Among the Red-skins.
by W.H.G. Kingston.
CHAPTER ONE.
MISSING.
AN UNEXPECTED RETURN--HUGH IS ABSENT--NO KNOWLEDGE OF HIS WHEREABOUTS-- UNCLE DONALD"S APPREHENSIONS--A HURRIED SUPPER, AND PREPARATIONS FOR A SEARCH.
"Hugh, my lad! Hugh, run and tell Madge we have come back," cried Uncle Donald, as he and I entered the house on our return, one summer"s evening, from a hunting excursion in search of deer or any other game we could come across, accompanied by three of our dogs, Whiskey, Pilot, and Muskymote.
As he spoke, he unstrapped from his shoulders a heavy load of caribou meat. I, having a similar load, did the same--mine was lighter than his--and, Hugh not appearing, I went to the door and again called. No answer came.
"Rose, my bonnie Rose! Madge, I say! Madge! Where are you all?"
shouted Uncle Donald, while he hung his rifle, with his powder-horn and shot-pouch, in their accustomed places on the wall.
On glancing round the room he seemed somewhat vexed to perceive that no preparations had been made for supper, which we expected to have found ready for us. It was seldom, however, that he allowed himself to be put out. I think I can see him now--his countenance, though weather-beaten and furrowed by age, wearing its usual placid and benignant expression; while his long silvery beard and the white locks which escaped from beneath his Highland bonnet gave him an especially venerable appearance.
His dress was a plaid shooting-coat, and high leggings of well-tanned leather, ornamented with fringe after the fashion of the Indians.
Upright as an arrow, with broad shoulders and wiry frame, he stood upwards of six feet in his moca.s.sins, nor did he appear to have lost anything of the strength and energy of youth.
As no one appeared, I ran round to the back of the house, thinking that Rose and Madge, accompanied by Hugh, had gone to bring in the milk, which it was the duty of Sandy McTavish to draw from our cows, and that he, for some cause or other, being later than usual, they had been delayed. I was not mistaken. I presently met them, Madge carrying the pails, and Rose, a fair-haired, blue-eyed little maiden, tripping lightly beside her. She certainly presented a great contrast in appearance to the gaunt, dark-skinned Indian woman, whose features, through sorrow and hardship, had become prematurely old. I inquired for Hugh.
"Is he not with you?" asked Rose, in a tone of some little alarm. "He went off two hours ago, saying that he should be sure to fall in with you, and would a.s.sist in bringing home the game you might have killed."
"Yes, Hugh would go. What he will he do," said the Indian woman, in the peculiar way of speaking used by most of her people.
"He felt so much better in the afternoon that he was eager to go out and help you," said Rose. "He thought that Uncle Donald would not be angry with him, though he had told him to remain at home."
We soon got back to the house. When Uncle Donald heard where Hugh had gone, though he expressed no anger, he looked somewhat troubled. He waited until Rose had gone out of the room, then he said to me--
"I noticed, about four miles from home, as we went out in the morning, the marks of a "grizzly," which had been busy grubbing up a rotten log, but as his trail appeared to lead away up the mountains to the eastward I did not think it worth my while to chase him; and you having just before separated from me, I forgot to mention the fact when you came back. But vexed would I be if Hugh should have fallen in with the brute. He"s too venturesome at times; and if he fired and only wounded it, I doubt it would be a bad job for him. Don"t you let Rose hear a word about the "grizzly," Archie," he hastily added, as she re-entered the room.
Both Madge and Rose were, however, very anxious when they found that Hugh had not returned with us. There was still an hour or so of daylight, and we did not therefore abandon the hope that he would return before dark. Uncle Donald and I were both very hungry, for we had been in active exercise the whole of the day, and had eaten nothing.
Madge knowing this set about preparing supper with all haste. She could not, however, help running to the door every now and then to ascertain if Hugh were coming. At length Sandy McTavish came in. He was something like Uncle Donald in figure, but though not so old, even more wiry and gaunt, looking as if he were made of bone and sinews covered with parchment.
He at once volunteered to set out and look for Hugh.
"Wait till we get our supper, and Archie and I will go too. What"s the use of man or boy with an empty stomach?" said Uncle Donald.
""Deed an" that"s true," observed Sandy, helping himself from the trencher which stood in the centre of the table. "It"s a peety young Red Squirrel isna" here; he would ha" been a grand help if Maister Hugh"s missin". But I"m thinkin" he"s no far off, sir. He"ll have shot some beast likely, and be trying to trail it hame; it wud be a shame to him to hae lost his way! I canna believe that o" Maister Hugh."
Sandy said this while we were finishing our supper, when, taking down our rifles, with fresh ammunition, and bidding Rose and Madge "cheer up," we three set out in search of Hugh.
Fortunately the days were long, and we might still hope to discover his track before darkness closed upon the world.
CHAPTER TWO.
AN INDIAN RAID.
SCENE OF THE STORY--HISTORY OF ARCHIE AND HUGH--A JOURNEY ACROSS THE PRAIRIE--A VILLAGE BURNT BY THE INDIANS--UNCLE DONALD PURSUES THE BLACKFEET--ARRIVAL AT THE INDIAN CAMP.
But where did the scene just described occur? And who were the actors?
Take a map of the world, run your eye over the broad Atlantic, up the mighty St. Lawrence, across the great lakes of Canada, then along well-nigh a thousand miles of prairie, until the Rocky Mountains are reached, beyond which lies British Columbia, a region of lakes, rivers, and streams, of lofty, rugged, and precipitous heights, the further sh.o.r.es washed by the Pacific Ocean.
On the bank of one of the many affluents of its chief river--the Fraser--Uncle Donald had established a location, called Clearwater, far removed from the haunts of civilised man. In front of the house flowed the ever-bright current (hence the name of the farm), on the opposite side of which rose rugged pine-crowned heights; to the left were others of similar alt.i.tude, a sparkling torrent running amid them into the main stream. Directly behind, extending some way back, was a level prairie, interspersed with trees and bordered by a forest extending up the sides of the variously shaped hills; while eastward, when lighted by the rays of the declining sun, numberless snow-capped peaks, tinged with a roseate hue, could be seen in the far distance. Horses and cattle fed on the rich gra.s.s of the well-watered meadows, and a few acres brought under cultivation produced wheat, Indian corn, barley, and oats sufficient for the wants of the establishment.
Such was the spot which Uncle Donald, who had won the friendship of the Sushwap tribe inhabiting the district, had some years ago fixed on as his abode. He had formerly been an officer in the Hudson"s Bay Company, but had, for some reason or other, left their service. Loving the country in which he had spent the best years of his life, and where he had met with the most strange and romantic adventures, he had determined to make it his home. He had not, however, lost all affection for the land of his birth, or for his relatives and friends, and two years before the time I speak of he had unexpectedly appeared at the Highland village from which, when a young man, more than a quarter of a century before, he had set out to seek his fortune. Many of his relatives and the friends of his youth were dead, and he seemed, in consequence, to set greater value on those who remained, who gave him an affectionate reception. Among them was my mother, his niece, who had been a little blooming girl when he went away, but was now a staid matron, with a large family.
My father, Mr Morton, was a minister, but having placed himself under the directions of a Missionary Society, he was now waiting in London until it was decided in what part of the world he should commence his labours among the heathen. My two elder brothers were already out in the world--one as a surgeon, the other in business--and I had a fancy for going to sea.
"Let Archie come with me," said Uncle Donald. "I will put him in the way of doing far better than he ever can knocking about on salt water; and as for adventures, he"ll meet with ten times as many as he would if he becomes a sailor." He used some other arguments, probably relating to my future advantage, which I did not hear. They, at all events, decided my mother; and my father, hearing of the offer, without hesitation gave his consent to my going. It was arranged, therefore, that I should accompany Uncle Donald back to his far-off home, of which he had left his faithful follower, Sandy McTavish, in charge during his absence.
"I want to have you with me for your own benefit, Archie; but there is another reason. I have under my care a boy of about your own age, Hugh McLellan, the son of an old comrade, who died and left him to my charge, begging me to act the part of a father to him. I have done so hitherto, and hope to do so as long as I live; you two must be friends. Hugh is a fine, frank laddie, and you are sure to like one another. As Sandy was not likely to prove a good tutor to him, I left him at Fort Edmonton when I came away, and we will call for him as we return."
I must pa.s.s over the parting with the dear ones at home, the voyage across the Atlantic, and the journey through the United States, which Uncle Donald took from its being in those days the quickest route to the part of the country for which we were bound.
After descending the Ohio, we ascended the Mississippi to its very source, several hundred miles, by steamboat; leaving which, we struck westward, pa.s.sing the head waters of the Bed River of the north, on which Fort Garry, the princ.i.p.al post of the Hudson"s Bay Company, is situated, but which Uncle Donald did not wish to visit.
We had purchased good saddle-horses and baggage animals to carry our goods, and had engaged two men--a French Canadian, Pierre Le Clerc, and an Irishman, Cornelius Crolly, or "Corney," as he was generally called.
Both men were known to Uncle Donald, and were considered trustworthy fellows, who would stick by us at a pinch. The route Uncle Donald proposed taking was looked upon as a dangerous one, but he was so well acquainted with all the Indian tribes of the north that he believed, even should we encounter a party of Blackfeet, they would not molest us.
We had been riding over the prairie for some hours, with here and there, widely scattered, farms seen in the distance, and were approaching the last frontier settlement, a village or hamlet on the very outskirts of civilisation, when we caught sight of a column of smoke ascending some way on directly ahead of us.
"Can it be the prairie on fire?" I asked, with a feeling of alarm; for I had heard of the fearful way in which prairie fires sometimes extend for miles and miles, destroying everything in their course.
Uncle Donald stood up in his stirrups that he might obtain a better view before us.
"No; that"s not the smoke of burning gra.s.s. It looks more like that from a building, or may be from more than one. I fear the village itself is on fire," he answered.
Scarcely had he spoken when several hors.e.m.e.n appeared galloping towards us, their countenances as they came near exhibiting the utmost terror.
They were pa.s.sing on, when Uncle Donald shouted out, "Hi! where are you going? What has happened?" On hearing the question, one of the men replied, "The Indians have surprised us. They have killed most of our people, set fire to our houses, and carried off the women and children."
"And you running away without so much as trying to recover them? Shame upon ye!" exclaimed Uncle Donald. "Come on with me, and let"s see what can be done!"
The men, however, who had scarcely pulled rein, were galloping forward.
Uncle Donald shouted to them to come back, but, terror-stricken, they continued their course, perhaps mistaking his shouts for the cries of the Indians.
"We must try and save some of the poor creatures," said Uncle Donald, turning to our men. "Come on, lads! You are not afraid of a gang of howling red-skins!" and we rode on, making our baggage horses move much faster than they were wont to do under ordinary circ.u.mstances.
Before reaching the village we came to a clump of trees. Here Uncle Donald, thinking it prudent not to expose his property to the greedy eyes of the Indians, should we overtake them, ordered Corney and Pierre to halt and remain concealed, while he and I rode forward. By the time we had got up to the hamlet every farm and log-house was burning, and the greater part reduced to ashes.
No Indians were to be seen. According to their custom, after they had performed their work they had retreated.