somewhere off to the east the mississippi river was running down through the great valley to the sea; and la salle’s determination to find it deepened with his discouragements. but first they must make the location near the sea habitable as a supply station for further exploration. to that end a rude fort had been erected near where they had landed, and joutel with part of the company had been left in charge while la salle explored the neighborhood. soon he came upon a site a little farther up the river which seemed more suitable for a permanent fort; and so he sent back word to joutel to square timbers ready for the new building and join him later at this upper location.
in these widespread sandy plains of the southland there was no high rock like that of fort st. louis on the illinois. but there was a rising hill near the river, and here with his own hands la salle laid the outline of the fort and directed its construction. the new fort took rapid shape; and la salle, after his favorite saint, called it fort st. louis, and he named the inlet where they landed the bay of st. louis.
out of squared timbers the men built a large dwelling and divided it into apartments. around this they built a palisade, and set up the eight precious cannon. it was a pleasant location. the river bathed the foot of the hill on the north and northeast and ran on down to the bay. across the river was a marshy tract where birds innumerable sang in their season. to the west and southwest, crossed and recrossed by herds of shaggy buffalo, the plains stretched as far as the eye could reach.
here and there were little groups of trees, including many which remained green the whole year through. from a distance these bits of foliage gave to the lonely colonists the pleasing picture of the groves about country homes in far-away france. in their imaginings they seemed to see the country peopled by white settlers instead of the indians who prowled about the new settlement and sometimes fell upon their wandering hunters.
the colony had grown steadily smaller: during the summer more than thirty had died of sickness; some had been killed by the indians; and a few had deserted. among the sick was the abbé cavelier. la salle, consumed with the desire to hunt for his lost river, only waited for his brother to recover sufficiently to go with him. by fall the priest was well, the fort was established, and la salle made ready to go. but before he departed he called joutel aside and gave him charge of the colony, with careful instructions not to receive any of the exploring party if they should come back unless they brought a letter from la salle himself containing the password: “in the name of the very blessed trinity.” then as october of 1685 drew to a close, la salle, with his brother and a goodly number of men, amid the firing of cannon, set out along the bay with all of the canoes and the bark la belle to seek what they might find to the eastward.
joutel, who had been left with thirty-four persons,—men, women, and children,—kept them all busy. some he sent out as hunters and others he put to carrying wood and completing their dwellings and storehouses. now and then indians were seen, but they did not come near the fort. for their better protection joutel divided the night into watches and with great care posted sentinels—a duty which even the women shared. weeks passed and the new year came upon them; and still la salle had not returned.
one evening in the middle of january the men and women, in from their work, were gathered within the palisaded house on the hill, when suddenly the sentinel cried out to them that he heard a voice calling from the river. in great haste the men ran out of the house and down to the shore. out on the water they could see the outlines of a canoe and in it one lone man, who called out at the twinkling lights of the settlement, “dominick!”
dominick was the younger of the duhaut brothers; and as the voyager neared the shore the men from the fort saw that he was the elder duhaut who had set out with la salle nearly three months before. now he was returning alone, and so joutel questioned him closely. had he a letter from la salle? no. joutel pondered. “let no one come back to the fort unless he brings a letter from me with the password in it,” la salle had said in parting. should he turn duhaut away again into the wilderness, or should he throw him into irons until the return of the leader? it was a puzzling predicament which confronted joutel; but at least he might listen to the man’s story. when duhaut had finally told of his adventures, the good-hearted joutel saw nothing wrong in taking him in again as a member of the garrison.
la salle, so said duhaut, had coasted along the shore with canoes and the belle for many days. once he sent out a party of six to reconnoiter the land. they did not return, and later a search party found their dead bodies along the shore where indians had massacred them. la salle was discouraged but not completely disheartened. gathering meat on shore and drying it for preservation, he loaded it with other provisions on board the belle, and ordered a portion of his men to stay on the ship and remain out in the bay until his return. then with twenty men he went ashore, sunk his canoes, and trailed inland—still hoping to come upon the great river.
the elder duhaut was one of this exploring party, as was also moranget, who had orders from la salle to bring up the rear. now it so happened that duhaut’s knapsack and shoes were in bad condition and he stopped to mend them. moranget, coming up, urged him to move on; and duhaut in turn asked moranget to wait for him. moranget, however, would not stop, but passed on with the rest of the company. finally when duhaut looked up he found no one in sight. with hurried steps he followed in the direction his companions had taken. when night fell he was still alone in a plain full of weeds and buffalo tracks, but with no sign of men. he fired his gun, but nothing save the echo answered the report. at last he lay down under the open sky to sleep.
when morning came duhaut rose with fresh hope and fired again several times; but there was no answer. he was lost. all that day and night he remained near the same spot, hoping that some of the party might return to find him. at length, when no one came, he determined to hunt his way back to fort st. louis. leagues of wilderness lay between him and the fort, and he well knew that in every clump of trees might lurk hostile indians.
each day he lay in fear and suspense, hiding under logs and underbrush; and by night he stumbled on toward home. his provisions gave out and he must kill game for food—each time with difficulty and in great danger of discovery by the indians. weeks of this nightly wandering passed before he finally reached the place where la salle had sunk the canoes. laboriously he raised one of the boats from its watery bed, and in it paddled on down the bay. when the wind blew he hoisted his shirt for a sail. at last he reached the fort after he had been a month on the way, miraculously escaping death from indian foes and suffering almost incredible hardships. joutel could not find it in his heart to refuse to accept the man. he contented himself with watching him carefully for a few days, but saw nothing to arouse suspicion or displeasure.
a favorite post of joutel’s was the housetop, from which he could see in every direction. it was from this lookout, about two months after duhaut’s return, that he saw, far off across the plains, a little group of men. hurrying down he gathered a few of his men, put them under arms, and advanced to see who the newcomers might be. they were la salle, the abbé, moranget, and five or six others. their clothes were ragged and worn beyond description. scarcely a hat was there in the party or a whole garment, and the abbé’s cassock hung upon him in tatters.
la salle had sent some of his men to find the belle. on the day after la salle’s return, they, too, came to the fort and reported that they could not find the ship. later it was learned that the bark had run aground and the crew had been forced to desert it. thus the last one of the ships was gone and with it the hope of going to the west indies for aid.
la salle had traveled far, but he had found little to encourage him in his journeyings. yet like a will-o’-the-wisp the desire to find the river would not let him rest. hardly a month did he tarry at the fort. it was during this month that tonty was at the mouth of the mississippi hunting with heavy heart for his lost leader.
by the end of april, la salle again ventured forth with a score of men, this time on foot. again the abbé and moranget were of the party; and with them were dominick duhaut, a german buccaneer named hiens, a surgeon, and a dozen others fitted by constitution for hardship and danger.
once more joutel was left in charge of the settlement which thrived under his hand. all about the house he planted grain and vegetables and melons. he repaired the buildings, and here and there trained climbing vines. father membré kept a vegetable garden of his own. game being fairly plentiful, gabriel barbier was sent out as head of the hunting-parties, and some of the women and girls went along to help dress the game. at the fort there was target practice, and prizes were offered for marksmanship. being somewhat limited in ammunition, joutel instructed those who dressed the game on the hunt to search for the bullet; and often the same ball was used to bring down several animals.
sometimes the hunters had encounters with the indians and once several of the men were wounded; yet withal they were little molested. when in the house at night the company kept in good cheer with music and dancing. thus the summer of 1686 passed comfortably enough.
not until august did la salle come back; and when he did come it was with only a fragment of his band. a part of his men had become separated from the rest and never returned—and the younger duhaut was one of the lost. this time la salle brought back with him five horses, and reported that he had traveled to the northeast as far as the villages of the cenis indians. but he had not found the mississippi river.
the undaunted leader now made plans to gather a party which, with provisions and supplies loaded on the five horses he had bought, would make for fort st. louis, on the illinois river, where tonty and his men were waiting, and thence go on to canada and france to bring aid and supplies to the colony on the gulf. he asked joutel to join the party, while gabriel barbier was put in charge of the fort and the men and women who remained there.
he was a man with a story—this gabriel barbier. about eight years before, while in the service of la salle, he had been persuaded by other men to desert with them. la salle went on out to the illinois country, built fort crèvec?ur, and in the spring of 1680 went back to canada for supplies. that summer barbier came to him begging to be taken back, and la salle consented. he had gone down the great river with his leader in 1682 and had been a valuable member of the party; and now, after being further tried by the experiences of the expedition to the gulf, he was placed by his leader in a position of trust and power.
