attacked by bandits—a sad death and a sudden rescue.
it was well that we had been warned not to go beyond the camp, for there happened at that time to be abroad on the prairies a band of miscreants who would certainly have shot whoever they had caught straying. the band was composed of white men—that class of white men who, throwing off all moral and social restraints, give themselves up to the practice of every species of iniquity, fearing neither god nor man. they were, in short, a band of robbers and cut-throats, whose special business at that time was hunting buffalo, but who were not averse to sell their services to any nation that chanced to be at war, or to practice simple robbery when opportunity offered.
these men held the opinion that indians were “vermin,” to exterminate which was commendable. when, therefore, they discovered our camp by the light of the fires, they rode towards it with the utmost caution, taking advantage of every bush and knoll until our sentinels observed them. then they rushed upon us like a hurricane, sending a volley of bullets before them.
several of our men fell, mortally wounded. our sentinels ran in, and a wild attempt at defence was made; but it was in vain, we had been taken completely by surprise, and, as the only chance of safety, our party scattered in all directions, each man making for the nearest woods.
only big otter, salamander, and i remained beside the camp-fires, resolved to defend our helpless females or die with them. this brought about a most unexpected turn of affairs, for the villains were so eager to hunt and kill the flying indians, that every man went in hot pursuit of a fugitive, leaving us for the moment absolutely alone!
we were not slow in taking advantage of this. although at the onset some of our terrified horses broke their fastenings and galloped away, others remained quiet. among these last i observed, were my own horse and that of salamander, which i have already said were splendid animals.
scarcely believing our good fortune, we all bounded towards these. in a moment i had mounted. eve seized my hand, put her foot on my toe, and, with a light spring, seated herself behind me. big otter, vaulting on salamander’s steed, swung eve’s mother up behind him.
“catch another horse—there are plenty good enough for a light weight like you, salamander,” said i, as i put my horse to its utmost speed.
salamander was not slow to obey, but had scarcely mounted when a loud halloo told that our action had been observed. i did not look back. one consuming idea filled my mind, and that was to save eve liston. that the miscreants who now thundered after us would show us no mercy i felt well assured, and plied the heavy thong i carried with all my might. the noble steed did not require that. it strained every muscle to the uttermost.
i felt cheered to observe that big otter kept well up with me, and could hear that salamander was not far behind.
we now felt that our only hope, under god, lay in the superiority of our horses, and for some time we listened to the pattering of the hoofs behind us with intense anxiety. soon i began to fancy that we were distancing them, and ere long we became sure of this, at least as to the most of our pursuers, but there was one who kept drawing closer and closer.
presently a shot was fired and a bullet whizzed close past my head.
at that moment big otter reined up so violently as to throw his horse almost on its haunches. i checked my speed but did not rein up. looking back, i saw my indian friend wheel round, raise his gun to his shoulder and fire. the moon was bright, and i could see that the man who had been closing with us dropped to the ground. whether he was killed or only wounded we did not wait to ascertain, but dashed on again as fast as ever. we soon drew rein, however, on observing that the fall of our pursuer had checked his companions. on reaching him they halted, dismounted, and finally gave up the chase. we soon left them out of sight behind us, but still we held on at a hand-gallop, resolved to put as much distance as possible between us before encamping.
during all this exciting chase waboose’s mother had clung to her stalwart support with the uncomplaining patience of indian women; but we were deeply concerned to find on halting that she was too much exhausted to dismount and that blood was trickling from her lips. indeed, she would have fallen to the ground if big otter had not caught her in his arms.
“are you wounded, mother?” exclaimed eve, going down on her knees, seizing one of the poor woman’s hands and kissing it tenderly.
“no, waboose, but i think there is something wrong here.” she pressed her breast gently and coughed up some blood.
“she is quite worn out,” said i. “come, big otter, let us carry her to a more comfortable place, and make a fire. a cup of tea will soon revive her.”
i spoke cheerily, with a view to comfort eve, but i confess that great anxiety filled me when i looked at the poor woman’s wan face and emaciated frame. the blood, too, appeared to me a fatal symptom, though i had but a hazy idea of everything relating to disease.
the place we had selected for our encampment was a dense mass of forest which covered the prairie in that part to an extent of about two square miles. near the outer margin of this patch there was a curious steep mound which rose so high that from the top of it one could see over the surrounding trees. it rose somewhat in the form of a cone with a flat space at the apex of not more than twenty feet in diameter. on the outer rim of this apex was a fringe of rocks and low bushes. it was, in fact, a natural fortress, which seemed so suitable for us in our circumstances that we at once set about making our camp on the top of it. we took care, however, to kindle our fire in the lowest-lying and densest thicket we could find at the foot of the mound. we also made the fire as small and free from smoke as possible, for fear of attracting any one to the spot.
while i was busy down in the dell preparing the tea, salamander having been left to take care of the camp on the mound, big otter came to me. i was alarmed by the solemn expression of his face.
“nothing wrong, i hope?” said i, anxiously.
“the wife of weeum the good is dying,” said the indian, mournfully.
“oh! say not so,” i exclaimed, “how dreadful to poor waboose if this were to happen just now! you must be mistaken.”
“big otter may be mistaken. he is not a medicine-man, but he saw a young girl of his tribe with the same look and the same flow of blood from the mouth, and she died.”
“god forbid!” i exclaimed, as i took up the kettle in which the tea was being made. “see, it is ready, i will take it to her. it may at least revive her.”
i hurried to the top of the mound, where poor eve sat by the couch of brush we had spread, holding her mother’s hand and gazing into her face with painful anxiety. she looked up hastily as i approached, and held up a finger.
“does she sleep?” i asked, in a low voice, as i seated myself beside the couch and set down the kettle.
“yes—i think so—but—”
she stopped, for at the moment her mother opened her eyes, and looked wistfully round.
“weeum!” she murmured, in a faint voice. “i thought i heard him speak.”
“no, dear mother,” said eve, beginning to weep silently. “your spirit was in the land of dreams.”
“see,” said i, pouring some hot tea into a cup and stirring it. “i have brought you some of the pale-faces’ sweet-water. i always carry a little of it about with me when i go hunting, and had some in my wallet when we started on this wild race. was it not fortunate? come, take a little, it will strengthen you, mother.”
it was the first time i had called her mother, and i did so from a feeling of tenderness, for she seemed to me at the time certainly to be dying; but she misunderstood my meaning, for she looked at me with pleased surprise, and then laughed very softly as she glanced at eve. i perceived, however, from the innocent look of inquiry returned by the latter, that she did not understand her.
after taking some of the tea, the poor woman revived, and i whispered to her daughter,— “don’t you think it might please her to see the little picture?”
“perhaps. i am not sure. yes, give it to me. i will show it, but say nothing about my father’s writing or wishes. i have not yet been able to speak to her.”
to our disappointment she could make nothing of the portrait. perhaps the moonlight was insufficient, though very bright, but it is more probable that her sight was even then failing.
“what is that?” said eve, with a startled look, pointing at something behind me.
i turned sharply round, and beheld a column of bright flame shooting high up into the night-air. an exclamation of bitter chagrin escaped me, for i knew well what it was. after i had got the fire kindled down in the thicket on our arrival, i had noticed that i had laid it close to the roots of a dead fir-tree, the branches of which were covered to the top with a species of dried moss. at the time i knew that there was danger in this, but as our fire was to be very small, and to be extinguished the moment we were done with it, i had allowed it to remain rather than be at the trouble of shifting and rekindling it. i afterwards found that big otter had left the fire in charge of salamander, and gone to shift the position of the horses; and salamander had left it to fetch water from a neighbouring spring. thus left to itself, the fire took advantage of the chance to blaze up; the moss on the dead tree had caught fire, and the instantaneous result was a blaze that told of our whereabouts to whoever might be on the look-out within ten or fifteen miles of us in every direction.
immediately afterwards big otter and salamander came leaping into our fortress.
“what is to be done now?” i asked, in a tone of deep mortification.
“i would say mount and fly,” replied the indian, “if it were not for her.” he pointed to the dying woman as he spoke.
“it is quite out of the question,” said i. “she cannot be moved.”
“the pale-face talks wisdom,” said big otter. “we must put the place in a state of defence, and watch instead of sleep.”
a deep sigh from salamander told that the proposed mode of spending the night was most unsatisfactory.
having no other resource left, however, we at once set about our task.
a number of large loose stones lay about on the little plateau that crowned our mound. these we rolled close to the edge of it, and ranging them in line with those that were already there, formed a sort of breastwork all round. our three guns we had of course brought with us, as well as ammunition, and as mine was a double-barrelled fowling-piece we had thus four shots at command at any moment. the weapons being already charged, we placed ourselves at three points of our circle and prepared for a weary watch.
the blaze of the burning fir-tree soon went out, and there were fortunately no other dead trees at hand to be kindled by it. the moon had also become obscured with clouds, so that we were left in comparative darkness. the dead silence which it was needful to maintain, and the occasional murmur of the dying woman rendered our position eerie and sad in the extreme.
at such times, when danger threatens and everything that is calculated to solemnise surrounds one, thought is apt to be very busy; and often, in such circumstances, the mind is more prone to be occupied with distant scenes and persons than with those near at hand. ere long the sick woman appeared to have fallen asleep, and her daughter was seated in perfect silence by her side. no sound whatever fell upon my listening ear, for the night was intensely calm, and in spite of my efforts to resist it, my thoughts strayed away to the home in “the old country”; to scenes of boyhood, and to the kind old father, who used, as a term of endearment, to call me “punch.”
a slight motion on the part of salamander recalled me, and, by way of rousing myself to the necessity of present watchfulness, i examined the priming of my gun. then it occurred to me that a bullet, if fired at a foe in the dark, would be very unlikely to hit; i, therefore, drew both charges, and loaded with buckshot instead. you see, thought i, there is no absolute necessity to kill any one. all i can possibly wish to do is to disable, and big shot is more likely to do that without killing, than bullets.
while thus engaged the clouds rolled off the moon, and i saw my companions clearly, sitting like statues at their posts. in a few minutes i heard the sweet, low voice of eve. she was speaking to her mother. as i sat there and observed her fair hair and skin, and recalled (for i could not just then see) her blue eyes, i found it difficult to believe that there was even a drop of indian blood in her veins. “not that i object to indian blood,” i said to myself, mentally, in self-justification, “by no means. indians are god’s creatures as well as white men, and many of them are a great deal better creatures than many white men, but—”
at this point my mental remarks ceased, for i observed, to my surprise, that eve opened a small book, and from the continuous tone of her voice, i knew that she was reading.
“it must be the testament,” thought i, “which poor liston mentioned in his manuscript as having been obtained from a hunter.”
the voice became more distinct as she proceeded, and i could make out that she read the english slowly and with great difficulty, and then translated it into indian to her mother.
“god so loved the world,” she read with peculiar emphasis, and paused, as if wishing to impress the blessed truth, “that he gave his only-begotten son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish but have everlasting life.”
she closed the book at this point and i observed that she bent over the sick woman a long time.
suddenly there arose on the still night-air a low wail, so deep—so suggestive of a breaking heart, that i sprang up and leaped to the girl’s side.
there was no occasion to ask what had occurred. the mother lay there dead, with the jaw dropped and the glazing eyes staring at the sky. kneeling down i gently closed the eyes, and with a napkin bound up the face. big otter glided towards us, followed by salamander. one glance sufficed. they cast a look of pity at the orphan, who, with her face on her knees, sobbed as if her heart would break. then, without a word, they glided back to their posts. i turned to eve and took her hand.
“dear girl,” i began—but she checked me.
“go,” she said, “danger may be near; your post is unguarded.”
raising her hand to my lips i left her without a word, and resumed my watch. again profound silence reigned around, broken only now and then by an irrepressible sob from eve.
some hours afterwards—i knew not how many, for i had been half asleep—big otter came to me.
“we may not stay here,” he said. “come, i need your help.”
without reply i rose and followed. it was still very dark. he went to where the body of the indian woman lay. it was cold and stiff by that time. in passing i noticed that poor eve acted as sentinel for big otter—occupied his post and held his gun.
i found that a shallow grave had been hollowed out close to where the corpse lay.
understanding at once the purpose for which i had been called, i kneeled at the head while the indian kneeled at the feet. grasping the shoulders carefully i waited for a word or look from big otter, but instead he turned his head to one side and uttered the single word,—“come!”
eve glided instantly towards us, went down on her knees, and printed a long passionate kiss on the cold forehead. then the indian looked at me, and we lifted the body into the grave. eve spread a blanket carefully over it, and at once left us to resume her post at the breastwork, while we covered in the grave with earth and dead leaves.
we had barely accomplished this duty when a loud report rudely broke the silence of the night, and a rushing of feet was heard at the foot of the mound. leaping to my post, i instantly fired one of the barrels of my gun. several fierce cries followed, showing that the buckshot had taken effect, and from the nature of the cries we at once perceived that our assailants were white men. i purposely reserved my second barrel, for my comrades, having also fired, were swiftly reloading, and, therefore, defenceless.
it was well that i did so, for two men, who had not been in the first rush, now came up the mound at a run. aiming right between them, i fired and shot them both. they fell with hideous cries, and, rolling head over heels down the steep ascent, went crashing into the bushes.
“they are the men from whom we have just escaped,” said i to big otter; but my indian friend was so elated by the success of my shot and withal so excited by the fray, that instead of answering, he gave vent to a terrific war-whoop in true indian style.
the attacking party had come on in front from the direction of the plains. to my consternation, big otter’s war cry was replied to in our rear. turning quickly, i saw the dark forms of several savages running up the slope of our fortress. these, like the white men, had been attracted to us by our column of fire. i was going to send a charge of buckshot amongst them, when my indian friend stopped me.
“let them come,” he said, quickly. “they and the white men are sworn foes. be ready to follow me.”
this last was said to all of us, for we had instinctively drawn to the centre of our plateau with the idea of fighting back to back with the foes who surrounded us. again we heard the white men charging up the front of our little hill, but, before they reached the top, a dozen savages had leaped into our enclosure.
“help! against the pale-face dogs,” cried big otter, pointing his gun, and firing at them as they came up.
a wild war-whoop rang out from the indians, who were only too ready to accept the invitation to fight the pale-faces. a defiant cheer burst in reply from the white men, who were equally eager for the fray.
“come!” whispered big otter at this point.
we had no difficulty in slipping away at the rear unperceived amid the din and smoke, and ran to where our horses had been tied. mounting, like squirrels, we went off like the wind in the direction of the open prairie, and soon left our little fortress far behind us, with the redskins and the pale-faces fighting on the top of it like wild cats!
