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CHAPTER VII.
THE SURPRISE
The United States have inherited from England that system of continual invasion and usurpation which is one of the most salient points in the British character.
Scarcely was the independence of North America proclaimed, and peace concluded with the mother country, ere those very men who cried out so loudly against tyranny and oppression, who protested against the violation of the rights of nations, of which they said they were the victims, organized, with that implacable coolness which they owe to their origin, a hunt of the Red Indians. Not only did they do so over the whole extent of their territories, but dissatisfied with the possession of the vast regions which their restless population, spite of its activity, did not suffice to clear and render valuable, they wished to make themselves masters of the two oceans, by encircling on all sides the aboriginal tribes, whom they drove back incessantly, and whom, according to the prophetic words, filled with bitter displeasure, of an aged Indian chief, they will eventually drown in the Pacific, by means of treachery and perfidy.
In the United States, about which people are beginning to be disabused, but which prejudiced or ill-informed persons still persist in representing as the classic land of liberty, is found that odious anomaly of two races degraded and despoiled for the advantage of a third race, which arrogates to itself a right of life and death over them, and considers them as nothing more than beasts of burden.
These two races, so worthy of the interest of all enlightened minds, and of the true friends of the human species, are the black and red races.
It is true, that on the other hand, to prove what thorough philanthropists they are, the United States did, in the year 1795, sign a treaty of peace and friendship with the Barbary States, which gave them advantages incomparably greater than those offered by the Order of Malta, which was likewise desirous of treating with them – a treaty guaranteed by the regencies of Algiers and Tripoli.
In this treaty it is positively stated that the government of the United States is not founded, in any way, upon the Christian religion.
To those to whom this may appear strong, we will reply that it is logical, and that the Americans in the article of God acknowledge but one alone – the God Dollar! who, in all times, has been the only one adored by the pirates of every country.
Draw the conclusion from this who will.
The squatters, a race without hearth or home, without right or law, the refuse of all nations, and who are the shame and scum of the North-American population, are advancing incessantly towards the West, and by clearings upon clearings endeavour to drive the Indian tribes from their last places of refuge.
In rear of the squatters come five or six soldiers, a drummer, a trumpeter, and an officer of some kind bearing the banner of the Stars and Stripes.
These soldiers build a fort with some trunks of trees, plant the flag on the top of it, and proclaim that the frontiers of the Confederation extend to that point.
Then around the fort spring up a few cabins, and a bastard population is grouped – a heterogeneous compound of whites, blacks, reds, copper-coloured, &c., &c., and a city is founded, upon which is bestowed some sonorous name – Utica, Syracuse, Rome, or Carthage, for example, and a few years later, when this city possesses two or three stone houses, it becomes by right the capital of a new state which is not yet in existence.
Thus are things going on in this country! – it is very simple, as is evident.
A few days after the events we have related in our preceding chapter, a strange scene was passing in a possession built scarcely two years before, upon the banks of the great Canadian river, in a beautiful position at the foot of a verdant hill.
This possession consisted of about twenty cabins, grouped capriciously near each other, and protected by a little fort, armed with four small cannon which commanded the course of the river.
The village, though so young, had already, thanks to the prodigious American activity, acquired all the importance of a city. Two taverns overflowed with tipplers, and three temples of different sects served to gather together the faithful.
The inhabitants moved about here and there with the preoccupation of people who work seriously and look sharply after their affairs.
Numerous canoes ploughed the river, and carts loaded with merchandise passed about in all directions, grinding upon their creaking axles, and digging deep ruts.
Nevertheless, in spite of all this movement, or, perhaps, on account of it, it was easy to observe that a certain uneasiness prevailed in the village.
The inhabitants questioned each other, groups were formed upon the steps of doors, and several men, mounted upon powerful horses, rode rapidly away, as scouts, in all directions, after taking their orders from the captain commanding the fort, who, dressed in full uniform, with a telescope in his hand, and his arms behind his back, was walking backwards and forwards, with hasty steps, upon the glacis of the little fort.
By degrees, the canoes regained the shore, the carts were unteamed, the beasts of burden were collected in the home pastures, and the entire population assembled upon the square of the village.
The sun was sinking rapidly towards the horizon, night would soon be upon them, and the horsemen sent to the environs had all returned.
"You see," said the captain to the assembled inhabitants, "that we had nothing to fear, it was only a false alarm; you may return peaceably to your dwellings, no trace of Indians can be found for twenty miles round."
"Hum!" an old half-breed hunter, leaning on his gun, observed, "Indians are not long in travelling twenty miles!"
"That is possible, White Eyes," the commandant replied, "but be convinced that if I have acted as I have done, it has been simply with the view of reassuring the people; the Indians will not dare to avenge themselves."
"Indians always avenge themselves, captain," said the old hunter, sententiously.
"You have drunk too much whiskey, White Eyes; it has got into your head; you are dreaming, with your eyes open."
"God grant you may be right, captain! but I have passed all my life in the clearings, and know the manners of the redskins, while you have only been on the frontiers two years."
"That is quite as long as is necessary," the captain interrupted, peremptorily.
"Nevertheless, with your permission, Indians are men, and the Comanches, who were treacherously assassinated here, in contempt of the laws of nations, were warriors renowned in their tribe."
"White Eyes, you are of mixed breed, you lean a little too much to the red race," said the captain ironically.
"The red race," the hunter replied proudly, "are loyal; they do not assassinate for the pleasure of shedding blood, as you yourself did, four days ago, in killing those two warriors who were passing inoffensively in their canoe, under the pretence of trying a new gun which you had received from Acropolis."
"Well, well! that's enough! Spare me your comments, White Eyes, I am not disposed to receive observations from you."
The hunter bowed awkwardly, threw his gun upon his shoulder and retired grumbling.
"That's all one! – Blood that is shed cries for vengeance; the redskins are men, and will not leave the crime unpunished."
The captain retired into the fort, visibly annoyed by what the half-breed had said to him. Gradually the inhabitants dispersed, after wishing each other good night, and closed their dwellings with that carelessness peculiar to men accustomed to risk their lives every minute.
An hour later night had completely set in, thick darkness enveloped the village, and the inhabitants, fatigued with the rude labours of the day, were reposing in profound security.
The scouts sent out by the captain towards the decline of day had badly performed their duty, or else they were not accustomed to Indian cunning, otherwise they never could, by their reports, have placed the colonists in such deceitful confidence.
Scarcely a mile from the village, concealed amongst and confounded with the thick bushes and intertwining trees of a virgin forest, of which the nearest part had already fallen under the indefatigable axe of the clearers, two hundred warriors of the tribe of the Serpent, guided by several renowned chiefs, among whom was Eagle Head, who, although wounded, insisted upon joining the expedition, were waiting, with that Indian patience which nothing can foil, the propitious moment for taking a severe vengeance for the insult they had received.
Several hours passed thus, and the silence of night was not disturbed by any noise whatever.
The Indians, motionless as bronze statues, waited without displaying the slightest impatience.
Towards eleven o'clock the moon rose, lighting the landscape with its silvery beams.
At the same instant the distant howling of a dog was repeated twice.
Eagle Head then left the tree behind which he had been screened, and began to creep with extreme address and velocity, in the direction of the village.
On reaching the skirts of the forest he stopped; then, after casting round an investigating glance, he imitated the neighing of a horse with such perfection that two horses of the village immediately replied to him.
After waiting for a few seconds, the practised ear of the chief perceived an almost insensible noise among the leaves; the bellowing of an ox was heard a short distance away; then the chief arose and waited.
Two seconds later a man joined him.
This man was White Eyes, the old hunter.
A sinister smile curled the corners of his thin lips.
"What are the white men doing?" the chief asked.
"They are asleep," the half-breed answered.
"Will my brother give them up to me?"
"For a fair exchange."
"A chief has but one word. The pale woman and the grey head?"
"Are here."
"Shall they belong to me?"
"All the inhabitants of the village shall be placed in the hands of my brethren."
"Och! Has not the hunter come?"
"Not yet."
"He will come presently?"
"Probably he will."
"What does my brother say now?"
"Where is that which I demanded of the chief?" the hunter said.
"The skins, the guns, and the powder, are in the rear, guarded by my young men."
"I trust to you, chief," the hunter replied, "but if you deceive me – "
"An Indian has but one word."
"That is good! Whenever you please, then."
Ten minutes later the Indians were masters of the village, all the inhabitants of which, roused one after the other, were made prisoners without a struggle.
The fort was surrounded by the Comanches, who, after heaping up at the foot of the walls trunks of trees, carts, furniture, and all the farming implements of the colonists, only waited for a signal from their chief to commence the attack.
All at once a vague form stood out from the top of the fort, and the cry of the sparrowhawk echoed through the air.
The Indians set fire to the kind of pyre they had raised and rushed towards the palisades, uttering altogether that horrible and piercing war cry which is peculiar to them, and which, on the frontiers, is always the signal for a massacre.
CHAPTER VIII.
INDIAN VENGEANCE
The position of the Americans, was most critical.
The captain, surprised by the silent attack of the Comanches, had been suddenly awakened by the frightful war cry they uttered, as soon as they had set fire to the materials heaped up in front of the fort.
Springing out of bed, the brave officer, for a moment dazzled by the ruddy gleam of the flames, half-dressed himself, and, sabre in hand, rushed towards the side where the garrison reposed; they had already taken the alarm, and were hastening to their posts with that careless bravery which distinguishes the Yankees.
But what was to be done?
The garrison amounted, captain included, to twelve men.
How, with so numerically weak a force, could they resist the Indians, whose diabolical profiles they saw fantastically lit up in the sinister reflections of the conflagration?
The officer sighed deeply.
"We are lost!" he murmured.
In the incessant combats fought on the Indian frontiers, the laws of civilized warfare are completely unknown.
The vae victis reigns in the full acceptation of the term.
Inveterate enemies, who fight one against another with all the refinements of barbarity, never ask or give quarter.
Every conflict, then, is a question of life and death.
Such is the custom.
The captain knew this well, therefore he did not indulge in the least allusion as to the fate that awaited him if he fell into the hands of the Comanches.
He had committed the fault of allowing himself to be surprised by the redskins, and he must undergo the consequence of his imprudence.
But the captain was a good and brave soldier; certain of not being able to retreat safe and sound from the wasp's nest into which he had fallen, he wished at least, to succumb with honour.
The soldiers had no need to be excited to do their duty; they knew as well as their captain that they had no chance of safety left.
The defenders of the fort, therefore, placed themselves resolutely behind the barricades, and began to fire upon the Indians with a precision that speedily caused them a heavy loss.
The first person the captain saw, on mounting the platform of the little fort, was the old hunter, White Eyes.
"Ah, ah!" murmured the officer to himself, "what is this fellow doing here?"
Drawing a pistol from his belt, he walked straight up to the half-breed, and, seizing him by the throat, he clapped the barrel of his pistol to his breast, saying, to him with that coolness which the Americans inherit from the English, and upon which they have improved —
"In what fashion did you introduce yourself into the fort, you old screech owl?"
"Why, by the gate, seemingly," the other replied, unmoved.
"You must be a sorcerer, then!"
"Perhaps I am."
"A truce with your jokes, mixed-blood, you have sold us to your brothers the redskins."
A sinister smile passed over the countenance of the half-breed; the captain perceived it.
"But your treachery shall not profit you, you miserable scoundrel!" he said, in a voice of thunder; "you shall be the first victim of it."
The hunter disengaged himself by a quick, unexpected movement; then, with a spring backwards, and clapping his gun to his shoulder, he said —
"We shall see," with a sneer.
These two men, placed face to face upon that narrow platform, lighted by the sinister reflection of the fire, the intensity of which increased every minute, would have had a terrific expression for the spectator who was able to contemplate them coolly.
Each of them personified in himself those two races confronted in the United States, whose struggle will only finish by the complete extinction of the one to the profit of the other.
At their feet the combat was taking the gigantic proportions of an epic.
The Indians rushed with rage, and uttering loud cries, against the intrenchments, where the Americans received them with musket shots or at the point of the bayonet.
But the fire continued to increase, the soldiers fell one after another; all promised soon to be over.
To the menace of White Eyes, the captain had replied by a smile of contempt.
Quick as lightning he discharged his pistol at the hunter; the latter let his gun drop, his right arm was broken.
The captain sprang upon him with a shout of joy.
The half breed was knocked down by this unexpected shock.
Then his enemy, placing his knee upon his breast, and looking at him for an instant, said, with a bitter laugh, —
"Well! was I mistaken?"
"No," the half-breed replied in a firm tone; "I am a fool – my life belongs to you – kill me!"
"Be satisfied I shall reserve you for an Indian death."
"You must be quick, then, if you wish to avenge yourself," the half-breed said, ironically, "for it will soon be too late."
"I have time enough. Why did you betray us, you miserable wretch?"
"Of what consequence is that to you?"
"I wish to know."
"Well then, be satisfied," the hunter said, after an instant of silence; "the white men, your brothers, were the murderers of all my family, and I wished to avenge them."
"But we had done nothing to you, had we?"
"Are you not white men? Kill me and put an end to all this. I can die joyfully, for numbers of victims will follow me to the tomb."
"Well, since it is so," said the captain, with a sinister smile, "I will send you to join your brothers; you see I am a loyal adversary."
Then pressing his knees strongly on the chest of the hunter, to prevent his escape from the punishment he reserved for him, he cried —
"In the Indian fashion!"
And taking his knife, he seized with his left hand the half-breed's thick and tangled head of hair, and with the greatest dexterity scalped him.
The hunter could not restrain a cry of frightful agony at this unexpected mutilation. The blood flowed in torrents from his bare skull, and inundated his face.
"Kill me! kill me!" he said, "this pain is horrible!"
"Do you find it so?" said the captain.
"Oh! kill me! kill me!"
"What!" said the captain, shrugging his shoulders, "do you take me for a butcher? No, I will restore you to your worthy friends."
He then took the hunter by the legs, and dragging him to the edge of the platform, pushed him with his foot.
The miserable creature instinctively endeavoured to hold himself up by seizing, with his left hand, the extremity of a post which projected outward.
For an instant he remained suspended in space.
He was hideous to behold; his denuded skull, his face, over which streams of black blood continued flowing, contracted by pain and terror; his whole body agitated by convulsive movements, inspired horror and disgust.
"Pity! pity!" he murmured.
The captain surveyed him with a bitter smile on his lips, and with his arms crossed upon his chest.
But the exhausted nerves of the hunter could sustain him no longer; his clenched fingers relaxed their hold of the post he had seized with the energy of despair.
"Hangman! be for ever accursed!" he cried, with an accent of frantic rage.
And he fell.
"A good journey to you!" said the captain, sneeringly.
An immense clamour arose from the gates of the fort.
The captain rushed to the assistance of his people.
The Comanches had gained possession of the barricades.
They rushed in a crowd into the interior of the fort, massacring and scalping the enemies whom they encountered in their passage.
Four American soldiers only were left standing; the others were dead.
The captain entrenched himself in the middle of the staircase which led to the platform.
"My friends," he said to his comrades, "die without regret, for I have killed the man who betrayed us."
The soldiers replied by a shout of joy to this novel consolation, and prepared to sell their lives dearly. But at this moment an incomprehensible thing took place.
The cries of the Indians ceased, as if by enchantment.
The attack was suspended.
"What are they about now?" the captain muttered; "What new devil's trick have these demons invented?"
Once master of all the approaches to the fort, Eagle Head ordered the fight to cease.
The colonists who were made prisoners in the village were brought, one after another, into his presence: there were twelve of them, and four were women.
When these twelve unfortunates stood trembling before him, Eagle Head commanded the women to be set apart.
Ordering the men to pass one by one before him, he looked at them attentively, and then made a sign to the warriors standing by his side.
The latter instantly seized the Americans, chopped off their hands at the wrists with their knives, and, after having scalped them, pushed them into the fort.
Seven colonists underwent this atrocious torture, and there remained but one.
He was an old man of lofty stature, thin, but still active; his hair, white as snow, fell on his shoulders; his black eyes flashed, but his features remained unmoved; he waited, apparently impassible, till Eagle Head should decide his fate, and send him to join the unfortunates who had preceded him.
But the chief continued to survey him attentively.
At length the features of the savage expanded, a smile played upon his lips, and he held out his hand to the old man, —
"Usted no conocer amigo?" (No you know friend?) he said to him in bad Spanish, the guttural accent of his race.
At these words the old man started, and looked earnestly at the Indian in his turn.
"Oh!" said he, with astonishment, "El Gallo!" (the Cock.)
"Wah!" replied the chief, with satisfaction, "I am a friend of the grey head; redskins have not two hearts: my father saved my life, – my father shall come to my hut."
"Thanks, chief! I accept your offer," said the old man, warmly pressing the hand the Indian held out to him.
And he hastily placed himself by a woman of middle age, with a noble countenance, whose features, though faded by grief, still preserved traces of great beauty.
"God be praised!" she said, with great emotion, when the old man rejoined her.
"God never abandons those who place their trust in Him," he replied.
During this time the redskins were preparing the last scenes of the terrible drama which we have made the reader witness.
When all the colonists were shut up in the fort, the fire was revived with all the materials the Indians could find; a barrier of flames for ever separated the unfortunate Americans from the world.
The fort soon became one immense funeral pyre, from which escaped cries of pain, mingled at intervals with the report of firearms.
The Comanches, motionless, watched at a distance the progress of the fire, and laughed like demons at the spectacle of their vengeance.
The flames, which had seized upon the whole building, mounted with fearful rapidity, throwing their light over the desert, like a dismal beacon.
On the top of the fort some individuals were seen rushing about in despair, while others, on their knees seemed to be imploring divine mercy.
Suddenly a horrible crackling was heard, a cry of extreme agony rose towards heaven, and the fort crumbled down into the burning pile which consumed it, throwing up millions of sparks.
All was over.
The Americans had perished!
The Comanches planted an enormous mast on the spot where the square had been. This mast, to which were nailed the hands of the colonists, was surmounted by a hatchet, the iron of which was stained with blood.
Then, after setting fire to the few cabins that were left standing, Eagle Head gave orders for departure.
The four women and the old man, the sole survivors of the population of this unfortunate settlement, followed the Comanches.
And a melancholy silence hovered over these smoking ruins, which had just been the theatre of so many sorrowful scenes.
