"Shucks!" said Tom, when appealed to, "I"ve seed it afore, and it come all right again."
Clark"s boat rounded the shoal: next our turn came, and then the whole line was gliding down the river, the rising roar of the angry waters with which we were soon to grapple coming to us with an added grimness.
And now but a faint rim of light saved us from utter darkness. Big Bill Cowan, undaunted in war, stared at me with fright written on his face.
"And what "ll ye think of it, Davy?" he said.
I glanced at the figure of our commander in the boat ahead, and took courage.
"It"s Hamilton"s scalp hanging by a lock," I answered, pointing to what was left of the sun. "Soon it will be off, and then we"ll have light again."
To my surprise he s.n.a.t.c.hed me from the thwart and held me up with a shout, and I saw Colonel Clark turn and look back.
"Davy says the Ha"r Buyer"s sculp hangs by the lock, boys," he shouted, pointing at the sun.
The word was cried from boat to boat, and we could see the men pointing upwards and laughing. And then, as the light began to grow, we were in the midst of the tumbling waters, the steersmen straining now right, now left, to keep the prows in the smooth reaches between rock and bar. We gained the still pools below, the sun came out once more and smiled on the landscape, and the spirits of the men, reviving, burst all bounds.
Thus I earned my reputation as a prophet.
Four days and nights we rowed down the great river, our oars double-manned, for fear that our coming might be heralded to the French towns. We made our first camp on a green little island at the mouth of the Cherokee, as we then called the Tennessee, and there I set about cooking a turkey for Colonel Clark, which Ray had shot. Chancing to look up, I saw the Colonel himself watching me.
"How is this, Davy?" said he. "I hear that you have saved my army for me before we have met the enemy."
"I did not know it, sir," I answered.
"Well," said he, "if you have learned to turn an evil omen into a good sign, you know more than some generals. What ails you now?"
"There"s a pirogue, sir," I cried, staring and pointing.
"Where?" said he, alert all at once. "Here, McChesney, take a crew and put out after them."
He had scarcely spoken ere Tom and his men were rowing into the sunset, the whole of our little army watching from the bank. Presently the other boat was seen coming back with ours, and five strange woodsmen stepped ash.o.r.e, our men pressing around them. But Clark flew to the spot, the men giving back.
"Who"s the leader here?" he demanded.
A tall man stepped forward.
"I am," said he, bewildered but defiant.
"Your name?"
"John Duff," he answered, as though against his will.
"Your business?"
"Hunters," said Duff; "and I reckon we"re in our rights."
"I"ll judge of that," said our Colonel. "Where are you from?"
"That"s no secret, neither. Kaskasky, ten days gone."
At that there was a murmur of surprise from our companies. Clark turned.
"Get your men back," he said to the captains, who stood about them. And all of them not moving: "Get your men back, I say. I"ll have it known who"s in command here."
At that the men retired. "Who commands at Kaskaskia?" he demanded of Duff.
"Monseer Rocheblave, a Frenchy holding a British commission," said Duff.
"And the British Governor Abbott has left Post St. Vincent and gone to Detroit. Who be you?" he added suspiciously. "Be you Rebels?"
"Colonel Clark is my name, and I am in the service of the Commonwealth of Virginia."
Duff uttered an exclamatory oath and his manner changed. "Be you Clark?"
he said with respect. "And you"re going after Kaskasky? Wal, the mility is prime, and the Injun scouts is keeping a good lookout. But, Colonel, I"ll tell ye something: the Frenchies is etarnal afeard of the Long Knives. My G.o.d! they"ve got the notion that if you ketch "em you"ll burn and scalp "em same as the Red Sticks."
"Good," was all that Clark answered.
"I reckon I don"t know much about what the Rebels is fighting for," said John Duff; "but I like your looks, Colonel, and wharever you"re going there"ll be a fight. Me and my boys would kinder like to go along."
Clark did not answer at once, but looked John Duff and his men over carefully.
"Will you take the oath of allegiance to Virginia and the Continental Congress?" he asked at length.
"I reckon it won"t pizen us," said John Duff.
"Hold up your hands," said Clark, and they took the oath. "Now, my men,"
said he, "you will be a.s.signed to companies. Does any one among you know the old French trail from Ma.s.sacre to Kaskaskia?"
"Why," exclaimed John Duff, "why, Johnny Saunders here can tread it in the dark like the road to the grogshop."
John Saunders, loose limbed, grinning sheepishly, shuffled forward, and Clark shot a dozen questions at him one after another. Yes, the trail had been blazed the Lord knew how long ago by the French, and given up when they left Ma.s.sacre.
"Look you," said Clark to him, "I am not a man to stand trifling. If there is any deception in this, you will be shot without mercy."
"And good riddance," said John Duff. "Boys, we"re Rebels now. Steer clear of the Ha"r Buyer."
CHAPTER XIII. KASKASKIA
For one more day we floated downward on the face of the waters between the forest walls of the wilderness, and at length we landed in a little gully on the north sh.o.r.e of the river, and there we hid our boats.
"Davy," said Colonel Clark, "let"s walk about a bit. Tell me where you learned to be so silent?"
"My father did not like to be talked to," I answered, "except when he was drinking."
He gave me a strange look. Many the stroll I took with him afterwards, when he sought to relax himself from the cares which the campaign had put upon him. This night was still and clear, the west all yellow with the departing light, and the mists coming on the river. And presently, as we strayed down the sh.o.r.e we came upon a strange sight, the same being a huge fort rising from the waterside, all overgrown with brush and saplings and tall weeds. The palisades that held its earthenwork were rotten and crumbling, and the mighty bastions of its corners sliding away. Behind the fort, at the end farthest from the river, we came upon gravelled walks hidden by the rank growth, where the soldiers of his Most Christian Majesty once paraded. Lost in thought, Clark stood on the parapet, watching the water gliding by until the darkness hid it,--nay, until the stars came and made golden dimples upon its surface.
But as we went back to the camp again he told me how the French had tried once to conquer this vast country and failed, leaving to the Spaniards the endless stretch beyond the Mississippi called Louisiana, and this part to the English. And he told me likewise that this fort in the days of its glory had been called Ma.s.sacre, from a b.l.o.o.d.y event which had happened there more than three-score years before.
"Threescore years!" I exclaimed, longing to see the men of this race which had set up these monuments only to abandon them.