Signs of their occupation became more frequent every minute now; there were batteaux and rafts being unloaded at landing places, heavily guarded by Continental soldiery; canoes at carrying places, brush huts erected along the trail, felled trees, bushes cut and lying in piles, roads being widened and cleared, and men everywhere going cheerily about their various affairs.
We encountered the cattle-guard near to a natural meadow along a tiny binikill, and they gave us an account of how Brant had fallen upon Minisink and had slain more than a hundred of our people along the Delaware and Neversink. And I saw my Indians listening with grim countenances while their eyes glowed like coals. As soon as we forded the river, we pa.s.sed a part of Colonel Proctor"s artillery, parleyed in a clearing, where a fine block-fort was being erected; and there were many regimental wagons and officers" horses and batt-horses and cattle to be seen there, and great piles of stores in barrels, sacks, skins, and willow baskets.
As we pa.s.sed the tents of a foot regiment, the 3rd New Hampshire Line, one of their six Ensigns, Bradbury Richards, recognized me and came across the road to shake my hand, and to inform me that a small scout was to go out to reconnoitre the Indian town of Chemung; and that we would doubtless march thither on the morrow.
With Richards came also my old friend Ezra Buell, lately lieutenant in my own regiment, but now a captain in the 3rd New York Continentals, and a nephew of that Ezra Buell who ran the Stanwix survey in "69 and married a pretty Esaurora girl while marking the Treaty Line.
"Well!" says Ezra, shaking my hand, and: "How are you lazy people up the river, and what are you doing there?"
"Damming the lake," said I, "whilst you d.a.m.n us for making you wait."
Bradbury Richards laughed, saying that they themselves had but just come up, admitting, however, that there had been some little cursing concerning our delay.
"It has been that way with us, too," said I, "but it is the rebel "Grants" we curse, and the Ethan Allens and John Starks, and treacherous Green Mountain Boy"s, who would shoot us in the backs or make a d.i.c.ker with Sir Henry sooner than lift a finger to obey the laws of the State they are betraying."
"So hot and yet so young!" said Buell, laughing, "and after a long trail, too--" glancing at my Indians, "and another in view already! But you were ever an uncompromising youngster, Loskiel."
"Your regiment has marched for Canajoharie," I said. "When do you go a-tagging after it?"
"This evening with the headquarter"s guide, Heoikim, and the express rider, James Cooke. Lord, what a dreary business!"
"Better learn the news we have concerning your back trail before you start. Ask Captain Franklin to mention it to the General."
"Certainly," said Buell. "I would to G.o.d my regiment were ordered here with the rest of them, I"m that sick of the three forts and the scalping-party fighting on the Schoharie."
"It"s what you are likely to get for a long while yet," said I. "And now will you or Richards guide me and my party to headquarters?"
"Will you mess with us?" said Richards. "I"ll speak to Colonel Dearborn."
I said I would with pleasure, if free to do so, and we walked on through the glorious sunset light, past camp after camp, very smoky with green fires. And I saw three more block-houses being builded, and armed with cannon.
The music of Colonel Proctor"s Artillery Regiment was playing "Yankee Doodle" near headquarters as we sighted the General"s marquee, and the martial sounds enthralled me.
One of the General"s aides-de-camp, a certain Captain Dayton, met us most politely, detained my Indians with tobacco and pipes, and conducted me straight to the General, who, he a.s.sured me, happened to be alone. Having seen our General on various occasions, I recognized him at once, although he was in his banyan, having, I judged, been bathing himself in a small, wooden bowl full of warm water, which stood on the puncheon flooring near, very sloppy.
He received me most civilly and listened to my report with interest and politeness, whilst I gave him what news I had of Clinton and how it was with us at the Lake, and all that had happened to my scout of six--the death of the St. Regis and the two Iroquois, the treachery of the Erie and his escape, the murder of the Stockbridge--and how we witnessed the defile of Indian Butler"s motley but sinister array headed northwest on the Great Warrior Trail. Also, I gave him as true and just an account as I could give of the number of soldiers, renegades, Indians, and batt-horses in that fantastic and infamous command.
"Where are your Indians?" he asked bluntly.
I informed him, and he sent his aide to fetch them.
General Sullivan understood Indians; and I am not at all sure that my services as interpreter were necessary; but as he said nothing to the contrary, I played my part, presenting to him the stately Sagamore, then the Grey-Feather, then the young warrior, Tahoontowhee, who fairly quivered with pride as I mentioned the scalps he had taken on his first war-path.
With each of my Indians the General shook hands, and on each was pleased to bestow a word of praise and a promise of reward. For a while, through medium of me, he conversed with them, and particularly with the Sagamore, concerning the trail to Catharines-town; and, seeming convinced and satisfied, dismissed us very graciously, telling an aide to place two bush-huts at our disposal, and otherwise see that we lacked nothing that could be obtained for our comfort and good cheer.
As I saluted, he said in a low voice that he preferred I should remain with the Mohican and Oneidas until the evening meal was over. Which I took to indicate that any rum served to my Indians must be measured out by me.
So that night I supped with my red comrades in front of our bush-huts, instead of joining Colonel Dearborn"s mess. And I was glad I did so; and I allowed them only a gill of rum. After penning my report by the light of a very vile torch, and filing it at headquarters, I was so tired that I could scarce muster courage to write in my diary. But I did, setting down the day"s events without shirking, though I yawned like a volcano at every pen-stroke.
Captains Franklin and Buell, in high spirits, came just as I finished, desiring to learn what I had to say of the road to Otsego; but when I informed them they went away looking far more serious than when they arrived.
A few minutes later I saw the scout march out, bound for Chemung--a small detachment of the 2nd Jersey, one Stockbridge Indian, and a Coureur-de-Bois in very elegant deerskin shirt and gorgeous leggins.
Captain c.u.mmins led them.
As they left, Captain Dayton arrived to take me again to the General.
There was a throng of officers in the marquee when I was announced, but evidently by some preconcerted understanding all retired as soon as I entered.
When we were alone, the General very kindly pointed to a camp stool at his elbow and requested me to be seated; and for a little while he said nothing, but remained leaning with both elbows on his camp table, seeming to study s.p.a.ce as though it were peopled with unpleasant pictures.
However, presently his symmetrical features recovered pleasantly from abstraction, and he said:
"Mr. Loskiel, it is said of you that, except for the Oneida Sachem, Spenser, you are perhaps the most accomplished interpreter Guy Johnson employed."
"No," I said, "there are many better interpreters, my General, but few, perhaps, who understand the most intimate and social conditions of the Long House better than do I."
"You are modest in your great knowledge, Mr. Loskiel."
"No, General, only, knowing as much as I do, I also perceive how much more there is that I do not know. Which makes me wary of committing myself too confidently, and has taught me that to vaunt one"s knowledge is a dangerous folly."
General Sullivan laughed that frank, manly, and very winning laugh of his. Then his features gradually became sombre again.
"Colonel Broadhead, at Fortress Pitt, sent you a supposed Wyandotte who might have been your undoing," he said abruptly. "He is a cautious officer, too, yet see how he was deceived! Are you also likely to be deceived in any of your Indians?"
"No, sir."
"Oh! You are confident, then, in this matter!"
"As far as concerns the Indians now under my command."
"You vouch for them?"
"With my honour, General."
"Very well, sir.... And your Mohican Loup--he can perform what he has promised? Guide us straight to Catharines-town, I mean?"
"He has said it."
"Aye--but what is your opinion of that promise?"
"A Siwanois Sagamore never lies."
"You trust him?"
"Perfectly. We are blood-brothers, he and I."
"Oho!" said the General, nodding. "That was cunningly done, sir."
"No, sir. The idea was his own."