"Your principles on that point won"t stand much sifting, I fear,"
replied Charley: "according to your own showing, you would fall into the Chipewyans" way of glorifying themselves on account of their bravery, if you chanced to be dwelling among them, and yet you say they are not brave. That would not be sticking to truth, Jacques, would it?"
"Well," replied Jacques, with a smile, "perhaps not exactly; but I"m sure there could be small harm in helping the miserable objects to boast sometimes, for they"ve little else than boasting to comfort them."
"And yet, Jacques, I cannot help feeling that truth is a grand, a glorious thing, that should not be trifled with even in small matters."
Jacques opened his eyes a little. "Then do you think, master, that a man should _never_ tell a lie, no matter what fix he may be in?"
"I think not, Jacques."
The hunter paused a few minutes, and looked as if an unusual train of ideas had been raised in his mind by the turn their conversation had taken. Jacques was a man of no religion, and little morality, beyond what flowed from a naturally kind, candid disposition, and entertained the belief that the _end_, if a good one, always justifies the _means_-- a doctrine which, had it been clearly exposed to him in all its bearings and results, would have been spurned by his straightforward nature with the indignant contempt that it merits.
"Mr Charles," he said at length, "I once travelled across the plains to the head waters of the Missouri with a party of six trappers. One night we came to a part of the plains which was very much broken up with wood here and there, and bein" a good place for water we camped. While the other lads were gettin" ready the supper, I started off to look for a deer, as we had been unlucky that day--we had shot nothin". Well, about three miles from the camp I came upon a band o" somewhere about thirty Sioux (ill-looking, sneaking dogs they are, too!) and before I could whistle they rushed upon me, took away my rifle and hunting-knife, and were dancing round me like so many devils. At last a big, black-lookin"
thief stepped forward, and said in the Cree language, `White men seldom travel through this country alone; where are your comrades?" Now, thought I, here"s a nice fix! If I pretend not to understand, they"ll send out parties in all directions, and as sure as fate they"ll find my companions in half an hour, and butcher them in cold blood (for, you see, we did not expect to find Sioux, or indeed any Injins, in them parts); so I made believe to be very narvous, and tried to tremble all over and look pale. Did you ever try to look pale and frightened, Mr Charles?"
"I can"t say that I ever did," said Charley, laughing.
"You can"t think how troublesome it is," continued Jacques, with a look of earnest simplicity. "I shook and trembled pretty well, but the more I tried to grow pale, the more I grew red in the face; and when I thought of the six broad-shouldered, raw-boned lads in the camp, and how easy they would have made these jumping villains fly like chaff, if they only knew the fix I was in, I gave a frown that had well-nigh showed I was shamming. Hows"ever, what with shakin" a little more and givin" one or two most awful groans, I managed to deceive them. Then I said I was hunter to a party of white men that were travellin" from Red River to St. Louis, with all their goods, and wives, and children, and that they were away in the plains about a league off.
"The big chap looked very hard into my face when I said this, to see if I was telling the truth; and I tried to make my teeth chatter, but it wouldn"t do, so I took to groanin" very bad instead. But them Sioux are such awful liars nat"rally that they couldn"t understand the signs of truth, even if they saw them. `Whitefaced coward," says he to me, `tell me in what direction your people are." At this I made believe not to understand; but the big chap flourished his knife before my face, called me a dog, and told me to point out the direction. I looked as simple as I could, and said I would rather not. At this they laughed loudly, and then gave a yell, and said if I didn"t show them the direction they would roast me alive. So I pointed towards a part of the plains pretty wide o" the spot where our camp was. `Now, lead us to them," said the big chap, givin" me a shove with the b.u.t.t of his gun; `an" if you have told lies--" he gave the handle of his scalpin"-knife a slap, as much as to say he"d tickle up my liver with it. Well, away we went in silence, me thinkin" all the time how I was to get out o" the sc.r.a.pe. I led them pretty close past our camp, hopin" that the lads would hear us. I didn"t dare to yell out, as that would have showed them there was somebody within hearin", and they would have made short work of me.
Just as we came near the place where my companions lay, a prairie wolf sprang out from under a bush where it had been sleepin"; so I gave a loud hurrah, and shied my cap at it. Giving a loud growl, the big Injin hit me over the head with his fist, and told me to keep silence. In a few minutes I heard the low, distant howl of a wolf. I recognised the voice or one of my comrades, and knew that they had seen us, and would be on our track soon. Watchin" my opportunity, and walkin" for a good bit as if I was awful tired--all but done up--to throw them off their guard, I suddenly tripped up the big chap as he was stepping over a small brook, and dived in among the bushes. In a moment a dozen bullets tore up the bark on the trees about me, and an arrow pa.s.sed through my hair. The clump of wood into which I had dived was about half a mile long; and as I could run well (I"ve found in my experience that white men are more than a match for redskins at their own work), I was almost out of range by the time I was forced to quit the cover and take to the plain. When the blackguard got out of the cover, too, and saw me cuttin" ahead like a deer, they gave a yell of disappointment, and sent another shower of arrows and bullets after me, some of which came nearer than was pleasant. I then headed for our camp with the whole pack screechin" at my heels. `Yell away, you stupid sinners," thought I; `some of you shall pay for your music." At that moment an arrow grazed my shoulder, and looking over it, I saw that the black fellow I had pitched into the water was far ahead of the rest, strainin" after me like mad, and every now and then stopping to try an arrow on me; so I kept a look-out, and when I saw him stop to draw, I stopped too, and dodged, so the arrows pa.s.sed me, and then we took to our heels again.
In this way I ran for dear life till I came up to the cover. As I came close up I saw our six fellows crouchin" in the bushes, and one o" them takin" aim almost straight for my face. `Your day"s come at last,"
thought I, looking over my shoulder at the big Injin, who was drawing his bow again. Just then there was a sharp crack heard: a bullet whistled past my ear, and the big fellow fell like a stone, while my comrade stood coolly up to reload his rifle. The Injins, on seein"
this, pulled up in a moment; and our lads stepping forward, delivered a volley that made three more o" them bite the dust. There would have been six in that fix, but, somehow or other, three of us pitched upon the same man, who was afterwards found with a bullet in each eye and one through his heart. They didn"t wait for more, but turned about and bolted like the wind. Now, Mr Charles, if I had told the truth that time, we would have been all killed; and if I had simply said nothin" to their questions, they would have sent out to scour the country, and have found out the camp for sartin, so that the only way to escape was by tellin" them a heap o" downright lies."
Charley looked very much perplexed at this.
"You have indeed placed me in a difficulty. I know not what I would have done. I don"t know even what I _ought to do_ under these circ.u.mstances. Difficulties may perplex me, and the force of circ.u.mstances might tempt me to do what I believed to be wrong. I am a sinner, Jacques, like other mortals, I know; but one thing I am quite sure of--namely, that when men speak it should _always_ be truth and _never_ falsehood."
Jacques looked perplexed too. He was strongly impressed with the necessity of telling falsehood in the circ.u.mstances in which he had been placed, as just related, while at the same time he felt deeply the grandeur and the power of Charley"s last remark.
"I should have been under the sod _now_," said he, "if I had not told a lie _then_. Is it better to die than to speak falsehood?"
"Some men have thought so," replied Charley. "I acknowledge the difficulty of _your_ case, and of all similar cases. I don"t know what should be done; but I have read of a minister of the gospel whose people were very wicked and would not attend to his instructions, although they could not but respect himself, he was so consistent and Christianlike in his conduct. Persecution arose in the country where he lived, and men and women were cruelly murdered because of their religious belief. For a long time he was left unmolested; but one day a band of soldiers came to his house, and asked him whether he was a Papist or a Protestant (Papist, Jacques, being a man who has sold his liberty in religious matters to the Pope, and a Protestant being one who protests against such an ineffably silly and unmanly state of slavery). Well, his people urged the good old man to say he was a Papist, telling him that he would then be spared to live among them, and preach the true faith for many years perhaps. Now, if there was one thing that this old man would have toiled for and _died_ for, it was that his people should become true Christians--and he told them so; `but," he added, `I will not tell a lie to accomplish that end, my children--no, not even to save my life." So he told the soldiers that he was a Protestant, and immediately they carried him away, and he was soon afterwards burned to death."
"Well," said Jacques, "_he_ didn"t gain much by sticking to the truth, I think."
"I"m not so sure of _that_. The story goes on to say that he _rejoiced_ that he had done so, and wouldn"t draw back even when he was in the flames. But the point lies here, Jacques: so deep an impression did the old man"s conduct make on his people, that from that day forward they were noted for their Christian life and conduct. They brought up their children with a deeper reverence for the truth than they would otherwise have done, always bearing in affectionate remembrance, and holding up to them as an example, the unflinching truthfulness of the good old man who was burned in the year of the terrible persecutions; and at last their influence and example had such an effect that the Protestant religion spread like wild-fire, far and wide around them, so that the very thing was accomplished for which the old pastor said he would have died-- accomplished, too, very much in consequence of his death, and in a way and to an extent that very likely would not have been the case had he lived and preached among them for a hundred years."
"I don"t understand it nohow," said Jacques; "it seems to me right both ways and wrong both ways, and all upside down everyhow."
Charley smiled. "Your remark is about as clear as my head on the subject, Jacques; but I still remain convinced that truth is _right_ and that falsehood is _wrong_, and that we should stick to the first through thick and thin."
"I s"pose," remarked the hunter, who had walked along in deep cogitation for the last five minutes, and had apparently come to some conclusion of profound depth and sagacity--"I s"pose that it"s all human natur"; that some men takes to preachin" as Injins take to huntin", and that to understand sich things requires them to begin young, and risk their lives in it, as I would in followin" up a grizzly she-bear with cubs."
"Yonder is an ill.u.s.tration of one part of your remark. They begin _young_ enough, anyhow," said Charley, pointing as he spoke to an opening in the bushes, where a particularly small Indian boy stood in the act of discharging an arrow.
The two men halted to watch his movements. According to a common custom among juvenile Indians during the warm months of the year, he was dressed in _nothing_ save a mere rag tied round his waist. His body was very brown, extremely round, fat, and wonderfully diminutive, while his little legs and arms were disproportionately small. He was so young as to be barely able to walk, and yet there he stood, his black eyes glittering with excitement, his tiny bow bent to its utmost, and a blunt-headed arrow about to be discharged at a squirrel, whose flight had been suddenly arrested by the unexpected apparition of Charley and Jacques. As he stood there for a single instant, perfectly motionless, he might have been mistaken for a grotesque statue of an Indian cupid.
Taking advantage of the squirrel"s pause, the child let fly the arrow, hit it exactly on the point of the nose, and turned it over, dead--a consummation which he greeted with a rapid succession of frightful yells.
"Cleverly done, my lad; you"re a chip of the old block, I see," said Jacques, patting the child"s head as he pa.s.sed, and retraced his steps, with Charley, to the Indian camp.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN.
THE FEAST--CHARLEY MAKES HIS FIRST SPEECH IN PUBLIC, AND MEETS WITH AN OLD FRIEND--AN EVENING IN THE GRa.s.s.
Savages, not less than civilised men, are fond of a good dinner. In saying this, we do not expect our reader to be overwhelmed with astonishment. He might have guessed as much; but when we state that savages, upon particular occasions, eat six dinners in one, and make it a point of honour to do so, we apprehend that we have thrown a slightly new light on an old subject. Doubtless there are men in civilised society who would do likewise if they could; but they cannot, fortunately, as great gastronomic powers are dependent on severe, healthful, and prolonged physical exertion. Therefore it is that in England we find men capable only of eating about two dinners at once, and suffering a good deal for it afterward; while in the backwood we see men consume a week"s dinner in one, without any evil consequences following the act.
The feast which was given by the Knisteneux in honour of the visit of our two friends was provided on a more moderate scale than usual, in order to accommodate the capacities of the "white men;" three days"
allowance being cooked for each man. (Women are never admitted to the public feasts.) On the day preceding the ceremony, Charley and Jacques had received cards of invitation from the princ.i.p.al chief, in the shape of two quills; similar invites being issued at the same time to all the braves. Jacques being accustomed to the doings of Indians, and aware of the fact that whatever was provided for each man _must_ be eaten before he quitted the scene of operations, advised Charley to eat no breakfast, and to take a good walk as a preparative. Charley had strong faith, however, in his digestive powers, and felt much inclined, when morning came, to satisfy the cravings of his appet.i.te as usual; but Jacques drew such a vivid picture of the work that lay before him, that he forbore to urge the matter, and went off to walk with a light step, and an uncomfortable feeling of vacuity about the region of the stomach.
About noon the chiefs and braves a.s.sembled in an open enclosure situated in an exposed place on the banks of the river, where the proceedings were watched by the women, children, and dogs. The oldest chief sat himself down on the turf at one end of the enclosure, with Jacques Caradoc on his right hand, and next to him Charley Kennedy, who had ornamented himself with a blue stripe painted down the middle of his nose, and a red bar across his chin. Charley"s propensity for fun had led him thus to decorate his face, in spite of his companion"s remonstrances,--urging, by way of excuse, that worthy"s former argument, "that it was well to fall in with the ways o" the people a man happened to be among, so long as these ways and customs were not contrary to what was right." Now Charley was sure there was nothing wrong in his painting his nose sky-blue, if he thought fit.
Jacques thought it was absurd, and entertained the opinion that it would be more dignified to leave his face "its nat"ral colour."
Charley didn"t agree with him at all. He thought it would be paying the Indians a high compliment to follow their customs as far as possible, and said that, after all, his blue nose would not be very conspicuous, as he (Jacques) had told him that he would "look blue" at any rate when he saw the quant.i.ty of deer"s meat he should have to devour.
Jacques laughed at this, but suggested that the bar across his chin was _red_. Whereupon Charley said that he could easily neutralise that by putting a green star under each eye; and then uttered a fervent wish that his friend Harry Somerville could only see him in that guise.
Finding him incorrigible, Jacques, who, notwithstanding his remonstrances, was more than half imbued with Charley"s spirit, gave in, and accompanied him to the feast, himself decorated with the additional ornament of a red night-cap, to whose crown was attached a tuft of white feathers.
A fire burned in the centre of the enclosure, round which the Indians seated themselves according to seniority, and with deep solemnity; for it is a trait in the Indian"s character that all his ceremonies are performed with extreme gravity. Each man brought a dish or platter, and a wooden spoon.
The old chief, whose hair was very grey, and his face covered with old wounds and scars, received either in war or in hunting, having seated himself, allowed a few minutes to elapse in silence, during which the company sat motionless, gazing at their plates as if they half expected them to become converted into beef-steaks. While they were seated thus, another party of Indians, who had been absent on a hunting expedition, strode rapidly but noiselessly into the enclosure, and seated themselves in the circle. One of these pa.s.sed close to Charley, and in doing so stooped, took his hand, and pressed it. Charley looked up in surprise, and beheld the face of his old friend Redfeather, gazing at him with an expression in which were mingled affection, surprise, and amus.e.m.e.nt at the peculiar alteration in his visage.
"Redfeather!" exclaimed Charley in delight, half rising; but the Indian pressed him down.
"You must not rise," he whispered, and giving his hand another squeeze, pa.s.sed round the circle, and took his place directly opposite.
Having continued motionless for five minutes with becoming gravity, the company began operations by proceeding to smoke out of the sacred stem-- a ceremony which precedes all occasions of importance, and is conducted as follows:--The sacred stem is placed on two forked sticks to prevent its touching the ground, as that would be considered a great evil. A stone pipe is then filled with tobacco, by an attendant appointed specially to that office, and affixed to the stem, which is presented to the princ.i.p.al chief. That individual, with a gravity and _hauteur_ that is unsurpa.s.sed in the annals of pomposity, receives the pipe in both hands, blows a puff to the east (probably in consequence of its being the quarter whence the sun rises), and thereafter pays a similar mark of attention to the other three points. He then raises the pipe above his head, points and balances it in various directions (for what reason and with what end in view is best known to himself), and replaces it again on the forks. The company meanwhile observe his proceedings with sedate interest, evidently imbued with the idea that they are deriving from the ceremony a vast amount of edification--an idea which is helped out, doubtless, by the appearance of the women and children, who surround the enclosure, and gaze at the proceedings with looks of awe-struck seriousness that are quite solemnising to behold.
The chief then makes a speech relative to the circ.u.mstance which has called them together; and which is always more or less interlarded with boastful reference to his own deeds, past, present, and prospective, eulogistic remarks on those of his forefathers, and a general condemnation of all other Indian tribes whatever. These speeches are usually delivered with great animation, and contain much poetic allusion to the objects of nature that surround the homes of the savage. The speech being finished, the chief sits down amid a universal "Ho!"
uttered by the company with an emphatic prolongation of the last letter--this syllable being the Indian subst.i.tute, we presume, for "rapturous applause."
The chief who officiated on the present occasion, having accomplished the opening ceremonies thus far, sat down; while the pipe-bearer presented the sacred stem to the members of the company in succession, each of whom drew a few whiffs and mumbled a few words.
"Do as you see the redskins do, Mr Charles," whispered Jacques, while the pipe was going round.
"That"s impossible," replied Charley, in a tone that could not be heard except by his friend. "I couldn"t make a face of hideous solemnity like that black thief opposite if I was to try ever so hard."
"Don"t let them think you are laughing at them," returned the hunter; "they would be ill pleased if they thought so."
"I"ll try," said Charley, "but it is hard work, Jacques, to keep from laughing; I feel like a high-pressure steam-engine already. There"s a woman standing out there with a little brown baby on her back; she has quite fascinated me; I can"t keep my eyes off her, and if she goes on contorting her visage much longer, I feel that I shall give way."
"Hush!"
At this moment the pipe was presented to Charley, who put it to his lips, drew three whiffs, and returned it with a bland smile to the bearer.