The Zane Grey Megapack. Zane Grey

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      “’Pears likely.”

      “And you, also, think we’d do well to leave here.”

      “I do, sartin. We’re startin’ for Fort Henry soon. You’d better come along with us.”

      “Captain Williamson, we’re going to stick it out, Girty or no Girty.”

      “You can’t do no good stayin’ here. Pipe and Half King won’t stand for the singin’, prayin’ redskins, especially when they’ve got all these cattle and fields of grain.”

      “Wetzel said the same.”

      “Hev you seen Wetzel?”

      “Yes; he rescued a girl from Jim Girty, and returned her to us.”

      “That so? I met Wetzel and Jack Zane back a few miles in the woods. They’re layin’ for somebody, because when I asked them to come along they refused, sayin’ they had work as must be done. They looked like it, too. I never hern tell of Wetzel advisin’ any one before; but I’ll say if he told me to do a thing, by Gosh! I’d do it.”

      “As men, we might very well take the advice given us, but as preachers we must stay here to do all we can for these Christian Indians. One thing more: will you help us?”

      “I reckon I’ll stay here to see the thing out,” answered Williamson Edwards made a mental note of the frontiersman’s evasive answer.

      Jim had, meanwhile, made the acquaintance of a young minister, John Christy by name, who had lost his sweetheart in one of the Chippewa raids, and had accompanied the Williamson expedition in the hope he might rescue her.

      “How long have you been out?” asked Jim.

      “About four weeks now,” answered Christy. “My betrothed was captured five weeks ago yesterday. I joined Williamson’s band, which made up at Short Creek to take the trail of the flying Chippewas, in the hope I might find her. But not a trace! The expedition fell upon a band of redskins over on the Walhonding, and killed nearly all of them. I learned from a wounded Indian that a renegade had made off with a white girl about a week previous. Perhaps it was poor Lucy.”

      Jim related the circumstances of his own capture by Jim Girty, the rescue of Nell, and Kate’s sad fate.

      “Could Jim Girty have gotten your girl?” inquired Jim, in conclusion.

      “It’s fairly probable. The description doesn’t tally with Girty’s. This renegade was short and heavy, and noted especially for his strength. Of course, an Indian would first speak of some such distinguishing feature. There are, however, ten or twelve renegades on the border, and, excepting Jim Girty, one’s as bad as another.”

      “Then it’s a common occurrence, this abducting girls from the settlements?”

      “Yes, and the strange thing is that one never hears of such doings until he gets out on the frontier.”

      “For that matter, you don’t hear much of anything, except of the wonderful richness and promise of the western country.”

      “You’re right. Rumors of fat, fertile lands induce the colonist to become a pioneer. He comes west with his family; two out of every ten lose their scalps, and in some places the average is much greater. The wives, daughters and children are carried off into captivity. I have been on the border two years, and know that the rescue of any captive, as Wetzel rescued your friend, is a remarkable exception.”

      “If you have so little hope of recovering your sweetheart, what then is your motive for accompanying this band of hunters?”

      “Revenge!”

      “And you are a preacher?” Jim’s voice did not disguise his astonishment.

      “I was a preacher, and now I am thirsting for vengeance,” answered Christy, his face clouding darkly. “Wait until you learn what frontier life means. You are young here yet; you are flushed with the success of your teaching; you have lived a short time in this quiet village, where, until the last few days, all has been serene. You know nothing of the strife, of the necessity of fighting, of the cruelty which makes up this border existence. Only two years have hardened me so that I actually pant for the blood of the renegade who has robbed me. A frontiersman must take his choice of succumbing or cutting his way through flesh and bone. Blood will be spilled; if not yours, then your foe’s. The pioneers run from the plow to the fight; they halt in the cutting of corn to defend themselves, and in winter must battle against cold and hardship, which would be less cruel if there was time in summer to prepare for winter, for the savages leave them hardly an opportunity to plant crops. How many pioneers have given up, and gone back east? Find me any who would not return home tomorrow, if they could. All that brings them out here is the chance for a home, and all that keeps them out here is the poor hope of finally attaining their object. Always there is a possibility of future prosperity. But this generation, if it survives, will never see prosperity and happiness. What does this border life engender in a pioneer who holds his own in it? Of all things, not Christianity. He becomes a fighter, keen as the redskin who steals through the coverts.”

      * * * *

      The serene days of the Village of Peace had passed into history. Soon that depraved vagabond, the French trader, with cheap trinkets and vile whisky, made his appearance. This was all that was needed to inflame the visitors. Where they had been only bold and impudent, they became insulting and abusive. They execrated the Christian indians for their neutrality; scorned them for worshiping this unknown God, and denounced a religion which made women of strong men.

      The slaughtering of cattle commenced; the despoiling of maize fields, and robbing of corn-cribs began with the drunkenness.

      All this time it was seen that Girty and Elliott consulted often with Pipe and Half King. The latter was the only Huron chief opposed to neutrality toward the Village of Peace, and he was, if possible, more fierce in his hatred than Pipe. The future of the Christian settlement rested with these two chiefs. Girty and Elliott, evidently, were the designing schemers, and they worked diligently on the passions of these simple-minded, but fierce, warlike chiefs.

      Greatly to the relief of the distracted missionaries, Heckewelder returned to the village. Jaded and haggard, he presented a travel-worn appearance. He made the astonishing assertions that he had been thrice waylaid and assaulted on his way to Goshocking; then detained by a roving band of Chippewas, and soon after his arrival at their camping ground a renegade had run off with a white woman captive, while the Indians west of the village were in an uproar. Zeisberger, however, was safe in the Moravian town of Salem, some miles west of Goshocking. Heckewelder had expected to find the same condition of affairs as existed in the Village of Peace; but he was bewildered by the great array of hostile Indians. Chiefs who had once extended friendly hands to him, now drew back coldly, as they said:

      “Washington is dead. The American armies are cut to pieces. The few thousands who had escaped the British are collecting at Fort Pitt to steal the Indian’s land.”

      Heckewelder vigorously denied all these assertions, knowing they had been invented by Girty and Elliott. He exhausted all his skill and patience in the vain endeavor to show Pipe where he was wrong. Half King had been so well coached by the renegades that he refused to listen. The other chiefs maintained a cold reserve that was baffling and exasperating. Wingenund took no active part in the councils; but his presence apparently denoted that he had sided with the others. The outlook was altogether discouraging.

      “I’m completely fagged out,” declared Heckewelder, that night when he returned to Edwards’ cabin. He dropped into a chair as one whose strength is entirely spent, whose indomitable spirit has at last been broken.

      “Lie down to rest,” said Edwards.

      “Oh, I can’t. Matters look so black.”

      “You’re tired out and discouraged. You’ll feel better tomorrow. The situation is not, perhaps, so hopeless. The presence of these frontiersmen should encourage us.”

      “What will


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