Also that her dot was still untouched, which, with her legal interest in my father"s property, would suffice to properly endow me, and still leave sufficient to maintain her.
"So you see, Euan, that the half naked little gypsy of Poundridge camp comes not entirely shameless to her husband after all. Oh, my own soldier, hasten--hasten! Every day I hear drums in Albany streets and run out to see; every evening I sit with my mother on the stoop and watch the river redden in the sunset. Over the sandy plains of pines comes blowing the wind of the Western wilderness. I feel its breath on my cheek, faintly frosty, and wonder if the same wind had also touched your dear face ere it blew east to me."
Often I read this letter on the march to the Hudson; ever wondering at the history of this sweet mistress of my affections, marvelling at its mystery, its wonders, and eternally amazed at this young girl"s courage, her loyalty and chaste devotion.
I remember one day when we were halted at a cavalry camp, not far from the Hudson, conversing with three soldiers--Van Campen, Perry, and Paul Sanborn, they being the three men who first discovered poor Boyd"s body; and then noticed me a-digging in the earth with bleeding fingers and a broken blade.
And they knew the history of Lois, and how she had dressed her in rifle-dress, and how she had come to French Catharines. And they told me that in the cavalry camp there was talk of a young English girl, not yet sixteen, who had clipped her hair, tied it in a queue, powdered it, donned jack-boots, belt, and helmet, and come across the seas enlisted in a regiment of British Horse, with the vague idea of seeking her lover who had gone to America with his regiment.
Further, they told me that, until taken by our men in a skirmish, her own comrades had not suspected her s.e.x; that she was a slim, boyish, pretty thing; that His Excellency had caused inquiry to be made; and that it had been discovered that her lover was serving in Sir John"s regiment of Royal Greens.
This was a true story, it seemed; and that very morning His Excellency had sent her North to Haldimand with a flag, offering her every courtesy and civility and recommendation within his power.
Which pretty history left me very thoughtful, revealing as it did to me that my own heart"s mistress was not the solitary and bright exception in a s.e.x which, like other men, I had deemed inferior in every virile and mental virtue, and only spiritually superior to my own. And I remembered the proud position of social and political equality enjoyed by the women of the Long House; and vaguely thought it was possible that in this matter the Iroquois Confederacy was even more advanced in civilization than the white nations, who regarded its inhabitants as debased and brutal savages.
In three months I had seen an Empire crash to the ground; already in the prophetic and visionary eyes of our ragged soldiery, a mightier empire was beginning to crumble under the blasts from the blackened muzzles of our muskets. Soon kings would live only in the tales of yesterday, and the unending thunder of artillery would die away, and the clouds would break above the smoky field, revealing as our very own all we had battled for so long--the right to live our lives in freedom, self-respect, and happiness.
And I wondered whether generations not yet born would pay to us the n.o.ble tribute which the sons of the Long House so often and reverently offered to the dead who had made for them their League of Peace--alas!
now shattered for all time.
And in my ears the deep responses seemed to sound, solemnly and low, as the uncorrupted priesthood chanted at Thendara:
"Continue to listen, Thou who wert ruler, Ayonhwahtha!
Continue to listen, Thou who wert ruler, Shatekariwate!
This was the roll of you, You who have laboured, You who completed The Great League!
Continue to listen, Thou who wert ruler, Sharenhaowane!
Continue to listen, Thou who wert ruler--"
And the line of their n.o.ble hymn, the "Karenna": "I come again to greet and thank the women!"
Lord! A great and n.o.ble civilization died when the first cancerous contact of the lesser scratched its living Eastern Gate.
* "Hiya-thondek! Kahiaton. Kadi-kadon."
[* "Listen! It is written. Therefore, I speak."]
My commission as lieutenant in the 6th company of Morgan"s Rifles afforded me only mixed emotions, but became pleasurable when I understood that staff duty as interpreter and chief of Indian guides permitted me to attach to my person not only Mayaro, the Mohican Sagamore, but also my Oneidas, Grey-Feather and Tahoontowhee.
Mounted service the two Oneidas abhorred, preferring to trot along on either side of me; but the Sagamore, being a Siwanois, was a horseman, and truly he presented a superb figure as the handsome General and his staff led the New York brigade into the city of Albany, our battered old drums thundering, our fifes awaking the echoes in the old Dutch city, and our pretty faded colors floating in the primrose light of early evening.
Right and left I glanced as we rode up the hilly street; and suddenly saw Lois! And so craned my head and twisted my neck and fidgeted that the General, who was sometimes humorous, and who was perfectly acquainted with my history, said to me that I had his permission to ride standing on my head if I liked, but for the sake of military decency he preferred that I dismount at once and make my manners otherwise to my affianced wife.
Which I lost no time in doing, not noticing that my Indians were following me, and drew bridle at the side-path and dismounted.
But where, in the purple evening light, Lois had been standing on her stoop, now there was n.o.body, though the front door was open wide. So I ran across the street between the pa.s.sing ranks of Gansevoort"s infantry, sprang up the steps, and entered the dusky house. Through the twilight of the polished hallway she came forward, caught me around the neck with a low cry, clung to me closer as I kissed her, holding to me in silence.
Outside, the racketting drums of a pa.s.sing regiment filled the house with crashing echoes. When the noise had died away again, and the drums of the next regiment were still distant, she loosened her arms, whispering my name, and framing my face with her slim hands.
Then, out of the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of three tall and shadowy figures hovering in the doorway. Lois saw them, too, and stretched out one hand. One after another my three Indians came to her, bent their stately crests in silence, took her small hand, and laid it on their hearts.
"Shall I bid them to dine with us tomorrow?" she whispered.
"Bid them."
So she asked them a trifle shyly, and they thanked her gravely, turned one by one to take a silent leave of me, then went noiselessly out into the early dusk.
"Euan, my dear mother is awaiting you in our best room."
"I will instantly pay my duties and----"
"Lana is there also."
"Does she know?"
"Yes. G.o.d help her and the young thing she has taken to her heart. The news came by courier a week ago."
"How he died? Does she know?"
"Oh, Euan! Yes, we all know now!... I have scarce slept since I heard, thinking of you.... When you have paid your respects to my mother and to Lana, come quietly away with me again. Lana has been weeping--what with the distant music of the approaching regiments, and the memory of him who will come no more----"
"I understand."
She lifted her face to mine, laying her hands upon my shoulders.
"Dost thou truly love me, Lois?" I asked.
* "Sat-kah-tos," she murmured.
[* "Thou seest."]
* "Se-non-wes?" I insisted.
[* "Dost thou love?"]
* "Ke-non-wes, O Loskiel." Her arms tightened around my neck, "Ai-hai!
Ae-saya-tyen-endon! Ae-sah-hah-i-yen-en-hon----"
[* "I love thee, O Loskiel... Ah, thou mightest have been destroyed! If thou hadst perished by the wayside----"]
"Hush, dearest--dearest maid. "Twixt G.o.d and Tharon, nothing can harm us now."
And I heard the faint murmur of her lips on mine:
"Etho, ke-non-wes. Nothing can harm us now."