He had not ascended the river a hundred miles, when he met a squadron of ten canoes, sweeping merrily down under British colors, the Canadian oarsmen, as usual, in full song.

It was an armament fitted out by M’Tavish, who had with him Mr. J. Stuart, another partner of the Northwest Company, together with some clerks, and sixty-eight men—­seventy-five souls in all.  They had heard of the frigate Phoebe and the Isaac Todd being on the high seas, and were on their way down to await their arrival.  In one of the canoes Mr. Clarke came as a passenger, the alarming intelligence having brought him down from his post on the Spokan.  Mr. M’Kenzie immediately determined to return with him to Astoria, and, veering about, the two parties encamped together for the night.  The leaders, of course, observed a due decorum, but some of the subalterns could not restrain their chuckling exultation, boasting that they would soon plant the British standard on the walls of Astoria, and drive the Americans out of the country.

In the course of the evening, Mr. M’Kenzie had a secret conference with Mr. Clarke, in which they agreed to set off privately before daylight, and get down in time to appraise M’Dougal of the approach of these Northwesters.  The latter, however, were completely on the alert; just as M’Kenzie’s canoes were about to push off, they were joined by a couple from the Northwest squadron, in which was M’Tavish, with two clerks, and eleven men.  With these, he intended to push forward and make arrangements, leaving the rest of the convoy, in which was a large quantity of furs, to await his orders.

The two parties arrived at Astoria on the 7th of October.  The Northwesters encamped under the guns of the fort, and displayed the British colors.  The young men in the fort, natives of the United States, were on the point of hoisting the American flag, but were forbidden by Mr. M’Dougal.  They were astonished at such a prohibition, and were exceedingly galled by the tone and manner assumed by the clerks and retainers of the Northwest Company, who ruffled about in that swelling and braggart style which grows up among these heroes of the wilderness; they, in fact, considered themselves lords of the ascendant and regarded the hampered and harassed Astorians as a conquered people.

On the following day M’Dougal convened the clerks, and read to them an extract from a letter from his uncle, Mr. Angus Shaw, one of the principal partners of the Northwest Company, announcing the coming of the Phoebe and Isaac Todd, “to take and destroy everything American on the northwest coast.”

This intelligence was received without dismay by such of the clerks as were natives of the United States.  They had felt indignant at seeing their national flag struck by a Canadian commander, and the British flag flowed, as it were, in their faces.  They had been stung to the quick, also, by the vaunting airs assumed by the Northwesters.  In this mood of mind, they would willingly have nailed their colors to the staff, and defied the frigate.  She could not come within many miles of the fort, they observed, and any boats she might send could be destroyed by their cannon.