The Hidden Children eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 598 pages of information about The Hidden Children.

The Hidden Children eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 598 pages of information about The Hidden Children.

When the sun rose we slung pack and pulled foot.  And all that day we travelled without mischance; and the next day it was the same, encountering nothing more menacing than peeled and painted trees, where some scouting war-party of the enemy had written threats and boasts, warning the “Boston people” away from the grizzly fastnesses of the dread Long House, and promising a horrid vengeance for every mile of the Dark Empire we profaned.

And so, toward sundown, the first picket of General Sullivan’s army challenged us; and my Indians shouted:  “Nai Tioga!” And presently we heard the evening gun very near.

Signs of their occupation became more frequent every minute now; there were batteaux and rafts being unloaded at landing places, heavily guarded by Continental soldiery; canoes at carrying places, brush huts erected along the trail, felled trees, bushes cut and lying in piles, roads being widened and cleared, and men everywhere going cheerily about their various affairs.

We encountered the cattle-guard near to a natural meadow along a tiny binikill, and they gave us an account of how Brant had fallen upon Minisink and had slain more than a hundred of our people along the Delaware and Neversink.  And I saw my Indians listening with grim countenances while their eyes glowed like coals.  As soon as we forded the river, we passed a part of Colonel Proctor’s artillery, parleyed in a clearing, where a fine block-fort was being erected; and there were many regimental wagons and officers’ horses and batt-horses and cattle to be seen there, and great piles of stores in barrels, sacks, skins, and willow baskets.

As we passed the tents of a foot regiment, the 3rd New Hampshire Line, one of their six Ensigns, Bradbury Richards, recognized me and came across the road to shake my hand, and to inform me that a small scout was to go out to reconnoitre the Indian town of Chemung; and that we would doubtless march thither on the morrow.

With Richards came also my old friend Ezra Buell, lately lieutenant in my own regiment, but now a captain in the 3rd New York Continentals, and a nephew of that Ezra Buell who ran the Stanwix survey in ’69 and married a pretty Esaurora girl while marking the Treaty Line.

“Well!” says Ezra, shaking my hand, and:  “How are you lazy people up the river, and what are you doing there?”

“Damming the lake,” said I, “whilst you damn us for making you wait.”

Bradbury Richards laughed, saying that they themselves had but just come up, admitting, however, that there had been some little cursing concerning our delay.

“It has been that way with us, too,” said I, “but it is the rebel ‘Grants’ we curse, and the Ethan Allens and John Starks, and treacherous Green Mountain Boy’s, who would shoot us in the backs or make a dicker with Sir Henry sooner than lift a finger to obey the laws of the State they are betraying.”

“So hot and yet so young!” said Buell, laughing, “and after a long trail, too —­ " glancing at my Indians, “and another in view already!  But you were ever an uncompromising youngster, Loskiel.”

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