Adventures Among the Red Indians Part 6

"Wait a minute, you precious fools," gasped the Major wrathfully; but they never so much as turned their heads. True, he had never seen a canoe move so swiftly in all his life, yet those forty or fifty yards to the bank were like miles, and when, springing ash.o.r.e, two of the Indians bent over to help him out of the water, he could scarcely use his feet to scramble up the low bank.

"Why ever didn't you pull me out straight away, or keep still till I got into the boat?" he asked, as he stood and s.h.i.+vered before the fire while his man gave him a rub down with a blanket. The Delawares looked grave and wise.

"You are a tall and a heavy man. You might have upset the boat--and then we should have lost all our fish."

Sir George does not record the answer that he made to these curmudgeonly rascals who preferred endangering a man's life to the risk of losing a few salmon. But perhaps they were only having their revenge on him for having spoilt their night's work by driving away all the fish.

The next afternoon, fis.h.i.+ng and paddling by turns, they came to a town or village of some pretensions--the last on the river. Head again tried to persuade the Indians to agree to go farther, but fruitlessly; and their utmost concession was that, as one of their number was going into the town to buy some goods while the others sold their fish at the wharf, he would make inquiries about procuring new guides. The Major sent his man across with the luggage to the only decent inn of the place, and himself idled about the jetty, talking to the remaining Indians and their customers.

"He has found a guide for you," said one of the Delawares at last, pointing to a strange figure that came stalking along the quay behind the third Indian.

The new arrival was a middle-aged man of such ferocious aspect that Head fancied he could foresee trouble before they had gone far together. He was one of the Crees, and his personal beauty--probably never at any time great--was not improved by the scars and tattoo marks that covered his face, arms, and chest. Cold though the weather was becoming, he was naked, but for his moccasins and a sort of kilt or petticoat made of feathers and deer-skin. His hair, also decorated with feathers, extended to his waist, and he wore a string of odds and ends round his neck: gla.s.s beads, teeth, bits of metal, coins, and b.u.t.tons. He carried a broad-bladed spear nearly eight feet high in one hand, and an enormous club in the other, while from his neck or shoulders hung bow, quiver, tomahawk, and two knives.

Head, who spoke the Algonquin dialect perfectly well, bade him give some account of himself, and he replied, in a voice whose mildness scarcely fitted his fierce and repulsive appearance, that he had ridden down from his camp near Presque Isle (in Maine) to guide a Yankee fur-trader across the New Brunswick boundary, and had now been waiting two days on the chance of a similar job for his return journey.

"Who did you suppose would be likely to be going up there from _here_?" asked the soldier suspiciously.

"There are many French people who come from here to buy our furs. Is it not true?" The new guide turned fiercely on the Delawares for confirmation, and they nodded, making little effort to disguise their fear of him. Hitherto they had generally shown themselves cool-headed enough, but in the presence of this forest savage they seemed afraid to say that their souls were their own.

Head reflected that he was becoming very tired of the river, and further, that it might now be frozen hard any day. Moreover, it was but a roundabout way of travelling compared to the forest, which, being only of pine and spruce, offered none of the obstructions of the creeper-clad woods farther south. Could he hire or buy horses?

he asked of a negro working close at hand. Ay, any number of them; mustangs were being brought over the boundary every day by enterprising Americans, and could be bought for a couple of pounds a head.

"Very well, then." The Major turned to the Cree again. "Call for me at the inn to-morrow morning at nine, and I shall be ready to start."

Arrangements were soon made as to horses, and Head, who had not slept without his clothes for a week, and might not see a Christian bed for weeks to come, went off to his room, resolved upon at least one night's good rest. Coming down to his breakfast in the morning, he found that his man had put out, cleaned, and loaded a pair of pistols for him.

"Beg pardon, Major; most disreputable-looking party that guide, sir."

"Well--yes; we don't want to know too many of his sort. We'll keep an eye on him in case he has some idea of leading us into an ambush; but don't let him imagine that we suspect him."

Head had finished his breakfast and was strolling into the yard at the back of the house to see if the horses were ready, when a violent uproar arose in the bar, which was at the other end of the pa.s.sage: women screaming and running hither and thither, loafers shouting and laughing. Yielding to natural curiosity, he turned back along this pa.s.sage and was just in time to see a stranger sight than he had ever witnessed in all his six-and-thirty years. There, gesticulating, stammering, and struggling, was the terrible Indian of the day before, and, behind him, one hand firmly grasping his long hair, the other buffeting him liberally over head and ears, was the landlady--a st.u.r.dy Irishwoman--who was "helping him into the street," at the same time expressing her opinion of him with great volubility. In her wake followed two chamber-maids, each armed with a mop, and from one of them the traveller learned that the Indian had already been forbidden to enter the house on account of his drunken and riotous behaviour there two days earlier.

"We only keep one manservant, and he's frightened of him, so Missis had to take him in hand," explained the girl cheerfully.

The valiant brave made no second attempt to enter the inn, and stood meekly by his horse till the travellers were ready, and Head--with difficulty keeping a straight face--bade him lead on. They were soon riding at a good level pace along the forest track, which, by its narrowness and few signs of recent use, did not promise a meeting with many travelling companions. At first the Indian only answered curtly to the remarks addressed to him, but, little by little, he forgot the insult to his dignity and had become quite chatty by the time they stopped to rest the horses and eat the dinner which they had brought with them. He said they would pa.s.s no more inns--no more white habitations of any sort, in fact--till they came to the United States boundary, and but very few then; and no Indian camps that side of Presque Isle, which was still forty-five miles distant. From there the travellers could, if they chose, journey as far as the St. Lawrence with a party of Crees who would soon be starting away for the winter hunting, and who would show them where they could get a boat across the estuary.

They rode another twenty miles before sunset, and then halted for the night. While the Indian was making the fire he several times glanced round him to windward and sniffed the air suspiciously.

"There will be snow before morning," he said; and indeed, during the past hour there had been well-nigh an Arctic chill in the air, though it still wanted a week or two of the beginning of winter. That snow was coming was bad hearing; not that two men, who had often slept practically under water during the war in Spain, were likely to s.h.i.+rk one night in the snow; but because they had not troubled to bring many provisions, being unwilling to hamper themselves and relying on finding abundance of game in the forest.

If a heavy snow should come, the chances of killing anything fit to eat would be diminished tenfold, for hares, rabbits, and squirrels would stay at home; and further, the journey towards a district where they were safe to meet with plenty of animals (elk, caribou, etc., that had just migrated to the forest from farther north) would occupy thrice the time they had allowed for it.

"You and I must take watch and watch to-night," said Head to his servant, not unmindful, in face of new dangers, of the likelihood of their guide's playing them false. "We don't want any of this good man's 'surprises'; if you turn in when you've had your supper, I'll call you soon after midnight and we'll change guard."

Immediately after supper the Indian rolled himself in his blanket and Head was left to amuse himself. When his man roused him at six the next morning, he found the ground more than a foot deep in snow, and the Indian, who was just returning from filling the breakfast kettle from the stream hard by, greeted him with the news that the ice was several inches thick. But, he added, there would be no fear of famine; they would have sport enough before the day was out.

"What sport?"

"Wolves!" The Cree smacked his lips as if he were speaking of a Mansion House banquet.

"Ah! Then that is what I heard just as I was falling asleep."

"Most likely; their track lies all round our camp; not close, for they feared our fire."

"Is there more snow to come, do you think?" None was falling now.

"Not unless the wind gets up again. But we ought soon to be moving; it will be bad going for the horses."

The hardy little mustangs seemed not a whit the worse for their snowy bed, and stepped out bravely as soon as they were mounted. But Head pulled a long face as he remembered how little corn he had brought with him; truly the cobbler's wife was going the worst shod; he who had control of the entire military commissariat for that district had left the food for his men and horses to chance, on a journey of sixty miles, twenty-five of which had still to be covered! Of course, the pace they made was wretched, for the snow was fetlock-deep at the best; and, at the worst, it had risen to drifts of ten feet, which had to be dodged or skirted. Three miles an hour was the utmost that could be expected, making allowances for everything; and by the time the horses had gone twelve miles, it was clear that they must have a rest.

"So our next meal is to be wolf, eh?" said Head as he surveyed a lump of salt beef of which none would be left when three men with frost-sharpened appet.i.tes had eaten their fill. The Indian nodded.

"And they are not far away; I have heard them for the last hour. The horses can smell them now; you will find that they will not touch their oats." This was true; two of the tethered animals crouched s.h.i.+veringly, disdaining their food, while the third strained at his halter as though he meditated flight.

"What does it matter?" said the Cree. "We have but thirteen miles to go; we shall be at our camp soon after dark, and my people will be as brothers to you. As for the wolves--" he laughed boastfully--"I will kill them by the dozen if need be."

"Yes; we've seen something of your bravery before," said the Major in English. He divided the one remaining loaf and the meat into three equal parts. "You two can do as you like; I shall only eat half my share now."

The servant followed his example, but the Indian was resolved that the future should take care of itself. He had scarcely swallowed his last mouthful when he started up.

"Mount! Quick! They are coming!"

"Then what's the good of mounting, you infernal coward?" said the Major, s.n.a.t.c.hing up his gun. "We can't race wolves."

The guide made no answer; but, slipping his horse's halter, vaulted to his back, and might have ridden away but that Head turned his gun-barrel on him.

"You stay where you are.... Now, Sanders, we must keep them off the horses if we can. Fire the moment they show their noses, and trust to their eating up their brothers while we----_Look out!_"

A pack of over forty wolves came yelping through the trees, with a strange, bouncing motion which showed that even they were seriously impeded by the snow.

"Fire; and keep one eye on the redskin," muttered Head.

A wolf went down before the servant's first barrel and, from the break in their ranks, several of the others appeared to be falling on the carcase. A second and third and fourth fell to the guns; but the wolves had smelt horse-flesh, and neither noise nor gunpowder nor dead comrades could keep them from following up the scent. The two white men reloaded, fired, and loaded again with the coolness habitual with soldiers; but it was plain enough that the pack would not be kept off much longer.

"I'm afraid we shall have to give up the horses after all," said Head, as the foremost wolves bounded contemptuously past or over the last of their number that had been shot.

"Why do you not mount?" bawled the Indian in his ear. Head had forgotten his existence for the moment. "That is the only way to save your horse. You have had your play; let me show you what the red man can do." As he finished speaking he methodically pulled his quiver forward and began to pour arrows into the howling pack more swiftly than the eye could follow them, every one of them carrying death to a wolf.

"Up, Sanders, and use your pistols! By Jingo, that fellow was right!"

shouted Head as he leapt into his saddle.

"You see? It is quite easy," remarked the Indian with as much _sang-froid_ as though he were at target-practice. "When I have emptied my quiver they will all be dead; if not, I have my lance.

Don't waste any more of your powder." And all the while he went on shooting.

The soldiers could do little but stare at the man's amazing coolness; he who had writhed and screamed when attacked by an irate Irishwoman, was now killing wolves at the rate of about twelve per minute, and the only time he broke off from his task was to draw his knife and stab that one of the wolves that was bold enough to venture a spring at his horse. It was plain enough that he had known what he was talking about when he counselled mounting the horses. Wolves that would tear an unridden horse to shreds would not dare touch one that was mounted, unless they were maddened by hunger; and so early in winter this could hardly be the case.

"Yah! Now run away, cowards, and tell your brethren to come," shrieked the Cree, when, without waiting for his last few shots, the remaining dozen wolves turned tail and skulked away. Then Head stretched out his hand and patted the blanketed shoulder.