Old Comcomly had beheld, with dismay, the arrival of a “big war canoe” displaying the British flag.  The shrewd old savage had become something of a politician in the course of his daily visits at the fort.  He knew of the war existing between the nations, but knew nothing of the arrangement between M’Dougal and M’Tavish.  He trembled, therefore, for the power of his white son-in-law, and the new-fledged grandeur of his daughter, and assembled his warriors in all haste.  “King George,” said he, “has sent his great canoe to destroy the fort, and make slaves of all the inhabitants.  Shall we suffer it?  The Americans are the first white men that have fixed themselves in the land.  They have treated us like brothers.  Their great chief has taken my daughter to be his squaw:  we are, therefore, as one people.”

His warriors all determined to stand by the Americans to the last, and to this effect they came painted and armed for battle.  Comcomly made a spirited war-speech to his son-in-law.  He offered to kill every one of King George’s men that should attempt to land.  It was an easy matter.  The ship could not approach within six miles of the fort; the crew could only land in boats.  The woods reached to the water’s edge; in these, he and his warriors would conceal themselves, and shoot down the enemy as fast as they put foot on shore.

M’Dougal was, doubtless, properly sensible of this parental devotion on the part of his savage father-in-law, and perhaps a little rebuked by the game spirit, so opposite to his own.  He assured Comcomly, however, that his solicitude for the safety of himself and the princess was superfluous; as, though the ship belonged to King George, her crew would not injure the Americans, or their Indian allies.  He advised him and his warriors, therefore, to lay aside their weapons and war shirts, wash off the paint from their faces and bodies, and appear like clean and civil savages, to receive the strangers courteously.

Comcomly was sorely puzzled at this advice, which accorded so little with his Indian notions of receiving a hostile nation, and it was only after repeated and positive assurances of the amicable intentions of the strangers that he was induced to lower his fighting tone.  He said something to his warriors explanatory of this singular posture of affairs, and in vindication, perhaps, of the pacific temper of his son-in-law.  They all gave a shrug and an Indian grunt of acquiescence, and went off sulkily to their village, to lay aside their weapons for the present.

The proper arrangements being made for the reception of Captain Black, that officer caused his ship’s boats to be manned, and landed with befitting state at Astoria.  From the talk that had been made by the Northwest Company of the strength of the place, and the armament they had required to assist in its reduction, he expected to find a fortress of some importance.  When he beheld nothing but stockades and bastions, calculated for defense against naked savages, he felt an emotion of indignant surprise, mingled with something of the ludicrous.  “Is this the fort,” cried he, “about which I have heard so much talking?  D-n me, but I’d batter it down in two hours with a four pounder!”