At War with Pontiac by Kirk Munroe and J. Finnemore
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 tremulous 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 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 neighbor, the major was at the same time gratified to discover in that neighbor his old friend and comrade, 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 honor 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 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 maintaining 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 neighbors, 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 allied in a defensive league against their powerful enemies. Their ancient hatred of the Iroquois, animated 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 constantly coming and going, destroying or being destroyed, 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 odors 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 wilderness home become very dear to them; for, representing 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 rejoiced over what had been accomplished, they planned for the future, and discussed the details of many projected improvements. At the outlet of the lake a grist-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-"
"I would that this horrible fighting were ended," interrupted Mrs. Hester. "Will not the time ever come, Graham, when these poor heathen will cease 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 call 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, mediaeval 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 torture 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 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 pursuers.
Chapter 1 TAWTRY HOUSE
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Chapter 2 THE MAJOR GAINS A FRIEND AND MAKES AN ENEMY
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Chapter 3 TRUMAN FLAGG'S STORY
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Chapter 4 ESCAPE OF THE PRISONERS
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Chapter 5 A BABY LOST AND RECOVERED
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Chapter 6 THE WILDERNESS
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Chapter 7 THE MAJOR RE-ENTERS ACTIVE SERVICE
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Chapter 8 DONALD SETS FORTH ON A PERILOUS MISSION
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Chapter 9 ST. AUBIN'S STARTLING INFORMATION
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Chapter 10 PONTIAC DECLARES WAR
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Chapter 11 MAJOR HESTER IS TAKEN PRISONER
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Chapter 12 DONALD AT JOHNSON CASTLE
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Chapter 13 PAYMASTER BULLEN AND HIS WONDERFUL TUB
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Chapter 14 A WHITE MEDICINE MAN
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Chapter 15 DONALD AND CHRISTIE CEMENT A FRIENDSHIP
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Chapter 16 QUICKEYE AND THE ZEBRA
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Chapter 17 A BRAVE GIRL CAPTIVE
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Chapter 18 SURPRISE AND DESTRUCTION OF THE BOAT BRIGADE
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Chapter 19 THE TOTEM SAVES DONALD'S LIFE
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Chapter 20 BITTER DISAPPOINTMENT AT FORT DETROIT
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Chapter 21 IN SEARCH OF A LOST SISTER
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Chapter 22 AMID THE RUINS OF FORT SANDUSKY
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Chapter 23 DISCOVERED AND PURSUED BY SAVAGES
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Chapter 24 CHRISTIE'S BRAVE DEFENCE OF HIS POST
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Chapter 25 DONALD FIRES THE MINE AND SAVES THE BLOCKHOUSE
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Chapter 26 FRIENDS IN CAPTIVITY
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Chapter 27 HOW THE PAYMASTER NAVIGATED LAKE ERIE IN A TUB
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Chapter 28 THE PAYMASTER IN WAR-PAINT AND FEATHERS
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Chapter 29 DONALD AND THE PAYMASTER ESCAPE
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Chapter 30 IMMINENT DANGER OF THE SCHOONER GLADWYN
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Chapter 31 PONTIAC RECOGNIZES THE TOTEM
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Chapter 32 LAST CRUISE OF THE PAYMASTER'S TUB
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Chapter 33 FORT DETROIT IS REINFORCED
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Chapter 34 AH-MO, THE DAUGHTER OF PONTIAC
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Chapter 35 A NIGHT OF FIGHTING AND TERROR
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Chapter 36 BRAVE DEATH OF THE OLD MAJOR
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Chapter 37 THE CURSE OF THE MAGIC CIRCLE
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Chapter 38 A WINTER IN THE WILDERNESS
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Chapter 39 AN ADOPTED DAUGHTER OF THE FOREST
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Chapter 40 THE PRINCESS ANSWERS DONALD'S QUESTION
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