"And," continued Lumley, "I have brought men--strong men, who can work well--to help me to build a house, so that we may live among you and hunt together."
He paused here to let the statement have its full effect. Then he continued:--
"I have also brought plenty of guns, and powder, and lead."
Again he paused, and an emphatic "waugh" proved that the remark was fully appreciated.
"The white man knows," continued Lumley, in a more flowing style, "that his red brothers have need of many things which they do not possess, while the white man is in need of furs, and does not possess them. It is for the good of each that we should exchange. The Great Spirit, who is all-wise, as well as all-good, has seen fit to scatter His children over a wide world, and He has given some of them too much of one thing, some of them too much of another. Why has He done so? May we not think that it is for the purpose of causing His children to move about the world, and mingle, and help each other, and so increase Love? Some of the bad children prefer to move about and steal. But there is no need.
It is easier to do good than to do evil. If all men would help and none would steal, there would be more than enough for all."
Again a pause. Some of the savages, who were thoughtful men, were greatly tickled in their minds by the arguments set forth. Others, who could not understand, were deeply impressed.
"Now," continued Lumley, coming to the marrow of his discourse, "the red-men have more than enough of furs."
"Waugh!" in a tone of emphasis, that implied "that"s true."
"And the pale-faces have few furs, but want some very much."
"Waugh?" interrogatively, in a tone that implied "what then?"
"Well, but the pale-faces are not poor. They are rich, and have far too much of many things. They have far too much of those pleasant sweet things called sugar and mola.s.ses (the Indians involuntarily licked their lips). Too much cloth as bright as the sun at setting, and as blue as the sky at noon (the Indian eyes glistened). Too many guns, and too much powder and shot (the savage eyes glared). They have more beads, and blankets, and hatchets, and tobacco, than they know what to do with, so they have sent some of these things here to be given to you in exchange for furs, and food, and leather."
The waughs! and hows! and hos! with which these remarks were followed up were so hearty, that Lumley thought it best to make a considerable pause at this point; then he resumed:--
"But, my brothers,"--he stopped for a considerable time, and looked so grave, that the hearts of the red-men sank, lest the glorious vision which had been suddenly revealed to them, should be as suddenly withdrawn in some way.
"But," repeated Lumley, again, with a sort of awful emphasis, "the pale-faces detest war. They can fight--yes, and when they _must_ fight, they _will_ fight, but they do not love fighting, and if they are to stay here and open up trade with their guns, and their powder, and their blankets, and beads, and cloth (he wisely went all over it again for the sake of effect), there must be peace in the land. If there is war the pale-faces will take all their good things and go away--waugh!"
Finishing off in the true red-man style, Lumley sat down with decision, as though to say, "Now, the ball is at your own feet, kick it which way you please."
Then the chief of the savages rose with dignity, but with a tinge of eagerness which he could not altogether conceal, and said:--
"Let not my white brother talk of going away. War shall cease at his bidding. Let him and his pale-faced warriors fell trees, and build wigwams, and hunt. We have plenty furs--the black fox, the red fox, the beaver, the marten, the minks, the bear, and many other animals are plentiful. We will exchange them for the goods of the white man. We will bury the hatchet, and smoke the calumet of peace, and the sound of the war-whoop shall no more be heard in the land--waugh!"
"Are my brothers ready to go to the camp of Big Otter, and make friends at once?" asked Lumley.
This was a testing question, and for some time remained unanswered, while the chiefs and braves looked preposterously solemn. At last, however, they seemed to make up their minds, and the chief replied, "We are ready."
That night the hostile savages met on the sh.o.r.es of Lake Wichikagan, and encamped with the fur-traders. Fires were lighted, and kettles put on, a royal feast was prepared; and the reunited tribes of red-men finally buried the war-hatchet there, and smoked the pipe of peace.
CHAPTER ELEVEN.
LUMLEY ON DUTY--FORT WICHIKAGAN BEGINS TO GROW.
The bold and prompt manner in which peace was established among the contending savages of Lake Wichikagan did more to raise my friend Jack Lumley in their estimation than if he had fought a hundred successful battles, and subdued a nation of foes. It seemed to be felt on all hands that he was a man who could be trusted, and his pointed reference to the Great Spirit conveyed an impression that truth and justice must be his guiding principles.
And on this point these children of nature read his character correctly, for, as I have had frequent occasion to observe, my friend was strictly truthful, and, I might almost say, sternly just. Duty indeed was his pole-star--duty to G.o.d and man.
"Max," he once said to me when we had got into a confidential chat beside our camp-fire, "let me advise you to take a sound view, and a good grasp, of what men call duty. There is a right and a wrong in everything that the mind or hand of man can be brought to bear upon. It is our duty to discover and do the right if we can--to recognise and avoid the wrong. True success in life depends upon this principle being acted on at all times, and in all things. Even what worldly men deem success--the acquisition of wealth, fame, etcetera--is largely dependent on strict regard to duty."
Of course I heartily agreed with him in this matter, but I am free to confess that I feel woefully far short of the standard to which he attained. Perhaps a soft and somewhat undecided nature had something to do with my failure. I say not this by way of excuse but explanation.
Whatever the cause, I felt so very far below my friend that I looked up to him as a sort of demiG.o.d. Strange to say, his affection for me was also very strong. He never seemed to perceive my weak points--but, then, he was of a large-hearted, generous disposition, and he came to be loved not only by me and the Indians, but by the men of the expedition, some of whom, although good workers, were rather turbulent fellows.
All things having been satisfactorily arranged, as detailed in the last chapter, we now set about preparation for wintering. The first point to settle was the site for our establishment, and a council of the whole party was called to settle it on the lawn-like spot on the margin of our lake where the first fire had been kindled.
"No spot could be better, I think," said our chief, as we stood in a picturesque group around him, with Masqua, Mozwa, and several other Indians looking on. "The little rising ground and clump of wood at the back will shelter us from the north winds; the underwood on the east and west is sufficiently high to form a slight protection in those directions, and to the south the island-studded bosom of Lake Wichikagan lies spread out before us, to supply us with fish and water, and a cheering prospect."
"And to remind Donald Bane and James Dougall," said I, "of Loch Lomond or Loch Ness."
"I rather think," said Lumley, "that it strikes Dougall as having more resemblance to Loch Awe, if we may judge from the awesome expression of his face."
"Weel, Muster Lumley," returned Dougall with a slight smile, "not to spoil your choke, sir, it wa.s.s thinkin" o" the fush I wa.s.s, an"
wonderin" if they wa.s.s goot fush."
"Big Otter says they are good," returned our chief, "and I think we may rely on his opinion. There"s a little stretch of rock over there, jutting out from the sh.o.r.e, which could be made into a capital pier for our boats and canoes without much labour. What say you, Henri Coppet; could not a few trees and some planks be easily fitted to these rocks?"
"Oui, monsieur--yes, sir--very easily," answered the carpenter, in French.
"Ay, an" wan or two big stones on the other pint o" rocks there,"
observed Donald Bane, "would make a goot breakwater, an" a fine harbour, whatever."
"And I"m sure nothing could be finer than the view," said I, with feelings of enthusiasm.
"Well, then, since we all seem agreed on that point--here shall our house be raised," rejoined Lumley, driving the point of a stick he carried into the ground. "Come now, boys, go to work. Max, you will superintend the placing of the goods in a secure position and cover them with tarpaulin in the meantime. We"ll soon have a hut ready. Dumont, set up your forge under yon pine-tree and get your tools ready.
Overhaul your nets, Blondin, and take Salamander to help you--especially the seine-net; I"ll try a sweep this afternoon or to-morrow. Come here, Max, I want to speak with you."
"Now, Max," he said, when we had gone aside some distance, "see that you arrange the goods so that they may be easily guarded, and don"t let the redskins come too near. They may be honest enough, but we won"t throw temptation in their way. We shall want one of them, by the bye, to keep house for us. What say you to hiring Waboose?"
"Out of the question," said I, quickly.
"Why so, Max?"
"Why, because--don"t you see--she"s far above that sort o" thing, she"s quite a kind of princess in the tribe. Haven"t you noticed how respectful they all are to her? And, besides, she is so--what one might almost call ladylike. I am convinced that her father must have been a gentleman."
"Perhaps so," returned Lumley, with a quiet laugh; "well, we won"t insult her by asking her to fill such a position. Away to work now. I will sketch out the plan of our establishment. When the goods are all safe, send your men to fell heavy timber for the houses, and let them also cut some firewood. Off you go."
In a few minutes we were all at work, busy as bees--carrying, hauling, cutting, hammering and chopping; while some of the Indians looked on, intensely interested, others a.s.sisted under the direction of Big Otter, and the woods resounded with the noise of the new-born activity.
Soon Blondin had a net down, and before evening we had caught enough of that splendid staple of the North American lakes, the whitefish, to supply us with a good meal and leave something over for our red friends.
I observed during these operations that, after planning, sketching, and measuring, our chief took his axe into the wood and felled a tall pine, from which he proceeded to remove the branches and bark. Towards evening he took a spade, and dug a deep hole in the ground on the most prominent part of the lawn, in front of what was to be our future home.
"Come now, four of you," he said, "and help me to set up our flag-staff."
I ran with three others to a.s.sist, and in another minute or two the end of the tall taper stick was dropped into the hole and fixed there. A hole had been already bored in the top and a rope rove through it, to which Lumley soon attached the corners of a small red bundle.