"B-Boys, that goes to the spot. I"m not a rum-drinker, but when a fellow"s been frozen, and starved, and water-logged, he does sort of hanker after something that has a t-tang to it."
He put down the bottle, and went to work at the food again. In a short time our dinner had disappeared--and we had put up what we considered was an ample supply for three hearty men.
I picked up my jacket and handed it to him to put on; for though it was a warm day, he looked cold and peaked. His feet were badly cut, and were done up in bandages of cloth. Then I filled my pipe, and taking out my flint and steel, lit it and gave it to him.
"This isn"t b-bad. Now row to the place where the victuals are."
Edmund and "Bijah rowed, while I questioned Amos.
"Well, I was running through the b-bushes, just a little behind you, Edmund, when my foot caught in a root or vine, and over I went ker-flummux. My gun flew out of my hands, and as I was g-getting up, two Frenchmen grabbed me and p-pulled me off through the woods. When they had gone quite a distance, they t-tied me to a tree, and went back to fight. I heard the firing and tried to get loose, but couldn"t.
"A young Injun came along and had some f-fun throwing his tomahawk at the tree, just over my head, seeing how near he could come to it without hitting me.
"After he had done this half a dozen times, he stood in front of me, and said, "Ugh! Me big Injun." I said, "Yes, you big Injun. Big Injun better go fight." He went away, and in about an hour my two Frenchmen came running back with more men. They untied me, and fastening a line around my neck, one led and the other drove me, hitting me with his loaded gun, punching the muzzle into my b-back. When they got to the place where they had left their packs, they p-pulled off my jacket and waistcoat, t-tied a heavy pack on my back, and drove me along again.
[Sidenote: ISRAEL PUTNAM HAS A WARM TIME]
"Every now and then I sank down, and thought I c-couldn"t go any further; but the man behind put his gun to my head, r-r-ripped out a lot of oaths at me, and told me he would blow my head off if I didn"t get up and hustle.
"Oh, no, I don"t know their lingo; but I could understand just what he said, and what"s m-more, I know he m-meant it. I didn"t want to be a c-cold corpse out there in the woods, so I got up and struggled on again.
"At last they camped for the night. They laid me on my back and t-tied my hands and feet to stakes d-driven into the ground.
"I saw Major P-Putnam, who had been captured by some Injuns. They took his pack off, and he looked as if he would drop. They r-rushed at him, stripped him, t-tied him to a tree, piled dry branches and brush about him, and set them on fire. Then they formed a ring around him, and taunted and insulted him. A shower came up and put the fire out. They g-got more branches and lighted the fire again. The fire was burning well, and P-Putnam was squirming away from the heat, when a French officer ran up, k-kicked the branches aside, cut the cords, told the Injuns to stand back, and led P-Putnam away. I heard afterward that this man"s name was Morin, and that he was the leader of the expedition.
"The next morning at daybreak we got into the b-batteaux and canoes, and rowed down Wood Creek. I was in a b-batteau. They gave me an oar, and made me work for all I was worth. If I let up for a minute, they hit me and threatened to k-kill me. That ugly fellow who swore at me the day before was in the boat, and I c-could understand him. He made things very clear, as he jabbed the m-muzzle of his gun into my ribs, and h-held his finger on the trigger.
"They were in a hurry to get out of the way of any f-force of our men that might be sent to cut them off. We reached T-Ticonderoga that night.
They turned us prisoners out into a pasture with some scrubby trees in it, and p-put a guard around us. And there they k-kept us, giving us hardly anything to eat, t-till at last we grew so hungry that we p-pulled the bark off the b-black birches, and ate it to stay our stomachs. I thought considerable of home while I was b-browsing round in that p-pasture, and of what I used to do. Not so m-much of pigeon-shooting and fox-hunting as of things I disliked, p-ploughing in the spring, hilling corn till my back ached, cutting logs into lengths for firewood till my arms were t-tired out and my hands b-blistered.
[Sidenote: FOND RECOLLECTIONS]
"These were all unpleasant, but I remembered the comfortable home and the supper that came after the work, and how I used to eat my fill in safety. And here I was, likely to be scalped or burned to death, and my innards just a griping and a yearning for a b-bit of solid food.
"There were some four thousand Frenchmen in the fort, Canadians, Indians, and the regulars in their white coats.
"I was bound to get away if I could, and watched for a chance. We were not f-far from the breastwork.
"Sentinels walked up and down on the inner side, and I knew that I could not c-crawl over it, without being seen. They did not pay so much attention to the swampy ground at either end. I made up my mind to g-get to the low land, and pa.s.s by the end of the breastwork.
"After we had been there six days, a storm began in the afternoon. The rain came down in torrents, and the wind b-blew hard.
"We were out in the wet, soaking. When the French had gone to sleep, I walked to the f-fence which was round our pasture, and waited for the sentinel to pa.s.s. Then I crept under the fence, and crawled along till I got to the swamp, and went into the edge of it and walked toward the end of the breastwork. The f-fall of rain had made the swamp worse than usual.
"As I walked along in the mire, I felt that I was sinking, and caught hold of a t-tree and pulled myself out, but left my shoes behind. Then I kept close to the edge of the swamp, and went along carefully, t-till I got near the breastwork.
[Sidenote: A STROLL THROUGH THE WOODS]
"I heard the sentinel c-coming my way, and lay down till he t-turned and walked away from me.
"I pa.s.sed by the end of the breastwork, and kept along the edge of the forest, t-till I felt there was an opening, which I knew must be the path we travelled over on our way from Lake George. It was blind going, p-pitch dark. Every now and then I found myself wandering from the path, b-but luckily the pa.s.sage of our large army had t-trodden it down into a road, so that I k-kept my way, though it was with great d-difficulty.
"As it began to grow light, I reached a point where a ledge came down to the road; and I thought this would be a good place to leave the path, because if the Indians searched for me, they would lose my trail on the r-rocks.
"I walked on the rocks for over an hour, t-till the sun rose, and the rain ceased. I came across a blueberry patch, and ate my fill. It was good to be free and to have something to eat.
"I found a hollow where I would not be seen, and where the sun would shine on me, and I lay down and slept. When I w-woke up, and was thinking what to do, a rabbit came hopping along, feeding. I kept quiet until he had pa.s.sed me, and rose up and c-cried out, Hooh! He sat up on his hind legs, p.r.i.c.ked up his ears, and I knocked him over with a stone and ate him. Then I came to the brook where we had our f-first fight, but it was so full from the rain that I had to wait a day before I could cross it. It ran like a m-mill-race. My feet were all cut up, and I tore off the arms of my shirt and bound the cloth round my feet. I didn"t d-dare to follow the paths, but kept through the woods t-till I struck the lake. I only travelled in the morning and afternoon, for when the sun was overhead I c-couldn"t tell where I was going; so I ate berries and slept at midday. I reached the lake above the Narrows and went back to the path. I didn"t care m-much if I were caught or not. I don"t want to eat another b-berry in my life. Several times I saw boats on the lake and tried to get their attention, but c-couldn"t. D-Didn"t I feel happy when I saw you coming toward me! And when I knew who it was, I felt as if I were at home again m-milking the cows or up on old B-Bull Meadow shooting fifty-two pigeons at a clip. Have you heard anything from Davy Fiske?"
[Sidenote: NEWS FROM WEAVER DAVID]
"Well, yes; "Bijah here came out late, and he says Davy has been telling him some story about killing a bear in Grimes"s cornfield up on the Billerica road."
"That must have b-been before we left and we didn"t hear anything about it. How was it, "Bijah?"
"I met Davy early this spring over in the woods by Listening Hill, and he told me about hunting a bear in Bill Grimes"s young corn, which was about three feet high. He and Bill chased the bear; the bear ran off, climbed over a stone wall, and got stuck in a snowdrift, and they came up and killed him."
"That"s D-Davy all over. He"s m-mighty careless about those hunting yarns of his. Pretty soon the bears will be wearing rackets in the summer to k-keep out of his way. And now, boys, if you don"t mind, I"ll stretch out in the bottom of the boat and get a little nap. I haven"t had a good sleep I don"t know when, and the f-food and the warm sun make me terrible sleepy."
Amos lay down, and we rowed till we reached the sh.o.r.e.
CHAPTER XIII
BEN COMEE HEAP BIG PALEFACE--TRAPPING BOB-CATS IN PRIMEVAL WOODS
When we arrived at camp we had something to eat. Rogers came to us and questioned Amos, first as to the number of troops at Fort Ticonderoga, and how they were arranged, and afterward he inquired about his adventures. When Amos told how Morin rushed in and freed Major Putnam, Rogers said:--
"Morin? I know him well. I scalped him and carved my name on his breast with my knife."
"Well, I wished you h-hadn"t. Then he m-might have given us something to eat."
Rogers turned and went off.
"Ugh! I don"t like that man. You remember the time Lord Howe was k-killed. Well, that day I saw Rogers. .h.i.t a poor wounded Frenchman on the head with his hatchet. It was the meanest thing I ever saw done by a white man, and I can"t abide him."
"No, he"s cruel and hard as nails. I wish John Stark was the commander of the Rangers. He has all Rogers"s good points as a fighter, is a better man, and has better judgment. He never makes mistakes."
"h.e.l.lo!" said Amos. "There"s old Captain Jacob. I thought I"d n-never want to see an Injun again. But it"s kind of good to see the old fellow.
I wonder what makes him seem different from the Injuns on the other side."
"Probably because he"s a Christian Indian."
"I guess not. I d-don"t think his religion struck in very deep, and it don"t worry him much. And when you come to that, they say those French Indians are Christian Indians too. I n-never noticed m-much religion about them. I guess we like him because he"s on our side and shows his good points to us, and those other Injuns are agin us and show their ugly natures. It makes all the difference in the world whether the Injun"s with you or agin you."
[Sidenote: BEN SENDS PRESENTS]