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At war with Pontiac, or, The totem of the bear

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At war with Pontiac, or, The totem of the bear a tale of redcoat and redskin
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Pontiac's Conspiracy, 1763-1765 -- Juvenile fiction ( lcsh )
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Indians of North America -- Juvenile fiction ( lcsh )
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by Kirk Munroe ; with eight illustrations by J. Finnemore.

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AT WAR WITH PONTIAC



By KIRK MUNROE.

Crown 8vo. Cloth elegant. Olivine edges. 5s.

The White Conquerors of Mexico.
A Tale of Toltec and Aztec. With 8 page Illustrations by W. 8.
STACEY,

“Mr. Munroe gives most vivid pictures of the religious and civil polity of
the Aztecs, and of everyday life, as he imagines it, in the streets and market-
places of the magnificent capital of Montezuma.”—The Times.

“There are, in truth, fine scenes in this narrative, and stirring deeds:
heroism and self-sacrifice, as well as cunning cruelty. The story runs
along the true lines of the ideal story for the young.”—Lducational Review.

Lonpon: BLACKIE & SON, LimirED, 50 OLD BAILEY, E.C.































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DONALD IS UNEXPECTEDLY SAVED FROM A TERRIBLE DEATH.



AT WAR WITH PONTIAC

OR, THE TOTEM OF THE BEAR

A TALE OF REDCOAT AND REDSKIN

BY

KIRK MUNROE

Author of “The White Conquerors of Mexico”, &c,

WITH EIGHT ILLUSTRATIONS BY J. FINNEMORE





LONDON

BLACKIE & SON, Lumrep, 50 OLD BAILEY, EC.
: GLASGOW AND DUBLIN
1896



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TABLE OF CONTENTS

TAWTRY Howusz . . . . . . 7

Toe Magsor Gains A FRIEND AND MAKES AN
INEMY

Truman Fiace’s Story

Escarr OF THE PRISONERS .

A Basy Lost anpD RECOVERED .

Tue WILDERNESS

Tue Magor RE-ENTERS ACTIVE SERVICE

DoNALD SETS FoRTH ON A PurrLous Mission

St. Ausin’s Starritinc InroRMATION

Pontiac DECLARES WAR Fi . : .

Magor HESTER IS TAKEN PRISONER

DonaLp AT JOHNSON CASTLE . . .

ParMAsteR BULLEN AND HIS WONDERFUL TuB

A Waitt Mepicins Man

DonaLD AND CHRISTIE CEMENT A FRIENDSHIP

QUICKEYE AND THE ‘ ZEBRA”?

A Brave Girt Carrive.

SURPRISE AND Destruction oF THE BOAT BRIGADE

Tur Totem saves Donaxp’s Lire

Birter Disappointment at Fort Derroir .

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In Sparco or a Lost Sister .

AMID THE Ruins or Fort Sandusky

DiscOVERED AND PURSUED BY SAVAGES .

Curistir’s Brave DEFENCE OF HIS Post

DONALD FIRES THE MINE AND SAVES THE BLOCK-
HOUSE

Frienps in Captivity

How THE PAYMASTER NAVIGATED Laxe Erm
In A Tus

Tur PAYMASTER IN WAR-PAINT AND FEATHERS

DoNALD AND THE PAYMASTER ESCAPE

Imminent DANGER OF THE SCHOONER GLADWYN

PoNTIAC RECOGNIZES THE TOTEM

Last CRUISE OF THE PAYMASTER’S TUB .

Fort DETROIT IS REINFORCED .

AH-MO, THE DAUGHTER OF PonTIAC

A Nigut or FicgHtmnec anD TERROR

Brave DratH or tHE OLp Magor .

Tur Curse or tHe Magic Crrcie .

A WINTER IN THE WILDERNESS

An ApDopTrED DavuGuTER oF THE Forest

Tur PRINCESS ANSWERS DoNALD’s QUESTION .

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AT WAR WITH PONTIAC

OR, THE TOTEM OF THE BEAR

CHAPTER I.

TAWTRY HOUSE

A GLORIOUS midsummer day was drawing to a
close; its heat had passed; the tall forest trees, —
whose leaves were pleasantly rustled by the cool
breeze of approaching night, flung a bridge of trem-
ulous shadows across the surface of Loch Meg, and
all nature was at peace. The tiny lake, though
bearing an old-world name, was of the new world,
and was one of the myriad forest gems that decked
the wilderness of western New York a century and
a half ago. It was embraced in a patent recently
granted by the English king to his well-approved
servant Graham Hester, whose bravery and wounds
had won for him an honorable retirement, with the
rank of major in a Highland regiment, ere he was

forty years of age. Being thus provided with an
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2 AT WAR WITIL PONTIAC

ample estate, Major Hester, with his young wife and
half a dozen trusty followers, left the old world for
the new, and plunged into its wilderness. Though
somewhat dismayed to find his property located a
score of leagues beyond that of his nearest white
neighbour, the major was at the same time gratified
to discover in that neighbour his old friend and com-
rade William Johnson, through whose diplomacy
the powerful Iroquois tribes of the Six Nations
were allied to the English and kept at peace.

On a crest of land overlooking and sloping gently
down to the blue lakelet which Major Hester had
named in honour of his wife, he erected a substantial
blockhouse of squared timbers. Behind it were
ranged a number of log outbuildings about three
sides of a square, in the centre of which was dug a
deep well. Having thus in a time of peace prepared
for war, the proprietor began the improvement of his
estate with such success that, within three years
from the felling of the first tree, several acres of
gloomy forest were replaced by smiling fields. A
young orchard was in sturdy growth, a small herd of
cattle found ample pasturage on the borders of the
lake, and on all sides were evidences of thrift and
plenty.

The military instinct of the proprietor caused all
forest growth to be cleared from a broad space
entirely around the rude fortress that held his life’s
treasures; but within the enclosure he left standing



TAWTRY HOUSE 3

two superb oaks. These not only afforded a grateful
shade, but gave a distinctive feature to the place
that was quickly recognized by the surrounding
Indians. Thus they always spoke of it as the house
of the two trees, or two-tree house, a name that soon
became “ Tawtry House,” under which designation
it was known from the unsalted seas to the tide
waters of the distant Shattemuc.

Tawtry House not only offered a ready welcome
and bountiful hospitality to the occasional hunter,
trader, or traveller tempted by business or curiosity
into that wild region, but to the Indians who still
roamed the forest at will and had established one of
their villages at no great distance from it. With
these, by the exercise of extreme firmness and an
inflexible honesty, Major Hester succeeded in main-
taining friendly relations, in spite of their jealousy
of his presence among them. At the same time, his
wife, through her gentleness and ready sympathy in
their times of sickness or distress, gained their deep-
seated affection.

Although the Iroquois were thus at peace with
their English neighbours, there was a bitter enmity
between them and the French settlers of Canada,
who had espoused the cause of their hereditary foes,
the tribes dwelling along the St. Lawrence and on
both shores of the great fresh-water lakes. Most
prominent of these were the Ottawas, Hurons or
Wyandots, Ojibwas and Pottawattamies, who were



4 AT WAR WITH PONTIAC

allied in a defensive league against their powerful
enemies. ‘Their ancient hatred of the Iroquois, ani-
mated by the traditions of generations, was ever
fanned into a blaze by Jesuit priests eager for the
triumph of their faith, French traders anxious to
monopolize the immensely profitable fur business of
the new world, and French soldiers determined at
any cost to extend the empire of their king. Thus,
on one pretext or another, war parties were con-
stantly coming and going, destroying or being de-
stroyed, and it well behooved the adventurous frontier
settler to intrench himself strongly behind massive
timbers and stout palisades.

Under these conditions and amid such scenes, in
the year 1743, when Tawtry House was still sweet-
scented with odours of the forest from which it had
been so recently hewn, was born Donald Hester, as
sturdy a young American as ever kicked in swaddling
clothes, and the hero of this tale of the forest.

On the midsummer evening with which our story
opens, Major Hester and his wife walked, hand in
hand, beyond the palisades of their fortress home,
enjoying the marvellous beauty of their surroundings
and talking of many things. Already had this wil-
derness home become very dear to them; for, repre-
senting years of toil and privation as it did, it was
their very own and the heritage of their boy, now
two years of age, who toddled behind them in charge
of a ruddy-cheeked Scotch nurse. While they re-



TAWTRY HOUSE 5

joiced over what had been accomplished, they planned
for the future, and discussed the details of many pro-
jected improvements. At the outlet of the lake a
egrist-mill should be built, and the low lands beyond
should be drained to afford increased pasturage for
their multiplying herd.

As they talked there came a sound from the forest
depths that caused them to pause and listen. Borne
faintly on the evening breeze, was a distant firing of
guns, and they fancied that it was accompanied by a
confusion of yells from human throats.

“Oh, Graham! what can it mean?” exclaimed
Mrs. Hester, as she clasped her husband’s arm and
glanced instinctively back, to make sure of the safety
of her child.

“Nothing that need alarm you, my dear,” answered
the major, reassuringly. “It is only a token of some
jollification among our Indian friends: a war dance,
or a scalp dance, or the advent among them of a new
lot of wretched captives, or something of that kind.
I remember Truman mentioning, more than a week
ago, that another war party had gone out. I do wish’
though that the Senecas would take it into their
heads to move their village farther away. I used to
think five miles quite a respectable distance, but
now —”

“T would that this horrible fighting were ended,”
interrupted Mrs. Hester. ‘“ Will not the time ever
come, Graham, when these poor heathen will cease



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from their dreadful wars, and live at peace with each
other, like civilized beings?”

“Like civilized beings, my dear?” laughed Major
Hester. “Yes, I think I may safely prophesy that if
the time ever comes when those nations which we
eall civilized give over fighting, then even the red
Indians may be persuaded to follow their example.
As for their methods of warfare, they are but the
counterparts of those practised by our own savage
ancestors a few centuries ago; while in their torture
of captives they are only reproducing the acts of
civilized Romans, medizval knights, and the Holy
Inquisition. It is not long since, even in England,
Elizabeth Gaunt was burned to death at Tyburn for
yielding to the dictates of compassion and giving
shelter to a political offender; nor are the cries for
mercy of the martyrs tortured at Smithfield stakes
yet forgotten. The burning of New England witches
is recent history, while the dismal record of devilish
tortures inflicted by white men upon Indian captives
is unbroken from the days of Columbus. Did not
Frontenac cause an Iroquois warrior to be burned
alive in order to terrorize his fellows? Did not—”

The honest major was so warmed to his subject
that he might have discoursed upon it indefinitely,
had he not been startlingly interrupted. He and his
wife were retracing their steps toward the house, and,
as before, the Scotch maid, with her toddling charge,
was some paces behind them. At a wild scream



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from the girl those in advance turned in time to see
the flying form of a young Indian, who had just
emerged from the near-by forest, fall headlong at her
feet. His naked body was pierced by wounds, and
his strength was evidently exhausted. As he fell, a
second Indian, in whose right hand gleamed a deadly
tomahawk, leaped from the woodland shadows, and,
with a yell of triumph, bounded toward his intended
victim. He was closely followed by two others.

As the Scotch girl stood motionless with terror,
little Donald, evidently believing this to be some new
form of game provided for his especial edification, ran
forward with a gurgle of delight, stumbled, and fell
directly across the head of the prostrate Indian. But
for the child’s sudden movement the keen-bladed
hatchet in the hand of the foremost pursuer, already
drawn back for the deadly throw, would have sped
on its fatal mission.

With a cry of anguish Mrs. Hester sprang toward
her baby; but quicker than she, with a leap like that
of a panther, Major Hester gained the spot first,
snatched up his child, and, over the body of the
young Indian, sternly confronted his scowling pur-
suers.



CHAPTER Ii

THE MAJOR GAINS A FRIEND AND MAKES AN
ENEMY

For some seconds the three Indians, who were
panting heavily from the effect of their long chase
through the forest, gazed in silence at the white
man who with the child in his arms so fearlessly con-
fronted them. Then the foremost of them, an evil-
looking savage who bore the name of Mahng (the
Diver), motioned the major aside with a haughty
wave of the hand, saying: “Let the white man step
from the path of Mahng, that he may kill this Ottawa
dog who thought to escape the vengeance of the
Senecas.”

Without retreating an inch from his position, and
still holding the little Donald, who crowed with
delight at sight of the Indians, Major Hester re-
plied: —

“Not even if the whole Seneca tribe demanded it
would I allow this man to be murdered in the pres-
ence of my wife. Nor, since my child has saved
his life, will I deliver him into your hands for
torture. He has sought my protection, and it shall
be granted him until he is proved unworthy of it.



THE MAJOR GAINS A FRIEND 9

Let the sachems of your tribe lay this grievance
before Sir William Johnson. If the white chief
decides that the prisoner must be restored to them,
and so orders, then will I give him up, but not
‘before. Now go, ere my young men, who are
already approaching, reach this place and drive you
from it with whips, like yelping curs.”

Being sufficiently acquainted with the English
language to comprehend the purport of these re-
marks, the scowling savage made answer: —

“Who gave the white man the right to step be-
tween an Indian andan Indian? This land is Indian
land. The long house in which the white man
dwells belongs to the Indians, as did the forest
trees from which it is built. If the Indian says
stay, then may you stay; if he says go, then must
you go. Let one of your young men but lift a hand
against Mahne, and this ground that has known the
tread of the white man shall know it no more for-
ever. His house shall become a hooting place for
owls, and Seneca squaws shall gather the harvest of
his fields. Restore then to Mahng his prisoner, that
there may be no bad blood between him and his white
brother.”

“ Never,’
ciently versed in the Indian tongue to catch the
general drift of these remarks.

?

replied Major Hester, who was suffi-

He had hardly uttered the word ere Mahng stooped,
darted forward with deadly intent like a wild ser-



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pent, and sought to bury his gleaming hatchet in
the brain of his still prostrate foe.

Like a flash the major’s strong right foot shot
out; the heavy, hob-nailed walking-shoe caught the
savage squarely under the chin; he was lifted from
the ground, and, falling on his back, lay as one who
is dead.

The remaining savages made as though to take.
instant vengeance for this deadly insult and, as they
imagined, murder of their leader, but their impulse
was checked by a stern command from behind.
Glancing in that direction, they saw themselves
covered by a long, brown rifle-barrel, held by a white
man clad in the leathern costume of the backwoods.
At the same time half a dozen labourers who, home-
returning from the fields, had noticed that something
unusual was taking place, came hurrying to the
scene of disturbance. Wisely concluding that un-
der these circumstances discretion was the better part
of valour, the Senecas picked up their helpless com-
rade and, retreating as rapidly as their burden would
permit, disappeared amid the darkening shadows of
the forest. ;

The tableau presented at this moment by those
who remained was that of the tall major standing
above the prostrate form of the escaped captive, hold-
ing his laughing child in one arm while his trem-
bling wife clung to the other. Close beside them
knelt the terror-stricken maid, with her face bur-









































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THE MAJOR GAINS A FRIEND Sal

ied in her hands, and a few paces in the rear were
- grouped the labourers, armed with various implements
of toil. In the foreground, Truman Flagg, the hun-
ter, white by birth, Indian by association and educa-
tion, leaned on his rifle and gazed silently after the
disappearing savages. As they vanished in the
forest, he remarked quietly: —

“°*Twas handsomely done, major, and that scoun-
drel Mahng deserved all he got. But ef he’s as dead
as he looks, I’m fearful that kick may get you into
trouble with the tribe, though he’s not a Seneca by
blood, nor overly popular at that.”

“You know him, then?” queried the major.

“Not edzackly what you might call know him;
but I know something of him.”

“Very well; come up to the house and tell me
what you know, while we consider this business.
Some of you men carry this poor fellow to the tool-
house, where we will see what can be done for him.
Now, my dear, the evening meal awaits us, and I
for one shall partake of it with a keener relish that
this unfortunate affair has terminated so happily.”

“T pray God, Graham, that it may be terminated,”
replied Mrs. Hester, fervently, as she took the child
from its father’s arms and strained him to her bosom.

The whole of this dramatic scene had transpired
within the space of a few minutes, and when the
men approached to lift the prostrate Indian they
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be able to stand, and walk feebly with the aid of
some support.

Major Hester’s first duty, after conveying his
wife and child to the shelter of the blockhouse,
was to visit the guest so strangely thrust upon
his hospitality, and inquire into his condition.
He found him lying on a pallet of straw, over
which a blanket had been thrown, and conversing
with Truman Flagg in an Indian tongue un-
known to the proprietor. The hunter was bath-
ing the stranger’s wounds with a gentleness that
seemed out of keeping with his own rude aspect,
and administering occasional draughts of cool well-
water, that appeared to revive the sufferer as though
it were the very elixir of life.

“What do you make of the case?” asked the
major, as he watched Truman Flagg apply to each
of the many gashes in the Indian’s body a healing
salve made of bear’s grease mixed with the fra-
grant resin of the balsam fir. “ Will he pull through,
think you?”

“Bless you, yes, major! He'll pull through
all right; for, bad as his hurts look, none of em’s
dangerous. They warn’t meant to be. He was
nighest dead from thirst. You see, he’s been
under torture most of.the day, without nary a drop
to wash down his last meal, which war a chunk
of salted meat give to him yesterday evening.
He’ll pick up fast enough now, though. All he



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needs to make him as good as new is food and
drink, and a night’s rest. After that you’ll find
him ready to go on the war-path again, ef so be
he’s called to do it. He’s the pluckiest Injun
ever I see, and I’ve trailed, fust and last, most
of the kinds there is. Ef he warn’t, I wouldn’t
be fussin’ over him now, for his tribe is mostly
pizen. But true grit’s true grit, whether you find
it in white or red, and a man what values hisself
as a man, is bound to appreciate it whenever its
trail crosses his’n.”

“A sentiment in which I must heartily concur,”
assented the major. “A brave enemy is always
preferable to a cowardly friend. But is this Indian
an enemy? To what tribe does he belong?”

“Ottaway,” was the laconic answer.

“Ottawa!” exclaimed the major, greatly dis-
concerted. “Why, the Ottawas are the firmest
allies of France and the most inveterate enemies
of the English. Are you certain he is an Ot-
tawa?”

“Sartain,” replied the hunter, with a silent
laugh at the other’s evident dismay. “And not
only that, but he’s the best fighter and best man
in the whole Ottaway tribe. They call him
Songa, the strong heart, and I consate Sir Will-
iam would be passing glad to exchange one hun-
dred pounds of the king’s money for his scalp
to-morrow.” .



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“Why don’t you earn it, then?” asked the
other. “Surely one hundred pounds could not be
gained more easily, nor is it a sum of money to be
despised even by an independent American woods-
ranger like yourself.”

For answer the hunter rose slowly to his full
height, and, holding a candle above his head, so
that its light shone full on the proprietor’s face,
regarded him intently for a score of seconds.

“You don’t mean it, Major Hester! Thank
God, you don’t mean it! for your face belies your
words, and proves you to be an honest man,” he
said at length. “Ef I thought you meant what
you just said, and was one to tempt a poor man
to commit a murder for the sake of gold, I would
never again sit at your table, nor set foot in your
house, nor look upon your face, nor think of you
save with the contempt an honest man must always
feel for a villain.”

“No, Truman. I did not mean what I said,”
replied the major, holding out a hand that was
heartily grasped by the other. “I spoke out of
curiosity to hear your reply, though I might have
known it would have the ring of true steel. Now
I must return to my wife, and if you will join us,
after you have done what you can for this poor
fellow, we will consult concerning the situation,
for it is no light thing to hold Songa the Ottawa
as prisoner in one’s house.”



CHAPTER III
TRUMAN FLAGG’S STORY

TRUMAN FLAGG was a son of one of those hardy
New England families which, ever pushing into
the wilderness in the extreme van of civilization,
were the greatest sufferers from the forays of
French and Indians, who every now and then
swept down from Canada, like packs of fierce
Northern wolves. In one of these raids his par-
ents were killed, and the lad was borne away to
be adopted among the Caughnawagas, who dwelt on
the St. Lawrence, not far from Montreal. With
these Indians he lived for several years, and hav-
ing a natural taste for languages, acquired, during
this time, a fair knowledge of the tongues of
most of the Northern tribes, as well as a smat-
tering of French. He also became well versed
in woodcraft, and so thoroughly Indian in ap-
pearance and habit that when he was again
captured by a marauding party of Maquas, or Mo-
hawks, it was not detected that he was of white
blood until he was stripped for the ordeal of the
gantlet, in an Iroquois village. His identity



16 AT WAR WITH PONTIAC

being thus discovered, his latest captors washed
from him his Caughnawaga paint, repainted and
reclad him in Mohawk fashion, and treated him
in all respects like a son of the tribe. Having
thus exchanged one form of Indian life for an-
other, Truman Flagg remained among the Iroquois
long enough to master their languages, and re-
ceive the name of Honosagetha, or the man of
much talk. Finally, he attracted the attention
of Sir William Johnson, and became one of the
general’s interpreters, as well as a counsellor in
Indian affairs. After awhile the forest ranger
so fretted against the restraints of civilization
and town life, as he termed that of the frontier
settlement clustered about Johnson Hall on the
lower Mohawk, that when Major Hester, search-
ing for an experienced guide and hunter, offered
him the position, he gladly accepted it. Since
then, save when his services were required as a
‘messenger between Tawtry House and the river
settlements, he had been free to come and go as
he pleased, provided he kept his employer fairly
well provided with all varieties of game in its
season. Thus he was able to spend much of his
time in roaming the forest, passing from one
Indian village to another, keeping himself posted
on all subjects of interest t. vhese wilderness com-
munities, and ever watching, with eagle eye, over
the safety of the Tawtry House inmates. He



TRUMAN FLAGG’S STORY 17

was a#simple-hearted fellow, of sterling honesty,
and a keen intelligence, that enabled him to ab-
sorb information on all subjects that came within
his range, as a sponge absorbs water. Although
of slender build, his muscles were of iron, his
eyesight was that of a hawk, and as a rifle-shot
he had no superior among all the denizens of the
forest, white or red. During three years of mu-
tual helpfulness, a strong friendship had sprung
up between this son of the forest and the soldier,
whose skilled valour on old-world battle-fields had
won the approbation of a king. Now, therefore,
the latter awaited with impatience the coming of
the hunter, whose advice he deemed essential be-
fore deciding upon any plan of action in the present
crisis.

When Truman Flage appeared, and reported
his patient to be sleeping soundly after having
eaten a hearty supper, the major asked what he
knew concerning the young Ottawa, and was an-
swered as follows: —

“As fur as I kin make out, major, Mahng, the
fellow you laid out so neatly awhile ago, is a
Jibway, while Songa is an Ottaway, and son of
the head chief, or medicine man, of the Metai, a
magic circle of great influence among the lake
tribes. Not long ago both Songa and Mahng
courted a young Jibway squaw, who was said to

be the handsomest gal of her tribe. They had
(M122) c



18 AT WAR WITH PONTIAC’

some hot fights over her; but from the first she
favored Songa, and so, of course, the other fellow
had no show. Finally, Songa married her and
carried her away to the Ottaway villages. On
this, Mahng swore to be revenged on both of ’em,
and as the Jibways and Ottaways is good friends,
he come and jined the Senecas on purpose to get
a chance at Songa. Here, seeing as he belongs to
the totem of the wolf, which is strong among the
Senecas, and as he isn’t in noways a coward nor
lacking in good fighting sense, he soon made a
name for himself as a warrior, and could raise a
party agin the Ottaways any time he chose.
Most of the fighting that’s been going on since
you came here has been stirred up by Mahng, and
ef the whites gets drawed into it, it'll be his
doings. With all his smartness he never met up
with Songa, or leastways never got the best of
him, till this last time, when, fur as I kin make
out, they caught him and his squaw and _ their
young one travelling from one Ottaway village to
another. They say Songa made the prettiest fight
ever was seen, killed half a dozen of Mahng’s
party, and held ’em all off till his squaw had made
good her escape with the child. Then he give up,
and they brought him in. They waited till he
got well of his hurts, and then they set out to kill
him by as mean and devilish a lot of tortures as
ever I see.”



TRUMAN FLAGG’S STORY 19

“You don’t mean to say,” interrupted the other,
“that you were one of the spectators at a scene
of torture, and did nothing to prevent it?”

_“Sartain I do, major. It’s part of my business
to see such things. It’s also part of my business
to keep the peace, so fur as I kin, betwixt Injuns
and whites, which it would have been broke very
sudden ef I had interfered with an Injun execu-
tion of an Injun captive. They was only acting
cording to their light, and I acted ’cording to
mine.” .

“T suppose you are right,” assented the major,
“but I am glad I was not in your place, and sorry
that the savages should have had the encourage-
ment of your presence at one of their devilish
orgies.”

“They’ve had that many a time, major, when I
couldn’t help myself,” replied the hunter, soberly.
“They didn’t get any encouraging from me this
day, though, for they didn’t see me. I was too
snugly hid for that. But to make a short story,
they tormented that poor chap in one way and
another until I thought he must be done for, and
all the time he never uttered a sound except to
jeer at ’em, nor quivered an eyelash. Once, when
they saw he was nearly dead with thirst, they
loosed his hands and gave him a bowl of cool
spring water; but as he lifted it to his lips, they
dashed it to the ground. After that they held



20 AT WAR WITH PONTIAC

another bowl of water close to his face, but he
never gratified ’em by making a move to try and
drink it.

“Finally, they made a circle of dry wood around
him and set fire to it. Then I thought it was all
up with the poor fellow, and his torment would
soon be over. I was just saying this to myself when
something swift and still as a shadder brushed
past the place where I was hid. I had just time
to see that it was a woman, when she cleared the
woods. like a flash, ran to the stake, never minding
the flames more’n ef they’d been a shower of rain,
and cut Songa free.

“He gave a great leap, like a deer, out of the
ring of fire that was slowly roasting him, knocked
down two or three warriors that stood in his path,
and gained the woods, with her close beside him,
almost before any one knew what had happened.
A score of rifle balls whizzed after them, but they
wasn’t hit, and they had a clear start of a hun-
dred yards afore the crowd took after ’em. Mahng
was the only-one who could keep ’em in sight,
and when they separated at the foot of the lake,
he taking up one side, and she the other, Mahng
trailed the one he hated most, which was Songa.”

“How did you happen to see all this?” inquired
the major. “They must have passed from view of
your hiding-place very quickly.”

“Oh, I jined in the hunt, too,” replied Truman



TRUMAN FLAGG’S STORY 21

Flagg. “TI thought some one might find it handy
to have me ’round. Besides, J was feeling cramped
and in need of a bit of exercise.”

“Well, it was handy to have you around,” said
the major, heartily, “and it will be long ere I for-
get the gratitude with which I saw you at that
critical moment. I am thankful, too, that the
poor fellow escaped and sought the refuge he did,
though what I am to do with him is more than i
can imagine. I wish with all my heart that he
were well on his way toward the Ottawa villages.
But who was the woman who rescued him so splen-
didly, and what do you suppose became of her?”

‘He claims her as his squaw,” replied the hunter,
“and ef she’s where’ I left her, she’s setting watch-
ing him at this moment.”

“You don’t mean it! How can she be?” cried
the major, Jumping to his feet.

“T do mean it; and she can be beside him be-
cause I let her in myself, not half an hour ago,
and locked the door after me when I come out.”

“Then come with me at once, for I must go
and see them,” exclaimed the proprietor, starting
toward the door.

“Hold a bit, major. Don’ you think that
maybe Songa has earned a few hours of uninter-
rupted rest?” asked the hunter.

“Yes, you are right, he certainly has,’
the major, as he again sank into his chair.

>

replied



CHAPTER IV
ESCAPE OF THE PRISONERS

Mrs. Hester, who had been putting her child
to sleep, entered the room in time to hear the
conclusion of the hunter’s story, which she found
intensely interesting. Like her husband, she was
filled with a desire to see the brave woman who,
daring all for the man she loved, had, alone and
unaided, saved him from a horrible fate. With
him, though, she agreed that it would be cruel to
disturb the much-needed and bravely earned rest
of their guests. Thus it was decided that they
should wait until morning before visiting those
whom Fate had so strangely thrust upon their
hospitality. In the meantime, were they guests
or prisoners, and what was to be done with them?

Long and animated was the discussion of these
questions, which were finally settled by the major,
who said: “They are both. For this night they
are our guests. To-morrow morning I shall set a
guard over them, for their protection as well as
our own. Thus they will become prisoners. If
by the time the Ottawa warrior is sufficiently
recovered of his wounds to travel, I have received



ESCAPE OF THE PRISONERS 23

no word to the contrary from Johnson, I shall let
him go, and bid him God speed. If, however, I
should receive orders to continue to hold him, or
even to deliver him over to his savage captors,
which God forbid, I can conceive of no alterna-
tive save that of obedience.”

“Oh, Graham! You wouldn’t, you couldn't,
deliver that splendid Indian and his brave wife
to the awful fate that would await them!” cried
Mrs. Hester.

“T don’t think that I could give up the woman
nor that I would be required to, seeing that she
was not a prisoner of war; but with the man it
is different. He is a chief in the tribe who have
proved themselves most inveterate foes of the
English, and, from what Flagg tells me, I should
judge a man of extraordinary ability. His death
at this time might prove the future salvation cf
hundreds of white men, women, and children. To
allow him to escape may involve us in war. The
decision either way will be fraught with far-reach-
ing results, and I am thankful that it does not
rest with me. Whatever Johnson may order in a
case of this kind must be obeyed, without regard
to our private views, for he is the accredited rep-
resentative, in this section, of the king, God bless
him, whom we are sworn to serve. At any rate,
we may rest easy this night, and for two yet to
come; for, even if the Senecas lay this grievance



24 AT WAR WITH PONTIAC

before the governor, it must still be several days ere
I can hear from him.”

“Oh dear!” sighed Mrs. Hester, “I suppose
you are right, Graham, of course, but the contin-
gency is too dreadful to contemplate. I believe I
would even go so far as to help these poor people
to escape, and so defy the governor, rather than
allow them to be given up; for I know the wife
will insist on sharing her husband’s fate, what-
ever it may be.”

“TI don’t believe you would, my dear, if you
first paused to consider what effect your action
might have upon the future of your own boy,”
replied her husband, gravely.

Before retiring for the night the major and
Truman Flage cautiously approached the tool-
house, and, listening at its single opén window,
which was merely a slit cut through the logs at
the back to serve as a loop-hole for musketry,
plainly heard the heavy breathing that assured
them of the safety of the prisoners. Then the
major bade his companion good-night, and turned
toward his own quarters. He had gone but a
few steps when the hunter overtook him and
handed him the key of the tool-house, saying that
he should feel more at ease with it in the propri-
etor’s possession. As they again separated, he
remarked that, being so very weary, he feared he
should sleep late the following morning.



ESCAPE OF THE PRISONERS 25

In spite of this, Truman [lage was up and
stirring while it yet wanted an hour of dawn.
Lighting a small dark-lantern and moving with
the utmost caution, he made, from various places,
a collection of food, clothing, and arms.

“Tt’s what the major in his heart wishes done,
I’m sartain,” he muttered to himself, “and what
the madam would never forgive me ef I left
undone. I could see that in her face.”

Having completed his preparations, the hunter
stepped lightly across the parade ground, as the
major called the enclosed square, and opened the
tool-house door, which he had softly unlocked, in
anticipation of this time, the moment before hand-
ing its key to Major Hester. Carefully as he
entered the building, its inmates were instantly
wide awake and aware of his presence. With a
few whispered words he explained the situation
to Songa, adding that while the white chief had
no authority to free a prisoner, he was unwilling
that one whose life had been saved by his child
should be restored to those who would surely kill
him. “Therefore,” continued the hunter, “he bids
you make good your escape while it is yet dark,
taking with you these presents. He would have
you tell no man of the manner of your going, and
bids you remember, if ever English captives are
in your power, that you owe both life and liberty
to an English child.



26 AT WAR WITH PONTIAC .

“To you,” he added, turning to Songa’s heroic
wife, “the white squaw sends the greeting of one
brave woman to another. She bids you go in
peace, lead your husband to the lodges of his
people, and restore him to the child who, but for
her child, would now be fatherless.”

As the young Ottawa, assisted by his loving
wife, slowly gained his feet and painfully straight-
ened his body, whose stiffened wounds rendered every
movement one of torture, he answered simply: —

“The words of my white brother are good.
Songa will never forget them. If all white men
were like him, there would be no more fighting,
for the hatchet would be buried forever.”

While both the hunter and the squaw rubbed
the sufferer’s limbs with bear’s grease, and so in
a measure restored their suppleness, the latter
said in a low voice, that was yet thrilling in its
intensity : —

“Tell my white sister that through her words I
can understand the love of the Great Spirit for
his children. They have sunk deep into my heart,
where their refreshing shall ever be as that of cool
waters.”

In the first faint flush of the coming dawn two
dusky figures slipped, with the silence of shadows,
from among the buildings of Tawtry House, sped
across the open, and vanished in the blackness of
the forest. At the same time Truman Flagg, well



ESCAPE OF THE PRISONERS 27

satisfied with the act just performed, though won-
dering as to what would be its results, returned to
his own lodging, flung himself on his couch of
skins, and was quickly buried in slumber.

He was awakened some time later by the voice
of his employer, calling, “Come, Flagg! Turn
out! the sun is all of two hours high, and here
you are still sleeping. You ought to be ashamed
of yourself.”

As the hunter emerged from his cabin, yawning
and stretching, the major continued: “I am on
my way to visit our guests, or prisoners, as I
suppose we must now call them, and want you to
act as interpreter. Whether guests or prisoners,
we must not allow them to starve, and if they are
half as hungry as I am at this moment, they must
feel that they are in imminent danger of it.”

The honest soldier was amazed to find the door of
the tool-house unlocked, and still more so to discover
that the place was empty. “What does it mean?”
he cried angrily. “Have we a traitor among us?
or is it witchcraft? Surely no human being, wounded
so nigh unto death as was that Indian but a few hours
since, could have effected an escape unaided.”

“You forget that the squaw was with him,” sug-
gested the hunter.

“True; though how she could have unlocked the
door passes my understanding. Are you certain
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28 AT WAR WITH PONTIAC

“T am sartain,” replied Truman Flagg, “for I
tried it afterwards.”

A prolonged, though unavailing, search was made
through all the buildings and the adjacent forest
that morning. While it was in progress the ma-
jor appeared greatly chagrined at the turn of events;
but his outward demeanour concealed an inward satis-
faction that he had not been obliged to abuse the laws
of hospitality, by treating his guests as prisoners.

As for Mrs. Hester, she rejoiced so openly at
their escape that the hunter was finally emboldened
to confess to her his share in it, and deliver the
message of the Indian woman.



CHAPTER V
A BABY LOST AND RECOVERED

In the scouting of that morning Truman Flagg
took an active part, and he alone of all who were
out discovered the trail of the fleeing Ottawas. Fol-
lowing it far enough to assure himself that no un-
friendly forest ranger had run across it, he turned
his steps in the direction of the Seneca village.
Here, although he was received with a certain cool-
ness, arising from his participation in the incident
of the previous evening, no affront was offered him,
and he had no difficulty in acquiring the information
he desired. Thus he was able to report to Major
Hester, on his return to Tawtry House, that Mahng
not only lived, but was in a fair way to recover
from his injury, and that by means of swift runners
the grievance of the Indians had already been laid
before Sir William Johnson.

This report was confirmed on the following day,
by the appearance of a delegation of Seneca chiefs,
who brought a note from the governor, and de-
manded that Major Hester deliver to them the
Ottawa captive. Sir William’s note, though ex-
tremely courteous, was very firm, and contained an



30 AT WAR WITH PONTIAC

unmistakable order for restoration to the Senecas of
their lawful prisoner. It also chided the major for
interfering between Indians, at a risk of disturbing
the friendly relations between the English and their
Iroquois neighbours.

With the reading of this note an angry flush
mantled the soldier’s bronzed cheeks, and he seemed
on the point of expressing his feelings in forcible
language. Controlling himself with a visible effort,
and bidding Truman Flagg interpret his words, he
replied to the chiefs as follows: —

“Brothers: I have listened to your demand and
find it a just one. The talking-paper of the white
chief bids me deliver to you a prisoner known as
Songa the Ottawa. The orders of the white chief
must be obeyed, as I would obey this one were it
possible to do so, but it is not. Listen. As I
walked before my lodge, a stranger, whom I had
never seen, ran from the forest and fell at my feet.
He was bleeding from many wounds, and exhausted
from long running. An enemy followed, and
sought to kill him; when my son, a little child,
threw himself across the stranger’s neck and saved
his life. Was not that a sign from the Great Spirit
that he wished the stranger to live? Could I do
less than was done by that little child? You know
I could not. You know that no Seneca warrior
would allow a man to be killed who sought his pro-
tection insuch a manner. So I lifted this stranger



A BABY LOST AND RECOVERED 31

and took him to my lodge. At the same time I told
his enemy that I would keep him until an order
could be brought from the great white chief for him
to be delivered up. Now you have brought that
order, and, were the stranger still in my lodge, I
would deliver him to you; but he is not. He left
me that same night. How, I know not. He was
sore wounded, and was lodged in a secure place,
but in the morning he was gone. I am told that he
is a medicine man of the Metai. May he not have
been removed by the magic of his circle? No matter.
He was here and is gone. You look to me for him,
and I cannot produce him. That is all. I have
spoken.”

A dignified old Seneca chief arose to reply, and
said: “We have heard the words of my white
brother, and we believe them to be true, for his
tongue is not crooked. He alone of all white men
has never lied to us. He says the prisoner is gone,
and it must be so. But it is not well. Our hearts
are heavy at the escape of so brave a captive.
What, then, will my brother give us in his place,
that the heaviness of our hearts may be lifted?”

“JT will give you,” replied Major Hester, “two
guns, and ten red blankets, twenty pounds of
powder and fifty pounds of lead, one piece of blue
cloth, one piece of red cloth, and five pounds of
tobacco. Is it enough?”

“It is enough,” answered the chief, while the eyes



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of his companions glistened at the prospect of this
munificent present. “But,” he continued, “there
was a woman. What will my brother give for
her?”

“Nothing,” answered the white brother, promptly,
“for she was not your prisoner.”

“Ueh!” grunted the Indians.

“There is also Mahng,” continued the savage
diplomat, whose rule of action was that of his white
colleagues in the same service; namely, to give as
little and get as much as possible. “What will
my brother give him to help the healing of his
wounds?”

2

“JT will give Mahng a handsome present when-
ever he shall come to receive it, that there may be
no bad blood between us,” was the answer; and with
these concessions the Indians expressed themselves
as well content.

The proprietor of Tawtry House kept his word
in regard to the presents; but Mahng never came
to claim those set apart for him. Instead of so
doing, he sent word to Major Hester that no gift,
save that of his life’s blood, would ever atone for
the insult of that kick, nor wipe out the enmity
between them.

“So be it, then, if he will have it so,” replied the
soldier, with a light laugh, when this was reported
to him; but his wife turned pale and trembled as
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scowling face. Nor was the Ojibwa’s threat an
entirely idle one, as the settlers discovered to their
sorrow, when several of their cattle were killed, an
outbuilding was burned, and finally the major him-
self had a narrow escape with his life, from a shot
fired by an unseen foe. Finally, these things be-
came so annoying that Sir William Johnson notified
the Senecas to drive Mahng from their country,
or hand him over to the whites for punishment,
unless they wished to forfeit the valuable annual
present, sent to them by their great Father of Eng-
land, an instalment of which was then due.

As the Diver was by no means popular in his
adopted tribe, he was promptly carried across the
Niagara river, and forbidden ever to set foot on its
eastern shore again, under penalty of death. Hav-
ing performed this virtuous act, the Senecas moved
eastward to the long council-house of the Six
Nations, which was located in the country of
the Onondagas, where they were to receive their
presents and share in the deliberations of their
confederacy.

“ It was two months after the incidents above de-
scribed, and several weeks had passed without an
Indian having been seen in the vicinity of Tawtry
House. So absolutely peaceful were its surround-
ings that the vigilance of its inmates was relaxed,
and during the daytime, at least, they came and

went at will, without a thought of insecurity.
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34 AT WAR WITH PONTIAC

This peace was rudely broken one morning by
shrill cries from the Scotch nurse maid who, an hour
before, had strolled with her infant charge toward
the lake. She now ran to the house in an agony
of terror, and uttering unintelligible screams. It
was at first believed that the child was drowned, but
finally the distracted parents gleaned from the girl’s
half-coherent words that she had left him in safety
at some distance from the shore, for a single minute,
while she stepped to the water’s edge for a drink.
When she returned he had disappeared, nor was
there any answer to her calling.

For two days search parties scoured the surround-
ing forest, but without avail. There was not an
experienced trailer among them, Truman Flagg
being with Sir William Johnson at the Onondaga
council-house. Toward the close of the second day,
while Major Hester and most of his men were still
engaged in their fruitless search, the heartbroken
mother walked listlessly to the place where her
child had last been seen. She had already been
there many times, unconsciously, but irresistibly
attracted to the spot.

On this occasion, as she was about to turn back,
there came to her ear the cry of an infant. Like a
tigress robbed of her young, and with blazing eyes,
the bereaved woman sprang in the direction of the
sound, and in another instant her child, alive and
well, was clasped to her bosom. He had been hid-



A BABY LOST AND RECOVERED 3

oo

den beneath the low-spreading branches of a small
cedar, and she snatched him from a bark cradle,
exquisitely made and lined with costly furs. .

Like one pursued by a great terror, she fled to the
house with her precious burden, nor would she per-
mit one to take it from her until her husband’s
return.

When they examined the child they found him
without scratch or blemish, save for a curious and
inflamed disfiguration on his left arm, just below the
shoulder. Though this soon healed, it was long
before its mystery was explained; but when Truman
Flagg saw it, he pronounced it to be the tattooed
mark of an Indian totem.



CHAPTER VI
‘THE WILDERNESS

In a new country the changes effected during six-
teen years are apt to be greater than those of a life-
time in long-established communities. Certainly this
was the case in North America during the sixteen
years immediately preceding that of 1768. The
bitter fighting between England and France for the
supremacy of the new world that began with
the signal defeat of the English army under Brad-
dock, in 1755, was ended four years later by Wolfe’s
decisive victory on the Heights of Abraham. later France retired from the conflict and surren-
dered Canada, with all its dependencies, to the Eng-
lish. These dependencies included a long chain of
tiny forts, about some of which were clustered thrifty
French settlements that extended entirely around the
Great Lakes and south of them into the valley of the
Ohio. Among these were Niagara at the mouth of
the river of that name, Presque Isle on the site of the
present city of Erie, Sandusky, Detroit, Mackinac,
Fort Howard on Green Bay, and Fort St. Joseph near
the southern end of Lake Michigan. While from
its commanding position the most important of these



THE WILDERNESS 87

forts was the first named; the largest, and the one
surrounded by the most thriving settlement was at
Detroit. Here the fort itself was a palisaded village
of one hundred compactly built houses standing on
the western bank of the Detroit river. Beyond it, on
both sides for nearly eight miles, stretched the pros-
perous settlement of French peasants, whose long,
narrow farms reached far back from the river, though
in every case the tidy white houses and outbuildings
stood close to the water’s edge.

The English settlements at the close of the war with
France had not crossed the Alléghanies, and in the
province of New York the western bank of the Hud-
son was an almost unbroken wilderness. Through
the country of the Six Nations, and by their especial
permission, a military route, guarded by a line of
forts, had been established, though it was clearly
understood by the Indians that all these should be
abandoned as soon as the war wasended. ‘This route
began at the frontier town of Albany. Here the trav-
eller left the clumsy but comfortable sloop on board
which he had perhaps spent a week or more on the
voyage from New York, and embarked in a canoe or
flat-boat, which was laboriously poled against the
swift current of the Mohawk river. Thus he passed
the old Dutch town of Schenectady, Johnson Hall
and Johnson Castle, Forts Hunter and Herkimer, and
at length reached the head of river navigation at Fort
Stanwix. From here a short portage through the for-



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est led him to the waters of Wood creek, where he
might again embark and float with the sluggish cur-
rent to the Royal Blockhouse on the shore of Oneida
lake. Crossing this, and passing under the walls of
Fort Brewerton at the source of the Oswego river,
he would descend the swift waters of that stream
to Fort Oswego on the shore of Lake Ontario.
From here his course in any direction lay over
the superb waterways of the great inland lakes
whose open navigation was only interrupted by a
toilsome portage around the great cataract of the
Niagara river.

Beyond these few isolated dots of white settle-
ments and the slender lines of communication be-
tween them, the whole vast interior country was
buried in the shade of an unbroken forest that
swept like a billowy sea of verdure’ over plains,
hills, valleys, and mountains, screening the sunlight
from innumerable broad rivers and rushing streams,
and spreading its leafy protection over uncounted
millions of beasts, birds, and fishes. Here dwelt the
Indian, and before the coming of the white man the
forest supplied all his simple needs. Jts gloomy
mazes were threaded in every direction by his trails,
deep-trodden by the feet of many generations, and
forming a network of communication between all
villages and places of importance. So carefully did
these narrow highways follow lines of shortest dis-
tance and easiest grade, that when the white man



THE WILDERNESS 89

began to lay out his own roads he could do no better
than adopt their suggestions.

With the coming of the whites, the life of the
Indian was subjected to sudden and radical changes.
Having learned of the existence and use of guns,
knives, kettles, blankets, and innumerable other
things that appealed to his savage notions of com-
fort and utility, he must now have them, and for
them would trade furs. So the fur traders became
important features of the forest life, and their busi-
ness grew to be so immensely profitable that its con-
trol was one of the prime objects for which England
and France fought in America. The little forts that
the French scattered over the country were only trad-
ing-posts, and at them, so long as their builders ruled,
the Indians were treated with a fairness and courtesy
that won their firm friendship and made them stanch
allies in times of war. But when the French power
was broken, and the Indians, without at all under-
standing why, found that they must hereafter deal
only with English fur traders, all this was changed.

There was no longer a war on hand nor a rival
power in the land, therefore the necessity for con-
ciliating the Indian and gaining his friendship no
longer existed. The newcomers did not care so
much for furs as they did for land. For this they
were willing to trade rum, but not guns, knives,
powder, or bullets. These must be kept from the
Indian, lest he do mischief. He no longer found



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in the white man a friend, but a master, and a very
cruel one at that.

It was now considered good economy to withhold
the presents that in war time had been so lavishly
bestowed on.the Indians, and the one problem that
the English sought to solve was how to get rid of
the undesirable red man as cheaply and quickly as
possible. The little trading-posts, in which he had
been made a welcome guest, were now filled with
red-coated soldiers, who called him a dog and treated
him as such. He became ragged and hungry, was
driven from the homes of his fathers, and finally
began to perceive that even the privilege of living
was not to be granted him much longer. He grew
desperate, and his hatred against those who had
driven away his kind French friends and brought
about all his present misery became very bitter. He
saw plainly that if he did not drive these red-
coats back to the sea whence they came, they would
soon sweep his race from the face of the earth.
There seemed to be only a few white men and many
Indians; but while the former were united under
one great leader, the latter were divided into many
tribes with many little leaders. If they, too, would
only find some great chief, under whom all the tribes
could unite, how quickly would they wipe out the
hated redcoats and teach the English to respect their
rights. Perhaps as soon as they began to fight for
themselves the white-coated soldiers of France would



THE WILDERNESS 41

come again to help them. At any rate, certain white
men told them this would happen, and they were
believed. If only they could find a leader!

Gradually, but with convincing proof, it dawned
upon the unhappy Indians that a great leader had
arisen among them, and was ready to deal the deci-
sive blow that should set them free. To tribe after
tribe and to village after village came messengers bear-
ing broad belts of wampum and the crimson hatchet of
war. They came in the name of Pontiac, war chief
of the fierce Ottawas, head medicine man of the power-
ful Metai, friend of Montcalm, stanch ally of the
French during the recent war, and leader of his people
at the battle of the Monongahela, where stubborn Brad-
dock was slain with his redcoats, and even the dreaded
“long-knives ” from Virginia were forced to fly.

Far and wide travelled the messengers of this
mighty chieftain, and everywhere was his war hatchet
eagerly accepted. Far and wide went Pontiac him-
self, and wherever his burning words were heard the
children of the forest became crazed with the fever
of war. Finally, the fierce plan was perfected. The
blow was to be struck at every British post west of
Niagara on the same day. With the fall of these,
the triumphant forest hordes were to rush against
the settlements and visit upon them the same cruel
destruction that had overtaken their own villages
whenever the white man had seen fit to wipe them
from his path.



42 AT WAR WITH PONTIAC

While this movement had gained ground until the
fatal storm was just ready to burst, it had been
conducted with such secrecy that only one white
man even suspected its existence, and his name was
Graham Hester.



CHAPTER VII
THE MAJOR RE-ENTERS ACTIVE SERVICE

On the breaking out of the French war, Major
Hester accepted his friend’s invitation to remove his
family to Johnson Hall, and make that his home dur-
ing the troublous times that would render Tawtry
House an unsafe place of residence. This he did
the more readily on account of his wife’s health,
which was so precarious that, while the major was
confident he could defend his forest fortress against
any ordinary attack, he feared lest the excitement of
such an affair might prove too much for the frail
woman who was dearer to him than life.

Alas for his precautions! During the wearisome
eastward journey, the travellers were drenched by a
fierce storm of rain and hail that was followed by a
chilling wind. So furious was the tempest that it
was impossible to wholly protect the invalid from it,
and in less than a week thereafter the noisy bustle
of Johnson Hall was silenced for an hour by her
funeral. So deeply did the rugged soldier feel his
loss, that he vowed he would never again set foot in
the house that had been hers, and that, as soon as he
could make provision for his children, he would seek



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in battle for the king, that reunion with his loved
one that death alone could grant.

The children thus deprived of a mother’s tender
care were Donald, now a sturdy lad of twelve years,
and Edith, a dainty little maiden two years younger.
The former was wise beyond his years in forest lore,
which he had eagerly imbibed from the tuition of
that master of woodcraft, Truman Flagg. At the
same time he was sadly deficient in a knowledge of
books and many other things that go to make up the
education of a gentleman. Him, therefore, the major
decided to send to New York to be fitted for the col-
lege then known as “ King’s,” but afterwards famous
under the name of “ Columbia.”

Against this decision the lad raised strenuous objec-
tions, declaring that his sole ambition was to become
a soldier, and that such a one could learn to fight
without the aid of books.

“True, my son, so he can, after a fashion,” replied
the major, gravely. “But, in the art of war, as in
every other art, all our teachings come from those
who have preceded us, and the most important of
these are recorded in the books they have left for our
consideration. Again, as the soldier of to-day is the
modern representative of the chivalrous knight of
olden time, he must needs be a gentleman, and an
uneducated gentleman would be as sorry a spectacle
as an unarmed soldier in battle. So, my dear boy,
accept thy fate kindly and make a soldier’s fight



THE MAJOR RE-ENTERS ACTIVE SERVICE 45

against the enemy named ignorance. Upon the day
of thy graduation from King’s College, if my influ-
ence can compass it, which I doubt not it can, a com-
mission in one of His Majesty’s American regiments
shall await thy acceptance. I shall send our little
lass with thee, and both she and thyself will be
entertained in the household of Madam Rothsay, the
widow of a dear friend of mine, who has agreed to
receive you and fulfil, so far as may be, a mother’s
duty toward my motherless children.”

The major escorted his children as far as Albany,
where he embarked them, together with the Scotch
nurse who had cared for both of them from their
birth, on board a packet-sloop that should carry them
to their new house. Having thus made provision
for the welfare of his dear ones, the lonely man pro-
ceeded to fulfil the destiny he had planned by join-
ing as a volunteer aid the army which, under General
Johnson, was charged with the capture of Crown
Point on Lake Champlain. In this campaign it was
largely owing to Major Hester’s soldierly knowledge
and tactical skill that the French army, under Baron
Dieskau, which had advanced as far as the southern
end of Lake George, was defeated. For this victory
Sir William Johnson was raised to a baronetcy and
presented with a purse of five thousand pounds.

Through the war Major Hester fought with one
army or another, always in the forefront of battle, as
he was a leader in council; but never finding the



46 AT WAR WITiL PONTIAC

boon of death which he craved. At length he stood
with Wolfe on the lofty Heights of Abraham, and in
the fall of Quebec witnessed the fatal blow to French
power in America. In all this time he had never
returned to the forest house that he had last looked
upon in company with his beloved wife. Whether
his resolution not to visit it would have lived to the
end can never be known, for in the second year of
the war a marauding party from an army, which,
under Montcalm, had just captured and. destroyed
Oswego, reached Tawtry House and burned it to
the ground.

After the surrender of Canada, Major Hester vis-
ited his children in New York City. Here he found
his boy, grown almost beyond recognition, domiciled
in the new King’s College building, then just com-
pleted, and doing well in his studies, but keenly
regretting that the war was ended without his par-
ticipation. The white-haired soldier also found his
daughter, Edith, now fifteen years of age, budding
into a beautiful womanhood, and bearing so strong
a resemblance to her mother that he gazed at her
with mixed emotions of pain and delight.

During his stay in the city, the major was fre-
quently consulted upon military affairs by the Eng-
lish commander-in-chief, Sir Jeffry Amherst, who
finally begged him to accompany the expedition
which he was about to send into the far west,
under the redoubtable Colonel Rogers, of ranger



THE MAJOR RE-ENTERS ACTIVE SERVICE 47

fame, to receive the surrender of the more distant
French posts.

“Rogers is impetuous, and needs a man of your
experience to serve as a balance-wheel,” said Sir
Jeffry. “Besides, I want some one of your ability
and knowledge of Indian affairs to take command of
Detroit, the principal settlement and most important
trading-post in the west. So, Hester, if you will
accept this duty, you will not only be serving the
king, but doing me a great personal favour as well.”

Willing to continue for a while longer in active
service, and having no other plan, Major Hester
accepted Sir Jeffry’s offer, and set forth on his long
journey, joining Rogers at Fort Niagara, where, with
the aid of cranes and ox-teams, the rangers were
laboriously transporting their heavy whale-boats over
the steep portage around the great cataract.

At length the little flotilla was again launched,
and as it skirted the southern shore of Lake Erie,
its every movement was watched by the keen eyes
of Indian scouts, concealed in dense forest coverts,
and reported in detail to the chief of that country ;
for never before had a body of British troops ven-
tured so far into the interior. Finally, in one of
their camps the rangers were visited by an impos-
ing array of Indian sachems, headed by the great
chief himself, who demanded the reason of their
presence in his country.

When Rogers, in reply, had stated the nature of



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his business, the chief began a speech, in which he
forbade the further advance of the English. Sud-
denly his eye rested upon Major Hester, who had
just left his tent to attend the council. The speech
of the Indian came to an abrupt pause, and gazing
fixedly at the white-haired officer, he inquired if he
were not the chief who dwelt in the great house of
the two trees in the land of the Senecas.

“I did dwell there,” replied the major, greatly
surprised at the question. .

“Does my brother of the two-tree house wish to
journey through the country of the Ottawas?” de-
manded the chieftain.

“Certainly, I do,” was the reply.

“For peace or for war?” queried the savage,
laconically.

“For peace,” answered Major Hester. “The war
is ended, and we do but journey to take peaceable
possession of those forts which the French have
given over to the English.”

“Ugh! It is good! Let my white brother
travel in peace, for Pontiac knows that his tongue
is straight, and that what he says must be true
words.”

With this the haughty chieftain, followed. by his
savage retinue, left the camp, and not another Indian
was seen until Detroit was reached, though, as was
afterwards learned, a strong body of Pontiac’s war-
riors had awaited them at the mouth of the Detroit



THE MAJOR RE-ENTERS ACTIVE SERVICE 49

river, and were only restrained from attacking the
flotilla by their leader’s express command.

Neither Major Hester nor Colonel Rogers knew
what to make of this curious behavior on the part
of the powerful Indian who had evidently been
determined to oppose their progress. The former
could not recall ever having seen him or held inter-
course with him, though, after he assumed command
of Fort Detroit, Pontiac paid him frequent visits,
and always evinced a strong friendship for the hon-
est soldier, who invariably treated him and his peo-
ple with consideration and fairness. Frequently, too,
Pontiac complained to the major of the outrages per-
petrated by other English commanders, their brutal
soldiers, and the horde of reckless traders who
swarmed through the country. He declared that if
they were continued, the Indians would rise against
their oppressors and sweep them from the face of
the earth.

Fully appreciating the state of affairs, but power-
less to alter it for the better, save in his own jurisdic-
tion, Major Hester appealed to Sir William Johnson,
begging him to visit the western country and use his
powerful influence to quiet the growing discontent.
This Sir William did with great pomp and ceremony
in 1761, finding himself just in time to quell, by
lavish presents and still more lavish promises, a gen-
eral uprising of the Algonquin tribes. The peace-

ful relations thus established lasted but a short times
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however, and within a year the aggressions of the
whites had become more pronounced, and the situa-
tion of the Indians more desperate than ever. Pon-
tiac had disappeared from the vicinity of Detroit,
and for many months Major Hester had not seen
him. At the same time he was well informed of the
eruelties practised upon the natives, and foresaw that
they could not much longer be restrained from retali-
ating in their own bloody fashion. Being unwilling
to fight on the side of injustice and oppression, he at
length prayed Sir Jeffry Amherst to relieve him
from his command. This request was granted, and
late in 1762 he was succeeded by Major Gladwyn,
an officer with a brave record as a fighter and un-
hampered by any troublesome consideration of the
rights or wrongs of Indians. Although thus relieved
of his command, certain duties arose to detain Major
Hester for several months at Detroit; and the momen-
tous spring of 1763 found him still an inmate of that
frontier post.



CHAPTER VIII
DONALD SETS FORTH ON A PERILOUS MISSION

No rising sun ever witnessed a fairer scene than
that presented by the little wilderness settlement
of Detroit on the sixth of May, 1763. All nature
Was rejoicing in the advent of spring and donning
its livery of green. The broad river, flowing south-
ward with a mighty volume of water from four in-
land seas of which it formed the sole outlet, was
lined as far as the eye could reach with the white
houses and fertile fields of French farmers. From
these, spirals of blue smoke curled peacefully, and
the voices of cattle answered each other in morning
greetings. A darker mass of buildings on the west-
ern bank denoted the palisaded village in which
dwelt the British garrison, their wives and chil-
dren, and some fifty fur traders, with their Canadian
employees. The houses within the palisades, about
one hundred in number, were mostly low, wooden
structures, roofed with bark or thatch. The village
was square in form, and while one side opened on
the river, the other three were enclosed by wooden
walls, twenty-five feet in height, with log bastions
at the corners, and a blockhouse over each of the



52 AT WAR WITH PONTIAC

three gateways. Several pieces of light artillery
were mounted on the bastions, and anchored in the
river lay the armed schooners Beaver and Gladwyn.
At some distance from the fort, both up and down
the river, rose the smoke of populous Indian villages,
for all the natives of that section were in from their
winter hunting, and gathered at this point for trade.
Over the placid waters light canoes occasionally
darted from bank to bank. A boat brigade, bound
for the far north, was just starting from the fort,
and the Canadian voyageurs, gay with fringes, beads,
and crimson sashes, caused the morning air to ring
with a tuneful chorus as boat after boat shot away
and stemmed the current with lusty oars.

Not far from the point of this noisy embarkation
was another, though much less ostentatious scene
of departure and leave-taking. In the stern of a
birch canoe, paddle in hand and evidently impa-
tient to be off, sat one of Rogers’ buckskin-clad
rangers, who was about to revisit his distant New
Hampshire home, for the first time in three years.
Near by, on the strand, stood two men, both tall and
possessed of a military bearing. One, who wore
the undress uniform of an officer, was elderly and
white-haired, while the other, slender, and clad
much as was the ranger in the canoe, was in the
first flush of splendid young manhood. As these
two stood hand in hand, the younger said: “Can I
not persuade you, father, even at this last moment,



DONALD SETS FORTH ON A PERILOUS MISSION 53

to change your mind and accompany us? Poor Edith
will be so dreadfully disappointed.”

“TJ fear she will, Donald,” returned Major Hester,
with a sad smile, “but as this life is mainly com-
posed of disappointments, the sooner she learns to
bear them with composure, the better. I had indeed
looked forward to taking this journey with you, to
clasping my dear girl in my arms once more, and
ere the year was ended to rebuilding Tawtry House,
in which to establish her as mistress. With the
war ended, I fondly hoped that a certain degree of
happiness were still possible to me, and looked
forward to securing it by some such means as I have
just outlined.”

“And is it not,- father?” broke in the youth,
eagerly. “Surely you have done far more than
your duty here, and—”’

“No man has done that, Donald, so long as there
remains an unperformed task for which he is fitted,”
interrupted Major Hester, gravely. “So long as I
believe a crisis in Indian affairs to be imminent, and
that by remaining here I may be able to avert it, at
least until the reinforcements which it is now yours to
hasten can arrive, it is clearly my duty to stay. So
off with you, lad. Don’t run any risks that can just
as well be avoided, and don’t try to avoid any that, if
successfully taken, will serve to speed your errand.
Farewell, my son. May God bless you and keep you
and bring your enterprise to a happy termination.”



54 AT WAR WITH PONTIAC

After the canoe had departed, Major Hester as-
cended one of the water bastions, where he watched
it until it became a tiny speck, and finally vanished
behind the projecting land then known as Montreal
point.

Donald Hester had striven so manfully with his
studies that he was finally graduated from King’s
College, well toward the head of his class, during
the previous summer. Thereupon he had been re-
warded with his heart’s desire, an ensign’s com-
mission in the Royal Americans. To the new and
fascinating duties of his chosen profession he at once
devoted himself with such ardour as to draw favourable
comment from his superiors. After serving at sev-
eral posts he had, to his great delight, been trans-
ferred to Detroit, where the soldier father and soldier
son, each more than proud of the other, were joy-
fully reunited after their years of separation. Here,
too, he renewed his boyhood’s intimacy with forest
life, and eagerly resumed his long-neglected studies
in wilderness lore and wooderaft.

Although Donald was generally liked by his
brother officers, he had no taste for the dissipations
with which they sought to relieve the monotony of
their lives. In place of these, he chose to take gun
or fishing-rod and go off on long excursions in his
canoe. On one of these occasions, when far down
the river and in vigorous pursuit of a wounded duck,
he had the misfortune to break his only paddle short



DONALD SETS FORTH ON A PERILOUS MISSION 55

off. In a moment he was helplessly drifting with
the powerful current toward the open waters of Lake
Erie. In this dilemma, his only resource was to
paddle with his hands, and attempt by this tedious
method to force his craft to the nearest shore.
While he was thus awkwardly engaged, there came
a ripple of laughter from close beside him, and he
started up just in time to gaze squarely into the
laughing face of an Indian girl, who instantly im-
pressed him as the most graceful creature he had
ever seen. She occupied, with a girl companion, a
beautifully painted and ornamented canoe, which
had slipped up to him with the lightness of a thistle-
down. As the young soldier caught sight of her
she was in the very act of tossing a a into his
own helpless craft.

Then the strange canoe darted away like an arrow,
while the only answer to the young man’s fervently
expressed thanks was a merry peal of laughter,
coupled with an exclamation, of which he caught but
the single word “ah-mo.” These were wafted back
to him as the flying canoe disappeared behind the
point of a small island. With a desire to learn
something more of the bewitching forest maiden,
who had come so opportunely to his aid, Donald
urged his own craft vigorously in that direction,
but when he rounded the point there was no trace to
be seen of those whom he sought.

So deep an impression had the olive-tinted face,



56 AT WAR WITH PONTIAC

the laughing eyes, and the jetty tresses of the girl
who tossed the paddle to him made upon the young
ensign, that they haunted both his sleeping and his
wakeful hours; but, plan as he might, he could not
succeed in seeing her again, nor did his cautiously
worded inquiries serve to elicit the slightest infor-
mation concerning her. -

Perhaps it was well for the efficiency of the ser-
vice that about this time Major Gladwyn selected
Donald to be the bearer of certain despatches to Sir
William Johnson, concerning the reinforcements and
supplies that he expected to receive by the spring
brigade of boats from Niagara. Major Hester, who
had intended to return East about this time, sud-
denly decided to remain at Detroit a while longer.
He therefore intrusted a number of private de-
spatches to the young courier, both for Sir William
and General Amherst. Besides its more important
despatches, Donald’s canoe was freighted with a
large packet of letters from members of the garrison
to distant friends and loved ones. Thus it set forth
on its long and perilous voyage followed by fond
hopes and best wishes from every member of the band
of exiles left behind.



CHAPTER IX
ST. AUBIN’S STARTLING INFORMATION

Wuen Major Hester slowly and thoughtfully re-
turned to his quarters after witnessing the departure
of his son, he found sitting on the doorstep, and
patiently awaiting his coming, a Canadian woman.
Beside her-stood her stolid-looking husband, whom
the major recognized as a well-to-do farmer of the
settlement, to whom he had granted some trifling
favours while in command of the post.

“Good- morning, madame. Good-morning, St.
Aubin. To what am I indebted for the honour of
this early call? What can I do for you?” asked
the old soldier, in answer to the humble salutations
with which they greeted his approach.

“Ah! monsieur, we have: come,’
woman.

“ Certainment, we have come,” echoed her husband.

>

began the

“ Jean!”

“Pardon, Marie.”

“We have come with despair on account of the
previous abounding kindness of monsieur, to di-
vulge him —”

“A secret! A secret terrible!” exploded the old



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man, who was nervously standing first on one foot
and then on the other.

“Jean!”

“Oui, Marie.”

“Tf you have an important secret to confide, had
we not better enter the house?” suggested the
major, who saw from the excited earnestness of the
worthy couple that something very unusual had
occurred to agitate them.

They accepted this invitation, and the major
finally gleaned from their combined and interjectory
statements that on the previous day Madame St.
Aubin, visiting the Ottawa village, had surprised
a number of warriors in the act of cutting off the
long barrels of their guns, until the entire length
of each weapon was not more than a yard. More-
over, she had overheard an Indian, who was some-
what under the influence of liquor, boast that ere
many days he would have English scalps with which
to fringe his leggings.

“Has any one else seen these things or noted
symptoms of uneasiness among the Indians?” de-
manded the major.

“Yes. Basil, the blacksmith, has been troubled
for days by Indians begging for loans of files and
saws, for what purpose they would not state.”

“But why do you not carry this matter to Major ~
Gladwyn, who is in command, instead of to me, who
now possess no authority?”



ST. AUBIN’S STARTLING INFORMATION 59

“Because, monsieur, the commandant makes of
us a jest and cares not to listen. Aussi, because we
care not for him; but to you, monsieur, who have
formerly turned many of our sorrows into joys, we
wish not that harm should come. For ourselves,
we have no fear. The savages will not harm the
French. But for the English, whom they love not
—well, there it is different.”

“You think, then, that the fort is in danger?”

“Of an attack, monsieur. Yes.”

‘How soon?”

“Who can tell? Perhaps in one week. Perhaps
even to-morrow.”

“Will you come again this evening, before the
gates are closed, and bring any further information
you may gain during the day?”

“We dare not, monsieur. All the French are
now too closely: watched. This morning we sell
egos. In the evening it would be known that we
had no business.”

“Tf JT leave the post an hour after sunset and walk
just beyond the church, will you meet me there and
deliver to me your information?”

“Tf it is possible, we will; for the thing that
monsieur demands must be granted on account of
his, ofttimes of the heart, kindness.”

After the departure of these people, Major Hester
thoughtfully made his way to the quarters of the
commanding officer, whom he found at breakfast.



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Gladwyn, though a brave man and a thorough
soldier, was a high liver, inclined to dissipation,
impatient of advice, and held an undisguised con-
tempt for all Indians. To crown all, he was ex-
tremely jealous of the ascendancy over the native
tribes gained by his predecessor in command, whom
he cordially disliked and wished out of the way.
On the present occasion he greeted him in courteous
terms, but coldly and without rising.

“This is indeed an early call, major. I suppose
I am indebted for the pleasure to the fact that Ensign
Hester took an early departure, according to in-
structions, and your paternal instinct led you to
speed his journey. I must confess my surprise that
you did not accompany him. I suppose you are
waiting for the opportunity of a more comfortable
passage by schooner. For my part, I prefer the
excitement of a canoe voyage; but I suppose as one
grows old —”

“A soldier never grows so old as to forget his
duty, Major Gladwyn,” answered the elder officer,
stiffly. “And I can assure you that only a strong
sense of duty causes me to linger in a place where
my presence is so evidently undesirable. But I
have not interrupted your breakfast for the purpose
of discussing personalities. I desire to lay before
you a bit of information that has just come to my
knowledge, regarding certain suspicious movements
among the Indians, who, as you must be aware, are



ST. AUBIN’S STARTLING INFORMATION 61

gathered about the post in unusual numbers. They
are cutting off their gun-barrels to such a length that
the weapons may be concealed beneath their blankets.
J have this direct from St. Aubin, whose wife, visit-
ing the Ottawa village yesterday, discovered its
inmates to be thus engaged.”

“Té must have been an interesting sight,” replied
Gladwyn, carelessly, “but I fail to perceive what
possible interest it can have for me. I suppose the
rascals have learned that they can shoot just as
effectively, or rather as ineffectively, with short gun-
barrels as with long, and so have wisely decided to
do away with useless weight. By Jove, Hester, I
have laughed more than once at the shrewdness of
our traders who sell cheap flint-lock muskets to the
redskins for as many otter or beaver skins as can be
piled between stock and muzzle, and have these trade
guns built with an increased length each year.
Rather clever, is it not?”

“Tt is a bit of infamous cheating that will sooner
or later recoil on our own heads,” replied the other,
hotly. “But that is neither here nor there. The
question is, whether or not the Indians mean to
attack this post, and whether it is prepared for an
attack in case they do?”

“Tf they only would, my dear sir, I for one should
welcome it as a cheerful break in the deadly monot-
ony of our lives in this forsaken place. As for
preparations, you should be among the last to ques-



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tion that the troops of His Most Gracious Majesty
of England are always prepared to meet any num-
ber of naked savages under any circumstances.”

“That was Braddock’s opinion,” remarked Major
Hester, grimly, “and he paid for it with his life.
But granting that we are able to withstand an attack,
are we prepared for a siege?”

“Oh come, major!” exclaimed Gladwyn, rather
testily, “that question is rather a severe test of one’s
credulity. As if it were possible for a parcel of
howling redskins to conduct a siege! No one knows
better than you that their only method of fighting is
a surprise, a yell, a volley, and then a retreat. They
are absolutely incapable of sustained effort.” = ~~

“Are you acquainted with Pontiac, the present
war chief of the united tribes?” mg res Major
Hester, coldly.

“Certainly I am, and a more conceited, ignorant,
boastful, treacherous, cowardly, and utterly worth-
less bit of red humanity than he I have yet to meet.
I have already warned him away from this section
of country, and if he persists in remaining where
he is so little wanted, I shall be obliged to teach him
a lesson.”

“Very well, major, if these are your unalterable
opinions regarding the present state of affairs, I have
nothing more to say, save to wish you a very good
morning,” replied the elder officer, as he turned to
leave. ‘*‘ However,” he added, “I shall still consider



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it my duty to report any further bits of information
that may come to me.”

“While thanking you, I beg you not to incon-
venience yourself to do so,” remarked Gladwyn,
frigidly, and with this the interview ended.

That evening, while a dull glow still lingered in
the western sky, though the shadows of dusk were
fallen on the fort and its surroundings, Major Hester
passed the sentry at one of the gates and walked
slowly, as though for an aimless stroll, as far as the
little French-Canadian church. On reaching it he
detected a dim figure in its shadow and asked in a
low tone, “Is that you, St. Aubin?”

“No, monsieur,” was the answer, in a girl’s voice,
“but Iam his daughter, and am come in his place,
as he is detained by company. He bade me deliver
a message to you alone and then hasten back.”
With this the girl almost whispered in the ear of
the old soldier a few words that caused his teeth to
clench and his heartstrings to tighten. She had
hardly concluded, when an approaching step from the
direction of the fort caused her to spring aside and
fly with the swiftness of a deer.

“Who goes there?” challenged Major Hester.

“Pardon me, major,” answered the well-known
voice of the commandant. “TI had no idea I was in-
terrupting a téte-a-téte. In fact, I did not associate
you with trysts of this kind.”

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other, sternly. “I have but this minute learned that
on the morrow Pontiac, with sixty of his warriors,
all having guns concealed beneath their blankets,
will demand to hold a council with you. The
leader will make a speech, at the conclusion of
which he will present a belt of wampum. Your
taking of that belt will be the signal for a general
massacre of every English soul within the limits of
Fort Detroit, save only-the one to whom the chief
has presented his calumet.”

“Do you believe this cock-and-bull story, Hester?”
demanded the startled commander.

“Even now is the war dance in progress,” was
the reply. “Listen!”

At that moment a waft of night air bore to their
ears the sullen booming of distant war drums and.
the wild chorus of quavering yells with which the
frenzied savages across the river greeted Pontiac’s
declaration of war against the hated English.

“By Heaven, Hester! I believe you are right,”
cried Gladwyn, as he listened to these ominous
sounds. “At any rate, I will accept your warning,
and make such preparations as will show those
devils that we are not to be caught napping.”



CHAPTER X
PONTIAC DECLARES WAR

AutHoucH Gladwyn caused half of his force to be
kept under arms that night, and doubled his sentries,
nothing occurred to disturb the settlement. In the
morning, as the rising sun dispelled the fleecy mist-
clouds from above the river, a fleet of canoes was
seen crossing from the eastern shore. These effected
a landing at some distance above the fort, and soon
afterwards the wide, open common behind it was
animated by the presence of hundreds of Indians.
There were stately warriors in paint and blankets,
young braves stripped to the waist-cloth for a game
of ball, maidens whose cheeks were ruddy with ver-
milion, robed in embroidered and beaded garments
of fawn skin, and naked children, frolicking like so
many puppies. Save in the occasional scowling face
and preoccupied air of some dark-browed warrior,
_ and a slow but noticeable gathering of these ‘near
the principal gate of the fort, there was nothing to
arouse suspicion or indicate that these visitors had
any save the most friendly feelings toward the
whites.

Pontiac having sent word to Major Gladwyn that
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he desired to meet the white chief in council, about
ten o’clock the Indian leader and some sixty of his
principal men were seen approaching in single file
from the direction of the bridge across Parent’s
creek, a mile and a half north of the fort. As they
drew near the great gateway, it was noticed that in
spite of the heat of the day every warrior was
wrapped to the chin in his gayly colored blanket.
The faces of all were streaked with ochre, vermilion,
white, and black paint, while from their scalp-locks
depended plumes of eagle, hawk, or turkey feathers,
indicative of their rank or prowess in battle.

As the great gate was swung open to admit this
barbaric procession, they entered the fort with stately
tread and in grave silence, led by the mighty chief,
who, with proudly lifted head and flashing eyes,
looked every inch a forest king. Suddenly he
started, uttered a deep ejaculation, and half turned
as though.to retreat. On either side of the street
down which he must pass to the council-house was
drawn up a motionless line of red-coated soldiers.
Above them their fixed bayonets glinted ominously
in the bright sunlight. Behind them every house
was closed, and at the street corners stood groups of
stalwart fur traders, surrounded by their half-savage
employees, all armed to the teeth. In all these
rigid figures there was a grim air of determination,
though no sound was to be heard save the measured
throbbing of an unseen drum,



PONTIAC DECLARES WAR 67

It is no wonder that Pontiac started. In a single
glance he saw that he had been betrayed and that
his plan was known. Still, his hesitation was but
momentary and hardly noticed ere with immobile
face he resumed his march toward the great council-
house that stood near the water’s edge, on the fur-
ther side of the town. As the procession of fierce
warriors, decked in the fullest glory of savage
habiliment, moved slowly down the street, fright-
ened faces gazed furtively at them from behind half-
closed blinds, while the regular tap of the unseen
drum seemed to assume an angrier tone, as though
impatient to break forth in the furious rattle of a
“charge.”

In the council-house the Indians found Gladwyn
and his officers seated in a semicircle at the
upper end, waiting to receive them. They also
noted that each of these, besides being in full uni-
form, wore his sword and a brace of pistols. At this
additional evidence of the discovery of their design,
and that they had placed themselves completely
within the enemy’s power, the warriors exchanged
uneasy glances, and seemed inclined to make a rush
for the door rather than seat themselves on the mats
prepared for them.

“Why,” demanded Pontiac, “do I see so many of
my white brother’s young men standing outside with
guns in their hands?”

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68 AT WAR WITH PONTIAC

soldiers to go through with an armed drill every
day.

When the Indians were finally seated, one of them
filed, lighted, and handed to Pontiac the great
chief’s own superb calumet. Its red stone bowl,
which held a quarter of a pound of tobacco, was
carved with rare skill, and its long stem was curi-
ously inlaid with shell-work, besides being orna-
mented with quills and feathers. After each
member of the council, white as well as red, begin-
ning with Gladwyn, had slowly drawn a whiff from
this mighty calumet, and it came again to Pontiac,
he rose and said: —

“Tn token of the peace which I desire shall always
exist between the red man and his white brother I
now present this pipe to these friends, that they may
keep it forever. That its message may be heard
with open ears, I deliver it to the care of the oldest
among you, to him whose hair is white with the
wisdom of many years.”

Thus saying, the chief stepped forward and laid
the gorgeous calumet across the knees of Major
Hester, while a grunt of approbation came from the
throats of those behind him. Gladwyn, who alone
of the assembled whites knew the meaning of this
act, cast a startled and suspicious glance at the vet-
eran soldier thus singled out for some other fate than
death, while the recipient himself was noticeably
embarrassed by the incident.





















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But the attention of all was immediately occu-
pied by other things. Holding a splendid belt of
wampum in his hands, Pontiac was now addressing
Gladwyn with the eloquence for which he was so
justly famed. He recounted the many outrages
suffered by his people at the hands of the English,
and especially their fur traders. Against these he
demanded protection. He spoke for nearly an hour,
during which time his every gesture was keenly
watched by the English officers, who feared that in
spite of their precautions he might still attempt
some desperate move.

Pontiac was in a dilemma. It was customary at
the close of a speech to present the belt of wampum,
which the speaker always held, to him who was ex-
pected to reply. To omit this formality would be
equivalent to a declaration of war. It had been
understood that his followers were to fall upon the
English officers the moment he should make this
presentation, and there had been no opportunity to
alter this prearranged programme. So the great
chief hesitated, held out the fatal belt, and then
made a motion as though to withdraw it. Gladwyn
extended his hand. As he did so, there came a rat-
tlirig clash of arms from a passageway at the lower
end of the hall and a deafening din of drums.

Pontiac started, dropped the belt of wampum,
thrust a hand within his blanket, as though to draw
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70 AT WAR WITH PONTIAC

motionless. In an instant all was again silent, and
Gladwyn rose to address the council as though noth-
ing out of the ordinary had happened.

He told the Indians that he would consider their
grievances, and would do all that lay in his power
to afford them protection, so long as they deserved
it. At the same time he threatened them with a
terrible punishment should they undertake to remedy
their wrongs by any act of aggression against the
whites. Then he dismissed the council, and the
cerestfallen warriors were allowed to leave the fort.
Before departing, Pontiac notified the English com-
mander that.he should come again in a few days for
another talk; but Gladwyn only turned contemptu-
ously away, without deigning a reply.

Two days later the common behind the fort was
again thronged with Indians, representing four
tribes, and from out the throng Pontiac again ap-
proached the gate. It was barred against him, and
when he demanded admittance, Gladwyn himself
replied, ordering him to begone, as neither he nor
his rabble would again be received.

Furious with rage, the chief strode away, and
ordered his warriors to withdraw beyond gunshot,
but to see that no Englishman was allowed to leave
the fort. Then launching a canoe he crossed the
river to his own village, which he ordered to be
removed to the western bank.

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lowers were engaged in the murder and scalping of
two English families who dwelt beyond reach of the
fort. That night the inmates of Detroit, armed and
sleepless, listened with heavy hearts to the doleful
sounds of the scalp dance, mingled with the exult-
ing yells of the war dance, and while prepared to
sell their lives as dearly as possible, wondered how
long their frail defences would withstand the fierce
onset which they momentarily expected would be
made against them.

Daylight found many of them, exhausted by the
night’s vigil, dozing at their posts. Suddenly the
blood-curdling war-whoop arose from all sides at
once, a rattling volley of rifle-shots pattered against
the palisades, and a swarm of yelling, naked figures
leaped from the surrounding obscurity. It seemed
as though the impetuous assault must succeed from
mere force of numbers, for the Indians were counted
by hundreds, while the whites were but a handful.



CHAPTER XI
MAJOR HESTER IS TAKEN PRISONER

In spite of the apparent fury of the attack, and
the expectation of the garrison that a fierce assault
was about to be made on their slender defences,
nothing of the kind was contemplated by the Indians.
They were not trained to that form of warfare, and
when they found that Gladwyn was not frightened
into a surrender by noise and an exhibition of force,
they contented themselves with maintaining a vigor-
ous fire from behind barns, fences, bushes, slightridges
of earth, or any object of sufficient size to shelter
them from the steady return fire of the soldiers.
One cluster of buildings, within half-gunshot of the
fort, sheltered a large body of Indians, who from
this point of vantage directed a particularly galling
fire at the loop-holes in the palisades. By it several
_of the defenders were wounded, until finally a cannon
was brought to bear upon the hornet’s nest, and a
quantity of red-hot spikes were thrust into its muz-
zle. A minute after its discharge flames burst from
the buildings, and the savages who had occupied
them were in precipitate flight, followed by jeering
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MAJOR HESTER IS TAKEN PRISONER 73

For six hours was this travesty of battle main-
tained. Then the Indian fire slackened, and finally
ceased altogether. Believing the affair to be merely
a temporary outbreak of a few hot-headed savages,
that must quickly blow over, Gladwyn took advan-
tage of this lull in the storm to send out two Cana-
dians under a flag of truce to investigate the cause
of dissatisfaction. At the same time he proposed,
while negotiations were in progress, to secure a
supply of provisions with which to stand a siege.

A gate being opened for the departure of the am-
bassadors, most of the Canadian inhabitants of the
fort seized the opportunity to leave it, saying that
they could not bear to remain and witness the ap-
proaching slaughter of their English friends.

In a short time Gladwyn’s messengers returned,
saying that Pontiac was willing to arrange terms,
but would only do so with Major Hester, and had
expressed a strong desire for a visit from that officer.

“Go back and tell him I will see him and his
whole cowardly crew hanged, before I will intrust
the life of a single Englishman to his treachery!”
exclaimed the commander, angrily.

“Hold, Gladwyn!” protested Major Hester.
“Jt is better that one life should be risked than
that all should be endangered. Nor do I think I
should be in any serious peril. I have always got
along with the redskins, and have thus far found
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74 AT WAR WITH PONTIAC

“J forgot. He did present the calumet to you,”
replied the other, with a meaning intonation.

“Do you dare insinuate— ?” began Major Hes-
ter, with a dangerous glitter in his eye.

“No, Hester. No, I do not. I am ashamed of
myself and humbly apologize!” cried Gladwyn.
“If you insist upon placing yourself within the
power of yonder savages, I shall know that you do
so from the loftiest sense of duty, with a full knowl-
edge that you jeopardize your life, and with a cour-
age that I fear I for one could not exhibit.”

“Thank you, Gladwyn. That was said manfully
and like a true soldier. I shall accept this mission
because it is plainly in the line of my duty to do so.
If I never return from it, I charge you to carry a
father’s blessing to my children.”

The fine old soldier, in full uniform, was accom-
panied to the gateway by all the officers of the post.
There every one shook hands with him, bidding him
at once God-speed and farewell, while the soldiers
lined the ramparts, and as he emerged from the gates
saluted him with a rousing British cheer.

The major was escorted by the two aged Canadians
who had been sent out in the first place, and the
little party had not covered more than half the ground
between the fort and Parent’s creek, beyond which
lay the Ottawa village, ere they were met by another
Canadian running and breathless. He implored
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through the Indian village and was convinced by
what he saw and heard that no Englishman could
set foot within its limits and live. But Major
Hester steadfastly refused to retreat, and insisted
on fulfilling his mission.

At length they crossed the creek, mounted the
ridge beyond, and saw outspread on its further slope
the most extensive Indian village ever known to
that region. The moment the hated English uni-
form was seen by the inmates of the many lodges,
they swarmed about the ambassadors by hundreds,
the men with scowling brows, the squaws and chil-
dren snatching up sticks, stones, and clubs as they
ran. For amoment the stout heart of the old sol-
dier quailed, for he imagined he was to be subjected
to the terrible ordeal of the gantlet.

At the same time not a trace of emotion appeared
on his face, as calmly folding his arms he stepped
a pace or two in front of his shrinking companions
and boldly confronted the throng of yelling savages.
In another moment they would have overwhelmed
him. Suddenly the stately form of Pontiac appeared
among the rabble, and at the sound of his imperious
voice they slunk aside like whipped curs. Instantly
the tumult was allayed. In the silence that fol-
lowed, the great chief greeted the British officer with
a grave courtesy, shook his hand, and conducted him
into the village.

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blage of tall, cone-shaped lodges, built of slender
poles supporting great sheets of bark or overlap-
ping folds of fine matting so closely woven from
rushes as to be thoroughly rain-proof. Scores of
graceful birch canoes, such as the northern tribes
excel in making, were drawn up on the river bank;
paddles and spears leaned against the lodges,
smoke-blackened kettles and other rude cooking-
utensils were scattered about the smouldering fires,
and a throng of wolfish-looking dogs added their
discordant baying to the clamour of children.

At the council lodge, which was conspicuous from
its size, Major Hester was offered a seat on one of a
circle of mats. As he took it, the other mats, as well
as every inch of standing-room, were immediately
occupied by a throng of warriors, while the entrance
was crowded by many others, all eager to catch a
glimpse of the Englishman. -

After the tedious ceremony of smoking the peace
pipe was concluded, Pontiac delivered a short ad-
dress of welcome, to which the major responded.
He demanded to know the cause of the morning’s
outbreak, and assured the Indians that their just
grievances should be remedied, provided they gave
up for punishment all who had been implicated in
the murders of the previous day.

The major resumed his seat upon the conclusion
of his remarks, amid a profound silence that lasted
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MAJOR HESTER IS TAKEN PRISONER 17

the worst without further delay, he again rose and
said, that having no answer to his questions, he
would now return to the fort and report to the white
chief that his red brothers desired not peace, but war.

Upon this Pontiac signed to him to resume his
seat, and turning to the two Canadians, said: —

“Go to the fort and tell Major Gladwyn that the
white-haired chief will sleep among the lodges of
his red brothers. Tell him that the hatchet dug up
this day will not be buried so long as an Englishman
remains in the land of the Algonquins. Tell him
that every fort from the Thunder of Waters to the
Great River has this day been cut off, so that no aid
may come to him. ‘Tell him that the soldiers of the
French king are already hastening to fight beside
their red brothers. Tell him that he may go now
and go in peace; but if he tarries beyond the setting
of another sun, the wolves of the forest shall feast
on the bodies of his red-coated soldiers, while their
scalps shall dry in Ottawa lodges. Go, for Pontiac
has spoken.”

With trembling alacrity the Canadians obeyed the
mandate, and with their departure Major Hester
realized that he was indeed a prisoner in the hands
of a relentless foe. While wondering as to his
ultimate fate, he was conducted by Pontiac to a
comfortable French frame-house standing just beyond
the Indian village, and informed that this was to
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78 AT WAR WITH PONTIAC

“Here,” said Pontiac, “shall my brother dwell
in safety; but let him not set foot outside. My
young men are angry, and their guns are quick to
shoot. Even in the dark their eyes are opened wide
by the sight of an English scalp.”

“T suppose that as your prisoner I must submit
to your orders,” replied Major Hester, “though why
you don’t put an end to this farce and kill me at
once I fail to comprehend.”

“Did the white-haired chief kill me when I slept
in the house of the two trees?” demanded Pontiac.

“When did you ever sleep in Tawtry House?
Certainly you never did with my knowledge and
consent.”

“Many years have passed, and there has been much
fighting since that time; but surely my | brother has
not forgotten Songa the Ottawa?”

“No. I remember him well; but what has he to
do with this present affair?”

“T,” replied the chief, drawing himself proudly
up to his full height, “am Pontiac; but I was Songa;
and as Major Hester saved the life of Songa, so Pon-
tiac saves the life of Major Hester, by detaining him
in this place while the English fort is wiped from
the face of the earth and all within it are put to
death.”



CHAPTER XII
DONALD AT JOHNSON CASTLE

Some two weeks after the events just narrated, a
youth, tanned to the swarthiness of an Indian, whose
hair was long and unkempt, and whose well-worn
suit of buckskin evidenced hard and prolonged travel,
paced impatiently to and fro in the anteroom of Sir
William’s private office at Johnson Castle. Although
his moccasined feet made no sound on the uncarpeted
floor, his movements seemed to annoy the elder of
two officers who, in handsome uniforms, occupied
a window-seat at one side of the room, and were
evidently waiting for somebody or something as
patiently as their natures would permit.

“Confound the fellow!” he exclaimed. “Why
can’t he sit still and possess his soul in patience, like
the rest of us, instead of tramping up and down like
the wild beast he looks?”

“He doesn’t make much noise about it,” laughed
the other.

“No, hang him! I wish he did. That cat-like
tread of his is unendurable.”

“ He looks anxious, and doubtless has urgent busi-
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“Nonsense, Christie! you are too good natured.
His business probably concerns payment for some
game he has brought in for sale; for I take it he
is one of these American hunters we have heard so
much of lately. Whatever it is, it certainly can’t
compare in urgency with ours, and yet we have sat
here like lambs for nearly an hour, while he has
waited barely half that time. By the great horn
spoon! If his serene highness does not admit us
to his presence in a few minutes more, I shall beard
him in his den, and demand audience in the name of
the king. It is simply maddening to think of Cuyler
carrying the Rothsay party farther and farther away
with each minute, and having the beauty all to him-
self. Of course you don’t care, since it was decided
that they travel by the north shore of the lake, while,
as I understand it, your beastly post lies somewhere
on the south shore. With me, though, it is different.
My destination being the same as hers, I naturally
expected to be her travelling companion and enjoy
a fair share of her charming society. Now what
with dancing attendance for a week on Sir Jeffry,
and this abominable delay, I fear my chances of over-
taking the expedition are very slim. By the way, I
heard somewhere that the little Rothsay’s name is
not Rothsay, after all. Do you know if that is true,
and if so, what her name really is?”

“T believe it is Hester, — Edith Hester,” answered
the young officer, who was addressed as Christie.



DONALD AT JOHNSON CASTLE m2!

“I wonder how you always manage to find out
such things?” remarked the other, reflectively. “By
Jove!” he added, “Hester is the name of that major
duffer whose message to Sir Jeffry caused my delay
I wonder if they can be relations?”

“Cave. Rustico aliquid subolet,” warned Christie,
with asignificant glance toward the third occupant of
the room, who had paused in his restless walk and
was regarding them intently. .

Before the elder man could reply, he stepped to
where they were sitting and said quietly to the young
officer who had just spoken : —

“Pardon my presumption in thus addressing a

stranger, sir, but I feel it my duty to remind you
that the word rusticus may receive several interpre-
tations. In one sense, it cannot be exchanged be-
tween gentlemen without creating ill feelings. Its
use by Terence —”
. Ere the sentence could be completed, and while
the bewildered officers were gazing at this backwoods
expounder of the classics much as they might have
regarded an apparition, a door was flung open, and
Sir William Johnson appeared with an anxious ex-
pression on his ruddy and usually jolly face.

“Ah, general,” exclaimed the officer who had
just declared his intention of bearding the general
in his den, “we had begun to think —”

“Glad you had, sir! Glad you had! Pray keep

it up for a few minutes longer while I confer with
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this gentleman. His business is of such a nature
as to take precedence of all other. Hester, my dear
fellow, step this way.”

“Rather a go! eh, Bullen?” remarked Ensign
Christie, as the two men stared blankly at the door
just closed in their faces.

“Well! By Jove!” gasped the other. “If His
Majesty’s officers were never snubbed before, two
of them have been given a jolly big dose of it
this time. All on account of that leather-jerkined
young savage, too. I swear Ill have my man
insult him and give him a thrashing at the first
opportunity.”

“You seem to forget,” suggested Christie, gravely,
“that your ‘young savage’ was discoursing most
learnedly upon the idiosyncrasies of the Latin tongue
when Sir William interrupted and called him ‘my
dear fellow.’ ”

“By Jove! you are right!” cried Bullen. “Possibly
he is a gentleman in disguise, — best disguise I ever
saw,—and in that case I can call him out. You'll
act for me, old man, of course?” :

“Certainly,” laughed Christie; “but you lose sight
of the fact that, as the challenged party, he will have
the choice of weapons. Suppose he should select
hunting-rifles at one hundred paces?”

“Horrible!” exclaimed Bullen. “I say, though,
he couldn’t do that and be a gentleman at the same
time. Oh dear,no! Unless he names swords or pis-



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tols, — the only gentlemanly weapons,—I shall be
compelled to withdraw in favour of Tummas.”

“There is another point to be considered,” con-
tinued Christie, who, tall, handsome, and easy-going,
delighted in chaffing his pompous and peppery com-
panion, whose abbreviated stature had only gained
admittance to the service through high heels anda
powerful influence. “Did you notice that Sir Will-
iam addressed your ‘young savage’ as Hester?”

“Oh, by Jove! Yes; now that you mention it,”
cried the other, with an accent of despair. “And
you said her name was Hester, too. The adorable
little Rothsay to whom I had even proposed to pro-
pose. If this is a sample of her family though!
But, of course, it can’t be. It would be too incredi-
ble. She is an angel; while he—vwell, he isn’t,
and therefore cannot be even a remote connection.”

Just here the door was again opened, and Sir Will-
iam, followed by the subject of their conversation,
re-entered the room.

“ Well, general!” began the ever-impatient Bullen.
“T trust you are not going to detain us here much
longer. It is of the utmost importance that I should
reach Detroit as speedily as possible.”

“Ah, yes,” replied the general, who knew that
Paymaster Bullen had obtained his present detail
solely for the sake of furthering certain schemes of
his own. “I understand that you are going to in-
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blanket and a plug of tobacco from the quartermas-
ter’s stores at Detroit.”

“Not only that, Sir William, but I am to make a
very thorough inquiry into the unaccounted-for dis-
" appearance of a great many red blankets, and a great
many plugs of tobacco, and a great many other
things as well,” answered the little paymaster,
warmly.

“Very well, sir,” replied the general. “If that is
the sole object of your journey, you need not go
beyond this room to acquire all necessary informa-
tion. I can tell you what became of the goods in
question, and who is responsible for their disappear-
ance. Iam indirectly ; though my very dear friend,
Major Graham Hester, recently in command at
Detroit, acting by my advice, was the agent through
whom they were distributed in the shape of presents
to the warlike western tribes. By this means, and
through his most excellent judgment in Indian affairs,
Major Hester has succeeded in averting, until now,
a bloody war, which has been imminent at any time
during the last three years. Now, owing to a parsi-
mony that withholds those few paltry dollars’ worth
of presents and the criminal stupidity of some of our
newly arrived officers, we are on the eve of the most
serious native outbreak this country has ever wit-
nessed. As it is under the leadership of Pontiac,
a man who,I honestly believe, would be unexcelled
among the commanders of the world had he the



DONALD AT JOHNSON CASTLE 85

advantages of education and environment, it is cer-
tain to prove a very formidable affair.”

“Do I understand you, sir, that this outbreak has
already taken place?” demanded Ensign Christie,
who had just been assigned to his first independent
command, — that of Presque Isle.

““My private despatches from Major Hester give
me every reason for that belief,” was the answer;
“though Gladwyn does not mention it. Ensign
Hester, who brings these despatches, confirms his
father’s warning. He, moreover, informs me that
the Senecas have joined the conspiracy, he and his
companion having had a narrow escape from a west-
bound party of that tribe. As it was, the Indians
stole their canoe, leaving them to make their way.on
foot for over two hundred miles through the forest
to this place. Thus, too, they missed meeting with
Cuyler’s command, which they were charged to warn
of the threatened danger.”

“May I ask if this is Ensign Hester?” inquired
Christie, turning with an engaging smile toward the
leather-clad young stranger.

“Bless my soul! Yes. Haven't you met him?
Ensign Christie and Paymaster Bullen, permit me to
present Ensign Donald Hester of the 60th, son of
my dear friend the major, and brother of the very
prettiest girl I know. By the way, lad, I believe I
haven’t told you the worst bit of news yet: It is
that your giddy sister has persuaded Madam Roth-



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say to take her to Detroit as a delightful surprise for
your father. They accompany Cuyler’s expedition
by especial permission of the general, who of course
never doubted that in a time of profound peace the
journey might be made in safety. And Cuyler, who
did not expect to leave before this time, has already
been gone a week, his movements having been greatly
hastened, I fancy, by impetuous Miss Edith.”

“T had already heard something of this,” answered
Donald, with a meaning glance at the two officers,
“and had made up my mind to start at once on
Cuyler’s trail, with a view to overtaking and — please
God — warning him in time.”

“So be it, lad. Much asI hate to have you go
without first taking a spell of rest, it is so clearly the
thing to do that I cannot but bid you oes beee: y
exclaimed Sir William.

“Mr. Hester,” said Christie, “I beg you will for-
give and forget the rudeness of which I was guilty a
few minutes since. I ought to have recognized a gen-
tleman at sight under any conditions, and am ashamed
to confess that for the moment I failed to do so.”

“Tt is not at all to be wondered at, Mr. Christie,”
answered Donald, grasping the other’s extended hand,
“and as I have already forgotten the incident, I can
find nothing to forgive.”

“And will you allow me, as a great favour, to
accompany you on this return trip so far as our
ways lie together?”



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“Gladly, though I warn you that I shall travel fast
and hard.”

“T will risk it,” laughed Christie, “and to a novice
in woodcraft like myself I know that such companion-
ship as yours will prove invaluable.”

“Well, hang it all, Christie! If you are going, I
don’t see why I shouldn’t go too,” sputtered Bullen,
and while Donald would gladly have dispensed with
the paymaster’s company, he could not well frame an
excuse for so doing.



CHAPTER XIII
PAYMASTER BULLEN AND HIS WONDERFUL TUB

THoucH Donald had not the art to rid himself
of an undesirable travelling-companion, Fate, in
the shape of a tin bath-tub, interposed in his behalf.
This tub was the little paymaster’s pride and delight,
for in a measure it was his own invention. Having
had it constructed in England especially for use in
America, he had become so enamoured of it that by
this time he would sooner have parted with any
other possession. It was a round affair, about three
feet in diameter, had a high back, was painted green
on the outside and white within. Here its resem-
blance to ordinary bath-tubs ended, and its individ-
uality became apparent. To begin with, it was
built with double sides about three inches apart, and
the space thus formed was divided by metallic -par-
titions into many compartments, of different sizes,
all of which were provided with close-fitting, water-
tight lids. These could only be opened by the press-

ing of a cleverly concealed spring. Not only did this
"hollow and cellular construction give great buoyancy
to the tub, adapting it for use as a life preserver, but
the compartments afforded safe storage room for a



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OR, THE TOTEM OF THE BEAR

A TALE OF REDCOAT AND REDSKIN

BY

KIRK MUNROE

Author of “The White Conquerors of Mexico”, &c,

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TAWTRY Howusz . . . . . . 7

Toe Magsor Gains A FRIEND AND MAKES AN
INEMY

Truman Fiace’s Story

Escarr OF THE PRISONERS .

A Basy Lost anpD RECOVERED .

Tue WILDERNESS

Tue Magor RE-ENTERS ACTIVE SERVICE

DoNALD SETS FoRTH ON A PurrLous Mission

St. Ausin’s Starritinc InroRMATION

Pontiac DECLARES WAR Fi . : .

Magor HESTER IS TAKEN PRISONER

DonaLp AT JOHNSON CASTLE . . .

ParMAsteR BULLEN AND HIS WONDERFUL TuB

A Waitt Mepicins Man

DonaLD AND CHRISTIE CEMENT A FRIENDSHIP

QUICKEYE AND THE ‘ ZEBRA”?

A Brave Girt Carrive.

SURPRISE AND Destruction oF THE BOAT BRIGADE

Tur Totem saves Donaxp’s Lire

Birter Disappointment at Fort Derroir .

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In Sparco or a Lost Sister .

AMID THE Ruins or Fort Sandusky

DiscOVERED AND PURSUED BY SAVAGES .

Curistir’s Brave DEFENCE OF HIS Post

DONALD FIRES THE MINE AND SAVES THE BLOCK-
HOUSE

Frienps in Captivity

How THE PAYMASTER NAVIGATED Laxe Erm
In A Tus

Tur PAYMASTER IN WAR-PAINT AND FEATHERS

DoNALD AND THE PAYMASTER ESCAPE

Imminent DANGER OF THE SCHOONER GLADWYN

PoNTIAC RECOGNIZES THE TOTEM

Last CRUISE OF THE PAYMASTER’S TUB .

Fort DETROIT IS REINFORCED .

AH-MO, THE DAUGHTER OF PonTIAC

A Nigut or FicgHtmnec anD TERROR

Brave DratH or tHE OLp Magor .

Tur Curse or tHe Magic Crrcie .

A WINTER IN THE WILDERNESS

An ApDopTrED DavuGuTER oF THE Forest

Tur PRINCESS ANSWERS DoNALD’s QUESTION .

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OR, THE TOTEM OF THE BEAR

CHAPTER I.

TAWTRY HOUSE

A GLORIOUS midsummer day was drawing to a
close; its heat had passed; the tall forest trees, —
whose leaves were pleasantly rustled by the cool
breeze of approaching night, flung a bridge of trem-
ulous shadows across the surface of Loch Meg, and
all nature was at peace. The tiny lake, though
bearing an old-world name, was of the new world,
and was one of the myriad forest gems that decked
the wilderness of western New York a century and
a half ago. It was embraced in a patent recently
granted by the English king to his well-approved
servant Graham Hester, whose bravery and wounds
had won for him an honorable retirement, with the
rank of major in a Highland regiment, ere he was

forty years of age. Being thus provided with an
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ample estate, Major Hester, with his young wife and
half a dozen trusty followers, left the old world for
the new, and plunged into its wilderness. Though
somewhat dismayed to find his property located a
score of leagues beyond that of his nearest white
neighbour, the major was at the same time gratified
to discover in that neighbour his old friend and com-
rade William Johnson, through whose diplomacy
the powerful Iroquois tribes of the Six Nations
were allied to the English and kept at peace.

On a crest of land overlooking and sloping gently
down to the blue lakelet which Major Hester had
named in honour of his wife, he erected a substantial
blockhouse of squared timbers. Behind it were
ranged a number of log outbuildings about three
sides of a square, in the centre of which was dug a
deep well. Having thus in a time of peace prepared
for war, the proprietor began the improvement of his
estate with such success that, within three years
from the felling of the first tree, several acres of
gloomy forest were replaced by smiling fields. A
young orchard was in sturdy growth, a small herd of
cattle found ample pasturage on the borders of the
lake, and on all sides were evidences of thrift and
plenty.

The military instinct of the proprietor caused all
forest growth to be cleared from a broad space
entirely around the rude fortress that held his life’s
treasures; but within the enclosure he left standing
TAWTRY HOUSE 3

two superb oaks. These not only afforded a grateful
shade, but gave a distinctive feature to the place
that was quickly recognized by the surrounding
Indians. Thus they always spoke of it as the house
of the two trees, or two-tree house, a name that soon
became “ Tawtry House,” under which designation
it was known from the unsalted seas to the tide
waters of the distant Shattemuc.

Tawtry House not only offered a ready welcome
and bountiful hospitality to the occasional hunter,
trader, or traveller tempted by business or curiosity
into that wild region, but to the Indians who still
roamed the forest at will and had established one of
their villages at no great distance from it. With
these, by the exercise of extreme firmness and an
inflexible honesty, Major Hester succeeded in main-
taining friendly relations, in spite of their jealousy
of his presence among them. At the same time, his
wife, through her gentleness and ready sympathy in
their times of sickness or distress, gained their deep-
seated affection.

Although the Iroquois were thus at peace with
their English neighbours, there was a bitter enmity
between them and the French settlers of Canada,
who had espoused the cause of their hereditary foes,
the tribes dwelling along the St. Lawrence and on
both shores of the great fresh-water lakes. Most
prominent of these were the Ottawas, Hurons or
Wyandots, Ojibwas and Pottawattamies, who were
4 AT WAR WITH PONTIAC

allied in a defensive league against their powerful
enemies. ‘Their ancient hatred of the Iroquois, ani-
mated by the traditions of generations, was ever
fanned into a blaze by Jesuit priests eager for the
triumph of their faith, French traders anxious to
monopolize the immensely profitable fur business of
the new world, and French soldiers determined at
any cost to extend the empire of their king. Thus,
on one pretext or another, war parties were con-
stantly coming and going, destroying or being de-
stroyed, and it well behooved the adventurous frontier
settler to intrench himself strongly behind massive
timbers and stout palisades.

Under these conditions and amid such scenes, in
the year 1743, when Tawtry House was still sweet-
scented with odours of the forest from which it had
been so recently hewn, was born Donald Hester, as
sturdy a young American as ever kicked in swaddling
clothes, and the hero of this tale of the forest.

On the midsummer evening with which our story
opens, Major Hester and his wife walked, hand in
hand, beyond the palisades of their fortress home,
enjoying the marvellous beauty of their surroundings
and talking of many things. Already had this wil-
derness home become very dear to them; for, repre-
senting years of toil and privation as it did, it was
their very own and the heritage of their boy, now
two years of age, who toddled behind them in charge
of a ruddy-cheeked Scotch nurse. While they re-
TAWTRY HOUSE 5

joiced over what had been accomplished, they planned
for the future, and discussed the details of many pro-
jected improvements. At the outlet of the lake a
egrist-mill should be built, and the low lands beyond
should be drained to afford increased pasturage for
their multiplying herd.

As they talked there came a sound from the forest
depths that caused them to pause and listen. Borne
faintly on the evening breeze, was a distant firing of
guns, and they fancied that it was accompanied by a
confusion of yells from human throats.

“Oh, Graham! what can it mean?” exclaimed
Mrs. Hester, as she clasped her husband’s arm and
glanced instinctively back, to make sure of the safety
of her child.

“Nothing that need alarm you, my dear,” answered
the major, reassuringly. “It is only a token of some
jollification among our Indian friends: a war dance,
or a scalp dance, or the advent among them of a new
lot of wretched captives, or something of that kind.
I remember Truman mentioning, more than a week
ago, that another war party had gone out. I do wish’
though that the Senecas would take it into their
heads to move their village farther away. I used to
think five miles quite a respectable distance, but
now —”

“T would that this horrible fighting were ended,”
interrupted Mrs. Hester. ‘“ Will not the time ever
come, Graham, when these poor heathen will cease
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from their dreadful wars, and live at peace with each
other, like civilized beings?”

“Like civilized beings, my dear?” laughed Major
Hester. “Yes, I think I may safely prophesy that if
the time ever comes when those nations which we
eall civilized give over fighting, then even the red
Indians may be persuaded to follow their example.
As for their methods of warfare, they are but the
counterparts of those practised by our own savage
ancestors a few centuries ago; while in their torture
of captives they are only reproducing the acts of
civilized Romans, medizval knights, and the Holy
Inquisition. It is not long since, even in England,
Elizabeth Gaunt was burned to death at Tyburn for
yielding to the dictates of compassion and giving
shelter to a political offender; nor are the cries for
mercy of the martyrs tortured at Smithfield stakes
yet forgotten. The burning of New England witches
is recent history, while the dismal record of devilish
tortures inflicted by white men upon Indian captives
is unbroken from the days of Columbus. Did not
Frontenac cause an Iroquois warrior to be burned
alive in order to terrorize his fellows? Did not—”

The honest major was so warmed to his subject
that he might have discoursed upon it indefinitely,
had he not been startlingly interrupted. He and his
wife were retracing their steps toward the house, and,
as before, the Scotch maid, with her toddling charge,
was some paces behind them. At a wild scream
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from the girl those in advance turned in time to see
the flying form of a young Indian, who had just
emerged from the near-by forest, fall headlong at her
feet. His naked body was pierced by wounds, and
his strength was evidently exhausted. As he fell, a
second Indian, in whose right hand gleamed a deadly
tomahawk, leaped from the woodland shadows, and,
with a yell of triumph, bounded toward his intended
victim. He was closely followed by two others.

As the Scotch girl stood motionless with terror,
little Donald, evidently believing this to be some new
form of game provided for his especial edification, ran
forward with a gurgle of delight, stumbled, and fell
directly across the head of the prostrate Indian. But
for the child’s sudden movement the keen-bladed
hatchet in the hand of the foremost pursuer, already
drawn back for the deadly throw, would have sped
on its fatal mission.

With a cry of anguish Mrs. Hester sprang toward
her baby; but quicker than she, with a leap like that
of a panther, Major Hester gained the spot first,
snatched up his child, and, over the body of the
young Indian, sternly confronted his scowling pur-
suers.
CHAPTER Ii

THE MAJOR GAINS A FRIEND AND MAKES AN
ENEMY

For some seconds the three Indians, who were
panting heavily from the effect of their long chase
through the forest, gazed in silence at the white
man who with the child in his arms so fearlessly con-
fronted them. Then the foremost of them, an evil-
looking savage who bore the name of Mahng (the
Diver), motioned the major aside with a haughty
wave of the hand, saying: “Let the white man step
from the path of Mahng, that he may kill this Ottawa
dog who thought to escape the vengeance of the
Senecas.”

Without retreating an inch from his position, and
still holding the little Donald, who crowed with
delight at sight of the Indians, Major Hester re-
plied: —

“Not even if the whole Seneca tribe demanded it
would I allow this man to be murdered in the pres-
ence of my wife. Nor, since my child has saved
his life, will I deliver him into your hands for
torture. He has sought my protection, and it shall
be granted him until he is proved unworthy of it.
THE MAJOR GAINS A FRIEND 9

Let the sachems of your tribe lay this grievance
before Sir William Johnson. If the white chief
decides that the prisoner must be restored to them,
and so orders, then will I give him up, but not
‘before. Now go, ere my young men, who are
already approaching, reach this place and drive you
from it with whips, like yelping curs.”

Being sufficiently acquainted with the English
language to comprehend the purport of these re-
marks, the scowling savage made answer: —

“Who gave the white man the right to step be-
tween an Indian andan Indian? This land is Indian
land. The long house in which the white man
dwells belongs to the Indians, as did the forest
trees from which it is built. If the Indian says
stay, then may you stay; if he says go, then must
you go. Let one of your young men but lift a hand
against Mahne, and this ground that has known the
tread of the white man shall know it no more for-
ever. His house shall become a hooting place for
owls, and Seneca squaws shall gather the harvest of
his fields. Restore then to Mahng his prisoner, that
there may be no bad blood between him and his white
brother.”

“ Never,’
ciently versed in the Indian tongue to catch the
general drift of these remarks.

?

replied Major Hester, who was suffi-

He had hardly uttered the word ere Mahng stooped,
darted forward with deadly intent like a wild ser-
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pent, and sought to bury his gleaming hatchet in
the brain of his still prostrate foe.

Like a flash the major’s strong right foot shot
out; the heavy, hob-nailed walking-shoe caught the
savage squarely under the chin; he was lifted from
the ground, and, falling on his back, lay as one who
is dead.

The remaining savages made as though to take.
instant vengeance for this deadly insult and, as they
imagined, murder of their leader, but their impulse
was checked by a stern command from behind.
Glancing in that direction, they saw themselves
covered by a long, brown rifle-barrel, held by a white
man clad in the leathern costume of the backwoods.
At the same time half a dozen labourers who, home-
returning from the fields, had noticed that something
unusual was taking place, came hurrying to the
scene of disturbance. Wisely concluding that un-
der these circumstances discretion was the better part
of valour, the Senecas picked up their helpless com-
rade and, retreating as rapidly as their burden would
permit, disappeared amid the darkening shadows of
the forest. ;

The tableau presented at this moment by those
who remained was that of the tall major standing
above the prostrate form of the escaped captive, hold-
ing his laughing child in one arm while his trem-
bling wife clung to the other. Close beside them
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ied in her hands, and a few paces in the rear were
- grouped the labourers, armed with various implements
of toil. In the foreground, Truman Flagg, the hun-
ter, white by birth, Indian by association and educa-
tion, leaned on his rifle and gazed silently after the
disappearing savages. As they vanished in the
forest, he remarked quietly: —

“°*Twas handsomely done, major, and that scoun-
drel Mahng deserved all he got. But ef he’s as dead
as he looks, I’m fearful that kick may get you into
trouble with the tribe, though he’s not a Seneca by
blood, nor overly popular at that.”

“You know him, then?” queried the major.

“Not edzackly what you might call know him;
but I know something of him.”

“Very well; come up to the house and tell me
what you know, while we consider this business.
Some of you men carry this poor fellow to the tool-
house, where we will see what can be done for him.
Now, my dear, the evening meal awaits us, and I
for one shall partake of it with a keener relish that
this unfortunate affair has terminated so happily.”

“T pray God, Graham, that it may be terminated,”
replied Mrs. Hester, fervently, as she took the child
from its father’s arms and strained him to her bosom.

The whole of this dramatic scene had transpired
within the space of a few minutes, and when the
men approached to lift the prostrate Indian they
found him so recovered from his exhaustion as to
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be able to stand, and walk feebly with the aid of
some support.

Major Hester’s first duty, after conveying his
wife and child to the shelter of the blockhouse,
was to visit the guest so strangely thrust upon
his hospitality, and inquire into his condition.
He found him lying on a pallet of straw, over
which a blanket had been thrown, and conversing
with Truman Flagg in an Indian tongue un-
known to the proprietor. The hunter was bath-
ing the stranger’s wounds with a gentleness that
seemed out of keeping with his own rude aspect,
and administering occasional draughts of cool well-
water, that appeared to revive the sufferer as though
it were the very elixir of life.

“What do you make of the case?” asked the
major, as he watched Truman Flagg apply to each
of the many gashes in the Indian’s body a healing
salve made of bear’s grease mixed with the fra-
grant resin of the balsam fir. “ Will he pull through,
think you?”

“Bless you, yes, major! He'll pull through
all right; for, bad as his hurts look, none of em’s
dangerous. They warn’t meant to be. He was
nighest dead from thirst. You see, he’s been
under torture most of.the day, without nary a drop
to wash down his last meal, which war a chunk
of salted meat give to him yesterday evening.
He’ll pick up fast enough now, though. All he
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needs to make him as good as new is food and
drink, and a night’s rest. After that you’ll find
him ready to go on the war-path again, ef so be
he’s called to do it. He’s the pluckiest Injun
ever I see, and I’ve trailed, fust and last, most
of the kinds there is. Ef he warn’t, I wouldn’t
be fussin’ over him now, for his tribe is mostly
pizen. But true grit’s true grit, whether you find
it in white or red, and a man what values hisself
as a man, is bound to appreciate it whenever its
trail crosses his’n.”

“A sentiment in which I must heartily concur,”
assented the major. “A brave enemy is always
preferable to a cowardly friend. But is this Indian
an enemy? To what tribe does he belong?”

“Ottaway,” was the laconic answer.

“Ottawa!” exclaimed the major, greatly dis-
concerted. “Why, the Ottawas are the firmest
allies of France and the most inveterate enemies
of the English. Are you certain he is an Ot-
tawa?”

“Sartain,” replied the hunter, with a silent
laugh at the other’s evident dismay. “And not
only that, but he’s the best fighter and best man
in the whole Ottaway tribe. They call him
Songa, the strong heart, and I consate Sir Will-
iam would be passing glad to exchange one hun-
dred pounds of the king’s money for his scalp
to-morrow.” .
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“Why don’t you earn it, then?” asked the
other. “Surely one hundred pounds could not be
gained more easily, nor is it a sum of money to be
despised even by an independent American woods-
ranger like yourself.”

For answer the hunter rose slowly to his full
height, and, holding a candle above his head, so
that its light shone full on the proprietor’s face,
regarded him intently for a score of seconds.

“You don’t mean it, Major Hester! Thank
God, you don’t mean it! for your face belies your
words, and proves you to be an honest man,” he
said at length. “Ef I thought you meant what
you just said, and was one to tempt a poor man
to commit a murder for the sake of gold, I would
never again sit at your table, nor set foot in your
house, nor look upon your face, nor think of you
save with the contempt an honest man must always
feel for a villain.”

“No, Truman. I did not mean what I said,”
replied the major, holding out a hand that was
heartily grasped by the other. “I spoke out of
curiosity to hear your reply, though I might have
known it would have the ring of true steel. Now
I must return to my wife, and if you will join us,
after you have done what you can for this poor
fellow, we will consult concerning the situation,
for it is no light thing to hold Songa the Ottawa
as prisoner in one’s house.”
CHAPTER III
TRUMAN FLAGG’S STORY

TRUMAN FLAGG was a son of one of those hardy
New England families which, ever pushing into
the wilderness in the extreme van of civilization,
were the greatest sufferers from the forays of
French and Indians, who every now and then
swept down from Canada, like packs of fierce
Northern wolves. In one of these raids his par-
ents were killed, and the lad was borne away to
be adopted among the Caughnawagas, who dwelt on
the St. Lawrence, not far from Montreal. With
these Indians he lived for several years, and hav-
ing a natural taste for languages, acquired, during
this time, a fair knowledge of the tongues of
most of the Northern tribes, as well as a smat-
tering of French. He also became well versed
in woodcraft, and so thoroughly Indian in ap-
pearance and habit that when he was again
captured by a marauding party of Maquas, or Mo-
hawks, it was not detected that he was of white
blood until he was stripped for the ordeal of the
gantlet, in an Iroquois village. His identity
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being thus discovered, his latest captors washed
from him his Caughnawaga paint, repainted and
reclad him in Mohawk fashion, and treated him
in all respects like a son of the tribe. Having
thus exchanged one form of Indian life for an-
other, Truman Flagg remained among the Iroquois
long enough to master their languages, and re-
ceive the name of Honosagetha, or the man of
much talk. Finally, he attracted the attention
of Sir William Johnson, and became one of the
general’s interpreters, as well as a counsellor in
Indian affairs. After awhile the forest ranger
so fretted against the restraints of civilization
and town life, as he termed that of the frontier
settlement clustered about Johnson Hall on the
lower Mohawk, that when Major Hester, search-
ing for an experienced guide and hunter, offered
him the position, he gladly accepted it. Since
then, save when his services were required as a
‘messenger between Tawtry House and the river
settlements, he had been free to come and go as
he pleased, provided he kept his employer fairly
well provided with all varieties of game in its
season. Thus he was able to spend much of his
time in roaming the forest, passing from one
Indian village to another, keeping himself posted
on all subjects of interest t. vhese wilderness com-
munities, and ever watching, with eagle eye, over
the safety of the Tawtry House inmates. He
TRUMAN FLAGG’S STORY 17

was a#simple-hearted fellow, of sterling honesty,
and a keen intelligence, that enabled him to ab-
sorb information on all subjects that came within
his range, as a sponge absorbs water. Although
of slender build, his muscles were of iron, his
eyesight was that of a hawk, and as a rifle-shot
he had no superior among all the denizens of the
forest, white or red. During three years of mu-
tual helpfulness, a strong friendship had sprung
up between this son of the forest and the soldier,
whose skilled valour on old-world battle-fields had
won the approbation of a king. Now, therefore,
the latter awaited with impatience the coming of
the hunter, whose advice he deemed essential be-
fore deciding upon any plan of action in the present
crisis.

When Truman Flage appeared, and reported
his patient to be sleeping soundly after having
eaten a hearty supper, the major asked what he
knew concerning the young Ottawa, and was an-
swered as follows: —

“As fur as I kin make out, major, Mahng, the
fellow you laid out so neatly awhile ago, is a
Jibway, while Songa is an Ottaway, and son of
the head chief, or medicine man, of the Metai, a
magic circle of great influence among the lake
tribes. Not long ago both Songa and Mahng
courted a young Jibway squaw, who was said to

be the handsomest gal of her tribe. They had
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some hot fights over her; but from the first she
favored Songa, and so, of course, the other fellow
had no show. Finally, Songa married her and
carried her away to the Ottaway villages. On
this, Mahng swore to be revenged on both of ’em,
and as the Jibways and Ottaways is good friends,
he come and jined the Senecas on purpose to get
a chance at Songa. Here, seeing as he belongs to
the totem of the wolf, which is strong among the
Senecas, and as he isn’t in noways a coward nor
lacking in good fighting sense, he soon made a
name for himself as a warrior, and could raise a
party agin the Ottaways any time he chose.
Most of the fighting that’s been going on since
you came here has been stirred up by Mahng, and
ef the whites gets drawed into it, it'll be his
doings. With all his smartness he never met up
with Songa, or leastways never got the best of
him, till this last time, when, fur as I kin make
out, they caught him and his squaw and _ their
young one travelling from one Ottaway village to
another. They say Songa made the prettiest fight
ever was seen, killed half a dozen of Mahng’s
party, and held ’em all off till his squaw had made
good her escape with the child. Then he give up,
and they brought him in. They waited till he
got well of his hurts, and then they set out to kill
him by as mean and devilish a lot of tortures as
ever I see.”
TRUMAN FLAGG’S STORY 19

“You don’t mean to say,” interrupted the other,
“that you were one of the spectators at a scene
of torture, and did nothing to prevent it?”

_“Sartain I do, major. It’s part of my business
to see such things. It’s also part of my business
to keep the peace, so fur as I kin, betwixt Injuns
and whites, which it would have been broke very
sudden ef I had interfered with an Injun execu-
tion of an Injun captive. They was only acting
cording to their light, and I acted ’cording to
mine.” .

“T suppose you are right,” assented the major,
“but I am glad I was not in your place, and sorry
that the savages should have had the encourage-
ment of your presence at one of their devilish
orgies.”

“They’ve had that many a time, major, when I
couldn’t help myself,” replied the hunter, soberly.
“They didn’t get any encouraging from me this
day, though, for they didn’t see me. I was too
snugly hid for that. But to make a short story,
they tormented that poor chap in one way and
another until I thought he must be done for, and
all the time he never uttered a sound except to
jeer at ’em, nor quivered an eyelash. Once, when
they saw he was nearly dead with thirst, they
loosed his hands and gave him a bowl of cool
spring water; but as he lifted it to his lips, they
dashed it to the ground. After that they held
20 AT WAR WITH PONTIAC

another bowl of water close to his face, but he
never gratified ’em by making a move to try and
drink it.

“Finally, they made a circle of dry wood around
him and set fire to it. Then I thought it was all
up with the poor fellow, and his torment would
soon be over. I was just saying this to myself when
something swift and still as a shadder brushed
past the place where I was hid. I had just time
to see that it was a woman, when she cleared the
woods. like a flash, ran to the stake, never minding
the flames more’n ef they’d been a shower of rain,
and cut Songa free.

“He gave a great leap, like a deer, out of the
ring of fire that was slowly roasting him, knocked
down two or three warriors that stood in his path,
and gained the woods, with her close beside him,
almost before any one knew what had happened.
A score of rifle balls whizzed after them, but they
wasn’t hit, and they had a clear start of a hun-
dred yards afore the crowd took after ’em. Mahng
was the only-one who could keep ’em in sight,
and when they separated at the foot of the lake,
he taking up one side, and she the other, Mahng
trailed the one he hated most, which was Songa.”

“How did you happen to see all this?” inquired
the major. “They must have passed from view of
your hiding-place very quickly.”

“Oh, I jined in the hunt, too,” replied Truman
TRUMAN FLAGG’S STORY 21

Flagg. “TI thought some one might find it handy
to have me ’round. Besides, J was feeling cramped
and in need of a bit of exercise.”

“Well, it was handy to have you around,” said
the major, heartily, “and it will be long ere I for-
get the gratitude with which I saw you at that
critical moment. I am thankful, too, that the
poor fellow escaped and sought the refuge he did,
though what I am to do with him is more than i
can imagine. I wish with all my heart that he
were well on his way toward the Ottawa villages.
But who was the woman who rescued him so splen-
didly, and what do you suppose became of her?”

‘He claims her as his squaw,” replied the hunter,
“and ef she’s where’ I left her, she’s setting watch-
ing him at this moment.”

“You don’t mean it! How can she be?” cried
the major, Jumping to his feet.

“T do mean it; and she can be beside him be-
cause I let her in myself, not half an hour ago,
and locked the door after me when I come out.”

“Then come with me at once, for I must go
and see them,” exclaimed the proprietor, starting
toward the door.

“Hold a bit, major. Don’ you think that
maybe Songa has earned a few hours of uninter-
rupted rest?” asked the hunter.

“Yes, you are right, he certainly has,’
the major, as he again sank into his chair.

>

replied
CHAPTER IV
ESCAPE OF THE PRISONERS

Mrs. Hester, who had been putting her child
to sleep, entered the room in time to hear the
conclusion of the hunter’s story, which she found
intensely interesting. Like her husband, she was
filled with a desire to see the brave woman who,
daring all for the man she loved, had, alone and
unaided, saved him from a horrible fate. With
him, though, she agreed that it would be cruel to
disturb the much-needed and bravely earned rest
of their guests. Thus it was decided that they
should wait until morning before visiting those
whom Fate had so strangely thrust upon their
hospitality. In the meantime, were they guests
or prisoners, and what was to be done with them?

Long and animated was the discussion of these
questions, which were finally settled by the major,
who said: “They are both. For this night they
are our guests. To-morrow morning I shall set a
guard over them, for their protection as well as
our own. Thus they will become prisoners. If
by the time the Ottawa warrior is sufficiently
recovered of his wounds to travel, I have received
ESCAPE OF THE PRISONERS 23

no word to the contrary from Johnson, I shall let
him go, and bid him God speed. If, however, I
should receive orders to continue to hold him, or
even to deliver him over to his savage captors,
which God forbid, I can conceive of no alterna-
tive save that of obedience.”

“Oh, Graham! You wouldn’t, you couldn't,
deliver that splendid Indian and his brave wife
to the awful fate that would await them!” cried
Mrs. Hester.

“T don’t think that I could give up the woman
nor that I would be required to, seeing that she
was not a prisoner of war; but with the man it
is different. He is a chief in the tribe who have
proved themselves most inveterate foes of the
English, and, from what Flagg tells me, I should
judge a man of extraordinary ability. His death
at this time might prove the future salvation cf
hundreds of white men, women, and children. To
allow him to escape may involve us in war. The
decision either way will be fraught with far-reach-
ing results, and I am thankful that it does not
rest with me. Whatever Johnson may order in a
case of this kind must be obeyed, without regard
to our private views, for he is the accredited rep-
resentative, in this section, of the king, God bless
him, whom we are sworn to serve. At any rate,
we may rest easy this night, and for two yet to
come; for, even if the Senecas lay this grievance
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before the governor, it must still be several days ere
I can hear from him.”

“Oh dear!” sighed Mrs. Hester, “I suppose
you are right, Graham, of course, but the contin-
gency is too dreadful to contemplate. I believe I
would even go so far as to help these poor people
to escape, and so defy the governor, rather than
allow them to be given up; for I know the wife
will insist on sharing her husband’s fate, what-
ever it may be.”

“TI don’t believe you would, my dear, if you
first paused to consider what effect your action
might have upon the future of your own boy,”
replied her husband, gravely.

Before retiring for the night the major and
Truman Flage cautiously approached the tool-
house, and, listening at its single opén window,
which was merely a slit cut through the logs at
the back to serve as a loop-hole for musketry,
plainly heard the heavy breathing that assured
them of the safety of the prisoners. Then the
major bade his companion good-night, and turned
toward his own quarters. He had gone but a
few steps when the hunter overtook him and
handed him the key of the tool-house, saying that
he should feel more at ease with it in the propri-
etor’s possession. As they again separated, he
remarked that, being so very weary, he feared he
should sleep late the following morning.
ESCAPE OF THE PRISONERS 25

In spite of this, Truman [lage was up and
stirring while it yet wanted an hour of dawn.
Lighting a small dark-lantern and moving with
the utmost caution, he made, from various places,
a collection of food, clothing, and arms.

“Tt’s what the major in his heart wishes done,
I’m sartain,” he muttered to himself, “and what
the madam would never forgive me ef I left
undone. I could see that in her face.”

Having completed his preparations, the hunter
stepped lightly across the parade ground, as the
major called the enclosed square, and opened the
tool-house door, which he had softly unlocked, in
anticipation of this time, the moment before hand-
ing its key to Major Hester. Carefully as he
entered the building, its inmates were instantly
wide awake and aware of his presence. With a
few whispered words he explained the situation
to Songa, adding that while the white chief had
no authority to free a prisoner, he was unwilling
that one whose life had been saved by his child
should be restored to those who would surely kill
him. “Therefore,” continued the hunter, “he bids
you make good your escape while it is yet dark,
taking with you these presents. He would have
you tell no man of the manner of your going, and
bids you remember, if ever English captives are
in your power, that you owe both life and liberty
to an English child.
26 AT WAR WITH PONTIAC .

“To you,” he added, turning to Songa’s heroic
wife, “the white squaw sends the greeting of one
brave woman to another. She bids you go in
peace, lead your husband to the lodges of his
people, and restore him to the child who, but for
her child, would now be fatherless.”

As the young Ottawa, assisted by his loving
wife, slowly gained his feet and painfully straight-
ened his body, whose stiffened wounds rendered every
movement one of torture, he answered simply: —

“The words of my white brother are good.
Songa will never forget them. If all white men
were like him, there would be no more fighting,
for the hatchet would be buried forever.”

While both the hunter and the squaw rubbed
the sufferer’s limbs with bear’s grease, and so in
a measure restored their suppleness, the latter
said in a low voice, that was yet thrilling in its
intensity : —

“Tell my white sister that through her words I
can understand the love of the Great Spirit for
his children. They have sunk deep into my heart,
where their refreshing shall ever be as that of cool
waters.”

In the first faint flush of the coming dawn two
dusky figures slipped, with the silence of shadows,
from among the buildings of Tawtry House, sped
across the open, and vanished in the blackness of
the forest. At the same time Truman Flagg, well
ESCAPE OF THE PRISONERS 27

satisfied with the act just performed, though won-
dering as to what would be its results, returned to
his own lodging, flung himself on his couch of
skins, and was quickly buried in slumber.

He was awakened some time later by the voice
of his employer, calling, “Come, Flagg! Turn
out! the sun is all of two hours high, and here
you are still sleeping. You ought to be ashamed
of yourself.”

As the hunter emerged from his cabin, yawning
and stretching, the major continued: “I am on
my way to visit our guests, or prisoners, as I
suppose we must now call them, and want you to
act as interpreter. Whether guests or prisoners,
we must not allow them to starve, and if they are
half as hungry as I am at this moment, they must
feel that they are in imminent danger of it.”

The honest soldier was amazed to find the door of
the tool-house unlocked, and still more so to discover
that the place was empty. “What does it mean?”
he cried angrily. “Have we a traitor among us?
or is it witchcraft? Surely no human being, wounded
so nigh unto death as was that Indian but a few hours
since, could have effected an escape unaided.”

“You forget that the squaw was with him,” sug-
gested the hunter.

“True; though how she could have unlocked the
door passes my understanding. Are you certain
that you locked it after admitting her?”
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“T am sartain,” replied Truman Flagg, “for I
tried it afterwards.”

A prolonged, though unavailing, search was made
through all the buildings and the adjacent forest
that morning. While it was in progress the ma-
jor appeared greatly chagrined at the turn of events;
but his outward demeanour concealed an inward satis-
faction that he had not been obliged to abuse the laws
of hospitality, by treating his guests as prisoners.

As for Mrs. Hester, she rejoiced so openly at
their escape that the hunter was finally emboldened
to confess to her his share in it, and deliver the
message of the Indian woman.
CHAPTER V
A BABY LOST AND RECOVERED

In the scouting of that morning Truman Flagg
took an active part, and he alone of all who were
out discovered the trail of the fleeing Ottawas. Fol-
lowing it far enough to assure himself that no un-
friendly forest ranger had run across it, he turned
his steps in the direction of the Seneca village.
Here, although he was received with a certain cool-
ness, arising from his participation in the incident
of the previous evening, no affront was offered him,
and he had no difficulty in acquiring the information
he desired. Thus he was able to report to Major
Hester, on his return to Tawtry House, that Mahng
not only lived, but was in a fair way to recover
from his injury, and that by means of swift runners
the grievance of the Indians had already been laid
before Sir William Johnson.

This report was confirmed on the following day,
by the appearance of a delegation of Seneca chiefs,
who brought a note from the governor, and de-
manded that Major Hester deliver to them the
Ottawa captive. Sir William’s note, though ex-
tremely courteous, was very firm, and contained an
30 AT WAR WITH PONTIAC

unmistakable order for restoration to the Senecas of
their lawful prisoner. It also chided the major for
interfering between Indians, at a risk of disturbing
the friendly relations between the English and their
Iroquois neighbours.

With the reading of this note an angry flush
mantled the soldier’s bronzed cheeks, and he seemed
on the point of expressing his feelings in forcible
language. Controlling himself with a visible effort,
and bidding Truman Flagg interpret his words, he
replied to the chiefs as follows: —

“Brothers: I have listened to your demand and
find it a just one. The talking-paper of the white
chief bids me deliver to you a prisoner known as
Songa the Ottawa. The orders of the white chief
must be obeyed, as I would obey this one were it
possible to do so, but it is not. Listen. As I
walked before my lodge, a stranger, whom I had
never seen, ran from the forest and fell at my feet.
He was bleeding from many wounds, and exhausted
from long running. An enemy followed, and
sought to kill him; when my son, a little child,
threw himself across the stranger’s neck and saved
his life. Was not that a sign from the Great Spirit
that he wished the stranger to live? Could I do
less than was done by that little child? You know
I could not. You know that no Seneca warrior
would allow a man to be killed who sought his pro-
tection insuch a manner. So I lifted this stranger
A BABY LOST AND RECOVERED 31

and took him to my lodge. At the same time I told
his enemy that I would keep him until an order
could be brought from the great white chief for him
to be delivered up. Now you have brought that
order, and, were the stranger still in my lodge, I
would deliver him to you; but he is not. He left
me that same night. How, I know not. He was
sore wounded, and was lodged in a secure place,
but in the morning he was gone. I am told that he
is a medicine man of the Metai. May he not have
been removed by the magic of his circle? No matter.
He was here and is gone. You look to me for him,
and I cannot produce him. That is all. I have
spoken.”

A dignified old Seneca chief arose to reply, and
said: “We have heard the words of my white
brother, and we believe them to be true, for his
tongue is not crooked. He alone of all white men
has never lied to us. He says the prisoner is gone,
and it must be so. But it is not well. Our hearts
are heavy at the escape of so brave a captive.
What, then, will my brother give us in his place,
that the heaviness of our hearts may be lifted?”

“JT will give you,” replied Major Hester, “two
guns, and ten red blankets, twenty pounds of
powder and fifty pounds of lead, one piece of blue
cloth, one piece of red cloth, and five pounds of
tobacco. Is it enough?”

“It is enough,” answered the chief, while the eyes
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of his companions glistened at the prospect of this
munificent present. “But,” he continued, “there
was a woman. What will my brother give for
her?”

“Nothing,” answered the white brother, promptly,
“for she was not your prisoner.”

“Ueh!” grunted the Indians.

“There is also Mahng,” continued the savage
diplomat, whose rule of action was that of his white
colleagues in the same service; namely, to give as
little and get as much as possible. “What will
my brother give him to help the healing of his
wounds?”

2

“JT will give Mahng a handsome present when-
ever he shall come to receive it, that there may be
no bad blood between us,” was the answer; and with
these concessions the Indians expressed themselves
as well content.

The proprietor of Tawtry House kept his word
in regard to the presents; but Mahng never came
to claim those set apart for him. Instead of so
doing, he sent word to Major Hester that no gift,
save that of his life’s blood, would ever atone for
the insult of that kick, nor wipe out the enmity
between them.

“So be it, then, if he will have it so,” replied the
soldier, with a light laugh, when this was reported
to him; but his wife turned pale and trembled as
she recalled the undying hate expressed by Mahng’s
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scowling face. Nor was the Ojibwa’s threat an
entirely idle one, as the settlers discovered to their
sorrow, when several of their cattle were killed, an
outbuilding was burned, and finally the major him-
self had a narrow escape with his life, from a shot
fired by an unseen foe. Finally, these things be-
came so annoying that Sir William Johnson notified
the Senecas to drive Mahng from their country,
or hand him over to the whites for punishment,
unless they wished to forfeit the valuable annual
present, sent to them by their great Father of Eng-
land, an instalment of which was then due.

As the Diver was by no means popular in his
adopted tribe, he was promptly carried across the
Niagara river, and forbidden ever to set foot on its
eastern shore again, under penalty of death. Hav-
ing performed this virtuous act, the Senecas moved
eastward to the long council-house of the Six
Nations, which was located in the country of
the Onondagas, where they were to receive their
presents and share in the deliberations of their
confederacy.

“ It was two months after the incidents above de-
scribed, and several weeks had passed without an
Indian having been seen in the vicinity of Tawtry
House. So absolutely peaceful were its surround-
ings that the vigilance of its inmates was relaxed,
and during the daytime, at least, they came and

went at will, without a thought of insecurity.
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This peace was rudely broken one morning by
shrill cries from the Scotch nurse maid who, an hour
before, had strolled with her infant charge toward
the lake. She now ran to the house in an agony
of terror, and uttering unintelligible screams. It
was at first believed that the child was drowned, but
finally the distracted parents gleaned from the girl’s
half-coherent words that she had left him in safety
at some distance from the shore, for a single minute,
while she stepped to the water’s edge for a drink.
When she returned he had disappeared, nor was
there any answer to her calling.

For two days search parties scoured the surround-
ing forest, but without avail. There was not an
experienced trailer among them, Truman Flagg
being with Sir William Johnson at the Onondaga
council-house. Toward the close of the second day,
while Major Hester and most of his men were still
engaged in their fruitless search, the heartbroken
mother walked listlessly to the place where her
child had last been seen. She had already been
there many times, unconsciously, but irresistibly
attracted to the spot.

On this occasion, as she was about to turn back,
there came to her ear the cry of an infant. Like a
tigress robbed of her young, and with blazing eyes,
the bereaved woman sprang in the direction of the
sound, and in another instant her child, alive and
well, was clasped to her bosom. He had been hid-
A BABY LOST AND RECOVERED 3

oo

den beneath the low-spreading branches of a small
cedar, and she snatched him from a bark cradle,
exquisitely made and lined with costly furs. .

Like one pursued by a great terror, she fled to the
house with her precious burden, nor would she per-
mit one to take it from her until her husband’s
return.

When they examined the child they found him
without scratch or blemish, save for a curious and
inflamed disfiguration on his left arm, just below the
shoulder. Though this soon healed, it was long
before its mystery was explained; but when Truman
Flagg saw it, he pronounced it to be the tattooed
mark of an Indian totem.
CHAPTER VI
‘THE WILDERNESS

In a new country the changes effected during six-
teen years are apt to be greater than those of a life-
time in long-established communities. Certainly this
was the case in North America during the sixteen
years immediately preceding that of 1768. The
bitter fighting between England and France for the
supremacy of the new world that began with
the signal defeat of the English army under Brad-
dock, in 1755, was ended four years later by Wolfe’s
decisive victory on the Heights of Abraham. later France retired from the conflict and surren-
dered Canada, with all its dependencies, to the Eng-
lish. These dependencies included a long chain of
tiny forts, about some of which were clustered thrifty
French settlements that extended entirely around the
Great Lakes and south of them into the valley of the
Ohio. Among these were Niagara at the mouth of
the river of that name, Presque Isle on the site of the
present city of Erie, Sandusky, Detroit, Mackinac,
Fort Howard on Green Bay, and Fort St. Joseph near
the southern end of Lake Michigan. While from
its commanding position the most important of these
THE WILDERNESS 87

forts was the first named; the largest, and the one
surrounded by the most thriving settlement was at
Detroit. Here the fort itself was a palisaded village
of one hundred compactly built houses standing on
the western bank of the Detroit river. Beyond it, on
both sides for nearly eight miles, stretched the pros-
perous settlement of French peasants, whose long,
narrow farms reached far back from the river, though
in every case the tidy white houses and outbuildings
stood close to the water’s edge.

The English settlements at the close of the war with
France had not crossed the Alléghanies, and in the
province of New York the western bank of the Hud-
son was an almost unbroken wilderness. Through
the country of the Six Nations, and by their especial
permission, a military route, guarded by a line of
forts, had been established, though it was clearly
understood by the Indians that all these should be
abandoned as soon as the war wasended. ‘This route
began at the frontier town of Albany. Here the trav-
eller left the clumsy but comfortable sloop on board
which he had perhaps spent a week or more on the
voyage from New York, and embarked in a canoe or
flat-boat, which was laboriously poled against the
swift current of the Mohawk river. Thus he passed
the old Dutch town of Schenectady, Johnson Hall
and Johnson Castle, Forts Hunter and Herkimer, and
at length reached the head of river navigation at Fort
Stanwix. From here a short portage through the for-
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est led him to the waters of Wood creek, where he
might again embark and float with the sluggish cur-
rent to the Royal Blockhouse on the shore of Oneida
lake. Crossing this, and passing under the walls of
Fort Brewerton at the source of the Oswego river,
he would descend the swift waters of that stream
to Fort Oswego on the shore of Lake Ontario.
From here his course in any direction lay over
the superb waterways of the great inland lakes
whose open navigation was only interrupted by a
toilsome portage around the great cataract of the
Niagara river.

Beyond these few isolated dots of white settle-
ments and the slender lines of communication be-
tween them, the whole vast interior country was
buried in the shade of an unbroken forest that
swept like a billowy sea of verdure’ over plains,
hills, valleys, and mountains, screening the sunlight
from innumerable broad rivers and rushing streams,
and spreading its leafy protection over uncounted
millions of beasts, birds, and fishes. Here dwelt the
Indian, and before the coming of the white man the
forest supplied all his simple needs. Jts gloomy
mazes were threaded in every direction by his trails,
deep-trodden by the feet of many generations, and
forming a network of communication between all
villages and places of importance. So carefully did
these narrow highways follow lines of shortest dis-
tance and easiest grade, that when the white man
THE WILDERNESS 89

began to lay out his own roads he could do no better
than adopt their suggestions.

With the coming of the whites, the life of the
Indian was subjected to sudden and radical changes.
Having learned of the existence and use of guns,
knives, kettles, blankets, and innumerable other
things that appealed to his savage notions of com-
fort and utility, he must now have them, and for
them would trade furs. So the fur traders became
important features of the forest life, and their busi-
ness grew to be so immensely profitable that its con-
trol was one of the prime objects for which England
and France fought in America. The little forts that
the French scattered over the country were only trad-
ing-posts, and at them, so long as their builders ruled,
the Indians were treated with a fairness and courtesy
that won their firm friendship and made them stanch
allies in times of war. But when the French power
was broken, and the Indians, without at all under-
standing why, found that they must hereafter deal
only with English fur traders, all this was changed.

There was no longer a war on hand nor a rival
power in the land, therefore the necessity for con-
ciliating the Indian and gaining his friendship no
longer existed. The newcomers did not care so
much for furs as they did for land. For this they
were willing to trade rum, but not guns, knives,
powder, or bullets. These must be kept from the
Indian, lest he do mischief. He no longer found
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in the white man a friend, but a master, and a very
cruel one at that.

It was now considered good economy to withhold
the presents that in war time had been so lavishly
bestowed on.the Indians, and the one problem that
the English sought to solve was how to get rid of
the undesirable red man as cheaply and quickly as
possible. The little trading-posts, in which he had
been made a welcome guest, were now filled with
red-coated soldiers, who called him a dog and treated
him as such. He became ragged and hungry, was
driven from the homes of his fathers, and finally
began to perceive that even the privilege of living
was not to be granted him much longer. He grew
desperate, and his hatred against those who had
driven away his kind French friends and brought
about all his present misery became very bitter. He
saw plainly that if he did not drive these red-
coats back to the sea whence they came, they would
soon sweep his race from the face of the earth.
There seemed to be only a few white men and many
Indians; but while the former were united under
one great leader, the latter were divided into many
tribes with many little leaders. If they, too, would
only find some great chief, under whom all the tribes
could unite, how quickly would they wipe out the
hated redcoats and teach the English to respect their
rights. Perhaps as soon as they began to fight for
themselves the white-coated soldiers of France would
THE WILDERNESS 41

come again to help them. At any rate, certain white
men told them this would happen, and they were
believed. If only they could find a leader!

Gradually, but with convincing proof, it dawned
upon the unhappy Indians that a great leader had
arisen among them, and was ready to deal the deci-
sive blow that should set them free. To tribe after
tribe and to village after village came messengers bear-
ing broad belts of wampum and the crimson hatchet of
war. They came in the name of Pontiac, war chief
of the fierce Ottawas, head medicine man of the power-
ful Metai, friend of Montcalm, stanch ally of the
French during the recent war, and leader of his people
at the battle of the Monongahela, where stubborn Brad-
dock was slain with his redcoats, and even the dreaded
“long-knives ” from Virginia were forced to fly.

Far and wide travelled the messengers of this
mighty chieftain, and everywhere was his war hatchet
eagerly accepted. Far and wide went Pontiac him-
self, and wherever his burning words were heard the
children of the forest became crazed with the fever
of war. Finally, the fierce plan was perfected. The
blow was to be struck at every British post west of
Niagara on the same day. With the fall of these,
the triumphant forest hordes were to rush against
the settlements and visit upon them the same cruel
destruction that had overtaken their own villages
whenever the white man had seen fit to wipe them
from his path.
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While this movement had gained ground until the
fatal storm was just ready to burst, it had been
conducted with such secrecy that only one white
man even suspected its existence, and his name was
Graham Hester.
CHAPTER VII
THE MAJOR RE-ENTERS ACTIVE SERVICE

On the breaking out of the French war, Major
Hester accepted his friend’s invitation to remove his
family to Johnson Hall, and make that his home dur-
ing the troublous times that would render Tawtry
House an unsafe place of residence. This he did
the more readily on account of his wife’s health,
which was so precarious that, while the major was
confident he could defend his forest fortress against
any ordinary attack, he feared lest the excitement of
such an affair might prove too much for the frail
woman who was dearer to him than life.

Alas for his precautions! During the wearisome
eastward journey, the travellers were drenched by a
fierce storm of rain and hail that was followed by a
chilling wind. So furious was the tempest that it
was impossible to wholly protect the invalid from it,
and in less than a week thereafter the noisy bustle
of Johnson Hall was silenced for an hour by her
funeral. So deeply did the rugged soldier feel his
loss, that he vowed he would never again set foot in
the house that had been hers, and that, as soon as he
could make provision for his children, he would seek
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in battle for the king, that reunion with his loved
one that death alone could grant.

The children thus deprived of a mother’s tender
care were Donald, now a sturdy lad of twelve years,
and Edith, a dainty little maiden two years younger.
The former was wise beyond his years in forest lore,
which he had eagerly imbibed from the tuition of
that master of woodcraft, Truman Flagg. At the
same time he was sadly deficient in a knowledge of
books and many other things that go to make up the
education of a gentleman. Him, therefore, the major
decided to send to New York to be fitted for the col-
lege then known as “ King’s,” but afterwards famous
under the name of “ Columbia.”

Against this decision the lad raised strenuous objec-
tions, declaring that his sole ambition was to become
a soldier, and that such a one could learn to fight
without the aid of books.

“True, my son, so he can, after a fashion,” replied
the major, gravely. “But, in the art of war, as in
every other art, all our teachings come from those
who have preceded us, and the most important of
these are recorded in the books they have left for our
consideration. Again, as the soldier of to-day is the
modern representative of the chivalrous knight of
olden time, he must needs be a gentleman, and an
uneducated gentleman would be as sorry a spectacle
as an unarmed soldier in battle. So, my dear boy,
accept thy fate kindly and make a soldier’s fight
THE MAJOR RE-ENTERS ACTIVE SERVICE 45

against the enemy named ignorance. Upon the day
of thy graduation from King’s College, if my influ-
ence can compass it, which I doubt not it can, a com-
mission in one of His Majesty’s American regiments
shall await thy acceptance. I shall send our little
lass with thee, and both she and thyself will be
entertained in the household of Madam Rothsay, the
widow of a dear friend of mine, who has agreed to
receive you and fulfil, so far as may be, a mother’s
duty toward my motherless children.”

The major escorted his children as far as Albany,
where he embarked them, together with the Scotch
nurse who had cared for both of them from their
birth, on board a packet-sloop that should carry them
to their new house. Having thus made provision
for the welfare of his dear ones, the lonely man pro-
ceeded to fulfil the destiny he had planned by join-
ing as a volunteer aid the army which, under General
Johnson, was charged with the capture of Crown
Point on Lake Champlain. In this campaign it was
largely owing to Major Hester’s soldierly knowledge
and tactical skill that the French army, under Baron
Dieskau, which had advanced as far as the southern
end of Lake George, was defeated. For this victory
Sir William Johnson was raised to a baronetcy and
presented with a purse of five thousand pounds.

Through the war Major Hester fought with one
army or another, always in the forefront of battle, as
he was a leader in council; but never finding the
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boon of death which he craved. At length he stood
with Wolfe on the lofty Heights of Abraham, and in
the fall of Quebec witnessed the fatal blow to French
power in America. In all this time he had never
returned to the forest house that he had last looked
upon in company with his beloved wife. Whether
his resolution not to visit it would have lived to the
end can never be known, for in the second year of
the war a marauding party from an army, which,
under Montcalm, had just captured and. destroyed
Oswego, reached Tawtry House and burned it to
the ground.

After the surrender of Canada, Major Hester vis-
ited his children in New York City. Here he found
his boy, grown almost beyond recognition, domiciled
in the new King’s College building, then just com-
pleted, and doing well in his studies, but keenly
regretting that the war was ended without his par-
ticipation. The white-haired soldier also found his
daughter, Edith, now fifteen years of age, budding
into a beautiful womanhood, and bearing so strong
a resemblance to her mother that he gazed at her
with mixed emotions of pain and delight.

During his stay in the city, the major was fre-
quently consulted upon military affairs by the Eng-
lish commander-in-chief, Sir Jeffry Amherst, who
finally begged him to accompany the expedition
which he was about to send into the far west,
under the redoubtable Colonel Rogers, of ranger
THE MAJOR RE-ENTERS ACTIVE SERVICE 47

fame, to receive the surrender of the more distant
French posts.

“Rogers is impetuous, and needs a man of your
experience to serve as a balance-wheel,” said Sir
Jeffry. “Besides, I want some one of your ability
and knowledge of Indian affairs to take command of
Detroit, the principal settlement and most important
trading-post in the west. So, Hester, if you will
accept this duty, you will not only be serving the
king, but doing me a great personal favour as well.”

Willing to continue for a while longer in active
service, and having no other plan, Major Hester
accepted Sir Jeffry’s offer, and set forth on his long
journey, joining Rogers at Fort Niagara, where, with
the aid of cranes and ox-teams, the rangers were
laboriously transporting their heavy whale-boats over
the steep portage around the great cataract.

At length the little flotilla was again launched,
and as it skirted the southern shore of Lake Erie,
its every movement was watched by the keen eyes
of Indian scouts, concealed in dense forest coverts,
and reported in detail to the chief of that country ;
for never before had a body of British troops ven-
tured so far into the interior. Finally, in one of
their camps the rangers were visited by an impos-
ing array of Indian sachems, headed by the great
chief himself, who demanded the reason of their
presence in his country.

When Rogers, in reply, had stated the nature of
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his business, the chief began a speech, in which he
forbade the further advance of the English. Sud-
denly his eye rested upon Major Hester, who had
just left his tent to attend the council. The speech
of the Indian came to an abrupt pause, and gazing
fixedly at the white-haired officer, he inquired if he
were not the chief who dwelt in the great house of
the two trees in the land of the Senecas.

“I did dwell there,” replied the major, greatly
surprised at the question. .

“Does my brother of the two-tree house wish to
journey through the country of the Ottawas?” de-
manded the chieftain.

“Certainly, I do,” was the reply.

“For peace or for war?” queried the savage,
laconically.

“For peace,” answered Major Hester. “The war
is ended, and we do but journey to take peaceable
possession of those forts which the French have
given over to the English.”

“Ugh! It is good! Let my white brother
travel in peace, for Pontiac knows that his tongue
is straight, and that what he says must be true
words.”

With this the haughty chieftain, followed. by his
savage retinue, left the camp, and not another Indian
was seen until Detroit was reached, though, as was
afterwards learned, a strong body of Pontiac’s war-
riors had awaited them at the mouth of the Detroit
THE MAJOR RE-ENTERS ACTIVE SERVICE 49

river, and were only restrained from attacking the
flotilla by their leader’s express command.

Neither Major Hester nor Colonel Rogers knew
what to make of this curious behavior on the part
of the powerful Indian who had evidently been
determined to oppose their progress. The former
could not recall ever having seen him or held inter-
course with him, though, after he assumed command
of Fort Detroit, Pontiac paid him frequent visits,
and always evinced a strong friendship for the hon-
est soldier, who invariably treated him and his peo-
ple with consideration and fairness. Frequently, too,
Pontiac complained to the major of the outrages per-
petrated by other English commanders, their brutal
soldiers, and the horde of reckless traders who
swarmed through the country. He declared that if
they were continued, the Indians would rise against
their oppressors and sweep them from the face of
the earth.

Fully appreciating the state of affairs, but power-
less to alter it for the better, save in his own jurisdic-
tion, Major Hester appealed to Sir William Johnson,
begging him to visit the western country and use his
powerful influence to quiet the growing discontent.
This Sir William did with great pomp and ceremony
in 1761, finding himself just in time to quell, by
lavish presents and still more lavish promises, a gen-
eral uprising of the Algonquin tribes. The peace-

ful relations thus established lasted but a short times
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however, and within a year the aggressions of the
whites had become more pronounced, and the situa-
tion of the Indians more desperate than ever. Pon-
tiac had disappeared from the vicinity of Detroit,
and for many months Major Hester had not seen
him. At the same time he was well informed of the
eruelties practised upon the natives, and foresaw that
they could not much longer be restrained from retali-
ating in their own bloody fashion. Being unwilling
to fight on the side of injustice and oppression, he at
length prayed Sir Jeffry Amherst to relieve him
from his command. This request was granted, and
late in 1762 he was succeeded by Major Gladwyn,
an officer with a brave record as a fighter and un-
hampered by any troublesome consideration of the
rights or wrongs of Indians. Although thus relieved
of his command, certain duties arose to detain Major
Hester for several months at Detroit; and the momen-
tous spring of 1763 found him still an inmate of that
frontier post.
CHAPTER VIII
DONALD SETS FORTH ON A PERILOUS MISSION

No rising sun ever witnessed a fairer scene than
that presented by the little wilderness settlement
of Detroit on the sixth of May, 1763. All nature
Was rejoicing in the advent of spring and donning
its livery of green. The broad river, flowing south-
ward with a mighty volume of water from four in-
land seas of which it formed the sole outlet, was
lined as far as the eye could reach with the white
houses and fertile fields of French farmers. From
these, spirals of blue smoke curled peacefully, and
the voices of cattle answered each other in morning
greetings. A darker mass of buildings on the west-
ern bank denoted the palisaded village in which
dwelt the British garrison, their wives and chil-
dren, and some fifty fur traders, with their Canadian
employees. The houses within the palisades, about
one hundred in number, were mostly low, wooden
structures, roofed with bark or thatch. The village
was square in form, and while one side opened on
the river, the other three were enclosed by wooden
walls, twenty-five feet in height, with log bastions
at the corners, and a blockhouse over each of the
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three gateways. Several pieces of light artillery
were mounted on the bastions, and anchored in the
river lay the armed schooners Beaver and Gladwyn.
At some distance from the fort, both up and down
the river, rose the smoke of populous Indian villages,
for all the natives of that section were in from their
winter hunting, and gathered at this point for trade.
Over the placid waters light canoes occasionally
darted from bank to bank. A boat brigade, bound
for the far north, was just starting from the fort,
and the Canadian voyageurs, gay with fringes, beads,
and crimson sashes, caused the morning air to ring
with a tuneful chorus as boat after boat shot away
and stemmed the current with lusty oars.

Not far from the point of this noisy embarkation
was another, though much less ostentatious scene
of departure and leave-taking. In the stern of a
birch canoe, paddle in hand and evidently impa-
tient to be off, sat one of Rogers’ buckskin-clad
rangers, who was about to revisit his distant New
Hampshire home, for the first time in three years.
Near by, on the strand, stood two men, both tall and
possessed of a military bearing. One, who wore
the undress uniform of an officer, was elderly and
white-haired, while the other, slender, and clad
much as was the ranger in the canoe, was in the
first flush of splendid young manhood. As these
two stood hand in hand, the younger said: “Can I
not persuade you, father, even at this last moment,
DONALD SETS FORTH ON A PERILOUS MISSION 53

to change your mind and accompany us? Poor Edith
will be so dreadfully disappointed.”

“TJ fear she will, Donald,” returned Major Hester,
with a sad smile, “but as this life is mainly com-
posed of disappointments, the sooner she learns to
bear them with composure, the better. I had indeed
looked forward to taking this journey with you, to
clasping my dear girl in my arms once more, and
ere the year was ended to rebuilding Tawtry House,
in which to establish her as mistress. With the
war ended, I fondly hoped that a certain degree of
happiness were still possible to me, and looked
forward to securing it by some such means as I have
just outlined.”

“And is it not,- father?” broke in the youth,
eagerly. “Surely you have done far more than
your duty here, and—”’

“No man has done that, Donald, so long as there
remains an unperformed task for which he is fitted,”
interrupted Major Hester, gravely. “So long as I
believe a crisis in Indian affairs to be imminent, and
that by remaining here I may be able to avert it, at
least until the reinforcements which it is now yours to
hasten can arrive, it is clearly my duty to stay. So
off with you, lad. Don’t run any risks that can just
as well be avoided, and don’t try to avoid any that, if
successfully taken, will serve to speed your errand.
Farewell, my son. May God bless you and keep you
and bring your enterprise to a happy termination.”
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After the canoe had departed, Major Hester as-
cended one of the water bastions, where he watched
it until it became a tiny speck, and finally vanished
behind the projecting land then known as Montreal
point.

Donald Hester had striven so manfully with his
studies that he was finally graduated from King’s
College, well toward the head of his class, during
the previous summer. Thereupon he had been re-
warded with his heart’s desire, an ensign’s com-
mission in the Royal Americans. To the new and
fascinating duties of his chosen profession he at once
devoted himself with such ardour as to draw favourable
comment from his superiors. After serving at sev-
eral posts he had, to his great delight, been trans-
ferred to Detroit, where the soldier father and soldier
son, each more than proud of the other, were joy-
fully reunited after their years of separation. Here,
too, he renewed his boyhood’s intimacy with forest
life, and eagerly resumed his long-neglected studies
in wilderness lore and wooderaft.

Although Donald was generally liked by his
brother officers, he had no taste for the dissipations
with which they sought to relieve the monotony of
their lives. In place of these, he chose to take gun
or fishing-rod and go off on long excursions in his
canoe. On one of these occasions, when far down
the river and in vigorous pursuit of a wounded duck,
he had the misfortune to break his only paddle short
DONALD SETS FORTH ON A PERILOUS MISSION 55

off. In a moment he was helplessly drifting with
the powerful current toward the open waters of Lake
Erie. In this dilemma, his only resource was to
paddle with his hands, and attempt by this tedious
method to force his craft to the nearest shore.
While he was thus awkwardly engaged, there came
a ripple of laughter from close beside him, and he
started up just in time to gaze squarely into the
laughing face of an Indian girl, who instantly im-
pressed him as the most graceful creature he had
ever seen. She occupied, with a girl companion, a
beautifully painted and ornamented canoe, which
had slipped up to him with the lightness of a thistle-
down. As the young soldier caught sight of her
she was in the very act of tossing a a into his
own helpless craft.

Then the strange canoe darted away like an arrow,
while the only answer to the young man’s fervently
expressed thanks was a merry peal of laughter,
coupled with an exclamation, of which he caught but
the single word “ah-mo.” These were wafted back
to him as the flying canoe disappeared behind the
point of a small island. With a desire to learn
something more of the bewitching forest maiden,
who had come so opportunely to his aid, Donald
urged his own craft vigorously in that direction,
but when he rounded the point there was no trace to
be seen of those whom he sought.

So deep an impression had the olive-tinted face,
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the laughing eyes, and the jetty tresses of the girl
who tossed the paddle to him made upon the young
ensign, that they haunted both his sleeping and his
wakeful hours; but, plan as he might, he could not
succeed in seeing her again, nor did his cautiously
worded inquiries serve to elicit the slightest infor-
mation concerning her. -

Perhaps it was well for the efficiency of the ser-
vice that about this time Major Gladwyn selected
Donald to be the bearer of certain despatches to Sir
William Johnson, concerning the reinforcements and
supplies that he expected to receive by the spring
brigade of boats from Niagara. Major Hester, who
had intended to return East about this time, sud-
denly decided to remain at Detroit a while longer.
He therefore intrusted a number of private de-
spatches to the young courier, both for Sir William
and General Amherst. Besides its more important
despatches, Donald’s canoe was freighted with a
large packet of letters from members of the garrison
to distant friends and loved ones. Thus it set forth
on its long and perilous voyage followed by fond
hopes and best wishes from every member of the band
of exiles left behind.
CHAPTER IX
ST. AUBIN’S STARTLING INFORMATION

Wuen Major Hester slowly and thoughtfully re-
turned to his quarters after witnessing the departure
of his son, he found sitting on the doorstep, and
patiently awaiting his coming, a Canadian woman.
Beside her-stood her stolid-looking husband, whom
the major recognized as a well-to-do farmer of the
settlement, to whom he had granted some trifling
favours while in command of the post.

“Good- morning, madame. Good-morning, St.
Aubin. To what am I indebted for the honour of
this early call? What can I do for you?” asked
the old soldier, in answer to the humble salutations
with which they greeted his approach.

“Ah! monsieur, we have: come,’
woman.

“ Certainment, we have come,” echoed her husband.

>

began the

“ Jean!”

“Pardon, Marie.”

“We have come with despair on account of the
previous abounding kindness of monsieur, to di-
vulge him —”

“A secret! A secret terrible!” exploded the old
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man, who was nervously standing first on one foot
and then on the other.

“Jean!”

“Oui, Marie.”

“Tf you have an important secret to confide, had
we not better enter the house?” suggested the
major, who saw from the excited earnestness of the
worthy couple that something very unusual had
occurred to agitate them.

They accepted this invitation, and the major
finally gleaned from their combined and interjectory
statements that on the previous day Madame St.
Aubin, visiting the Ottawa village, had surprised
a number of warriors in the act of cutting off the
long barrels of their guns, until the entire length
of each weapon was not more than a yard. More-
over, she had overheard an Indian, who was some-
what under the influence of liquor, boast that ere
many days he would have English scalps with which
to fringe his leggings.

“Has any one else seen these things or noted
symptoms of uneasiness among the Indians?” de-
manded the major.

“Yes. Basil, the blacksmith, has been troubled
for days by Indians begging for loans of files and
saws, for what purpose they would not state.”

“But why do you not carry this matter to Major ~
Gladwyn, who is in command, instead of to me, who
now possess no authority?”
ST. AUBIN’S STARTLING INFORMATION 59

“Because, monsieur, the commandant makes of
us a jest and cares not to listen. Aussi, because we
care not for him; but to you, monsieur, who have
formerly turned many of our sorrows into joys, we
wish not that harm should come. For ourselves,
we have no fear. The savages will not harm the
French. But for the English, whom they love not
—well, there it is different.”

“You think, then, that the fort is in danger?”

“Of an attack, monsieur. Yes.”

‘How soon?”

“Who can tell? Perhaps in one week. Perhaps
even to-morrow.”

“Will you come again this evening, before the
gates are closed, and bring any further information
you may gain during the day?”

“We dare not, monsieur. All the French are
now too closely: watched. This morning we sell
egos. In the evening it would be known that we
had no business.”

“Tf JT leave the post an hour after sunset and walk
just beyond the church, will you meet me there and
deliver to me your information?”

“Tf it is possible, we will; for the thing that
monsieur demands must be granted on account of
his, ofttimes of the heart, kindness.”

After the departure of these people, Major Hester
thoughtfully made his way to the quarters of the
commanding officer, whom he found at breakfast.
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Gladwyn, though a brave man and a thorough
soldier, was a high liver, inclined to dissipation,
impatient of advice, and held an undisguised con-
tempt for all Indians. To crown all, he was ex-
tremely jealous of the ascendancy over the native
tribes gained by his predecessor in command, whom
he cordially disliked and wished out of the way.
On the present occasion he greeted him in courteous
terms, but coldly and without rising.

“This is indeed an early call, major. I suppose
I am indebted for the pleasure to the fact that Ensign
Hester took an early departure, according to in-
structions, and your paternal instinct led you to
speed his journey. I must confess my surprise that
you did not accompany him. I suppose you are
waiting for the opportunity of a more comfortable
passage by schooner. For my part, I prefer the
excitement of a canoe voyage; but I suppose as one
grows old —”

“A soldier never grows so old as to forget his
duty, Major Gladwyn,” answered the elder officer,
stiffly. “And I can assure you that only a strong
sense of duty causes me to linger in a place where
my presence is so evidently undesirable. But I
have not interrupted your breakfast for the purpose
of discussing personalities. I desire to lay before
you a bit of information that has just come to my
knowledge, regarding certain suspicious movements
among the Indians, who, as you must be aware, are
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gathered about the post in unusual numbers. They
are cutting off their gun-barrels to such a length that
the weapons may be concealed beneath their blankets.
J have this direct from St. Aubin, whose wife, visit-
ing the Ottawa village yesterday, discovered its
inmates to be thus engaged.”

“Té must have been an interesting sight,” replied
Gladwyn, carelessly, “but I fail to perceive what
possible interest it can have for me. I suppose the
rascals have learned that they can shoot just as
effectively, or rather as ineffectively, with short gun-
barrels as with long, and so have wisely decided to
do away with useless weight. By Jove, Hester, I
have laughed more than once at the shrewdness of
our traders who sell cheap flint-lock muskets to the
redskins for as many otter or beaver skins as can be
piled between stock and muzzle, and have these trade
guns built with an increased length each year.
Rather clever, is it not?”

“Tt is a bit of infamous cheating that will sooner
or later recoil on our own heads,” replied the other,
hotly. “But that is neither here nor there. The
question is, whether or not the Indians mean to
attack this post, and whether it is prepared for an
attack in case they do?”

“Tf they only would, my dear sir, I for one should
welcome it as a cheerful break in the deadly monot-
ony of our lives in this forsaken place. As for
preparations, you should be among the last to ques-
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tion that the troops of His Most Gracious Majesty
of England are always prepared to meet any num-
ber of naked savages under any circumstances.”

“That was Braddock’s opinion,” remarked Major
Hester, grimly, “and he paid for it with his life.
But granting that we are able to withstand an attack,
are we prepared for a siege?”

“Oh come, major!” exclaimed Gladwyn, rather
testily, “that question is rather a severe test of one’s
credulity. As if it were possible for a parcel of
howling redskins to conduct a siege! No one knows
better than you that their only method of fighting is
a surprise, a yell, a volley, and then a retreat. They
are absolutely incapable of sustained effort.” = ~~

“Are you acquainted with Pontiac, the present
war chief of the united tribes?” mg res Major
Hester, coldly.

“Certainly I am, and a more conceited, ignorant,
boastful, treacherous, cowardly, and utterly worth-
less bit of red humanity than he I have yet to meet.
I have already warned him away from this section
of country, and if he persists in remaining where
he is so little wanted, I shall be obliged to teach him
a lesson.”

“Very well, major, if these are your unalterable
opinions regarding the present state of affairs, I have
nothing more to say, save to wish you a very good
morning,” replied the elder officer, as he turned to
leave. ‘*‘ However,” he added, “I shall still consider
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it my duty to report any further bits of information
that may come to me.”

“While thanking you, I beg you not to incon-
venience yourself to do so,” remarked Gladwyn,
frigidly, and with this the interview ended.

That evening, while a dull glow still lingered in
the western sky, though the shadows of dusk were
fallen on the fort and its surroundings, Major Hester
passed the sentry at one of the gates and walked
slowly, as though for an aimless stroll, as far as the
little French-Canadian church. On reaching it he
detected a dim figure in its shadow and asked in a
low tone, “Is that you, St. Aubin?”

“No, monsieur,” was the answer, in a girl’s voice,
“but Iam his daughter, and am come in his place,
as he is detained by company. He bade me deliver
a message to you alone and then hasten back.”
With this the girl almost whispered in the ear of
the old soldier a few words that caused his teeth to
clench and his heartstrings to tighten. She had
hardly concluded, when an approaching step from the
direction of the fort caused her to spring aside and
fly with the swiftness of a deer.

“Who goes there?” challenged Major Hester.

“Pardon me, major,” answered the well-known
voice of the commandant. “TI had no idea I was in-
terrupting a téte-a-téte. In fact, I did not associate
you with trysts of this kind.”

“That will do, Major Gladwyn,” interrupted the
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other, sternly. “I have but this minute learned that
on the morrow Pontiac, with sixty of his warriors,
all having guns concealed beneath their blankets,
will demand to hold a council with you. The
leader will make a speech, at the conclusion of
which he will present a belt of wampum. Your
taking of that belt will be the signal for a general
massacre of every English soul within the limits of
Fort Detroit, save only-the one to whom the chief
has presented his calumet.”

“Do you believe this cock-and-bull story, Hester?”
demanded the startled commander.

“Even now is the war dance in progress,” was
the reply. “Listen!”

At that moment a waft of night air bore to their
ears the sullen booming of distant war drums and.
the wild chorus of quavering yells with which the
frenzied savages across the river greeted Pontiac’s
declaration of war against the hated English.

“By Heaven, Hester! I believe you are right,”
cried Gladwyn, as he listened to these ominous
sounds. “At any rate, I will accept your warning,
and make such preparations as will show those
devils that we are not to be caught napping.”
CHAPTER X
PONTIAC DECLARES WAR

AutHoucH Gladwyn caused half of his force to be
kept under arms that night, and doubled his sentries,
nothing occurred to disturb the settlement. In the
morning, as the rising sun dispelled the fleecy mist-
clouds from above the river, a fleet of canoes was
seen crossing from the eastern shore. These effected
a landing at some distance above the fort, and soon
afterwards the wide, open common behind it was
animated by the presence of hundreds of Indians.
There were stately warriors in paint and blankets,
young braves stripped to the waist-cloth for a game
of ball, maidens whose cheeks were ruddy with ver-
milion, robed in embroidered and beaded garments
of fawn skin, and naked children, frolicking like so
many puppies. Save in the occasional scowling face
and preoccupied air of some dark-browed warrior,
_ and a slow but noticeable gathering of these ‘near
the principal gate of the fort, there was nothing to
arouse suspicion or indicate that these visitors had
any save the most friendly feelings toward the
whites.

Pontiac having sent word to Major Gladwyn that
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he desired to meet the white chief in council, about
ten o’clock the Indian leader and some sixty of his
principal men were seen approaching in single file
from the direction of the bridge across Parent’s
creek, a mile and a half north of the fort. As they
drew near the great gateway, it was noticed that in
spite of the heat of the day every warrior was
wrapped to the chin in his gayly colored blanket.
The faces of all were streaked with ochre, vermilion,
white, and black paint, while from their scalp-locks
depended plumes of eagle, hawk, or turkey feathers,
indicative of their rank or prowess in battle.

As the great gate was swung open to admit this
barbaric procession, they entered the fort with stately
tread and in grave silence, led by the mighty chief,
who, with proudly lifted head and flashing eyes,
looked every inch a forest king. Suddenly he
started, uttered a deep ejaculation, and half turned
as though.to retreat. On either side of the street
down which he must pass to the council-house was
drawn up a motionless line of red-coated soldiers.
Above them their fixed bayonets glinted ominously
in the bright sunlight. Behind them every house
was closed, and at the street corners stood groups of
stalwart fur traders, surrounded by their half-savage
employees, all armed to the teeth. In all these
rigid figures there was a grim air of determination,
though no sound was to be heard save the measured
throbbing of an unseen drum,
PONTIAC DECLARES WAR 67

It is no wonder that Pontiac started. In a single
glance he saw that he had been betrayed and that
his plan was known. Still, his hesitation was but
momentary and hardly noticed ere with immobile
face he resumed his march toward the great council-
house that stood near the water’s edge, on the fur-
ther side of the town. As the procession of fierce
warriors, decked in the fullest glory of savage
habiliment, moved slowly down the street, fright-
ened faces gazed furtively at them from behind half-
closed blinds, while the regular tap of the unseen
drum seemed to assume an angrier tone, as though
impatient to break forth in the furious rattle of a
“charge.”

In the council-house the Indians found Gladwyn
and his officers seated in a semicircle at the
upper end, waiting to receive them. They also
noted that each of these, besides being in full uni-
form, wore his sword and a brace of pistols. At this
additional evidence of the discovery of their design,
and that they had placed themselves completely
within the enemy’s power, the warriors exchanged
uneasy glances, and seemed inclined to make a rush
for the door rather than seat themselves on the mats
prepared for them.

“Why,” demanded Pontiac, “do I see so many of
my white brother’s young men standing outside with
guns in their hands?”

Gladwyn replied that it was customary for his
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soldiers to go through with an armed drill every
day.

When the Indians were finally seated, one of them
filed, lighted, and handed to Pontiac the great
chief’s own superb calumet. Its red stone bowl,
which held a quarter of a pound of tobacco, was
carved with rare skill, and its long stem was curi-
ously inlaid with shell-work, besides being orna-
mented with quills and feathers. After each
member of the council, white as well as red, begin-
ning with Gladwyn, had slowly drawn a whiff from
this mighty calumet, and it came again to Pontiac,
he rose and said: —

“Tn token of the peace which I desire shall always
exist between the red man and his white brother I
now present this pipe to these friends, that they may
keep it forever. That its message may be heard
with open ears, I deliver it to the care of the oldest
among you, to him whose hair is white with the
wisdom of many years.”

Thus saying, the chief stepped forward and laid
the gorgeous calumet across the knees of Major
Hester, while a grunt of approbation came from the
throats of those behind him. Gladwyn, who alone
of the assembled whites knew the meaning of this
act, cast a startled and suspicious glance at the vet-
eran soldier thus singled out for some other fate than
death, while the recipient himself was noticeably
embarrassed by the incident.


















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ENGLISH OFFICERS,
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But the attention of all was immediately occu-
pied by other things. Holding a splendid belt of
wampum in his hands, Pontiac was now addressing
Gladwyn with the eloquence for which he was so
justly famed. He recounted the many outrages
suffered by his people at the hands of the English,
and especially their fur traders. Against these he
demanded protection. He spoke for nearly an hour,
during which time his every gesture was keenly
watched by the English officers, who feared that in
spite of their precautions he might still attempt
some desperate move.

Pontiac was in a dilemma. It was customary at
the close of a speech to present the belt of wampum,
which the speaker always held, to him who was ex-
pected to reply. To omit this formality would be
equivalent to a declaration of war. It had been
understood that his followers were to fall upon the
English officers the moment he should make this
presentation, and there had been no opportunity to
alter this prearranged programme. So the great
chief hesitated, held out the fatal belt, and then
made a motion as though to withdraw it. Gladwyn
extended his hand. As he did so, there came a rat-
tlirig clash of arms from a passageway at the lower
end of the hall and a deafening din of drums.

Pontiac started, dropped the belt of wampum,
thrust a hand within his blanket, as though to draw
a weapon, reconsidered, folded his arms, and stood
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motionless. In an instant all was again silent, and
Gladwyn rose to address the council as though noth-
ing out of the ordinary had happened.

He told the Indians that he would consider their
grievances, and would do all that lay in his power
to afford them protection, so long as they deserved
it. At the same time he threatened them with a
terrible punishment should they undertake to remedy
their wrongs by any act of aggression against the
whites. Then he dismissed the council, and the
cerestfallen warriors were allowed to leave the fort.
Before departing, Pontiac notified the English com-
mander that.he should come again in a few days for
another talk; but Gladwyn only turned contemptu-
ously away, without deigning a reply.

Two days later the common behind the fort was
again thronged with Indians, representing four
tribes, and from out the throng Pontiac again ap-
proached the gate. It was barred against him, and
when he demanded admittance, Gladwyn himself
replied, ordering him to begone, as neither he nor
his rabble would again be received.

Furious with rage, the chief strode away, and
ordered his warriors to withdraw beyond gunshot,
but to see that no Englishman was allowed to leave
the fort. Then launching a canoe he crossed the
river to his own village, which he ordered to be
removed to the western bank.

While he was thus occupied, his infuriated fol-
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lowers were engaged in the murder and scalping of
two English families who dwelt beyond reach of the
fort. That night the inmates of Detroit, armed and
sleepless, listened with heavy hearts to the doleful
sounds of the scalp dance, mingled with the exult-
ing yells of the war dance, and while prepared to
sell their lives as dearly as possible, wondered how
long their frail defences would withstand the fierce
onset which they momentarily expected would be
made against them.

Daylight found many of them, exhausted by the
night’s vigil, dozing at their posts. Suddenly the
blood-curdling war-whoop arose from all sides at
once, a rattling volley of rifle-shots pattered against
the palisades, and a swarm of yelling, naked figures
leaped from the surrounding obscurity. It seemed
as though the impetuous assault must succeed from
mere force of numbers, for the Indians were counted
by hundreds, while the whites were but a handful.
CHAPTER XI
MAJOR HESTER IS TAKEN PRISONER

In spite of the apparent fury of the attack, and
the expectation of the garrison that a fierce assault
was about to be made on their slender defences,
nothing of the kind was contemplated by the Indians.
They were not trained to that form of warfare, and
when they found that Gladwyn was not frightened
into a surrender by noise and an exhibition of force,
they contented themselves with maintaining a vigor-
ous fire from behind barns, fences, bushes, slightridges
of earth, or any object of sufficient size to shelter
them from the steady return fire of the soldiers.
One cluster of buildings, within half-gunshot of the
fort, sheltered a large body of Indians, who from
this point of vantage directed a particularly galling
fire at the loop-holes in the palisades. By it several
_of the defenders were wounded, until finally a cannon
was brought to bear upon the hornet’s nest, and a
quantity of red-hot spikes were thrust into its muz-
zle. A minute after its discharge flames burst from
the buildings, and the savages who had occupied
them were in precipitate flight, followed by jeering
shouts and a parting volley from the soldiers.
MAJOR HESTER IS TAKEN PRISONER 73

For six hours was this travesty of battle main-
tained. Then the Indian fire slackened, and finally
ceased altogether. Believing the affair to be merely
a temporary outbreak of a few hot-headed savages,
that must quickly blow over, Gladwyn took advan-
tage of this lull in the storm to send out two Cana-
dians under a flag of truce to investigate the cause
of dissatisfaction. At the same time he proposed,
while negotiations were in progress, to secure a
supply of provisions with which to stand a siege.

A gate being opened for the departure of the am-
bassadors, most of the Canadian inhabitants of the
fort seized the opportunity to leave it, saying that
they could not bear to remain and witness the ap-
proaching slaughter of their English friends.

In a short time Gladwyn’s messengers returned,
saying that Pontiac was willing to arrange terms,
but would only do so with Major Hester, and had
expressed a strong desire for a visit from that officer.

“Go back and tell him I will see him and his
whole cowardly crew hanged, before I will intrust
the life of a single Englishman to his treachery!”
exclaimed the commander, angrily.

“Hold, Gladwyn!” protested Major Hester.
“Jt is better that one life should be risked than
that all should be endangered. Nor do I think I
should be in any serious peril. I have always got
along with the redskins, and have thus far found
Pontiac reasonable.”
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“J forgot. He did present the calumet to you,”
replied the other, with a meaning intonation.

“Do you dare insinuate— ?” began Major Hes-
ter, with a dangerous glitter in his eye.

“No, Hester. No, I do not. I am ashamed of
myself and humbly apologize!” cried Gladwyn.
“If you insist upon placing yourself within the
power of yonder savages, I shall know that you do
so from the loftiest sense of duty, with a full knowl-
edge that you jeopardize your life, and with a cour-
age that I fear I for one could not exhibit.”

“Thank you, Gladwyn. That was said manfully
and like a true soldier. I shall accept this mission
because it is plainly in the line of my duty to do so.
If I never return from it, I charge you to carry a
father’s blessing to my children.”

The fine old soldier, in full uniform, was accom-
panied to the gateway by all the officers of the post.
There every one shook hands with him, bidding him
at once God-speed and farewell, while the soldiers
lined the ramparts, and as he emerged from the gates
saluted him with a rousing British cheer.

The major was escorted by the two aged Canadians
who had been sent out in the first place, and the
little party had not covered more than half the ground
between the fort and Parent’s creek, beyond which
lay the Ottawa village, ere they were met by another
Canadian running and breathless. He implored
them to turn back, saying that he had just been
MAJOR HESTER IS TAKEN PRISONER 15

through the Indian village and was convinced by
what he saw and heard that no Englishman could
set foot within its limits and live. But Major
Hester steadfastly refused to retreat, and insisted
on fulfilling his mission.

At length they crossed the creek, mounted the
ridge beyond, and saw outspread on its further slope
the most extensive Indian village ever known to
that region. The moment the hated English uni-
form was seen by the inmates of the many lodges,
they swarmed about the ambassadors by hundreds,
the men with scowling brows, the squaws and chil-
dren snatching up sticks, stones, and clubs as they
ran. For amoment the stout heart of the old sol-
dier quailed, for he imagined he was to be subjected
to the terrible ordeal of the gantlet.

At the same time not a trace of emotion appeared
on his face, as calmly folding his arms he stepped
a pace or two in front of his shrinking companions
and boldly confronted the throng of yelling savages.
In another moment they would have overwhelmed
him. Suddenly the stately form of Pontiac appeared
among the rabble, and at the sound of his imperious
voice they slunk aside like whipped curs. Instantly
the tumult was allayed. In the silence that fol-
lowed, the great chief greeted the British officer with
a grave courtesy, shook his hand, and conducted him
into the village.

The Ottawa encampment was a confused assem-
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blage of tall, cone-shaped lodges, built of slender
poles supporting great sheets of bark or overlap-
ping folds of fine matting so closely woven from
rushes as to be thoroughly rain-proof. Scores of
graceful birch canoes, such as the northern tribes
excel in making, were drawn up on the river bank;
paddles and spears leaned against the lodges,
smoke-blackened kettles and other rude cooking-
utensils were scattered about the smouldering fires,
and a throng of wolfish-looking dogs added their
discordant baying to the clamour of children.

At the council lodge, which was conspicuous from
its size, Major Hester was offered a seat on one of a
circle of mats. As he took it, the other mats, as well
as every inch of standing-room, were immediately
occupied by a throng of warriors, while the entrance
was crowded by many others, all eager to catch a
glimpse of the Englishman. -

After the tedious ceremony of smoking the peace
pipe was concluded, Pontiac delivered a short ad-
dress of welcome, to which the major responded.
He demanded to know the cause of the morning’s
outbreak, and assured the Indians that their just
grievances should be remedied, provided they gave
up for punishment all who had been implicated in
the murders of the previous day.

The major resumed his seat upon the conclusion
of his remarks, amid a profound silence that lasted
for many minutes. Finally, determined to learn
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the worst without further delay, he again rose and
said, that having no answer to his questions, he
would now return to the fort and report to the white
chief that his red brothers desired not peace, but war.

Upon this Pontiac signed to him to resume his
seat, and turning to the two Canadians, said: —

“Go to the fort and tell Major Gladwyn that the
white-haired chief will sleep among the lodges of
his red brothers. Tell him that the hatchet dug up
this day will not be buried so long as an Englishman
remains in the land of the Algonquins. Tell him
that every fort from the Thunder of Waters to the
Great River has this day been cut off, so that no aid
may come to him. ‘Tell him that the soldiers of the
French king are already hastening to fight beside
their red brothers. Tell him that he may go now
and go in peace; but if he tarries beyond the setting
of another sun, the wolves of the forest shall feast
on the bodies of his red-coated soldiers, while their
scalps shall dry in Ottawa lodges. Go, for Pontiac
has spoken.”

With trembling alacrity the Canadians obeyed the
mandate, and with their departure Major Hester
realized that he was indeed a prisoner in the hands
of a relentless foe. While wondering as to his
ultimate fate, he was conducted by Pontiac to a
comfortable French frame-house standing just beyond
the Indian village, and informed that this was to
be his lodging.
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“Here,” said Pontiac, “shall my brother dwell
in safety; but let him not set foot outside. My
young men are angry, and their guns are quick to
shoot. Even in the dark their eyes are opened wide
by the sight of an English scalp.”

“T suppose that as your prisoner I must submit
to your orders,” replied Major Hester, “though why
you don’t put an end to this farce and kill me at
once I fail to comprehend.”

“Did the white-haired chief kill me when I slept
in the house of the two trees?” demanded Pontiac.

“When did you ever sleep in Tawtry House?
Certainly you never did with my knowledge and
consent.”

“Many years have passed, and there has been much
fighting since that time; but surely my | brother has
not forgotten Songa the Ottawa?”

“No. I remember him well; but what has he to
do with this present affair?”

“T,” replied the chief, drawing himself proudly
up to his full height, “am Pontiac; but I was Songa;
and as Major Hester saved the life of Songa, so Pon-
tiac saves the life of Major Hester, by detaining him
in this place while the English fort is wiped from
the face of the earth and all within it are put to
death.”
CHAPTER XII
DONALD AT JOHNSON CASTLE

Some two weeks after the events just narrated, a
youth, tanned to the swarthiness of an Indian, whose
hair was long and unkempt, and whose well-worn
suit of buckskin evidenced hard and prolonged travel,
paced impatiently to and fro in the anteroom of Sir
William’s private office at Johnson Castle. Although
his moccasined feet made no sound on the uncarpeted
floor, his movements seemed to annoy the elder of
two officers who, in handsome uniforms, occupied
a window-seat at one side of the room, and were
evidently waiting for somebody or something as
patiently as their natures would permit.

“Confound the fellow!” he exclaimed. “Why
can’t he sit still and possess his soul in patience, like
the rest of us, instead of tramping up and down like
the wild beast he looks?”

“He doesn’t make much noise about it,” laughed
the other.

“No, hang him! I wish he did. That cat-like
tread of his is unendurable.”

“ He looks anxious, and doubtless has urgent busi-
ness with Sir William that suffers from delay.”
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“Nonsense, Christie! you are too good natured.
His business probably concerns payment for some
game he has brought in for sale; for I take it he
is one of these American hunters we have heard so
much of lately. Whatever it is, it certainly can’t
compare in urgency with ours, and yet we have sat
here like lambs for nearly an hour, while he has
waited barely half that time. By the great horn
spoon! If his serene highness does not admit us
to his presence in a few minutes more, I shall beard
him in his den, and demand audience in the name of
the king. It is simply maddening to think of Cuyler
carrying the Rothsay party farther and farther away
with each minute, and having the beauty all to him-
self. Of course you don’t care, since it was decided
that they travel by the north shore of the lake, while,
as I understand it, your beastly post lies somewhere
on the south shore. With me, though, it is different.
My destination being the same as hers, I naturally
expected to be her travelling companion and enjoy
a fair share of her charming society. Now what
with dancing attendance for a week on Sir Jeffry,
and this abominable delay, I fear my chances of over-
taking the expedition are very slim. By the way, I
heard somewhere that the little Rothsay’s name is
not Rothsay, after all. Do you know if that is true,
and if so, what her name really is?”

“T believe it is Hester, — Edith Hester,” answered
the young officer, who was addressed as Christie.
DONALD AT JOHNSON CASTLE m2!

“I wonder how you always manage to find out
such things?” remarked the other, reflectively. “By
Jove!” he added, “Hester is the name of that major
duffer whose message to Sir Jeffry caused my delay
I wonder if they can be relations?”

“Cave. Rustico aliquid subolet,” warned Christie,
with asignificant glance toward the third occupant of
the room, who had paused in his restless walk and
was regarding them intently. .

Before the elder man could reply, he stepped to
where they were sitting and said quietly to the young
officer who had just spoken : —

“Pardon my presumption in thus addressing a

stranger, sir, but I feel it my duty to remind you
that the word rusticus may receive several interpre-
tations. In one sense, it cannot be exchanged be-
tween gentlemen without creating ill feelings. Its
use by Terence —”
. Ere the sentence could be completed, and while
the bewildered officers were gazing at this backwoods
expounder of the classics much as they might have
regarded an apparition, a door was flung open, and
Sir William Johnson appeared with an anxious ex-
pression on his ruddy and usually jolly face.

“Ah, general,” exclaimed the officer who had
just declared his intention of bearding the general
in his den, “we had begun to think —”

“Glad you had, sir! Glad you had! Pray keep

it up for a few minutes longer while I confer with
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this gentleman. His business is of such a nature
as to take precedence of all other. Hester, my dear
fellow, step this way.”

“Rather a go! eh, Bullen?” remarked Ensign
Christie, as the two men stared blankly at the door
just closed in their faces.

“Well! By Jove!” gasped the other. “If His
Majesty’s officers were never snubbed before, two
of them have been given a jolly big dose of it
this time. All on account of that leather-jerkined
young savage, too. I swear Ill have my man
insult him and give him a thrashing at the first
opportunity.”

“You seem to forget,” suggested Christie, gravely,
“that your ‘young savage’ was discoursing most
learnedly upon the idiosyncrasies of the Latin tongue
when Sir William interrupted and called him ‘my
dear fellow.’ ”

“By Jove! you are right!” cried Bullen. “Possibly
he is a gentleman in disguise, — best disguise I ever
saw,—and in that case I can call him out. You'll
act for me, old man, of course?” :

“Certainly,” laughed Christie; “but you lose sight
of the fact that, as the challenged party, he will have
the choice of weapons. Suppose he should select
hunting-rifles at one hundred paces?”

“Horrible!” exclaimed Bullen. “I say, though,
he couldn’t do that and be a gentleman at the same
time. Oh dear,no! Unless he names swords or pis-
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tols, — the only gentlemanly weapons,—I shall be
compelled to withdraw in favour of Tummas.”

“There is another point to be considered,” con-
tinued Christie, who, tall, handsome, and easy-going,
delighted in chaffing his pompous and peppery com-
panion, whose abbreviated stature had only gained
admittance to the service through high heels anda
powerful influence. “Did you notice that Sir Will-
iam addressed your ‘young savage’ as Hester?”

“Oh, by Jove! Yes; now that you mention it,”
cried the other, with an accent of despair. “And
you said her name was Hester, too. The adorable
little Rothsay to whom I had even proposed to pro-
pose. If this is a sample of her family though!
But, of course, it can’t be. It would be too incredi-
ble. She is an angel; while he—vwell, he isn’t,
and therefore cannot be even a remote connection.”

Just here the door was again opened, and Sir Will-
iam, followed by the subject of their conversation,
re-entered the room.

“ Well, general!” began the ever-impatient Bullen.
“T trust you are not going to detain us here much
longer. It is of the utmost importance that I should
reach Detroit as speedily as possible.”

“Ah, yes,” replied the general, who knew that
Paymaster Bullen had obtained his present detail
solely for the sake of furthering certain schemes of
his own. “I understand that you are going to in-
vestigate the unaccountable disappearance of a red
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blanket and a plug of tobacco from the quartermas-
ter’s stores at Detroit.”

“Not only that, Sir William, but I am to make a
very thorough inquiry into the unaccounted-for dis-
" appearance of a great many red blankets, and a great
many plugs of tobacco, and a great many other
things as well,” answered the little paymaster,
warmly.

“Very well, sir,” replied the general. “If that is
the sole object of your journey, you need not go
beyond this room to acquire all necessary informa-
tion. I can tell you what became of the goods in
question, and who is responsible for their disappear-
ance. Iam indirectly ; though my very dear friend,
Major Graham Hester, recently in command at
Detroit, acting by my advice, was the agent through
whom they were distributed in the shape of presents
to the warlike western tribes. By this means, and
through his most excellent judgment in Indian affairs,
Major Hester has succeeded in averting, until now,
a bloody war, which has been imminent at any time
during the last three years. Now, owing to a parsi-
mony that withholds those few paltry dollars’ worth
of presents and the criminal stupidity of some of our
newly arrived officers, we are on the eve of the most
serious native outbreak this country has ever wit-
nessed. As it is under the leadership of Pontiac,
a man who,I honestly believe, would be unexcelled
among the commanders of the world had he the
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advantages of education and environment, it is cer-
tain to prove a very formidable affair.”

“Do I understand you, sir, that this outbreak has
already taken place?” demanded Ensign Christie,
who had just been assigned to his first independent
command, — that of Presque Isle.

““My private despatches from Major Hester give
me every reason for that belief,” was the answer;
“though Gladwyn does not mention it. Ensign
Hester, who brings these despatches, confirms his
father’s warning. He, moreover, informs me that
the Senecas have joined the conspiracy, he and his
companion having had a narrow escape from a west-
bound party of that tribe. As it was, the Indians
stole their canoe, leaving them to make their way.on
foot for over two hundred miles through the forest
to this place. Thus, too, they missed meeting with
Cuyler’s command, which they were charged to warn
of the threatened danger.”

“May I ask if this is Ensign Hester?” inquired
Christie, turning with an engaging smile toward the
leather-clad young stranger.

“Bless my soul! Yes. Haven't you met him?
Ensign Christie and Paymaster Bullen, permit me to
present Ensign Donald Hester of the 60th, son of
my dear friend the major, and brother of the very
prettiest girl I know. By the way, lad, I believe I
haven’t told you the worst bit of news yet: It is
that your giddy sister has persuaded Madam Roth-
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say to take her to Detroit as a delightful surprise for
your father. They accompany Cuyler’s expedition
by especial permission of the general, who of course
never doubted that in a time of profound peace the
journey might be made in safety. And Cuyler, who
did not expect to leave before this time, has already
been gone a week, his movements having been greatly
hastened, I fancy, by impetuous Miss Edith.”

“T had already heard something of this,” answered
Donald, with a meaning glance at the two officers,
“and had made up my mind to start at once on
Cuyler’s trail, with a view to overtaking and — please
God — warning him in time.”

“So be it, lad. Much asI hate to have you go
without first taking a spell of rest, it is so clearly the
thing to do that I cannot but bid you oes beee: y
exclaimed Sir William.

“Mr. Hester,” said Christie, “I beg you will for-
give and forget the rudeness of which I was guilty a
few minutes since. I ought to have recognized a gen-
tleman at sight under any conditions, and am ashamed
to confess that for the moment I failed to do so.”

“Tt is not at all to be wondered at, Mr. Christie,”
answered Donald, grasping the other’s extended hand,
“and as I have already forgotten the incident, I can
find nothing to forgive.”

“And will you allow me, as a great favour, to
accompany you on this return trip so far as our
ways lie together?”
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“Gladly, though I warn you that I shall travel fast
and hard.”

“T will risk it,” laughed Christie, “and to a novice
in woodcraft like myself I know that such companion-
ship as yours will prove invaluable.”

“Well, hang it all, Christie! If you are going, I
don’t see why I shouldn’t go too,” sputtered Bullen,
and while Donald would gladly have dispensed with
the paymaster’s company, he could not well frame an
excuse for so doing.
CHAPTER XIII
PAYMASTER BULLEN AND HIS WONDERFUL TUB

THoucH Donald had not the art to rid himself
of an undesirable travelling-companion, Fate, in
the shape of a tin bath-tub, interposed in his behalf.
This tub was the little paymaster’s pride and delight,
for in a measure it was his own invention. Having
had it constructed in England especially for use in
America, he had become so enamoured of it that by
this time he would sooner have parted with any
other possession. It was a round affair, about three
feet in diameter, had a high back, was painted green
on the outside and white within. Here its resem-
blance to ordinary bath-tubs ended, and its individ-
uality became apparent. To begin with, it was
built with double sides about three inches apart, and
the space thus formed was divided by metallic -par-
titions into many compartments, of different sizes,
all of which were provided with close-fitting, water-
tight lids. These could only be opened by the press-

ing of a cleverly concealed spring. Not only did this
"hollow and cellular construction give great buoyancy
to the tub, adapting it for use as a life preserver, but
the compartments afforded safe storage room for a
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number of toilet articles, such as are generally diffi-
cult to obtain in the wilderness. For the present trip,
the paymaster had laid in a liberal supply of scented
soap, tooth powder, perfumery, pomades, cosmetics,
brushes, shaving-utensils, and innumerable other
adjuncts of a dandy’s dressing-table; for in spite of
his tendency toward stoutness and his uncertain age,
Paymaster Bullen was emphatically a dandy, with
an ambition to be considered a beau.

Equally interesting with the body of this unique
tub was its high back. At the touch of a spring a
small panel on the inside slid to one side, disclosing
a mirror. By the pressing of two other springs, one
on each side, the entire back could be tilted to the
angle most comfortable for repose, if one happened
to be sitting in the body of the tub. The back was
covered, as though for protection, by a sheet of can-
vas. This could be drawn up, half of it pulled
forward over the top, like a hood or canopy. Held
in this position by an ingenious arrangement of
umbrella ribs, it formed a protection against sun
or rain. On the whole, Paymaster Bullen’s bath-
tub was a remarkable institution, and one to which
he was so attached that he would on no account
undertake a journey on which it might not accom-
pany him. ;

“How could I take my regular morning bath
without it? or how could I transport the necessities
of my toilet so safely and conveniently in any other
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way?” were to him unanswerable arguments in its
favour.

It was useless to reply that a tub might be dis-
pensed with in a country abounding in streams and
lakes, or that the niceties of the toilet were not
always considered in the wilderness.

He would answer, that while the crude bathing
facilities afforded by nature might suffice for the
primitive requirements of the untutored savage, a
tub was a necessity to which he, as a refined product
of civilization, had always been accustomed, and did
not propose to forego. Also that to the toilet of
an officer and a gentleman certain well-recognized
adjuncts were as indispensable in the wilderness as
in the town.

He spent so much of his leisure sitting or reclin-
ing in his beloved tub, gloating over its many ad-
mirable points and reflecting upon its possibilities,
that his brother officers rarely spoke of him by any
other name than that of “ Diogenes.”

Donald Hester of course knew nothing of the
wonderful tub, nor of another whim of the pay-
master’s, which was that an officer should never
appear in public save in uniform. Consequently,
when the little man approached the canoe landing,
resplendent in scarlet and gold, and followed by his
valet staggering beneath the weight of the tub,
Donald turned to. Ensign Christie for an explanation
of the phenomenon, while the latter expressed his
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feelings by a prolonged whistle. Two canoes and
several Indian canoemen had been provided by Sir
William for the transportation of the party. Chris-
tie had exchanged his uniform for a flannel shirt,
gray breeches, leggings, and moccasins, and except
for Mr. Bullen’s presence everything was in readi-
ness for departure.

“Hello, Bullen! you surely do not intend to
traverse the wilderness in full fig. ?” cried Sir Will-
iam, who had come down to speed his guests. “You
seem to forget that much of your way may traverse
the country of an enemy, for whose rifles your
gorgeousness would offer a bright and shining
mark.”

“Nor to take your man with you. Of course,
Bullen, you don’t intend to do that?” remonstrated
Christie.

“If that is your luggage, Mr. Bullen,” added
Donald, indicating the tub with a gesture, “I’m
afraid it must be left behind, or we shall never over-
take Cuyler.”

“Sir William,” retorted the paymaster with all
the dignity he could assume, “I always travel in
‘uniform. Being honoured with the wearing of His
Majesty’s livery, I cannot conceive why it should
not be displayed before his enemies as well as to his
friends. —Mr. Christie: never having journeyed
without an attendant, I do not now propose to at-
tempt the experiment. — Mr. Hester: I have very
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grave duties to perform at Detroit, and feel it to be
of importance to produce an impression there from
the very first. Therefore I find it necessary to take
with me on this journey certain articles that a less
conscientious person might possibly leave behind.”

“But, sir, this is a matter of life or death, and we
dare not allow anything to delay us,” said Donald,
earnestly.

“Very well, sir, proceed on your journey without
regard to me, and J will follow in such fashion as
seems to me best. It may prove that I shall not be
so very far behind when your destination is reached.
At any rate, I assure you that I am thoroughly capa-
ble of conducting my own movements.”

“Oh come, Bullen! Act sensibly, and leave all
useless lumber behind,” urged Ensign Christie.

“Mr. Christie, I always act sensibly; according
to my own definition of the word, and I absolutely
refuse to leave my tub behind,” replied the pay-
master, in a frigid tone. ;

“Gentlemen, I cannot delay another moment,”
cried Donald, who was in a fever of impatience.
“With your permission, Sir William, Mr. Christie
and I will take the smaller of these canoes, leaving
the other, with all the Indians, for Mr. Bullen’s
service.” .

“Go ahead, my boy; you are right. Good-bye,
and God bless you!” answered the general, heartily.
So in another minute Donald and his newly acquired












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‘“THESE TWO PADDLED THEIR WAY AGAINST THE SWIFT
CURRENT OF THE MOHAWK.”


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friend had set forth on their long journey. Both
wielded paddles, for Ensign Christie had already
seen enough of service in America to have gained a
fair degree of skill in canoeing.

For hours these two paddled, poled, and tracked
their way against the swift current of the Mohawk,
until utter darkness barred their further progress.
Then they made a blind landing, groped about for a
few sticks, kindled a small fire over which to make
a pot of tea, and flung themselves down for a few
hours of sleep on the bare ground. The next morn-
ing they were up, had eaten breakfast, and were off
by daybreak. Before dark of that day they had
crossed the portage, and were floating with the cur-
rent of Wood creek. Only pausing at the block-
house to deliver a despatch from Sir William, they
crossed Oneida lake in darkness, and spent the
night at Fort Brewerton. The following night
found them well past Oswego and camped on the
shore of Lake Ontario.

In all this ceaseless labour, Ensign Christie proved
of the greatest assistance, and heartily commended
himself to his companion by his unflagging cheerful-
ness. He was always ready to jump overboard, at
the first intimation that such a move was necessary,
to use a push-pole or paddle, gather wood, or to per-
form any service that lay within his power. Often,
as the young men made their swift way along the
south shore of the great lake, did they talk of Pay-
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master Bullen and wonder what had become of him.
Donald was inclined to believe that he had either
returned to New York, or still remained where they
had left him; but Christie only smiled, and said
Bullen was such a queer fish that there was no pre-
dicting what he might or might not do.

On the evening of the third day after leaving
Oswego, shortly before sunset, and aided by a strong
breeze blowing up the lake, they ran alongside the
canoe landing at Fort Niagara. Major Wilkins, the
commandant, and several of his officers met them as
they stepped from their craft, when a rapid exchange
of introductions and news was at once begun.

Suddenly some one exclaimed, “ What boat is that
following so close after you?” and, looking in the
direction indicated, all saw a small craft driven at
a high rate of speed by both sail and paddle, rapidly
approaching the landing.

No one could imagine who it was, but many con-
jectures were hazarded, until the canoe drew near
enough for its occupants to be distinguished. Then
Ensign Christie shouted with unfeigned amazement:

“By Jove! It’s old Bullen himself!”
CHAPTER XIV
A WHITE MEDICINE MAN

ENSIGN CHRISTIE was right in his conjecture, for
the new arrival was Paymaster Bullen. His canoe,
which he had requisitioned at Oswego, was of the
largest size, and in addition to six Indian paddlers
was provided with a square sail, for use before fair
winds. In the middle of this craft, seated in his
beloved tub as on a throne, appeared the doughty
paymaster, in full uniform. This included a cocked
hat, carefully powdered wig, laced coat, sword,
perfectly fitting breeches, white silk stockings, and
high-heeled pumps, surmounted by large silver
buckles. As the big canoe dashed up to the beach,
it was noticed that its native crew dropped their
paddles and flung themselves down as though utterly
exhausted. With a contemptuous glance at them,
the little paymaster stepped carefully ashore, and
addressing the commander of the post, who advanced
to meet him, said: —

“Major Wilkins, Ibelieve. My name is Bullen, —
Leonidas Bullen, —and I hold a requisition upon you
signed by Sir Jeffry Amherst, for a boat and crew
to carry me with all speed to Detroit, on the king’s
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business. You will also please furnish the natives
who have brought me to this point with goods, ac-
cording to the subjoined list. Take their receipt for
same and permit them to return to Oswego. That
is all, sir, and I should be pleased to proceed with
the least possible delay.” ,

“Tam at your service, paymaster,” replied Major
Wilkins, courteously, as he glanced over the papers
just handed to him, “and you shall be forwarded
with all speed. But you will surely spend the night
with us. We—”

“Couldn’t think of it, my dear sir! couldn’t
think of it for a moment, delighted as I should be to
do so,” interrupted the new arrival. “You see, my
mission is of such urgency. Then, too, I am desir-
ous of overtaking my young friends. Christie and
Hester before— By Jove! there they are now!
What are you chaps doing here? I thought you ©
were in a hurry to get on.”

“Oh, Bullen! how could you have imagined such
a thing?” asked Christie, gravely, as he shook hands
with his recent travelling-companion. “We were
in haste to leave Johnson Castle, to be sure, but
since then — why, my dear fellow, we have simply
loafed, in the hope that you would overtake us, and
having waited here as long as we dared, were just
about to retrace our course in search of you.”

“Yes indeed,” added Donald, readily taking the
cue from his friend; “we have been so distressed at
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your non-appearance that we really could not have
waited any longer. Then, too, you know one can
so easily exhaust the resources of a place like this ©
in twenty-four hours.”

“Twenty-four hours!” gasped Bullen. “Have
you chaps really been here twenty-four hours?”

“More or less,” assented Christie, cheerfully.
“But where have you been lingering all this time?
We thought you must have returned to New York.
Oh, I remember! There were attractions at Oswego.
Eh, Bullen! you fickle dog, you?”

“Confound you! I haven’t lingered,” sputtered
the little paymaster, whose face was rapidly assum-
ing an apoplectic hue.

“Indeed, you have not, paymaster,” broke in
Major Wilkins, coming to his rescue, “for, from the
Oswego date on this letter, I see you have broken
the record and made the fastest time ever known be-
tween here and there. These chaps only got in a few
minutes ahead of you, and I’ll warrant you gave them
at least a day’s start. How did you manage it?”

“Oh, you villains!” cried the mollified pay-
master, shaking his fist at the laughing subalterns.
“Never mind, I’ll get even with you!” Then, to
the major, he replied: “I confess I was somewhat
impatient to get here, and so I allowed my crew to
work at night as well as in the daytime. In that way
we came through without a stop, save such as were

necessary for the cooking of our meals.”
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“But I never heard of such a thing!” exclaimed
the astonished major. “It is all I can do to keep
Indian crews at work from sunrise to within an hour
of sunset, and they always insist on being in camp
before dark. What inducements did you offer them?”

“None at all,” replied the paymaster, calmly. “I
just let them have their own way. They chose to
do it. I expect they saw I was in a hurry and
wanted to oblige me.”

This was all the information on the subject that
could be gleaned from the paymaster at that time;
but as he was now easily persuaded to join Donald
and Christie in remaining at the post over night, the
officers still entertained hopes of extracting his
secret. In this they finally succeeded; for that even-
ing, after the little man had been mellowed by a
capital dinner, he consented to account for the re-
markable influence he had gained over the savages.

“Tt is all very simple, gentlemen,” he said, “and
is merely one of the minor triumphs of knowledge
over ignorance. On my journey from Johnson
Castle to the lake I had not made very good time,
and saw that only by heroic measures could I hope
to overtake my volatile young friends here, before
they passed this point. At Oswego I procured a
larger craft and a fresh crew. From the outset I
saw that these fellows regarded my innocent tub with
a certain degree of suspicion, and soon gave them to
understand, through one of their number who could
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speak some English, that it held a powerful fire-
demon. He was quite capable, I declared, of de-
stroying every Indian on the continent, and would
be at liberty to do so, if he was not thrown into the
great thunder waters — your cataract, you under-
stand — on, or before, the first day of the new moon,
which I calculated would be visible to-morrow even-
ing. I assured them that his power was much less
on water than on land, for which reason I could not
allow his prison house — alias my bath-tub — to be
carried ashore short of this place. With all this, I
gave them to understand that I was something of a
fire-king myself, for which reason I had been in-
trusted with this important mission.”

“But I don’t see how you persuaded the beggars
to believe in such rot,” objected Christie.

“Ah, my dear boy! Genius can find ways and
means for persuading Faith to any belief. These
simple children of nature have implicit faith in the
supernatural. As for genius — well, some persons
possess it, while others do not, and modesty forbids
my making invidious comparisons. Seeing by their
incredulous smiles that the several members of my
crew were inclined to doubt my statements, and were
determined to pass the first night on shore as usual,
I began to impersonate the Fire King as soon as we
made a landing. To begin with, I ordered my man
to bring me a cup of boiling water, as I was thirsty.
Being a well-trained beggar, he obeyed without
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betraying any surprise. Pretending to taste it, and
declaring that it was too cold, I threw it, cup and
all, angrily away. Then I dipped a glass of water
from the lake, announcing at the same time that by
the power of my magic I could make it boil more
furiously than any fire that ever burned.”

“A bold statement. By Jove!” exclaimed one of
the officers, who were following this narration with
closest attention; “but did you make it good?”

“Certainly,” replied the paymaster, gravely. “I
not only made that water boil furiously within two
seconds, but immediately drank it. You see I hap-
pened to have in a compartment of my tub an effer-
vescing powder, which I find a wholesome aperient.
Making a magic pass with my hand, I dropped a
small quantity of this into the glass undetected.
The effect was instantaneous, and as the liquid
boiled above the rim of the glass so that all could
see it, I tossed it off, remarking casually to Tummas
as I did so, that when I called for boiling water I
meant water that was actually boiling, and not
merely warm.”

“Well, by Jove!” was heard in admiring accents
from various corners of the mess table.

“My guileless savages were evidently impressed,
but not yet inclined to move,” continued the little
paymaster, without noticing the interruption, “so I
concluded to arouse them by another and more star-
tling exhibition of my powers. Having hinted that
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the little fire devils of the forest, which I fancy
every savage has seen, at one time or another, peer-
ing at him from rotten tree trunks, logs, or stumps,
might be attracted by the proximity of the great
Fire Demon, I strolled off a short distance, as though
to search for them. From my tub I had previously
taken an old scratch wig and a small box of phos-
phorus paste, for which I have a certain use. It was
by this time quite dark. With my paste I drew the
rude. outline of a face on a bit of bark, that I stood
at the base of a tree. Then rubbing some of the
stuff on my old wig, and clapping it on my head, I
ran back to camp, shouting that I had found one, and
that he had attempted to seize me by the hair. The
savages, who had been lying down, sprang to their
feet, and uttered yells of terror at sight of my blaz-
ing head. ‘There he is now!’ I shouted, pointing
back to the phosphorescent face. ‘Shoot him quick,
or he will catch us!’

“Without waiting for them to get their guns from
the canoe, I picked up a stone and let it drive with
all my might. There was a loud explosion, the
dreadful face disappeared, and at the same moment
we all broke for the canoe, which we shoved off in a
hurry. As we pulled out from the shore I nearly
paralyzed my crew by tearing off the old wig — my
scalp, as they thought— and flinging it into the
water, where we could distinguish its phosphores-
cent glow for some minutes. After that experience,
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my slightest wish was law to those savages, nor
could anything have tempted them to pass a night
on shore in company with the caged Fire Demon.
They are now confident that he is to be thrown into
the thunder waters to-morrow, and so I want them
started back toward Oswego before that illusion is
dispelled. Otherwise my influence over future crews
may be weakened. Now, gentlemen, you have my
simple receipt for rapid travelling in the wilderness.”

“But, Bullen! How about the explosion of that
bit of rock?” inquired several voices at once.

“Simplicity itself. It was replaced in my hand,
as I picked it up, by a ball of clay, previously pre-
pared for the occasion. It contained a pinch of ful-
minate and a few bits of gravel.”

“Well, paymaster, I must confess that your in-
genuity is most creditable!” commented Major Wil-
kins. “I foresee that we must hasten your depart-
ure in the morning; for if your fame as Fire King
and that of the demon caged in your tub should pre-
cede you to the head of the river, I should never be
able to secure a crew to take you to Detroit. There-
fore, gentlemen, in anticipation of early rising, I
give you a farewell toast: Our guest the Fire King;
may he long continue a bright and shining ornament
to His Majesty’s service.”

This toast was drunk with a hearty cheer; the little
paymaster bowed his acknowledgments, and with
much laughter the merry party broke up for the night.
CHAPTER XV
DONALD AND CHRISTIE CEMENT A FRIENDSHIP

THE ready wit and fertility of resource, shown by
Paymaster Bullen on the speedy journey he had
just accomplished, gave Donald such a different
impression of the man, from that conceived at their
first meeting, that he was now quite willing to
accept him as a travelling companion. This he was
the more ready to do, as from the upper end of the
Niagara river he must part company with Christie,
whose course would be along the south shore of the
lake, while, to follow Cuyler’s expedition, Donald
and the paymaster must skirt the northern shore.
Consequently it was arranged that while Christie
should continue his journey in a bateau that was
about to carry several recruits to Presque Isle, the
others, including “Tummas,” should be provided
with a large canoe and a crew of four Seneca Indians.
Donald’s belief that the Senecas were about to go
on the war-path, if indeed they had not already
done so, was not shared by Major Wilkins, who
declared it could not possibly be,as he was in con-
stant communication with prominent members of
that tribe, and had discovered no indication of ill-
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feeling toward the whites. The major also ridiculed
the idea that any of the western Indians would dare
wage war against the English, now that they could
no longer hope for French assistance.

“Much as I respect your father’s judgment in such
matters, my dear boy,” he said to Donald, as they
parted early on the following morning, “I am cer-
tain that in the present case he must be mistaken. If
fear of an Indian outbreak is all that keeps him at
Detroit, tell him from me that he may return east at
once, bringing his pretty daughter, your charming
sister, with him. ‘Tell him, too, that we shall expect
him to make a long visit at Fort Niagara en route.
We are all longing for a further acquaintance with
Miss Edith; for though I did succeed in detaining
Cuyler two whole days solely on her account, her
stay with us was far too short. Pray present my
compliments to Madam Rothsay also, and tell her
that we live only in the hope of her return.

“Yes, I mean it all, and a great deal more too,”
laughed the gallant major; “so speed your journey,
that we may not die of despair. Good-bye and good
luck to you, lad. Good-bye, Christie. Run over and
call on us as often as your duties will permit. I fear
you will find life at Presque Isle a deadly monotony.
Farewell, paymaster. It is delightful to see the
king’s livery borne into the wilderness with such
grace and dignity. I predict that you will make an
impression at Detroit, upon whites as well as reds,
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and I will guarantee peace with the latter so long as
you and your wonderful tub remain in the country.
Bon voyage, gentlemen! Shove off!”

This last order was given to the crew of a light
whale-boat, in which our travellers were already
seated, and which was to convey them a few miles
up the river to the lower end of the portage, where
the town of Lewiston now stands. At that time it
was the site of a fortified camp maintained for the
protection of the men, pack-horses, and ox-teams em-
ployed in transporting freight over the rugged road
between there and Fort Schlosser, a small post situ-
ated at the beginning of navigable waters above the
falls.

Here the luggage of our party, including Bullen’s
tub, was transferred to an ox-wagon that was es-
corted by the paymaster on horseback, as he refused
to lose sight of his belongings even for a short time.
Scorning the horses proffered for their use, and de-
lighting in the opportunity for stretching their legs,
the two younger officers set briskly forth on foot, and
were soon far in advance of the slow-moving wagon.

“T would that our journeyings beyond this point
lay in the same direction, Hester,” remarked Ensign
Christie, when they found themselves alone. “ Al-
though we have not known each other long, I feel
as though we were old friends, for I have rarely met —
a fellow to whom I have taken so great a liking in
so short a time.”
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“Thank you, old man. For my part, I heartily
reciprocate the feeling,” replied Donald, “and I wish
with all my heart that you were going to Detroit
with me. Not only should I rejoice in your com-
pany, but I should like to have you meet my father
and sister.”

“T have already had the pleasure of meeting Miss
Hester,” rejoined Christie.

“You have!” exclaimed Donald; “ when? where ?
why didn’t you tell me before?”

“TI met her at a ball given by General Amherst,
the night before her departure from New York, and
had the honour of dancing with her. That I have
not mentioned the fact was because I feared to recall
to you an unpleasant memory of a conversation be-
tween Bullen and myself, regarding her, that you
must have overheard at Sir William’s, that time, you
know, when you so neatly floored my Latin.”

“What an asinine thing that was, on my part,”
laughed Donald. “I only overheard a few bits of
your conversation, and interrupted it in that stupid
manner, for fear lest I should be tempted to act the
eavesdropper. But tell me, since you have seen
Edith so recently, is she as good looking as they say ?
I have not seen her for more than a year, you know.”

“She is the most beautiful creature that ever I
laid eyes on, as well as the sweetest and most charm-
ing,” replied Christie, with such warmth that Donald
eyed him curiously.
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“Jt was the unanimous opinion of all the men
who saw her that evening,” continued Christie, flush-
ing slightly beneath the other’s searching gaze. “As
for poor Bullen, he was so completely fascinated,
that he had neither eyes nor speech for any one else,
though there were dozens of charming girls present.
But, I say, Hester! Saw you ever a more frightful
place than this, or a more deadly situation for an
ambuscade ?”

Their road had, after its first sharp ascent from the -
river, followed the verge of those stupendous cliffs
which rise sheer and bare on the eastern side of
the mighty torrent that has channelled them. The
young men had paused many times to gaze on the
leaping surges and awful billows that raged in fury
two hundred feet beneath them, or to listen, awe-
struck, to the ceaseless thunder of falling waters,
with which earth and air quivered. Now, within
three miles of the cataract, they paused again on the
brink of a lateral rent in the sheer wall of rock, so
deep and black as to have won for itself the name
of Devil’s Hole. The road winding around the brink
of this abyss was skirted on its further side by a
steep and densely wooded slope. It was indeed a
deadly place for an ambuscade, as several bodies
of British troops subsequently discovered to their
sorrow, and the young soldiers shuddered as they
reflected upon its possibilities.

Suddenly, as they stood motionless and silent,
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Christie was amazed to have his companion spring
from his side as though he had been shot, dart
across the road, and disappear in the bushes beyond.
There was a momentary sound of crackling sticks
and swishing branches, and then all was still. Un-
able to account for this mysterious proceeding, and
not knowing what action to take, Ensign Christie
stood motionless, where he was left, for some minutes.
Then Donald reappeared, walking down the road as
calmly as though nothing extraordinary had hap-
pened, though breathing heavily from his recent
exertions.

“The rascal was too quick for me,” he said, as he
rejoined his companion.

“What rascal? What do you mean?” asked the
bewildered ensign.

“JT don’t know; wish I did. All I know is that
it was an Indian, and that he was watching us. I
noticed his tracks some distance back, and also
noticed that just before we reached this point they
turned abruptly into the underbrush. As we stood
looking down that hole, I heard a twig snap, and
knew he was close at hand. I thought I might sur-
prise him, but, as I said, he was too quick for me,
and I only caught a flying glimpse of him as he
disappeared.”

“ Well, it seems curious,” meditated Christie, “but
I neither noticed any footprints nor heard a sound,
save the thunder of yonder waters.”
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“Tt doesn’t strike me so,” replied Donald; “for if
T had not been born and brought up in the woods, I
should not be apt to notice such things either. As
it is, I should feel very much ashamed not to have
noticed them. Now, I think we had best wait here
for the rest of the party. It is possible there may be
mischief afoot. I wouldn’t say anything to need-
lessly alarm the paymaster, though.”

“All right,” agreed Christie; “but what could be
the chap’s object in spying our movements?”

“Tt is hard to say; but I am satisfied that there is
a general Indian war much nearer at hand than Major
Wilkins is willing to admit, and in that case we
must be prepared at any moment for all sorts of
unexpected happenings. I only wish I was by my
sister’s side in one of Cuyler’s boats, and could give
the lieutenant warning of what to expect.”

“So do I,” assented Christie so heartily that the
other looked at him quizzically, and he hastened to
add, “I mean so do I wish you were there, though
I trust you may be mistaken in your prophecy. In
case there is any trouble, though, I hope I may reach
my post before it breaks out.”

“I hope you may, old man, with all my heart.
At any rate, you want to keep both eyes and ears
wide open every minute between here and there,
and after you get there, too. Hello! Here comes
Bullen!”

“By Jove! What a beastly place!” cried the
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little paymaster, as he peered into the dim depths
of the Devil’s Hole. “It actually makes one feel
creepy, don’t you know. Tummas, you rascal, gad
up those snails of bulls and let us move on.”

An hour later, as they came abreast of the stupen-
dous cataract, whose mighty voice had throbbed in
their ears all that morning, the younger men would
gladly have lingered to gaze on its grandeur; but the
paymaster complained that the volume of water was
not nearly so great as he had been led to expect, and
refused to waste any time in gazing on it.

“But surely, Bullen, you are going to drown the
Fire Demon, and we want to see the last of the tub,”.
expostulated Christie.

“You'll have to want then, and want till you’re
gray, and longer,” retorted the little man. “So we
might as well move on. Tummas, you idiot, gad
up those bulls!”
CHAPTER XVI
QUICKEYE AND THE “ZEBRA”

Tue flotilla under command of Lieutenant Cuy-
ler consisted of twenty bateaux, nineteen of which
were heavily laden with recruits and supplies of
ammunition, provisions, and goods for Fort Detroit.
The other boat, which generally headed the fleet,
was of lighter and more graceful construction than
the others, and was reserved for the commander of
the expedition. In it also travelled the two ladies,
who were thus undertaking an adventurous journey
into the far western wilderness. This much infor-
mation concerning his sister’s present surroundings
Donald Hester gained at Fort Schlosser, from which
place the flotilla had departed six days before his
own arrival.

Six days! It was a long lead to overcome, and
everything he dreaded might happen in that time.
Still, he did not anticipate that the convoy would
run into danger before it neared Detroit, which place
it was not expected to reach in less than two weeks.
If, therefore, he could overtake it within one week,
or before it entered the Detroit river, all might yet
be well. Having reached this conclusion, the young
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officer bustled about with such energy, that he had
the satisfaction of getting his own party started from
Fort Schlosser late that same afternoon, instead of
waiting until the following morning, as had been
at first planned.

Once under way, the active young fellow seized a
paddle, and so aided the progress of the big canoe
by his own efforts that ere darkness set in the river
had been stemmed to its source, and the broad ex-
panse of Lake Erie lay before them, still glimmering
in the western glow. Not until they were well be-
yond the influence of the strong current setting
toward the river, would he permit a landing to be
made.

Donald had been perplexed from the start to find
that there were five Indians in the canoe, instead of
the four promised by Major Wilkins. He was also
amazed to discover that none of them could speak
English, for they all shook their heads with expres-
sionless faces when he addressed them in that tongue.
By using signs and the few Iroquois words that he
could remember, he managed to make known his
wishes; but, although these were obeyed, he imag-
ined there was some mystery in the air, and became
keenly watchful for its development.

From the very first he was suspicious of the fifth,
or extra member, of the crew, who occupied the
extreme stern of the canoe and acted as steersman.
None of the Indians were very pleasant to look upon;
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but the face of this individual was so thickly covered
with paint of many colours that its personality was
concealed, as though bya mask. This paint being
laid on in narrow stripes, Mr. Bullen was moved to
call him the “ Zebra,” a name that seemed to please
the fellow, and to which he readily answered.

That night the white men slept beneath the canoe,
which was turned half over, with its upper gunwale
resting on a couple of short, but stout, forked sticks ;
and, acting upon Donald’s insistent advice, they
kept watch by turn, two hours at a time, during the
night. Even “Tummas” was so thoroughly im-
pressed with a sense of responsibility, that his two
hours of watchfulness were passed in a nervous
tremble and with hardly a blink of his wide-open
eyes. Donald stood the last watch, and at its con-
clusion he woke the Indians and ordered them to
prepare breakfast.

Day was just breaking, and while two of the
Indians attended to the fire the other three scattered
through the woods in hopes of picking up some un-
wary bit of game. While they were thus engaged,
Donald took a long refreshing swim in the cool
waters of the lake. He did not arouse the pay-
master until the hunters had returned, bringing a
wild turkey and a few brace of pigeons, by which
time breakfast was ready. Then, to his dismay, the
little man insisted on having a bath in his tub, which

proved a very tedious operation, on being shaved, and
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on performing so elaborate a toilet, that the sun was
more than an hour high, and Donald was fuming
with impatience, before they were ready to start.

All this time the Indians, who had swallowed
their breakfast in silence, as well as with despatch,
smoked their pipes and gazed with delighted wonder
at the novel operations of “’Tummas” and his mas-
ter. As the several compartments of the tub yielded
up their mysterious contents, the dusky spectators
gave vent to ejaculations of amazement, and several
times he of the striped face stepped forward for a
closer inspection of the marvellous receptacle.

“T say, Bullen, this sort of thing will never do!”
began Donald, when the paymaster was at length
resplendent in his completed toilet, and they were
once more under way. “We ought to have been off
three hours ago. If we continue to waste time at
this rate, there is no possible chance of overtaking
Cuyler, and you know as well as I what that may
mean to me.”

“Yes, my dear fellow, I understand; but how can
Thelp it? You can’t, of course, expect a gentleman
to go without his daily tub, and I assure you that in
my desire to expedite our journey I haven’t occupied
more than half my usual time this morning.”

Donald groaned. Then, with a happy thought, he
inquired: “How would it do to take your bath in
the evening, as soon as we make a landing, and
while supper is being prepared?”
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“Tt would be entirely contrary to custom,” replied
the other. “Still, it might be done for a short time,
and for the sake of being accommodating I am will-
ing to try it. I don’t think you need fear, though,
that we shall not pursue this journey with even
more than ordinary speed, for I mean to appear before
these rascals in my réle of Fire King this very
evening, and thereafter I fancy they will be only
too anxious to push ahead, in order to be rid of me
as quickly as possible.” .

“All right,” replied Donald, “and I wish you
success in it.” Then he bent with redoubled energy
over his paddle. In spite of his efforts, he was not
satisfied with the progress made by the canoe. She
appeared to drag. It did not seem as though the
Indians were doing good work, and he spoke sharply
to them several times in the course of the morning.
He had a suspicion that the steersman often turned
the flat of his paddle against the course of the canoe;
but, as his back was turned, he could not be certain
of this. What he did know for a surety was that,
as they ran in toward the beach for a short midday
halt, the Zebra, with unpardonable carelessness,
allowed the frail craft to run against a sharp rock
that cut a jagged gash in her birchen side. The
next moment she was on the beach, so that no one
got even a wetting; but a long delay ensued while
a patch of bark was stitched over the rent and payed
with pitch.
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When at length all was again in readiness for a
start, Donald calmly assumed the position of steers-
man in the stern, at the same time motioning the
Zebra to take his place among the paddlers. The
man hesitated a moment, seemed about to refuse,
and then, with a second glance at the young officer’s
determined face, slowly obeyed the order. During
the remainder of that afternoon the Indians laboured
at their paddles in silence, and with scowling brows.
It was evident to Donald that a crisis of some kind
was at hand. Even the paymaster noticed that
an uncomfortable feeling prevailed in the boat, but
he had implicit faith that his performance of. that
evening would set everything to rights.

“These fellows will be my abject slaves before I
am done with them,” he remarked cheerfully, and
relying on their ignorance of English he explained
fully what he proposed to do. Not only would he
repeat the tricks that had already proved so success-
ful, but he planned to complete the subjugation of
these particular savages by causing certain green
and blue flames to dance above their camp-fire. The
whole was to conclude with a slight explosion, that
should leave the scene in darkness, save for a weird
phosphorescent light emanating from a face that
would appear suspended in mid-air. This last effort,
as the paymaster explained to Donald, he would pro-
duce by painting the face on a bit of bark that should
be attached to a fish-line. One end of this should
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be tossed over the limb of a tree, and the affair
should be jerked into position at the proper moment.

The projector of this entertainment was enthusi-
astic and confident. ‘“Tummas,” who was an inter-
ested listener to all that was said, chuckled audibly,
as he reflected upon the dismay of the savages, and
even Donald looked forward to the experiment with
interest.

Alas! that such well-laid plans should be doomed
to failure; butsuch was the lamentable fact. When,
soon after landing, the paymaster called for boiling
water, the Indians watched him swallow his effer-
vescing mixture with unmoved faces. When he
hurled a ball of clay, charged with fulminating
powder, at a tree, missed his mark, and caused the
missile to fall harmlessly in the water, they gazed at
him pityingly. When, an hour later, he strolled
over to their camp-fire and carelessly tossed what
appeared to be a stone into it, they drew back a few
paces, watched the play of colored flames that fol-
lowed, with interest, and were not at all disturbed
by the small explosion that took place a minute
afterwards. To crown all, when their attention was
attracted to a flaming face swinging in the darkness
_ above their heads, the Zebra deliberately raised his
gun and blew the bit of bark to atoms, with the
point-blank discharge of a load of buckshot. Then
the Indians calmly resumed their positions and their
pipes, while the crestfallen author of this signal
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failure, unable to find words to express his feelings,
sullenly retired to the canoe and rolled himself in a
blanket.

The next morning, as Donald emerged from his
plunge in the lake, he detected one of the Indians
crouching beside the canoe, and evidently tampering
with its bark covering. Naked as he was, the young
fellow bounded to the spot and, ere the Indian was
aware of his presence, knocked him sprawling with
a single blow. Like a panther the savage sprang to
his feet, and, knife in hand, rushed at his assailant.
Suddenly he paused, his outstretched arm fell to his
side, and he stood like one petrified, with his eyes
fixed on Donald. Then, in excellent English, he
said slowly: —

“Why did not Quickeye tell his red brother that
he was of the Totem of the Bear and of the magic
circle of the Metai?”

As he spoke, the Indian pointed to the rude device
that, tattooed in blue lines, had ornamented Donald
Hester’s left arm, just below the shoulder, ever since
he was an infant.

Instead of answering this question, the young
man replied scornfully: —

“So you can speak English, can you, you red
scoundrel? And you call me ‘Quickeye’ because I
caught you peering from the bushes at the Devil’s
Hole, do you? Yes, I am quick-eyed enough to read
every thought in your black heart. Do I not know
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that you came in the canoe with the white medicine
man from Oswego? Do J not know that you listened
outside the open window of the mess-room at Fort
Niagara, while the white chiefs talked at night?
Do I not know that you painted your face, with the
thought that the white man was a fool and would no
longer recognize you? Then you came in this canoe
that you might make it go slow, like a swan whose
wing is broken by the hunter. Do not I know all
this as well as all the things you have done, and
thought of doing? You are a fool! The Metai
know everything. Bah! If I had not use for you,
I would strike you dead. But I need your strength,
and so long as you serve me truly you shall live.
Go, and be ready to start ere the sun rises from
yonder water.”

With this the young man turned on his heel,
while the humbled savage slunk away, cringing as
though he had felt the lashing of whips. From that
moment there was no further trouble, and the canoe
of the white men was sped on its journey at a pace
to satisfy even their impatience,
CHAPTER XVII
A BRAVE GIRL CAPTIVE

For two weeks after leaving the Niagara river
Cuyler’s boat brigade made its way slowly but
steadily westward, along the northern, forest-covered
shore of Lake Erie. Except for an occasional day
of rain, when the expedition remained comfortably
in camp, the weather was perfect, and nothing oc-
curred to disturb the peace or enjoyment of the long
voyage. Its only drawback lay in the monotony of |
water and forest, unrelieved by a sign of human
presence, that constantly surrounded them.

As one of the last days of May drew toward its
perfect close, two of the occupants of the leading
boat reclined beneath a small awning and watched
in silence the western splendour of the waning day,
—that wonderful spectacle which is never twice the
same and whose incomparable glories never grow
stale by repetition. The elder of the two was
Madam Rothsay, whose placid face indexed the
kindly nature that could not refuse the pleadings of
a loved one, even when they were for the undertak-
ing of so wild an expedition as the present.

“Is it not exquisite, aunty?” finally exclaimed
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the younger of the two, a girl of eighteen, whose
blue eyes and fair hair were strikingly contrasted |
with the warm tintings of a face on which sun and
wind had plied their magic arts for many days.

“Yes, dear, it is indeed exquisite, and so won-
derfully peaceful,” replied Madam Rothsay.

“That is the one thing I object to,” laughed the
girl. “It is all so stupidly peaceful that I am
getting tired of it, and long for a bit of excitement.”

“But my dear Edith, if Sir Jeffry had not assured
me that every portion of this journey might be made
through a country that was perfectly peaceful, I
should have never consented to undertake it. Be-
sides, I thought you were quite tired of the excite-
ments and gayety of New York. You certainly
said so.”

“Yes, so 1 was. That is, I was so tired of the
stupid men one had so constantly to meet that I
longed to get away to some place where they would
not dare follow.”

“T agree with you, my dear, that most of them
were very stupid. There was Ensign Christie, for
instance, who —”

“Now, aunty! you know I didn’t mean him, or
the men like him, who had done splendid things,
and were just aching for a chance to do more. Be-
sides, Iam sure that if Mr. Christie had been pos-
sessed of the slightest desire to follow us, we could
not have found any place in all the world where he
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would not dare venture. I meant such creatures as
that absurd little paymaster, who talked about a
stupid tub he had invented, until I couldn’t help
asking him why he didn’t follow the example of the
three wise men of Gotham and sail away in it.”

“What did he answer?”

“Said he believed his old tub was quite seaworthy,
and that he should be perfectly willing to undertake
a voyage in it, provided it would lead him to me.
Oh, he was so silly, and so pompous, and so con-
ceited, and so spick and span! He is the most im-
maculate creature you ever saw, and was great fun
fora while. Then he got to be such a desperate bore
that I simply couldn’t endure him any longer; and
so, here we are.”

“But I thought your sole reason for wanting to
come out here was to see your father and Donald,
and give them a joyful surprise.”

“Of course, you dear goosey, that was the most
chiefest of my reasons, as Willy Shakespeare would
say, and I do so long to see them that it seems as
though I couldn’t wait until to-morrow evening.
You said we would be there by this time to-morrow,
you remember, Mr. Cuyler, and a promise is a prom-
ise, you know.”

“T did say so, Miss Edith, and I ‘hint I may
safely repeat my promise, provided we make camp a
little later than usual this evening, and get started
again by daylight to-morrow morning,” answered
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the middle-aged lieutenant, who sat just back of the
ladies and steered the boat. “Yon far-reaching
land,” he continued, “is Point Pelee, and from there
the fort is only about twenty-five miles away.”

“Then to-night’s camp is to be our last,” reflected
Edith, soberly. ‘* Well, I must confess that for some
reasons I am sorry. I have so enjoyed the glorious
camp-fires, and the singing, and the stories, and the
stars, and the ripple of the water on the beach, and
the sweet-scented balsam beds, and everything;
haven’t you, aunty?”

“ Yes, dear. I suppose I have,” replied Madam
Rothsay. “But J am not sure that I shall not enjoy
quite as much a substantial roof over my head, sit-
ting at a regularly appointed table, and sleeping
between sheets once more; for I take it such things
are to be had, even in Detroit, are they not, Mr.
Cuyler?”

“Yes, indeed, madam,” replied the lieutenant.
“You will find there all the necessities, as well as
many of the luxuries of civilization; for Detroit is
quite a metropolis, I assure you.”

“Just fancy!” exclaimed Edith, “a metropolis
buried a month deep in the wilderness. And I sup-
pose the officers get up dances and receptions and
excursions and boating parties, or something of that
kind, very often?”

“All the time; and if they are not enjoying some
of those things at this very minute, it is only be-
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cause they await your coming to crown their festivi-
ties with completeness.”

“Nonsense! They don’t know we are coming.”

“T beg your pardon, but Major Gladwyn was
notified some months ago that he might expect the
arrival of this expedition some time about the first
of June.”

“The expedition, yes; but us, no. We are to
appear as a delightful surprise, you know. Oh dear!
what fun it will be! By the way, Mr. Cuyler, are
there many pretty girls in this forest metropolis?”

“T believe some of the native young ladies, both
French and Indian, are considered quite attractive,”
replied the lieutenant, evasively.

“Oh, squaws! But they don’t count, you know.
I mean English or American girls.”

“Do you make a distinction between the two?”

“Certainly. Aunty, here, is English, and I am
American. Don’t you notice a difference between
us?” answered Miss Audacity, saucily.

“T can only note that each is more charming in
her own way than the other,” replied the lieutenant,
gallantly. ,

Conversation was interrupted at this moment by
the appearance of a beach suitable for a landing, and
the heading of the boat toward it. A minute later
it was run ashore, and the ladies were helped care-
fully out, while the remaining bateaux were beached
on either side in quick succession.
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A scene of orderly confusion immediately fol-
lowed, as camp equipage of every description was
taken from the boats and carried to the place where
axemen were already at work clearing away under-
brush or cutting wood for the fires. Every one was
in the highest of spirits, and the gloomy forest rang
with shouts and laughter; for was not this the last
camp? and would not the morrow witness the com-
pletion of their arduous journey?

While their own little tent was being erected, the
ladies, according to their custom, sought relief from
the cramped positions and long confinement of the
boat in a brisk walk up the beach. The darkening
shadows warned them not to go as far as usual, and
at the end of a few hundred yards they turned to
retrace their steps.

Suddenly, without the warning of a sound to indi-
cate a human presence, they were surrounded by half
a dozen dusky forms, that seemed to spring from the
very earth, their half-uttered cries were smothered
by rude hands clapped over their mouths, and before
they realized what had happened they were being
hurried at a breathless pace through the blackness
of the forest.

They were not taken far, but on the edge of a
small glade, or natural opening, were allowed to
sink at the foot of two trees, standing a yard or so
apart. ‘To these they were securely bound, and then,
as mysteriously as they had appeared, their captors
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left them. So far as the terrified women could judge
from the evidence of their senses, the forest was
unpeopled save by themselves, though from the lake
shore they could still hear the cheerful shouts of
those engaged in preparing Cuyler’s camp.

“Oh, my dear child! my poor dear child!” moaned
the elder woman; “what does it all mean? Oh, it
is too terrible! Too awful!”

“Hush, aunty,” answered the girl. “We are in
the hands of the savages, and God alone knows what
our fate is to be. At any rate, we must keep clear-
headed, and not give way to our feelings. I am
thinking of those poor, unsuspecting men. If we
could only warn them, they might be able to defend
themselves, and possibly help us afterwards. Don’t
you think if we should both scream ee that
they would hear us?”

“Edith, child! are you crazy? We should be
instantly killed. Not a sound, as you value your
lite)”

“T must, aunty. I should be ashamed to live if I
failed to do the one thing of which I am capable.”

With this the brave girl lifted her voice in a shrill
cry for help, that echoed far and wide through the
dim aisles of the forest; but it was too late, for at
the same moment there came a crashing volley,
mingled with savage yells, that announced an
attack on the devoted camp.
CHAPTER XVIII
SURPRISE AND DESTRUCTION OF THE BOAT BRIGADE

For many days had the scouts of Pontiac watched
from the shore the boat brigade as it made its slow
way toward Detroit. Night after night had they
hovered about its camps, peering with greedy eyes
from darkest shadows at the coveted wealth which
the redcoats, ignorant of the presence of danger, so
carelessly guarded. It was well to let the white
men have the toil of bringing it as near the Indian
villages as possible, and so an attack was not ordered
until the very last night. Then the two hundred
Wyandot warriors, detailed for the purpose, watched
the boats until a landing was effected, silently sur-
rounded the camp while everything was in confusion,
and at a signal poured in their deadly fire.

To Cuyler’s men this volley was as a thunderbolt
from a clear sky. Never was a surprise more com-
plete; never was overwhelming disaster more sudden.
They were paralyzed and unnerved.
the first fire, and though Cuyler succeeded in forming
the rest in an irregular semicircle about the boats,
their return shots were so wildly scattering and
ineffective that the enemy were emboldened to
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abandon their usual tactics, break from cover in a
body, and rush fiercely upon the wavering line of
panic-stricken soldiers. Most of these now saw
Indians for the first time. None waited for a second
glance, but flinging away their muskets, all ran
madly for the boats.

Of these they succeeded in launching five, which
were instantly filled beyond their capacity. So ill-
directed were their efforts to escape, that the Indians,
by setting two more boats afloat and starting in
pursuit, easily overtook three of the fugitive craft,
which surrendered to them without resistance. The
remaining two, by hoisting sail and taking advantage
of an off-shore breeze, made good their escape and
were headed in the direction of Sandusky on the
opposite side of the lake. In one of these was the
commander of the ill-fated expedition, who had been
the last man to leave the beach.

Wild with joy over a victory so easily aed and

so rich in results, the Indians, after securing their
prisoners, lighted great fires, and, gathered about
these, abandoned themselves to feasting and drinking.
Among the captured supplies was a quantity of liquor,
upon which they pounced with avidity. Heads of
kegs were broken in, and the fiery stuff was recklessly
quaffed from cups, vessels of birch bark, or anything
that would hold it; some even scooping it up in their
hands, until all became filled with the madness of
demons. They danced, yelled, waved aloft their
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bloody scalps, and fought like wild beasts, while the
trembling captives, crouching in scattered groups,
seemed to hear their own death knell in every whoop.

One such scene of hideous revelry was enacted in
the little glade beside which Madam Rothsay and
Edith Hester had been left helplessly bound by their
captors. From the moment of the girl’s brave effort
to warn the camp, these two had listened with strain-
ing ears to the babel of sounds by which the whole
course of the tragedy was made plain to them. They
shuddered at the volleys, at the screams of the
wounded, and at the triumphant yells of the victors.
They almost forgot their own wretched position in
‘their horror at the fate of their recent companions.
But when all was over, and the hideous revelry of the
savages was begun within their sight, a realization of
their own misery returned with overwhelming force,
and they again trembled at the possibilities of their
fate. A number of squaws had accompanied this war
party, and they could see these busily engaged secur-
ing and concealing what weapons they could find at
the very beginning of the debauch.

“Even those creatures realize the dreadful things
that are likely to happen, and are taking what pre-
cautions they may to guard against them,” moaned
Madam Rothsay.

“Yes,” replied Edith, “and now, if ever, is our
time to escape. Oh, if we were not so helplessly

bound and could slip away into the woods! I would
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rather die in an effort to escape than suffer the agony
of this suspense. Can’t you loosen your arms one
little bit, aunty?”

As the girl spoke she strained at her own bonds
until they sunk deep into her tender flesh, but with-
out loosening them in the slightest.

The elder woman also struggled for a moment with
all her strength, and then sank back with a groan.

“JT can’t, Edith! It’s no use, and only hurts. No,
we can do nothing save commend ourselves to God
and trust to his mercy. Oh, my poor child! My
poor dear child!”

The fires blazed higher, the maddening liquor
flowed like water, the yells grew fiercer, and the
dancing more furious. The lurid scene became a
very pandemonium, and the leaping forms of the sav-
ages seemed those of so many devils. The captive
women closed their eyes to shut out the horrid
picture.

Suddenly Edith uttered a stifled scream —a warm
breath was on her neck, and a soft voice was whis-
pering words of comfort in her ear : —

“Hush! Do not scream. Do not fear. You
shall be saved. I am Ah-mo, daughter of Pontiac,
the great chief, sent by my father to see that you are
not harmed. Now I will take you away. It is not
safe for you longer to remain in this place. There.
Do not rise. You would be seen. Move yourself
carefully into the shadow behind the tree.”
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As these words were uttered, Edith’s bonds were
severed; she felt that she was again free, and, filled
with courage born of a new hope, she obeyed implic-
itly the directions of her unseen friend. As she
gained the shadow she found herself beside a girlish
figure, who placed a finger on her lips, and then in a
whisper bade her speak to Madam Rothsay, that she
might not be frightened into an outcry. This Edith
did, the elder woman was released as she had been,
and in another minute the freed captives, trembling
with excitement and nearly suffocated by the inten-
sity of their emotions, were following, hand in hand,
their silently flitting guide in the direction of the
lake shore.

Their escape was effected none too soon, for they
were not gone a hundred yards when it occurred to
one of the Indians who had captured them to take a
look at his prizes. His listless saunter toward where
he had left them was changed to movements of
bewildered activity, as in place of the cowering cap-
tives, he found only severed thongs, and realized
that in some mysterious manner a release had been
effected. He uttered a yell that brought a number
of his companions to the spot, and in another minute
a score or so of half-sobered savages were ranging the
forest in every direction like sleuth-hounds.

“We must run!” exclaimed the Indian girl, as
her quick ear caught the significant cries announcing
the discovery of the escape,
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Now the flight became a panting scramble over
logs and through bushes. Fortunately the shore
was near at hand, for Madam Rothsay was ready to
sink from exhaustion as they reached it.

A low, bird-like call from Ah-mo brought to the
beach a canoe that had rested motionless a few rods
from shore. It held but a single occupant, and as
it lightly touched the beach the Indian girl hurriedly
assisted her breathless companions to enter, gave it a
vigorous shove, took her own place in the stern, and
seizing a paddle aided in its rapid but noiseless flight
over the dark waters. The moon had not yet risen;
and so, favoured by darkness, a few vigorous strokes
served to place the light craft beyond eyesight of
those on shore. It seemed, though, as if the savages
whose angry voices they could hear from the very
spot of beach they had just left must see it, and the
escaped captives hardly breathed as they reflected
upon the narrow margin of safety by which they
were separated from their fierce pursuers. All at
once there came from these a yell of triumph
instantly succeeded by the sounds of a struggle and
followed a minute later by cries of rejoicing.

As these sounds receded from the shore, and the
canoe began once more to move forward under the
impetus of its noiseless paddles, Ah-mo leaned
forward and whispered to Edith, who sat nearest
her: “They have taken some new captive. Perhaps
it is the commander.”
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“Oh, I hope not!” murmured the girl. “I hope it
is not poor Mr. Cuyler.” At the thought a great
wave of pity welled up in her heart. She knew the
terrible hopelessness of a captivity in those hands;
and though she could not yet determine whether
she were still a prisoner or not, her present position
was blissful compared with what it had been a few
minutes before.

If she had known the cause of those wild shouts of
rejoicing, and who it was that had been made captive
in her place, her heart would indeed have been heavy,
but mercifully the knowledge was spared to her.

In the canoe the ladies found several of their own
wraps and cushions that Ah-mo had been thoughtful
enough to secure. In these they nestled together
for warmth and comfort, and talking in low tones
discussed their situation during the hours that the
canoe sped steadily onward.

At length the moon rose, and turning her head,
Edith gazed curiously at the girl behind her. She
could see that she was slender and very graceful, and
she imagined her to be beautiful.

“How did your father know of our coming, and
why did he send you to care for us?” she asked at
length. .

“My father is a great chief, and his eyes are every-
where,” answered Ah-mo, proudly. “He sent me
and Atoka, my brother, because he feared you might
come to harm at the hands of the Wyandots.”
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“But why should he be particularly interested in
our welfare, more than in that of others?”

“Are you not the daughter of Two Trees, the
white-haired major, and is he not the friend of
Pontiac? Even now he dwells in the camp of my
father.”

“Do you mean my father, Major Hester?” cried
the bewildered girl.

“* Yes.”

“But he can’t be dwelling among the enemies of
the English. You must be mistaken, Ah-mo.”

“Tt is as I have said,” replied the girl.

“ Are you then taking us to him now?”

“No. It would not be safe. There are too many
bad men even in the camps of the Ottawas, and my
father would have the daughter of his friend removed
from all harm.”

“Where, then, are you going?”

“You soon will see.”

And with this the white girl was forced to be content.

The night was nearly spent when the canoe ap-
proached a small island in the middle of Lake Erie,
but commanding the mouth of the Detroit river.
Here it was run into a cove, and beached beside sev-
eral other similar craft. Atoka, the young Indian,
who had spoken no word during all this time, uttered
a peculiar cry as he sprang ashore, and directly sev-
eral dark forms appeared from a thicket that bordered
the beach.
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Ah-mo assured Edith that from these men she had
nothing to fear, as they were picked Ottawa warriors
devoted to her father’s interests, and stationed there
as outlooks to report the movements of any vessels
on the lake.

After a few minutes of lively conversation between
them and Atoka, the whole party entered the thicket,
where, snugly hidden, stood several Indian lodges.
One of these was quickly made ready for the women,
and here, in spite of the uncertainties of their situa-
tion, Madam Rothsay and Edith Hester, wrapped in
their own shawls, soon fell into the slumber of utter
exhaustion.
CHAPTER XIX
THE TOTEM SAVES DONALD’S LIFE

EXHAUSTED as she was, Edith Hester would
hardly have slept that night had she known that he
whose capture was the direct result of her flight was
her own dearly loved brother Donald; but so it was.
By strenuous exertions, he had so expedited the
movements of his own party that they had passed
two, and sometimes three, of Cuyler’s camping-places
inaday. They always examined these for informa-
tion concerning those whom they were so anxious to
overtake, and after a while their anxiety was in-
creased by the finding of traces of Indian scouts in
and about every camping-place. At length the
camp sites gave proof of having been so recently
occupied, that it seemed as though they might sight
Cuyler’s boats at any time, and Paymaster Bullen,
in anticipation of a speedy meeting with the ladies,
devoted so much attention to his personal appearance
that never had such a dandy as he been seen in the
wilderness.

As the paymaster’s efforts to enhance his personal
attractions increased, Donald’s ever-growing anxiety
led him to become more than ever impatient: of such
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things and eager to hasten forward. He became
provoked at his companion’s frivolity, and regretted
ever having consented to travel with him. When
he finally discovered the prints of Indian moccasins
about one of Cuyler’s fires, the ashes of which were
still hot, he grew so apprehensive of evil, and so
impatient to get on, that he refused to allow his
crew even the scanty half-hour of rest at noon to
which they were accustomed. He so urged their
labours of this day, by alternate threats and promises,
that the canoe reached the eastern side of Point au
Pelee at the very time of Cuyler’s landing on its
western shore. Here Donald informed his men that
they might cook their evening meal, and rest for two
hours, at the end of which time they must be pre-
pared to push on, as he was determined to overtake
the other party before they broke camp on the
morrow. U8

During the preparation of supper, the young man
paced restlessly up and down the beach, casting
occasional scornful glances at the dapper little pay-
master, who, with the assistance of the faithful
“Tummas,” was taking his regular evening bath, in
his beloved tub.

While matters stood thus, there came a sound so
‘startling and of such vital import that all paused in
their employment and held their breath to listen.
It was the cry of a woman in distress, faint and dis-
tant, but unmistakable. Half uttered, it was cut
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short by a crash of guns, mingled with savage war-
whoops, that proclaimed as clearly as words the state
of affairs on the opposite side of that narrow neck
of land.

In an instant, Donald Hester, so frenzied by his
sister’s appeal for aid as to be well-nigh uncon-
scious of his own movements, seized his rifle, plunged
into the forest, and was dashing recklessly in the
direction of the ominous sounds.

The Senecas, whom he thus left to their own de-
vices, and who had long been expecting some such
moment, acted with almost equal promptness in
making prisoners of the two remaining white men.
A few minutes of animated discussion as to what
should be done with them ensued. All were impa-
tient to join their fellow savages, and share in the
spoils of their certain victory, to which they also
-wished to add their own trophies. But what should
be done with the white medicine man? He was too
fat to be urged at speed through the forest. They
feared to kill him, for they believed him to be of a
weak mind, and therefore under the direct protection
of the Great Spirit. Besides, being bald-headed, he
could furnish no scalp, and was therefore not worth
killing.

In this dilemma, the Zebra conceived an idea
which his companions greeted with grunts of ap-
proval, and immediately proceeded to carry out. A
few minutes later the horrified paymaster, as naked
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as when he was born, was seated in his own bath-
tub, precariously maintaining his balance, and float-
ing away before a gentle off-shore breeze, over the
vast watery solitude of Lake Erie.

As the Indians watched him, until he was but a
white speck in the gathering gloom, they reasoned
that if he were indeed a medicine man he could take
care of himself; if he were crazy, the Great Spirit
would protect him. And if he were merely an ordi-
nary mortal he would surely be drowned; while, in
no case, would blame be attached to them.

Then they gathered up his half-dozen precious
wigs, all of which had been laid out for inspection,
that their owner might decide in which one he should
appear before the ladies, but which the Indians only
regarded as so many scalps; concealed the canoe,
together with much of their newly acquired prop-
erty, and started toward the scene of battle. ‘Two
stalwart warriors, seizing the unfortunate and be-
wildered “Tummas” by the shoulders, rushed him
along at breathless speed, occasionally urging him
to greater exertions by suggestive pricks from the
sharp points of their knives.

Although Donald had started to the assistance of
his imperilled sister with a recklessness that disre-
garded all the traditions of woodcraft, he came to
his senses as he drew near the scene of recent con-
flict, and thereafter no forest warrior could have pro-
ceeded with greater stealth than he.
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The short fight was over, the prisoners were se-
cured, many fires had been lighted, and the deadly
work of the fire-water was already begun. With a
heavy heart and a sickening dread, the young sol-
dier crept noiselessly from one lighted circle to
another, narrowly escaping discovery a dozen times,
and scanning anxiously each dejected group of cap-
tives. All were men, nor could he anywhere catch
a glimpse of feminine draperies. At one place he
saw a confused group, of what he fancied might be
captives, on the opposite side of a fire-lighted open-
ing, and made a great circuit through the woods in
order to approach it more closely.

Suddenly there arose a clamour of voices, and, as
though aware of his presence, a score of savages,
some of them holding aloft blazing firebrands, came
running through the forest directly toward him.
There was no time for flight, and he could only fling
himself flat beside the trunk of a prostrate tree, up
to which he had just crawled, ere they were upon
him. A dozen warriors -passed him, leaping over
both the log and the crouching figure behind it. He
was beginning to cherish a hope that all might do
so; but such good fortune was not to be his. An-
other, who bore a flaming brand, slipped as he
"bounded over the obstruction. A shower of blazing
embers fell on Donald’s head and bare neck. Mad-
dened by pain, he sprang to his feet, dealt the stum-
bling savage a blow that knocked him flat, and
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turned to fly for his life. As he did so, he was
grappled by two others, and though he struggled so
furiously that he managed to fling them both from
him, the delay was fatal. A moment later he was
borne to the earth by overwhelming numbers.

When again allowed to rise it was as a pinioned
prisoner, bruised and breathless. With exulting
shouts, his captors dragged him into the circle of
firelight, and when they saw that he was not one of
Cuyler’s men, but a newcomer, they were extrava-
gant in their joy. They were also furious against
him on account of the escape of the women captives,
in which it was supposed he had been instrumental.
Half-crazed with drink as they were, they deter-
mined that he should pay the penalty for this offence
then and there.

“Let the palefaced dog roast in the flames!”

“Burn him!”

“Fling him into the fire!”

“He has sought our coun? let us give him a
warm welcome!”

“Tt will be a lesson to others of his kind not to
meddle with our prisoners!”

“Tet him feel that the vengeance of the Wyandots
is sudden and awful!”
These, with many similar cries, rent the night air,
and though Donald understood no word of what
was said, he knew from the savage expression of
the faces crowding about him that he was to
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suffer some dreadful fate, and nerved himself to
bear it.

If he must die, it should be as became one of his
race and training. But, oh! it was hard! He was
so young, so full of life and hope. Could he hold
out to the bitter end? Yes, hemust. He had chosen
to be a soldier. He was a soldier. Other soldiers
had met their death by savage torture and faced it
bravely. What they had done, he must do. But
was there no help for him, none at all? As he
searched the scowling faces of those who thronged
about him, reviling, taunting, and revelling in his
despair, he saw no trace of mercy, no pity, no gleam
of hope. He knew that there was no help.

With it all, there was one consolation. He could
discover no sign of his beloved sister. She, at least,
would be spared the sight of his torments. She
might even by some miracle have escaped.

They dragged him roughly, and with maudlin
shoutings, to a small tree that stood by itself, and
bound him to it with so many lashings that only his
head was free to move. Then they heaped dry wood
about him, piling it up until it was above his waist.

He knew now what he was to be called upon to
endure. No words were needed to tell him that he
was to be burned alive, and he prayed that they
would pile the wood higher, that death might come
the more quickly. But some among his tormentors
thought it was already too high, and in their desire
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to prolong his sufferings they tore away a portion of
the pile. Others insisted that it was not enough,
and attempted to build it higher; and so they
wrangled among themselves, until one, to settle the
dispute, ran for a blazing brand and thrust it among
the faggots that still remained.

By this time, news of what was taking place had
spread abroad, and many from other scenes of revelry
came running to participate in this new diversion.
As a bright blaze leaped through the crackling wood
and revealed distinctly the pallid face of the victim,
there was first a yell of delight and then a great
hush of expectancy, while all watched eagerly to see
how he would bear the first touch of flame.

At this moment, there came a commotion in the
crowd. A single figure, with face hideously painted
in narrow stripes, broke from it, sprang forward, and
dashing aside the blazing wood, shouted a few words
in a tongue that was strange to most of them, though
some understood. These translated what was said
to the others, and in a few seconds every warrior was
repeating in awed tones to his neighbor: —

“He is of the Metai! He is of the Totem of the
Bear! The mark is on his arm! If he dies at our
hands, then shall we feel the wrath of the magic
circle!”

In a moment Donald’s hunting-shirt was stripped
from him, his left arm was bared, and at sight of
the indelible signet thus exposed a great fear fell
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upon the savages. At once those who had been most
eager for the death of the prisoner, became foremost
in friendly offices that they hoped might banish their
offence from his mind, and Donald breathed a prayer
of thankfulness for his wonderful deliverance.
CHAPTER XX
"BITTER DISAPPOINTMENT AT FORT DETROIT

Tue month elapsed since Donald left Detroit had
been to the imprisoned garrison of that important
post a period of gloom and incessant anxiety. Al-
though, after the first outbreak, no general attack
had been made on the ‘place, the rigour of its siege
had not fora moment been relaxed. It was seldom
that an Indian was to be seen; but if a soldier ex-
posed himself above the walls or at a loop-hole, the
venomous hiss of a bullet instantly warned him of
his peril, and of the tireless vigilance of the unseen
foe. Provisions became so scarce that every ounce
of food was carefully collected in one place, kept
under guard, and sparingly doled out each morning.
The faces of men and women grew wan and pinched
with hunger, while the children clamoured inces-
santly for food. If it had not been for the brave aid
of a French farmer, dwelling across the river, who
occasionally, on dark nights, smuggled scanty sup-

‘plies to the beleaguered garrison, they would have
been forced by starvation to a surrender. :

In all this time no man slept, save in his clothes,

and with a gun by his side. Night alarms were fre-
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quent, and only incessant watchfulness averted the
destruction of the place by fire, from arrows tipped
with blazing tow, that fell at all hours, with greater
or less frequency, on the thatched roofs within the
palisades.

With all this, there was no thought of yielding in
the minds of Gladwyn or his men. The red cross
of St. George still floated proudly above them, and
each evening the sullen boom of the sunset gun
echoed defiantly across the waters of the broad river.

While the Indians could not be induced to attempt
a general assault upon the slight defences, in spite
of its prospects of almost certain success, Pontiac
so skilfully disposed his forces that not only was
the fort under constant watch, but no one could
approach it in any direction without. discovery.
They, too, collected all the provisions within their
reach, purchasing quantities from the Canadians,
and gathering them in the commodious house that
still held Major Hester a prisoner-guest. Eagerly
as the besieged watched for reinforcements and sup-
plies, the Indians-were no less keenly on the lookout
for the same things.

Knowing that Cuyler’s expedition must have
started from Fort Niagara, Major Gladwyn de-
spatched the schooner that bore his name down the
lake, to intercept, warn, and hasten it. The Glad-
wyn narrowly escaped capture by a great fleet of
canoes, as she lay becalmed at the mouth of the river,
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and was only saved by the springing up of a timely
breeze. She failed to discover the object of her
search, and finally reached the Niagara without hav-
ing delivered her warning.

It was now time for her return, while Cuyler
should have arrived long since; and day after day
were the eyes of the weary garrison directed down
the shining river, in efforts to detect the first glint
of sails or flash of oars.

While matters stood thus, there came, late one
afternoon, a loud cry, announcing joyful tidings,
from the sentinel on one of the river bastions. His
shout was taken up and repeated by all who happened
to be on the water front, and in a minute the whole
place was astir. The inhabitants poured into the nar-
row streets and hastened to the river’s edge, their
haggard faces lighted with a new hope and their
eager voices exchanging the welcome news. The long-
expected reinforcements had come at last. The boats
were in sight. They had escaped the perils of their
journey and were safely arrived. Now the danger was
over, and all would again be well with Detroit.

As the motley throng of soldiers, in soiled uni-
forms, traders, voyageurs, pale-faced women, and
wondering children, streamed to the narrow beach
beyond the water gate, all could see the approaching
boats as, in long-extended line and with flashing
oars, one after another rounded the last wooded point
and advanced slowly up the river.
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From the stern of the foremost boat flew the red
flag of England. As it drew near, cheer after cheer
broke from the excited garrison, while from the ram-
part above them a loud-voiced cannon boomed forth
its assurance that the fort still held out.

Alas, for the high hopes of the stout defenders!
Their joy was quickly quenched; for when the long
column of eighteen boats was in full view, and the
rejoicing was at its height, dark, naked figures sud-
denly leaped up, with brandished weapons and ex-
ulting yells, in every boat. The fierce war-whoop
came quavering over the water, and in a moment the
dreadful truth was known. The entire convoy had
been captured, and was in the enemy’s hands.

As the mournful procession of boats moved past,
though well over toward the opposite bank of the
river, the disheartened garrison saw that each was
rowed by two or more white captives, who were
guarded and forced to their labour by armed savages.
As the heavy-hearted spectators were about to turn
away from this distressing sight, a thrilling incident
absorbed their attention, and held them spellbound.

The last boat contained four white men and but
three Indians. One of the former was Donald
Hester, and he it was who steered. Although he
had been well treated by his captors, after the mystic
marking on his arm to which the Zebra attracted
their attention had saved him from an awful death,
he was still held a close prisoner, and was still un-
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certain as to the fate reserved for him. This, how-
ever, concerned him little. Nothing could be worse
than the mental suffering he had already undergone,
and his present anxiety was only for his sister Edith.
What had become of her? Where was she, and by
what perils was she surrounded? He became frantic
as he reflected upon her helplessness and the re-
straints that prevented him from flying to her assist-
ance. He had learned from his fellow-captives that
nothing had been seen of her nor of her companion
after the attack on Cuyler’s camp, and also that two
boats, containing many fugitives, had effected an
escape. She must then be in one of those, and if
she were, what might she not be suffering, without
food or shelter, and liable at any moment to fall into
the hands of some roving band of savages? For her
sake, he must regain his freedom. Yes, he must,
and he would. Why not strike for it at that
very moment? Would he ever have a _ better
chance?

As the last boat came abreast of the schooner
Beaver, surging at her cables not more than a quarter
of a mile away, Donald called out in English to the
rowers in his boat that each should seize one of the
Indian guards and throw him overboard, while he
would stand ready to aid any one, or all of them, in
the undertaking.

The soldier nearest him replied that he feared he
had not the requisite strength.
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“Very well,” said Donald; “pretend exhaustion
and change places with me.”

As this order was obeyed and the young ensign
stepped forward, as though to take his comrade’s
place, he suddenly seized hold of an unsuspecting
Indian, lifted him bodily, and flung him into the
river. At the same moment the savage clutched his
assailant’s clothing, and as he cleared the boat
dragged Donald after him over its side. The two
remaining Indians, seized with a panic, leaped over-
board and struck out for shore, while the three sol-
diers, bending to their oars, directed their craft with
desperate energy toward the schooner, followed by a
storm of bullets and a dozen canoes.

In the meantime, Donald and his antagonist, swept
away by the current, were engaged in-a frightful
struggle for life or death, now rising gasping to
the surface, then sinking to unknown depths,
but always grappling, and clutching at each other’s
throat.

At length, when it seemed to the white lad that
he had spent an eternity in the cruel green depths,
when his ears were bursting and his eyes starting
from their sockets, he found himself once more at
the surface, breathing in great gulps of the blessed
air, and alone. Fora moment he could not believe
it, but gazed wildly about him, expecting each in-
stant to feel the awful clutch that should again drag
him under. He was nearly exhausted, and so weak
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that had not a floating oar come within his reach he
must quickly have sunk, to rise no more.

Clinging feebly to that Heaven-sent bit of wood,
he kept his face above the water while his spent
strength was gradually restored.

At the boom of a cannon, he lifted his head a little
higher, and looked back. A cloud of blue smoke
was drifting away from the now distant schooner, a
boat was alongside, and a fleet of canoes was scurry-
ing out of range. His recent companions had
then escaped, and pursuit of them had so attracted
the attention of the Indians that none had given him
a thought. They doubtless never questioned but
what that death grapple in the water had resulted
fatally to both contestants. So much the better for
him. No search would be made, and he might escape,
after all. And dear Edith! At length he was free
to go in search of her. With this thought the lad
took a new hold on life, grasped his friendly oar
more firmly, and tried to plan some course of action.

Making no motion that might attract hostile atten-
tion, he drifted passively, until the sun had set in a
flood of glory, and the stars peeped timidly down at
him from their limitless heights. By this time he
was some miles below the fort, and near the eastern
bank of the river. Though he had seen many canoes
pass up stream, at a distance so great that he was
not noticed, there was now neither sign nor sound of
human presence, and very gently the young soldier
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began to swim toward land. How blessed it was to
touch bottom again, then to drag himself cautiously
and wearily into a clump of tall sedges, and lie once
more on the substantial bosom of mother earth. Fox
an hour or more he slept, and then, greatly re
freshed, he awoke to renewed activity.
CHAPTER XXI
IN SEARCH OF A LOST SISTER

Donatp had no difficulty in finding the broad trail
that connected all the widely scattered Indian vil-
lages on the east bank of the river, and when he
reached it he instinctively turned to the south. The
main body of the enemy lay to the northward, and
to proceed in that direction would be the height of
folly. There was still one small camp below him,
as Donald knew from having seen it that morning
when on his way up the river, and to this he deter-
mined to go. He needed food, clothing, arms, and
a canoe. All of these might be obtained in an
Indian camp, as well as elsewhere, if only one dared
go in search of them and possessed the skill neces-
sary to secure them. Much also would depend on
chance; but, after his recent experiences, the young
soldier felt assured that he had been born under a
propitious star. At any rate, he was ready to do
and dare anything in furtherance of his present
plan, and so he set forth at a brisk pace in search of
some source of supplies. —

He had covered several miles with every sense
keenly alert, but without detecting an indication of
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human presence, when he suddenly smelled an Indian
encampment. He could neither see nor hear any-
thing of it, but no one having once recognized the
pungent odour, combined of smoke, skins, furs, freshly
peeled bark, dried grasses, and decayed animal matter,
that lingers about the rude dwellings of all savage
races, could ever mistake it for anything else. A
single faint whiff of this, borne to Donald on a puff
of the night wind, gave him the very knowledge he
wanted, and he at once began to move with the same
caution that he had observed on the previous even-
ing while creeping up to the fire-lighted circles of
the victorious Wyandots.

It was a perilous business, this venturing into a
camp of hostile Indians through the darkness, but
Donald reflected that it would be even worse by day-
light. He also argued, that while success in his pro-
posed thieving would mean everything to him, he
could not be worse off than he was afew hours since,
even if he failed and was captured. So he crept
forward with the noiseless motions of a serpent, until
the conical lodges were plainly in view by the dim
light of smoldering camp-fires.

There was one feature of this camp that greatly
puzzled our young woodsman, and that was its
silence. Surely the night was too young for all
the inmates of those lodges to have retired, and yet
there was no sound of voices. Not even the wail
of a child was to be heard, nor the barking of a dog.
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It was unaccountable, and gave Donald a creepy
feeling that he tried in vain to shake off. He moved
with an even greater caution than if he had been
guided by the usual sounds of such a place and
spent a full hour in examining the camp from all
points before daring to enter it.

At length he detected a faint muttering in one of
the lodges and a reply to it; but both voices were
those of querulous age. A moment later the totter-
ing figure of an old man emerged from the lodge,
and crouching beside a dying fire threw on a few
sticks with shaking hands and drew his blanket
more closely about his shrunken form.

In an instant a full meaning of the situation flashed
into Donald’s mind. The camp was deserted of all
except the infirm and very aged. All the others —
men, women, children, and even the very dogs — had
gone to participate in the festivities of the up-river
camps to which so many white prisoners had that
day been taken. He shuddered to contemplate the
nature of these festivities, — the tortures, the anguish,
and the fearful tragedies that would furnish their
entertainment; but he no longer hesitated to enter
this deserted camp and appropriate such of its prop-
erties as suited his fancy.

From the very fire beside which the old man
crouched and shivered, he took a blazing brand and
using it to light his way entered the lodge from
which the former had emerged. It seemed empty
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of everything save that in one corner, on a heap of.
dried grasses, there lay an old wrinkled hag, who
stared at him with keen beady eyes, and then set
up a shrill screaming that caused him to beat a
hasty retreat.

He fared better in other lodges, some of which were
empty of inmates, and some occupied by persons too
aged or ill to harm him. ‘These either cowered
trembling before him, or spit at and reviled him
with distorted features and gestures of impotent
rage. It was an unpleasant task, this taking advan-
tage of helplessness to walk off with other people’s
property; but under the circumstances it seemed to
Donald right, and he was soon clad in the complete
buckskin costume of a warrior, besides having accu-
mulated a comfortable store of provisions. He was
grievously disappointed at not discovering a rifle,
nor indeed a firearm of any kind, and being obliged
to put up with a hunting-knife as his sole weapon.
Still, on the whole, he had so little cause for com-
plaint that as he left the camp and made his way
to the landing where he hoped to find a canoe he
congratulated himself upon his good fortune.

It seemed to fail him, however, at the river-bank ;
for, search as he might, he could not find a canoe nor
a craft of any kind. Now, he was indeed in a quan-
dary. It would be worse than useless to return to
the Indian camp, that might at any moment be
repeopled. He dared not go up the river, for that
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way lay the hosts of Pontiac; nor could he cross it
and make his way to the fort. There was obviously
but one course to pursue, which was to keep on down
stream until he had put a safe distance between him-
self and the Indian camp, and then to wait for day-
light by which to resume his search for a canoe.

This he did, first wading for a long distance in the
shallow water close to shore to conceal his trail, and
then plodding sturdily ahead through the bewilder-
ing darkness of the forest for hours, until finally,
overcome by exhaustion, he sank down at the foot
of a great tree and almost instantly fell asleep.

When Donald next awoke, stiff and aching in every
joint, the rising sun warned him that he must lose no
time in placing a greater distance between himself
and those who would soon be on his trail, if, indeed,
the pursuit were not already begun. So he set off at
a brisk pace, still keeping the general southerly direc-
tion on which he had determined until he should
reach the lake.’ He had not walked more than two
hours, and was staying his stomach with a handful
of parched corn brought from the Indian camp,
when, all at once, he found himself amid the re-
mains of recent camp-fires on ground that was much
trampled. It was the very scene of his capture by the
Wyandots and of his narrow escape from death. Yes,
there was the identical tree to which he had been
bound. Turning, with a shudder, he hastened from
the place of such horrid memories, and instinctively .
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retraced his course of two nights before across the
narrow neck of land that had proved fatal to so many
of his countrymen, and on which the dear sister whom
he now sought had last been seen.

Reaching the eastern side of the point, and skirting
the shore for a short distance, he came upon another
place of camping, which he instantly recognized as
the spot where he had left Paymaster Bullen.

“Poor old Bullen!” he reflected half aloud. “I
wonder what he thought of my deserting him the
way I did; and I also wonder what became of him.
I suppose he must be dead long before this, and
‘Tummas,’ too, poor fellow; for I didn’t see anything
of them among the prisoners yesterday. I never
trusted those Senecas; but Wilkins was so cocksure
of them that he wouldn’t listen to a-word against
them. Wonder what he'll say now. I wouldn’t
be here at this moment, though, if it hadn’t been for

‘that fellow, ‘Zebra,’ as Bullen called him. Queer
how things turn out in this funny old world! I only
wish I knew just what that tattooing on my arm
means, and what the Metai is, anyway. If I did, I
might turn the knowledge to advantage. Hello!
Something has been carried into those bushes, —
the paymaster’s tub for a guinea.”

During his soliloquy the young woodsman’s trained
eye rested on a broken twig and a bit of bruised bark
at the edge of a near-by thicket. Stepping to the
place and parting the bushes, he uttered a cry of joy.
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There, bottom-side up, and imperfectly concealed, as
though in great haste, lay the canoe in which he had
so recently journeyed. Beneath it he found a rifle
that had belonged to the paymaster, as well as most
of his luggage, which included a good supply of am-
munition, provisions, and cooking-utensils. In fact,
nearly everything that the canoe had contained was
there excepting its passengers and the redoubtable
tub.

“The disappearance of that tub is the strangest
thing of all,” muttered Donald, as, exulting in this
sudden wealth, he hastened to build a fire and make
the cup of coffee for which he was longing. “ What
reason could the beggars have had for lugging it off?
and why didn’t I see something of it in the boats
yesterday ? Too bad about Bullen, though, for he
was a good fellow in spite of his crotchets.”

The daring plan that formed itself in Donald’s
mind the minute he saw that canoe was to cross Lake
Erie in it to Sandusky. There he would certainly
learn what had become of Cuyler and those who
escaped with him. Perhaps be would even find
Edith there.

He was off the moment he had finished the hearty
breakfast that restored his strength, his confidence
in himself, and his belief that everything was about
to turn out for the best after all. Nor did his good
fortune desert him, for the broad surface of the great
lake was as peaceful as a mill-pond all that day; the
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light breeze that ruffled it was so directly in his favour
that he was enabled to aid his paddle with a sail, and
at sunset he was nearing the southern coast. Camp-
ing where he landed, he cooked, ate, and slept, start-
ing again at break of day for Sandusky, full of hope
and anticipations of a warm welcome in that stout
little post.

The sun was barely an hour high when he reached
his destination, only to find a mass of charred and
desolate ruins, that told with a mute eloquence of
the fate that had overtaken Sandusky.
CHAPTER XXII
AMID THE RUINS OF FORT SANDUSKY

To discover only ruin, desolation, and death, in-
stead of the cheery greetings of friends and the
longed-for intelligence of Edith’s safety that he had
so confidently expected to gain at Sandusky, was
so bitter a disappointment as to be bewildering, and
it was some time ere Donald could do aught save
wander like one who is dazed, among the melancholy
ruins. He recalled his pleasant reception by Ensign
Paully, the commanding officer, only a month before,
when he had stopped there on his way down the lake,
the cheerful evening he had spent in the mess-room,
and the hopeful conversation concerning the settle-
ment soon to be made near the sturdy little post.
Now all that remained were great heaps of ashes and
half-burned logs, gaunt chimneys, and a score of bodies,
stripped, mutilated, and decomposed beyond recog-
nition. The presence of these, and the faet that all
of them were scalped, showed the destruction of the
post to be the work of savages and not the voluntary
act of its garrison ; otherwise Donald might have hoped
that the place had been abandoned and a retreat made

to some stronger position.
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Not only was the story of the tragedy plainly to
be read in the mute evidences abounding on all sides,
but the young woodsman was able to determine from
the drift of ashes, the indentations of raindrops, and
other distinct signs, just how many days had elapsed
since the king’s flag last waved above Sandusky. He
found traces showing that Cuyler with his fugitives
had been there since the destruction of the place, and
from his own feelings he could readily imagine what
theirs must have been.

These things he learned as easily as from a printed
page; but with all his art he could gain no inkling
of the information he most desired. Were his sister
and Madam Rothsay among those who had escaped
with Cuyler? In vain did he scan the prints of moc-
casined and booted. feet, that abounded among the
ruins. None was dainty enough to be that of a lady.

While Donald was bending over some footprints
beside a small field-piece that, dismounted and rusted,
lay half buried in ashes, a sudden whir-r-r caused him
to spring back as though he had received an electric
shock. Only his quickness saved him from the living
death held in the fangs of a rattlesnake that had evi-
dently just crawled from the black muzzle of the gun.
The snake instantly re-coiled to repeat its venomous
stroke, and though Donald could easily have killed
it as he had scores of its kind, the presence of this
hideous and sole representative of life in that place
of the dead so filled him with horror that he turned
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and fled to his canoe. Nor did he pause in his flight
until he had covered many miles of water, and was
compelled to do so by the faintness of hunger.

He had instinctively shaped his course to the east-
ward, and now reason decided him to continue it in
that direction. It was the only one that Cuyler
could have taken, and in searching for his sister the
young ensign had no other clue to follow save that
afforded by the fugitives.

Coasting the shore until he discovered the mouth
of a small stream, Donald forced his canoe up this
until it was effectually concealed from the lake.
Then he made a fire of dry wood that would give
forth little smoke, and cooked the noontide meal,
that was for that day his breakfast as well. Before
it was finished he had decided to remain in his
present place of concealment until nightfall, in order
to have the aid of darkness in avoiding such Indians
as might be travelling up or down the coast. Hav-
ing satisfied his hunger, and extinguished his mod-
est fire, he stationed himself at the foot of a great
oak on the shore, where he commanded a good view
of the lake and was at the same time well hidden
from it. Here he reflected upon all that had hap-
pened, wondered if Cuyler had reached Presque Isle,
if so, whether Edith and Christie had met, and tried
to imagine the meeting, until at length he fell asleep
and dreamed that Presque Isle was destroyed and
that he was searching for traces of Edith in its ashes.
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When he awoke, the sound of voices was in his
ears, and for a moment it seemed as though his wak-
ing was but a continuation of his dream. Within a
stone’s-throw of where he lay barely hidden by a
slight screen of leaves, a fleet of canoes was moving
to the eastward, the very direction he must take if
he adhered to his original plan. He counted ten,
twenty, thirty, and believed that some had already
passed when he awoke. They were filled with war-.
riors, all armed and decked with war-paint of ver-
milion and black. There were a few squaws; but
no children, no dogs, and but slight camp equipage.
It was evidently a war-party, and a strong one.

Donald lay motionless, hardly daring to breathe,
and watched them out of sight. Were they in pur-
suit of Cuyler and his handful of fugitives? were
they on their way to attack Christie in his little
fort? or were they in search of him to avenge his
looting of the Wyandot lodges? This last thought
was dismissed as quickly as formed; for, of course,
no party of that size would be in pursuit of an indi-
vidual, no matter how important he was or what he
had done. No; they must be bound for Presque
Isle, with the hope of picking up Cuyler on the
way.

As the youth was in the very act of rising to go
to the beach for a parting glimpse of the fleet, a
movement on the water warned him to sink back
just in time to escape the keen glances of the occu-
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pants of a single canoe, that seemed to have been
left behind and to be in haste to overtake the main
body. Besides the four Indians who paddled it,
this canoe held a fifth, seated luxuriously in an ob-
ject so unusual and startling that Donald almost
uttered an exclamation at sight of it. “It could not
be!” Donald rubbed his eyes and looked again.
Yes, it was. There was no mistaking its shape or
colour.

“Bullen’s tub, as I’m a sinner!” muttered the
young man, under his breath. “If that doesn’t beat
everything! Where did they get it? What are
they going to do with it? and what has become of
its owner? Poor old chap! He can’t possibly be
alive, for he would have died rather than be parted
from it. Now, though, I had better keep quiet for
awhile and see what is coming next.”

Although it lacked two hours of sunset, and
Donald maintained his lonely watch until then,
‘nothing more came in sight. He prepared another
meal to strengthen him for a night of toil, and as
soon as darkness had set in, made a start. Keeping
so far out on the lake that the shore was but a dim
line, he urged the canoe forward with his utmost
strength through the solemn stillness of the long
hours. He did not venture near shore until the
eastern sky was paling with approaching dawn.
Then, though he sought anxiously for some friendly
stream in which to conceal his canoe, he failed to
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find one before the growing light warned him that it
was no longer safe to remain on the water. He was
thus forced to land on the open beach, and with
great labour drag his craft up a steep bank to a
hiding-place in the forest beyond. After that, with
infinite pains, and moving backward as his work
progressed, he carefully obliterated all traces of his
landing by sweeping them with a bunch of twigs.

While certain that he must have passed the Indian
fleet during the night, and that it would in turn pass
him before the day was ended, he was compelled
by utter weariness to sleep, which he did in a dense
thicket at some distance from where he had hidden
the canoe. When he awoke, it was so late in the day
that he feared the savages had gone by, but after a
while he again heard their voices, and peering from
his covert again saw the entire fleet sweep past.
This time he counted its occupants as well as he
could, and discovered that the war-party numbered
something over two hundred members. On this
occasion the canoe containing the paymaster’s tub
was in the foremost rank, and there were no
stragglers.

It was a great relief to the anxious watcher to
catch this glimpse of the enemy and thus gain an
approximate knowledge of their whereabouts, and
after they had disappeared he felt at liberty to
attend to his own wants by cooking a supply of
provisions for future use.
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For two more nights and days was this strange
and perilous journey continued, until at daylight of
the third day Donald felt that he must be within
a few miles of Presque Isle. The most critical
moment of his undertaking had now arrived. In
spite of the rising sun he must push on, for he was
determined to reach the fort if possible before the
Indians, and warn Christie of their coming. At the
same time he realized that, as they had been able to
travel much faster than he in his big canoe, he could
not be much if any past their camp of the night just
ended. Nor did he dare keep far out in the lake, for
fear lest they cut him off from the shore and so hold
him at their mercy.

Wearied with his night’s work, compelled to keep
on, not daring to land, and expecting each moment
to hear the exulting yell or crack of a rifle that
should announce his discovery, Donald was thus
obliged to paddle doggedly forward within a hundred
yards of the shore. His suspense was well-nigh
unbearable. Every nerve was strung to its utmost
tension. In each new indentation of the coast he
expected to see the waiting fleet of canoes, and with
each fearful backward glance he wondered at not
finding them in pursuit.

At length, as he rounded a point, he thought he
saw far down the lake, against the blue of the sky
and. above the sombre forest, a flutter of red. At the
same moment he glanced behind him to see if he
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were still free from pursuit. Alas! He was not.
Two canoes, each urged by half a dozen gleaming
paddles, were following as swiftly and silently as
sharks that had scented blood, and they were not a
quarter of a mile away. As their occupants noted
that they were discovered they uttered yells of exul-
tation that chilled the poor lad’s blood in his veins
and caused him to feel faint with a despairing terror.
CHAPTER XXIII
DISCOVERED AND PURSUED BY SAVAGES

It was only for a moment that Donald was over-
come by the chill despair that, in presence of an
imminent and overwhelming danger, often paralyzes
the most resolute. Then it passed as suddenly as
it had come. The hot blood surged through his
veins, his heart was filled with a fierce joy at the
prospect of contest, and, under the vigorous impulse
of his stout young arms, the canoe bounded forward
as though it were animate and shared his feelings.
Perhaps it was all owing to the fact that, having
rounded the point, the pursuing savages were mo-
mentarily lost to view, and their yells no longer
rang in his ears. At any rate, the sudden terror
was conquered, as it always is by brave men, though
with cowards it stays to the end.

Donald headed straight for the beach, gained it,
hastily dragged his canoe behind some bushes, and,
seizing only his rifle, plunged into the forest. He
reflected that it must be some minutes before his
pursuers could strike his trail; and, with that advan-
tage of time, he surely ought to reach the fort in
advance of them. So, while he ran at a great speed,
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he still saved his strength, and by no means did his
best. This he reserved for a later emergency.

He had hardly got under way when the spiteful
crack of a rifle rang out from the forest directly
in front of him. Almost at the same instant he
threw up his arms, staggered forward, and fell. As
he did so, a painted savage leaped from behind a
tree and raised a hand to his mouth to produce the
quavering of a triumphant war-whoop. With its
first shrill note a second rifle uttered its deadly
summons; the exulting Indian leaped high, and fell,
pierced by Donald’s bullet. Then the latter arose,
hastily reloaded, and, with only a contemptuous
glance at the dead foe who had been so easily be-
guiled, sped on his way. There might be other
Indians in his path; but if they were all as simple
as that fellow, he should not mind them.

The young woodsman had not been harmed nor
even grazed by his adversary’s bullet, and unex-
pected as it was, he had been quick-witted enough
to put into practice one of Truman Flageg’s long-ago
lessons. Often, when he was a child, playing in the
edge of the woods near Tawtry House, had he flung
up his little arms and dropped in that very manner, at
the sound of an unexpected shot, fired into the air,
from the old scout’s rifle. Thus, though he had never
before been obliged to resort to it for self-preserva-
tion, the action now came to him as naturally as
breathing.
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Now, as he sped forward, his pace was accelerated
by a series of yells that announced the landing, and
discovery of his trail by the pursuers whom he had
first seen. Then, though an unbroken silence reigned
in the pleasant forest glades, he knew that swift
runners were on his track and that the time had
come for his utmost exertions.

Mile after mile he ran until he had covered a
goodly number before his strength began to fail. At
length he was panting so that each hissing breath
was a stab, and his eyesight grew dim. He plunged,
almost headlong, down the precipitous side of a
ravine and at its bottom, fell, face downward, into
the cool waters of a rippling brook. How deli-
ciously refreshing were the two or three great gulps
that he swallowed. How the life-giving fluid thrilled
his whole frame! If he could only lie there as long
as he chose and drink his fill! But he could not;
two magic words rang like bells in his ears, “ Edith”
and “Christie.” For his own life alone he would
hardly have prolonged this terrible race with death;
but for theirs he must run while he had strength to
stand. So, almost as he fell, he was again on his
feet and scrambling up the steep opposite side of
the ravine.

As he gained its crest, a rattling sound caused him
to look back —the foremost of his pursuers was
leaping down the farther side. How fresh and
powerful he looked — within two minutes he would
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overtake him. Wouldhe? Edith and Christie! The
crack of a rifle, the hiss of a bullet, and the powerful
Indian lay quietly beside the little stream as though
resting after his long run. Donald had no time for
reloading, and flinging away his gun, he again sprang
forward.

There was a ringing in his ears; but through it he
heard the howls of rage that announced the discovery
of the silent one lying by the little stream, and knew
that a desire for vengeance would add swiftness to
the feet of his pursuers. His own seemed weighted
with lead, and he felt that he was crawling; but
though he could not realize it he was still running
splendidly, and with almost undiminished speed.

As he leaped, crashing through the underbrush, he
was mistaken for a deer, and only the quick eye of a
hunter who was already raising his rifle for a shot
saved him from death at the hands of those whom he
would warn of their peril.

“Halt! who comes?” rang out in crisp tones from
him who still presented his rifle hesitatingly, as he
detected the Indian costume of the advancing
runner.

“Friend! The enemy! Oh, Christie!” gasped the
fugitive as he staggered into the arms of the young
commandant at Fort Presque Isle.

“By Heavens! It is Donald Hester,” he cried in
terror, “and I came near shooting him for a deer!
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Why, lad, what is it? You are nearly dead with run-
ning; what danger threatens?”

“Fly, Christie, fly,” panted Donald. “The savages
are in hot pursuit.”

«“ And leave you, lad? Not while I have breath i in
my body and a rifle in my hand. Rest a minute
and recover your breath while we welcome those
who follow you so hotly. Martin, get behind yon
tree while I hold this one. Take you the first red-
skin who appears, and I will deal with the second.
That will at least serve to check them while we can
reload. Steady! here they come.”

It was fortunate indeed for Donald that his friend,
seized with a longing for fresh venison, had chosen
that morning for a hunt, and, taking a man with
him, had entered the forest. They were not yet a
half-mile from the fort when they met the exhausted
fugitive as described. Now their rifles blazed at
other game than deer, and, as Christie had predicted,
the pursuit was checked; for only two had followed
thus far, though within a mile scores of others were
ranging the forest.

The two men instantly reloaded and, without ex-
posing themselves beyond the sheltering tree trunks,
waited a full minute without detecting further move-
ment or sound. Then Donald begged them to retreat
while there was yet time, and the three set forth for
the fort.

As they ran, each of the others passed an arm
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through one of Donald’s, and the woods being open,
they were able thus to make good speed. Even as
they went, Donald could not repress the one eager
inquiry that, in spite of all distractions, was ever
‘uppermost in his thoughts.

“Edith. Is she safe, Christie?”

“My poor fellow, I know nothing concerning her.
I hoped you had news.”

“ Has Cuyler reached the fort?”

“Yes; and left two days since for Niagara.”

“ And Edith was not with him?”

“No.”

“He knew nothing of her fate?”

“ Nothing.”

Donald said no more; but his form as supported
by the two men became noticeably heavier, as though
it had been suddenly deprived of some upbearing and
stimulating force.

As the three dashed into the little post, which was
only garrisoned by a score of troops, they were none
too soon; for, almost at the same moment, a rattling
volley and fierce yelling gave notice that the siege
of Presque Isle was begun. But the garrison was
not taken by surprise, for the shots from the forest
had been heard, and half a dozen soldiers had run
out to protect the retreat of the fugitives.

Christie’s first attention was given to the friend
whose coming had not only placed the garrison on
guard, but had saved him from being cut off, as he
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certainly would have been had not his hunting been
interrupted. So he led Donald to his own quarters,
showed him where to find food and drink, and then
left him to recover his strength.

The so-called fort of Presque Isle was but a col-
lection of a dozen low wooden buildings ranged
about a parade ground, in which was the single well
of the place. It was unprotected by palisades or
walls of any kind; but was provided with a citadel in
the shape of a, stout blockhouse that stood at one angle
of the fort and was separated by a few yards of open
space from the quarters of the commanding officer.

The location of the post was unfortunate, from a
military point of view, in that it occupied a small,
open flat, commanded on one side by the beach ridge
of the lake, and on another by the equally high bank
of a stream that entered the lake at a right angle.

The first fire of the enemy, who had fully expected
to surprise the place and effect its capture as a mere
incident in their pursuit of Cuyler, was delivered

.from the beach ridge and was harmless. A few
minutes later, however, there came a scathing cross-
fire from the high creek-bank on the other side. By
this, one man who was crossing the parade was killed
and several were wounded. A little later tongues of
flame appeared on the bark-covered roof of a build-
ing, and it was evident that no place of safety ex-
isted outside the blockhouse. To this, then, Christie
ordered the immediate retreat of his entire force.
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Already were the rifles of several picked marks-
men blazing from the upper story of this stronghold,
and the rest of the garrison, by running close along

the sheltering walls of the other buildings, gained in
safety the protection of its stout logs.

“Sorry not to give you a little longer breathing
spell, old man,” said Ensign Christie to Donald, as
he entered his own quarters for the last time; “but
those chaps out there are so inconsiderate in their
shooting that it has become necessary for us to
move. So if you will just step over to the castle,
we will try to entertain you there, and can at least
promise you plenty of occupation.”

“ All right,” replied Donald, “I’m ready, and
nearly as fit as ever; but have you any hope of
beating them off eventually, Christie? If not, I
want to make a break for the woods as soon as it
comes dark. I must get back up the lake, for I am
not yet prepared to give up the search for my sister
Edith.”

“Nor shall you, my dear fellow, and I would join
you in it with all my heart if it were not for my
duty here,” replied the other, earnestly. “At pres-
ent, though, it would be more than folly to attempt
an escape from this place, and our only hope is to
hold out until Wilkins sends the reinforcements for
which I have applied through Cuyler.”

“Ts there any chance of doing it?”
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“There is every chance for us to do our best in
trying.”

A minute later the two young men had passed
into the blockhouse, its heavy oaken door was
slammed and barred behind them, and the defence
of the little wilderness stronghold was begun.

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CHAPTER XXIV
CHRISTIE'S BRAVE DEFENCE OF HIS POST

TWENTY men, with scanty supplies of everything,
shut up in a tiny castle of logs, and fighting against
two hundred, who were well armed, well provisioned,
and protected by natural earthworks, not over forty
yards distant. Donald’s heart grew heavy as he
realized the situation; but with Christie’s cheery
voice in his ears he could do naught save follow so
brave an example and set to work with a will. There
was plenty to be done in that hot little enclosure,
already filling with smoke, and only lighted by
narrow loop-holes pierced in the thick walls. The
fire of the enemy was chiefly directed at these, which
rendered the task of watching from them most danger-
ous. Still, it must be done, for many of the Indians
were brave enough to dash across the open with blaz-
ing firebrands in hand, and these must be stopped
at all costs. Half a dozen were killed in this
attempt before it was abandoned, and the efforts to
set the blockhouse on fire were continued by another
and most ingenious device.

This was the throw-stick, or fire-bow, which they
soon began to work with serious effect from behind
CHRISTIE’S BRAVE DEFENCE OF HIS POST 179

their breastworks, which they had strengthened by
rolling logs to the top of the banks. The fire-bow
was a stout bar of ash, hickory, or other pliant
wood, one end of which was firmly set in the earth.
Tn the other was hollowed a shallow cavity, and just
beneath was attached a stout thong, by which the
bow could be drawn back. A. ball of tow, or other
inflammable material, wound about a small stone to
give it weight, was saturated with pitch. The
upper end of the bow was drawn back, a fire ball
placed in the cavity and lighted, the thong released,
and the blazing missile projected with the force and
accuracy of an arrow against the devoted building.

Again and again its walls caught fire, but each
blaze was extinguished by the activity of the garri-
son as soon as discovered.

Fire-arrows, shot into the air, fell on the dry
shingles of the roof, and hardly a minute passed
that a tiny blaze did not spring from one part or
another of it. The roof could be gained from the
interior, through an opening protected on two sides
by a barricade of plank, and here Donald was sta-
tioned, at his own request.

From this elevated position he soon discovered a
new danger, and one that he had never before heard
of in Indian warfare. He could see quantities of
earth and stones being thrown out behind one of the
breastworks, and became convinced that the enemy
were excavating a subterranean passage, or mine,
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toward the blockhouse. So well did the young
soldier realize the terrible menace of this new
danger, against which no defence could be made,
that he dared not announce it to the troops for fear
of disheartening them. So, deserting his post for
a moment, he hastened to report it in person to
Christie.

Ere the latter had time to consider this peril, an-
other equally grave and more imminent confronted
him. The water barrels were nearly empty, and the
roof was again on fire. Donald rushed back to his
post, while Christie ordered two men to follow him
to the lower story. He knew that without water all
hope of resistance must quickly disappear. Certain
death awaited him who should attempt to reach the
well in the parade ground. There was.no other.

“So,” said Christie, with a calm cheerfulness, “we
must needs dig one nearer at hand.” With this, he
and his two men set to work tearing up the floor of
the lower story, and, seizing a spade, the commander
himself began flinging out the earth beneath it.

Inspired by this example, his men worked with a
will at this cheerless task, and in spite of darkness,
heat, thirst, and the suffocating atmosphere, never
was a well sunk more quickly. At the same time it
was not half completed when so serious a fire broke
out on the roof that the entire remaining stock of
water was exhausted in extinguishing it.

An hour later the roof was again in a blaze; but
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Donald caused himself to be lowered by a rope, and
amid a shower of bullets tore away the flaming
shingles with his bare hands. ‘Thus was the danger
once more averted.

By this time the day was well spent. Several of
the garrison had been killed, and a number were
wounded. These last called piteously for water,
and gazed with longing eyes at the limitless expanse
of the lake, so near at hand and yet so hopelessly
remote. By sunset the well-diggers were in moist
earth, before nine o’clock the wounded were eagerly
quaffing a muddy liquid that gave them new life,
and by midnight two feet of water stood in the well.

During the night, although the enemy’s fire was
slackened, it never entirely ceased. Balls of blaz-
ing pitch were discharged at frequent intervals, and
no moment of rest was allowed the weary garrison.
At daybreak, exulting cries from the rear, and a
ruddy glow, announced some new cause for anxiety.
In a few minutes the worst was known. The under-
ground approach had been advanced as far as Chris-
tie’s quarters, which were immediately set on fire.
Only a narrow space separated this building from
the blockhouse, and with the fierce blaze of its pine
logs the stifling heat in the latter became almost
unsupportable. It seemed to the men that the time
to yield had come; but their commander was not yet
ready to acknowledge the situation as hopeless.
Even when the scorched and smoking walls of their
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prison house burst into flame, he only bade them
work the harder, and inspired them by his own hero-
ism. Thanks to the new well, they succeeded in
holding the flames in check until the blazing build-
ing that had threatened them finally sank into a mass
of glowing embers, and their little fortress still stood
intact.

With the reaction following this supreme effort,
many of the men again gave way to despair. All
were sickened by the great heat, the stifling smoke,
and the exhaustion of twenty-four hours of continu-
ous fighting. Donald held to his strength better
than any, because from his perilous position on the
roof he could at least breathe pure air; while Chris-
tie, who fought beside his men, was so upheld by
his indomitable will that he would not acknowledge
fatigue.

So the defence was maintained, until the second
day of incessant toil, fighting, and hoping against
hope for relief, dragged out its weary length, and
darkness once more brooded over Presque Isle.
From behind the breastworks rifles flashed inces-
santly until midnight, when the firing ceased, and
from out of the darkness a voice hailed the fort in
English.

“What is wanted?” demanded Christie.

“You are called upon to surrender,” answered the

voice, “since further resistance is useless.”
“And if I refuse?”
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“Then you will shortly be blown into eternity.
Your fort is undermined, and a great store of powder
is already in position to blow it up. If you surren-
der, your lives shall be spared.”

“Ask them to wait until morning for your an-
swer,” suggested Donald, inalowtone. “I havea
particular reason for the request.”

Christie agreed to this, and the proposition was
submitted.

There was a long pause, and an evident discus-
sion, before the voice answered : —

“The beggars will only grant that request on one
condition.”

“Name it.”

“It is that neither you nor those under your com-
mand shall make any attempt to escape during the
time of truce.”

“Am I under your command, Christie?” asked
Donald.

“ Certainly not,” was the answer.

“All right. I only wanted to be sure that the
condition wouldn’t bind me.”

“Well,” cried the voice, impatiently, “do you
agree?”

“J agree,” replied Christie, “and by sunrise will
have ready my final answer.”

In the profound and grateful quiet that followed
the cessation of firing, most of the exhausted garri-
son flung themselves down where they stood, and
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were instantly buried in slumber. Donald and
Christie sought food, and while they ate discussed
the situation.

“You have splendidly defended your post, Chris-
tie, but you have come to the end of your resources,”
said the former. “You could not hold out for an-
other day, even if what that fellow said about the
mine should prove false.”

“No, I suppose not,” replied the young com-
mander, sadly. “My poor lads are nearly used up.”

“Then you will surrender?”

“T suppose so.”

“Tn that case, they will probably spare your lives,
at least until they get you to the Indian villages near
Detroit.”

“They may do so.”

“But you will be prisoners, and that is what I
cannot afford to become. I must retain my freedom,
if it lies within my power to do so, until I have
found Edith, or discovered her fate.”

“ What do you propose to do?” inquired Christie,
starting from his despondent attitude.

“JT mean to leave this place within an hour and
take to the woods.”

“But—”

“There are no buts, my dear fellow. I am deter~
mined to make the attempt. You have acknowledged
that Iam not under your command, and so am not
held by the condition just imposed. I hate to leave
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you, and would a thousand times rather stand by you
and share your fate, whatever it may be; but my
duty seems to lie so plainly in another direction
that I must go.”

“You are right, Hester,” assented Christie, sadly,
“and with all my heart do I wish I were free to
share your mission. ‘There is no peril, no hardship,
that I would not gladly face in the cause for which
you are enlisted. I tremble, though, for your safety,
and cannot believe that you will escape without
detection from the savages who encircle us.”

“TI can try,” answered Donald, “and the cause is
certainly worthy of the effort.”

So it was settled, and soon afterward the two
young men, whose friendship had become like the
love of brothers, stood by the partially opened door
of the blockhouse. The night was of inky blackness,
and the silence was profound. Only a dull glow
still lighted faintly the smouldering ruins of the
commandant’s quarters. Donald held a rifle, and
bore with him a stout knife, a small supply of am-
munition, and a little store of food. No word accom-
panied the parting. There was but a long, firm hand
clasp, and then one was gone as noiselessly as a
fleeting shadow, while the other remained to meet
his unknown fate.
CHAPTER XXV

DONALD FIRES THE MINE AND SAVES THE BLOCK-~
HOUSE

Kyowine the savage nature as well as he did,
Donald believed that his well-loved friend, as well
as every one of the gallant fellows under his com-
mand, would be put to death in case they surren-
dered; or, if they were spared for the time being, it
would only be for torture in the Indian villages.
He was determined, therefore, to make an effort to
save them; but his half-formed plan was of such a
perilous nature that he dared not confide it to Chris-
tie, for he knew that the latter would never consent
to its being undertaken. Once outside the block-
house, however, and lost to sight in the darkness, he
was free to act as he pleased.

After going a few steps he paused to listen, but
no sound save that of night-birds and the lapping of
little waves on the lake shore came to his ears. The
silence was profound, and assured him that even the
savages, wearied with long fighting, were snatching
a few hours of sleep. On either side of him lay the
still smoking ruins of the post, for of all its build-
ings, the stronghold of logs alone remained standing.
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From these charred heaps, fitful flames, fanned
into life by the soft night breeze, sprang up every
now and then, casting fantastic bits of light and
shadow over the scene of desolation.

Reassured by the silence, the young soldier swiftly
crossed the open space beyond which lay the forest,
and skirted the latter to the lake shore. There he
hid his rifle and his supplies in the hollow of a tree,
so that he might have greater freedom of action.
Then he worked his way cautiously toward the rude
breastworks facing the blockhouse. A small fire of
driftwood burned dimly behind these, and about it
sat several blanketed figures. In no other direc-
tion was there a sign of wakefulness.

Donald was now crawling on hands and knees.
Suddenly he encountered a figure lying prone in his
path, and had touched it before aware of its prox-
imity. Instantly he, too, lay flat on the ground,
and, with heavy breathing, so feigned sleep that
the aroused savage was deceived into believing the
form beside him to be that of some restless comrade.
So he turned over with a grunt, and again dozed
into unconsciousness.

After a few minutes Donald ventured to move,
and then to pursue his way with a greater caution
than before. Now he passed other sleeping forms,
and even stepped over one whom he could not other-
wise avoid. Finally, after more than an hour of
intense anxiety and stealthy movement, only advanc-
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ing by inches, and with frequent motionless pauses,
he discovered the place of which he was in search.
It was the mouth of the mine that the Indians had
spent two days and nights in excavating. As he had
conjectured, it lay very near the little fire beside
which sat the drowsy guard, and not until he was
well within its profound shadow did he venture to
draw a full breath.

The passage was very low, but of sufficient width
to allow two persons to pass each other, and after
penetrating it a short distance he found that it took
a turn to the left. At this angle he was perplexed
by coming into contact with fragments of charred
wood. Wondering for what purpose these had been
brought there, he still moved forward, determined
to discover whether or not the statement concerning
a store of powder beneath the blockhouse was true.
All at once his outstretched hands came into contact
with something that barred his further progress. It
was hard, smooth, and round. There were other
similar objects above, below, and on both sides of
it. They were powder kegs, five in all, and of a size
that should contain twenty pounds. One hundred
pounds of powder! Enough to lift the little fortress
from its foundations and scatter its timbers far and
wide. The savages had made no empty boast, and,
unless he could save his recent companions, their
fate was surely sealed.

What could he do? Time was precious, for day-
DONALD SAVES THE BLOCKHOUSE 189

light could not be far off. Beyond this point he had
formed no plan. He had hoped to find both the
tunnel and its contents but an ingenious fiction to
frighten Christie into a surrender. Now it was a
startling and overwhelming truth. He could not
remove the powder by the way he had come. In
fact, he doubted if he could effect his own escape
that way, so thickly were the sleeping savages dis-
persed about the entrance to the tunnel. In this
predicament, and with the intensity of his thinking,
great beads of perspiration started to his forehead,
and he clenched his hands until they ached.

The mine was all ready for firing. He knew this
by discovering that one of the powder kegs was
open, and by finding the end of a rudely made fuse
buried in its contents. Who had taught the Indians
this diabolical trick of warfare? Never before had
they been known to prepare a mine. They must
have been instructed by some white man, and one
possessed of military knowledge. All at once Don-
ald recalled the voice that had demanded the surren-
der of the blockhouse. Certainly, no Indian ever
spoke English like that. Had there not been a
familiar ring to the tones? It seemed so now,
though he had been too intent on other thoughts to
notice it at the time. Still he was not sure, the
impression was too slight.

All these things flashed through Donald’s mind
in a moment, while his hands were feeling out the
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exact condition of the mine. How long was that
fuse? He traced it backward as its evil length
stretched along the bottom of the tunnel. It led to
the angle, and there he again encountered the frag-
ments of burned wood. At one side the tunnel
widened, and here its wall was entirely composed of
this material. Where could it have come from? It
was freshly charred. The Indians would never have
brought it there and piled it in that confusion. It
must have fallen from above! There must be an
opening! If there only was, he would know just
what todo. There would be no difficulty then about
forming a plan.

With eager haste Donald began pulling away the
burned ends of timbers and logs. He had hardly
begun before the whole mass gave way, and slid
down on him. Fortunately, there was not much of
it, and, though he was nearly smothered by dust and
ashes, he quickly scrambled from the débris, and
listened with loudly beating heart. He realized
that he had found an opening to the surface, and
was wildly exultant over the discovery, but could
hardly believe that the noise of the sliding material,
which had sounded to him like an avalanche, should
not have aroused the savages. So, for some minutes,
he listened, and then, reassured by the continued
silence, ventured to climb up to the open air. He
had but a few feet to go, and once at the surface in-
stantly recognized his surroundings. He was beside
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the ruins of Christie’s quarters, and just beyond
rose the black mass of the blockhouse, in which he
had recently suffered so much.

But that glow in the east, against which it was
outlined so distinctly! It could not be that the
night was already gone and daylight near at hand.
Yes, it was, though; and, realizing that his working
time was now limited to minutes, Donald slid back
into the tunnel, and began to carry the powder kegs,
one at a time, toward its outer end, placing them as
near the entrance as he dared venture. He was
forced to work slowly in that confined space, as well
as with the utmost caution; for, by the rapidly in-
creasing light, he caught occasional glimpses of dusky
forms passing and repassing the entrance, showing
that the enemy was already astir. He expected each
time that he returned from the further end of the mine
to be confronted by some burly savage, and became
so nervous at the prospect that the utmost exercise of
his will power was required to enable him to com-
plete his task. At length it was finished. All the
kegs were removed to their new position and piled
about the one whose open head admitted the fuse.
The other end of this reached half way to the new
place of exit.

Almost breathless with nervous excitement, he
knelt beside the farther end of the fuse, and with
trembling hands attempted to ignite it by a spark
struck from flint and steel. Again and again the
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spark flew aside, but at length there came a slight
flash and a spluttering flame.

Heavens! How fast that roughly made fuse
burned! Almost like an open train of powder.
Donald had hardly thought of his own danger; but
a single glance at that hissing line of fire caused him
to spring to his place of exit. He scrambled through
it, and darted at full speed across the open toward
the forest, heedless of everything save a desire to
place as great a distance as possible between himself
and the awful fire fiend about to leap forth.

As he reached the edge of the woods and turned
to look, the explosion came. He saw a sheet of
vivid flame, that dimmed the brightness of the rising
sun, leaping in air. At the same instant, as though
it had been a thunderbolt and hurled at him, he was
struck senseless by a crashing blow on the head,
delivered from behind.

The four or five crouching figures that had been
grimly watching Donald’s approach, and sprang up
to receive him as he turned to look back, were for a
moment petrified with fright at the suddenness and
violence of the shock. Then, moved by a common
impulse, and without a word being spoken, they
lifted their unconscious captive, ran with him to the
lake shore, bundled him into a canoe, and pushed off.

Upon the Indians behind the breastwork, where
the full force of the explosion was felt, the effect
was so disastrous that the panic-stricken survivors
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rushed madly for their canoes. Many of these were
damaged, and some crushed beyond repair, by the
rain of logs, stones, and other missiles hurled from
the dense smoke-cloud that was slowly drifting to
leeward in fleecy folds.

Although the blockhouse was violently shaken, it
remained standing, and, after a moment of conster-
nation, its garrison rushed out to hasten the flight of
their terrified foes. A few ran to the breastwork
on the lake shore, and gazed wonderingly at the
smoking hole from which the torrent of flame had
burst. The rest, headed by Christie, charged upon
the Indians behind the creek bank, who, although
preparing for flight, were not quite so bereft of their
senses as those who had felt the full shock of the
upheaval. Some-of them even turned on the whites,
who rushed so recklessly among them; so that for a
minute a fierce hand-to-hand fight raged on the
narrow strand, and even among the crowded canoes
in the water. In the confusion of this mélée
Christie became separated from his men, and ere
he realized the full peril of his position received
several knife wounds in quick succession. Stagger-
ing under these, he fell, was instantly ee into
a canoe, and borne away.

It was only after the last of the canoes Tie made
good its escape, leaving many dead savages behind,
that the little force of breathless but exulting sol-

diers discovered their leader to be missing. In vain
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did they search for him. In vain did they run along
the shore, firing ineffectual shots at the departing
fleet. He was not to be found, nor had they any
knowledge of his fate.

So their jubilation over this wonderful deliverance
and victory was turned into sorrow, and it was with
heavy hearts that, abandoning the little fortress, they
set forth on a retreat towards the Niagara.
CHAPTER XXVI
FRIENDS IN CAPTIVITY

Not until the panic-stricken savages had put
many miles of water between them and the scene
of their recent discomfiture did they venture to land
and establish a camp in which to attend to their
wounded, repair damaged canoes, and recover as far
as possible from the disaster of the morning. Among
the first craft to make a landing was that in which
Donald Hester, after slowly recovering conscious-
ness, had lain for several hours, nearly blinded with
a headache, so intense that a band of fire seemed to
encircle his throbbing temples, vaguely wondering
what had happened and where he was. On reaching
the shore, the other occupants of the canoe disap-
peared without paying any attention to him; and,
being thus left to his own devices, he proceeded to
quench his feverish thirst as well as bathe his aching
head. He wondered at finding blood clotted in his
hair, and, dimly recalling the explosion, fancied that
in some way he must have been among its victims.
While he was thus engaged, other canoes were arriv-
ing and being drawn up on the beach. Beyond them
fires were lighted, and already savoury odours of cook-
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ing reminded him how very faint he was from
hunger. While considering how he should procure
some of the food that seemed so abundant, his gaze
was suddenly arrested by the appearance of a white
man, who was stepping feebly from one of the latest-
arrived canoes. For a moment Donald could hardly
believe his own eyes. Then he strode hastily forward
with outstretched hand.

“Christie, my dear fellow! Is it possible?”

“Donald! How came you here?” exclaimed the
new arrival, his drawn face lighting with the recog-
nition of a dear friend amid so many enemies.

“But you are wounded!” they both cried at
once.

“A mere nothing,” said Donald.

“Only a few scratches,” answered Christie, in a
careless tone.

Each insisted on bathing and binding up, as well
as circumstances would admit, the hurts of the other,
for which purpose they tore strips from Christie’s
shirt. Donald was relieved to find that the knife-
cuts from which his friend was bleeding were only
flesh wounds, and not at all dangerous; while the
latter was equally pleased to discover that the ugly
gash on Donald’s head looked much more serious
than it really was.

Their surgical operations ended, the two sought
some place where they might rest, and learn from
each other the causes of the captivity that brought
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about such an unexpected meeting. They seemed to
be unguarded and left entirely to their own devices,
but the moment they attempted to go beyond the
noisy limits of the camp they were confronted by a
rifle-bearing young warrior who sternly motioned
them back. Being thus repulsed several times, they
were finally compelled to sit under a tree, well within
the confines of the camp and in view of all its busy
occupants. Here Christie learned of Donald’s ad-
ventures since their midnight parting, and, while
applauding his bravery, chided him for engaging in
so dangerous an undertaking.

“Tf it had only been wholly successful, and left
you at liberty,” said Donald, “TI should feel amply
repaid.”

“And so it would have done, but for my own
carelessness,” replied Christie, who thereupon gave
an account of the explosion, its effect on the savages,
and the manner in which he had fallen into their
hands, while his men escaped. “I can’t understand
that mine business, though,” he said, in conclusion,
“for I had no idea Indians were up to such things.”

“Do you recall the capital English of the person
who demanded your surrender last night?” asked
Donald.

“ Certainly.”

‘Did the voice sound at all familiar?”

“T can’t say that it did. Why?”

“It was that of an Englishman, though?”
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“T believe so. And of course it was he who de-
vised the plan of the mine. He must have been
some renegade British soldier. The scoundrel!
Would that I had him in my power for just five
minutes! He must have met his just deserts, though,
and fallen a victim to his own diabolical trap, thanks
to you, for, besides ourselves, there is certainly no
white man in this camp.”

“Tf that is the case, and my own surmise is a true
one, I don’t know whether I am most glad or sorry,”
said Donald.

“What do you mean? What is your surmise?”
inquired Christie, curiously.

“ Do you remember that I mentioned seeing a cer-
tain bath-tub in one of the canoes that brought this
war-party ?”

“ Bullen’s? Of course Ido. But you can’t for an
instant imagine that he had a hand in this outrage?”

“Well, you undoubtedly know the paymaster
better than I, but I must confess that I should like
to meet him, and hear his own account of his move-
ments during the past ten days or so.”

“That you are not likely to do, at least not for
some time to come, if ever; and in the meantime I
wish you could dismiss from your mind every shadow
of such a terrible suspicion against a brother officer,”
said Christie, gravely.

“ All right, my dear fellow, I will try to do so out
of admiration for your loyalty to our cloth, if for no
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other reason. Now, to change the subject, what do
you suppose is going on over there?”

“T have been wondering,” replied Christie, “and
at the same time admiring the barbaric gorgeousness
of that central figure. He is certainly the most
terrific dandy in savage style that ever I laid eyes
on. Seems to be in some sort of a mess with his
fellow-heathen, too, judging from his expression and
surroundings. It looks like some sort of forest
court-martial: and, by Jove! I believe it is one.”

The scene thus referred to was that of a circle of
grave warriors seated about a small fire, and listening
to the harangue of one who stood in an open space
reserved for him at one side. Beyond the circle
were gathered the younger men and such squaws as
were free from culinary duties. The speaker was,
as Christie had remarked, an Indian dandy of the
most extreme type, although short in stature as
compared with the long-limbed warriors surround-
ing him. His head was surmounted by a gaudily
coloured plume of feathers held in place by a
glittering band or tiara that encircled his brows.
Secured about his waist by a broad belt of rattlesnake
skin, but falling back from the upper part of his
body, was a fine white blanket edged with fur and
so elaborately embroidered with beads and quills
that the original fabric was almost concealed. His
feet and ankles were protected by moccasins of
fawn skin, also beautifully embroidered. But the
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triumph of forest art, as displayed on his person,
lay in the wonderful painting of his entire body,
which was covered with intricate designs in the most
vivid colours ona background of black, and the pris-
matic effect was so bewilderingly gorgeous, that, as
Christie said to Donald, “it was enough to mortify a
rainbow.”

In spite of his paint and feathers the individual
thus lavishly decorated did not seem happy. In fact,
he appeared miserably nervous and apprehensive ; or,
as Christie remarked, as though he had been condemned
to exchange his gaudiness for something more modest,
like the plumage of a peacock, for instance. ‘“ Isn’t
he lovely, though?” continued the young officer.
“ Now I know, what I should never otherwise have
suspected, that the savage mind is capable of an
artistic expression more sublime than anything yet
conceived by civilization.”

“Yes,” replied Donald, absently, “but there are
several things about the fellow that I don’t under-
stand. To begin with, he is talking to those other
chaps through an interpreter. Then he does not
gesticulate, while most Indian orators depend more
upon signs than words for effect. He stands with
his toes turned out, and his ears are not cut. In
fact, I don’t believe he is any more an Indian than
IT am.”

“What do you think he is?” inquired Christie,
apprehensively.
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“JT don’t know what he is; but I believe him to be
an —a Frenchman.”

“Oh!” said the other, in a relieved tone. “Do
you really? I— Hello? what’s that? Bullen’s
tub! By Jove!”

One of the older chiefs had been talking for a few
moments, and now, evidently by his command, two
young men brought the famous bath-tub into the
circle and set it down close beside the dandy.
Another presented a dish of water. The gorgeous
individual shuddered as he took it, like one show-
ing the first symptoms of hydrophobia. He looked
imploringly about him, said something which was
answered by an angry exclamation to the effect that
the order just given must be obeyed.

The man stooped, took something from a compart-
ment in the tub, with trembling hand, apparently
dropped it into the vessel of water, and lifted the
latter into plain view. In a breathless silence all
eyes were turned toward it. For a moment the
gorgeous one held it aloft, and then, as no result
followed his manipulation, he dropped it with a sort
of a groan, and gazed about him with the fearfulness
of a hunted animal.

A murmur of discontent arose from the savage
throng surrounding him. Donald glanced at Christie,
whose face had grown deadly pale, but said nothing.
Both young men had risen in their excitement, and now
stood watching the strange scene with eager interest.
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Now the elderly warrior picked up a stone and
handed it to the dandy with an expressive gesture.
Instead of obeying he shook his head despairingly,
and an ominous growl came from the assemblage.
Again Donald looked at Christie, whose face was
now tense and drawn, as though he were suffering
mental anguish.

Amid a deadly silence the warrior again advanced,
and handed the man a smooth piece of bark, at the
same time making certain motions that seemed to be
clearly understood. The unfortunate dandy took the
bark and held it irresolutely for a moment, while his
gaze roved wildly over the assembly. All at once
it rested on the two white men, whose presence he
~ seemed to note for the first time. With a loud cry
he dropped the bark and started to. run in their
direction.

In an instant he was seized, and with yells of rage
the throng of savages rushed toward him. Eager
hands tore away the nodding plume of feathers,
the embroidered robe, and whatever else they could
clutch, until only his coat of paint remained. Then,
as the warriors stepped aside, the squaws, armed
with sticks and clubs, fell upon him like so many
furies, beating him unmercifully. He howled, danced,
fought, ran this way and that, and, finally, breaking
from his tormentors, fled to where the two young
men were standing.
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“Save me!” he cried. “Christie! Hester! save
me!”

“By Heavens! It is Bullen!” gasped Christie.

“So I thought some time ago,” said Donald.

As the fugitive reached them, he sprang behind
Donald, crying, —

“The mark on your arm, Hester! Show it to
them! Nothing else will save us!”

With these words he clutched at the sleeve of
Donald’s hunting-shirt with such energy it was torn
from the shoulder, and the tattooed token was fully
displayed. At sight of it the foremost of the mob,
which had been intent on capturing the trembling
figure now crouched behind Donald, halted as though
in obedience to an imperious order. Then they
crowded forward for a closer examination of the
talismanic mark, staring at it with expressions of
awe and wonder.
CHAPTER XXVII

HOW THE PAYMASTER NAVIGATED LAKE ERIE IN
A TUB

As already stated, Donald was ignorant of the
meaning of the mark tattooed on his arm, but with
this manifestation of its power he could not longer
doubt that, to Indian eyes at least, its significance
was of great importance. This was the third time
that it had afforded him material aid in times of
critical danger, though Bullen had witnessed its
effect but once, and Christie never until the present
moment. Moreover, as the latter had not learned
until now that his friend bore such a mark, his amaze-
ment at the paymaster’s appearance was divided with
curiosity concerning it. That it was a powerful
talisman was proved by the evidence; for not only
had the furious squaws who were belabouring poor
Bullen slunk away when it was extended protect-
ingly above him, but the warriors now gazing at it
-were evidently animated only by a respectful curi-
osity. As Christie also looked at the magic emblem,
he saw the outline of an animal, that might be meant
for a bear, encircled by an oval formed of two ser-
pents. Above the whole was a tiny triangle, enclos-
ing the rude semblance of an eye.
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Several of the Indians surrounding Donald pointed
to figures on their own arms, similar to that of the
animal on his, but without the remainder of the de-
vice. These gravely shook hands with him, and
then walked away. Then came the one who had
acted as Bullen’s interpreter, and proudly displayed
on his arm a tattooed mark identical with that borne
by Donald, save that the surmounting eye was not
enclosed. This man did not offer to shake hands;
but, folding his arms in a peculiar manner, as though
to indicate the oval of serpents, bowed and asked,
in broken French: “What will my brother of the
magic circle have? It is his to command, and mine
to obey.”

“YT will have,” replied the young man, quickly
adapting his tone to the occasion, “food for myself
and my friend. Then I would be left for a season,
that I may question this white man, who, painted
like a son of the forest, yet seeks my protection.
Also, if my brother of the Metai is so inclined, I
would learn something of the charge against him.”

“Tt shall be done as my brother desires,” answered
the other. ‘As to the charge against this white man,
it must also be told, for all things may be learned by
the Metai. Know, then, that he came to us as a
great medicine man, who wished to become Indian.
He performed marvellous deeds, and won our confi-
dence. He offered to show us how we might safely
capture the fort of the log house. He placed powder
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so as to destroy it. Then, in the night, when all
was ready, he moved the powder by his magic.
Without going near the place where it was he made
“it to explode, so that it killed many of our young
men, and turned to water the hearts of others. For
this wickedness the Great Spirit took from him his
medicine, so that he can no longer do the things he
once did, as was shown in the tests butnow. There-
fore is he become a dog, and must die as a dog when
my brother shall be finished with him.”

“Tt is well,” replied Donald, gravely, “and later
I will speak further concerning this matter with my
brother of the Metai, and with the chiefs.”

With another profound bow the interpreter retired,
while the squaws brought an abundance of cooked
meat and parched corn, which they set before the
famished white men. One of them also brought
bandages, and a healing salve for the dressing of
Donald’s wound; but by signs he intimated that she
must first attend to Christie’s hurts, which she did.

Then they were left to themselves, and fell raven-
ously upon the food; but when Christie saw that
Bullen was about to eat with them, he drew back,
and said sternly: “ Hester, I doubt if it is becoming
for officers loyal to His Majesty’s service to break
bread with one who is, to say the least, under a
grave suspicion of treachery.”

“Do you mean. that I am thus suspected?” de-
manded the paymaster.
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“T do, Mr. Bullen,” replied Christie.

“But I can easily explain everything. You
see—”

“Were you not with the enemy during the attack
on Fort Presque Isle?”

“Yes; but—”

“Did you not teach him to throw up breastworks
and open a mine?”

“T did; but—”

“Was it not you who demanded the surrender of
the post?”

“Tt was; but as —”

“That will do, sir. Your admissions are suffi-
cient to debar you from our company. Hester, if
this man insists upon eating now, we must let him
eat alone.”

“For Heaven’s sake, gentlemen!” cried the little
man, with an agonized expression on his painted
face. “Do not condemn me without a hearing. I
can explain everything to your satisfaction, indeed
I can.”

“Tt seems to me that you are a little hasty in your
conclusions, Christie,” said Donald.. “It is cer-
tainly unfair to condemn a man without hearing
what he has to say, and I for one am too hungry to
listen to Mr. Bullen’s explanations before eating.
So let us fall to and dispose of the more pressing
matter before we consider the more important.”

‘Although Christie accepted this advice, he did so
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with a bad grace, for he was feeling very keenly
the loss of his post; and the meal was eaten in an
embarrassing silence. When it was finished, they
rid themselves of its débris by simply removing to
another place, where, though many eyes watched
them curiously from all parts of the camp, they were
allowed to converse unmolested.

“Now, Mr. Bullen,” said Donald, who was forced
to take the lead by Christie’s stiff silence, “we shall
be pleased to listen to your story, and especially glad
to have you explain away the suspicions which, you
must confess, we have grounds for entertaining.”

“Yes,” replied the little paymaster, whose present
humbleness was in striking contrast to his former
pomposity, “I can understand how, from your point
of view, my recent course of action may be open to
misconception. I hope, however, to prove to. you
very quickly that, while I may have made mis-
takes and played the part of a fool, I have acted
with the most honourable intentions, as well as with
a sincere desire to advance the cause to which I
am pledged. You need not fear that I shall omit
any detail, nor fail to state the exact facts of the
case, for I realize only too clearly how absolutely my
reputation rests in the hands of you two. I also
believe that my very life depends on Hester’s in-
fluence with yonder savages, and the extent to
which he is willing to exert it. Therefore, with
your permission, I will begin my story at the mo-
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ment when, as I was taking my accustomed evening
bath on Pelee Point some ten days ago, there came
a sound of distant firing that caused you, Hester, to
seize your gun and disappear without a word. I
must say that at the time I felt rather sore over
your desertion, nor can I understand now how it is
that I meet you so far from those whom I thought
you were most anxious to discover and protect.”

“Do you mean,” demanded Donald, excitedly,
“that you know what became of my sister Edith
and her companion?”

“TI do, for I not only spent two days in their com-
pany about a week ago, but it is owing to Miss Hes-
ter, your sister, that I find myself in this present
predicament.”

“How? Where? Are they safe?” demanded
both listeners.

“I believe them to be comparatively safe,” re-
plied Bullen, “but if you will permit me to con-
tinue my story in my own way, you can judge for
yourselves.”

“Very well! only get on quickly,” urged Chris-
tie, who was now as eagerly interested as he had
been indifferent but a moment before.

“As I was saying,” continued the paymaster,
“Hester had hardly disappeared when both myself
and my man were seized by the Indians of our crew,
and for a moment I thought they were about to put

us to death. Then they hit on another plan with
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regard to me, which was to set me adrift, naked as
I was, in my tub. What they did with poor Tum-
mas I have no knowledge.”

“Set you adrift in your tub?” repeated Donald,
incredulously.”

“Yes. You know I always claimed that it was a
capital life preserver, though I. must admit that I
would have chosen to test its sea-going qualities
on a body of water somewhat smaller than Lake
Erie. However, as I had no choice in the matter, I
was set adrift, as I say. Fortunately for me the sea
was smooth, for an off-shore breeze soon carried me
beyond reach and sight of land, where I must
quickly have been swamped had there been any
waves moving. After awhile I became so thor-
oughly chilled and benumbed that I thought I
should perish with the cold, as indeed I should,
had I not bethought me of the canvas hood on the
back of my tub. This, after infinite labour, and the
most careful balancing to prevent an upset, I finally
managed to obtain. Wrapped in it, I made out to
exist through that fearful night, which seemed as
though it would never end.

“In the morning I was out of sight of land,
though soon after sunrise I detected a speck lying
in the direction I was taking, that afterwards proved
to be asmall island. A breeze sprang up with the
sun, and though it drove me along more rapidly, it
also sent little waves slopping over the sides of my
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tub, so that I was obliged to bail pretty constantly
with a sponge. At the same time I was broiled and
frizzled by the blaze of the sun on my bare body.
To remedy this, I bit away some of the stitches in
the bottom of my canvas bag, until I made an open-
ing through which I could thrust my head. I com-
pleted the garment thus formed by opening holes in
the sides for my arms. Upon my unprotected head,
which, as you see, is inclined to be bald, the sun
beat with such fury that I feared my brain would
be affected, until I conceived the happy thought of
tying on a wet sponge.

“By the time I was thus equipped, it was nearly
noon, and the island I had been approaching all the
morning was close at hand. I saw, however, that I
was in danger of drifting past without touching it,
and to avert this evil I began to paddle with my
hands. In order to preserve the equilibrium of the
tub under these efforts I was obliged to paddle it
back foremost. Thus I was completely hidden from
the shore, nor could I see it save at a distance on
either side.

“At length, when I was about used up by this
unaccustomed exertion, my craft touched bottom,
and I joyfully stepped out in water not over my
knees. To my dismay, I was immediately seized
by a couple of savages, who had evidently been wait-
ing for me, and found that I had escaped from one
enemy only to fall into the hands of another. The
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feeling thus experienced was, however, as nothing
compared with what I underwent when I saw stand-
ing but a short distance away three ladies, who were
regarding me with curiosity and amazement. Im-
agine, if you can, my mingled horror and pleasure
at recognizing in two of them the very persons
whom you and I, Hester, had been so anxious to
overtake.”

“Not my sister!” cried Donald.

“Yes, your sister, Miss Edith, and Madam Roth-
say. I don’t think they recognized me at first, for
when I tried to make the best of the situation by
speaking and expressing my happiness at thus meet-
ing them, Miss Edith gave a sort of a gasp and
cried: ‘Why, aunty! I do believe it is Mr. Bul-
len!’ She seemed so distressed, that I hastened not
only to assure her of my identity, but that with the
exception of a few blisters I was quite well. I also
attempted to divert her mind by praising the won-
derful sea-going qualities of my tub; but all at once
she —””

“Oh, Bullen! Bullen! oh Lord! I imagine the
tableau!” roared Donald, shouting with uncon-
trollable laughter at the scene thus presented to his
imagination. Even Christie smiled. The startled
Indians regarded the white men with wonder, and
the little paymaster gazed at Donald with mute
indignation.
CHAPTER XXVIII
THE PAYMASTER IN WAR-PAINT AND FEATHERS

“THAT is just what Miss Edith did,” remarked
Bullen, in a grieved tone, when Donald’s outburst
of mirth had somewhat subsided.

“What?”

“Laughed. And when I tried to convince her
that my unfortunate predicament was not a subject
for merriment, she only laughed the more, until
finally she ran away and disappeared in the forest,
with which most of the island was covered.”

“Well, I don’t blame her,” said Donald. ‘“ Why,
man, the spectacle must have been enough to make
agraven image chuckle. Didn’t Madam Rothsay
laugh, too?”

“Certainly not. She only coughed and smiled
and apologized in the sweetest manner for having
accidentally been a witness to my arrival; hoped they
would have the pleasure of seeing me later after I
had recovered from the effects of my voyage, and
all that sort of thing. Behaved in the most lady-
like manner, by Jove.”

“And the third lady? By the way, who was
she?”
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“Oh, she was only an Indian girl; but a stunner,
for all that. She may have laughed, but I didn’t
notice; for she ran after Miss Edith. I found out
about her afterwards. She is Pontiac’s daughter,
and her name is Ah-mo, which means the bee or
the sweet one. She was educated in the convent at
Montreal and went into society there. Refused a
French count, I believe, and all that sort of thing.
Don’t you remember the fellows at Niagara were
talking of her? As near as I could make out, she
had been sent by her father to look after the ladies
at the time of the attack on Cuyler’s party, and was
acting the part of hostess when I met them, or some-
thing of that kind.”

“Ah-mo,” repeated Donald, meditatively, and
smiling as though the name recalled a -pleasant vis-
ion. “Well, what became of you after that?”

“Oh! when they saw that I was a friend of the
ladies, those Indian chaps behaved very decently;
took me to their camp, gave me something to eat,
and fixed me up as well as they knew how. Of
course I was obliged to do the best I could with
what they had to offer, and as paint constituted the
principal part of their costume I was obliged to make
use of it. They all took a hand at decorating me,
and I must say that I think the tout ensemble of my
appearance as an Ottawa warrior was rather neat.”

“Extremely so,” admitted Donald.

“That white blanket I borrowed from Miss Pon-
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tiac,” continued the little paymaster, “and the moc-
casins I got from her brother. Of course there
wasn’t such a thing as a wig to be had, and so I made
a liberal use of feathers in its place. The best part
of the day was spent in getting me into shape, and
when I called on the ladies in the evening I vow
they didn’t recognize me. Took me for a sure-
enough Indian, and thinking I didn’t understand
English, I suppose, passed remarks on my ap-
pearance.

““Tsn’t he a guy?’ said Miss Edith.

“‘Not at all,’ replied Madam Rothsay; ‘he is by
far the best-looking Indian I have seen, and I
shouldn’t be surprised if he were Pontiac himself.’ ”’

Here Donald winked at Christie.

“When I thanked her for the compliment,” con-
tinued the paymaster, “and they recognized my
voice, I thought that Miss Edith would have a fit,
she laughed so immoderately. In fact, she did noth-
ing but laugh whenever she caught sight of me until
an event occurred that gave her something more seri-
ous to think about. It struck me as being pretty
rough on a man who was trying to make the most
of his opportunity to win her good graces.”

“What happened to divert her from the absurdity
of your masquerade?” inquired Christie.

“Nothing more nor less than news of the proposed
attack on you,” replied Bullen. ‘“ During the second
day of my stay on the island, the war-party destined
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for Presque Isle came along and camped there for a
few hours. I had been amusing myself and estab-
lishing a reputation as medicine man among the
few Indians stationed there, by rehearsing some of
my old tricks, and when this new gang appeared,
nothing would do but an exhibition for their benefit.
They were so impressed with my power over the fire-
demon, that they invited me to join them. They
promised me all sorts of honours if I would comply,
and threatened to test my powers by subjecting me
to torture by fire in case I refused. I had no idea
at that time of their especial mission, and was won-
dering how to escape from my awkward fix, when at
that moment Miss Edith appeared.”

“Laughing as usual, I suppose?” said Donald, a
little bitterly, for he was beginning to think that
his sister exhibited rather too much lightness of
heart, in view of the gravity of her own situation,
to say nothing of the dangers and hardships he was
undergoing on her behalf.

“So far from it,” replied the paymaster, “that
there were traces of tears on her cheeks, and she
was evidently suffering great mental distress.

“*Oh, Mr. Bullen!’ she said in a low tone, so as
not to be overheard by the savages, in case any of
them understood English, ‘I have just learned of
something dreadful. This war-party is on its way
to surprise Presque Isle, and capture the survivors
of poor Mr. Cuyler’s expedition, who have probably
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sought refuge there. Just think how terrible it
would be if they should succeed, and our friends
should be killed! Can’t you do something to frus-
trate their wicked plan? You seem to have gained
such an influence over them, I am sure you can if
you only will.’

“T was rather staggered by this news, of course,
and when she added: ‘If you would only try, Mr.
Bullen, and should succeed in saving the brave men
in that fort, I should ever esteem you among the
very dearest of my friends,’ my resolution was in-
stantly taken.

“TY answered: ‘For your sake, Miss Edith, I will
make the effort and do what lies in my power to
thwart the design of the red villains.’ With that
it was really touching to witness her gratitude and
to hear her say that she should pray for my safety
and success from that moment.”

“She must have reasoned that I would be search-
ing for her among Cuyler’s fugitives and would
very likely be in Presque Isle,” reflected Donald.

“T don’t see how that could be,” retorted Bullen;
“for I had carefully avoided any mention of your
name, or of the fact that I had met you, thinking it
useless cruelty to arouse her anxiety before your fate
was definitely known.”

“Which showed remarkable good sense on your
part, and I thank you for your consideration,” cried
Donald. “Her anxiety then must have been for —”
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“But how did you proceed to make good your
promise?” interrupted Christie, hastily. “It seems
to me you undertook a pretty big contract.”

“So it was,” responded the paymaster, “and in
order to carry it out, I became, from that moment,
an Indian of the Indians, a redskin of the redskins,
and a savage of the savages. Why, for the sake of
my paint I even gave up my daily tubbing, which, by
the way, in my present position of deposed medicine
man and white captive, I suppose I may have the
melancholy satisfaction of resuming. I immediately
agreed to accompany the war-party, telling them
that, having once adopted the Indian costume, I had
thereby cut myself off from all companionship with
the whites. I promised to teach them the art of
war as practised by the redcoats, and show them
how to capture Presque Isle without the loss of a
man.”

“Oh you did, did you?” growled Christie.

“Yes, I did, and to begin with, I delayed their
progress as much as possible, in the hope that Cuy-
ler might reach you before we overtook him, and
that you might join his retreat to Niagara. For
this purpose I insisted that they carry along my
tub, which, as I truly affirmed, contained all my
medicine. Every morning when they were ready
to start, I sat in it, under a closed tent of matting,
and performed magic which they dared not inter-
rupt. Sometimes the main body went on without
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us, so fearful were they of interfering with my
mystic rites.”

“What did you do under the tent?” asked
Donald.

“Oh, just jabbered gibberish and rattled things
and made smokes,” replied the ex-medicine man.

“Then, when we reached Presque Isle and found
it still occupied, I dissuaded them from an assault
and proposed the scheme of a mine by which the
fort might be destroyed without the loss of a war-
rior. According to their belief this mine was to
run directly to the blockhouse, but I so laid it out
that it should strike a building some distance away.
Then I meant to collect all their powder, harmlessly
explode it beneath the empty building, and thus
leave them without means for prosecuting the fight.
This plan miscarried through a cave-in of the roof,
which showed them the true location of the mine’s
end and gave them a chance to set fire to the build-
ing nearest the blockhouse, which they hoped thus
to destroy.

“When that plan failed, they continued the mine
in the direction indicated by their new bearings and
you would have been blown sky-high the moment it
was completed, had I not persuaded them to first
demand a surrender, and then wait until morning
for your answer. Then I hoped, after getting you
safely out of the place, with your arms and ammu-
nition, under the pretence of surrendering, to harm-
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lessly explode the mine, thus destroying all the
enemy’s powder, and leaving you masters of the
situation. How that plan was frustrated, you know
as well as I, though how the powder ever got moved
and prematurely exploded, I never expect to dis-
cover unless you had a hand in it, Christie.”

“No,” replied the ensign, who had just received
an expressive glance from Donald. “Neither I nor
those with me had any definite knowledge of your
mine before the explosion occurred.”

“Well, however it was caused, my plans were
completely defeated,” said Bullen, “and not only
that, but my reputation as a medicine man was
ruined. As soon as we got to this place, a council
was called, and I was charged with exploding the
mine so as to destroy the Indians instead of the
blockhouse. When I protested my innocence, they
argued that I must, then, have lost my power over
the fire-demon, and ordered me to repeat the magic
tricks by which I had gained their confidence. You
witnessed my humiliating failure, and its results;
even my effervescing powders had become damp and
failed to act.

“That is my story, gentlemen, and, if after hear-
ing it, you still doubt my loyalty to the service to
which we are all pledged, I can have no hope that
others will believe me. In that case I have no de-
sire to live and should make no struggle against the
fate these savages contemplate for me. If, how-
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ever, you can believe my story, wildly improbable
as I know it must sound, then am I once more
restored to life and hope.”

As he thus concluded, the poor little man, gro-
tesquely painted, battered, and bruised, turned a face
of such intense pleading toward the comrades who
had become his judges, that they both were moved
by an overwhelming impulse to spring forward at
the same moment and grasp his hands.

“We do believe you!” they cried.

“IT am convinced,” added Christie, “that you
have acted as becomes an officer and a gentleman,
Bullen, bravely and according to your best judg-
ment for the honour and advancement of our cause.
This I not only say now, but am prepared to state
and maintain hereafter, officially and publicly, and
there is my hand on it.”

“And I say,” cried Donald, “that you are a
trump, Bullen, a genuine trump. Not only do I offer
you my sincere friendship from this time forth, but
I hereby pledge all the powers of the Metai — what-
ever that may be —so far as I can control them, and
of the totem, whose emblem I wear, to your service!”

The effect of these hearty assurances of faith in
him, and of continued friendship, was such that the
little man’s overstrained nerves suddenly gave way.
He tried to speak, failed to utter a sound, and sank
down sobbing like a child.
CHAPTER XXIX
DONALD AND THE PAYMASTER ESCAPE

Waite Donald’s fears for Edith’s safety were
somewhat allayed by the paymaster’s story, he was
still very anxious concerning her. He knew nothing
of Pontiac’s friendly feeling toward his family, and
feared that the prisoners were only being held on the
island until it should be convenient to remove them
to some distant Indian village, where, beyond the
hope of rescue, they would be compelled to endure a
life of slavery. Now, therefore, his desire was to re-
turn to the vicinity of the island, where he hoped to
find some opportunity of escaping from his captors,
and of effecting his sister’s rescue. In his plans he
of course included Christie and Bullen, whom he
counted on for aid, though, to his chagrin, he was
not allowed to communicate with them after that first
interview. During it the leaders of the war-party
also held a council, which resulted in a decision to
proceed at once on their journey. Thus Bullen had
hardly concluded his story, when camp was broken
and the westward voyage was resumed. At the same
time the three white men were separated and assigned
to different canoes.
DONALD AND THE PAYMASTER ESCAPE 223

In their haste the Indians travelled early and late,
with all speed. Both Christie and Bullen were com-
pelled to assist in paddling, as well as to labour at the
most menial tasks when in camp, receiving as a rec-
ompense only kicks and blows. They had, indeed,
become slaves, and were treated as such, while at
all times their tormentors found delight in assuring
them that they would most certainly be burned to
death on reaching the villages near Detroit. Fortu-
nately game was plentiful, and food was procured in
abundance by the hunters, otherwise the two slaves
would have suffered from hunger, as they were never
allowed to eat until the wants of every other person
in the party had been amply supplied.

Donald, on the other hand, while watchtfully
guarded, was treated with the utmost of savage
courtesy. He was not asked, nor even allowed, to
perform any labour, was always supplied with the
choicest food the camp afforded, and was the first to
whom the calumet was handed upon the conclusion
of a meal. In only two ways was he reminded of his
true position. At night, though he was not bound,
as were his comrades, he was obliged to sleep between
two warriors, who were watchfully awake with every
movement he made. If he attempted to hold con-
verse with the other captives, they were driven from
his presence with blows. Once, when he tried to
communicate with Bullen, a young warrior sprang
forward, struck the paymaster with a stick, and
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angrily bade him begone. Boiling with rage, and
turning on the aggressor with clenched fists, Donald
was about to avenge this insult, when he who had
acted as interpreter sprang between them.

“ My brother must be very careful,” he said to Don-
ald; “for some of our young men are so reckless that
they do not even respect the Metai. If you should
strike one of them, they would surely kill you and
the other white men as well.”

So Donald was obliged to control himself as best
he could, and bear the sufferings of his companions
in silence, but his mind was ever filled with plans for
escape. Whenever he succeeded in attracting Chris-
tie’s attention, he sought by meaning glances at a
certain canoe smaller than any of the others, and
then off over the lake, to convey an idea of what was
in his mind, and was led to believe from the other’s
expression that he understood. From Bullen, how-
ever, he could gain no satisfaction in this way, and
concluded that the paymaster was not so quick-witted
as his brother officer.

At length one noon the war-party reached a point
near the ruins of Sandusky, where they found a
number of Shawnees, who were about to ascend
Cedar Creek to their villages on the Scioto. These
had with them several casks of rum, one of which
was, after a long talk, transferred to the canoe in
which Donald travelled. Then, to his intense grief
and dismay, his own party resumed their journey,
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with the exception that Christie was left behind in
the hands of the strangers. The slave had been sold,
though he did not realize the fact until he started to
enter the canoe in which he had come, and was
forcibly restrained while it was pushed off. Then as
the meaning of the situation flashed across him, he
wrenched loose from those who held him and raced
along the beach until opposite the canoe that held
Donald, to whom he shouted: —

“Good-bye, Hester! God bless you! Tell them
at the fort that J—”

Here he was pounced upon by his new masters
and dragged away with Donald’s answering farewell
ringing in his ears.

It was after sunset that evening when the war-
party reached the camp site selected as suitable for
the orgy in which they proposed to indulge. The
canoe containing Donald and the cask of fire-water
was among the last to make a landing. Already
fires were lighted on the bank above, and the earlier
arrivals were impatiently awaiting the liquor for
which they had been willing to barter a highly prized
captive. Thus the moment it landed the cask was
seized and borne triumphantly into camp, followed
by all who had been on the beach. For the first time
since his capture, Donald was left to himself, for-
gotten or overlooked in the general excitement. He
stood for a minute, irresolute. His opportunity for

escape had come. It would be easy to push off the
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canoe, jump in, and paddle away. To be sure, his
absence would be quickly discovered and a hot
pursuit would ensue, but he was willing to risk that.
Or should he slip into the underbrush, take a great
circuit about the camp and make his way to Detroit
overland through the trackless forest? It would be
a difficult but not impossible thing to do. Still, it
must not be thought of, for there was Edith still a
captive, and any freedom that he might gain must be
devoted to her rescue. So he must take his chances
of escape by water.

Donald was moving toward the canoe, when his
steps were arrested by another consideration. What
would become of Bullen? In their rage at the flight
of one captive, the liquor-crazed savages would surely
kill the other. Could he abandon a comrade to such
a fate? Certainly not. If he escaped at all, it must
be in company with the little paymaster who had
proved himself so loyal. So this opportunity must
be allowed to slip by, for poor Bullen was somewhere
up there in the camp, cutting wood or performing
other of the menial tasks allotted to him.

“No; old Bullen must not be deserted. There
were but two of them left now, and they must
stand by each other.” Thus thinking, Donald turned
toward the camp, but halted at the sound of ap-
proaching voices. Then two figures appeared through
the dusk, both running, and one apparently pursued
by the other. But one was swearing, and the other




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““THE INDIAN FELL LIKE A LOG, WITH BULLEN AND THE
TUB ON TOP OF HIM.”
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laughing. It was poor Bullen, clad in the ragged
blanket, — which was now his sole garment, — sent
down to fetch his own tub, to which one of the
chiefs had taken such a fancy that he always sat in
it before the evening camp-fires. The labour of carry-
ing it up from the canoes at night, and back again in
the morning devolved upon its original owner, who
had thus come to hate it with a bitter hatred. This
time he had purposely shirked the task of lugging
the clumsy thing up that steep bank, and so had
been sent back for it. The young guard who
accompanied him was already exhilarated by a cup
of fire-water, and in such haste to return for more
that he found great delight in compelling his charge
to run by prodding him from behind with a fish-
spear.

As Donald was somewhat hidden in the shadow of a
tree, neither of the newcomers noticed him, until the
little paymaster had succeeded in getting the tub on
his back, and started to retrace his weary way to the
camp. Then, as Donald stepped from the shadow,
Bullen, recognizing him, and instantly realizing their
opportunity, turned like a flash, lunged forward with
lowered head, and butted the young savage squarely
in the stomach. He fell like a log, with his assailant
and the tub on top of him. Ere he could regain his
voice or breath, he was gagged, bound, and lifted
into a canoe, which was immediately shoved off.

No word was spoken by either of the fugitives as
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the light craft shot away under the noiseless but
powerful dips of their straining paddles; but, in
spite of his anxiety, Donald could not help noticing
and wondering at his comrade’s proficiency in the
art of canoeing. The painful lessons of his cap-
tivity had taught him how to escape from it; and he
who two months before had never seen a birch canoe
was now paddling one with the skill of an expert.

They were not gone from the beach more than
five minutes, though their point of departure was
already lost to view in the darkness, when a confu-
sion of voices announced that their escape was dis-
covered, and infused a new energy into their efforts.
Donald was laying a course due west, and not more
than a quarter of a mile from the beach. All at
once he laid in his paddle, and said: “Face about
carefully, Bullen, and help me chuck this useless
weight overboard.”

“ Are you going to drown him?” asked the other,
as he obeyed the order to face about.

“Not if I can help it; but we must take care that
he doesn’t drown us. He would be only too glad of
a chance to upset the canoe; and he wouldn’t have
very hard work, either.”

The getting of that young savage into the water
was a difficult and ticklish job; but they finally suc-
ceeded, after Donald had first removed the gag from
his mouth. He took the Indian’s knife, and, as the
latter slid into the water, Bullen held him by the
DONALD AND THE PAYMASTER ESCAPE 229

scalp-lock, while Donald severed the thong that
bound his wrists. In his rage, the Indian attempted
to seize the gunwale of the canoe and pull it under;
but, anticipating this, Donald struck him a rap on
the head with the back of the knife that caused him
to change his mind.

“Do you think he can swim with his feet bound?”
asked Bullen, as the two white men resumed their
paddling.

“ Certainly he can,” replied Donald; “‘and he can
yell, too. Hear him?”

“IT should say I did, and I wondered why you .
relieved him from that gag. If he keeps up that
racket, hell bring the whole fleet in this direction.”

“That is exactly what I brought him along for,
and what I want him to do,” replied Donald, with
a laugh. “Nor do I care how much longer they
keep on in this direction, for I am about to take
another. Don’t you remember that we passed the
island—a blue dot far out in the lake — this after-
noon, so that it is now behind us and somewhere
off in the northeast? We have got to run for it
by the stars, and decide on our course before we
entirely lose sight of the coast. Hush now, and
don’t speak another word for the next hour, as
you value your life.”

With this Donald steered the canoe, in a great
sweeping curve, out into the vague blackness of
the fresh-water sea.
CHAPTER XXX
IMMINENT DANGER OF THE SCHOONER GLADWYN

As the canoe containing Donald and the pay-
master swept silently along through the darkness,
its occupants heard the cries of the young Indian
whom they had left in the water merge into a
sound of other voices, showing that he had been
discovered by his friends, and then all was quiet
save for an occasional yell from the camp, where
the fire-water was exerting its baneful influence.
At length these, too, died into silence, the last glim-
mer of firelight was lost in the distance, and the
fugitives felt that they might safely exult over
their escape, though they still observed the precau-
tion of speaking in the lowest of tones.

“Take a rest, Bullen,” said Donald, breaking the
enforced silence. “You must be pretty well ex-
hausted with this work coming on top of what
you've done all day, and it is no longer necessary
for us to travel at full speed.”

“JT am about used up, that’s a fact,” admitted the
little man, laying in his paddle and stretching him-
self wearily in the bottom of the canoe.

“JT don’t wonder. But I say! how like a trump
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you bowled that fellow over, on the beach. I was
just wondering how we could down him without
giving him a chance to alarm the camp, when all at
once you had the job done. How did you happen to
think of it?”

“T hadn’t been thinking of anything else from the
first,” replied the paymaster, “and I knew your
thoughts were running in the same direction, for I
noticed the glances exchanged between you and
Christie. Poor fellow! I wonder what will become
of him.”

“Yes. The dear old chap is in the worst of it
now,” sighed Donald. ‘We can only hope he’ll be
held for ransom or exchange. How I wish he were
with us, not only for his own sake, but for the aid he
could afford in the task we have undertaken.”

“ What task?”

“The rescue of my sister and Madam Rothsay, of
course.”

“You don’t mean that you propose, unarmed and
unaided, to attempt anything so hopeless as that ?”

“Certainly I do. And that is what we are going
to the island for. You wouldn’t leave them in cap-
tivity, would you?”

“No, I wouldn’t do that; but I would wait in
hiding somewhere for the arrival of the reinforce-
ments that must surely be coming up the lake by
this time.”

“And so give the Indians ample opportunity for
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removing their captives to some remote and inac-
cessible place, which I only hope they have not done
already. No, indeed, that would never do. We °
must act promptly, and before those chaps on the
island have a suspicion of our coming.”

“But there are at least a dozen of them, and all
are well armed.”

“Tf there were twice as many I should still make
the attempt to rescue my sister from their hands.
Just imagine the distress she must be suffering all
this time, uncertain as to her ultimate fate, dreading
the worst, and hoping against hope, that some one
will come to her assistance. Poor child! the sus-
pense must be terrible.”

“Yes,” sighed Bullen. ‘And poor Madam Roth-
say, too, plunged from the height of civilization into
the depths of savagery without even a maid or a
mirror. I can fully sympathize with her. But what
do you propose to do? Have you thought out any
plan?”

“JT have thought of a great many; but only one of
them appears at all feasible. It is that we advance
boldly into the camp and demand that the ladies
be at once taken to Detroit, or Fort Niagara if the
Indians prefer, where we will promise that a goodly
ransom shall be paid for them.”

“As we have no means for enforcing such a de-
mand, they will only laugh at us and add us to
their list of captives.”
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“But we have the means of at least frightening
them into compliance with our wishes. Are not
you a great medicine man in their estimation, and
capable of commanding the fire-demon? Am I not
of the Totem of the Bear and wearer of the mystic
emblem of the Metai? To be sure, I am very igno-
rant of these things, but we have had ample proof
of their importance, and in the present case I pro-
pose to make the most of them.”

“ But, Hester, I can’t appear before the ladies in
this hideous costume. Do you realize that I am
barefooted and literally bareheaded, while my only
garment is a wretched old blanket, dirty and ragged,
held in place by a rope of bark? I declare I don’t
think I have ever been so sorry for any one as I am
for myself, when I reflect what an object for mirth
I must appear. You should remember, too, that I
have already gone through with a similar experience,
which I have no desire to repeat.”

“ And came out of it with flying colours and waving
plumes. Why, my dear fellow, those chaps on the
island will delight in decorating, and befeathering,
and fixing you up again in great shape, as they did
before. You need not present yourself to the ladies
until all your former gorgeousness is restored. Then
imagine your triumph. You have no idea how be-
coming the costume of a forest warrior is to you.
Don’t you remember how highly Madam Rothsay
complimented your impersonation of that character?
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But seriously, Bullen, I doubt if there is any other
plan so good as the one I have suggested; and unless
you can think of a better, it is the one we must adopt.
Now, as we must. be at least within sight of the
island, and have no desire to pass it, or land on it in
the dark, I propose that we get a little sleep while
the darkness continues. But when we do land on
that island won’t I be glad of a breakfast? Plenty to
eat was at least one alleviating feature of our recent
captivity, and it is to be hoped that our new hosts
will be equally generous with their provisions.”

A few hours later Donald awoke with an uneasy
motion of the canoe, to find it dancing on the little
seas raised by a brisk breeze from the westward.
The eastern sky was aglow; and, rising darkly
against the ruddy light, not a mile away lay an
island.

“Ts that the one?” he asked of his companion,
after awakening him, and pointing to the forest-
crowned land.

“ How should I know?” answered Bullen, sleepily.
“ They all look alike from this distance.”

“All right,” replied Donald, cheerily. “Tl put
you so close to it that you can’t help knowing.”
So saying, he seized his paddle and headed their craft
toward the shore. He was weary and faint from
hunger; but filled with an exhilaration born of
near-by danger, and the possible meeting within a
few minutes with the dearly loved sister whom he
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had sought so long, and for whose sake he had suf-
fered so much.

They skirted the shore for a short distance before
finding a little cove, bordered with overhanging
spruce and cedars, at the head of which they made
a landing on a beach of smooth pebbles.

“I believe this is the place,” whispered the pay-
master, visibly agitated by excitement.

The silence about them was unbroken, and if there
were people near at hand, friends or foes, they gave
no sign of their presence.

“Hello! Hello the camp!” called Donald, loud
and clear. He had no idea of running the risk of
being made a target for rifle bullets, by attempting
to surprise an Indian camp in broad daylight.

There was no response, no sound of any kind; and
after waiting a full minute he sprang into a little
path that wound upward among the evergreens,
leaving Bullen to follow more slowly.

When the latter overtook his companion, a few
moments later, he found him standing in an open
space that he instantly recognized as the place
where he had bidden farewell to Edith Hester some
two weeks before. Now it was silent and deserted.
The empty frames of a few lodges stood like gaunt
skeletons of human habitations, and Donald was
gazing wofully at the sodden ashes of a camp-
fire.

“They are gone,” he said, bitterly, “as I might
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have known they would be; and from the look of
things they must have left very soon after you did.
Now, if you can tell me which way to turn, or what
to do next, you will prove yourself a better reader of
riddles than I am.”

“ Find something to eat first, and plan afterwards,”
answered the little man, promptly. He could not
help feeling relieved at escaping the ordeal of laugh-
ter he so much dreaded; and, though honestly sym-
pathizing with Donald’s keen disappointment, could
think of nothing better to suggest at that moment
than breakfast.

“TI suppose you are right,” agreed Donald, wearily,
“and if you will start a fire I will see what I can
provide in the way of food.”

No hunter in those days travelled without a fire-
bag containing flints, steel, and tinder; and, through
all vicissitudes, Donald had retained the one that
he had appropriated, together with his Indian cos-
tume, in the Wyandot camp. With this, then, Bul-
len started a fire, and finding a broken iron pot in
the débris of the camp, cleaned it and set some water
to boil.

In the meantime Donald, armed with the fish-
spear that he had taken from the young Indian the
night before, succeeded, within an hour, in killing a
large fish, and a raccoon that he discovered digging
for mussels on the beach.

When he returned with his trophies, Bullen
IMMINENT DANGER OF THE SCHOONER GLADWYN 237

greeted him with a joyous shout. “See what I
have found!” he cried, at the same time holding
up a small object that proved to be a cake of scented
soap. It was one of a number that he had presented
to the ladies when there before, and now it seemed
to him even more precious than the welcome food
procured by his companion.

After a hearty meal, that seemed to them one of
the best they had ever tasted, in spite of the crude-
ness of its preparation, the little man treated himself
to a bath in the lake, which he declared to be almost
as good as a tub, after all. Before he emerged from
it, he had succeeded, with the aid of his new-found
treasure, in removing the last traces of savage paint
from his body.

Then they discussed their situation and decided
to make an effort to reach Detroit travelling only
by night, and concealing themselves during the hours
of daylight. They slept for the greater part of that
day; and when, shortly before sunset, Donald visited
the highest point of the island to scan the horizon in
search of possible enemies, he had the bitter disap-
pointment of seeing a distant sail, that must have
passed close by the island, heading for the mouth of
the Detroit river. It was the schooner that Gladwyn
had sent to hasten Cuyler’s movements, returning
from the Niagara with the remnant of that expedi-
tion, and other reinforcements for the beleaguered
post.
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“Tf we had only kept watch!” he remarked to his
companion, when telling him of what he had seen.

“Yes, if we only had!”

If they had, and had succeeded in gaining the
vessel, it would probably never have reached Detroit;
they, and every soul on board, would probably have
been killed, and the whole course of events in that
section of country would have been changed. Even
as it was, the schooner was in most imminent dan-
ger; for her coming had been anticipated by Pontiac
as well as by the garrison at Detroit, and every prep-
aration known to that warlike chief had been made
for her capture.

As she entered the river her every movement was
watched by hundreds of gleaming eyes from the
wooded banks, and when, with the dying out of the
breeze, she was forced to drop anchor, it was with
difficulty that the impatient warriors were persuaded
from making an attack then and there.
CHAPTER XXXI
PONTIAC RECOGNIZES THE TOTEM

THE vexatious calm lasted for two days. During
this time the schooner Gladwyn caught only such
puffs of wind as carried her a few miles up the river,
and left her again anchored in the very narrowest
part of the channel, still some ten miles below the
fort. No sign of human presence had been discovered
by those on board, no sound came from the solemn
forests. Shy water-fowl swam fearlessly on the un-
ruffled current that gurgled against the schooner’s
bow, and for aught their senses could discover, her
people might have been the sole occupants of that
beautiful, treacherous wilderness.

At sunset the distant boom of a heavy gun cheered
their hearts with the knowledge that Detroit still
held out, and redoubled their desire to gain its safe
haven after their tedious voyage. Officers and men
walked the deck impatiently, and searched the sky for
wind clouds, while the sailors whistled shrilly for a
breeze. But none came and the night descended calm,
dark, and still. As the slow hours dragged themselves
away, the ship’s company, weary of the monotony of
their watch, sought their sleeping places, or found
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such scant -comfort as the decks afforded, until of
them all only the sentry was awake.

Still the schooner was not unprepared for an
attack. Her broadside guns were loaded to the
muzzle with grape and musket balls. Every man
on board was armed, even as he slept, and her only
danger lay in being boarded by an overwhelming
number of the enemy, against whom the heavy guns
would thus be rendered ineffective. But the night
wore on, and he made nosign. The sentry relieved
at midnight reported no cause for alarm. The one
who went off duty two hours later gave a similar
assurance of continued safety. His successor yawned
sleepily as he paced to and fro, and shivered with
the chill that had crept into the night. A slight
mist was rising from the water, and through it even
the black outline of the forest was undistinguishable.
As nothing could be seen, the sentry gave over his
pacing, and, leaning against the foremast, devoted
himself to listening. He even closed his eyes to
improve his hearing, and so stood half musing, half
dreaming of his distant English home, until, sud-
denly from out of the blackness, there rang a shout
of warning. It was instantly followed by another, and
a confused tumult on the water at no great distance.

As the startled sentry echoed the alarm and
sprang to the bulwarks, he caught a glimpse of mov-
ing objects sweeping down on the slumbering vessel.
In another minute the enemy would have swarmed
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irresistibly over her sides, and her fate would have

been sealed. But, ere half that time had elapsed,

there burst from her such a blaze of cannon, and

musketry that the night was illumined as though by

a flash of lightning. The schooner trembled to her

keel with the concussion. The advancing canoes

were so torn and riddled, by the hail of grape and

bullets, that several of them sank, a score of their
occupants were killed, many more were wounded,

and the survivors fled in consternation to the shore.

From there, behind a breastwork of logs, they opened

a harmless fire that was quickly silenced by the

schooner’s guns. Soon afterwards, a favouring breeze
springing up, she weighed anchor and made her way

in safety to the fort, to which she brought not only

reinforcements of troops, but a supply of ammuni-

tion and provisions, without which the garrison must

speedily have surrendered.

On the very night of all these happenings, the
canoe containing Donald Hester and Paymaster
Bullen entered the Detroit river, and began to stem
its swift current, moving silently and in blackest
shadows. Hoping to run the long gantlet of the
channels, and reach the fort before daylight, they
strained every nerve to the attainment of this pur-
pose. They, too, had heard the defiant boom of the
distant sunset gun, announcing to all the forest world
that Detroit was still held for England’s king, and

the sound gave them a new courage.
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They had paddled for hours, and knew that mid-
night must be long past, when, without the warning
of sight or sound, they suddenly discovered their
craft to be surrounded by moving shadows. These
were canoes headed across the stream, and instantly
Donald turned his craft in the same direction, as
though it belonged to the ghostly fleet. It was a
terrible situation, and one in which the slightest mis-
take would prove fatal. Donald noticed Bullen’s
start on the discovery of their danger, and blessed
him for the coolness with which he continued the
noiseless dip of his paddle. His hope was to work
toward the outer edge of the fleet, and then slip
away in the mist-clouds that were rising thinly from
the water before the other side of the river should
be reached. At the same time he wondered where
these canoes could have come from, and what was
the cause of their mysterious movements; for, think-
ing that the schooner he had seen two days before
must long since have reached the fort, it did not
occur to him that she could be the object of attrac-
tion.

Bullen was the first to see it. With a choking
gasp he leaned back and whispered hoarsely, “The
schooner! We must warn them!”

“Certainly,” replied Donald, promptly, as though
it were a matter of course that they should sacrifice
themselves to save their friends. Then he raised
a shout so loud and far-reaching that it seemed as
PONTIAC RECOGNIZES THE TOTEM 248

though it must be heard even at the distant fort.
It was instantly echoed by another from Bullen.
Then an Indian canoe crashed into theirs, and in a
moment they were struggling with half a dozen infu-
riated savages. Ere the struggle was concluded,
there came a blaze of fire, a crash of thunder, the
rending of wood, shrieks, and yells. To Donald
also came oblivion; while Bullen first found himself
in the water, then dragged from it into a canoe, and
a moment later a helplessly bound captive at the
mercy of an enraged foe.

The failure of his carefully planned attack on the
schooner was a bitter blow to Pontiac, the haughty
chieftain, who was striving to drive the red-coated
invaders from the land still claimed by his people.
The prize for which he had schemed and fought so
long had been within his grasp only to be snatched
away at the last moment. Already had his war-
parties captured all the British posts west of the
Niagara save only Detroit and Fort Pitt. Already
was the crimson wave of war lapping the frontier
settlements, and driving them back. Thus far his
warriors had been everywhere victorious, and this
was their first repulse. Could he have captured that
schooner with all that it contained, and turned its
guns against the slight defences of Detroit, that
place must speedily have fallen. Then, with his
entire force, he would have been free to sweep
resistlessly down the Alleghany to lower the last
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English flag west of the mountains. But his certain
victory had been turned into disaster by a cry of
warning from the very midst of the attacking fleet.
It was incredible! Who had uttered that cry?
What had come over his warriors, that such a thing
could be possible? In his rage, Pontiac ordered that
the prisoners be securely guarded until he could in-
vent some punishment adequate to their offence.
Should they escape, it should be meted out to their
guards. Then, too, let the warriors who had ad-
mitted those white men to their ranks look to them-
selves ; for if any were found who had played traitor,
their fate should be such that for generations the
mere telling of it would chill the blood of all hearers.
Thus spake Pontiac; and the forest warriors trem-
bled before the wrath of their mighty chief.

On the following day he sat moodily in his lodge
on a small island at the head of the river, whither he
was accustomed to retreat for quiet and meditation.
Only his favourite daughter was with him, and she
was striving in vain to find words of comfort that
should banish the dark cloud from his face. To this
place, according to his order, were brought the pris-
oners who had defeated his plan of attack on the
schooner, that he might pronounce judgment upon
them. One lay on the ground before the entrance
to the lodge, covered with blood and apparently life-
less, while the other, clad in a tattered blanket and
tightly bound, stood dejectedly beside him.
































































































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PONTIAC DISCOVERS THAT DONALD IS TATTOOED WITH
‘TTHE MAGIC CIRCLE,
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“Why bring ye dead men to this place?” de-
manded Pontiac, spurning the prostrate form with
his foot. ‘ Take the scalp, and throw the body to
the fishes.”

“He is not dead. He still breathes,” answered
one of the warriors who had brought the prisoners.

“It matters not. Still do as I said.”

As the warrior drew his scalping-knife and stooped
to obey, the Indian girl, leaning forward to obtain
a better view of him whose case was thus summarily
disposed, uttered a cry of dismay, grasped the war-
rior’s arm, and spoke a few hurried words to her
father.

The great chief started, drew his own knife, and
knelt beside the unconscious form. The other Indians
imagined he was about to slay the youth with his
own hand, and thus avenge the grievous injury
inflicted upon their cause. Instead of so doing, Pon-
tiac merely slit open the sleeve of Donald’s hunting-
shirt, and gazed intently for a moment at the mark
thus disclosed. His stern face grew almost tender
with the remembrance of the laughing child who
had saved his own life so many years before. Then
rising, and turning to his warriors, he said :—

“He is of the Totem of the Bear, and is sealed
with the symbol of the magic circle. We may not
kill him; for he is favoured of the Great Spirit.
Lift him within the lodge, and keep to yourselves
the secret of his presence in this place.
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“ Ag for this other,’—here he gazed sternly at
poor Bullen, who, while rejoicing that the mystical
marking on his friend’s arm seemed about to do him
good service once more, wished he knew what was
to be his own fate. “As for this other,” repeated
Pontiac, “this hairless dog of an Englishman, take
him to the Ottawa village, and deliver him to the
tormentors, nor ever let me set eyes on him again.”

Thus saying, the chieftain, whose commands none
dared disobey, entered the lodge whither Donald
had been tenderly conveyed, and where the chief's
daughter was already bathing his wounds.

Then the others seized the little paymaster, hurried
him to the canoe in which he had been brought, and
departed with all speed for the Ottawa village, which
was located near the river bank some two miles above
the fort. Here the arrival of the prisoner, and the
announcement of the sentence passed upon him, was
received with yells of approval and every manifesta-
tion of savage joy. But there were some who shook
their heads dubiously. They were of the war-party
recently returned from Presque Isle; and, recalling
the marvellous things done by this white medicine
man, they were still fearful of his power. The
majority, however, paid slight attention to these
croakers, and the work of preparation for the forth-
coming spectacle was pushed with eager haste.
CHAPTER XXXII
LAST CRUISE OF THE PAYMASTER’S TUB

WHILE the preparations for Paymaster Bullen’s
martyrdom were in progress, his bonds were removed,
and he was supplied with food that he might gain
strength the longer to endure the proposed torture.
He was allowed to sit in the shade of a tree, where
he was guarded by two stalwart warriors, not so much
to prevent his escape, as to restrain the inquisitive
spectators who thronged about him. These were
roused to such a pitch of fury at the sight of one
who had frustrated their long-cherished plan for cap-
turing the schooner, that, had they been allowed, they
would have torn him in pieces. Many of these were
women, who mocked at and reviled the unfortunate
Englishman, screaming like so many furies, spitting
at him, and gloating over his miserable plight, as is
the custom of a certain grade of womankind all over
the world. Inspired by the example of their elders,
a swarm of impish children added their shrill- cries to
the tumult, let fly an occasional blunt-headed arrow
at the helpless captive, or darted between the legs of
the guards in their efforts to strike him. Finally the
exasperated warriors turned on this petty rabble and
with stern words bade them begone.
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Others came for a look at the prisoner while he ate,
and among them he recognized the Zebra. This man
he addressed in English, asking him what was to be
his fate, but the Indian only laughed and turned
away. Then came the young warrior whom he and
Donald had thrown overboard a few nights before,
other members of the party with which he had trav-
elled to Presque Isle, and still others whom he recog-
nized, until it seemed as though every Indian he had
ever seen had come to witness his execution.

He knew it was to be an execution, and that he had
naught in prospect save death; but he hoped this
might come speedily, and that in whatever shape it
approached, he might be given strength to meet it as
became one of his race and position. He had heard
his branch of the service spoken of lightly because
physical courage was not supposed to be among its
requirements. Now he was to be given the oppor-
tunity for proving that a staff officer could die as
bravely as one of the line. If only they would not
burn him to death, as had been threatened. It seemed
as though he could bear anything else, but that was
too horrible.

His melancholy reflections were interrupted by the
passing of a noisy group surrounding two who bore
some burden. As they neared him, Bullen saw with
amazement that it was the bath-tub of which he had
been so proud, which had been the source of so much
pleasure, in which he had suffered, and the loss of
LAST CRUISE OF THE PAYMASTER’S TUB 249

which had been a source of genuine grief. It had
evidently been retained by the Indians as a novel
trophy, and was as evidently to be connected in some
manner with his approaching fate. The tub was car-
ried beyond his sight, and a few minutes later he was
led to the end of a long, narrow lane, bordered by
two living walls of human beings. Then he knew
that he was to undergo the terrible ordeal of the
gantlet, which had been so often described to him
that he felt familiar with all its sickening details.

The entire population of the village was ranged
in two parallel rows facing each other, and all were
armed with sticks, clubs, dog-whips or some similar
weapon with which to strike at the poor wretch who
would be forced to run for his life down the dreary
lane.

As Bullen faced this ordeal he recalled how other
men had acted under similar circumstances. Some
had been beaten to death ere completing half the
course ; while others had been so fleet of foot as to
escape almost unhurt. One, he remembered, was a
tall man of such strength and agility that he snatched

a club from the nearest Indian at the moment of -

starting and brandished it with such effect as he
ran that no one dared strike him.

But the paymaster was neither tall, nor strong, nor
agile. He was short and stout. As for running, he
had not done such a thing since he was a child, nor
even then that he could remember. Now it would
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certainly kill him to run for even a short distance,
while he would as certainly be killed if he did not
run. The little man was in despair ; it was so pitiful
and mean a fate to be beaten to death with clubs like
a mad dog —oh! if he only were one, how he would
scatter that throng of howling savages. With this
thought an inspiration came to him like a ray of
sunlight piercing the blackness of a dungeon. He
felt among the inner folds of his ragged blanket,
withdrew a small object and thrust it into his mouth.
A second later the blanket was snatched from his
body leaving him clad only in a breech clout, and
he was given a push into the lane as a hint that
his time for running had come.

A hush of expectancy fell upon the eager throng,
and each grasped his stick more firmly with the
resolve to have at least one good cut at that bald-
headed white man as he ran or staggered past. The
first one on the right, who happened to be the Zebra,
lifted a switch and struck the paymaster a smart
though not a cruel blow across the shoulders as an
intimation that the fun had begun.

The first one on the left, a burly black-browed
; giant who hated all white men with a bitter hatred,
raised a heavy club with a vicious swing. Ere it
could descend Bullen sprang at him and blew from
his mouth a cloud of froth full in the giant’s face.
The latter staggered back, dropped his club, clapped
both hands to his eyes and uttered a yell of terror.
LAST CRUISE OF THE PAYMASTER’S TUB 251

Then the little man folded his arms and walked com-
posedly down the long lane, making a snarling, gur-
gling noise in his throat and frothing at the mouth
as though he had indeed been smitten with the
peculiar form of madness for which he had just
wished.

A great fear fell on the assemblage as one and all
recalled the tales of this white man’s magic power.
Not a hand was lifted against him as he passed, and
the awe-stricken savages drew back at his approach
as though he had been plague-stricken. So he made
his unmolested way to the very end of the lane, his
enemies parting before him, but crowding behind
and following him with an eager curiosity.

At length he paused and gazed with mingled
horror and rage at something that barred his further
progress. On two logs, between which burned a
small fire, was set his own bath-tub. The water with
which it was half filled was just beginning to simmer, |
and near at hand was a pile of dry wood cut into
short lengths. In an instant the awful meaning of
these preparations flashed across his mind. They
intended to boil him alive! For a moment he felt
sick and dizzy. All things spun in a mad whirl
before his blurred: vision, and he feared his senses
were departing. Recovering himself by a supreme
effort of will, and animated by an access of fury, he
sprang forward, overturned the tub, so that its con-
tents were poured on the hissing flames, instantly
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extinguishing them, and hurled it to one side. Then
clearing his mouth of the last of the frothy matter
which had been produced by chewing a bit of soap,
the little man turned and confronted his tormentors.

Angry murmurs rose among them and deepened
into a confused clamour. Some were for killing him
at once, but the majority dared not. Neither were
they willing that he should go free, nor was one
found bold enough to adopt him as husband, brother,
or son, as by Indian custom any had the right to do
who felt so inclined. The discussion was finally
ended by the black-browed giant who had been the
object of Bullen’s attack and who still smarted from
the indignity. Silencing the clamour, with an authori-
tative voice, he proposed a plan that was unanimously
adopted.

A minute later another white man, whom to his
amazement the paymaster recognized as his long lost
“Tummas,” was dragged and pushed through the
throng. In his hands he bore several pots of paint
and a number of rude brushes. Now he was ordered
to begin work at once on his former master and dec-
orate him in the highest style of savage art.

“Oh Lawk, Muster Bullen! To think we should
hever ’ave come to this,” gasped the trembling man

>

as he prepared to obey this mandate. “Hi ’opes has
you won't lay it hup against me, sir, if Hi do has
Him bid: for if Hi don’t jump spry the creeters will
kill me, ‘deed they will, sir.”
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“Tummas,” answered the little man, severely,
“since you seem to have accepted service with these
heathen savages, it becomes you to do their bidding
without hesitation; but I never expected to see a
respectable English valet sink so low, I certainly
never did.”

“Oh Lawk, Muster Bullen! Hi opes, sir, as you
don’t think Hi’ve done such a think of my hown
free will. No, sir. Hindeed Hi ’aven’t: but Hi’m
compelled, sir. Hi ’as to paint ’em and likewise
shave their ’eads and look after their nasty ’air.
Yes, sir, and many a think besides that you wouldn’t
believe. But some day Hi’ll pizen ’em, sir, or spif-
licate ’em in their sleep, the hopportunity for which
is the honly pleasure in life Hi’as to look forward
to, sir.”

As “Tummas” uttered these fierce words he drew
several vicious streaks of red across the paymaster’s
body, for he was already hard at work at his unwel-
come task.

So by the liberal application of pigments and
feathers, poor Bullen was once more got up in savage
guise. Then he was bound hand and foot so that
he could not move, gagged so that he could utter no
sound, placed in his once beloved, but now hated tub,
borne to the water’s edge, and set afloat on the swift
current, followed by derisive yells from his enemies.

That same afternoon Major Gladwyn, who was
standing on one of the water bastions of Fort Detroit,
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in company with a lady, descried a suspicious object
floating down the river and called for a spy-glass.
Gazing intently through it, he exclaimed: “ Pon my
soul, madam, I believe we are here just in time to
interrupt another attempt of those villanous redskins
to destroy my schooners. They have already tried
fire-rafts and other infernal devices without number,
but always at night. Now, if I’m not mistaken, they
have the audacity to try again in broad daylight,
thinking no doubt to catch us napping. But Ill
teach them that we are wide awake at all hours.
That is certainly an Indian in full paint and feathers,
though what he is floating on I can’t make out.
Orderly, bring me my long range rifle—will you
take this glass, madam, and watch the effect of my
shot? It may prove interesting as well as pleasing
after your recent terrible experience.”

By the time Madam Rothsay succeeded in focus-
ing the glass on the approaching object, Major Glad-
wyn was carefully sighting his rifle.

Suddenly she uttered a cry of dismay. “For
Heaven’s sake, don’t fire, major! It is poor, dear
Paymaster Bullen. At least that is his tub; and he
was arrayed in that very same remarkable costume
the last time I saw him.”

“Impossible, madam! An officer in His Majesty’s
service !”

“Indeed, it is possible, major; and I beg you
to send out a boat. Fill it with armed men, if
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you like; but I beg and implore you not to act
hastily.”

Only half convinced that he was acting prudently,
Major Gladwyn yielded to Madam Rothsay’s plead-
ings, and did as she suggested. To make sure that
no mistakes were committed, he accompanied the
boat, with his rifle, loaded and cocked, held ready
for instant use.

A few minutes later, the tub with its helpless
occupant was cautiously towed to the shore; but not
until the gag was removed from his mouth, and they
heard the little paymaster’s fervent “ Thank God!”
could either the major or his soldiers believe that
their prize was a white man.

As he landed and his bonds were loosed, the new-
comer turned and thrust his hated tub out into the
stream with such savage energy that the water poured
over its side, it filled, and, with a gurgling rush of
air-bubbles, sank beneath the swift current.

Then the little man’s overtaxed strength gave
way. He took a few uncertain steps, tried to apol-
ogize, reeled, and fell limply into the arms of the
nearest bystander, who happened to be Madam
Rothsay herself.
CHAPTER XXXII
FORT DETROIT IS REINFORCED

From the very first the two tribes of Wyandots
and Pottawattamies had been but lukewarm allies of
the Ottawas in the prosecution of this war. Their
chiefs were jealous of Pontiac and yielded obedience
to his orders rather through fear than from any real
loyalty to his cause. Still, so long as his plans were
successful, his arms victorious; and his appeared to
be the winning side, they were content to follow his
leadership. No sooner, however, did the tide of fort-
une turn against him with the failure of his attempt
to capture the schooner, than these tribes sent a
deputation of chiefs to Gladwyn with proposals for
peace. This was granted them and the treaty was
consummated by a general exchange of prisoners.

It was owing to Pontiac’s distrust of these allies,
to whom had been intrusted the attack on Cuyler’s ex-
pedition, that he had secretly sent Ah-mo and Atoka
to provide for the safety of Edith Hester, rightly think-
ing that they could act more effectively than a larger
party and at the same time attract less notice. How
they succeeded in conveying their charge to an island
on which was maintained a picket of Ottawa warriors,
has already been told.
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This picket post was a source of grievance to the
Wyandots, who, dwelling nearest the mouth of the
river, claimed that they alone were entitled to occupy
that territory and guard its approaches. After their
victory over Cuyler, they protested so loudly against
the continuation of the Ottawa outpost on their
island, that Pontiac reluctantly ordered it to be with-
drawn, and the captives who were held there to be
brought to his own village.

Thus it happened that to these Indians was left
the entire guarding of the southern approaches to
Detroit; and when, at the end of July, a strong
detachment of troops in twenty-two bateaux, under
command of Captain Dalzell, appeared at the mouth
of the river, they having just concluded their treaty
of peace, allowed it to pass up unmolested. The
flotilla came up at night; and at sunrise, as the sea
of fog covering the vicinity of Detroit began to roll
away in fleecy masses, its foremost boats were discov-
ered by a sentinel, who at once announced the joy-
ful intelligence. As before, the beleaguered garrison
hastened to the water front in anxious expectancy.
Were the approaching boats indeed filled with friends
come to their relief, or, as in the former case, with vic-
torious savages and dejected captives? Not until the
questioning salute of their guns was answered by
the glad roar of a swivel from the foremost boat was
the query answered, and the apprehensions of the

war-worn garrison changed to a joyous certainty.
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All at once their rejoicings were silenced by a
double sheet of fire that leaped from both banks of
the river at once. A hail of bullets was poured into
the crowded boats from among the buildings and or-
chards of the French farmers, and many a red-coated
soldier fell beneath the fire of a foe whom he could
neither see nor reach.

Pontiac had been warned at last of this new
danger, and had sent his trusty Ottawas, leaping like
deer, down the river banks with a faint hope that the
approaching convoy might still be cut off. But they
were too late, and though their fire was very destruc-
tive while it lasted, the boats pressed steadily on and in
a few minutes more had gained the shelter of the fort.

The newly arrived detachment— three hundred
strong—was composed of troops from the 50th and
80th regiments of the line, and twenty of Rogers’
hardy rangers. As boat after boat swept up to the
strand and landed its men they were received with
wild cheers, frantic embraces, and every manifesta-
tion of overwhelming joy. The new-comers, sturdy,
well-fed, and perfectly equipped, presented a striking
contrast to the gaunt, hollow-cheeked troops clad in
tatters, who had held the fort so long and so bravely.
As the former moved steadily up the narrow street
in a long line of glittering scarlet, while drum and
fife waked cheery echoes from the silent houses, the
latter felt that the day of their deliverance had indeed
come, and were well repaid for all their toil.
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Dalzell’s boats brought many things besides men,
guns, and ammunition. It brought provisions, let-
ters, and news from the great far-away world. It
brought a confirmation of the treaty, recently signed
between England and France, which set at rest all
fears that Pontiac might receive French aid in his
present struggle. It also brought a number of
dainties for the officers’ mess, such as had been un-
known to its table for many months. So Gladwyn
gave a dinner that night to which every officer in the
fort was bidden.

When the appointed time arrived and Majors
Gladwyn and Rogers; Captains Dalzell, Grant, and
Gray; Lieutenants Cuyler, Hay, and Brown, and
half a dozen more, all in speckless uniforms, were
assembled about the homely but well-laden mess-
table, there entered still another at whom the new-
comers gazed in surprise but without recognition.
He was a little man dressed in the costume of the
backwoods, a belted buckskin shirt, leggings, and
moccasins, and a coonskin cap. He hesitated, as
though from shyness, as he glanced irresolutely about
him. Then Gladwyn, stepping quickly forward, took
him by the hand, exclaiming : —

“You are just in time, my dear fellow, though I
had begun to fear that you were not going to join us.
Here are a lot of old friends waiting to greet and
congratulate you.”

“Are they?” asked the stranger, dubiously.
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“By Jove!” laughed Gladwyn, “I don’t believe
one of them recognizes you. Gentlemen, permit me
the honour of introducing one of the heroes of this
present war, Paymaster Leonidas Bullen.”

Whereupon there arose such a shout from that
mess-room as startled the distant sentries on the
outer walls. “Bullen, old man, forgive me.” “It
can’t be!” “Incredible!” “ Bullen, the Beau Brum-
-mel of the service, in leather!” “Why, Diogenes,
what are you doing here?” “Is it a masquerade?”
“Ts it a joke?” “What means this unique head-
gear?” “And Diogenes, I say, where is the tub?”

“Gentlemen,” replied the paymaster, “it is no
joke, but a stern reality. As my only choice of a
dinner dress lay between a suit of paint and this
costume, out of consideration for your prejudices I
chose this. My head-gear may be unique, but it is
at least warm and it is also the only covering I can
at present bestow upon my baldness. It is true I
might have worn feathers, but unfortunately feathers
suggest to me only very recent and unpleasant asso-
ciations. As for my tub, I shall consider it a per-
sonal favour, gentlemen, if you will never again
mention that unfortunate article in my presence.”

“He came very near being boiled alive in it,”
whispered Gladwyn to Captain Dalzell.

“What?”

“Yes, like a prawn or a crayfish.”

“By Jove! How?”
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Then Gladwyn related the history of the pay-
master’s recent experiences and bravery so effectively
that the poor little man became rosy with confusion,
and when at the conclusion of the narrative his health
was pledged with a round of cheers, he could only
stammer in reply : —

“T thank you, gentlemen, from the bottom of my
heart. I also thank the major for his kindly effort
to convert me into a hero. I fear, though, that he is
only trying to make amends for threatening to shoot
me when I first made application for his hospitality.”

“Shoot you, oldman! You don’t mean it. What
for? Had you challenged him? Tell us about it.”

“Tt is only too true,” confessed Major Gladwyn,
“and but for the timely interference of Madam
Rothsay I fear I should have succeeded—to my ever-
lasting sorrow.”

When this had been explained, and Madam Roth-
say’s health had been pledged, Captain Dalzell in-
quired what had become of Miss Hester, who, he
understood, had accompanied the elder lady on her
western trip.

“JT am sorry to say,” replied Gladwyn, “that she
is held prisoner by Pontiac in company with her
father the major, and Ensign Hester her brother. He
was with Bullen, you know, and sacrificed himself to
warn the schooner Gladwyn of her danger the other
night. It wasa fine thing to do, and I would gladly
give up the schooner, valuable as she is to me, if by
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so doing he could be restored to us. Madam Rothsay
was also held prisoner by the redskins until it
fortunately occurred to them to offer her in exchange
for a villanous Ojibwa chief, whom we happened to
have on hand. Of course I was only too glad to
make the exchange, and wish I had a dozen more
like him to offer for the Hesters.”

“By Jove!” cried Captain Dalzell, “it is horrible
to think of the grand old major and his lovely
daughter, and that fine son of his, all in the power of
those devils. Can’t we do something toward their
rescue, Gladwyn? Surely we are strong enough now
to take the offensive. I should be only too happy to
lead a night attack on Pontiac’s camp. We could
make it a complete surprise, and my fellows are
simply spoiling for a fight. It does seem as though
the time to strike a decisive blow had come, and every
day that we postpone it only increases the peril of
the Hesters. What do you say, major? Won’t you
consider the proposition seriously ?”

So the dinner party was turned into a council of
war, and, before it broke up, an attack on Pontiac’s
camp had been arranged for the following night.
CHAPTER XXXIV
AH-MO, THE DAUGHTER OF PONTIAC

THe day just concluded had been one of unhap-
piness and anxiety for the great Ottawa chieftain.
The rumoured defection of his Wyandot allies was
proved true. The safe arrival at the fort of Dalzell’s
expedition was the most deadly blow yet struck at
his cherished project. To crown all, he was not on
the best of terms with his sole remaining allies, the
fierce and warlike Ojibwas. These had no more
desire than the Wyandots to fight on a losing side;
and, moreover, they had a private grievance of long
standing against Pontiac. It arose from the capture
of one of their chiefs by the English, and the refusal
of Pontiac to offer Major Hester in exchange for
him.

Firm in his belief that Detroit must eventually fall
into his hands, and that every soul within its walls
would be killed, the Ottawa chief, intent on saving
the life of the white man who had once saved his,
refused to restore him to a place of such peril. In
vain did the Ojibwa captive—who was no other
than our old acquaintance, Mahng — send messages
by the French settlers, who carried occasional com-
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munications between the fort and the Ottawa vil-
lage, threatening that, if Major Hester were not
exchanged for him, he would influence his tribe to
make peace with the English. Pontiac only sent
answer that the major was not his prisoner, but his
guest, and therefore not subject to exchange, but
that the first captive of sufficient consequence who
should be brought in should be offered in his place.

When, therefore, Edith Hester and Madam Roth-
say reached the village, Pontiac conceived the project
of presenting the latter before the gates of Detroit,
and demanding the release of the Ojibwa chief in her
stead. To the grief of Madam Rothsay herself, and
of the beautiful charge from whom she was thus
separated, this plan was at once carried out, with the
result that Mahng was restored to his followers.
He was, however, more imbittered than ever against
Pontiac, not only on account of his long imprison-
ment, but because of a woman having been offered
and accepted in exchange for him.

This was not only a severe blow to his own pride,
but to that of his people; and they became clamor-
ous to have the insult avenged, for which purpose
Mahng demanded that Major Hester be delivered
to them, to do with as they pleased.’ This demand
was refused with such indignant scorn that Mahng’s
evil face became black with fury; and, though he
strode from Pontiac’s presence in silence, his heart
was filled with rage. This was intensified a few
AH-MO, THE DAUGHTER OF PONTIAC 265

days later when the Ottawa chief upbraided him,
and charged him with superstitious cowardice for
aiding the escape of a white prisoner who had been
condemned to death. In this case, Mahng had felt
certain that Paymaster Bullen, carefully disguised as
an Indian, would be fired upon and killed by the
garrison of the fort, as he approached it, and was as
disgusted as any one could be by the unexpected
result of that experiment.

Distressed as Edith Hester was at being separated
from Madam Rothsay, she rejoiced at the latter’s
restoration to the protection of British troops, and
became reconciled to her own prolonged captivity
when she found that she was to be allowed to spend
it in the company of her beloved father.

Although the brave old major chafed like a caged
lion at his enforced detention in Pontiac’s camp, he
bore it without a murmur, and strove to aid the
cause of his countrymen by endeavouring to impress
upon the Ottawa leader the folly of resistance to the
English. He knew nothing of his daughter’s cap-
tivity, nor even of her departure from New York,
until one evening, as he sat alone in the room as-
signed to his use, the door was gently opened, and
she stood before him in all the radiancy of her youth
and beauty. For a moment he stared as though at a
vision, but as she stepped forward he opened wide
his arms, and father and daughter were reunited in
a fond embrace. There were so many questions to
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be asked and answered, so much news to be told,
and so many conjectures to be made concerning their
ultimate fate, that, for more than an hour, they
talked oblivious of everything, save the joy of being
together. Then Edith exclaimed in dismay : —

“Tf J haven’t forgotten poor Ah-mo, and left her
waiting outside all this time, when I said I’d be back
in a few minutes! May I fetch her, father? She is
one of my dearest friends, and I want you to know
her.”

“Certainly, my dear,” answered the major, with a
smile. “Bring her in, by all means; for any friend
of yours must needs be a friend of mine as well.”

A moment later, when the Indian girl, who had
waited patiently all this time, was led into the bare
little room, it was Edith’s turn to be surprised.
Instead of receiving her as a stranger, Major Hester
greeted her as a friend whose absence had been a
source of genuine regret.

“It is good to see you once more, Ah-mo,” he
said. “Though, had I known the nature of the
errand that caused your absence, my anxiety for your
return had been doubled many times. Now I have
to bless you and thank you for your brave care of
my dear girl, who has, all unknown to me, passed
through so many recent perils.”

“Then you knew Ah-mo before, papa!” exclaimed
Edith; “and all this time she never told me.”

“Nor did she tell me that she was going in search
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of you, for which I am now grateful, since it saved
me a painful anxiety,” replied the major. “Yes;
Ah-mo and I are old friends, and, of late, many an
hour, that would otherwise have hung heavily on
my hands, has been lightened by her visits. Forest
maiden as she is, I find her to be well versed in
polite literature, and possessed of a shrewd knowl-
edge of affairs, though, above all, has she learned
the value of a silent tongue.”

“Yes, indeed!” cried impulsive Edith. “Even
during our short acquaintance I have discovered
that, in many things which I ought to know, her
knowledge is superior to mine; that for keeping a
secret she has no equal; and that with it all she is
one of the dearest and sweetest and most lovable
girls I ever met.”

Then, seeing that her friend was covered with
confusion by all this praise, she hastened to change
the subject by saying, “And now, if Donald were
only here, what a happy party we would form, and
how readily might we forget our captivity!”

“Not captivity!” interrupted Ah-mo, eagerly.
“ Pontiac’s guests can never be his captives.”

‘““While your father’s opinions and mine are not
agreed on that point, my dear girl, he certainly has
done everything suggested by a courteous hospital-
ity to make my stay here comfortable,” said Major
Hester. “But, as any form of detention against
one’s will must be regarded as a captivity, I cannot
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echo your wish, Edith, that Donald were here. He
is so young, so fearless, and so impatient of inaction,
that, were he taken prisoner, he would do and dare
anything to effect an escape, with possible results
that I cannot bear to contemplate. Therefore I am
glad that he is far away, and is happily free from
a knowledge of our position.”

“Why, father, is he not in Detroit?” queried
Edith.

“No; he left before the outbreak, with despatches
for New York, and, had you not come by the north
shore of the lake, he would surely have met you.”

“Well,” sighed Edith, “I wish we might have
met. Had I known of his coming, I should cer-
tainly have waited for him in New York; though, as
things have turned out, I wouldn’t have missed this
coming to you, father dear, for the world. Now I
only hope he won’t try to return before. peace is
declared. Oh, Ah-mo! why will your father persist
in this horrid war? He surely cannot hope to suc-
ceed against the forces of the king.”

“His warriors have not yet been defeated,” replied
the Indian girl quickly, with a bright flush heighten-
ing the dark beauty of her face. “And he is too
brave a man not to make war against those who
would steal the lands of his people, and kill them
like so many wild beasts. Why do the English
drive my father to war?”

“Do not become involved in fruitless discussion,
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my dears,” chided the old soldier. “This question
is one to be settled by older and wiser heads than
yours.”

So the conversation was changed, and ran in other
channels far into the night.

By Pontiac’s order, suitable accommodations had
been provided for Edith in the farmhouse adjoining
that occupied by her father, and, at her request,
Ah-mo shared them with her at night. During the
day the latter was much with her own father, acting
as his secretary and adviser, for which position no
one of Indian blood was so well fitted as she.

Pontiac was too able a man not to realize the
value of an education beyond that afforded by the
forest, and had long ago selected Ah-mo, the cleverest
of all his children, as the one who should receive its
benefits. So she had spent six years in Montreal,
studying diligently, learning easily, and in all ways
preparing herself for the very place she now occu-
pied. She had been courted, petted, and made much
of by the gay society of the Canadian capital; but
never did she forget her loyalty to her own people.
Thus, when, on the eve of his preat undertaking, her
father sent for her, she unhesitatingly relinquished
the allurements of civilization for a place in his
wilderness lodge and by his side.

From him she was now learning the greatest of
all arts, that of knowing when to keep silence and
when to speak. Thus, fond as she had become of
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Edith Hester, she wisely kept many things from her ;
among others, by Pontiac’s desire, the fact that her
brother Donald and Paymaster Bullen had been cap-
tured, an event that occurred some two weeks after
Edith herself was brought from the island. Nor
were the major and his daughter allowed to know
what took place in the Ottawa village, which had
been removed a full mile from the carefully guarded
quarters assigned to them, and to which, for their
own safety, they were closely confined.

Ah-mo’s influence over her father was regarded
unfavourably by some of the chiefs, and especially by
Mahng, the Ojibwa, who, having sought her in mar-
riage for his son Suggema, and being met with a
prompt refusal, had conceived an intense dislike for
her. This was inflamed by her friendship for the
daughter of Major Hester, whom Mahng regarded
as the chief of his enemies. Therefore, in all his
plans for revenge upon those who, he was determined,
should feel the weight of his wrath, Ah-mo was in-
cluded; and he impatiently awaited a fitting time
for the carrying out of his evil designs. When,
therefore, near the close of a certain day, Pontiac
bade the Ojibwas hold themselves in readiness to
repel an attack, which he had secret information
the English were to make that night, Mahng smiled
grimly; for he believed his long-desired opportunity
had arrived.
CHAPTER XXXV
A NIGHT OF FIGHTING AND TERROR

In Fort Detroit the night after that of Gladwyn’s
dinner party was one of sleeplessness, busy prepara-
tion, and intense, though suppressed excitement.
The expedition intended for the surprise and de-
struction of Pontiac’s village, and the rescue of the
Hesters, was about to set forth under command of
Captain Dalzell. As it was believed that the Indians
would be less on their guard just before dawn than
at any other hour of the night, the line of march
was not to be taken up until two o’clock in the
morning. At that hour the great gate of the fort
was thrown open and the selected troops, two hun-
dred and fifty in number, filed silently out into the
intense darkness of the sultry night.

In close order and without the utterance of a word
they marched up the river road, the black waters
gleaming dimly on their right. Their left was
bounded by the white houses of Canadian settlers,
with their barns and orchards and cornfields. From
these they were saluted by the clamorous barking of
watch-dogs, while many a startled face peered anx-
iously at them from the unshuttered windows, The
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frightened inhabitants, roused from sleep by the un-
usual sound: of marching troops, were filled with
uneasiness, and gathered in little groups by the
roadside to question each other and listen to the
measured tramping as it was borne faintly back to
them on the damp night air.

Besides these there were other figures flitting
behind the houses, through the rustling cornfields
and from tree to tree of the orchards, as still and
dark as shadows, but ever keeping pace with the
marching troops, and ever ‘watching them. These
were the scouts of Pontiac, without whose knowledge
no man had left the gates of Detroit by day or night
for more than a year. Out on the water was heard
the muffled sound of oars from the two bateaux, each
armed with a swivel gun that kept abreast of the
troops close to the river bank.

Nearly two miles from the fort, Parent’s creek, ever
since that memorable night called “ Bloody Run,”
crossed the road at right angles through a rough
ravine, and entered the river a short distance below
amid a rank growth of sedge and wild rice. It was
spanned by a rude wooden bridge and beyond this the
bank rose steeply. On its summit were piled stacks
of firewood provided for winter’s use by the thrifty
Canadians ; while from it stretched away another
series of orchards and fields, enclosed by stout
fences. As the dark column of troops struck the
bridge, its hollow echoes rang ominously in their
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ears and a deadly chill seemed to come into the
air.

The advanced guard had crossed the bridge and
breasted the steep ascent to its summit. The narrow
structure behind them was choked by the passage
of the main body. All were pressing eagerly for-
ward, anxious to gain the open ground beyond;
when suddenly there arose, clear and shrill from
the blackness beside them, the terrible war-cry of
Pontiac. It was instantly answered by a burst of
yells and a blaze of fire from every wood-pile, fence,
and tree, behind which the fierce Ottawa warriors
had been concealed for hours in anticipation of this
moment.

Before that withering fire the advanced guard,
leaving half their number dead behind them, stag-
gered back on the main body, and all recoiled
together. The little bridge became clogged beyond
its capacity with panic-stricken humanity, those in
front striving to fly, those in the rear endeavoring
to advance, until dozens of dead, wounded, and even
of those untouched by bullet were forced over the
unrailed sides into the gloomy depths below. If at
this moment an attack had been made from the rear,
not aman of Dalzell’s force would ever have regained
Fort Detroit. This was what Pontiac had planned,
and, for want of allies whom he could more fully
trust, he had consigned this important duty to Mahne

and his Ojibwas. Now, amid the roar of battle, he
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listened with strained ears for the firing that should
denote the Ojibwa attack. But no sound came from
that direction, and the heart of the great warrior sank
within him as he realized that a vital part of his plan
had miscarried.

He had scant time for reflection, however, for the
brave Dalzell, forcing his way to the front, raised
his cheery voice with encouraging shouts, rallied his
bewildered men, and led them on a fierce charge up
the heights. One more crashing volley was poured
into their ranks, but it no longer came as a surprise,
and mad with fury the redcoats swept on to the
summit. To their amazement, it was as deserted as
though no human being had ever trodden its soil.
The place from which, a moment before, Indian guns
had flashed in their faces, was as silent as the grave.
The enemy had vanished in the blackness as though
by magic, and unaccustomed to the tactics of forest
warfare, the newly arrived troops became filled with
a mysterious fear.

Still their leader urged them forward, and the
uncertain march was continued for a short distance
until it became apparent that the fence lines had
been changed, so as to lead them from the road, and
that they were involved in a maze of outbuildings
and enclosures. As they blindly groped their way,
starting nervously at every contact with each other,
and becoming each moment more confused, the shrill
war-cry was again raised, in their very ears; the
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guns of an unseen foe again flashed in their faces, and
they were furiously attacked from all sides at once.
They could not fight back, for if they sprang forward
at the flash of a gun, it was only to find an empty
space. A cry arose that they were being surrounded,
and in another minute the whole force was in a panic-
stricken retreat, rushing pell-mell down the bank
and across the bridge which was still held by the
rear guard under Captain Grant.

Here Dalzell managed to restore partial order and
give his men a certain degree of confidence by order-
ing the crews of the bateaux, which had come up the
creek, to sweep the opposite bank with grape from
their swivel guns. Thus the enemy was held in
check while such of the wounded as could be found
were got into the boats. The moment this task was
accomplished the retreat was resumed, while the
Indians sprang in pursuit, pouring in a heavy fire
from the rear and both flanks. Every now and then
the rear guard faced about and delivered a volley at
their yelling pursuers, who promptly returned it with
interest. Still the way was open to the fort, and no
serious fears were entertained that this would not
eventually be reached, until, when half the distance
was covered, the main body came opposite to a newly
dug cellar. In this were concealed a strong force of
Indians under Pontiac himself, who had hurried them
to this point with the hope of still cutting off the
retreat, and making good the previous failure of his
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plan. The advance was allowed to pass. Then came
again the terrible signal-cry of the Ottawa chieftain.
With it his warriors delivered such an unexpected
and scathing volley that the bewildered troops again
broke ranks, and, not knowing which way to fly,
huddled together like sheep in their frenzied efforts
to escape the hail of bullets.

Dalzell, already twice wounded, threatened his
men, pleaded with them, beat them into line with
the flat of his sword, and finally rallied them in a
charge that cleared the fatal cellar of its yelling
inmates. But the moment the retreat was resumed
the attack became as fierce and galling as ever. Pon-
tiac distributed his warriors from house to house,
stationing them in such advantageous positions that
their fire was well-nigh unsupportable, and every rod
of the road to safety must be stubbornly contested.

It was now daylight, and through the morning
mist the harassed soldiers could see their agile foes
darting forward to cut off stragglers, despatch the
wounded, or scalp the dead, leaping back, firing,
and running to new positions, all the time yelling
like so many demons. A strong party opening fire
from behind a range of fences, Captain Gray was
ordered to dislodge them. He obeyed, and fell mor-
tally wounded at the head of his charging company.
The moment his men turned their backs, the active
foe rushed to their old position, and their fire became
hotter than before.
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The retreat was now resolved into a flight, the dead
lay where they fell, and the wounded were aban-
doned to their fate. A sergeant shot through the
leg raised himself on his hands and gazed despair-

‘ingly after the retiring battalion. Dalzell saw him
They had fought together on many a stubborn field,
and the commander could not leave his old com-
rade to perish. He sprang to the rescue of the
wounded man, and was lifting him when struck and
instantly killed by an Indian bullet. Few saw him
fall, and none dared attempt the recovery of his
body.

With the death of their gallant leader, the retreat-
ing troops became a panic-stricken mob in which
every one looked out for himself. Only Grant’s
little company and Rogers’ handful of rangers stood
firm, and by occupying house after house as they
slowly fell back, protected somewhat the flight of
the main body.

The exhausted fugitives were still at a distance
from the fort when they were met by an irregular
company of traders and their employees, the sole force
that Gladwyn dared spare from his slender garrison,
‘under command of Paymaster Bullen. The. little
man in buckskin displayed such coolness and good
judgment, and was so ably supported by his motley
following, that from that moment the disastrous re-
treat was effectively covered. By eight o’clock, or
after six hours of marching and fighting, the dis-
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organized remnant of the little army, that had set
forth to wipe Pontiac and his red followers from the
face of the earth, found themselves, as by a miracle,
once more behind the sheltering palisades of the fort,
which for many months thereafter they had no desire
to leave.

About this time, the Ottawa chieftain who had
won this signal victory, returned to his village with
so moody a brow, that even his own followers durst
not utter their rejoicings in his presence. He had
been so confident of destroying Dalzell’s entire force
and his plans had been so well laid, that to have
them miscarry through treachery, aroused his utmost
fury. Thus he now proposed to deal with the trai-
tors in such a manner that there would be no chance
of their example becoming contagious among the
warriors who still acknowledged his authority.
CHAPTER XXXVI
BRAVE DEATH OF THE OLD MAJOR

THE evening preceding that night of death and
terror was spent quietly and pleasantly, as was their
wont, by Edith and Ah-mo in Major Hester’s room.
It was an unusually happy time, for Ah-mo, having
received her father’s permission to do so, told them
of Donald, his bravery, his wounds, his captivity,
the strange manner in which he had been identified
by the mark of a totem on his arm, his recovery from
illness in the secluded quiet of Pontiac’s island, and
the glad tidings that, on the morrow, he would be
allowed to visit them. m

To both Major Hester and Edith the first knowl-
edge that Donald was a prisoner came as a shock,
but when they reflected upon the kindness with
which they had been treated, and realized, from
Ah-mo’s account, that the young ensign was re-
garded with equal favour by Pontiac, they became
reconciled to the idea of his captivity, and only
anxious to note for themselves his reported recovery
from the illness caused by wounds. So they im-
patiently watched the passing of the hours that
brought him nearer to them, and beguiled the time
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by talking of him. Major Hester told the story of
Songa and Mahng, and how the life of the former
had been saved by the baby Donald. With infinite
zest he recalled the kick with which he had repelled
Mahng’s attack on the young Ottawa chief, who was
now known to all men as Pontiac.

Ab-mo had never before heard of this, and she
anxiously wondered if that Mahng could be the
same who was now the leader of one of the Ojibwa
bands.

But the major was still narrating, and describing
the brave deed of Songa’s beautiful squaw.

“My mother,” murmured Ah-mo.

“And more worthy of honour than a queen!”
claimed the major.

Then he told of their escape from Tawtry House,
of Donald’s subsequent disappearance, and of the
strange mark found on his arm when he was re-
stored to them.

“TJ soon learned,” said the old soldier, “that it was
the symbol of a totem, though I never knew why it
was tattooed on the child’s arm, nor by whom. Per-
haps you can tell us of it, Ah-mo. It was some-
thing after this fashion.” .

Here the major drew a sketch of the design on a
bit of paper.

ex-

“Yes,” replied the Indian girl, regarding the
sketch, “from this alone could I tell the clan of the
warrior wearing it, his standing in the tribe, and
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who had tattooed the symbol. Even without the
sketch I could have told you these things, for I have
looked upon the original.”

“When?” asked Edith, wonderingly.

“At the time when my father recognized his own
handiwork on the arm of a captive.”

“You then have seen our Donald and never told
us of the meeting, nor what he said, nor anything!”
exclaimed the white girl, in a grieved tone.

“T have seen him twice,” replied Ah-mo, “but
we have never exchanged words, nor do I think he
knows who I am. The first time I saw him was
shortly after my coming from Montreal, when I was
on the river in a canoe with one of my girl friends.
He was also in a canoe, but helplessly drifting, hav-
ing broken his only paddle. JI laughed at his pre-
dicament and would have let him drift, had not my
companion mentioned his name. It was one es-
teemed by all of Indian blood, and though I knew
not whether the young man bore any relation to my
father’s friend, I determined, for the sake of his
name, to help him. We approached him so quietly
that he did not hear us, tossed a paddle into his

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canoe, and were off almost before he knew of our
presence. That was one time. The other was but
a few weeks since, when I stood with my father and
a captive was laid unconscious at our feet. My
father knew him not, and but for the totem would
never have recognized him.”
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“What is this totem?” inquired Edith.

“Tt is that of the Bear, the same to which my
father belongs.”

“And you, too, and your brothers?”

“No, we belong to our mother’s totem, which is
that of the Beaver, for no one may belong to the
totem of his father.”

** And what means the circle of serpents?” asked
Major Hester.

“Tt signifies the magic circle of the Metai, to
which none but a brave warrior, who has won the
honour by some notable deed, may belong.”

“But Donald was a child.”

“Was he not by birth a warrior who could be
naught but brave? and had he not already, as you
have just told, saved the life of a chief of the
Metai?” queried Ah-mo.

“True, so he had,” asserted the major. “ But what
is this Metai of which you speak?”

“Being a woman, I know but little of it,”
answered the Indian girl. “It is a powerful order of
much mystery extending over many tribes. It is
greatly feared by those who do not belong to it,
while those who do will aid each other in any
extremity and to the full extent of their powers.
In it are many degrees of merit, and he who is
its chief must be obeyed by all who acknowledge
its authority.”

“Why, girl, you are describing free-masonry!”
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cried the major, who was himself a master-mason.
“Have the members of this Metai signs and pass-
words by which they may recognize each other?”

“They have, but I know them not,” replied
Ah-mo.

“Of course not, seeing that you are a girl; but
Pontiac is certain to know something of this thing,
and, if the mighty brotherhood that encircles the
world has indeed penetrated the American wilder-
ness, then will we settle this useless war in short
order. By the way, Ah-mo, who is the present
chief of this magic circle? or is it not known to
the uninitiated?”

“It is known to all who care to know,” replied the
girl, proudly, “for his name is Pontiac, and it is
his own mark, which no other may use, that encloses
the all-seeing eye of the Metai on your son’s arm.”

“Whew-w-w,” whistled the major, reflectingly.
“So that is the secret of Pontiac’s wide-spread in-
fluence? Well, I must see and question him about
it to-morrow. Now, girls, leave me, for it is late,
and Ah-mo’s revelations have given me much food
for thought.”

As he kissed his daughter good-night and blessed
her, so he also, for the first time, kissed Ah-mo and
gave her his blessing, saying that she was becoming
as dear to him as an own daughter.

As the two girls crossed the space intervening
between Major Hester’s quarters and the house in
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which they slept, Edith wondered that they did not
meet any of the guards who were generally so quick
to note every movement in that vicinity, especially
at night. She was also impressed with Ah-mo’s
unusual silence and her frequent starts at the little
noises made by birds or insects. When they reached
their room, the Indian girl sat by the open window,
saying that she did not feel like going to bed just
yet, and after a while Edith fell asleep leaving her
sitting gazing out into the night.

It seemed many hours later when she awoke to find
her companion still sitting in the same position.
On rising and going to her, she found the Indian
girl to be trembling as though with a chill.

“What is it, Ah-mo?” she asked in alarm. “Are
you ill, dear?”

As though in answer there came a roar of mus-
ketry from a point not far distant, and yells, and
shrill cries, and the sharp crack of rifles.

At the sounds Pontiac’s daughter sprang up,
crying: “It has begun! Oh, my father! my father!”

“What does it mean? Tell me, Ah-mo!” gasped
Edith, her voice sunk to a whisper with terror.

“Tt is a battle,” replied the Indian girl, sternly,
“between thy people and my people. It is time to
dress and be prepared for what may happen.”

In a few minutes Edith, fully dressed, declared
that she must go to her father, that they might share
together whatever danger threatened.
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“Whither you go,” replied the other, “there must
I go also,” and so they left the house in company.
They heard the old Canadian couple who owned it
moving about as they went out, but did not stop to
speak to them. As they gained the road, the firing,
which had been momentarily silenced, broke out
afresh apparently nearer than before. In Major
Hester’s quarters they saw a dim light, and with
clasped hands they started to run toward it.

At that moment a score of dark figures appeared,
coming swiftly from the direction of the light. The
next instant the girls were surrounded, seized in
brawny arms, and borne away, their gasping cries of
terror being smothered ere they were fully uttered.

An hour later, in the gray of dawn, two young
men came hurrying down the road. “Is that the
place, Atoka?” asked one, pointing to the house
occupied by Major Hester, in front of which a little
group of frightened Canadian peasants were gathered.

His companion nodded assent, whereupon the
other exclaimed, “Thank God, there has been no
fighting here!” Then he sprang forward, scattering
the Canadians, who recoiled in terror at his sudden
appearance, and entered the house. In another min-
ute a bitter cry rang from the open windows, and
the hearers crossed themselves at the sound.

Donald Hester had discovered his father lying in
a pool of blood, from which none had dared lift him, .
and pierced by a dozen wounds, but still breathing.
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“Father! Dear father! Speak to me. It is
your own boy, Donald!” cried the youth in pitiful
accents, as he raised the prostrate form in his arms.
“Tell me, father, who has done this thing.”

The dying man opened his eyes, and fixed them
full on the face of his son. For a few seconds he
gazed on the loved features, and his lips moved as
in a blessing, though no sound came from them.
Then, with a smile of ineffable sweetness, and a
sigh of perfect content, the light faded from the dear
eyes, and the spirit of the brave old soldier passed
gently from the war-worn body into the fadeless
dawn of eternity.

Very tenderly did Donald lift the lifeless body of
his father to the humble pallet that had been the sol-
dier’s bed for many weeks. Then he sat beside it,
keeping motionless watch over his dead, while Atoka
stood silently in the doorway guarding the grief of
his friend from curious intrusion.
CHAPTER XXXVII
THE CURSE OF THE MAGIC CIRCLE

From the moment that Donald Hester’s brave
shout of warning saved the schooner Gladwyn from
capture, he was like one who sleeps, until he awoke
to consciousness amid the strange surroundings of an
Indian lodge. Soft hands were bathing his throbbing
brow, and when he opened his eyes they rested on a
face of such loveliness, and at the same time so filled
with pity, that it seemed to him but the fairest frag-
ment of a beautiful dream. The radiant smile that
greeted his restoration to life gave the face a
strangely familiar look; but he was too weak to
remember where he had seen it, and fell asleep
from the weariness of the effort. When he next
awoke he was much stronger, and gazed eagerly
about with the hope that the face might prove a
reality ; but nowhere could he discover it, nor did
it appear to him again.

He was devotedly cared for by an old squaw, the
most skilled nurse in all the Ottawa tribe, and by a
young warrior whom he came to know as Atoka.
Others occasionally visited the lodge, but never the
one he longed to see, and so he finally decided that
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the face had indeed come to him in a dream and
not in reality.

Aided by youth and the magic of Indian simples,
Donald’s recovery was certain and rapid. Atoka
was his constant companion, and, to while away the .
slow hours, each taught the other his own language.
One day the Indian lad made mention of his sister
Ah-mo, and Donald caught eagerly at the name.
At once it was connected with his vision and with
a long ago day of sunshine on the river.

“Ts she not the daughter of Pontiac?” he inquired.

SeSe

“Then you must be a son of the great chief?”

“T am his son,” replied the young Indian, proudly.

‘Am I, then, Pontiac’s prisoner?”

“No. One bearing the sign of the Metai may be
Pontiac’s guest, but never his prisoner.”

“Ah, yes! I forgot my symbolic marking. But
tell me, Atoka, was not your sister with two white
women on an island not long since?”

“She was. But they were taken to Detroit in
exchange for prisoners held in the fort.”

In saying this Atoka believed he was telling the
truth, for he knew not that Edith still remained in
the Ottawa village. From the day that Donald was
placed in his charge he had not left the island, nor
had any of its other occupants, save occasionally to
hunt or fish, for Pontiac did not wish it generally
known that a white captive was held there.
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As the means of intelligent intercourse between
the young men increased, Donald learned many
other things of which he had been ignorant, and
among them that his own father was also a prisoner,
or, as Atoka said, a guest, in the Ottawa village.

“When you have recovered your full strength,
then am I to take you to him, for so Pontiac has
ordered,” added Atoka.

Thus inspired to gain strength, Donald did so
with such rapidity that, a week later, he was able
to throw Atoka in a wrestling match, and the young
warrior sent word to his father that he should bring
his charge to the village on the following day.

Donald was so excited at the prospect of a near
reunion with his beloved parent, that, to his im-
patience, no hours had ever seemed so long as did
those of that last day of his seclusion. He retired
early in order to shorten them by sleep, but was wide
awake when startled by the sound of distant, though
heavy and continuous firing.

“Tt is an attack on the Ottawa village,” he said.

“ Or on the fort,” answered Atoka.

Both were so impatient to visit the scene of conflict
that neither needed to be reminded of their purpose
to go to the village on that very day. So ina few
minutes they had launched a canoe and set forth, with
what results, we have already learned.

As Donald watched beside his father’s body, a hand

was laid on his shoulder, and one whom he recognized
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as Pontiac stood beside him, his stern face softened
by sorrow.

“He was my friend,” said the chieftain. “I loved
him with a love that was more than that of a brother.
Now that he has gone, night has fallen, and all things
are hidden in darkness. Long years ago he saved my
life, and in so doing made an enemy of him who has
now taken hisinrevenge. This man isa dog of dogs,
and from this hour he is outcast among the children
of the forest. With the curse of the Metai shall he
be cursed, he and his forever. I, Pontiac, Chief of
the Magic Circle, have said it.”

“ What is his name, and where may he be found?”
asked Donald, eagerly.

“His name is Mahng, and he is of the Ojibwas,
though where he may be found I know not yet. But
found he must be, for not only is he the murderer of
thy father and my friend, and a traitor to all in whose
veins runs Indian blood, but he has stolen and taken
with him those most dear to thee and to me, thy
sister and my daughter.”

“ What!” cried Donald, springing to his feet. “My
sister, say you? Is she not safe in the fort?”

“No,” answered Pontiac, sadly. “For safety did
I keep her here, with her father. Now is she gone,
and with her is gone Ah-mo, my daughter, and my
right hand. To recover them, and to avenge this
death, I might command the Ottawa nation to follow
me, and they would obey. I might destroy the Ojib-
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was from the face of the earth, but it may not be. In
a private quarrel I may not array tribe against tribe.
Nor in this case would the strength of a war-party
prove of such value as the cunning of two men. The
one is doubtless expected, and will be watched for,
while the others may pass unnoticed. Therefore
have I selected two who shall be intrusted with this
mission and vengeance. They are my two sons, one
of whom is of the Totem of the Bear, and the other of
the Totem of the Beaver, so that two totems shall be
matched against one, for Mahng is of the Totem of
the Wolf. One of them is, besides, of the order of
Metai, on which Mahng has no claim.”

“But am I not to be allowed to take part in the
rescue of my own sister? Am I to be kept here, a
miserable captive, while others do the work that is
' rightly mine?” cried Donald.

“My son,” replied Pontiac, again laying his hand
gently on the young man’s shoulder, “art thou not
of the order of the Metai, and of my totem, the Totem
of the Bear? Hast thou not been the son of my
heart from the day thy baby arms clasped my neck
and saved me from death? I had no thought but
that thou shouldst go as one of my messengers, and
Atoka shall go with thee.”

So it was planned in that chamber of death. After
a while four venerable warriors, all of the Metai, were
summoned; Atoka, who had as yet performed no
deed to entitle him to membership, was sent outside
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to guard the door; and, in the presence of his dead
father, Donald Hester was initiated into the dread
secrets of the magic circle. It was a solemn and try-
ing ordeal, and his face was very pale when it was
ended; but his mouth was firm-set and he seemed to
have gained in manliness of bearing.

A few hours later the body of Major Hester,
wrapped in the flag he had served so faithfully, was
laid to rest in the presence of a thousand Indians,
whose friend he had ever been, and over his grave a
file of Ottawa warriors fired the echoing volley that
betokened their respect for his rank.

Then was Donald led away to Pontiac’s own lodge,
where, in pursuance of the plan already formed, his
entire body was stained a rich coppery brown and he
was, in other ways, carefully disguised as an Ottawa
warrior. It was given out that Atoka was to be sent
as a runner to announce Pontiac’s recent victory to
distant tribes and to solicit their aid in carrying on
the war. It was also whispered that he was to be
accompanied by a member of the Metai, who should
proclaim the dread curse of the magic circle against
Mahng, the Ojibwa, and all who should give him
aid. As the proceedings of this mysterious order
were always conducted in secret, no one was sur-
prised that the identity of its messenger was not
disclosed, nor that his departure should be made at
night unseen of all men save only Pontiac, chief of
the Metai.
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So greatly did Mahng dread the wrath of Pon-
tiac, that from the first he took eyery precaution to
conceal the traces of his flight. Thus Donald was
obliged to set forth on this renewed search for his
lost sister without an idea of what coursé to pursue.
He only knew that the country of the Ojibwas lay
to the north, and so in this direction were his steps
first directed.

For many weeks did he and Atoka travel by land
and over the waters of the Great Lakes, down swift
rushing streams, along dim trails and through weary
leagues of pathless forest, where they were only
guided by that instinct of woodcraft which, in an
Indian, ranks with the keenest of his senses. To
Saginaw and Thunder Bay they went, to Michili-
mackinac and L’abre Croche, even to the far northern
Sault of Ste. Marie, without finding those whom they
sought. In every Indian village and camp, in every
forest lodge, and to the lone hunter, whenever they
crossed his trail, did they proclaim the dread message
of the Metai by which Mahng, the Ojibwa, was out-
cast forever.

The uninitiated listened with fear and trembling;
but everywhere they found grave warriors and stately
chiefs, who gave the answer of the magic circle: —

“ He is cursed. Let him be cursed,” and did every-
thing possible to speed their errand.

In all this time they found no sign, nor until they
began to retrace their steps did they gain tidings of
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their quest. Now, here and there, they began to
come across trembling wretches who had been with
Mahng on that fatal night, but whom the terrible,
far-reaching curse had since driven terror-stricken
from him. Of these they learned that he had, from
the first, made his way to the south to the country
of the Shawnees, who had at first received him
kindly. Then, as the dread sentence of the Metai
reached those remoter parts, he was driven from
camp to camp until there was none who dared give
him shelter or aid. So he turned to the far west with
a purpose of joining the fierce Dacotahs beyond the
great river.

Following this faint clue, Donald and Atoka
crossed Lake Michigan, ascended Green bay and
the swift waters of the Fox until they could portage
into the wide torrent of the Wisconsin. This they
purposed to descend to the Mississippi, on whose
banks they hoped for further news.

One day in the late autumn they came to a place
where they must needs carry around a great fall, the
roar of whose plunging waters could be heard for
miles through the silent forest. From their landing
Donald entered the narrow trail of the carry first,
bearing the canoe on his head and shoulders, while
Atoka followed after a slight delay, with their rifles
and scanty camp equipage. At the highest point
of the carry the pathway, barely wide enough for
the passage of two persons, skirted the very brink
po



‘SMAHNG PITCHED HEADLONG INTO THE AWFUL DEPTHS
OF THE SEETHING CALDRON.”
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of the awful precipice over which thundered the
cataract.

Here Donald came. suddenly face to face with a
slight figure, bending beneath a burden, whom he
instantly recognized as Ah-mo, the daughter of Pon-
tiac. At the same moment a man emerged from
behind a point of rock a few paces beyond her,
whom Donald knew by instinct to be Mahng. Hurl-
ing his burden from him, careless of its fate, and
shouting the anathema of the Metai, the avenger
sprang past the crouching girl to grapple with his
mortal foe. But the latter did not await him. With
the terrible words he had so long dreaded to hear
ringing in his ears, he turned to fly, slipped on the
wet rocks, clutched wildly at the empty air, and
pitched headlong into the awful depths of the seeth-
ing caldron a hundred feet below.
CHAPTER XXXVIII

A WINTER IN THE WILDERNESS

For a moment Donald stood rooted to the spot by
the suddenness and awfulness of the fate that had
overtaken his enemy. Then like a flash it came to
him that, even while his attention was wholly cen-
tred on the tragedy just enacted, he had been aware
of another man ascending the pathway who had
turned and fled. Was he then to be robbed of the
fruits of his arduous journeyings? Was Edith
again to be snatched from him when almost within
his reach? No, not if he, alone and unarmed, were
forced to battle for her with a score of Mahng’s
treacherous followers. So thinking, he sprang down
the steep trail with a reckless disregard of every-
thing save the necessity of gaining its further end
with all possible speed.

Less than a minute had elapsed since he first
caught sight of Mahng. In two more he reached the
end of the trail beside a pool of dark water only
to find the place untenanted. Out in the river, still
within rifle-shot, but speeding down stream as
though in deadly fear, was a single canoe in which
were three persons. Donald felt certain that two
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of these were females. Of course one was Edith,
and though yet within sight, she was as hopelessly
removed from him as though they were separated
by leagues instead of rods. His own canoe had
gone over the precipice, there was no trail through
the dense forest growth that overhung the river
bank, and if there were he could hardly have kept
pace with that fleeting shadow out in the swift cur-
rent. Yes, Edith was again lost to him, and as the
now distant canoe rounded a bend and vanished from
his sight, the young man threw himself on the
ground, overcome by a dumb despair.

From this state he was roused by the sound of
footsteps, and of a soft voice saying, “Donald Hes-
ter.” He sprang to his feet to find Ah-mo and
Atoka standing before him. The former was thin
and worn as though with weariness and anxiety,
and, though her face was now lighted by the radi-
ance of a transition from despair to a new hope,
much of its former beauty was wanting. She was
holding out a hand and saying: —

“Donald Hester, I did not know who you were
until Atoka came and told me. But I did know
that you saved my life, for so great was my misery
and despair that-in another minute I should have
ended both by an act that I now shudder to recall.
So I thank you, Donald Hester, who art now become
my brother, since Pontiac claims you for a son.”

“JT did nothing worthy of thanks, Ah-mo, my
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sister,” answered Donald, bitterly, “and now that
Edith is again lost to me, I feel that I have done
worse than nothing. But tell me of her. Is she
well? and what treatment does she receive at the
hands of Mahng’s ruffians?”

“T know not,” replied Ah-mo, sadly, “for it is
now many weeks since we were cruelly separated,
and whither she was taken I have no knowledge.”

“What?” cried Donald, “was she not with you
on this very spot but a few minutes since? and did
I not see her borne despairingly away in a canoe
that is but just lost to sight?”

“No, there was none with me save Mahng and his
brother and their wives. We have travelled long
and wearily since Edith was torn from my arms,
and of her fate I know nothing. I was being taken
to the north that I might marry Suggema, the son
of Mahng, who believed that my father would thus
be compelled to withdraw his curse.”

“And did you wish for this marriage?” asked
Donald, curiously.

“Did I not say that I was on the point of throw-
ing myself from yonder cliff to escape the misery of
such a thing?”

“Forgive me, my sister,” said the young man,
humbly. “I had no cause to doubt you, nor do I.
It was a thoughtless question.”

With their mission thus partly fulfilled, Donald
and Atoka were confronted by the serious problem
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of what move to make next. The season was near-
ing winter. Jn a short time the streams would be
frozen, and the forest trails choked with snow.
They had no canoe and it was too late in the year
to peel bark with which to construct one. Their
supply of food was scanty, and very soon the game
on which they were wholly dependent would dis-
appear from that part of the country. Then, too,
Ah-mo’s strength was so nearly spent that she
was in no condition for rough travel, even had
they the means to go and a knowledge of what
direction to take. So, after a long discussion, it
was reluctantly decided that they must remain
where they were until the coming of spring with
its flowing sap should enable them to build another
canoe, and resume their search for Donald’s sister.

The succeeding weeks were filled with busy and
arduous toil. A winter in that latitude, where the
mercury often falls to 20° and even 30° below zero,
can only be successfully encountered after elaborate
preparation, and the little company who now found
themselves stranded on the verge of that vast north-
ern forest, had everything to do, with but slight
means and scanty time. The followers of Mahng
had abandoned many things in their hasty flight
which now proved of the utmost value, and a wel-
come addition to the limited outfit of Donald and
Atoka. Among these things were several blan-
kets, an axe, and a few rude cooking-utensils.
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These they removed to the spot selected for their
winter home, about a mile from the river on the bank
of a small stream that flowed into it and near by a
pond formed by an old and very large beaver dam.
Here, before night of that first day, a snug hut of
bark was erected for Ah-mo’s accommodation, and
from here the young men set forth the next morning
on the busiest season of hunting and trapping in
which either of them had ever engaged. Every-
thing that wore fur or feathers and could furnish
meat to be smoked or dried for future use was
eagerly sought. Their success was phenomenal.
Deer, bear, turkeys, and geese fell before their
rifles, while their traps, in the construction of
which Atoka was a past-master, yielded beaver,
otter, muskrat, and raccoons.

Within a month they had collected such a quan-
tity of meat and skins as assured them against both
hunger and cold between then and spring. Now
they turned their attention to a house, and, with
only their ready axes for tools, they had one finished
two weeks later that they surveyed with genuine
pleasure and pardonable pride.- It was of logs,
notched and fitted together at the corners, twelve feet
square and with walls six feet high. It was chinked
with moss, had a tight floor of hewed cedar planks,
a roof of hemlock bark, a chimney and fireplace of
stones cemented with blue clay and sand, two small
windows covered with scraped and tightly stretched
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intestines taken from a deer, and a stout door hung
on wooden hinges.

The hut was hardly ready for occupancy before
the winter storms set in and the whole forest world
was buried in snow. Still the inmates of “Castle
Beaver,” as Donald named their cosy dwelling, were
by no means idle nor did an hour of time hang
heavily on their hands for lack of occupation.
Ah-mo had gathered an immense supply of flags
and sedge grass, from which she not only braided
enough of the matting, so commonly used among
the northern tribes, to enclose her own corner of
the hut, but to cover all the interior walls as well.
The floor was warmly spread with skins, from which
their couches were also formed.

Besides always adding to the comforts of their
home, they found plenty of indoor work in the way
of cutting out buckskin and fur garments which
were sewed with deer sinew, the making of snow-
shoes and wooden bowls, and the braiding of mats.
For recreation Donald told tales of the great world
beyond the sea, Ah-mo related incidents of her life
in Montreal, and Atoka recalled many a weird In-
dian legend. They also played simple games.
Atoka was taught to read and write from copies set
by Donald, while all three improved their knowl-
edge of English, French, and several Indian dia-
lects. For outside work there were traps to be
visited, snow to be cleared from the path leading to
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the river, the water hole through the ice to be
chopped out every day, water to be fetched, wood
to be cut for the roaring fireplace, fish to be caught
through the ice in the pond, and an occasional hunt
to be taken after fresh meat.

In all this busy life Ah-mo, who had fully re-
covered her strength and beauty, was ever the lead-
ing spirit. At the same time she was so modest
and intelligent, so cheerful and uncomplaining, that
Donald regarded her with ever-increasing respect
and admiration.

“Tf Edith were only with us,” he would sigh, “I
think I should be content to dwell here for the rest |
of my life,” whereat Ah-mo would laugh and bid
him be cautious how he made such rash statements.
Never a day passed but what they talked of Edith
and planned their search for her. Donald, too, often
spoke of his dear friend Christie, who, he declared,
was the one white man of his acquaintance with
whom he would be willing to share this pleasant
forest life.

At length the winter came to an end. The south
winds began to blow, the snow to melt, the ice
to break up, the wild geese to fly northward in
V-shaped companies, and the sap to run in the trees.
While the snow was still on the ground, they
gathered sap from the rock maples and boiled it into
a plentiful supply of sugar. After that came the
building of a canoe and the fashioning of its paddles.
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It was with high hopes, but at the same time with
genuine regret, that, late in May, they bade farewell
to their winter home, launched a canoe, deep-
laden with their accumulated stock of furs, and
started southward on the swift waters of the Wis-
consin. For weeks they floated with its current,
and on the mighty volume of the Mississippi. At
the newly established trading-post of St. Louis
they exchanged their furs for ammunition and such
goods as they needed, but at such extortionate rates
as made Donald’s blood boil with anger.

Here, for the first time in many months, they met
white men, but none of these suspected for a moment
’ that Donald was aught but the Indian he appeared,
nor did he undeceive them, and after a short stay
their journey was resumed. It was still south-
ward to the Ohio, then up that river and the Wa-
bash to the place where Ah-mo and Edith had been
separated. Here, with all their efforts, they could
only learn that the white girl had been taken to the
eastward into the country of the Delawares. So
they patiently retraced their course down the wind-
ing Wabash, and then continued their way up the
Ohio to the Scioto and the Muskingum, stopping
to make inquiries at every Indian camp and village
through all that vast territory. Sometimes they
seemed to find a clue, but it was always quickly
lost, and toward the end of the summer they were
well-nigh despairing. Only Ah-mo remained cheer-
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fully hopeful and ever urged the others to fresh
efforts.

At length, in September, they learned the star-
tling news that a great English army was descending
the Ohio from Fort Pitt, and that its commander,
Colonel Bouquet, had summoned all the Indians
of that region to meet him on the Muskingum.
There they were to deliver to him every white captive
whom they held: and sign a treaty of peace, or else
he would ravage their country with fire and bullet.
From the moment he heard of this Donald deter-
mined to attend that great gathering, and his com-
panions willingly consented to accompany him.
CHAPTER XXXIX
AN ADOPTED DAUGHTER OF THE FOREST

So forgetful had the people of Pennsylvania
become of the example of their great founder that
they systematically robbed, cheated, and murdered
the unfortunate Indians with whom they had deal-
ings, until, fired by the eloquence of Pontiac, these
rose in rebellion and began a fierce war of revenge.
Now the panic-stricken traders and frontier settlers,
who were directly responsible for this state of affairs,
demanded that a bounty be offered for Indian scalps.
By their clamour they at length forced the English
governor of the colony to yield to their demands and
sign the infamous bill. It provided that a reward
averaging one hundred dollars be paid for the scalp
of every Indian, man, woman, or child, killed within
the limits of the province. Upon the issuing of this
proclamation, to quote a leading historian, “an era of
carnage ensued, during which the worst acts of Indian
ferocity were thrown into the shade by the enormities
of white barbarians.”

Dwelling in a Shawnee village at this time was an
English soldier named Dayid Owens, who had de-

serted from Braddock’s army ten years before and
(M122) x
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joined the Indians. He had been kindly received,
adopted into the tribe, had married the daughter of a
chief, and become the father of two children. With
the prospect of gaining a reward for Indian scalps, all
the cupidity of this man’s fiendish nature was aroused,
and on the approach of Bouquet’s army he conceived
a plan for enriching himself and at the same time
escaping the punishment due him as a deserter.
While meditating it he found himself encamped one
night with two warriors, his own wife, another
woman, and his two children. Toward morning he
arose, and seeing by the dim light of the camp-fire
that the others were buried in profound sleep, he
placed two rifles so that their muzzles were close to
the heads of the unconscious warriors and pulled both
triggers at the same instant. Then, with hatchet and
knife, he deliberately despatched the women and
children, who cowered about him in helpless terror.
With the horrible evidences of his crime dangling
from his belt he then set forth for the nearest English
outpost. Here he was not only paid for his scalps,
but pardoned for his desertion and given a com-
mission as interpreter in Bouquet’s army.

So infuriated were the inmates of the village to
which the victims of this outrage belonged, that, in
retaliation, they determined to put to death six white
captives who happened to be in their power. These
were to be tortured on so many successive days.
Five of them suffered their dreadful fate before the
AN ADOPTED DAUGHTER OF THE FOREST 307

eyes of the sixth, and, at length, it came his turn to
be led to the stake. He was a stalwart, handsome
fellow, who had been held as a slave for more than
a year. He had refused several offers of adoption,
preferring to retain the privilege of effecting an
escape, if he could, to pledging his loyalty to the
tribe. So, as a slave, he had been made to toil early
and late for his savage masters. Now, having fruit-
lessly exhausted every means of escape, as well as
his powers of pleading for his own life, he deter-
mined to meet his fate as bravely as became a British
soldier. With a rope about his neck, and a face
betraying no trace of the horror and despair that
filled his soul, he walked calmly through the jeering
throng of spectators to the fatal stake.

The rope was already made fast to it, and the
signal for the first act of the dreadful drama was
about to be given, when a fair-haired girl, mounted
on a pony, dashed through the crowd, scattering it
to right and left. She severed the rope that bound
the motionless captive to the tree of death, and then,
wheeling about, delivered, with flashing eyes and
bitter tongue, a harangue in the Indian language
that caused her hearers to hang their heads in
shame. She termed them cowards for visiting their
vengeance on innocent and helpless captives, and
fearlessly bade them begone from her sight, ere she
called down the wrath of the Great Spirit on their
heads.
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As the abashed savages slunk away before the
sting of her burning words, the girl, trembling with
excitement, slid from her pony’s back to the ground.
Instantly the strong arm of him whom she had
rescued was offered for her support, and she was
electrified by the sound of her own name, which she
had not heard for many months.

“JT thank you, Edith Hester, for my life,” said the
young man, simply.

For a moment she stared at him bewildered.
Then, with a flash of recognition, she answered : —

“And I thank God that he has granted me the
privilege of saving it, James Christie.”

When Edith was borne away captive by Mahng,
the Ojibwa, he maliciously told her of her father’s
death and that her brother had also been killed by
Pontiac’s express order. Having burdened himself
with this prisoner, on the impulse of the moment,
Mahng was soon embarrassed as to how he should
dispose of her. He dared not kill her, for he con-
templated seeking an alliance with the English. At
the same time, she proved a decided encumbrance
on his rapid journeyings. Thus when he discovered
that the wife of Custaloga, a Shawnee chief, who had
recently lost her only daughter, was willing to adopt
Edith in her place, he gladly relinquished his fair
prisoner.

Custaloga and his wife and his sons were so proud
of the beautiful white girl, whom they now claimed
AN ADOPTED DAUGHTER OF THE FOREST 309

as daughter and sister, and treated her with such
unvarying kindness, that before long she became
really attached to them. As she reflected that with
her own father and brother dead, her former life had
no longer a claim on her, she grew reconciled to that
of the forest, and determined to make the best of her
situation. So she devoted herself to learning the
language of her new people, and before long, by her
fearlessness and strength of character, coupled with
many acts of kindness, gained a decided influence
over them.

She was always a friend of the white captives
among the Shawnees and succeeded in lightening
many of their burdens. At length, while on a jour-
ney with her adopted mother and youngest brother,
she heard of the terrible tragedy even then being
enacted in a Shawnee village only a few miles from
where they were encamped. Fired with horror and
pity, she impulsively sprang on her pony and dashed
away in the direction of the village, which she
reached just in time to save the life of James Christie.

Ere she left the village, she obtained a pledge from
the warriors of that band that his life should not again
be endangered at their hands, and that in the future he
should be well treated. Then, promising to see him
again when they should come back that way, Edith
bade the young soldier farewell and returned to the
lodge that was now her home. From that moment
she was conscious of a change in her feelings, and of
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a longing for the life of her own people which was
already beginning to seem strange and remote.

It so happened that Edith and Christie did not
meet again until at the great gathering of the Ohio
valley Indians and their captives, held on the banks
of the beautiful Muskingum by order of Colonel
Bouquet. Edith was brought in first, and though
she protested that she had no desire to leave her
adopted parents, she was so warmly welcomed by
the commander and his officers, many of whom had
known both her father and brother, that she gradu-
ally allowed herself to be persuaded to a renewed
trial of civilization. So strange seemed the dress
with which she was provided by the matrons, who ac-
companied the expedition for the express purpose of
caring for the female captives, that for days she would
only consent to wear it for an hour or so at a time.

All this while there was daily witnessed in Bou-
quet’s camp some of the most pathetic scenes of that
strange war, the bringing in of hundreds of captives
of both sexes and all ages, and the eager search
among them of husbands, brothers, or sons for lost
relatives. Many of those thus brought in had been
born among the Indians or had lived with them for
so long as to forget their own people. These clung
piteously to their savage friends, begging that they
might not be separated from them, and a number of
these afterward effected an escape from the soldiers,
in order to return to their beloved forest homes.
AN ADOPTED DAUGHTER OF THE FOREST 311

As group after group came in, Edith Hester scanned
them eagerly in search of a familiar face. At length
she saw it, and her eyes lighted with pleasure as she
and Christie again met. He was escorted by two
venerable warriors, one of whom was the father of
the woman whose white husband had slain her for
her scalp. While Edith and Christie were eagerly
talking, this Indian standing quietly near them sud-
denly uttered an exclamation of rage, raised his rifle
and fired at a white man who was passing. It was
the miscreant, David Owens; and as he fell dead
the whole camp was instantly in an uproar. The
unresisting avenger would have been killed on the
spot but for the determined protection of Edith and
Christie. As it was, he was placed under arrest and
held for trial on the following day.

At this trial, after Christie’s testimony and that of
several Indians had been taken, Edith Hester deliv-
ered such a passionate and convincing plea in behalf
of the venerable warrior who had thus avenged the
foul murder of his daughter and grandchildren that,
to the gratification of the entire assembly, Bouquet
ordered him to be acquitted and set free.

With the happy ending of this trial, while Edith
was surrounded by a group of officers and receiving
their congratulations, a young Indian forced his way
through the circle, gave one searching look at the
gitl’s face, and with an almost inarticulate cry of
“Edith!” threw his arms about her in a joyful
312 AT WAR WITH PONTIAC

embrace. The scandalized officers were about to lay
violent hands on the young savage, when to their
amazement, they saw that her arms were about his
neck, and that with her fair head on his shoulder she
was sobbing hysterically.

In another moment Christie had seized one of his
hands and was proclaiming the astounding news that
the young Indian was none other than Donald Hes-
ter, ensign in His Majesty’s regiment of Royal Ameri-
cans, and long since reported dead.

For nearly half an hour the excited group exchanged
an uninterrupted stream of questions and congratu-
lations, mingled with laughter and tears. Then it
began to move slowly in the direction of headquarters.

All this time there had been standing a short dis-
tance away an Indian youth, and an Indian maiden
whose beauty attracted much attention and many
outspoken remarks from the soldiers who sauntered
past with rude stares and ruder laughter. The girl
flushed, glanced about her indignantly, and finally
as Edith and Donald began to move away, said in a
low tone to her companion :—

“Let us go. They have no thought for us. We
are no longer wanted.”

So they disappeared; and when, a little later,
Donald came back in eager search for Ah-mo and
Atoka, they were nowhere to be found nor could he
gain any information concerning them.
CHAPTER XL
THE PRINCESS ANSWERS DONALD’S QUESTION

WHILE the army of Bouquet was operating in the
south and reducing to submission the tribes of the
Ohio valley, another force under command of Colo-
nel Bradstreet, skirted the southern shore of Lake
Evie, destroying Indian villages wherever they were _
found and finally reached Fort Detroit. Thus was
the long siege of that frontier post raised, and after
fifteen months of close confinement within its pali-
sacdes the weary garrison were once more free to vent-
ure forth, without the risk of being ambushed by an
ever vigilant foe. Treaties were signed with all the
chiefs of that region, save only Pontiac, who, filled
with bitter grief at the failure of the great project
to which he had devoted the energies of his life,
sullenly retired to his forest stronghold on the
Maumee. From there he gave out, that if by spring
he had not raised a sufficient force to renew his
struggle against the hated redcoats, then would he
visit Sir William Johnson, whom alone he recog-
nized as representing the English king, and sign
a treaty.

So it happened that the great chief, accompanied
814 AT WAR WITH PONTIAC

by such a retinue as became his rank, presented
himself before the walls of Fort Oswego early in the
following June and was saluted by a salvo of artil-
lery. Sir William had journeyed that far to meet
him, and here the treaty was signed by which Pon-
tiac bound himself to fight no more against the
English. After the formalities were concluded,
the Ottawa chieftain remained in that vicinity for
several weeks as the guest of the governor.

About this time the Bullens reached New York
from a flying trip to Oswego, where the paymaster
had been summoned on business. Madam Bullen,
whom we have long known as Madam Rothsay,
always accompanied her husband on such journeys.
She declared that both he and “Tummas,” who had
long since been reluctantly surrendered by the Indi-
aus, were so incapable of caring for themselves in the
wilderness, that her presence was absolutely neces-
sary to protect them from its dangers.

To this the little paymaster answered that the
wilderness had no dangers save such as could be
overcome by a man of brains and ingenuity, but that
he was always glad to have Madam Bullen accom-
pany him on his trips, and thereby escape, for a
while, the perilous cares and anxieties of city life.

From this Oswego trip, which had to do with pro-
viding a great quantity of presents for Pontiac and
his followers, they returned to their spacious town
house on the Bowling Green in time to give a grand
THE PRINCESS ANSWERS DONALD'S QUESTION 315

ball on the eve of Edith Hester’s wedding to Lieu-
tenant James Christie.

Donald was in town, of course, and would appear
in uniform for the last time at this ball, as he had
resigned from the army in order to devote his whole
attention to the great estate left by his father.

“When I rebuild Tawtry House, I shall want you
and Edith to come and live with me,’ he said to
Christie, “for without you the loneliness will be
horrible.”

“T’m afraid you’ll have to bear it, old man, for
I’m not inclined to give up soldiering yet awhile,
and especially so soon after promotion,” replied the
lieutenant, with a laugh. “But you can easily
banish loneliness by installing a mistress in Tawtry
House. I’m sure there are plenty of pretty girls in
New York who would fill the position charmingly.”

“Perhaps there are,” answered Donald, indiffer-
ently. “I must confess, though, that I have yet to
meet one of them whom I could fancy presiding
gracefully over the hospitalities of a forest castle.”

In truth Donald had not enjoyed his season of
New York life, and was ever drawing unfavourable
comparisons between it and his previous winter
spent so happily in a wilderness hut, amid the
mighty forests of the distant Wisconsin. He rarely
alluded to those days now, but in his heart of hearts
he fondly cherished their memories.

Had the ball given by the Bullens been in honour
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of any person save his own dear sister, Donald
would have excused himself from attendance, so
weary was he of such festivities. As it was, he
dropped in very late, when the dancing was at its
height, and stood for a while listlessly watching the
gay scene from one of the entrances to the ball-room.
Suddenly he started and leaned eagerly forward.
A girl with the bearing of a princess had just swept
past him, leaning on the arm of General Gage, com-
mander-in-chief of His Majesty’s forces in America.
She was robed in corn-coloured silk and wore a string
of great pearls twined in the jetty braids of her hair.
As her dress brushed Donald, he seemed to feel the
breath of the forest on his cheek.

“ Who is she?” he asked of a young officer stand-
ing beside him.

“Who? Oh! The girl the general is so taken
with? The belle of the evening? The sensation
of the hour? Surely you don’t need to be told who
she is?”

“But I do,” replied Donald, impatiently; “for I
have only just come.”

“Ah! Well then, she is— To tell you the
truth, I don’t know exactly who she is, except that
she is an Indian princess from the far west, and some
say that she is the daughter of Pontiac himself.
But she was educated in France, and all that sort of
thing, you know. They say she is worth—” Here
the speaker paused, for his listener had departed.
THE PRINCESS ANSWERS DONALD’S QUESTION 317

Shortly afterwards, Donald Hester was the most
envied man in the room; for the beauty of the ball
was leaning on his arm, smiling up in his face and
talking to him with all the familiarity of old ac-
quaintanceship.

“Lucky dog, that Hester!” remarked one dapper
youth to another. :

“Yes. They say she once saved him from the
stake or something of the kind, and that he has her
monogram tattooed on his arm, don’t you know?
Romantic, awfully.”

Out on a broad veranda, from which they could
see a flood of moon silver flecking the waters of the
bay, Donald was asking Ah-mo many questions.
How did she happen to be there? Where had she
come from? Why had he not known of her arrival
sooner? Did she know that Edith was to be
married? Why had she left them so mysteri-
ously and unkindly on the Muskingum the year
before ?

To these the girl made answer that she had come
from Oswego with her kind friend, Madam Bullen,
to be bridesmaid at the wedding of her dear friend,
Edith Hester.

“So that is Edith’s mystery!” cried Donald, who
had tried in vain to find out who was to act in that
capacity on the morrow.

“ Possibly,” assented Ah-mo, with the dear rippling
laugh that had haunted the young ensign ever since
318 AT WAR WITIT PONTIAC

he first heard it on the far-away Detroit. “And
now, Mr. Hester, that —”’

“ Mister Hester? It was not Mister Hester on the
banks of the Wisconsin, Ah-mo.”

“But that was a year and more ago. Besides, you
were not in uniform, then. Do you know I don’t think
I like you in a red coat, half so well as in buckskin?”

“Tf it were possible I would discard it this
moment,” cried Donald, “and I promise you, that
after this night, I will never wear it again. But,
speaking of dress, Ah-mo, while you are beautiful
beyond description in this silken robe, I can’t but
think that you were still more so in the fawn skin
and fur dress that Atoka and I helped you make in
Beaver Castle.”

So they talked of what had been and what was to
be, and of Donald’s plans for Tawtry House, until
suddenly he said : —

“And now, Ab-mo, I want to ask you the most
important question of all. Will you—I mean, can
you —”

“Come in to supper,” interrupted Paymaster Bul-
len, bustling out on the veranda at that moment.
“Who is it? You, Donald, and you, Ah-mo, my
dear girl? Why, there won’t be a bite left, if you
don’t hurry. Never saw such feeders in my life.
*Pon honour, I never did.”

“ And I didn’t have a chance to ask my question,”
whispered Donald, disconsolately.
THE PRINCESS ANSWERS DONALD'S QUESTION 319

“Perhaps you will have a better chance the next
time we meet,” replied Ah-mo, mischievously.

On the following day came the wedding, with the
genuine sensation of an Indian princess as brides-
maid, and opinion was evenly divided as to which
was the lovelier,—she, or the bride herself.

On the day after, when Donald called at the
Bullens’, with his question trembling on his lips, he
was astounded and bewildered to learn that Ah-mo
had left the evening before on a swift-sailing sloop
for Albany. From there she would hasten to Os-
wego and rejoin her father, who only awaited her
coming to start for his distant western home.

“ But, sir,” said “ Tummas,” who in all the glory
of a gorgeous new livery, had just opened the door,
“the young lady left a note for you, hand ’ere it
is.”

Hastily tearing open the dainty billet thus handed
him, Donald read : —

“If your question concerns the belle of a New
York ball-room, it had best remain unasked. If it
is intended for a simple Indian girl, it had best be
asked among the lodges of her people.”

A month later the question was asked, and an-
swered very much to Donald’s satisfaction; while he,
clad in buckskin, and Ah-mo dressed as were the
other girls of her tribe, drifted in a canoe on the
placid surface of the Detroit river. They were mar-
ried in the quaint little chapel of the fort, and, as
3820 AT WAR WITH PONTIAC

Pontiac gave his beautiful daughter into the arms of
him, who was now become doubly his son, he said : —

“ May the Great Spirit, the All-seeing Eye of the
Magic Circle, who looks alike upon his red ‘children
of the forest, and his white children from beyond the
salt waters, forever bless this union of the Totem of
the Beaver with the Totem of the Bear.”

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By G. A. Henry. With 12 page Illustrations by Gorpon Browne.
Crown 8vo, cloth elegant, olivine edges, 6s.

“*Ronald, the hero, is very like the hero of Quentin Durward. The lad’s
journey across France with his faithful attendant Malcolm, and his hairbreadth

escapes from the machinations of his father’s enemies make up as good a

narrative of the kind as we have ever read. For freshness of treatment and
variety of incident, Mr. Henty has here surpassed himself.”—-Sypectator.

“A historical romance of the best quality. Mr. Henty has written many more
sensational stories, but never a more artistic one.” —Academy.

For the Temple: A Tale of the Fall of Jerusalem. By
G. A. Henty. With 10 page Illustrations by 8. J. Sonomon, and
a Coloured Map. Crown 8vo, cloth elegant, olivine edges, 6s.

“Mr. Henty’s graphic prose pictures of the hopeless Jewish resistance to Roman
sway adds another leaf to his record of the famous wars of the world. ‘rhe book
is one of Mr. Henty’s cleverest efforts.” —Graphic.

True to the Old Flag: A Tale of the American War of
Independence. By G. A. Henry. With 12 page Illustrations by
Gorpon Browne. Crown 8vo, cloth elegant, olivine edges, 6s.

“ Does justice to the pluck and determination of the British soldiers. ‘The son
of an American loyalist, who remains true to our flag, falls among the hostile red-
skins in that very Huron country which has been endeared to us by the exploits
of Hawkeye and Chingachgook.”— The Times.
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BY G. A. HENTY.

“Mr. Henty is the king of story-tellers for boys.” —Sword and Trowel.

























































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































Reduced Illustration from ‘‘ St. Bartholomew's Eve”.

St. Bartholomew’s Eve: A Tale of the Huguenot Wars.
By G. A. Henry. With 12 page Dlustrations by H. J. Drarrr,
anda Map. Crown 8vo, cloth elegant, olivine edges, 6s.

“A really noble story, which adult readers will find to the full as satisfying as
the boys. Lucky boys! to have such a caterer as Mr. G. A, Henty.”—Black and
White.

With Clive in India: Or, The Beginnings of an Empire.
By G. A. Henry. With 12 page Illustrations by Gorpon Browne.
Crown 8vo, cloth elegant, olivine edges, 6s.

“Among writers of stories of adventure for boys Mr. Henty stands in the very
first rank. ‘Those who know something about India will be the most ready to
thank Mr. Henty for giving them this instructive volume to place in the hands
of their children. »_ Academy.
6 BLACKIE & SON’S BOOKS FOR YOUNG PiLOPLE.



BY G. A. HENTY.

“Mr. Henty is one of our most successful writers of historical tales.”—Scotsman.

The Lion of the North; A Tale of Gustavus Adolphus and
the Wars of Religion. By G. A. Henry. With 12 page Pictures
by J. ScHénNBERG. Crown 8vo, cloth elegant, olivine edges, 6s.

“A praiseworthy attempt to interest British youth in the great deeds of the
Scotch Brigade in the wars of Gustavus Adolphus. Mackay, Hepburn, and Munro
live again in Mr. Henty’s pages, as those deserve to live whose disciplined hands
formed really the germ of the modern British army.”—Athenewin.

The Young Carthaginian: A Story of the Times of
Hannibal. By G. A. Henry. With 12 page Illustrations by C. J.
STANILAND, R.I. Crown 8vo, cloth elegant, olivine edges, 6s.

“The effect of an interesting story, well constructed and vividly told, is en-
hanced by the picturesque quality of the scenic background. From first to last
nothing stays the interest of the narrative. It bears us along as on a stream
whose current varies in direction, but never loses its force.”—Saturday Review.

Redskin and Cow-boy: A Tale of the Western Plains. By
G. A. Henry. With 12 page Illustrations by ALFRED PrARsE.
Crown 8vo, cloth elegant, olivine edges, 6s.

“Tt has a good plot; it abounds in action; the scenes are equally spirited and
realistic, and we can only say we have read it with much pleasure from first to
last. ‘The pictures of life on a cattle ranche are most graphically painted, as are
the manners of the reckless but jovial cow-boys.”—'imes.

In Freedom’s Cause: A Story of Wallace and Bruce. By
’G. A. Henty. With 12 page Illustrations by Gorpon Browne.
Crown 8vo, cloth elegant, olivine edges, 6s.

“His tale of the days of Wallace and Bruce is full of stirring action, and will
commend itself to boys.”—A thenwum.

By Right of Conquest: Or, With Cortez in Mexico. By
G. A. Heyry. With 10 page Illustrations by W. 8S. Stacey, and
2 Maps. Crown 8vo, cloth elegant, olivine edges, 6s.

“« By Right of Conquest is the nearest approach to a perfectly successful histori-
cal tale that Mr. Henty has yet published.”—Academy.

In Greek Waters: A Story of the Grecian War of Inde-
pendence (1821-1827). By G. A. Henry. With 12 page Illus-
trations by W. 8S. Stacey, and a Map. Crown 8vo, cloth elegant,
olivine edges, 6s.

“There are adventures of all kinds for the hero and his friends, whose pluck
and ingenuity in extricating themselves from awkward fixes are always equal to
the occasion. It is an excellent story, and if the proportion of history is smaller
than usual, the whole result leaves nothing to be desired.”—Journal of Education.
BLACKIE & SON’S BOOKS FOR YOUNG PEOPLE 7



BY G. A. HENTY.

“No more interesting boys’ books are written than Mr. Henty’s stories.”—
Daily Chronicle.

Through the Fray: A Story of the Luddite Riots. By
G. A. Henry. With 12 page Illustrations by H. M. Pacer. Crown
8vo, cloth elegant, olivine edges, 6s.

“My. Henty inspires a love and admiration for straightforwardness, truth, and

courage. ‘This is one of the best of the many good books Mr. Henty has produced,
and deserves to be classed with his Facing Death.”—Standard.

Captain Bayley’s Heir: A Tale of the Gold Fields of Cali-
fornia. By G. A. Henry. With 12 page Illustrations by H. M.
Pacer. Crown 8vo, cloth elegant, olivine edges, 6s.

““A Westminster boy who makes his way in the world by hard work, good

temper, and unfailing courage. The descriptions given of life ave just what a
healthy intelligent lad should delight in.”—St. James’s Gazette.

Through Russian Snows: A Story of Napoleon’s Retreat
from Moscow. By G. A. Henry. With 8 Illustrations by W. H.
OVEREND, and a Map. Crown 8vo, cloth elegant, olivine edges, 5s.

The hero of this story, Julian Wyatt, is a careless, good-natured youth,
who becomes, quite innocently, mixed up with smugglers—when smuggling
was common in the south coast of England. The smugglers carry him to
France,.and hand him over as a prisoner to the French; but he subse-
quently regains his freedom by joining Napoleon’s army in the campaign
against Russia. ‘The young Englishman takes part in the great battles of
Smolensk and Borodino, arriving at Moscow with the victorious Emperor.
Then, when the terrible retreat begins, Julian finds himself in the rear-
guard of the French army, fighting desperately, league by league, against
famine, snow-storms, wolves, and Russians. Ultimatelythe escapes, after
rescuing the daughter of a Russian Count; makes his way to St. Petersburg;
and then returns to England. A story this with an excellent plot, exciting
adventures, and splendid historical interest.

In the Heart of the Rockies: A Story of Adventure in
Colorado. By G. A. Henry. With 8 page Illustrations by G. C.
Hinpiry. Crown 8vo, cloth elegant, olivine edges, 5s.

“ Few Christmas books will be more to the taste of the ingenuous boy than In
the Heart of the Rockies.”—Athencewum.

“Mr, Henty is seen here at his best as an artist in lightning fiction.” —Academy.

One of the 28th: A Tale of Waterloo. By G. A. Heyry.
With 8 page Illustrations by W. H. Overenn, and 2 Maps. Crown
8vo, cloth elegant, olivine edges, 5s.

“Written with Homeric vigour and heroic inspiration. It is graphic, pictur-
esque, and dramatically effective . . . shows us Mr. Henty at his best and
brightest. The adventures will hold a boy of a winter’s night enthralled as he
rushes through them with breathless interest ‘from cover to cover ’,”"-—Observer.
8 BLACKIE & SON'S BOOKS FOR YOUNG PEOPLE.



BY G. A. HENTY.

“Ask for Henty, and see that you get him.”—Puneh.

The Cat of Bubastes: A Story of Ancient Egypt. By
G. A. Henry. With 8 page Illustrations by J. R. WEGuELIN.
Crown 8vo, cloth elegant, olivine edges, 5s.

“The story, from the critical moment of the killing of the sacred cat to the
perilous exodus into Asia with which it closes, is very skilfully constructed and
full of exciting adventures. It is admirably illustrated.”—Saturday Meview.

Maori and Settler: A Story of the New Zealand War. By
G. A. Heyty. With 8 page Dlustrations by ALrrep Prarse, and
a Map. Crown 8vo, cloth elegant, olivine edges, 5s.

“It is a book which all young people, but especially boys, will read with
avidity.” —Athenewm.

“A first-rate book for boys, brimful of adventure, of humorous and interesting
conversation, and of vivid pictures of colonial life.”—Schoolinaster.

St. George for England: A Tale of Cressy and Poitiers.
By G. A. Henry. With 8 full-page Illustrations by Gorpon
Browne. Crown 8vo, cloth elegant, olivine edges, 5s.

“A story of very great interest for boys. In his own forcible style the author
has endeavoured to show that determination and enthusiasm can accomplish mar-
vellous results; and that courage is generally accompanied by magnanimity and
gentleness.” —Pall Mall Gazette.

The Bravest of the Brave: With Peterborough in Spain.
By G. A. Henty. With 8 full-page Pictures by H. M. Pacer.
Crown 8vo, cloth elegant, olivine edges, 5s.

“Mr. Henty never loses sight of the moral purpose of his work—to enforce the
doctrine of courage and truth, mercy and lovingkindness, as indispensable to the
making of an English gentleman. British lads will read The Bravest of the
Brave with pleasure and profit; of that we are quite sure.” —Daily Telegraph.

For Name and Fame: Or, Through Afghan Passes. By
G. A. Henty. With 8 full-page Ilustrations by Gorpon Brownr.
Crown 8vo, cloth elegant, olivine edges, 5s

“Not only a rousing story, replete with all the varied forms of excitement of a
campaign, but, what is still more useful, an account of a territory and its inhabi-
tants which must for a long time possess a supreme interest for Englishmen, as
being the key to our Indian Empire.”—Glasyow Herald.

A Jacobite Exile: Being the Adventures of a Young English-
man in the Service of Charles XII. of Sweden. By G. A. Henry.
With 8 page Dlustrations by Pau Harpy, and a Map. Crown
8vo, cloth elegant, olivine edges, 5s.

“Tncident succeeds incident, and adventure is piled upon adventure, and at the
end the reader, be he boy or man, will have experienced breathless enjoyment
in a romantic story that must have taught him much at its close.”—Ar. .y and
Navy Gazette.
BLACKIE & SON'S BOOKS FOR YOUNG PEOPLE. 9



BY G. A. HENTY.

“Mr. Henty’s books are always alive with moving incident.”—Review of Reviews,

Condemned as a Nihilist: A Story of Escape from Siberia.
By G. A. Henry. With 8 page Illustrations by Warrer Pacer.
Crown 8vo, cloth elegant, olivine edges, 5s.

“The best of this year’s Henty. His narrative is more interesting than many
of the tales with which the public is familiar, of escape from Siberia. Despite
their superior claim to authenticity these tales are without doubt no less tic-
titious than Mr. Henty’s, and he beats them hollow in the matter of sensations.”
—National Observer.

Orange and Green: A Tale of the Boyne and Limerick.
By G. A. Henry. With 8 full-page Illustrations by Gorpon

Browne. Crown 8vo, cloth elegant, olivine edges, 5s.

«The narrative is free from the vice of prejudice, and ripples with life as
vivacious as if what is being descriled were really passing before the eye. . . .
Should be in the hands of every young student of Irish history.” —Belfast News.

Held Fast for England: A Tule of. the Siege of Gibraltar.
By G. A. Henty. With 8 page Illustrations by Gorpon Browne.
Crown 8vo, cloth elegant, olivine edges, 5s.

“Among them we would place first in interest and wholesome educational
value the story of the siege of Gibraltar. . . . There is no cessation of exciting
incident throughout the story.” —Atheneum.

In the Reign of Terror: The Adventures of a Westminster
Boy. By G. A. Henry. With 8 full-page Ilustrations by J.
ScuénBeRG. Crown 8vo, cloth elegant, olivine edges, 5s.

“Harry Sandwith, the Westminster boy, may fairly be said to beat Mr. Henty’s
record. His adventures will delight boys by the audacity and peril they depict.
The story is one of Mr. Henty’s best.”—Saturday Review.

By Sheer Pluck: A Tale of the Ashanti War. By G. A.
Henry. With 8 full-page Pictures by Gorpon Browne. Crown

8vo, cloth elegant, olivine edges, 5s.

“Morally, the book is everything that could be desired, setting before the hoys
a bright and bracing ideal of the English gentleman.’”-—Christian Leader.

The Dragon and the Raven: Or, The Days of King
Alfred. By G. A. Henry. With 8 page Illustrations by C. J.
STANILAND, RI. Crown 8vo, cloth elegant, olivine edges, 5s.

““A story that may_justty be styled remarkable. Boys, in reading it, will be
surprised to find how Alfred persevered, through years of bloodshed and times
of peace, to rescue his people from the thraldom of the Danes. We hope the
book will soon be widely known in all our schools.” —Schoolmaster.

A Final Reckoning: A Tale of Bush Life in Australia.
By G. A. Henry. With 8 page Illustrations by W. B. Wonuen.
Crown 8vo, cloth elegant, olivine edges, 5s.

“ All boys will read this story with eager and unflagging interest. The episodes
are in Mr. Henty’s very best vein—graphic, exciting, realistic; and, as in all Mr.
Henty’s books, the tendency is to the formation of an honourable, manly, and
even heroic character.” —Birmingham Post.
10 BLACKIE & SON’S BOOKS FOR YOUNG PEOPLE.



BY G. A. HENTY.

“As publishers of books of adveiture for boys Messrs. Blackie & Son have no
superiors.” —St. James's Gazette.

Facing Death: Or, The Hero of the Vaughan Pit. A Tale of
, the Coal Mines. By G. A. Henry. With 8 page Pictures hy
Gorpon Browne. Crown 8vo, cloth elegant, olivine edges, 5s.

“Tf any father, godfather, clergyman, or schoolmaster is on the look-out fora
good book to give as a present to a boy who is worth his salt, this is the book we
would recommend.”—Standuard.

A Chapter of Adventures: Or, Through the Bombard-
ment of Alexandria. By-G. A. Hany. With 6 page Illustrations
by W. H. Overenp. Crown 8vo, cloth elegant, 3s. 6d.

“Jack Robson and his two companions have their fill of excitement, and their
chapter of adventures is so brisk and entertaining we could have wished it longer
than it is."—Saturday Review.

Two Thousand Years Ago: Or, The Adventures of a Roman
Boy. By Professor A. J. CHuncH. With 12 page Illustrations by
ADRIEN Maris. Crown 8vo, cloth elegant, olivine edges, 6s.

“Adventures well worth the telling. The book is-extremely entertaining as
well as useful, and there is a wonderful freshness in the Roman scenes and
characters.”—The Times. :

The Clever Miss Follett. By J. K. H. Denny. With
12 page Illustrations by Gertrupe D. Hammonp. Crown 8vo,
cloth elegant, olivine edges, 6s.

“Just the book to give to girls, who will delight both in the letterpress and
the illustrations. Miss Hammond has never done better work.’”—Review of
Reviews.

BY ROSA MULHOLLAND.
Banshee Castle. By Rosa Murnonianp. With 12 page
Illustrations by Joun H. Bacon. Crown 8vo, cloth elegant,
olivine edges, 6s.

“One of the most fascinating of Miss Rosa Mulholland’s many fascinating
stories. . . . The charm of the tale lies in the telling of it. The three
heroines are admirably drawn characters.”— Atheneum.

“Ts told with grace, and brightened by a knowledge of Irish folk-lore, making
it a perfect present for a girl in her teens.”—Z'ruth.

Giannetta: A Girl’s Story of Herself. By Rosa Munnoniann.
With 8 page Illustrations by Lockuart Bocir. Crown 8vo, cloth
elegant, olivine edges, 5s,

“ Giannetta is a true heroine—warm-hearted, self-sacrificing, and, as all good
women nowadays are, largely touched with the enthusiasm of humanity. One
of the most attractive gift-books of the season.” —T'he Academy.
BLACKIE & SON'S BOOKS FOR YOUNG PEOPLE. il



BY KIRK MUNROE.

At War with Pontiac: Or, The Totem of the Bear. By
Kirk Mounroz. With 8 page Illustrations by J. FINNEMoRE.
Crown 8vo, cloth elegant, olivine edges, 5s.

This is a story of old colonial days in America, when Detroit was a
frontier fort, and the shores of Lake Erie were held by hostile Indians
under Pontiac, their famous chief. The hero is Donald Hester, a young
English officer, who goes in search of his sister Edith, she having been cap-
tured by the redskins. Strange and terrible are his experiences; for he is
wounded, taken prisoner, condemned to be burned, contrives to escape,
and is again captured. In all his adventures he finds a magic talisman in
the Totem of the Bear, which was tattooed on his arm in his childhood by
a friendly Indian; while in the end there is peace between Pontiac and
the English, and Donald marries the great chief’s daughter. One dares not
skip a single page in this most enthralling tale.

The White Conquerors of Mexico: A Tale of Toltec and
Aztec. By Kirk Muyror. With 8 page Illustrations by W. 5.
Sracey. Crown 8vo, cloth elegant, olivine edges, 5s.

“Mr. Munroe gives most vivid pictures of the religious and civil polity of the
Aztecs, and of everyday life, as he imagines it, in the streets and market-places
of the magnificent capital of Montezuma.”—The Times.



Highways and High Seas: Cyril Harley’s Adventures on
both. By F. Franxrort Moors. With 8 page Illustrations by
ALFRED PEARSE. Crown 8vo, cloth elegant, olivine edges, 5s.

“This is one of the best stories Mr. Moore has written, perhaps the very best.
The exciting adventures are sure to attract boys.”—Spectator.

“Ttis pleasant to come across such honest work as F. Frankfort Moore’s High-
ways and High Seas. Captain Chink is a real achievement in characterization.”
—Scots Observer.

A Fair Claimant: Being a Story for Girls. By Frances
Armstronc. With 8 page Illustrations by GertrupE D. Hammonp.
Crown 8vo, cloth elegant, olivine edges, 5s.

“As a gift-book for big girls it is among the best new books of the kind. The
story is interesting and natural, from first to last.’—Westminster Gazette.



The Heiress of Courtleroy. By Anne Beatz. With 8
page Illustrations by T. C. H. Castine. Crown 8vo, cloth elegant,
olivine edges, 5s.

“We can speak highly of the grace with which Miss Beale relates how the
young ‘Heiress of Courtieroy’ had such good influence over her uncle as to win
him from his intensely selfish ways.”—Guardian.
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BY GEORGE MAC DONALD.

A Rough Shaking. By Grorczk Mac Donatp. With
12 page Illustrations by W. Parkinson. Crown 8vo, cloth elegant,
olivine edges, 6s.

“One of the very best books for boys that has been written. It is full of
material peculiarly well adapted for the young, containing in a marked degree
the elements of all that. is necessary to make up a perfect boys’ book.”—
Teachers’ Aid.

At the Back of the North Wind. By Gsxo. Mac
Donatp. With 75 Illustrations by ArrHuR Hucues. Crown 8vo,
cloth elegant, olivine edges, 5s.

“The story is thoroughly original, full of faricy and pathos. . . . Westand
with one foot in fairyland and one on common earth.”—The Times.

Ranald Bannerman’s Boyhood. By Gro. Mac Donatn,
With 36 Illustrations by ArtHur Hucues. Crown 8vo, cloth
elegant, olivine edges, 5s.

«The sympathy with boy-nature in Ranald Bannerman’s Boyhood is perfect.
It is a beautiful picture of childhood, teaching by its impressions and suggestions
all noble things.” — British Quarterly Review.

The Princess and the Goblin. By Grorem Mac Donatp.
With 32 Illustrations. Crown 8vo, cloth extra, 3s. 6d.

“Little of what is writter for children has the lightness of touch and play of
fancy which are characteristic of George Mac Donald’s fairy tales. Mr. Arthur
Hughes’s illustrations are all that illustrations should he.”— Manchester Guardian.

The Princess and Curdie. By Grores Mac Donatp.
With 8 page Illustrations. Crown 8vo, cloth extra, 3s. 6d.

“There is the finest and rarest genius in this brilliant story. Upgrown people
would do wisely occasionally to lay aside their newspapers and magazines to
spend an hour with Curdie and the Princess.” —Shefield Independent.

BY HARRY COLLINGWOOD.

The Pirate Island: A Story of the South Pacific. By
Harry CoLtinewoop. With 8 page Pictures by C. J. Stranitanp
and J. R. Wetts. Crown 8vo, cloth elegant, olivine edges, 5s.

“A capital story of the sea; indeed in our opinion the author is superior in some
respects as a marine novelist to the better known My. Clark Russell.”— The Times.

The Log of the ‘‘Flying Fish”: A Story of Aerial and
Submarine Adventure. By Harry Coniincwoop. With 6 page
Illustrations by Gorpoy Brownz. Crown 8vo, cloth elegant, 3s. 6d.

“The Flying Fish actually surpasses all Jules Verne’s creations; with incred-
ible speed she flies throngh the air, skims over the surface of the water, and darts
along the ocean bed. We strongly recommend our school-boy friends to possess

themselves of her log.” — Atheneum.

* .* For other Books by Harry Collingwood, see pages 21 and 28.
BLACKIE & SON’S BOOKS FOR YOUNG PHOPLE. 13



BY GEORGE MANVILLE FENN.

= Mr. Fenn stands in the foremost rank of writers in this department.”—Daily
IVeEWS.

Quicksilver: Or, A Boy with no Skid to his Wheel. By
Grorcr Manvitte Fenn. With 10 page Illustrations by Frank
Dapp. Crown 8vo, cloth elegant, olivine edges, 6s.

“ Quicksilver is little short of an inspiration. In it that prince of story-writers
for boys--George Manville Fenn—has surpassed himself. It is an ideal book for
a boy’s library.”—-Practical Teacher.

Dick o’ the Fens: A Romance of the Great East Swamp. By
G. Manvitte Feny. With 12 page Illustrations by Frank Dapp.
Crown 8vo, cloth elegant, olivine edges, 6s.

“We conscientiously believe that boys will find it capital reading. It is full
of incident and mystery, and the mystery is kept up to the last moment. It is
rich in effective local colouring; and it has a historical interest.”—Times.

Devon Boys: A Tale of the North Shore. By G. MANvILLE
Fenn. With 12 page Illustrations by Gorpon Brownz. Crown
8vo, cloth elegant, olivine edges, 6s.

« An admirable story, as remarkable for the individuality of its young heroes
as for the excellent descriptions of coast scenery and life in North Devon. It is
one of the best books we have seen this season.”—Atheneum.

The Golden Magnet: A Tale of the Land of the Incas. By
G. Manvitiz Fenn. Illustrated by 12 page Pictures by GorDoN
Browne. Crown 8vo, cloth elegant, olivine edges, 6s.

“There could be no more welcome present for a boy. ‘There is not a dull page
in the book, and many will be read with breathless interest. «The Golden Mag-
net’ is, of course, the same one that attracted Raleigh and the herves of West-
ward Ho !”—Journal of Education.

In the King’s Name: Or, The Cruise of the Mestre. By
G. Manvinte Fenn. Illustrated by 12 page Pictures by Gorpon
Browne. Crown 8vo, cloth elegant, olivine edges, 6s.

“The best of all Mr. Fenn’s productions in this field. It has the great quality
of always ‘moving on’, adventure following adventure in constant succession. ”’-—
Daily News.

Nat the Naturalist: A Boy’s Adventures in the Eastern
Seas. By G. Manvints Fenn. With 8 page Pictures. Crown 8vo,
cloth elegant, olivine edges, 5s.

“This sort of book encourages independence of character, develops resource,
and teaches a boy to keep his eyes open.” —Saturday Review.

Bunyip Land: The Story of a Wild Journey in New Guinea.
By G. Manvitte Fenn. With 6 page Illustrations by GorDON
Brownz. Crown 8vo, cloth elegant, 4s.

“Mr. Fenn deserves the thanks of everybody for Bunyip Land, and we may ven-
ture to promise that a quiet week may be reckoned on whilst the youngsters have
such fascinating literature provided for their evenings’ amusement.” —Spectator.
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BY GEORGE MANVILLE FENN.

“No one can find his way to the hearts of lads more readily than Mr. Fenn.”—
Nottingham Guardian.

Brownsmith’s Boy: A Romance in a Garden. By G.
Manvitte Freny. With 6 page Illustrations. Crown 8vo, cloth
elegant, 3s. 6d.

“Mr. Fenn’s books are among the best, if not altogethur the best, of the stories
for boys. Myr. Fenn is at his best in Brownsmith’s Boy.”—Pictorial World.

*,* For other Books by G. MANVILLE FENN, see page 22.



BY ASCOTT R. HOPE.
Young Travellers’ Tales. By Ascorr R. Hore. With
6 Illustrations by H. J. Draper. Crown 8vo, cloth elegant, 3s. 6d.

“Possess a high value for instruction as well as for entertainment. His quiet,
level humour bubbles up on every page.” —Daily Chronicle.

“ Excitement and cheerful enjoyment run through the book.”— Bookman,

The Seven Wise Scholars. By Ascorr R. Horgr. With
nearly 100 Illustrations by Gorpon Browne. Cloth elegant, 5s.

“As full of fun as a volume of Punch; with illustrations, more laughter-
provoking than most we have seen since Leech died.”—Shegield Independent.

Stories of Old Renown: Tales of Knights and Heroes.
By Ascorr R. Hore. With 100 Illustrations by Gorpon Browne.
Crown 8vo, cloth elegant, 3s. 6d.

“ A really fascinating book worthy of its telling title. There is, we venture to
say, not a dull page in the book, not a story which will not bear a second read-
ing.” —Guardian.



Under False Colours: A Story from Two Girls’ Lives.
By Saran Doupyey. With 6 page Illustrations by G.G. Ki1-
BURNE. Crown 8vo, cloth elegant, 4s.

“Sarah Doudney has no superior as a writer of high-toned stories—pure in
style and original in conception; but we have seen nothing from her pen equal
in dramatic energy to this book.”—Christiun Leader.

«This is a charming story, abounding in delicate touches of sentiment and
pathos. Its plot is skilfully contrived.”—Scotsman.

The Universe: OrThe Infinitely Great and the Infinitely Little.
A Sketch of Contrasts in Creation, and Marvels revealed and
explained by Natural Science. By F. A. Poucnrr, u.p. With
272 Engravines on wood, of which 55 are full-page size, and 4
Coloured Illustrations. Twelfth Edition, medium 8vo, cloth ele-
gant, gilt edges, 7s. 6d.; also morocco antique, 16s.

“We can honestly commend Professor Pouchet’s book, which is admirably, as
it is copiously illustrated.” —The Times.

“Scarcely any book in French or in English is so likely to stimulate in the
young an interest in the physical phenomena.”—fortnightly Review.
BLACKIE & SON'S BOOKS FOR YOUNG PEOPLE. 15



BY DR. GORDON STABLES.

For Life and Liberty: A Story of Battle by Land and
Sea. By Dr. Gorpon ‘
STABLES, R.N. With 8
Illustrations by Syp-
ney Pacet, and a Map.



When in 1861 war was de-
clared in America between
the North and South, the
news greatly interested Os-
mond Lloyd, who was at
school in England. Being
of an adventurous spirit,
and having relations in the
States, the lad ran away
from home with his chum
Kenneth Reid, and the two
made their way to America
in the Mosquito. Here Os-
mond joined the Southern
army, while Kenneth entered
the navy, and their various
adventures in that great con-
flict are vigorously set forth
in this narrative. Osmond
was in the army of the Poto-
mac, took part in all the
campaigns, and won praise
for his valour from the famous
general, ‘‘ Stonewall” Jack-
son.

To Greenland and the Pole. By Gorvow Sranuuzs, u.p.
With 8 page Illustrations by G. C. H1npiry, and a Map. Crown
8vo, cloth elegant, olivine edges, 5s.

“His Arctic explorers have the verisimilitude of life. It is one of the books
of the season, and one of the best Mr. Stables has ever written.”—7Zvruth.
Westward with Columbus. By Gorpon Srasues, m.p.

With 8 page Illustrations by A. Pearse. Cloth elegant, 5s.

“We must place Westward with Columbus among those hooks that all boys
» ought to read.” —The Spectator.

’Twixt School and College: A Tale of Self-reliance. By
Gorvon STABLES, ©.M., M.D., RN. With 8 page Illustrations by
W. Parktnson. Crown 8vo, cloth elegant, olivine edges, 5s.

“One of the best of a prolific writer's hooks for boys, being full of practical
instructions as to keeping pets, and inculcates iv a wav which a little recalls Miss
Edgeworth’s ‘ Frank’ the virtue of self-reliance.” —A thenwum.







be.
Lac
oe

Reduced Illustration from “To Greenland”.
16 BLACKIE & SON’S BOOKS FOR YOUNG PEOPLE



BY ROBERT LEIGHTON.

Olaf the Glorious. By Rosrerr Lztcnron. With 8 page
Illustrations by Rate Pracock, and a Map. Crown 8vo, cloth
elegant, olivine edges, 5s.

“Ts as good as anything of the kind we have met with. Mr. Leighton more
than holds his own with Rider Haggard and Baring Gould.”—The Times.

“Among the books best liked by boys of the sturdy English type few will take .
a higher place than Olaf the Glorious. . . . .”—WNational Observer.

The Wreck of ‘‘The Golden Fleece”: The Story of a
North Sea Fisher-boy. By Rosrerr Lrreuton. With 8 page

Illustrations by F. Branewyn. Crown 8vo, cloth elegant, 5s.

“This story should add considerably to Mr. Leighton’s high reputation. Ex-
cellent in every respect, it contains every variety of incident. The plot is very
cleverly devised, and the types of the North Sea sailors are capital.”—7Vhe Times.

The Pilots of Pomona: A Story of the Orkney Islands.
By Rogperr Letcuron. With 8 page Illustrations by Joun Lricu-
ton, anda Map. Crown 8vo, cloth elegant, olivine edges, 5s.

“A story which is quite as good in its way as Treasure Island, and is full of
adventure of a stirring yet most natural kind. Although it is primarily a boys’
book, it is a real godsend to the elderly reader.”—Glasgow Evening Times.

The Thirsty Sword: A Story of the Norse Invasion of
Scotland (1262-63). By Roserr Lerenron. With 8 page Illus-
trations by A. Pearse. Crown 8vo, cloth elegant, 5s.

“This is one of the most fascinating stories for boys that it has ever been our
pleasure to read. From first to last the interest never flags. Boys will worship
Kenric, who is a hero in every sense of the word.”—Schoolinaster.



BY G. NORWAY.

A Prisoner of War: A Story of the Time of Napoleon
Bonaparte. By G. Norway. With 6 page Illustrations by Rosr.
BARNES, A.R.W.S. Crown 8vo, cloth elegant, 3s. 6d.

“More hairbreadth escapes from death by starvation, by ice, by fighting, &c.,
were never before surmounted. . . . Itisa fine yarn.”—The Guardian.

The Loss of John Humble: What Led to It, and What
Came of It. By G. Norway. With 8 page Illustrations by Jonn
ScuénBere. Crown 8vo, cloth elegant, olivine edges, 5s.

“This story will place the anthor at once in the front rank. It is full of life
and adventure. The interest of the story is sustained without a break from first :
to last.” —Standard.

A True Cornish Maid. By G. Norway. With 6 page
Illustrations by J. Frnyemorg. Crown 8vo, cloth elegant, 3s. 6d.

“There is some excellent reading. . . . Mrs. Norway brings before the eyes
of her readers the good Cornish folk, their speech, their manners, and their ways.
A True Cornish Maid deserves to be popular.” — Atheneum.
BLACKIE & SON'S BOOKS FOR YOUNG PEOPLE. 17

With the Sea Kings: A Story of the Days of Lord Nelson.
By F. H. Winner. With 6 page Illustrations by W. 8. Sracny.
Crown 8vo, cloth elegant, 4s.

“Just the book to put into a boy’s hands. Every chapter contains boardin
cuttings out, fighting pirates, escapes of thrilling audacity, and captures by co:
sutlicient to turn the quietest boy’s head. ‘I'he story culminates in a
account of the battle of Trafalgar. Happy boys!”—V'he Academy.





Grettir the Outlaw: A Story of Iceland. By S. Barine-
GouLtp. With 6 page Illustrations by M. Zeno Diemer, and a
Coloured Map. Crown 8vo, cloth elegant, 4s.

“Is the boys’ book of its year. ‘lhat is, of course, as much as to say that it
will do for men grown as well as juniors. It is told in simple, straightforward
English, as all stories should be, and it has a freshness, a freedom, a sense of sun
and wind and the open air, which make it irresistible.”—National Observer.

Gold, Gold, in Cariboo: A Story of Adventure in British
Columbia. By Crive Puiniiprs-Woiiry. With 6 page Ilustra-
tions by G. C. Hinprry. Crown 8vo, cloth extra, 3s. 6d.

“Tt would be difficult to say too much in favour of Gold, Gold, iin Cariboo. We
have seldom read a more exciting tale of wild mining adventure in a singularly
inaccessible country. ‘There isa capital plot, and the interest is sustained to the
last page.”—The Times.



A Champion of the Faith: A Tale of Prince Hal and the
Lollards. By J. M. Catiwerin. With 6 page Illustrations by
Hersert J. Draper. Crown 8vo, cloth elegant, 4s.

“ Will not be less enjoyed than Mr. Henty’s books. Sir John Oldcastle’s pathetic
story, and the history of his brave young squire, will make every boy enjoy this
lively story.”—London Quarterly.



BY ALICE CORKRAN.

Meg’s Friend. By Anice Corxran. With 6 page Ilustra-
tions by Roperr Fowier. Crown 8vo, cloth extra, 3s. 6d.

“One of Miss Corkran’s charming books for girls, narrated in that simple
and picturesque style which marks the authoress as one of the first amongst
writers for young people.” —Zhe Spectator.

Margery Merton’s Girlhood. By Aticu Corxray. With

6 page Pictures by Gorpon Browne. Cr. 8vo, cloth extra, 3s. 6d.

“Another book for girls we can warmly commend. There is a delightful
piquancy in the experiences and trials of a young. English girl who studies
painting in Paris.’—Saturday Review.

Down the Snow Stairs: Or, From Good-night to Good-
morning. By Atice Corxrax. With 60 Illustrations by Gorpon
Browne. Crown 8vo, cloth elegant, olivine edges, 38. 6d.

r upon every page the mark of genius. It is

“A cem of the first water, bearit
— Christian Leader.

indeed a Little Pilgrim’s Progress.’





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18 BLACKIE & SON'S BOOKS FOR YOUNG PEOPLE.



BY HUGH ST. LEGER.

Hallowe’en Ahoy! Or, Lost on the Crozet Islands. By
Hues Sr. Lecer. With 6 Illustrations by H. J. Dravrr.
Crown 8vo, cloth elegant, 4s.

This is the strange history of the derelict Zallowe’en, in which is set
forth: How she was found on the high-seas beyond the equator; how it
befell that there was only a ghost on board; how the ghost was captured ;
how the vessel was cast ashore on a desert island in the Southern Ocean:
how the erew, being Englishmen, took the disaster cheerily; and how at
length, after many hardships and hairbreadth escapes, they floated their
stout craft, bringing her back safe again to old England, And in this
wonderful tale there is such wealth of fine enchantment that it will warp
the hungry school-boy from remembrance of his dinner.

Sou’wester and Sword. By Hvucu Sr. Lecer. With 6
page Illustrations by Hat Hurst. Crown 8vo, cloth elegant, 4s.

c ** As racy a tale of life at sea and war adventure as we have met with for some
time... . 4 Altogether the sort of book that boys will revel in.”—Athenewm.



Two Gallant Rebels: A Story of the Great Struggle in La
Vendée. By Epvear Pickering. With 6 Illustrations by W. H.
OVEREND. Crown 8vo, cloth elegant, 3s. 6d.

These two rebels are two English youths who are shipwrecked and cast
ashore in La Vendée, a province of France. Here they are rescued by the
inhabitants, and in gratitude for this assistance they join the Vendéans
in their revolt against the French Republic. The two young fellows main-
tain the English character for pluck in the various ambushes and battles
in which they take part; and even when captured and condemned to the
guillotine they contrive to escape by sheer reckless daring.

In Press-Gang Days. By Epcar Picxerine, With 6

Illustrations by W. 8. Sracry. Crown 8vo, cloth elegant, 3s. 6d.

“Tt is of Marryat we think as we read this delightful story; for it is not

only a story of adventure with incidents well conceived and arranged, but the
characters are interesting and well-distinguished.”—Academy.

An Old-Time Yarn: Wherein is set forth divers desperate
mischances which befell Anthony Ingram and his shipmates in the
West Indies and Mexico with Hawkins and Drake. By Epear
PickERING. Illustrated with 6 page Pictures drawn by ALrrep
Pearse. Crown 8vo, cloth elegant, 3s. 6d.

“Anda very good yarn it is, with not a dull page from first to last. There is a
flavour of Westward Ho! in this attractive book.” —Kducational Review.

Silas Verney: A Tale of the Time of Charles II. By Evear
Pickering. With 6 page Illustrations by ALrrep Prarse. Crown
8vo, cloth elegant, 3s. 6d.

Altogether this is an excellent story for boys.”—Saturday Review.
BLACKIE & SON’S BOOKS FOR YOUNG PEOPLE. 19



BY CHARLES W. WHISTLER.

A Thane of Wessex: Being the Story of the Great Viking
Raid of 845. By Cuarnes W. Wuistier. With 6 Illustrations
by W. H. Marcerson. Crown 8vo, cloth elegant, 3s. 6d.

The story of young Heregar, a thane in the old kingdom of Wessex.
Wherein is finely set forth,—how he was falsely accused, and unfairly out-
_ lawed as a traitor; how in his wanderings he discovered the war-galleys
of the Vikings, and carried the War-arrow; how he withstood the raiding
Danes at Bridgwater, and gathered the levies at Glastonbury; how he con-
trived an ambush, and completely defeated the Vikings at Parret mouth;
and how, at length, he was inlawed again, and in reward of his valour made
the King’s Standard-Bearer. ‘That is the noble story of Heregar.

His First Kangaroo: An Australian Story for Boys. By
Artuur Frrres. With 6 Illustrations by Percy F. 8. SPENCE.
Crown_8vo, cloth elegant, 3s. 6d.

This is a story of adventure on an Australian cattle-station. Dick
Morrison accepts an invitation to spend a holiday in the bush, and has a
good time. A band of bush-rangers also make things lively, for on one
occasion the station is ‘stuck up”, while a young Scotsman is kidnapped
and rescued with difficulty. The story is full of healthy out-of-doors
adventure, in fresh and attractive surroundings.

Three Bright Girls: A Story of Chance and Mischance.
By Annis E. Armsrrone. With 6 page Illustrations by W. Par-
KINSON. Crown 8vo, cloth elegant, 3s. 6d.

«Among many good stories for girls this is undoubtedly one of the very best.”
eet 3 y
—Teachers’ Aid.

A Very Odd Girl: or, Life at the Gabled Farm. By Anyiz
E. Armsrronc. Illustrated. Crown 8vo, cloth elegant, 3s. 6d.

“he book is one we can heartily recommend, for it is not only bright and
interesting, but also pure and healthy in tone and teaching.”—The Lady.

The Captured Cruiser: By C. J. Hyxz. Illustrated by
Frank Branewyn. Crown 8vo, cloth elegant, 3s. 6d.

“The two lads and the two skippers are admirably drawn. Mr. Hyne has
now secured a position in the first rank of writers of fiction for boys.”—Spectator.

Afloat at Last: A Sailor Boy’s Log of his Life at Sea. By
Joun C. Hurcuxson. Crown 8vo, cloth elegant, 3s. 6d.

“As healthy and breezy a book as one could wish to put into the hands of
a boy.”—Academy.

Picked up at Sea: Or, The Gold Miners of Minturne Creek.
By J. C. Hurcurson. With 6 page Pictures. Cloth extra, 3s. 6d.

Brother and Sister: Or, The Trials of the Moore Family.
By Evwasern J. Lysacut, Crown 8vo, cloth elegant, 3s. 6d,
20 BLACKIE & SON’S BOOKS FOR YOUNG PEOPLE.

The Search for the Talisman: A Story of Labrador.
By Heyry Frirx. With 6 page Illustrations by J. ScuénBerc.
Crown 8vo, cloth elegant, 3s. 6d.

“Mr, Frith’s volume will be among those most read and highest valued. The
adventures among seals, whales, and icebergs in Labrador will delight many a
young reader.” —Pall Mall Gazette.

Reefer and Rifleman: A Tale of the Two Services. By
Lieut.-Col. Percy-Groves. With 6 page Ilustrations by Jorn
ScHONBERG. Crown 8vo, cloth elegant, 3s. 6d. :

“A good, old-fashioned, amphibious story of our fighting with the Frenchmen in
the beginning of our century, with a fair sprinkling of fun and frolic.” —Z'imes.



Dora: Or, A Girl without a Home. By Mis. R. H. Reap. With

6 page Illustrations. Crown 8vo, eloth elegant, 3s. 6d.

“It is no slight thing, in an age of rubbish, to get a story so pure and healthy
as this.” —The Academy.

Storied Holidays: A Cycle of Red-letter Days. By E. S.
Brooks. With 12 page Tlustrations by Howarp Pyrz. Crown
8vo, cloth elegant, 3s. 6d.

“Tt is a downright good book for a senior hoy, and is eminently readable from
first to last.”—Schoolinaster.

Chivalric Days: Stories of Courtesy and Courage in the
Olden Times. By E. 8. Brooxs. With 20 Ilustrations by
Gorpon Browne and other Artists. Crown 8vo, cloth extra, 3s. 6d.

«We have seldom come across a prettier collection of tales. These charming
stories of boys and girls of olden days are no mere fictitious or imaginary sketches,
but are real and actual records of their sayings and doings.” — Literary World.

Historic Boys: Their Endeavours, their Achievements, and
their Times. By E. 8. Brooxs. With 12 page Illustrations by
R. B. Brrcu and Joun Scuénperc. Crown 8vo, cloth extra, 3s. 6d.

“A wholesome book, manly in tone, its character sketches enlivened by brisk
dialogue and high-class illustrations; altogether one that should incite boys to
further acquaintance with those rulers of men whose careers are narrated. We
advise teachers to put it on their list of prizes.” —Knowledge.

Dr. Jolliffe’s Boys: A Tale of Weston School. By Lewis
Hover. With 6 page Pictures. Crown 8vo, cloth extra, 3s. 6d.

“Young people who appreciate Tom Brown's School-days will find this story a
worthy companion to that fascinating book. There is the same manliness of tone,
truthfulness of outline, avoidance of exaggeration and caricature, and healthy
morality as characterized the masterpiece of Mr. Hughes.” — Newcastle Journal.





The Bubbling Teapot. A Wonder Story. By Mrs. L. W.
Cuampyey. With 12 page Pictures by Water Sarrerver,
Crown 8vo, cloth extra, 3s. 6d.

“‘Very literally a ‘wonder story’, and a wild and fanciful one. Nevertheless
it is made realistic enough, and there is a good deal of information to be gained
from it.”—The Times.
BLACKIE & SON'S BOOKS FOR YOUNG PEOPLE. 21

Thorndyke Manor: A Tale of Jacobite Times. By Mary
C, Rowsert. With 6 page Illustrations by L. Lesiiz Brooke.
Crown 8vo, cloth elegant, 3s. 6d.

“Miss Rowsell has never written a more attractive book than Thorndyke
Manor.”—Belfast News-Letter.

Traitor or Patriot? A Tale of the Rye-House Plot. By
Mary C. Rowsett. Illustrated. Crown 8vo, cloth, 3s. 6d.
“Here the Rye-House Plot serves as the groundwork for a romantic love

episode, whose true characters are lifelike beings.”—Graphic.

BLACKIE’S NEW THREE-SHILLING SERIES.

Beautifully Tlustrated and Handsomely Bound.

Hussein the Hostage: Or, A Boy’s Adventures in Persia.
By G. Norway. With
6 page Illustrations by
JOHN ScuénBere. New
Edition. Crown 8vo,
cloth elegant, 3s.

“ Hussein the Hostage is full
of originality and vigour, ‘The
characters are lifelike, there is
plenty of stirring incident, the
interest is sustained through-
ont, and every boy will enjoy
following the fortunes of the
hero.”—Journal of Hducation.

Cousin Geoffrey

and I. ByCaronine
Austin. With 6 page
Illustrations by W.
Parkinson. New Edi-
tion. Crown 8vo, cloth
extra, 3s.

“Miss Austin’s story is bright,
clever, and well developed.”—
Saturday Review.

The Congo Rovers:
A Story of the Slave
Squadron. By Harry
Contincwoop. With 6 Reduced Illustration from
page Illustrations by J.

ScuénBerc. Crown 8vo, cloth elegant, 3s.

“No better sea story has lately been written than the Congo Rovers. It is as
original as any boy could desire.”—Morning Post.































‘Cousin Geoffrey”.

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22 BLACKIE & SON'S BOOKS l'OR YOUNG PEOPLE.



THREE-SHILLING SERIES—Continued.

Under Hatches: or, Ned Woodthorpe’s Adventures. By F.
FRANKFORT Moore. With 6 page Illustrations by A. ForEsrier.
Crown 8vo, cloth elegant, 3s.

«The story as a story is one that will just suit boys all the world over. The
characters are well drawn and consistent; Patsy, the [rish steward, will be found
especially amusing.” —Schoolinaster.

Menhardoc: A Story of Cornish Nets and Mines. By G.
Manvitie Fenn. With 6 page Illustrations by C. J. SranILANp,
R.I. Crown 8vo, cloth extra, 3s.

“They are real living boys, with their virtues and faults. The Cornish fisher-
men are drawn from life, and stand out from the pages in their jerseys and
sea-boots all sprinkled with silvery pilchard scales.”—Sypectator.

Yussuf the Guide: or, The Mountain Bandits. A Story of
Strange Adventure in Asia Minor. By G. Manvit_e Fenn. With
6 page Illustrations by J. Scuibnpere. Crown 8vo, cloth extra, 3s.

“Told with such real freshness and vigour that the reader feels he is actually
one of the party, sharing in the fun and facing the dangers.” —Pall Mall Gazette.

Robinson Crusoe. With 100 Illustrations by Gorpoy
Browne. Crown 8vo, cloth extra, 3s.

“‘One of the best issues, if not absolutely the best, of Defoe’s work which has
ever appeared.”—The Standard.

Gulliver’s Travels. With 100 Illustrations by Gorpoy
Browne. Crown 8vo, cloth extra, 3s.

“Mr. Gordon Browne is, to my thinking, incomparably the most artistic,
spirited, and brilliant of our illustrators of books for boys, and one of the most
humorous also, as his illustrations of ‘Gulliver’ amply testify.”—Zruth.

Patience Wins: or, War in the Works. By Grorez Man-

VILLE Fenn. With 6 page Illustrations. Cr. 8vo, cloth extra, 3s.

““Mr. Fenn has never hit upon a happier plan than in writing this story of
Yorkshire factory life. The whole book is all aglow with life.”—Padll Mall Gazette.

Mother Carey’s Chicken: Her Voyage to the Unknown
Isle. By G. Manvitte Fenn. With 6 page Illustrations by A.
Forestizr. Crown 8vo, cloth extra, 3s.

“Undoubtedly one of the best Mr. Fenn has written. The incidents are of
thrilling interest, while the characters are drawn with a care and completeness
rarely found in a boy’s book.”—Literary World.

The Wigwam and the War-path: Stories of the Red
Indians. By Ascorr R. Hope. With 6 page Illustrations. Crown
8vo, cloth elegant, 3s.

“Ts notably good. Tt gives a very vivid picture of life among the Indians,
which will delight the heart of many a schoolboy.”—Spectator.
BLACKIE & SON'S BOOKS FOR YOUNG PEOPLE. 23



THREE-SHILLING SERIES—Continued.

The Missing Merchantman. By Harry Coniinewoop.
With 6 page Illustrations by W. H. Overenp. Cloth extra, 3s.

“One of the author's best sea stories. The hero is as heroic as any boy could
desire, and the ending is extremely happy.”—British Weekly.

The Rover’s Secret: A Tale of the Pirate Cays and Lagoons
of Cuba. By Harry CoLtinewoob. With 6 page Illustrations by
W. CU. Symons. Crown 8vo, cloth elegant, 3s.

“The Rover's Secret is by far the best sea story we have read for years, and is
certain to give unalloyed pleasure to boys.”—Saturday Review.
Perseverance Island: or, The Robinson Crusoe of the 19th

Century. By Doveras Frazar. With 6 page Illustrations.
Crown 8vo, cloth extra, 3s.

“This is an interesting story, written with studied simplicity of style, much in
Defoe's vein of apparent sincerity and scrupulous veracity; while for practical
instruction it is even better than Robinson Crusoe.”—Illustrated London News.
Girl Neighbours: or, The Old Fashion and the New. By

Saran Tytrer. With 6 page Illustrations by C. I. Gartann.
Crown 8vo, cloth elegant, 3s. ;

“One of the most effective and quietly humorous of Miss Sarah Tytler’s stories,
It is very healthy, very agreeable, and very well written.”—The Spectator.

BLACKIE’S HALF-CROWN SERIES.

Tllustrated by eminent Artists. In crown 8vo, cloth elegant.



A Musical Genius. By the Author of the “Two Dorothys”.
Tllustrated by Joun H. Bacon.

Hugo Ricardo has a genius for the violin, and is adopted by a wealthy
musical amateur who has discovered his special gift. The lad studies
hard, and fulfils the highest expectations of his new friend. But he never
quite forgets his humble, unselfish brother the conjurer; and when he is
called upon to make choice between affection for his brother and a wealthy
home, he quickly chooses the former. ‘The charm of this tale is in its
naturalness, and in the engaging self-sacrifice of the two noble brothers.

For the Sake of a Friend: A Story of School Life. By
Marcarer Parker. Illustrated by G. Demary Hainionp.

Stories of school life are common enough, but this tale of a girls’ school
in Melbourne is quite new. ‘The vivacity of these Australian girls is not
less attractive than the home-like brightness and freedom of the school.
The heroine, Susie Snow, and her friend, ‘Trixie Beresford, are the sweetest
and cleverest of girls, and although there are jealousies, mistakes, and
misunderstandings among the pupils at Stormont House, yet all comes
right in the end.
24 BLACKIE & SON’S BOOKS FOR YOUNG PEOPLE.



HALF-CROWN SERIES—Continued.

Under the Black Eagle. By Ayprew Hinurarp. Ilus-
trated by W. Boucuer.

Ernest Wentworth is an English lad resident in Russia, and his great
chum is a student called Gregorieff. As this student has secret dealings
with Nihilists, the two friends become suspected of plots, and the final
result is that both are apprehended, and exiled to Siberia. On the journey
they contrive to leap from the convict-steamer, swim ashore in the dark-
ness, escape from their pursuers, and make their way across ‘‘ the Roof of
the World” into Northern India.

The Secret of the Australian Desert. By Eryrsr
Favenc. With 4 Illustrations by Percy F. S. Spence.

Three white men, and a blackfellow called Billy Buttons, start on an
expedition into the great Australian desert.. Strange, uncanny, and ter-
rible are their experiences in that vast wilderness. They meet with the
cannibal Warlattas: find a mysterious burning mountain ; discover traces
of the lost explorer, Dr. Leichhardt; and only arrive back at their cattle-
station after long and grievous wandering in the waterless desert. ‘The
vivid actuality of this enthralling narrative is due to the fact that the
author has taken the material from his own thrilling experiences.



A Little Handful. By Haramr J. Scripps.

“‘He is a real type of a boy.”—The Schoolmaster.

A Golden Age: A Story of Four Merry Children. By Ismay
THorn. Illustrated by Gorpon Browne.
“Ought to have a place of honour on the nursery shelf.” —The Atheneum.

A Rough Road: or, How the Boy Made a Man of Himself.
By Mrs. G. Linyaxus Banks.
“Mrs. Banks has not written a better book than A Rough Road.” —Spectator.

The Two Dorothys. By Mrs. Herserr Martin.

“A book that will interest and please all girls.’—T'he Lady.

Penelope and the Others. By Amy Watroy.

“This is a charming book for children. Miss Walton proves herself a perfect
adept in understanding of school-room joys and sorrows.” —Christian Leader.

A Cruise in Cloudland. By Heyry Fariru.

“A thoroughly interesting story.”—S¢t. James’s Gazette.

Marian and Dorothy. By Aysim E. Armsrrone.

“This is distinctively a book for girls. A bright wholesome story.”—Academy.

Stimson’s Reef: A Tale of Adventure. By ©. J. Hyyz.

“Tt may almost vie with Mv. R. L. Stevenson’s Treasure Island.”—Guardian.

Gladys Anstruther. By Louisa Tuompson,

“Tt is a clever book: novel and striking in the highest degree.”—Schoolmistress.
roy

BLACKLE & SON’S BOOKS l'ORk YOUNG PHOPLE. 2



HALF-CROWN SERIES—Continved.

BY BEATRICE HARRADEN.

Things Will Take a Turn. By Bearrice Harrapey
With 44 Illustrations
by Jonn H. Bacon.
Crown 8vo, cloth ele-
gant, 2s. 6d.

“Perhaps the most bril-
liant is Vhings Will Take w
Turn, ... A tale of humble
child life in East London. It
is a delightful blending of
comedy and tragedy, with an
excellent plot.”—Vhe Times.

The Whispering
Winds, and the
Talesthat they Told.
By Mary H. Drepen-
HAM. With 25 Illus-
trations by Pavn
Harpy. Crown 8vo,
cloth elegant, 2s. 6d.

“We wish the winds would
tell ws stories like these. It
would be worth while to climb

Primrose Hill, or even to the

giddy heights of Hampstead

Heath in a bitter east wind,

if we could only be sure of

hearing such a sweet, sad,
tender, and stirring story as
that of Hilda Brave Heart, or
even one that was half so
good.” —A cademy. From “Things will Take a Turn

Hal Hungerford. By J. R. Hurcurysoy, B.a.

“ Altogether, Hal Hungerford is a distinct literary success.” —Speetator.

The Secret of the Old House. By E. Everert-Gruey.

“Tim, the little Jacobite, is a charming creation.”— Academy.

The Golden Weathercock. By Jutta Gopparp.

“ A cleverly conceived quaint story, ingeniously written.” —Saturday Review.
White Lilac: or, The Queen of the May. By Auy Watron..

“Every rural parish ought to add White Lilac to its library."--A cudemy.
Miriam’s Ambition. By Everyy Evererr-Greey.

“ Miss Green’s children are real British boys and girls.”---Liverpool Mercury.

The Brig ‘“‘Audacious”. By Atay Coxr.

“ Fyesh and wholesome as a breath of sea air.”—Court Journal.











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26 BLACKIE & SON'S BOOKS FOR YOUNG PEOPLE.



HALF-CROWN SERIES—Continued.
The Saucy May. By Heyry Frrrs.

“Mr, Frith gives a new picture of life on the ocean wave.” —Shefield Independent.
Jasper’s Conquest. By Exizasera J. Lysacur.

“One of the best boys’ books of the season.” —Schoolmaster.
Little Lady Clare. By Everyy Everurr-Greey.

“ Reminds us in its quaintness of Mrs. Ewing’s delightful tales.”—Liter. World.
The Eversley Secrets. By Evetyy Evererr-Greey.

“« Roy Eversley is a very touching picture of high principle.” —Guardian,
The Hermit Hunter of the Wilds. By G. Sranuus, zy.

“Will gladden the heart of many a bright boy.” —Methodist Recorder.
Sturdy and Strong. By G. A. Henry.

“ A hero whe stands as a good instance of chivalry in domestic life. ”"—The Empire.
Gutta Percha Willie. By Grorez Mac Donatp.

“Get it for your boys and girls to read for themselves.” —Practical Teacher.
The War of the Axe: Or, Adventures in South Africa. By

J. PERCY-GROVES. :
“The story is well and brilliantly told.”—Literary World.

The Lads of Little Clayton. By R. Sreap.

‘A capital book for boys.”—Sehoolinaster.
Ten Boys who lived on the Road from Long Ago to Now.
By Jane ANDREWS. With 20 Illustrations.
“The idea is a very happy one, and admirably carried out.”—Practical Teacher.

A Waif of the Sea: Or, The Lost Found. By Kare Woop.

“Written with tenderness and grace.”—Morning Advertiser.

Winnie’s Secret. By Karz Woop.
y

“One of the best story-books we have read.”-—Schoolmaster.

Miss Willowburn’s Offer. By Saran Doupyey.

“Patience Willowburn is one of Miss Doudney’s best creations.” —Spectator.

A Garland for Girls. By Loutsa M. Atcorr.

“These little tales are the beau ideal of girls’ stories.”—Christian World.

Hetty Gray: Or, Nobody’s Bairn. By Rosa Munnonayp.

“Hetty is a delightful creature—piquant, tender, and true.”—World.

Brothers in Arms: A Story of the Crusades. By F. Bay-
* — yorp Harrison.

“Sure to prove interesting to young people of both sexes.”— Guardian.
Miss Fenwick’s Failures. By Esmii Sruarr.

“« 4 oirl true to real life, who will put no nonsense into young heads.”—Graphie,
Gytha’s Message. By Euma Lesriz.

“This is the sort of book that all girls like.”—Journal of Education.
BLACKIE & SONS BOOKS FOR YOUNG PEOPLE. 27



HALF-CROWN SERIES—Continued.

Hammond’s Hard Lines. By Sxerron Kupporp. Illus-
trated by Haroip Saeae . =
Corrine.

“The story is very clever
and provocative of laughter.”
—Standard.

“Tt is just what a boy would
choose if the selection of a
story-book is left in his own
hand.”—Schoof Guardian.

Dulcie King: AStory
for Girls. By M.
Corset - SEYMOUR.
Illustrated by Gur-
TRUDE D. HAMMOND.

“An extremely graceful,
well-told tale o° domestic life.
... The heroine, Dulcie, is a
charming person, and worthy
of the good fortune which she
causes and shares.”—Guar-
dian.

Hugh Herbert’s In-
heritanee. By
CAROLINE AUSTIN.
With 4 page Illus-

trations by C. T.
GARLAND.









tes



e, “Will please by its simpli- Reduced Illustration from “ Hammond's Hard Lines”.
city, its tenderness, and its

healthy interesting motive. It is admirably written.”—Scotsman.

Nicola: The Career of a Girl Musician. By M. Corsur-Suy-
mour. Illustrated by GerrruDE D. HAmMMmonb. y

Jack o’ Lanthorn: A Tale of Adventure. By Henry Friru.
My Mistress the Queen. By M. A. Pautt.

The Stories of Wasa and Menzikoff.

Stories of the Sea in Former Days.

Tales of Captivity and Exile.

Famous Discoveries by Sea and Land.

Stirring Events of History.

Adventures in Field, Flood, and Forest.

“Tt would be diffienlt to place in the hands of young people books which
combine interest and instruction in a higher degree.” —Manchester Courier.
28 BLACKIE & SON'S BOOKS FOR YOUNG PEOPLE:

BLACKIE’S TWO-SHILLING SERIES.

Illustrated by eminent Artists. In crown 8vo, cloth elegant.

NEW VOLUMES.

In the Days of Drake. Being the Adventures of Humphrey
Salkeld. By J.8. Frercuer. With Illustrations by W. 8. Stacey.

Wilful Joyce. By W. L. Roovzr. Illustrated by Haronp
Corrine.

Proud Miss Sydney. By Grranpiye Mocxtsr., Illustrated
by G. Demain HamMonp.

The Girleen. By Eprrn Jounsroyz. Illustrated by. Paun
Harpy. é :

The Organist’s Baby. By Karunrey Knox.
School-Days in France. By Aw Oxp Girt.

The Ravensworth Scholarship: A High School Story
for Girls. By Mrs. Henry Clark.

Queen of the Daffodils: A Story of High School Life. By
Lesiie Larne.

Raff’s Ranche: A Story of Adventure among Cow-boys and
Indians. By F. M. Hous.

An Unexpected Hero. By Euiz. J. Lysacur.

The Bushranger’s Secret. By Mrs. Heyry Cuarxn, ma.
The White Squall. By Jouy C. Hurcuzsoy..

The Wreck of the ‘“‘Nancy Bell”. By J. C. Hurcuuson.
The Lonely Pyramid. By J. H.Yoxatt.

Bab: or, The Triumph of Unselfishness. By Ismay Tuorn.
Brave and True, and other Stories. By Grecson Gow.
The Light Princess. By Groreu Mac‘Dowatp.
Nutbrown Roger and I By J. H. Yoxaut.

Sam Silvan’s Sacrifice. By Jesse Cotman.

Insect Ways on Summer Days in Garden, Forest, Field,
and Stream. By Jennerr Humpureys. With 70 Ilustrations.

Susan. By Amy Watton.

A Pair of Clogs. By Amy Watton.

The Hawthorns. By Amy Watron.
Dorothy’s Dilemma. By Carouiye Avsrry.
BLACKIE & SON'S BOOKS FOR YOUNG PEOPLE. 29



TWO-SHILLING SERIES—Continued.



Marie’s Home. By Caronixe Austin.

A Warrior King. By J. Everyy.

Aboard the ‘“‘Atalanta”. By Heyry Frrrn.

The Penang Pirate. By Jonny C. Hurcnusoy.

Teddy: The Story of a “Little Pickle”. By Joun C. Hurcnson.
A Rash Promise. By Cecinra Serpy Lownpses.
Linda.and the Boys. By Cxciria Seipy Lownopzs.

Swiss Stories for Children. From the German of Mapam
JoHANNA Spyrt. By Lucy WHEELOCK.

The Squire’s Grandson. By J. M. Caniwet.
Magna Charta Stories. Edited by Arraur GILMAN, A.M.

The Wings of Courage; ayp Tus Croup - Spryver.
Translated from the French of GrorGE Sanb, by Mrs. CorKRAN.

Chirp and Chatter: Or, Lxssons rrom Finrp anp Tree.
; By Avice Banks. With 54 Ilustrations by Gorpon Browne.

Four Little Mischiefs. By Rosa Mutnouianp.

New Light through Old Windows. By Grecson Gow.
Little Tottie, and Two Other Stories. By Tuomas ArcHER.
Naughty Miss Bunny... By Cuara Munnonianp.
~Adventures of Mrs. Wishing-to-be. By Atice CorKRAN.
The Joyous Story of Toto. By Laura E. Ricuarps.
Our Dolly: Her Words and Ways. By Mrs. R. H. Ruap.
Fairy Fancy: What she Heard and Saw. By Mrs. Reap.



BLACKIE’S EIGHTEENPENNY SERIES.

With Lllustrations. In crown 8vo, cloth elegant.



NEW VOLUMES.

The Little Girl from Next Door. By Gerarpinz Mocximr.
Uncle Jem’s Stella. By Author of the “Two Dorothys”.
The Ball of Fortune, By C. Puarse. New and Cheaper Edition.
The Family Failing. By Dartey Date. New and Cheaper Edition.
Warner’s Chase: Or, The Gentle Heart. By Annie 8. Swan.

New Edition.
Climbing the Hill. By AnnieS. Swan. New Edition.
Into the Haven. By Anniz 8. Swan.
30

BLACKIE & SON'S BOOKS FOR YOUNG PEOPLE.



THE EIGHTEENPENNY SERIES.—Continued.

Olive and Robin: or, A Journey to
Nowhere. By the author of ‘“ ‘The
‘two Dorothys”.

Mona’s Trust: A Story for Girls,

By
PENELOPE LESLIE.

Wild Meg and Wee Dickie.
MAkyY H. Ropes.

Grannie. By ELIZABETH J.LYSAGHT.

The Seed She Sowed. By Emma
LESLIE.

By







[Reduced Specimen of the Illustrations.]

From “ Pleasures and Pranks”.

Little Jimmy: A Story of Adventure.
By Rev. D. RICE-JONES, M.A.

Pleasures and Pranks. By Isa-
BELLA PEARSON.

In a Stranger’s Garden: A Story
for Boys and Girls. By CONSTANCE
CUMING.

A Soldier’s Son: The Story of a Boy
who Succeeded. By ANNETTE Lys-
TER.

Mischief and Merry-making. By
ISABELLA PEARSON.

Littlebourne Lock, By F. Bayrorp
HARRISON. : :

Unlucky: A Fragment of a
Girl's Life. By CAROLINE
AUSTIN.

Everybody’s Business: Or,A
Friend in Need. By Ismay
‘THORN.

Tales of Daring and Dan-
ger. By G. A. HEN'ry.

The Seven Golden Keys. By
JAMES KE. ARNOLD.

The Story of a Queen. By
Mary C. ROWSELL.

Edwy: Or, Was he a Coward?
By ANNETTE LYS'TER.

The Battlefield Treasure.
By I. BAYFORD HARRISON.

Joan‘’s Adventures at the

North Pole. By ALIcE
CORKRAN.

Filled with Gold. By J. Prr-
REY,

Our_ General: A Story for
Girls. By ELIZABETH J.
LYSAGHT.

Aunt Hesba’s Charge. By
ELIZABETH J. LYSAGHT.

By Order of Queen Maude:
A Story of Home Life. By
LovIsA Crow.

The Late Miss Hollingford.
By RosA MULHOLLAND.

Our Frank. By AMy WALTON.

A Terrible Coward. By
G, MANVILLE FENN.

By G. A.



Yarns on the Beach.
HEN'ry.

Tom Finch’s Monkey.
HUTCHESON.

Miss Grantley’s Girls, and the Stories
she Told Them, By THOS. ARCHER.

The Pedlar and his Dog. By MARY
C. ROWSELL.

Town Mice in the Country. By
M. E. FRANCIS.

Phil and his Father.
THORN.

Prim’s Story. By L. E. TIppEMAN.

By J.C.

By Ismay
BLACKIE & SONS BOOKS FOR YOUNG PEOPLE. 31



EIGHTEENPENNY SERIES—Continued.

Down and Up Again. By GrEGsoN | The nappy: Lad: A Story of Peasant

Gow. Life iu Norway. By B. BIGRNSON.
Madge’s Mistake. By ANNIE E. | A Box of Stories. Packed for Young
ARMSTRONG. Folk by HoRACE HAPPYMAN,
The Troubles and Triumphs of | The Patriot Martyr, and other Nar-
Little Tim. By Greason Gow. | ratives of Female Heroism.

LIBRARY OF FAMOUS BOOKS FOR
BOYS AND GIRLS.

In Crown 8vo. Illustrated. Cloth extra, 1s. 6d. each.

Two Years Before the Mast.

Marryat’s Children of the New
Forest.

Scott’s The Talisman.

The Basket of Flowers.
Marryat’s Masterman Ready.
Alcott’s Little Women.

The Cruise of the Midge. M. Scorr.

Lives and Voyages of Drake and
Cavendish.

Edgeworth’s Moral Tales.

Marryat’s The Settlers in Canada.

Michael Scott’s Tom Cringle’s Log.

White’s Natural History of Sel-

borne. , : : : Cooper’s Deerslayer.

Waterton’s Wanderings in S. | The Lamplighter. By Miss Cum-
America. mins,

Anson’s Voyage Round the World. Cooper’s Pathfinder.
Autobiography of Franklin. The Vicar of Wakefield.
Lamb’s Tales from Shakspeare. | Plutarch’s Lives of Greek Heroes.
Southey’s Life of Nelson. | Poe’s Tales of Romance and Fan-
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Laugh and Learn: The Easiest Book of Nursery
Lessons and Nursery Games. By Jennert Houmpureys.
Profusely Illustrated. Square 8vo, cloth extra, 3s. 6d.

“One of the best books of the kind imaginable, fall of practical teach-
ing in word and picture, and helping the little ones pleasantly along a
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LONDON:
BLACKIE & SON, Limrren, 50 OLD BAILEY, EC.
rir. ACLAND says:—

“‘There ought to be in connection with every elementary school a
good library, in which you can lend children the best books which
are available to the richest children in the country.”



BLACKIE’S
SCHOOL AND HOME LIBRARY.

Under=the above title the publishers have arranged to issue, for
School Libraries and the. Home Circle, a selection of the best and most
interesting books in the English language. The Library will include
lives of heroes, ancient and modern, records of travel and adventure by
sea and land, fiction of the highest class, historical romances, books of
natural history, and tales of domestic life.

The greatest care will be devoted to the get-up of the Library. The
volumes will be clearly printed on good paper, and the binding made
specially durable, to withstand the wear and tear to which well-circu-
lated books are necessarily subjected.

In crown Svo volumes.

Dana’s Two Years before the Mast.
Southey’s Life of Nelson.
Waterton’sWanderings in S.America.
Anson’s Voyage Round the World.
Lamb’s Tales from Shakspedre.
Autobiographyof Benjamin Franklin.
Marryat’s Children of the New Forest.
Miss Mitford’s Our Village.

Scott’s Talisman.

The Basket of Flowers.

Marryat’s Masterman Ready.
Alcott’s Little Women.

Cooper’s Deerslayer.

Parry’s Third Voyage.

Dickens’ Oid Curiosity Shop. 2 vols.

Strongly bound in timperial cloth.



Price 1s. 4d. each.

Plutarch’s Lives of Greek Heroes.
The Lamplighter. By Miss Cummins.
Cooper’s Pathfinder, ‘
The Vicar of Wakefield.

White’s Natural History of Selborne.
Scott’s Ivanhoe. 2 vols.

Michael Scott’s Tom Cringle’s Log.
Irving’s Conquest of Granada. 2 vols.
Lives of Drake and Cavendish.
Michael Scott’s Cruise of the Midge.
Edgeworth’'s Moral Tales.
Passages in the Life of a Galley-Slave
The Snowstorm. By Mrs. Gore.
Life of Dampier.

Marryat’s The Settlers in Canada.

To be followed by a new volume on the first of each month.

We fecl sure that they will form a collection which boys and girls alike,
but especially the former, will highly prize; for whilst they contain interest-
ing, and at times very exciting reading, the tone throughout is of that

vigorous, stirring kind which is always appreciated by the young.’’-—

Sheffield Independent.

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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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'2011-11-28T14:01:56-05:00'
describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
'36644' 'info:fdaE20081004_AAAACCfileF20081006_AAANIQ' 'sip-files00078.pro'
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describe
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describe
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describe
'info:fdaE20081004_AAAACCfileF20081006_AAANIT' 'sip-files00078.txt'
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
'info:fdaE20081004_AAAACCfileF20081006_AAANIZ' 'sip-files00079.tif'
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describe
'info:fdaE20081004_AAAACCfileF20081006_AAANJA' 'sip-files00079.txt'
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
'info:fdaE20081004_AAAACCfileF20081006_AAANJQ' 'sip-files00082.jp2'
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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'2011-11-18T00:39:52-05:00'
describe
'info:fdaE20081004_AAAACCfileF20081006_AAANJX' 'sip-files00083.jp2'
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describe
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'2011-11-18T00:38:55-05:00'
describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
'info:fdaE20081004_AAAACCfileF20081006_AAANKE' 'sip-files00084.jp2'
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
'info:fdaE20081004_AAAACCfileF20081006_AAANMB' 'sip-files00092.jp2'
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
'info:fdaE20081004_AAAACCfileF20081006_AAANPF' 'sip-files00103.txt'
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
'info:fdaE20081004_AAAACCfileF20081006_AAANPM' 'sip-files00104.txt'
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
'info:fdaE20081004_AAAACCfileF20081006_AAANQC' 'sip-files00107.jp2'
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
'info:fdaE20081004_AAAACCfileF20081006_AAANRC' 'sip-files00110.txt'
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
'info:fdaE20081004_AAAACCfileF20081006_AAAOCF' 'sip-files00153.jp2'
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
'info:fdaE20081004_AAAACCfileF20081006_AAAOIR' 'sip-files00177.jp2'
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
'info:fdaE20081004_AAAACCfileF20081006_AAAOJC' 'sip-files00178.tif'
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
'info:fdaE20081004_AAAACCfileF20081006_AAAOKA' 'sip-files00182.jp2'
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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describe
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