patten has had the
CA.PT. DAVID SOUTHWICK .An exceptionally good story of frontier life among the Indians in die far West, during the early settlement period .Tack Wheeler The Famous Frank Merriwell Stories. BlJR.T L. STANDISH. No modem series of tales for boys and youths has met with anything like the cordial reception and popularity accorded to the Frank Merri well Stories. There must be a reason for this and there is. Frank Merriwell, as portrayed by the author, is a jolly whole-souled, hon es t, courageous American lad, who appeals to the hearts of the boys. He has no bad habits, and his manliness inculcates the idea that it is not necessary for a boy to indulge in peltyvices to be a hero. Frank :1Ierriwell' s example is a shining light for every ambitious lad to follow Twenty volumes now ready: Frank Merriwell's School Days Frank Merriwell's Chums Frank Merriwell's Foes Frank Merriwell's Trip West Frank Merriwell Down South Frank Merriwell's Courage Frank Merriwell's De.ring Frank Merriwell's Skill Frank Merriwell's Champions Frank Merriwell's Return to Yale Frank Merriwell's Bravery Frank Merriwell's Secret Frank Merriwell's Races Frank Merriwell's Loyalty Frank Merriwell's Hunting Tour Frank Merriwell's Reward Frank Merriwell's Sports Afield Frank Merriwell's Faith Frank Merri well at Yale Frank Merriwell's Victories VICTOR. ST. CLAIR. These books are full of good, clean adventure, thrilling enough to pleas e the full-blooded wide-awake boy, yet containing nothing to whi c h there can be any objection from those who are careful as to the kind o f books they put into the hands of the young. Cast Away in the Jungle Comrades Under Castro For Home and Honor From Switch to Lever Little Snap, the Post Boy Zig-Zag, the Boy Conjurer Zip, the Acrobat MATTHEW WHITE, JR. Good, healthy, strong books for the American lad. No more in tereRting books for the young appear on our lists. Adventures of a Young Athlete Eric Dane Guy Hammersley My Mysterious Fortune Tour of a Private Car Young Editor, The DAVID McKAY, Publisher, Philadelphia. (vii)
ARTHUR M. WINFIELD. One of the most popular a.uthorB of boys' books. Here are three of his best. l[ark Dale's Btaire Venture Young Bank Clerk,, The Youne Bridge Tender, The GA VLE WINTERTON. This very interesting story relates the trials and triumphs of a Young American Actor, including t h t solution of a very puzzling mystery. Young Aoto ERNEST A. YOUNG. This book ie not a treati110 on sports, as the title would indicate, bu& relates a seri es of thrilling ad ventures among boy campers in the woods of Maine. Boata, Bats and Bioyoles DAVID McKAY, Publisher, Philadelphia. (TI.ii)