LITTLE sleep was there for any one in the Shawnee camp that night. Hour after hour the witchdrums boomed and the leaping ghost fires flamed to the far-off blinking stars. Hour after hour the thunderous chanting of the braves shivered through the forest, waking the resting birds and scaring the four-footed prowlers of the night. Hour after hour the chiefs debated peace and war, now listening to the words of the redcoat emissary of the British king, now hearkening to Tecumseh, now turning ear to Catahecasa (Black Hoof) or to Wathethewela (Bright Horn), as they spoke1 for peace, declaring that the British would fight for a time and then go away, but that the Long Knives from the south would stay forever. Hour after hour the wheeling stars, a silver dust behind the chariot of the moon, rose, passed, and sank. Hour after hour the mounting mists of the Black Swamp wavered and fell back, driven away by the heat of the fires and the hot breaths of the warriors2. Dawn was breaking in the east as Tecumseh and his devoted3 few struck their hatchets5 into the war post and left the council to prepare for their northward6 venture, leaving the bulk of the Shawnees loyal to the Seventeen Fires.
[72]Long before this, Alagwa had sought Wabetha, wife of Tecumseh, and had told her the will of the great chief. In the privacy of the lodge7 she had dropped her Indian garments from her one by one, till she stood revealed in the firelight, a slender shape amazingly fair compared to the red tints8 of the Indians. Wabetha, softly marvelling9 over the ever-new wonder of her white beauty, had hacked11 at the two heavy plaits of burnished12 hair till they fell like two great snakes to the trampled13 clay of the floor, leaving the girl bare indeed. Then, one by one, she had clothed her in the unfamiliar14 garments of the whites, the strong calico shirt, the deerskin knee breeches, the leggings wrapped about each slender limb and bound at the top and at the bottom with pliant15 thongs16, the high moccasins padded as a protection against the snakes that infested17 the whole region. When the squaw placed on her head the inevitable18 coonskin cap of the white hunter, it would have taken a sharp eye to suspect the sex of this Indian-trained daughter of the Huguenots. Straight as a fir and supple19 as a willow20, retaining longer than most of her sex the slender lines of childhood, she hid all feminine curves beneath the loose garb21 of the woodsman.
When, with the first peep of dawn Wilwiloway came slipping through the rolling mists to scratch at the cabin door, she was ready, her good-bys said. Without a word she fell in at his heels and[73] together they took the long trail south, the trail whose only end, so far as known to her, would be beneath alien stars at the borders of a sea unknown.
Wilwiloway moved cautiously. No sign of danger was visible, but he was too well versed22 in the war trail not to know that the unseen danger is ever the deadliest. Alagwa followed, also cautiously, not because she feared, for she did not, but because she had been trained to obey the will of the leaders. Close at Wilwiloway’s heels she trod, putting her feet carefully into his footprints. Only once she paused, at the edge of the clearing, and looked backward at the vast wavering draperies of mist that hid the only home she could remember. Her eyes were dim and her cheeks wet, not merely from the clinging fingers of the fog, as she strove to penetrate24 the blanket of mist that hung before her. For a moment she gazed, then, with a choking sob25, she hurried on.
Hour after hour the two sped southward. Neither spoke. Wilwiloway, at his great leader’s command, was giving up the hope of his life, and was giving it up silently and stolidly26, with Indian stoicism. Alagwa was giving up all she had known, all her friends, all the familiar scenes of her childhood.
And yet, after the first pang27, her thoughts went forward, not backward, ranging into the strange new world into which she was hurrying. Alagwa was skilled in all forms of woodcraft; she could make[74] fire where a white man would freeze; catch game where he would starve; sleep warm and snug28 where he would shiver and rack with wet and fever and ague. She knew the forest trails, knew the rocks on which the rattlesnake sunned and the tufts of grass beneath which the copperhead lurked29, knew the verdure that hid the quagmire30, the firm-appearing ice that splintered at a touch, the tottering32 tree that dealt ruin at a breath.
But of the white man’s ways she knew almost nothing. Before her father died he had taught her to speak French, but in the years that had passed since then she had nearly forgotten it. From one source or another, from Colonel Johnson and his family, from two or three prisoners, she had learned English—enough to understand if not enough to speak fluently. But other than this she knew nothing—except that there was a world of things to be known.
Much she wondered concerning the strange new life into which she was hurrying. Her woman’s heart quaked at the dangers she must face, but her woman’s soul, burning high with zeal33 to serve her people, bore her on. If for a moment the thought that she was to play a treacherous34 part, to worm her way into the Americans’ confidence in order to betray them, came to vex35 her she drove it back. For years the Long Knives had cheated her people, had lied to them, had despoiled36 them, had slain[75] them. Treaty after treaty they had made, determining boundaries which they swore not to cross; and then, the moment they grew strong enough to take another forward step, they had broken their pledges and had surged forward, driving her people back. Treachery for treachery. Against such shameless foes37 all things were fair. If she could requite39 them some small proportion of the woe40 they had dealt out to her and hers she would glory in the deed. Afterwards, if they detected her they might slay41 her as they pleased—burn her at the stake if they would. She would show them how a Shawnee could die.
Concerning the man in the red coat she thought very little. She might have to think of him again at some time in the future, but for the moment he was one of the things she was leaving behind. He was an Englishman and therefore her ally, but he was her father’s foe38 and therefore hers. After she had done her duty, after these shameless Americans had been driven back, after the hatchet4 had been buried in victory for her tribe, she would consider what he had offered. For the moment she merely wondered idly whether he had come to America really desirous of putting her in her place across the water or whether he had come in order to kill her and take her estates. Either alternative seemed entirely42 possible to Alagwa’s Indian-trained mind. He was of her clan43 and therefore bound to aid her[76] loyally. But he was her father’s foe and therefore was free to kill her and take her property. She would be slow to trust him. Fortunately she did not have to trust him now. It never once crossed the girl’s mind that Captain Count Brito might wish to wed23 her rather than kill her or that by so doing he could easily get possession of her property. Among the Indians the lover gave presents to the father of his bride; he did not receive them with her.
But, concerning the young chief from the south of whom Tecumseh had spoken, she did think long and dubiously44. Would she meet him among the whites to whom she was going and would she know him if she did meet him? Had he come to Ohio at all, or had his heart failed him as he faced the long trail to the north? Had he, like all other Americans, spoken with a forked tongue when he promised to come? Had he scorned his Indian-bred cousin, as she knew his people scorned the Indians?
And what was he like? Tecumseh had said that he was young, big, strong, and fair-haired. Methoataske, mother of Tecumseh, had spoken—Alagwa remembered it dimly—of a youth whom she had adopted into the Panther clan far away to the south at the edge of the Big Sea Water—a youth with blue eyes and yellow hair. Alagwa formed a picture in her mind.
[77]Then she caught herself up angrily. After all, what did it matter. She was not going to meet this youth. Rather she would avoid him. His people were at war with hers. He was her enemy. She would think of him no more.
Abruptly45 Wilwiloway halted, stiffening46 like a hunting dog. Behind him Alagwa stopped in her tracks, poising47 as motionless as some wild thing of the forest, listening to a rattling48 and clinking that came from the narrow, vistaless road that stretched before her.
In a moment Wilwiloway turned his head. “White men come in wagon49,” he said. “Squaw stop here. Wilwiloway go see.” He slipped into the bushes and was gone.
Alagwa, with the obedience50 ingrained into her since childhood, waited where she stood, peering through the green foliage51 that laced across her eyes.
Soon a wagon drawn52 by two mules53 clattered54 into the field of her vision. On the box sat a white man, driving, with a rifle across his knees. Beside the wagon walked another white man, with a rifle in the hollow of his arm. A little behind rode two other men; one, marvel10 of marvels55, was neither red nor white, but black; the other—Alagwa caught her breath—was young and big and fair-haired.
Abruptly she saw Wilwiloway step into the road and throw up his hand. “Peace,” he called. The[78] young man on horseback behind threw up his right palm in answer. “Peace,” he answered, in the Shawnee tongue, smilingly.
But as he spoke Alagwa saw the white man on the box throw up his rifle with a meaning not to be mistaken. His action swept away her Indian training in a breath and she sprang forward with a shriek56 of warning.
Too late! The rifle spoke and Wilwiloway reeled backward, clutching at the air. Against a tree trunk he fell and held himself up, a dark stain widening swiftly upon the white of his shirt.
Alagwa saw red. Wilwiloway was her friend; all her life she had known him; he had loved her; he was being foully57 murdered. With a scream she snatched her hunting knife from her belt and dashed to his aid.
The man in the road saw her coming and fired. Alagwa knew that he had fired at her, but she did not mind. What she did mind was that she had stumbled on something, stumbled so violently that the shock sent her staggering backward. As she reeled, she saw the young man on the horse spurring forward.
Wilwiloway was still clinging to the tree. He saw the girl totter31 and the sight seemed to give him strength. With a yell of fury he leaped upon the man in the road, tore from his hands the yet smoking rifle, and struck with it once—a mighty[79] blow that sent the man crashing to the ground, a crimson58 furrow59 across his shattered skull60.
Wilwiloway did not pause. Over the dead form of his enemy he sprang, leaping upward at the man on the box, to meet a crashing blow that hurled61 him backward and downward into the dust of the road.
With a whoop62 the man on the box sprang to the ground, knife in hand. An instant later he was up, waving a bloody63 trophy64. He saw the girl still clutching at the air and rushed toward her.
Alagwa saw it all. Wilwiloway was dead, and she was at the mercy of her enemies. She could not even move; her legs had grown strangely heavy. But her spirit rose indomitably. Forgotten was her white ancestry65; once more she was an Indian, trained in Indian ideals. Steadily66 she drew herself up, folded her arms across her breast, and stared unflinchingly at the coming death. She would show them how a Shawnee could die. Deliberately67 she began to sing the Shawnee death chant:
Rivers must we cross; deep waters must we pass.
Oh Kawas, hear: To thee we call. Oh come and aid us.
Help us through the stream to pass and forward go.
Here is the place we seek; here is our journey’s end.
Here have we come; here is our journey’s end.
[80]Her sight was failing, but she sang on. Dimly she saw the white man with the hunting knife and behind him the young white chief on his horse coming like a thunderbolt. She did not heed69 them. Round her cool green waves were rising; the forest was stretching out its arms to pillow her.
Then came a shock. The young white chief had driven his horse against the man on the ground, hurling70 him backward. “Stop! you d—d butcher,” he yelled. “Don’t you see it’s a white boy!” He leaped from his horse and caught the girl as she fell.
The touch roused Alagwa to sudden blind terror and she began to struggle furiously, striking with soft, harmless hands. Then abruptly a voice sounded in her ear—a voice gentle yet strong, whimsical yet comforting.
“It’s all right, youngster,” it said. “It’s all right. Nobody’s going to hurt you. We’re white men—friends! friends! There now, boy, be still!”
The girl’s eyes lifted to the face that hung above her. Feverishly71 they roved over the broad brow, the fair curling hair, the whimsical blue eyes, the smiling yet pitiful mouth. As she read their message terror slipped from her, her strained limbs relaxed, a sense of peace and safety came over her, and she drifted away on a sea of blessed unconsciousness.
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warriors
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hatchets
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lodge
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hacked
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snug
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slay
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dubiously
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abruptly
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stiffening
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poising
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wagon
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obedience
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foliage
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shriek
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