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Bert Foster + +This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with +almost no restrictions whatsoever. You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org + + +Title: With Ethan Allen at Ticonderoga + +Author: W. Bert Foster + +Illustrator: F. A. Carter + +Release Date: January 13, 2010 [EBook #30952] + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1 + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK WITH ETHAN ALLEN AT TICONDEROGA *** + + + + +Produced by Roger Frank, D Alexander and the Online +Distributed Proofreading Team at https://www.pgdp.net + + + + + + +</pre> + + + +<div class='titlepage'> +<p class='tac fs18 mt30 mb40'><i>With</i><br />ETHAN ALLEN<br /><i>at</i><br />TICONDEROGA</p> +<p class='mb30'><i>by</i><br /> +<span class='fsl'>W. Bert Foster</span><br /> +<i>Author of</i><br /> +<span class='fsl'>“With Washington<br />at Valley Forge” etc.</span></p> +<p class='fss mb40'>Illustrated<br /> +by<br /> +<span class='fsl'>F. A. Carter</span></p> +<p class='mb30'><span class='fsl'>THE PENN<br />PUBLISHING COMPANY</span><br /> +PHILADELPHIA<br /> +M  C  M  IV</p> +</div> + +<hr class='pb' /> + +<div class='titlepage'> +<hr class='tb10' /> +<p>C<span class='fss'>OPYRIGHT</span> 1903 <span class='fss'>BY</span> T<span class='fss'>HE</span> P<span class='fss'>ENN</span> P<span class='fss'>UBLISHING</span> C<span class='fss'>OMPANY</span></p> +<hr class='tb10' /> +<p class='mt20'>With Ethan Allen at Ticonderoga</p> +</div> + +<hr class='pb' /> + +<div class='figcenter'> <img src='images/i003.jpg' id="img001" alt='' /> <p class='center caption sc'> “F<span class='fss'>ORWARD</span>!” H<span class='fss'>E</span> S<span class='fss'>HOUTED</span></p></div><!-- figure --> + +<hr class='pb' /> + +<div class='toc'> +<table summary='TOC'> +<tr><td colspan='3' class='tac fs16'>Contents</td></tr> +<tr><td><span class='tcol1 fss'>CHAP.</span></td><td><span class='tcol3 fss'>PAGE</span></td></tr> +<tr><td class='tcol1'><a href='#link_0'>I</a></td><td class='tcol2'>A Boy of the Wilderness</td><td class='tcol3'>5</td></tr> +<tr><td class='tcol1'><a href='#link_1'>II</a></td><td class='tcol2'>Enoch Harding Feels Himself a Man</td><td class='tcol3'>19</td></tr> +<tr><td class='tcol1'><a href='#link_2'>III</a></td><td class='tcol2'>The Ambush</td><td class='tcol3'>31</td></tr> +<tr><td class='tcol1'><a href='#link_3'>IV</a></td><td class='tcol2'>’Siah Bolderwood’s Stratagem</td><td class='tcol3'>45</td></tr> +<tr><td class='tcol1'><a href='#link_4'>V</a></td><td class='tcol2'>The Pioneer Home</td><td class='tcol3'>60</td></tr> +<tr><td class='tcol1'><a href='#link_5'>VI</a></td><td class='tcol2'>The Stump Burning</td><td class='tcol3'>76</td></tr> +<tr><td class='tcol1'><a href='#link_6'>VII</a></td><td class='tcol2'>A Night Attack</td><td class='tcol3'>94</td></tr> +<tr><td class='tcol1'><a href='#link_7'>VIII</a></td><td class='tcol2'>The Traitor’s Way</td><td class='tcol3'>107</td></tr> +<tr><td class='tcol1'><a href='#link_8'>IX</a></td><td class='tcol2'>The Otter Creek Raid</td><td class='tcol3'>127</td></tr> +<tr><td class='tcol1'><a href='#link_9'>X</a></td><td class='tcol2'>The Warning</td><td class='tcol3'>139</td></tr> +<tr><td class='tcol1'><a href='#link_10'>XI</a></td><td class='tcol2'>An Unequal Battle</td><td class='tcol3'>160</td></tr> +<tr><td class='tcol1'><a href='#link_11'>XII</a></td><td class='tcol2'>Backwoods Justice</td><td class='tcol3'>174</td></tr> +<tr><td class='tcol1'><a href='#link_12'>XIII</a></td><td class='tcol2'>The Wolf Pack</td><td class='tcol3'>191</td></tr> +<tr><td class='tcol1'><a href='#link_13'>XIV</a></td><td class='tcol2'>The Testimony of Crow Wing</td><td class='tcol3'>208</td></tr> +<tr><td class='tcol1'><a href='#link_14'>XV</a></td><td class='tcol2'>The Storm Cloud Gathers</td><td class='tcol3'>220</td></tr> +<tr><td class='tcol1'><a href='#link_15'>XVI</a></td><td class='tcol2'>The Westminster Massacre</td><td class='tcol3'>236</td></tr> +<tr><td class='tcol1'><a href='#link_16'>XVII</a></td><td class='tcol2'>The Cloven Hoof</td><td class='tcol3'>251</td></tr> +<tr><td class='tcol1'><a href='#link_17'>XVIII</a></td><td class='tcol2'>“The Cross of Fire”</td><td class='tcol3'>270</td></tr> +<tr><td class='tcol1'><a href='#link_18'>XIX</a></td><td class='tcol2'>The Rising of the Clans</td><td class='tcol3'>284</td></tr> +<tr><td class='tcol1'><a href='#link_19'>XX</a></td><td class='tcol2'>The Rival Commanders</td><td class='tcol3'>298</td></tr> +<tr><td class='tcol1'><a href='#link_20'>XXI</a></td><td class='tcol2'>The Escape of the Spy</td><td class='tcol3'>313</td></tr> +<tr><td class='tcol1'><a href='#link_21'>XXII</a></td><td class='tcol2'>The End of Simon Halpen</td><td class='tcol3'>330</td></tr> +<tr><td class='tcol1'><a href='#link_22'>XXIII</a></td><td class='tcol2'>The Dawn of the Tenth of May</td><td class='tcol3'>343</td></tr> +<tr><td class='tcol1'><a href='#link_23'>XXIV</a></td><td class='tcol2'>The Guns of Old Ti Speak</td><td class='tcol3'>355</td></tr> +<tr><td colspan='3' style='text-align:center; font-size:1.2em;'></td></tr> +</table> +</div> + +<hr class='pb' /> + +<h1>WITH ETHAN ALLEN AT TICONDEROGA</h1> + +<h2><a id='link_0'></a>CHAPTER I<br /><span class='fss'>A BOY OF THE WILDERNESS</span></h2> + +<p>The forest was still. A calm lay upon its vast extent, from the +green-capped hills in the east to the noble river which, fed by the +streams so quietly meandering through the pleasantly wooded country, +found its way to the sea where the greatest city of the New World was +destined to stand. The clear, bell-like note of a waking bird startled +the morning hush. A doe and her fawn that had couched in a thicket +seemed roused to activity by this early matin and suddenly showered the +short turf with a dewy rain from the bushes which they disturbed as +they leaped away toward the “lick.” The gentle creatures +first slaked their thirst at the margin of the creek hard by and then +stood a moment with outstretched nostrils, snuffing the wind before +tasting the salt impregnated earth trampled as hard as adamant by a +thousand hoofs. The fawn dropped its muzzle quickly; but the mother, +not so well assured, snuffed again and yet again.</p> + +<p>In the wilderness, before the white man came, there were to be found +paths made by the wild folk going to and from their watering places and +feeding grounds, and paths made by the red hunter and warrior. Although +hundreds of deer traveled to this lick yearly, they had not originally +made the trail. It was an ancient Indian runaway, for the creek was +fordable near this point. The tribesmen had used it for generations +until it was worn almost knee-deep in the forest mould, but wide enough +only to be traveled in single file. Along this ancient trail, and +approaching the lick with infinite caution, came a boy of thirteen, +bearing a heavy rifle.</p> + +<p>Although so young, Enoch Harding was well built, and the play of his +hardened muscles was easily observed under his tight-fitting, homespun +garments. The circumstances of border life in the eighteenth century +molded hardy men and sturdy boys. His face was as brown as a berry and +his eyes clear and frankly open. The brown hair curled tightly above +his perspiring brow, from which his old otter-skin cap was thrust back. +His coming to the bank of the wide stream was attended with all the +care and silent observation of an Indian on the trail. He set his feet +so firmly and with such precision that not even the rustle of a leaf or +the crackling of a twig would have warned the sharpest ear of his +approach. The wind was in his favor, too, blowing from the creek toward +him. The doe, which he could not yet see but the patter of whose light +hoofs he had heard as she trotted with her fawn to the drinking place, +could not possibly have discovered his presence; yet she continued to +raise her muzzle at intervals and snuff the wind suspiciously.</p> + +<p>The dark aisles of the forest, as yet unillumined by the sun whose +crimson banners would soon be flung above the mountain-tops, seemed +deserted. In the distance the birds were beginning their morning song; +but here the shadow of the mountains lay heavy upon wood and stream and +the feathered choristers awoke more slowly. The two deer at the lick +and the boy who now, from behind the massive bole of a tree, surveyed +them, seemed the only living objects within view.</p> + +<p>Enoch raised his heavy rifle, resting the barrel against the tree +trunk, and drew bead at the doe’s side. He was chancing a long +shot, rather than taking the risk of approaching any nearer to the +animals. He had seen that the doe was suspicious and she might be off +in a flash into the thicker forest beyond unless he fired at once. Had +he been more experienced he would have wondered what had made the +creature suspicious, his own approach to the lick being quite evidently +undiscovered. But he thought only of getting a perfect sight and that +the larder at home was empty. And this last fact was sufficient to make +the boy’s aim certain, his principal care being to waste no +powder and to bring down his game with as little loss of time as might +be.</p> + +<p>The next moment the heavy muzzle-loading gun roared and the buckshot +sped on its mission. The mother deer gave a convulsive spring forward, +thus warning the poor fawn, which disappeared in the brush like a flash +of brown light. The doe dropped in a heap upon the sward and Enoch, +flushed with success, ran forward to view his prize. In so doing, +however, the boy forgot the first rule of the border ranger and hunter. +He did not reload his weapon.</p> + +<p>Stumbling over the widely spread roots of the great tree behind +which he had hidden, he reached the opening in the forest where the +tragedy had been enacted, and would have been on his knees beside the +dead deer in another instant had not an appalling sound stayed him. A +scream, the like of which once heard is never to be forgotten, thrilled +him to the marrow. He started back, casting his glance upward. There +was a rustling in the thick branches of the tree beneath which the doe +had fallen. Again the maddened scream rang out and a tawny body flashed +from concealment in the foliage.</p> + +<p>“A catamount!” Enoch shouted, and seeing the creature +fairly over his head in its flight through the air, he leaped away +toward the creek, his feet winged with fear. Of all the wild creatures +of the Northern wilderness this huge cat was most to be avoided. It +would not hesitate to attack man when hungry, and maddened and +disappointed as this one was, its charge could not be stayed. At the +instant when the beast was prepared to leap upon either the doe or her +fawn, Enoch’s shot had laid the one low and frightened the other +away. His appearance upon the scene attracted the attention of the cat +and had given it a new object of attack. Possibly the creature did not +even notice the fall of the deer, being now bent upon vengeance for the +loss of its prey, for which it had doubtless searched unsuccessfully +all the night through.</p> + +<p>The young hunter was in a desperate situation. His gun was empty and +the prospect of an encounter with the catamount would have quenched the +courage of the bravest. And to run from it was still more foolish, yet +this was the first thought which inspired him. The creek was beyond and +although the ford was some rods above the deer-lick, he thought to cast +himself into the stream and thus escape his enemy. The beast, +possessing that well-known trait of the feline tribe which causes it to +shrink from water, might not follow him into the creek.</p> + +<p>A long log, the end of which had caught upon the bank, swung its +length into the stream, forming a boom against which light drift-stuff +had gathered; the swift current foamed about the timber as though vexed +at this delay to its progress. Upon the tree Enoch leaped and ran to +the further extremity. His feet, shod in home-made moccasins of +deer-hide, did not slip on this insecure footing; but his weight on the +stranded log set it in motion. The timber began to swing off from the +shore and one terrified glance about him assured the boy that he was at +a most deep and dangerous part of the stream.</p> + +<p>Although so shallow above at the ford, the bed of the creek directly +below was of rock instead of gravel, and ragged boulders thrust +themselves up from the depths, causing many whirlpools which dimpled +the surface of the water. About the boulders the current tore, the +brown froth from the angry jaws of rock dancing lightly away upon the +waves. Although even with his clothing on he might have swum in a quiet +pool, to do so here would be almost impossible. The boy was between two +perils!</p> + +<p>He turned about in horror to escape the flood, and was in time to +see the huge cat gain the end of the log in a single bound as it was +torn from the shore by the current. There the beast crouched, less than +twenty feet away, lashing its tail and snarling menace at the victim of +its wrath. The situation was paralyzing. As for loading his rifle now, +the boy had not the strength to do it. The fascination of the +beast’s blazing eyes held him motionless, like a bird charmed by +the unwinking gaze of a black snake.</p> + +<p>And Enoch Harding knew, if he knew anything, that the beast would +not give him time to reload the clumsy gun. At his first movement it +would spring. And if he leaped into the water, it might follow him, +considering its present savage mood. He beheld its muscles, which +slipped so easily under the tawny skin, knotting themselves for a +spring. The forelegs were drawn up under the breast the curved, +sabre-sharp claws scratching the bark on the floating timber. In +another instant the fatal leap would be made.</p> + +<p>Never had the boy been in such danger. He did not utterly lose his +presence of mind; but he was helpless. What chance had he with an empty +gun before the savage brute? He seized the barrel in both hands and +raised the weapon above his head. It was too heavy for him to swing +with any ease, and being so would fall but lightly on the creature, did +he succeed in reaching it at all. He could not hope to stun the cat at +a single blow. And beside, the tree, rocking now like a water-logged +canoe, made his footing more and more insecure. In a moment it would be +among the boulders and at the first collision be overturned.</p> + +<p>But he could not drag his eyes from those of the catamount. With a +fierce snarl which ended in a thrilling scream, the brute cast itself +into the air! At the moment it rose, exposing its lighter colored +breast to view, a gun-shot shattered the silence of river and forest. +The spring of the cat was not stayed, but its yell again +changed–this time to a note of agony.</p> + +<p>“Jump, lad, jump!” shouted a voice and Enoch, as though +awaking from a dream, obeyed the command. He leaped sideways, and +landed upon a slippery rock, falling to his knees, yet securing a +hand-hold upon a protuberance. Nor did he lose hold of his gun with the +other hand.</p> + +<p>The body of the catamount landed just where he had stood; but then +rolled off the log and disappeared in the rushing stream, while the +timber itself crashed instantly into one of the larger boulders. Enoch +staggered to his feet, his hand bleeding and also his knee, where the +stocking had been torn away by the rock. The log swung broadside to the +current again, and seeing his chance, the boy ran along its length and +leaped from its end into comparatively shallow water under the +bank.</p> + +<p>His rescuer was at hand and dragged him, panting and exhausted, to +the shore, where he fell weakly on the turf, unable for a moment to +utter a word. The man who leaned over him was lean, as dark as an +Indian, and in a day when smoothly shaven features were the rule, his +face was marked by a tangled growth of iron-gray beard. His hair hung +to the fringed collar of his deerskin shirt, and straggled over his low +brow in careless locks, instead of being tightly drawn back and +fastened in a queue; and out of this wilderness of hair and beard +looked two eyes as sharp as the hawk’s.</p> + +<p>He was so tall that there was a slight stoop to his shoulders as +though, when he walked, he feared to collide with the branches of the +trees under which he passed. Erect, he must have lacked but a few +inches of seven feet and, possessing not an ounce of superfluous flesh +on his big bones, his appearance was not impressive. The deerskin +hunting shirt, worked in a curious pattern on the breast with red and +blue porcupine quills, fitted him tightly, as did his linsey-woolsey +breeches; and his thin shanks were covered with gray hose darned +clumsily in more than one place. He would have been selected at first +sight as a wood-ranger and hunter, and carried his long rifle with more +grace than he ever held plough or wielded reaping-hook.</p> + +<p>Indeed, Josiah Bolderwood was one of that strange class of white men +so frequently found during the pioneer era of our Eastern country. He +seemed to have been born, as he often said himself, with a gun in his +hands. His mother, lying on her couch behind the double wall of a +blockhouse in the Maine wilderness, loaded spare guns for her husband +and his comrades while they beat off the yelling redskins, when Josiah +was but a few days old. He was a ranger and trapper from the beginning. +He had slept under the canopy of the forest more often than in a bed +and beneath a roof made by men’s hands. From early youth he had +hunted all through the northern wilderness, and had been no more able +to tie himself to a farm, and earn his bread by tilling the soil, than +an Indian. Indeed, he was more of an Indian than a white man in habits, +tastes, and feelings; he lacked only that marvelous appreciation of +signs and sounds in the forest, in which the white can never hope to +equal the red man.</p> + +<p>“Lad, that was a near chance for you!” he said, when he +saw that Enoch was practically unhurt. “The Almighty surely +brought me to this lick jest right. I knowed you was here when I heard +the shot; but as your marm said you’d gone for a deer, I +didn’t s’pose you’d be huntin’ for catamounts, +too! Howsomever, somethin’ tol’ me ter run when I heard +your gun, an’ run I did.”</p> + +<p>“I didn’t shoot at the wild-cat, ’Siah,” +said the boy, getting upon his feet. “See yonder; there’s +the doe I knocked over. But the critter was after her, too, and it +madded him when I fired, I s’pose.”</p> + +<p>“And ye didn’t git your gun loaded again!” +exclaimed Bolderwood.</p> + +<p>His young friend blushed with shame. “I–I didn’t +think. I ran over to look at the doe, and the critter jumped at me +outer the tree. Then I got on the log and he follered +me―”</p> + +<p>“Jonas Harding’s boy’d oughter known better than +that,” declared the old ranger, with some vexation.</p> + +<p>“I know it, ’Siah. Poor father told me ’nough +times never to move outer my tracks till I had loaded again. An’ +I reckon this’ll be a lesson for me. I–I ain’t got +over it yet.”</p> + +<p>“Wal,” said Bolderwood, “while you git yer breath, +Nuck, I’ll flay that critter and hang her up. I’m in +somethin’ of a hurry this mornin’; but as the +widder’s needin’ the meat, we won’t leave the carcass +to the varmints.”</p> + +<p>“You’ve been to my house, ’Siah?” cried +Enoch, following him across the little glade.</p> + +<p>“Yes. Jest stopped there on my way down from Manchester. +That’s how I knew you was over here hunting.”</p> + +<p>“But if you’re in a hurry, leave me to do that,” +said the boy. “I’m all right now.”</p> + +<p>“You’re in as big a hurry as I be, Nuck,” returned +the ranger, with a grim smile. “I’m going to take you with +me over to Mr. James Breckenridge’s. Ev’ry gun we kin git +may count to-day, lad.”</p> + +<p>“Did mother say I could go, ’Siah?” cried the +youngster, with undoubted satisfaction in his voice. +“You’re the best man that I know to get her to say +‘yes’!”</p> + +<p>Bolderwood looked up from his work with much gravity. “This +ain’t no funnin’ we’re goin’ on, Nuck. +It’s serious business. You kin shoot straight, an’ +that’s why I begged for ye. This may be the most turrible day you +ever seen, my lad, for the day on which a man or boy sees bloodshed for +the fust time, is a mem’ry that he takes with him to the +grave.”</p> + +<hr class='pb' /> + +<h2><a id='link_1'></a>CHAPTER II<br /><span class='fss'>ENOCH HARDING FEELS HIMSELF A MAN</span></h2> + +<p>Although Enoch Harding had not grasped the serious nature of the +matter which the ranger’s words suggested, there was something he +had realized, however, and this thought sent the blood coursing through +his veins with more than wonted vigor and his eyes sparkled. He was a +man. He was to play a man’s part on this day and the +neighbors–even the old ranger who had stood his friend on so many +occasions already–recognized him as the head of the family.</p> + +<p>Bolderwood saw this thought expressed in his face and without +desiring to “take him down” and humble his pride, wished to +show him the serious side of the situation. To this end he spoke upon +another subject, beginning: “D’ye remember where we be, +Nuck? ’Member this place? Seems strange that you sh’d have +such a caper here with that catamount after what happened only last +spring, doesn’t it?” He glanced keenly at young Harding and +saw that his words had at once the desired effect. Enoch stood up, the +skinning-knife in his hand, and looked over the little glade. In a +moment his brown eyes filled with tears, which rolled unchastened down +his smooth cheeks.</p> + +<p>“Aye, Nuck, a sorry day for you an’ yourn when Jonas +Harding met his death here. And a sorry day was it for me, too, lad. I +loved him like a brother. He an’ I, Nuck, trapped this neck of +woods together before the settlement was started. We knew how rich the +land was and naught but the wars with the redskins an’ them +French kept us from comin’ here long before the Robinsons. Jonas +wouldn’t come ’less it was safe to bring your mother +an’ you–an’ he was right. There’s little good +in a man’s roamin’ the world without a wife an’ +fireside ter tie to. I was sayin’ the same to neighbor Allen last +week, an’ he agreed–though he’s wuss off than me, for +he has a family back in Litchfield an’ is under anxiety all the +time to bring them here, if the Yorkers but leave us in peace. As for +me–well, a tough old knot like me ain’t fit to marry +an’ settle down. I’m wuss nor an Injin.”</p> + +<p>It is doubtful if the boy heard half this monologue. He stood with +thoughtful mien and his eyes were still wet when Bolderwood’s +words finally aroused him. “Do you know, Nuck, there’s many +a time I stop at this ford and think of your father’s death? +There’s things about it I’ll never understand, I +reckon.”</p> + +<p>Enoch Harding started and flashed a quick glance at his friend. +“What things?” he asked.</p> + +<p>“Well, lad, mainly that Jonas Harding, who was as quick on the +trail and as good a woodsman as myself, should be worsted by a mad +buck; it seems downright impossible, Nuck.”</p> + +<p>“I know. But there could be no mistake about it, ’Siah. +There were the hoof-marks–and there was no bullet wound on the +body, only those gashes made by the critter’s horns. Simon +Halpen―”</p> + +<p>Bolderwood raised his hand quickly. “Nay, lad! don’t +utter evil even about that Yorker. We all know he was anigh here when +your father died. He was seen at Bennington the night before, and later +crossed James Breckenridge’s farm on his way to Albany. Black +enemy as he is to you and yourn, there’s naught to be gained by +accusing him of Jonas’ death. It would be impossible. There was +not, as you say, a bullet wound upon your father’s body. There +was not a mark of man’s footstep near the lick here but your +father’s own. How else, then, could he have been killed but by +the charge of the buck?”</p> + +<p>“You say yourself that father was far too sharp to so be taken +by surprise,” muttered the boy.</p> + +<p>“Aye–that is so. But the facts are there, lad. I +s’arched the ground over–I headed the band of scouts who +found him–remember that! Nobody had been near the lick but Jonas. +There wasn’t a footmark for rods around. Even an Injin +couldn’t have got near enough to strike Jonas down with his +gun-butt―”</p> + +<p>“You believe that wound on his head, then, was made by no +deer’s antler?” exclaimed Enoch, eagerly.</p> + +<p>“Tut, tut! You jump too quick,” said Bolderwood, turning +his face away. “That’s never well. Allus look b’fore +ye leap, Nuck. My ’pinion be that your father struck his head on +a stone in falling―”</p> + +<p>“Where is there a stone here?” demanded the boy, with a +speaking gesture of his disengaged hand. “I saw that deep wound +in father’s skull. I never believed a buck did that.”</p> + +<p>“And yet there was naught but the prints of the buck’s +hoofs in the soil here–be sure of that. The ground was trampled +all about as though the fight had been desp’rate–as indeed +it must have been.”</p> + +<p>“But that blow on the head?” reiterated Enoch.</p> + +<p>“Ah, lad, I can’t understand that. The wound certainly +was mainly like a blow from a gun-stock,” admitted +Bolderwood.</p> + +<p>“Then Simon Halpen compassed his death–I am sure of +it!” cried the boy. “You well know how he hated father. +Halpen would never forget the beech-sealing he got last fall. He +threatened to be terribly revenged on us; and Bryce and I heard him +threaten father, too, when he fought him upon the crick bank and father +tossed the Yorker into the middle of the stream.”</p> + +<p>Bolderwood chuckled. “Simon as well might tackle Ethan Allen +himself as to have wrastled with Jonas,” he said.... “But +we must hurry, lad. We have work–and perhaps serious +work–before us this day. It may be the battle of our lives; we +may l’arn to-day whether we are to be free people here in +Bennington, or are to be driven out like sheep at the command of a +flunkey under a royal person who lives so far across the sea that he +knows naught of, nor cares naught for us.”</p> + +<p>“You talk desp’rately against the King, Mr. +Bolderwood!” exclaimed Enoch, looking askance at his +companion.</p> + +<p>“Nay–what is the King to me?” demanded the ranger, +in disgust. “He would be lost in these woods, I warrant. +We’re free people over here; why should we bother our heads about +kings and parliament? They are no good to us.”</p> + +<p>“You talk more boldly than Mr. Ethan Allen,” said the +boy. “He was at our house once to talk with father. Father said +he was a master bold man and feared neither the King nor the +people.”</p> + +<p>“And no man need fear either if he fear God,” declared +the ranger, simply. “We are only seeing the beginnings of great +trouble, Nuck. We may do battle to Yorkers now; perhaps we shall one +day have to fight the King’s men for our farms and housel-stuff. +The Governor of New York is a powerful man and is friendly to men high +in the King’s councils, they say. This Sheriff Ten Eyck may bring +real soldiers against us some day.”</p> + +<p>“You don’t believe that, ’Siah?” cried the +boy.</p> + +<p>“Indeed and I do, lad,” returned the ranger, rising now +with the carcass of the doe flayed and ready for hanging up.</p> + +<p>“But we’ll fight for our lands!” cried Enoch. +“My father fought Simon Halpen for our farm. I’ll fight +him, too, if he comes here and tries to take it, now father is +dead.”</p> + +<p>“Mayhap this day’s work will settle it for all time, +Nuck,” said the ranger, hopefully. “But do you shin up that +sapling yonder, and bend it down. We wanter hang this carcass where no +varmit–not even a catamount–can git it.”</p> + +<p>The boy did as he was bade and soon the fruit of Enoch +Harding’s early morning adventure was hanging from the top of a +young tree, too small to be climbed by any wild-cat and far enough from +the ground to be out of reach of the wolves and foxes. “Now +we’ll git right out o’ here, lad,” Bolderwood said, +picking up his rifle and starting for the ford. “We’ve got +to hurry,” and Enoch, nothing loath, followed him across the +creek and into the forest on the other bank.</p> + +<p>“Do you r’ally think there’ll be fightin’, +Master Bolderwood?” he asked.</p> + +<p>“I hope God’ll forbid that,” responded the ranger, +with due reverence. “But if the Yorkers expect ter walk in +an’ take our farms the way this sheriff wants ter take Master +Breckenridge’s, we’ll show ’em +diff’rent!” He increased his stride and Enoch had such +difficulty in keeping up with his long-legged companion that he had no +breath for rejoinder and they went on in silence.</p> + +<p>The controversy between the New York colony and the settlers of the +Hampshire Grants who had bought their farms of Governor Benning +Wentworth, of New Hampshire, was a very important incident of the +pre-Revolutionary period. The not always bloodless battles over the +Disputed Ground arose from the claim of New York that the old patent of +King Charles to the Duke of York, giving to him all the territory lying +between the Connecticut River on the east and Delaware Bay on the west, +was still valid north of the Massachusetts line.</p> + +<p>In 1740 King George II had declared “that the northern +boundary of Massachusetts be a similar curved line, pursuing the course +of the Merrimac River at three miles distant on the north side thereof, +beginning at the Atlantic Ocean and ending at a point due north of a +place called Pawtucket Falls, and by a straight line from thence due +west till it meets with his Majesty’s other governments.” +Nine years later Governor Wentworth made the claim that, because of +this established boundary between Massachusetts and New Hampshire, the +latter’s western boundary was the same as +Massachusetts’–a line parallel with and twenty miles from +the Hudson River–and he informed Governor Clinton, of New York, +that he should grant lands to settlers as far west as this twenty-mile +line. Therewith he granted to William Williams and sixty-one others the +township of Bennington (named in his honor) and it was surveyed in +October of that same year. But the outbreak of the French and Indian +troubles made the occupation of this exposed territory impossible until +1761, when there came into the rich and fertile country lying about +what is now the town of Bennington, several families of settlers from +Hardwick, Mass., in all numbering about twenty souls.</p> + +<p>But there had been an earlier survey of the territory along +Walloomscoik Creek under the old Dutch patent and in 1765 Captain +Campbell, under instructions from the New York colony, attempted to +resurvey this old grant. He came to the land of Samuel Robinson who, +with his neighbors, drove the Yorkers off. For this Robinson and two +others were carried to Albany where they were confined in the jail for +some weeks and afterward fined for “rioting.” At once the +settlers, who had increased greatly since ’61, saw that they must +present their case before the King if they would have justice rendered +them; so Captain Robinson went to England to represent their side of +the matter. Unfortunately he died there before completing his work.</p> + +<p>On the part of the governors of New Hampshire and New York it was +merely a land speculation, and both officials were after the fees +accruing from granting the lands; whereas the settlers who had gone +upon the farms, and established their families and risked their little +all in the undertaking, bore the brunt of the fight. The speculators +and the men they desired to place on the farms of the New Hampshire +grantees, hovered along the Twenty-Mile Line, and occasionally made +sorties upon the more unprotected farmers, despite the fact that the +King had instructed the Governor of New York to make no further grants +until the rights of the controversy should be plainly established. This +settled determination of the New York authorities to drive them out +convinced the men of the Grants that they must combine to defend their +homes and when, early in July, 1771, news came from Albany that Sheriff +Ten Eyck with a large party of armed men was intending to march to +James Breckenridge’s farm and seize it in the name of the New +York government, the people of Bennington in town-meeting assembled +determined to defend their townsman’s rights.</p> + +<p>Sheriff Ten Eyck started from Albany on the 18th of July with more +than 300 men and at once the settlers began to gather near the +threatened farmstead. ’Siah Bolderwood having no farm of his own, +was sent through the country raising men and guns for the defense of +the Breckenridge place. On his way back he had stopped for Enoch +Harding and learning that the boy had gone hunting before daybreak, the +ranger followed him, arriving at the deer-lick in time to render +important assistance in the dramatic scene just pictured. After +crossing the creek at the spot where the boy’s father had met his +frightful and mysterious death a few months before, the two volunteers, +while still the day was new, reached the place of the settlers’ +gathering.</p> + +<hr class='pb' /> <h2><a id='link_2'></a>CHAPTER III<br /><span +class='fss'>THE AMBUSH</span></h2> + +<p>The house of James Breckenridge was built at the foot of a slight +ridge of land running east and west, which ridge was heavily wooded. It +was only a mile from the Twenty-Mile Line and therefore particularly +open to attack by the New York authorities. Once before had an attempt +been made by the grasping land speculators of the sister colony to oust +its rightful owner, but at that time naught but a wordy controversy had +ensued, whereas the present attack bade fair to be more serious. +Breckenridge had sent his family to the settlement in expectation of +this trouble, while he and his neighbors made ready to meet the sheriff +and his army. Some of the Bennington men had arrived at the farm the +evening before when news went forth that the invaders were only seven +miles away, at Sancock. But the greater number of the defenders came, +as did ’Siah Bolderwood and young Enoch Harding, soon after +sun-up.</p> + +<p>This gathering of Grants men was a memorable one. Heretofore, the +clashes with the Yorkers had been little more than skirmishes in which +half a dozen or a dozen men on both sides had taken part. Ethan Allen, +Seth Warner, Remember Baker, and others of the more venturesome +spirits, had seized some of the land-grabbers and their tools, and +delivered upon their bared backs more strokes of “the twigs of +the wilderness,” as Allen called the blue beech rods, than the +unhappy Yorkers thus treated would forget in many a day.</p> + +<p>Ethan Allen was not as long in the settlement as many of the other +men about him; but he was a born leader, and entering heart and soul +into the cause of the Grants was soon acknowledged the most fiery +spirit among the settlers. He was born in Litchfield, Conn., January +10, 1737, and probably came to the Hampshire Grants some time in +’69. Although but thirty-four years old at this time he carried +his point in most arguments regarding the well-being of the settlers, +and the Green Mountain boys, as his followers came to be called, fairly +worshipped him. He was singularly handsome, with ruddy face, a ready +wit, bold, unpolished, brave and almost a giant in size, for though not +so tall as Seth Warner he was a much heavier and broader man.</p> + +<p>With this company of armed men, too, was Remember Baker and his +flint-lock musket, which seldom left his side waking or sleeping. Baker +was the best shot on the northern border and performed feats of +marksmanship with this musket that could scarce be equaled by any of +our famous marksmen to-day with their improved weapons. Like the +stories told of Robin Hood and his cloth-yard shafts, Baker could split +a wand with a bullet and always filed the flint on his musket to a +sharp point.</p> + +<p>Other men there were in this early morning assembly destined to be +heard from later in the affairs of the struggling community, but none +so filled young Enoch Harding’s eye as did these two. Remember +Baker lived not far from the Harding farm and Enoch often went there to +visit young Robert Baker, or had Robert to stay all night with him at +his home. But Enoch’s closest boy friend was James +Breckenridge’s nephew, Lot, who was two years young +Harding’s senior and bore arms on this morning with the older +youths and men. At once when the two spied each other they found +opportunity to step aside and hold such confidences as boys are wont. +Yet they were so excited by the prospect of the forthcoming battle with +the Yorkers that even Nuck’s adventure with the catamount was +lightly passed over.</p> + +<p>Meanwhile the settlers were divided into several bands, each +captained by an efficient officer who, as ’Siah Bolderwood +expressed it, “had snuffed powder.” Bolderwood himself was +given command of the larger number and arranged his men along the top +of the ridge behind the house, where they would be concealed by the +brush but could draw bead upon any person passing along the road or +approaching the farmhouse. One hundred and twenty under a second leader +were hidden beside the road while eighteen and an officer were +stationed inside the house itself.</p> + +<p>These arrangements had scarce been made when a figure was descried +approaching at top speed. It was a messenger to warn the settlers of +the coming of the enemy. “Run down to the house, Nuck,” +commanded ’Siah, “and get the news for me. Keep your heads +down, lads! Let them Yorkers when they come, think there ain’t +nobody to home!”</p> + +<p>Enoch crept through the brush and descended the slope, appearing +before the house just as the runner reached it. Coming so suddenly from +behind the dwelling Enoch startled the newcomer, who sprang back and +placed his hand on the hunting knife at his belt. Then, with a +contemptuous grunt, the messenger passed Enoch by and lifted the +latch-string which had been left hanging out. Enoch followed him into +the Breckenridge house.</p> + +<p>The runner was a tall Indian lad with a keen face and coal-black +eyes and hair. Enoch knew him, for his people had camped for several +years near the Harding place. But Jonas Harding had had that contempt +for the red race which characterized many of the pioneer people and was +the foundation for more than half the trouble between the whites and +reds; and he had often expressed this contempt before young Crow Wing, +who was a chief’s son although his tribe was scattered and +decimated by disease. Crow Wing had hated Enoch’s father for his +taunts and unkind words, and now that the elder Harding was dead the +young Indian considered his son cast in the same mould and worthy of +the same hatred which he had borne Jonas. Naturally Enoch would have +shared his parent’s contempt for the Indians; but ’Siah +Bolderwood, although he had camped, hunted and fought with +Enoch’s father for so many years, did not share the +latter’s opinion of the Indian character, and from him Enoch had +imbibed many ideas of late which changed his opinion of the red men. +There was a time, however, when the white boy had ridiculed Crow Wing +and the latter had not forgotten.</p> + +<p>Enoch watched him now with admiration. The young brave had run for +several miles, having been sent out toward Sancock by one of the +settlers for whom he sometimes worked, but he breathed as easily as +though he had walked instead of run. When one of the men in the +Breckenridge kitchen spoke to him he answered in a perfectly even voice +which showed no tremor of fatigue.</p> + +<p>“Him sheriff march now,” he said. “Mebbe +t’ink um t’ree mile off.”</p> + +<p>“Where did you leave them?” asked the man in command of +the house. The Indian youth told him. “And how many are there, +Crow Wing?” asked another.</p> + +<p>“Many–many!” cried the Indian, his eyes flashing. +He held up both hands and spread all his ten fingers rapidly seven +times. “Seventy!” cried one of the white men. “He +means seven hundred,” declared the leader. “That so, Crow +Wing, eh?”</p> + +<p>The Indian nodded. “Many white men–many guns,” he +said.</p> + +<p>“It’s not true,” growled one man. “You +can’t believe anything an Injin says. Where would the New York +sheriff get seven hundred men?”</p> + +<p>Crow Wing’s eyes flashed and he drew himself up proudly. +“Me no lie–me speak true. Injin not two-tongue like white +man!” he declared, with scorn, and turning his back on his +traducer, stalked out of the house.</p> + +<p>The settlers, however, paid little attention to his departure. Enoch +scuttled back to the ridge where ’Siah was waiting to hear the +news. There he lay down beside Lot Breckenridge and the two boys talked +earnestly as the men about them smoked or chatted while waiting for the +coming of the Yorkers. Seven hundred seemed a great number to oppose. +The odds would be more than two to one. Despite the ambush which had +been so carefully laid for them, the sheriff and his men might fight as +desperately as the settlers themselves.</p> + +<p>“Tell ye what!” whispered Lot to Enoch, “I +ain’t fixin’ to git shot. Marm didn’t want Uncle Jim +to let me come, but he said ev’ry gun’d count this +mornin’, so she ’lowed I’d hafter. But she says if I +git shot she’ll larrup me well.”</p> + +<p>Enoch chuckled. Although Lot was his senior he was more of a child +than young Harding. The experiences of the last few months had aged +Enoch a good deal. “My mother won’t whip me if I git shot; +but I mustn’t run into danger, for she wouldn’t know what +to do without me,” he said, proudly. “Bryce ain’t +much use yet, you know.”</p> + +<p>“Zuckers!” exclaimed Lot, “I wisht my marm was +like yourn. I ain’t got no father neither; but Uncle Jim +don’t let me do nothin’, an’ marm’s allus +wearin’ out a beech twig on me.”</p> + +<p>“Guess you do somethin’ for it,” said Enoch, +wisely.</p> + +<p>“She’d do it jest th’ same if I +didn’t,” declared Lot, yet with perfect good-nature, as +though the Widow Breckenridge’s vigorous applications of the +beech wand was a part of existence not to be escaped. +“Gran’pap says I might’s well be hung for an ole +sheep as a lamb, so in course I do somethin’ for +it–mostly.”</p> + +<p>“If the Yorkers fight we’ll hafter stay right here and +shoot like the men,” said Nuck, reflectively. “It’ll +be like the Injin fights my father and ’Siah were in. I +s’pose we’ll take trees, an’ scatter out so’t +the Yorkers can’t git up around us here―”</p> + +<p>“An’ we’ll raise the warwhoop an’ shoot jest +as fast as we kin!” exclaimed Lot, excitedly. “Crow Wing +taught me the warwhoop last year. An’ I know how to scalp, +too.”</p> + +<p>“Oh, I wouldn’t do that!” exclaimed Enoch, in +horror.</p> + +<p>“Umph! Yorkers ain’t no better’n Injins, an’ +I’d scalp an Injin,” declared Lot, blood-thirstily.</p> + +<p>“I wouldn’t. My father never did that, an’ he was +in the war. He said that was why the Injins warn’t no +better’n brute-beasts, an’ didn’t have no +souls–’cause they scalped their enemies.”</p> + +<p>“Be still there, you youngsters!” growled ’Siah, +coming down the line. “If you want to be men, l’arn to keep +yer tongues quiet. Voices carry far on a day like this. What’d +they say down ter the house, Nuck, ’bout the signal?”</p> + +<p>“When they want help, or want us to sail into ’em, +they’re goin’ to raise a red flag through the +chimbley,” replied the boy.</p> + +<p>“Wal, I’m hopin’ they won’t fight,” +said the ranger, squinting along the road below the ridge.</p> + +<p>“Oh, I wanter see a fight–zuckers, I do!” +exclaimed Lot.</p> + +<p>“Be still, you bloodthirsty young savage!” commanded +’Siah. “You wanter shoot down men of your own color, do ye? +Beech-sealin’ an’ duckin’ is all right; but +it’s an awful thing to draw bead on another white man, as +ye’ll l’arn some day.”</p> + +<p>“But you fought the Frenchmen with the Injins,” declared +Lot.</p> + +<p>“Huh! Them’s only half-bred. Frenchmen ain’t no +more’n savages,” said ’Siah, gloomily.</p> + +<p>An hour passed–a long, long time to the excited boys. Then, +far down the winding road quite a piece of which they could observe +from the summit of the wooded ridge, was seen the sudden glint of +sunlight on metal. “They’re coming!” the message went +round and the settlers in ambush crouched more closely behind their +screens and even the hearts of old Indian fighters beat faster at the +nearing prospect of an engagement. James Breckenridge, Ethan Allen, and +several others advanced slowly from the direction of the house to the +bridge across which the Yorkers must pass. Sheriff Ten Eyck spurred +forward with his personal staff to meet them. With him came the +infamous John Munro who, as a justice of the peace under commission +from New York, was such a thorn in the flesh of the settlers. The +sheriff was a very pompous Dutchman who believed without question in +the validity of New York’s jurisdiction over the Grants, and who, +despite his bombastic manner, was personally no coward.</p> + +<p>“Master Breckenridge,” he said to the man whom he had +come to evict from his home, “we have heard that you and your +neighbors are armed to oppose the authority vested in me by His Most +Gracious Majesty’s colony of New York. If there be blood shed +this day, it will be upon your head, for I here command you to leave +this neighborhood and give over the possession of this land to its +rightful owners.”</p> + +<p>“I cannot do that, Master Sheriff,” said Breckenridge, +quietly. “As for blood being upon my head for this day’s +work, you can see that I am unarmed,” and he spread his hands +widely. “Besides, I have nothing to do with this grant at the +present time. The township of Bennington has taken the farm upon its +own hands, and it will oppose your entrance with armed resistance. I +have nothing to do with it.”</p> + +<div class='figcenter'> <img src='images/i044.jpg' id="img002" alt='' /> <p class='center caption sc'> “I C<span class='fss'>OMMAND</span> Y<span class='fss'>OU TO</span> L<span class='fss'>EAVE</span> T<span class='fss'>HIS</span> N<span class='fss'>EIGHBORHOOD</span>” </p></div><!-- figure --> + +<p>“What is the township of Bennington?” demanded Ten Eyck. +“This land belongs to the colony of New York under the crown. +There is no town of Bennington. What legal rights have a parcel of +squatters to this territory?”</p> + +<p>Then Allen spoke. “The gods of the valleys are not the gods of +the hills, Sir Sheriff. You on the other side of the Twenty-Mile Line +may acknowledge the Governor of New York as your master; we on this +side are a free people. We have bought our lands from the government to +which they were granted by the King, and you shall not drive us from +them!”</p> + +<p>The colloquy ended and the settlers went back toward the house. +After the main body of his army came up, and their numbers seemed quite +as formidable as Crow Wing had reported, the sheriff pressed forward +across the bridge and approached the Breckenridge dwelling. Every +settler had disappeared by now and even those inside the house were +still. Neither the sheriff nor his men suspected that quite three +hundred guns were turned upon them and that, at the first fire, the +carnage would be terrible.</p> + +<p>“Open in the name of the law!” exclaimed Ten Eyck, +thundering at the stout oak door of the house. “I demand +admittance and that all within come peaceably forth. Open, or I shall +break down the door!”</p> + +<p>There was silence for a moment, and then a voice said clearly from +within: “Attempt it and you are a dead man!”</p> + +<p>The reply angered the doughty sheriff. He was being flouted and the +majesty of the law scorned. That was more than he could quietly bear. +“Come out and deliver up your arms in the name o’ the +King!” he cried. “Ye rebels! I’ll take the last of ye +to Albany jail if ye do not surrender!”</p> + +<p>At this a chorus of derisive groans issued from behind the barred +door and shutters, and these sounds were echoed by other groans from +the men in ambush, until the very forest itself seemed deriding the +Yorkers. The knowledge that he and his men had fallen into a trap did +not balk the sheriff; his rage rose to white heat and calling for an +axe he advanced to the attack. The moment was freighted with peril. If +the Yorkers attacked the house a withering fire would spring from the +guns in the bushes and on the ridge and blood would flow in plenty in +that heretofore peaceful vale of the northern forest.</p> + +<hr class='pb' /> <h2><a id='link_3'></a>CHAPTER IV<br /><span +class='fss'>’SIAH BOLDERWOOD’S STRATAGEM</span></h2> + +<p>Sheriff Ten Eyck was a man of determination and although he had +before tested the mettle of the Grants men, he felt a burden of +confidence now with this army behind him. The ridicule of the party in +ambush stung his pride, and although warned that a considerable number +of settlers were hidden in the wood, he was not disposed to temporize. +But the men who had accompanied him on his nefarious mission were far +differently impressed by the situation. They had followed the doughty +sheriff in the hope of plunder, it is true; if the settlers of the +Hampshire Grants were to be driven incontinently from their homes as +Ten Eyck and the Governor declared, somebody must benefit by the +circumstance, and the sheriff’s men hoped to be of the benefited +party. But this armed opposition was disheartening. When the chorus of +groans rose from the surrounding forest, his men as well as himself, +knew that they had fallen into ambush, and this thought troubled the +Yorkers greatly.</p> + +<p>From the top of the ridge ’Siah Bolderwood had heard much of +the controversy at the door of the Breckenridge house and as the really +serious moment approached the old ranger was blessed with a sudden +inspiration. He sprang forward and seizing Enoch Harding by the collar +dragged him to his knees and whispered a command in his ear. +“Quick, you young snipe you!” he exclaimed, as Enoch +prepared to obey. “Run like the wind–and don’t let +’em see you or you may get potted!”</p> + +<p>Enoch was off in an instant, trailing his gun behind him and +stooping low that the passage of his body through the brush might not +be noted. He got the house between him and the sheriff’s column +and soon reached the side of the road where the other settlers in +ambush were stationed. He found their leader and whispered +Bolderwood’s message to him. Instantly the man caught the idea +and the word was passed down the straggling line. Enoch did not return +but waited with these men, who were nearer the enemy, to see the matter +out.</p> + +<p>The sheriff was on the verge of giving the command to break down the +door of the besieged house when suddenly a wild yell broke out upon the +ridge above and was taken up by the settlers in the brush by the +roadside. It was the warwhoop–the yell which originally incited +the red warriors to action and was supposed to strike terror to the +hearts of their enemies. The shrill cry echoed through the wood with +startling significance. At the same instant every man’s cap was +raised upon his gun barrel and thrust forward into view of the startled +Yorkers, while the settlers themselves showed their heads, but nearer +the ground. Only for a moment were they thus visible; then they dropped +back into hiding again.</p> + +<p>But the effect upon the sheriff’s unwilling army was +paralyzing. The Yorkers thought that twice as many men were hidden in +the forest as were really there, for the hats on the gun barrels had +seemed like heads, too. They thought every man in Bennington–and +indeed, as far east as Brattleboro and Westminster–must have come +to defend James Breckenridge’s farm, and they clamored loudly to +return to the Twenty-Mile Line and safety.</p> + +<p>In vain the sheriff fumed and stormed, threatening all manner of +punishment for his mutinous troops; the army was determined to a man to +have no conflict with the settlers of the Disputed Ground. Like +“the noble Duke of York” in the old catch-song familiar at +that day, Sheriff Ten Eyck had marched his seven hundred or more men up +to James Breckenridge’s door only “to march them down +again!” ’Siah Bolderwood’s idea had taken all the +desire for fight out of the Yorkers, and after some wrangling between +the personal attendants of the sheriff and the volunteer army, the +whole crew marched away, leaving the farm to the undisputed possession +of its rightful owner.</p> + +<p>When the Yorkers departed the little garrison of the house appeared +and cheered lustily; but the men in the woods did not come out of +hiding until the last of the enemy had disappeared, for they did not +wish the invaders to know how badly they had been deceived regarding +their numbers. By and by Bolderwood and his men marched down from the +ridge and ’Siah was congratulated upon his happy thought in +bringing about the confusion of the Yorkers.</p> + +<p>“You’ve a long head on those narrow shoulders of yours, +neighbor,” declared Ethan Allen, striking the old ranger heartily +on the back. “That little wile finished them. And this is the boy +I saw trailing through the bushes, is it?” and he seized Enoch +and turned his face upward that he might the better view his features. +“Why, holloa, my little man! I’ve seen you before +surely?”</p> + +<p>“It is poor Jonas Harding’s eldest lad, neighbor +Allen,” Bolderwood said. “He’s the head of the family +now, and bein’ sech, had to come along to fight the +Yorkers.”</p> + +<p>“I remember your father,” declared Allen, kindly. +“A noble specimen of the Almighty’s workmanship. I stopped +a night with him once at his cabin–do you remember me?”</p> + +<p>As though Nuck could have forgotten it! His youthful mind had made +Ethan Allen a veritable hero ever since, placing him upon a pedestal +before which he worshipped. But he only nodded for bashfulness.</p> + +<p>“You’ll make a big man, too,” said the giant. +“And if you can shoot straight there’ll be plenty of chance +for you later on. This is only the beginning, ’Siah,” he +pursued, turning to Bolderwood and letting his huge hand drop from +Enoch’s head. “There will be court-doings, now–writs, +and ejectments, and enough red seals to run the King’s court +itself. But while the Yorkers are red-sealing us, we’ll blue-seal +them–if they come over here, eh?” and he went off with a +great shout of laughter at his own punning.</p> + +<p>The men were minded to scatter but slowly. All were rejoiced that +the battle had been a bloodless one; yet none believed the matter +ended. The fiasco of the New York sheriff might act as a wet blanket +for the time upon the movements of the authorities across the line; but +the land speculators were too numerous and active to allow the people +of the Grants to remain in peace. Parties of marauders might swoop down +at any time upon the more unprotected settlers, drive them out of their +homes, destroy their property, and possibly do bodily injury to the +helpless people. Methods must be devised to keep these Yorkers on their +own side of the disputed line. Those settlers, such as the widow +Harding, who were least able to protect themselves, must have the help +of their neighbors. The present victory proved the benefit to be +derived from concerted action. Now, in the flush of this triumph, the +leaders went among the yeomanry who had gathered here and outlined a +plan for permanent military organization. In all the colonies at that +day, “training bands,” or militia, had become popular, made +so in part by the interest aroused by the wars with the French and +Indians. Many of the men who joined these military companies did not +look deeply into the affairs of the colonies, nor were they much +interested in politics; but their leaders looked ahead–just as +did Ethan Allen and his conferees in the Grants–and realized that +an armed yeomanry might some time be called upon to face hirelings of +the King.</p> + +<p>“Even a lad like you can bear a rifle, and your mother will +spare you from the farm for drill,” Allen said, with his hand +again on Enoch’s shoulder, before riding away. “I shall +expect to see Jonas Harding’s boy at Bennington when word is sent +round for the first drill.” And Enoch, his heart beating high +with pride at this notice, promised to gain his mother’s +permission if possible.</p> + +<p>Bolderwood had already gone, and Lot Breckenridge detained Enoch +until after the dinner hour. Lot would have kept him all night, but the +latter knew his mother would be anxious to see him safe home, and he +started an hour or two before sunset, on the trail which Bolderwood and +he had followed early in the morning. Being one of the last to leave +James Breckenridge’s house, he traveled the forest alone. But he +had no feeling of fear. The trails and by-paths were as familiar to him +as the streets of his hometown are to a boy of to-day. And the +numberless sounds which reached his ears were distinguished and +understood by the pioneer boy. The hoarse laugh of the jay as it winged +its way home over the tree-tops, the chatter of the squirrel in the +hollow oak, the sudden scurry of deer in the brake, the barking of a +fox on the hillside, were all sounds with which Enoch Harding was well +acquainted.</p> + +<p>As he crossed a heavily shadowed creek, a splash in the water +attracted his particular attention and he crept to the brink in time to +see a pair of sleek dark heads moving swiftly down the stream. Soon the +heads stopped, bobbed about near a narrow part of the stream, and +finally came out upon the bank, one on either side. The trees stood +thick together here, and both animals attacked a straight, smooth trunk +standing near the creek, their sharp teeth making the chips fly as they +worked. They were a pair of beavers beginning a dam for the next +winter. Enoch marked the spot well. About January he would come over +with Lot, or with Robbie Baker, stop up the mouth of the beaver’s +tunnel, break in the dome of his house, and capture the family. Beaver +pelts were a common article of barter in a country where real money was +a curiosity.</p> + +<p>But watching the beavers delayed Enoch and it was growing dark in +the forest when he again turned his face homewards. He knew the path +well enough–the runway he traveled was so deep that he could +scarce miss it and might have followed it with his eyes +blindfolded,–but he quickened his pace, not desiring to be too +late in reaching his mother’s cabin. Unless some neighbor had +passed and given them the news of the victory at James +Breckenridge’s they might be worried for fear there had actually +been a battle. Deep in the forest upon the mountainside there sounded +the human-like scream of a catamount, and the memory of his adventure +of the morning was still very vivid in his mind. He began to fear his +mother’s censure for his delay, too, for Mistress Harding brought +up her children to strict obedience and Enoch, man though he felt +himself to be because of this day’s work, knew he had no business +to loiter until after dark in the forest.</p> + +<p>He stumbled on now in some haste and was approaching the ford in the +wide stream near which he had shot the doe, when a flicker of light off +at one side of the trail attracted his attention. It was a newly +kindled campfire and the pungent smoke of it reached his nostrils at +the instant the flame was apparent to his eyes. He leaped behind a tree +and peered through the thickening darkness at the spot where the +campfire was built. His heart beat rapidly, for despite the supposed +peacefulness of the times there was always the possibility of enemies +lurking in the forest. And the settlers had grown wary since the +controversy with the Yorkers became so serious.</p> + +<p>Enoch was nearing the boundaries of his father’s farm now and +ever since Simon Halpen had endeavored to evict them and especially +since Jonas Harding’s death, the possibility of the +Yorkers’ return had been a nightmare to Enoch. Lying a moment +almost breathless behind the tree, he began to recover his presence of +mind and fortitude. First he freshened the priming of his gun and then, +picking his way cautiously, approached the campfire. Like a shadow he +flitted from tree to tree and from brush clump to stump, circling the +camp, but ever drawing nearer. With the instinct of the born +wood-ranger he took infinite pains in approaching the spot and from the +moment he had observed the light he spent nearly an hour in circling +about until he finally arrived at a point where he could view +successfully the tiny clearing.</p> + +<p>Now, at once, he descried a figure sitting before the blaze. The man +had his back against a tree and that is why Enoch had found such +difficulty at first in seeing him. He was nodding, half asleep, with +his cap pulled down over his eyes, so that only the merest outline of +his face was revealed. It was apparent that he had eaten his own +supper, for there were the indications of the meal upon the ground; but +it looked as though he expected some other person to join him. The wind +began to moan in the tree-tops; far away the mournful scream of the +catamount broke the silence again. The boy cast his gaze upward into +the branches, feeling as though one of the terrible creatures, with +which he had engaged in so desperate a struggle that very morning, was +even then watching him from the foliage.</p> + +<p>And he was indeed being watched, and by eyes well nigh as keen as +those of the wild-cat. While he stood behind the tree, all of half a +gun-shot from the camp, a figure stepped silently out of the shadows +and stood at his elbow before the startled lad realized that he was not +alone. A vice-like hand seized his arm so that he could not turn his +rifle upon this unexpected enemy. Before he could cry out a second hand +was pressed firmly over his parted lips. “No speak!” +breathed a voice in Enoch Harding’s ear. “If speak, white +boy die!”</p> + +<div class='figcenter'> <img src='images/i059.jpg' id="img003" alt='' /> <p class='center caption sc'>A H<span class='fss'>AND WAS</span> P<span class='fss'>RESSED OVER</span> H<span class='fss'>IS</span> L<span class='fss'>IPS</span></p></div><!-- figure --> + +<p>It was Crow Wing, the young Iroquois, and Enoch obeyed. He found +himself forced rapidly away from the campfire and when they were out of +ear-shot of the unconscious stranger, and not until then, did the grasp +of the Indian relax. “What do you want with me?” Enoch +demanded, in a whisper. The other did not reply. He only pushed the +white boy on until they came to the ford of the creek where Enoch and +’Siah Bolderwood had crossed early in the day. There Crow Wing +released him altogether and pointed sternly across the river. +“Your house–that way!” he said. “Go!”</p> + +<p>“Who is that man back yonder?” cried Enoch, angrily. +“You can’t make me do what you say―”</p> + +<p>Crow Wing tapped the handle of the long knife at his belt +suggestively. “White boy go–go now!” he commanded +again, and in spite of his being armed with a rifle while the Indian +had no such weapon, Enoch felt convinced that it would be wiser for him +to obey without parley. Although Crow Wing could not have been three +years his senior, he was certainly the master on this occasion. With +lagging step he descended the bank and began to ford the stream. He +glanced back and saw the Indian, standing like a statue of bronze, on +the bank above him. When he reached the middle of the stream, however, +he felt the full ignominy of his retreat before a foe who was not armed +equally with himself. What would Bolderwood say if he told him? What +would his father have done?</p> + +<p>He swung about quickly and raised the rifle to his shoulder. But the +Indian lad had gone. Not an object moved upon the further shore of the +creek and, after a minute or two of hesitation, the white boy stumbled +on through the stream and reached the other bank. He was angry with +himself for being afraid of Crow Wing, and he was also angry that he +had not seen the face of the stranger at the campfire. It must have +been somebody whom Crow Wing knew and did not wish the white boy to +see. Enoch Harding continued his homeward way, his mind greatly +disturbed by the adventure and with a feeling of deep resentment +against the Indian youth.</p> + +<hr class='pb' /> <h2><a id='link_4'></a>CHAPTER V<br /><span +class='fss'>THE PIONEER HOME</span></h2> + +<p>Enoch arrived feeling not of half so much importance as he had on +starting from the Breckenridge farm. His adventure with Crow Wing had +mightily taken down his self-conceit. Like most of the settlers he had +very little confidence in the Indian character; so, although Crow Wing +had rendered the defenders of the Grants a signal service that very +day, Enoch was not at all sure that the red youth was not helping the +Yorkers, too.</p> + +<p>But when he came out of the wood at the edge of the great corn-field +which his father had cleared first of all, and saw the light of the +candles shining through the doorway of the log house, he forgot his +recent rage against Crow Wing and hurried on to greet those whom he +loved. The children came running out to meet him and the light of the +candles was shrouded as his mother’s tall form appeared in the +doorway. Bryce, who was eleven years old, was almost as tall as Enoch, +although he lacked his elder brother’s breadth of shoulders and +gravity of manner. Enoch was deliberate in everything he did; Bryce was +of a more nervous temperament and was apt to act upon impulse. He was a +fair-haired boy and was forever smiling. Now he reached Nuck first and +fairly hugged him around the neck, exclaiming:</p> + +<p>“We thought you were shot! However came you to be so long +comin’ back, Nuck? Mother’s quite worritted ’bout +you, she says.”</p> + +<p>Katie, the fly-away sister of ten, hurled herself next upon her +elder brother and seized the heavy rifle from his hands. “Look +out for it, Kate!” commanded Nuck. “It’s been freshly +primed.” But Katie was not afraid of firearms. She shouldered the +gun and marched bravely toward the house. Mary, demure and curly +headed, and little Harry, remained nearer the door, and lifted their +faces to be kissed in turn by Enoch when he arrived. Then the boy +turned to his mother.</p> + +<p>“Come in, my son,” she said. “I have saved your +supper for you. I could not send the children to bed before you came. +They were a-well nigh wild to see you and hear about the doings at +farmer Breckenridge’s. You are late.”</p> + +<p>This was all she said regarding his tardiness at the moment. She was +a very pleasant featured woman of thirty-five, with kind eyes and a +cheery, if grave, smile; but Enoch knew she could be stern enough if +occasion required. Indeed, she was a far stricter disciplinarian than +his father had been. They crowded into the house and Mrs. Harding went +to the fire and hung the pot over the glowing coals to heat again the +stewed venison which she had saved for Enoch’s supper.</p> + +<p>“Tell us about it, Enoch, my son,” she said. “Did +the Yorkers come as friend Bolderwood said they would–in such +numbers?”</p> + +<p>“In greater numbers,” declared the boy, and he went on +to recount the incidents of the morning when Sheriff Ten Eyck had +demanded the surrender of the Breckenridge house and farm. The incident +had appealed strongly to the boy and he drew a faithful picture of the +scene when the army of Yorkers marched up to the farmhouse door and +demanded admission.</p> + +<p>“And Mr. Allen was there and spoke to me–he did!” +declared Enoch. “He’s a master big man–and so +handsome. He asked me if I remembered his coming here once to see +father, and he told me to be sure and go to Bennington when the +train-band is mustered in. I can, can’t I, mother?”</p> + +<p>“And me, too!” cried Bryce. “I can carry +Nuck’s musket now’t he shoots with father’s gun. I +can shoot, too–from a rest.”</p> + +<p>“Huh!” exclaimed his elder brother, “you +can’t carry the old musket even, and march.”</p> + +<p>“Yes I can!”</p> + +<p>“No you can’t!”</p> + +<p>But the mother’s voice recalled the boys to their better +behavior. “I will talk with ’Siah Bolderwood about your +joining the train-band, Enoch. And if you go to Bennington with Enoch, +Bryce, who will defend our home? You must stay here and guard mother +and the other children, my boy.”</p> + +<p>Bryce felt better at that suggestion and the argument between Enoch +and himself was dropped. The widow soon sent all but Enoch to bed in +the loft over the kitchen and living room of the cabin. There was a +bedroom occupied by herself partitioned off from the living room, while +Enoch slept on a “shakedown” near the door. This he had +insisted upon doing ever since his father’s death.</p> + +<p>“You were very late in returning, my son,” said the +widow when the others had climbed the ladder to the loft.</p> + +<p>“Yes, marm.”</p> + +<p>“You did not come right home?”</p> + +<p>“No, marm. I stayed to eat with Lot Breckenridge. And then I +wanted to hear the men talk.”</p> + +<p>“You should have started earlier for home, Enoch,” she +said, sternly.</p> + +<p>“Well, I’d got here pretty near sunset if it +hadn’t been for somethin’ that happened just the other side +of the crick,” Enoch declared, forgetting the fact that he had +stopped to watch the beavers before ever he saw the campfire in the +wood.</p> + +<p>“What was it?” she asked.</p> + +<p>“There’s somebody over there–a tall man, but I +couldn’t see his face―”</p> + +<p>“Where?”</p> + +<p>“Beyond the crick; ’twarn’t half a mile from where +father was killed at the deer-lick. I saw a light in the bushes. It was +a campfire an’ I couldn’t go by without seein’ what +it was for. So I crept up on it an’ bymeby I saw the +man.”</p> + +<p>“You don’t know who he was?” asked the widow, +quickly.</p> + +<p>“No, marm.”</p> + +<p>“Did he have a dark face and was his nose hooked?”</p> + +<p>“I couldn’t see his face. He was sittin’ down all +the time. His face was shaded with his cap. He sat with his back up +against a tree. I was a long while gittin’ near enough to see +him, an’ then―”</p> + +<p>“Well, what happened, my son?”</p> + +<p>“Then that Crow Wing–you know him; the Injin boy that +useter live down the crick with his folks–Crow Wing come out of +the forest an’ grabbed me an’ told me not to holler or +he’d kill me. I wasn’t ’zactly ’fraid of +him,” added Enoch, thinking some explanation necessary, +“but I saw if I fought him it would bring the man at the fire to +help, and I couldn’t fight two of ’em, anyway. The pesky +Injin made me walk to the crick with him an’ then he told me to +go home and not come back. I wish ’Siah Bolderwood was here. +We’d fix ’em!”</p> + +<p>“The Indian threatened you!” cried the widow. +“Have you done anything to anger him, Enoch? I know your father +was very bitter toward them all; but I hoped―”</p> + +<p>“I never done a thing to him!” declared the boy. +“I don’t play with him much, though Lot does; but I let him +alone. I useter make fun of him b’fore–b’fore +’Siah told me more about his folks. Crow Wing’s father is a +good friend to the whites. He fought with our folks ag’in the +French Injins.”</p> + +<p>“But who could the man have been?” asked the widow, +gravely. “The children saw a man lurking about the corn-field at +the lower end to-day. And when I was milking, Mary came and told me +that he was then across the river at the ox-bow, looking over at the +house. If it should be Simon Halpen! He will not give up his hope of +getting our rich pastures, I am afraid. We must watch carefully, +Enoch.”</p> + +<p>“I’ll shoot him if he comes again!” declared the +boy, belligerently. Then he closed and barred the door and rapidly +prepared for bed. His mother retired to her own room, but long after +Enoch was soundly sleeping on his couch, the good woman was upon her +knees beside her bed. Although she was proud to see Enoch so sturdy and +helpful, she feared this controversy with the Yorkers would do him much +harm; and it was for him, as well as for the safety of them all in +troublous times, that she prayed to the God in whom she so implicitly +trusted.</p> + +<p>The next day ’Siah Bolderwood came striding up to the cabin +with the carcass of the doe Enoch had shot across his shoulders, and +found the widow at her loom, just within the door. She welcomed the +lanky ranger warmly, for he had not only been her husband’s +closest friend but had been of great assistance to her children and +herself since Jonas’ death. “The children will be glad to +see you, ’Siah,” she said. “I will call them up early +and get supper for us all. I will have raised biscuit, too–it is +not often you get anything but Johnny-cake, I warrant. The boys are +working to clear the new lot to-day.”</p> + +<p>“Aye, I saw them as I came along,” said Bolderwood, +laughing. “There was Mistress Kate on top of a tall stump, her +black hair flying in the wind, and Nuck’s old musket in her +hands. She said she was on guard, and she hailed me before I got out of +the wood. Her eyes are sharp.”</p> + +<p>“She should have been a boy,” sighed the widow. +“Indeed, this wilderness is no place for girls at all.”</p> + +<p>“Bless their dear little souls!” exclaimed Bolderwood, +with feeling. “What’d we do without Kate an’ Mary? +They keep the boys sweet, mistress! And Kate’s as good as a boy +any day when it comes to looking out for herself; while as I came +through the stumpage Mary was working with the best of ’em to +pull roots and fire-weed.”</p> + +<p>“The boys want a stump-burning as soon as possible. Jonas got +the new lot near cleared. There’s only the rubbish to +burn.”</p> + +<p>“Good idea. Nuck and Bryce are doing well.... But what was the +sentinel for?”</p> + +<p>“It isn’t all play,” said the widow, stopping her +work and speaking seriously. “Yesterday the children saw a +strange man hanging about the creek yonder. And last night on his way +back from Master Breckenridge’s, Enoch saw a campfire in the +forest and a man sitting by it. An Indian youth whom perhaps you have +seen here–Crow Wing, he is called–was with the man. Crow +Wing drove Enoch off before he could find out who the white man +was.”</p> + +<p>“Crow Wing, eh?” repeated ’Siah, shaking his head +thoughtfully. “I know the red scamp. If he was treated right by +the settlers, though, he’d be decent enough. But he got angry at +Breckenridge’s yesterday, they tell me. Somebody spoke roughly to +him. You can ruffle the feathers of them birds mighty easy.”</p> + +<p>This was all the comment the ranger made upon the story; but later +he wandered down to the new lot which the Hardings were clearing, and +instead of lending a hand inquired particularly of Enoch where he had +seen the campfire the night before. Learning the direction he plunged +into the wood without further ado and went to the ford, crossing it +with caution and going at once to the vicinity of the fire which Enoch +had observed. But the ashes had been carefully covered and little trace +of the occupation of the spot left. At one point, however, ’Siah +found where two persons–a white man and a red one–had +embarked in a canoe which had been hidden under the bank of the creek. +Evidently Crow Wing had expected the place would be searched and had +done all in his power to mystify the curious.</p> + +<p>When ’Siah returned Mistress Harding had called up the +children and supper–a holiday meal–was almost ready. A lamb +had been killed the day before and was stuffed and baked in the Dutch +oven. There were light white-flour biscuits, Enoch had ridden to +Bennington with the wheat slung across his saddle to have it ground, +and there was sweet butter and refined maple sap which every family in +the Grants boiled down in the spring for its own use, although as yet +there was little market for it. It was a jolly meal, for when +’Siah came the children were sure of something a bit extra, both +to eat and to do. He taught the girls how to make doll babies with +cornsilk hair, and begged powder and shot of their mother for Bryce and +Enoch to use in shooting at a mark. Under his instructions Enoch had +become a fairly good marksman, while Bryce, by resting his gun in the +fork of a sapling set upright in the ground, did almost as well as his +elder brother.</p> + +<p>After supper Bolderwood talked with the widow while he smoked his +pipe. “We need boys like Enoch, Mistress Harding,” he said. +“While he’s young I don’t dispute, he’s big for +his age and can handle that rifle pretty well. You must let him go up +to Bennington next week and drill with the other young fellows. There +will be no need of his going on any raids with the older men. We shall +keep the boys out of it, and most of the beech-sealin’ will be +done by the men who hain’t got no fam’blies here and are +free in their movements. But the drill will be good for him and the +time may come when all this drillin’ will pay.”</p> + +<p>“You really look for serious trouble with the Yorkers, Master +Bolderwood?” she asked.</p> + +<p>“I reckon I do. With them or–or others. Things is purty +tick’lish–you know that, widder. The King ain’t +treatin’ us right, an’ his ministers and advisers +don’t care anything about these colonies, ’ceptin’ if +we don’t make ’em rich. Then they trouble us. And the +governors are mostly all alike. I don’t think a bit better of +Benning Wentworth than I do of these ’ere New York governors. +They don’t re’lly care nothin’ for us poor +folk.”</p> + +<p>So the widow agreed to allow Enoch to go to Bennington; and when the +day came for the gathering of those youths and men who could be spared +from the farms, to meet there, he mounted the old claybank mare, his +shoes and stockings slung before him over the saddle bow that his great +toes might be the easier used as spurs, and with a bag of corn behind +him to be left for grinding at the mill, trotted along the trail to the +settlement. Before he had gone far on the road he saw other men and +boys bound in the same direction. Remember Baker passed him, with +Robbie, his boy, perched behind on the saddle, and clinging like a +leech to his father’s coat-tails as the horse galloped over the +rough road. Enoch saw Robbie later, however, and invited him to the +stump burning which was to take place the following week. He saw Lot +Breckenridge, too, at the Green Mountain Inn, and invited him to come, +and sent word to other boys and girls in the Breckenridge +neighborhood.</p> + +<p>Lot’s mother would not let him carry a gun, but he had come to +look on and see the “greenhorns” take their first lesson in +the manual of arms. Stephen Fay, mine host of the +“Catamount” Inn as the hostlery had come to be +called–a large, jocund individual who was a Grants man to the +core and earnest in the cause of the Green Mountain Boys–made all +welcome and the old house was crowded from daylight till dark. In the +gallery which ran along the face of the inn, even with the second story +windows, the ladies of the town sat and viewed the maneuvres of the +newly formed train-band. Before the door stood the twenty-five foot +post that held the sign and was likewise capped by a stuffed catamount, +in a very lifelike pose, its grinning teeth and extended claws turned +toward the New York border in defiance of “Yorker +rule.”</p> + +<p>The leaders of the party which had suggested these drills–all +staunch Whigs and active in their defiance of the Yorkers,–met +together in the inn that day, too, and laid plans for a campaign +against certain settlers from New York who had come into the Grants and +taken up farms without having paid the New Hampshire authorities for +the same. In not all cases had these New York settlers driven off +people who had bought the land of New Hampshire or her agents; but if +it was really the property of that colony the Yorkers had no right upon +the eastern side of the Twenty-Mile Line, or on that side of the lake, +at all. As far north as the opposite shore from Fort Ticonderoga, that +key to the Canadian route which had been wrested from the French but a +few years before, Yorkers had settled; and the Green Mountain Boys +determined that these people must leave the Disputed Ground or suffer +for their temerity.</p> + +<p>After the failure of Ten Eyck to capture the Breckenridge farm, New +York began a system of flattery and underhanded methods against the +Grants men which was particularly effective. The Yorkers chose certain +more or less influential individuals and offered them local offices, +gifts of money, and even promised royal titles to some, if they would +range themselves against the Green Mountain Boys. In some cases these +offers were accepted; in this way John Munro had become a justice of +the peace, and Benjamin Hough followed his example. Some foolish folk +went so far as to accept commissions as New York officers, but hoped to +hide the fact from their neighbors until a fitting season–when +the Grants were not afflicted with the presence of the Green Mountain +Boys. But in almost every case such cowardly sycophants were discovered +and either made ridiculous before their neighbors by being tried and +hoisted in a chair before the Catamount Inn, or were sealed with the +twigs of the wilderness–and the Green Mountain Boys wielded the +beech wands with no light hand.</p> + +<p>Almost every week the military drills were held in Bennington and +Enoch attended. But before the second one the “stump +burning” came off at the Harding place and that was an occasion +worthy of being chronicled.</p> + +<hr class='pb' /> <h2><a id='link_5'></a>CHAPTER VI<br /><span +class='fss'>THE STUMP BURNING</span></h2> + +<p>Enoch and Lot Breckenridge, with Robbie Baker, had completed all the +plans for the stump burning that first training day at Bennington. Lot, +who lived so far from the Harding cabin, agreed to come over the night +before if his mother would let him, and Robbie was to remain with Enoch +the night after. The stumps and rubbish would be pretty well piled up +and fired by afternoon, and then the boys could run races, and play +games, and perhaps shoot at a mark, until supper-time. Mrs. Harding had +already promised if the boys worked well to make a nice supper for +them.</p> + +<p>“An’ we’ll have the girls,” said Lot.</p> + +<p>“Oh, what good’ll they be at a stump +burnin’?” demanded young Baker, ungallantly.</p> + +<p>“Lots o’ good. They allus want good times, too,” +said Lot, standing up for his sisters manfully. “You have no +sisters, an’ that’s why you don’t want +’em.”</p> + +<p>“They’ll be in the way. Their frocks’ll git torn +if they help us, an’ they’ll git afire–or–or +somethin’!”</p> + +<p>“Nuck’s sisters will be there. They’ll want other +girls,” said the wise Lot. “An’ b’sides, +Mis’ Harding’ll be lots better to us if the girls is there. +She allus is–my marm is. Mothers like girls, but boys is only a +nuisance, they says.” Lot had drawn these conclusions from the +remarks of his own mother, who was troubled by many children and lacked +that “faculty,” as New England folk used to term it, for +bringing them up cheerfully.</p> + +<p>“I guess we’ll get a better supper if the girls are +there,” admitted Nuck, quietly.</p> + +<p>“But what’ll they do?” demanded Robbie, the embryo +woman-hater.</p> + +<p>“I’ll get mother ter be layin’ out a quilt, or +something, an’ the girls can help about that.”</p> + +<p>“Zuckers!” cried Lot. “We’ll have the finest +time ever was. I’ll be sure an’ tell ev’rybody down +my way. An’ we’ll all bring powder an’ shot; it +won’t matter so much about guns, for them that don’t have +’em can borry of them that has, when it comes to +shootin’.”</p> + +<p>“And I’ll get Master Bolderwood to come an’ be +empire,” declared Nuck, no farther out in his pronunciation of +the word than some boys are nowadays.</p> + +<p>So the girls were allowed to come, and an hour or two after sun-up +on the day in question the Harding place was fairly overrun with young +folk of both sexes. Those boys who came from a goodly distance brought +their sisters with them; but the greater number of the girls, living +within a radius of a few miles of the Harding cabin, did not come until +after dinner, having to remain at home to help their own mothers before +attending the merrymaking.</p> + +<p>And what a merrymaking it was! Truly, all work and no play makes +Jack a dull boy, and in a country and at a time when all young people +had to work almost as hard as their parents, the pioneer fathers and +mothers encouraged the young folk to mix pleasure well with their +tasks. Indeed, it was a system followed by the older folks as well on +many occasions. Corn-shuckings, apple-parings, log-rollings, +sugaring-off–all these tasks even down to +“hog-killings”–were made the excuse for social +gatherings. The idea of helping one another in the heavier tasks of +their existence on the frontier was likewise combined in this. Many +hands make light work, and a cabin which would have kept one family +busy for a fortnight was often put up and the roof of drawn shingles +laid in a day’s time, by the neighbors of the proprietor of the +new structure all taking hold of the work.</p> + +<p>So in this stump burning, which usually followed upon the clearing +of a new piece of ground. More than a year before Jonas Harding had +begun on this lot, with the intention of clearing it entirely and in +the end having a handsome piece of grass-land along the edge of the +creek. In the fall a fire had run over the piece and now the stumps +were mostly dead, although the fire-weed was waist high. Some of the +stumps had already been pulled up, but many were too large for the +muscles of the young Hardings and it was the help of their companions +to pull these stumps to which they looked forward to-day.</p> + +<p>With patience remarkable in such youngsters, Enoch and Bryce had dug +around the base of all the big stumps, had cut off the long side roots, +and when possible had dug beneath and cut the tap-root of the tree, +thus making the final extraction of the big stumps all the easier of +accomplishment. They were piled up and set burning, and round these +bonfires the boys danced like wild Indians and kept the fires fed up to +noon-time. Between the sunshine and the flames the youngsters were all +pretty well scorched by then.</p> + +<p>But before the horn was blown for dinner there were two arrivals on +the scene, one joyfully welcomed by all and the other rather unexpected +but not less welcome to many of the boys. ’Siah Bolderwood +entered the clearing from a forest-path at almost the same instant that +a lithe young figure appeared from the direction of the creek. Enoch +ran to his old friend and hugged him in his delight. “Ain’t +I glad you’ve come, ’Siah! We got most of the work done; +we’re goin’ to get lots of nice ashes, too. We’re +goin’ ter have races and a wrastling match after +dinner.”</p> + +<p>“Hullo! who’s this?” said ’Siah, pointing +across the clearing.</p> + +<p>Enoch turned to see the Indian youth, Crow Wing, striding up from +the water’s edge. A good half of the boys had turned with shouts +of welcome to meet him, for he was popular with them. Ordinarily Crow +Wing was a very social fellow and taught the white boys to make arrows, +string their bows, build canoes, and set ingenious snares. “I +don’t want him here!” declared Enoch to the ranger.</p> + +<p>“Tut, tut, what do you care? There’s no need in your +making an enemy of that fellow, Nuck. Let him be.”</p> + +<p>“But think how he used me the other night when I was trying to +find out about that man in the woods! I don’t like +him.”</p> + +<p>“Well, we can’t like everybody in this world,” +said Bolderwood, philosophically. “We gotter take folks as we +find ’em–that’s my motter. You let the Injin stay. +He’s come to help and to have the fun arterward; you sent +’round the invitation pretty promisc’us like, an’ I +calkerlate you can’t ask him to leave ’thout makin’ +yerself mighty onpop’lar. Take my advice an’ let him +stay.”</p> + +<p>So, much against his will, Enoch did so. But he and the Indian lad +avoided each other and nothing Crow Wing did could gain any word of +approbation from his young host. However, Crow Wing and Bolderwood were +in time to help do the heaviest of the work and soon the last stump was +out of the soil and piled upon a flaming pyre. The several bonfires +could not spread to the underbrush, so the boys were able to leave them +for the time and rush away to the creek for a swim before dinner. After +they had washed off the smut and smoke, they engaged in races and in +diving matches until the horn blew to recall them to the house. In all +aquatic sports Lot Breckenridge was the master, for even Crow Wing +could not perform the tricks that he could, nor could the Indian swim +so far nor so fast.</p> + +<p>Mistress Harding had arranged two long tables outside the cabin, +making them of planks and “horses,” and spreading her +unbleached sheets over them for table-cloths. The girls had picked +flowers and decorated the tables very prettily. There were all kinds +and conditions of dishes for use–earthen, tin, pewter, and even +wooden bowls carved out of “whorls.” And as for spoons and +knives and forks–well, they were very scarce indeed. But every +boy carried a pocket or hunting knife, and some had even been +thoughtful enough to bring a knife and fork from home. Nevertheless, +despite the lack of articles which we now consider the commonest of +possessions, the table manners of these pioneer boys and girls were +very good. They were on their best behavior while visiting, and the +presence of the girls had a good influence on the boys.</p> + +<p>The dinner was not to be the great meal of the day, for the boys did +not wish to eat too much before the activities of the afternoon. +Mistress Harding and the big girls had promised several dainties for +supper, among which was a berry pudding, the girls having picked the +berries that morning while their brothers were clearing the stumpage. +The day before Enoch had shot a quantity of wood-pigeons, too, and +there was to be a huge pigeon pie baked in the Dutch oven. There could +be no stuffed lamb on this occasion, however; sheep were too hard to +raise and the pioneers tasted mutton but seldom, for the fleece was too +valuable for them to kill the animal which supplied it. But Bolderwood +had brought in a fawn which he had hung until it was of the right +flavor, and this was dressed and roasted like a young kid. When the +boys heard of these good things it almost took their appetites away at +the dinner table, for they did not wish to eat more than was absolutely +necessary before the holiday supper.</p> + +<p>They were quickly back in the new lot, raked the fires together, +flung the last root and chip on the blaze, and then repaired to the +level meadow by the riverside where the games were to take place. The +meadow had been mown some days before (they always got two mowings a +season off the rich creek bottoms) and the new grass had sprung up just +enough to be soft and velvety to the feet. Off came the shoes and +stockings of those boys who had been trammeled by such articles of +attire–all except Crow Wing. He still wore his moccasins. The +foot-races were to come first, and Bolderwood and Lot carefully +measured the distance along the bank where the land was almost level, +setting stakes at either end of the course. It was not a long run and +everybody lined up for the first trial and they charged down upon the +further stake like a gang of wild colts. Crow Wing, Enoch, Lot, and +Robbie Baker were easily ahead of the others, and they with two more +who had shown promise, were lined up for a second trial. This was +really to be the contest and the six prepared to do their best, while +the onlookers, girls and all, cheered their favorites.</p> + +<p>Bolderwood lined up the half dozen youths very carefully. The white +boys had thrown aside their outer shirts so as to give the freer play +to their muscles. Crow Wing wore but one upper garment anyway, and he +made no change in his dress excepting to pull his belt a little +tighter. When the ranger had them placed to his satisfaction and all +had signified that they were ready, he started them off with a shout. +This time the race was to be down to the further post and back again, +each contestant being obliged to go around the post before turning +back, and a watch was set there that no one should make a mistake in +this. There was a swift patter of feet on the sod for a minute and then +Crow Wing and Enoch forged ahead. They rounded the stake almost +together and came down the home stretch far in the lead of the other +contestants. First the white boy was ahead, then the Indian, and +finally when the race ended they were elbow to elbow and one not an +inch in advance of the other!</p> + +<p>The spectators cheered lustily, but the race must be run over by +these two to learn who really was the winner. Bolderwood allowed them a +few minutes between the trials; but the Indian did not seem to need the +rest. He still breathed easily, while Enoch lay panting on the sod. The +white boy finally went to the line with the assurance in his own heart +that he should be beaten; but he was too plucky to give up the fight +without trying again. This race was even more hardly contested than the +others had been and although it was apparent that Crow Wing ran more +easily than did Enoch, the latter worked so hard that it was doubtful +for a time whether the Indian could win after all. Enoch ran until his +knees almost gave under him and his breath came in great gasps from his +chest. Had he been a less healthy and active boy he might have +permanently injured himself from the overstrain of the contest. As it +was, Crow Wing managed to cross the line first and was pronounced +champion.</p> + +<p>Enoch had just strength enough to shake the winner’s hand +before he fell upon the grass, and there he lay exhausted while the +other boys held a “potato race” and jumped hurdles. It +provoked young Harding terribly to see how seemingly fresh Crow Wing +still was, while he was nearly dead with fatigue. He began to take +interest in the proceedings, however, when his brother Bryce won the +potato race after a close contest with Robbie Baker; and rejoiced when +Lot beat Crow Wing in jumping. “That red rascal ain’t +goin’ to beat everybody here,” thought Enoch, and he got up +and ceased sulking.</p> + +<p>The wrestling match was the last of the day’s sports. +Bolderwood paired the boys off to the best of his judgment for the +first bout; but the winners drew lots to see who they should wrestle +with the second time. Lot had Crow Wing for an antagonist on this +occasion, and Enoch was paired with Smith Hubbard, a hulking great +fellow, bigger and taller than any other boy in the crowd. But he was +also slower and more awkward than most, having won his first throw by +sheer weight rather than skill. Enoch threw him fairly at the second +trial, while the Indian lad quite as easily worsted young +Breckenridge.</p> + +<p>The winners drew again and Enoch had quite a tug with another +contestant; but Crow Wing put his antagonist on the ground three times +in succession, and with apparent ease. It was plain that the match was +to end with another contest between the Indian and Enoch Harding and +the interest waxed high. Enoch was determined to keep his head and +control his temper this time. Crow Wing was nominally his guest and he +played fair; there was no reason why he should not bear off all the +honors if he could do so. But the white boy determined to give the red +the fight of his life for the honor of champion wrestler.</p> + +<p>Enoch had long been considered the best wrestler among the boys of +his age. Although Lot was older and taller than him, he threw the +bigger boy easily. Crow Wing had quite as easily worsted young +Breckenridge; but when the Indian and Enoch finally faced each other in +the ring the latter gritted his teeth and determined to put forth every +ounce of strength, and use every legitimate trick he knew, to beat his +antagonist.</p> + +<p>He had recovered his wind now and felt fresh and strong. He measured +the lithe form of Crow Wing before the word was given and saw that, +although the Indian was doubtless stronger than he in the legs and +through the loins, where much of the strain comes in a wrestling match, +his own arms and shoulders were much better. Crow Wing ran a great +deal, or walked. He was on the trail almost continually, and thus his +leg muscles were splendidly developed. Whereas the white boy swung an +axe or wielded a hoe almost every day and the upper part of his body +was in excellent condition. He saw that if he could seize Crow Wing +quickly and with a first effort overpower him, the victory would be +his.</p> + +<p>So he went into the wrestling match with the intention of getting a +“down” at once, and the first round was over almost before +Crow Wing knew what Enoch was about. “A fair fall! a fair +fall!” cried the boys, and danced about the pair as it was seen +that both Crow Wing’s hips and his shoulders were squarely on the +turf. The Indian rose slowly, evidently much surprised by the white +boy’s tactics. If he was angry he did not show it. His face was +as passive as ever.</p> + +<p>“Quick work that,” said Bolderwood. “You’ll +have to wake up, Crow Wing, if you want to get the best of +Nuck.”</p> + +<p>“Hurrah for Nuck!” shouted the boys.</p> + +<p>But the second trial was another matter. Crow Wing approached +warily. He feinted several times and then leaped away when Enoch tried +to seize him as he had before. He had felt the power of the white +boy’s muscles, and he did not propose to allow a second quick +stroke. Enoch followed him around the ring and finally clutched him, +but at arms’ length. It was not a good hold; he knew it on the +instant. But he had as good a chance as Crow Wing and there they were, +swaying to and fro, and panting for several minutes, before either +obtained the advantage.</p> + +<p>Finally the Indian lad forced Enoch over his leg and slowly, yet +determinedly, pushed him backward to the ground. When they fell Crow +Wing was on top, but it was several moments ere he managed to force +Enoch’s shoulders and hips to the earth together. The second +round was declared won by Crow Wing and the boys took a rest before the +third and final one. Enoch was glad to see that his antagonist suffered +as much as he did this time, laboring for breath and with his face and +arms covered with perspiration. When Bolderwood called them for the +third round the Indian flung off his hunting shirt, thus showing that +he considered the white boy a worthy antagonist indeed.</p> + +<p>Enoch was more confident than before. He saw that he could not +repeat his first quick throw; but he would not be deceived again into +getting any uncertain hold. Crow Wing continued his former tactics, but +Enoch simply followed him about, feinting as well as the Indian, and at +last, when Crow Wing ran in, thinking he had a chance for an under +hold, he caught him like a young bear and hugged him to his chest until +the breath was fairly forced from the other’s lungs. Although +taller than the white boy the Indian was not so heavy and this display +of muscle startled him. With one arm caught between his own body and +Enoch’s he could do little to help himself and Enoch squeezed +hard before he let him go. Then, with a quick toss, stooping as he made +it, Enoch flung him, long legs and all, over his shoulder, and before +Crow Wing could rise he was upon him and held him down. The Indian was +so breathless that it was a small matter for Enoch to get the +“four points” necessary to win the fall and he rose at last +triumphant.</p> + +<p>The boys and girls cheered him and Bolderwood said he was a good +wrestler, and then Crow Wing, who had slipped into his shirt again, +came to him and said, with a still impassive face: “Umph! white +boy big wrestler–beat Crow Wing fair!” He held out his hand +gravely and, after shaking Enoch’s, stalked away while the others +were busy, his absence being unnoticed until it came time to go up to +the house for supper. “Guess he didn’t like being +licked,” said Robbie Baker to Enoch. “You better look out +for him, Nuck. My pa says them Injins is as treacherous as +wolves.”</p> + +<p>But somehow Enoch felt that Crow Wing was a better friend to him +than he had been before. Something in the Indian’s handshake +seemed to have told him this. The supper was quite as good as the boys +had expected. After the meal they shot at a target under ’Siah +Bolderwood’s direction and Robbie Baker, son of the greatest shot +in the settlement, as was expected, bore off the honors. The company +went home through the forest trails by moonlight and thus ended a long +and happy day, in which much that was useful had been accomplished as +well as a “good time” enjoyed.</p> + +<p>As Enoch stood at the door of the cabin and watched the red glow +from the fires in the newly cleared lot, he went over in his mind the +incidents of the day. Such holidays were not plentiful in his life. It +was mostly work and little play, and he would remember this occasion +for many months. He did not suspect how many months would elapse, and +how many momentous happenings would occur, before he saw all his young +friends together once again.</p> + +<hr class='pb' /> <h2><a id='link_6'></a>CHAPTER VII<br /><span +class='fss'>A NIGHT ATTACK</span></h2> + +<p>Not often did the Harding children enjoy such a day as that of the +stump-burning. Life was very real indeed to pioneer folks, although the +fact that every family in the community had to work hard left no +loophole for complaint on any side. There were no very poor people +then, and there were no immensely rich. It is only by comparison that +human beings become discontented with their lot.</p> + +<p>The widow’s children had to work little harder than their +neighbors. Their mother labored with them in the fields, as well as +paying full attention to her household duties. She could swing an axe +with most men in the township, and was no mean shot with the rifle. She +led the corn hoeing and taught the older boys to do those things which +were needful about the farm. The crops during this summer prospered +well, and after clearing up and barreling the ashes made during the +stump-burning, Enoch and Bryce ploughed and harrowed the new piece +along the creek’s edge. They sowed it to winter grain and hung +“scare-crows” all about the field to keep the wild birds +from pulling up the tender shoots when they appeared above the +mold.</p> + +<p>Besides leading her children in the work of the farm, Mistress +Harding paid more attention to their education than most parents of the +settlement could. There was a school in Bennington during the winter +months; but it was too far away for any of the Hardings to attend. But +the widow had been a school-teacher before her marriage and she had +brought some books with her from her old home. So part of almost every +day she taught her children. The girls and little Harry, who was just +learning his letters and “a-b, abs,” studied during the +daytime; but the older boys did their lessons by the light of the +candle dips, or lying on the hearth before the dancing fire. Both +summer and winter these studies were kept up and therefore Enoch and +his brothers and sisters were rather farther advanced in learning than +the other children of the scattered community.</p> + +<p>To this study Enoch took rather kindly; but to Bryce, who possessed +more of his father’s roving disposition, the school hour was +distasteful. Bryce, too, complained more than a little because he was +not allowed to go to Bennington on training days. He was growing +rapidly and was well nigh as big as his brother, and he felt that he +should be counted a member of the military company.</p> + +<p>This drilling in the manual of arms had become a very serious matter +to the Grants people. The Green Mountain Boys, which nickname had +before the end of the summer become fixed upon the bands, were divided +into four companies of which Seth Warner, ’Member Baker, Robert +Cochran and Gideon Warner were the captains. Ethan Allen was elected +colonel commanding by acclamation and plans were made to watch over +many of the outlying districts liable to be troubled most frequently by +the Yorkers. With all his impulsiveness, Allen was long-headed and +something of a strategist; yet he leaned to some extent upon Captain +Warner’s good sense. Warner was a man of much finer mould than +the chief of the Green Mountain Boys, was well educated and had a +personal following of his own in the Grants, second only to +Allen’s. But there was never any jealousy between them. +Allen’s was a nature too frank and generous to harbor such a +despicable feeling, while Warner was too deeply interested in the cause +to do so.</p> + +<p>Nuck Harding was a proud boy indeed, for he was nigh the youngest +among those who drilled. Such raiding as was done by the Green Mountain +Boys that year was the work of small parties under Allen, Warner, or +Cochran, and no general engagement occurred between the Grants settlers +and the New York authorities, so Nuck saw no real service. At home, +however, he and Bryce frequently talked over what they would do if +Simon Halpen should visit them. That he had been scouting about the +farm on the day of Sheriff Ten Eyck’s fiasco at James +Breckenridge’s place, the older boy was sure. He was certain that +the man he had seen beside the campfire in the wood, and whom Crow Wing +seemed to befriend, was the Yorker who, twice before, had tried to +drive the Hardings from their home. But neither the man nor the Indian +youth appeared in the neighborhood as the summer waned and the autumn +harvests approached.</p> + +<p>Nevertheless, after harvest, when the farm work was well cleared up, +the boys put into practice a plan which, after much thought they had +evolved. Many a frontier home of that, and an earlier day, had +connected with it an underground passage, or room which, although +usually devoted to the simple storage of potatoes and roots, could in +time of need be used as a refuge for the family. Of an Indian attack +there was little danger; but they did not know to what length the +Yorkers might go when once they did appear. Nuck believed Simon Halpen +to be a man without compassion or mercy, and that the house might be +attacked and burned over their heads.</p> + +<p>So, while still the frost held off, they constructed beneath the +fireplace a deep stonewalled apartment nearly eight feet +square–large enough to hold the entire family if need should +come. When finished the entrance was gained by raising a large flat +stone which was a part of the hearth. But the winter came without any +alarm to the Hardings, and drew its slow length across the green hills +and valleys like some albino monster of prehistoric times. The firs +were snow-crowned and the white mantle lay deep in the hollows. Bryce +and Enoch added generously to the family larder by the fruit of their +hunting-trips, for there was plenty of time for such sport now. They +had learned to weave snow-shoes in Indian fashion, too, and Bolderwood +taught Enoch to tan and “work” the deer hides so well that +their mother was able to use the pliable leather for moccasins for the +family. “Boughten” shoes they had; but they were kept for +best, for the money to purchase them with came hard indeed to the +widow.</p> + +<p>Not until the sap began to flow from the maples was winter counted +broken. Robbie Baker rode over about the middle of March and begged so +hard that Mrs. Harding allowed Enoch to return with him to help at the +Baker’s “sugaring.” There were plenty of fine maples +near the Baker house and Nuck was promised a share of the refined +sugar. There was no need of a hut at the sugar orchard, for they slept +at Baker’s house, and only a shelter was built over the great +kettle in which the sap was boiled. Captain Baker made the incisions in +the generous trees, and fitted the troughs; but Robbie and Nuck +collected the sap and brought it, bucket by bucket, to the fire which +Mrs. Baker tended. It was hard work but there was some fun connected +with it, too, and Nuck enjoyed his week’s visit–or would +have done so had it not been for the incident with which the outing +closed.</p> + +<p>Through the winter the people of the Grants had lived almost +entirely at peace with their troublesome neighbors over the border. But +there were certain active spirits among the Yorkers who were waiting +only for the coming of spring to continue their persecutions. Because +of the raids by the leaders of the Green Mountain Boys, there were +warrants out for several, and Captain Baker was one of these who was +wanted by the Albany authorities. The infamous John Munro who had +accepted the office of Justice of the Peace from the New York party, +gathered ten or twelve choice spirits on the night of March 22d, and +feeling the security of numbers approached the home of the +Grants’ remarkable marksman, his mind fixed firmly upon the +reward that had been offered for the apprehension of “the outlaw, +Baker.”</p> + +<p>The Green Mountain Boy was not a man to be attacked without due +consideration, and the Yorkers came to the house in the dead of night, +breaking in without warning, and capturing Captain Baker in his bed. +Even thus handicapped Baker fought with desperation and, overpowered by +numbers and cruelly wounded, only gave over the struggle when he saw +that the Yorkers were beating his wife and son as well.</p> + +<p>“I surrender to ye, ye dogs!” he cried. “But let +the woman and child alone,” and at that they ceased to belabor +Mrs. Baker and Robbie and set about removing the captive as +expeditiously as possible. Robbie had been asleep in the loft with his +guest when the attack was made and had run down the ladder to get at +the guns; but this last was impossible. Enoch’s rifle was +likewise down-stairs and he was unable to help his friends; but instead +of showing himself to the enemy he lifted a corner of the bark roof and +crept outside. It was dark, and although there was a watch kept without +the house, he was not observed and managed to reach the ground by +climbing down the corner logs.</p> + +<p>By this time Captain Baker was a prisoner. They allowed him to +partly dress and then securing him with thongs, brought him forth and +threw him into a sledge which was in waiting. Their haste was obvious. +Even in the night, and at this distance from any succor, the cowardly +justice and his friends feared that members of the Green Mountain +company would be aroused, and they had no wish to face Baker’s +comrades. Their idea was to get him across the Hudson and to Albany as +swiftly as possible.</p> + +<p>But Enoch, though unable to render his friends any assistance in the +fight, had not been idle. Keeping the house between him and the Yorkers +at the door, he reached the stable. Mrs. Baker’s voice rose above +the general din, begging the Yorkers to spare her husband–to at +least allow her to bind up the wound in his head before they took him +away. But they merely laughed at her request. It made Enoch grit his +teeth in rage, and pulling open the door of the stable he quickly +entered and flung the captain’s saddle upon the horse. Buckling +the girth tightly he backed the steed out of the hovel and was astride +it before the enemy observed him.</p> + +<p>With a smart slap on the creature’s flank Nuck sent the horse +tearing down the road to Bennington and was almost out of rifle shot +before the Yorkers realized his escape and the meaning of it. Several +shots followed him, so reckless were the justice’s companions, +but there was no pursuit. Instead, the villains tumbled into the sledge +and upon the backs of their own steeds, and amid the cries of the woman +and Robbie, took the way to the Twenty-Mile Line and Albany. The +prisoner’s wife and son scarcely realized what Nuck’s +escape meant; it looked as though the guest had fled when peril +threatened the helpless family. But Nuck very well knew what he was +about.</p> + +<p>It was still several hours before dawn, but the moon brilliantly +illumined the forest road and as the way was fairly well beaten, Nuck +set the horse at his fastest pace. He knew that he could find men at +Bennington–particularly at the Green Mountain Inn–who would +consider no hardship too great to assist the captured settler. Many of +Remember Baker’s own company of Green Mountain Boys would be in +town and Stephen Fay, the host, would be able to tell him where to find +these men quickly. It was a long ride to the Hudson and the hope of +overtaking the Yorkers and their prisoner spurred the boy on.</p> + +<p>On and on flew the horse and rider until at last the scattered +houses of the hamlet came into view. The settlement lay lifeless under +the cold winter sky; not a spiral of smoke rose from the broad-topped +chimneys, for the fires in every house were banked during the night, +and it was too early for the spryest kitchen-maid to be astir. The +horse thundered up to the door of the Catamount Inn and Nuck’s +wild halloa brought a night-capped head to the window +instantly–that of the innkeeper.</p> + +<p>“What might be the news, neighbor?” he demanded.</p> + +<p>“Captain Baker has been carried off by the Yorkers!” +shouted Nuck, and his words were heard by other night-capped heads at +other windows about the inn. “’Squire Munro and some others +came and got him out of bed. They’ve driven off toward the +Line.”</p> + +<p>“’Member Baker’s captured!” The word was +taken up by a dozen voices and the settlers dressed hurriedly and ran +forth from their houses. Meanwhile Master Fay had aroused certain men +who happened to be in his hostelry, as well as the stablemen in the +yard. There was a great bustle about the inn. “Boy!” cried +the innkeeper to Nuck, who still bestrode Captain Baker’s horse, +“do you go and call Isaac Clark and Joe Safford. They’ll +have their horses handy–and good horses, too, I’ll be +bound. Tell them to come here with saddle and rifle.”</p> + +<p>These two men lived at the other end of the village. Nuck routed +them out and in fifteen minutes was back with them at the inn. By that +time quite a crowd had collected and ten men beside Nuck were found to +be mounted and ready to set forth after the Yorkers. Each was a tried +Green Mountain Boy and eager to take satisfaction for the attack upon +their leader. Ten men were considered ample to attack the Yorkers, and +with a promise to the bystanders to recapture ’Member Baker, even +though they followed him to Albany, the cavalcade galloped away from +the Green Mountain Inn, Enoch riding in their train.</p> + +<hr class='pb' /> <h2><a id='link_7'></a>CHAPTER VIII<br /><span +class='fss'>THE TRAITOR’S WAY</span></h2> + +<p>Remember Baker lived at Arlington, and the distance from that new +settlement, it could hardly be called a village, to Bennington was +about two and a half miles. Enoch Harding might have given the alarm to +the neighbors of the captured man, but he knew that they would not be +able to pursue the Yorkers, for good horse flesh was scarce outside of +Bennington. And Robbie would doubtless rouse them, anyway, as soon as +he was recovered from his fright. As he saw it, Enoch believed his duty +to point to the Catamount Inn, and we have seen how quickly a company +was formed there for the chase of the Yorkers and their prisoner.</p> + +<p>Enoch had ridden Baker’s horse hard into town and now he +followed behind the ten rescuers, urging the animal to still greater +efforts. The hard-packed snow rang merrily under the hoofs of the +steeds. Fortunately the boy’s mount had been well +“sharpened” by the local smith shortly before, or riding +recklessly as he did the horse might have suffered a fall, and Enoch +been flung off. Nevertheless he could not keep up with Isaac Clark and +his companions, so gradually fell behind. His steed’s wind was +sound, however, and he pursued the trail steadily.</p> + +<p>The rescuers showed no hesitation in choosing their route. There +were but a few beaten trails and they knew the road John Munro and his +party would take with the prisoner to the bank of the Hudson. They +could not miss it. The road from Arlington broke into this main trail +at a point not far beyond the confines of Bennington and there it was +at once apparent that the sledge and horsemen had passed that way not +long before. There were plain marks of the runners and the ice and snow +were cut up by the feet of the flying horses. The fact that the Yorkers +numbered as many–if not more–than themselves, did not +disturb the Green Mountain Boys in the least. “A Grants man who +is not good for two or three of the scurvy Yorkers, is no good at +all!” Stephen Fay had declared when they set forth, and probably +the only emotions the ten felt as they rode on were eagerness and +wrath.</p> + +<p>Meanwhile, behind them raced Enoch Harding, desiring mightily to +“be in at the death,” as the fox-hunters say. His heavy +farmhorse could not compete with the mounts of the possé, however, and +with tears in his eyes he saw them increase the distance between +themselves and his animal. But he doggedly pursued the road, while the +clatter of hoofs grew mellow in the distance. The morning was very +still; the moon had sunk now and the stars were fading before the gray +light of the coming day. In the east behind him the sky was even +streaked with pink above the mountain-tops; the wind blew more keenly +and he suddenly awoke to the fact that he was almost perished with the +cold, for he had stopped for neither greatcoat nor mittens.</p> + +<p>Finally arriving at the top of a ridge of land he saw before +him–at least two miles along the road and just mounting another +ridge–a group of flying horses with a sledge in their midst, the +prisoner and his captors. At first he did not see the Green Mountain +Boys at all; but as his own horse plunged down the slope he suddenly +observed the squadron which had left the Bennington Inn, come out of +the dip of the valley where the trees were thickest, and begin the +ascent of the further ridge. The two parties were less than half a mile +apart.</p> + +<p>But from the elevation he was on Enoch had seen something else. The +second ridge was lower than this and over it and not very far beyond he +had caught a glimpse of the frozen Hudson! The river was not far away. +Would the settlers catch the scoundrelly New York justice and his +companions before they reached the river?</p> + +<p>And this must be done if they would rescue Captain Baker. It was all +very well to talk of following the party to Albany; but that would +simply result in the imprisonment of all in the jail. Once at the river +the Yorkers would be among friends and would find plenty of people to +help them beat off the Green Mountain Boys. The latter understood this +well enough. They did not need young Enoch Harding to tell them, and it +was quite evident to the boy that his friends were spurring their +horses desperately up the farther slope in a last grand burst of speed +to overtake the fugitives.</p> + +<p>On and on they sped and finally, when Enoch reached the dip of the +vale, Clark and his party were over the hill and had disappeared. The +boy dared not urge his horse up the ascent too rapidly and he lost much +precious time before reaching the summit. But once here he had a broad +outlook over the slope and plain beyond and if he could not be present, +at least he had an unobstructed view of the end of the chase. The Green +Mountain Boys had spurred down the hill madly and gained upon the +sledge so rapidly that the faint-hearted Yorkers were thrown into a +panic. The horses attached to the sledge gave out and one of them +slipped and fell in the harness. Instead of stopping to help Munro get +the animal on its feet, the horsemen, with the fear of punishment from +the angry pursuers before their eyes, rode on and scattered in the +thick woods beyond, leaving the doughty justice to meet the possé +alone. Munro was not a physical coward and he felt that with the +majesty of the law–New York law–behind him, he could face +Baker’s friends.</p> + +<p>They bore down upon him with threatening cries, but he stood his +ground and warned them at the top of his voice neither to shoot nor to +try to rescue his prisoner. There was no need of firearms, of course, +for they were ten to one now. But they laughed his authority to scorn. +What! allow him to carry ’Member Baker to Albany to be tried by a +judge who was himself interested in land speculations, and by a jury +antagonistic to the settlers of the Grants? It was preposterous!</p> + +<p>Baker, who suffered sorely from his wounds, was untied and placed +upon one of the horses which could carry double. The possé felt ugly, +but they did not harm the justice and after some wordy warfare rode +away again, leaving Munro to get his horse up and harnessed again to +the sledge without their help. His threats of future punishment for the +entire party were unnoticed. Their wild ride had been crowned with +success, for they had recovered their wounded comrade within a mile of +the Hudson River, and they took him home without any molestation.</p> + +<p>But Captain Baker was weak from the loss of blood and terribly +shaken by the experience and was in bed and under the care of a surgeon +for some days. The news of the Yorkers’ raid spread throughout +the Grants and the settlers whose fears had been lulled to sleep by the +peace of the winter, were roused to a realization of the fact that the +land grabbers intended to be quite as active in the future as they had +been in the past. The next training day the conversation of the Green +Mountain Boys who were present in Bennington was bitter indeed. +Cochran, and such reckless spirits, were for retaliating with fire and +bullet on the New York border. Nevertheless Warner and other more +moderate men counseled forbearance.</p> + +<p>“We overawed the sheriff’s army last year, it is true. +But at that time we had given the people of New York no reasonable +excuse for attacking us,” declared Warner. “We’ve +beech-sealed more than one surveyor and warned New York settlers off +the farms they had stolen since then. We’ve been obliged to use +force and now force will be used against us. But I find that many of +these New York settlers have been brought here under a misapprehension. +They did not understand the controversy before they got the farms, and +believed that the land-grabbers really owned the property of which they +are in possession. To visit our righteous wrath upon helpless women and +children will not help the cause of the Grants.”</p> + +<p>Many of his hearers, however, were not convinced. +“’Member Baker’s been beaten and his wife and boy +ill-treated. What are we going to do about it?” was the +demand.</p> + +<p>“Complaint has already been made to Governor Tryon of New +York, and John Munro may be punished by his own side for what he did +the other night.”</p> + +<p>“And there’s ’Member’s gun,” spoke up +another ill-affected partisan. “Munro stole it and has got it to +his house. I’m told so by a neighbor of his. ’Member thinks +a deal of that gun.”</p> + +<p>“I’ll get that,” said Warner, quickly. +“’Member shall have his property back before next training +day.”</p> + +<p>And with that promise the disaffected spirits were satisfied for the +time being. When Enoch rode away from Bennington on his return home +that afternoon, the Connecticut giant overtook him on the road. Warner +was a fine-looking man, younger even than Ethan Allen and idolized by +the women and children of the community as Allen was by the men. But +there was nothing effeminate about Warner. He was of the better class +of borderers, possessing more education than most of his neighbors and +with that measure of refinement and cultivation which placed George +Washington above the majority of his associates. Warner had no +patrician bearing, however, but entered into the work, sports and +pursuits of his fellows. He was a superb horseman and rode on this day +a mount which the governor of New York himself might covet.</p> + +<p>Enoch Harding had grown used, by this time, to seeing these +prominent leaders of the Grants and had spoken with Captain Warner +before. “Master Harding, your road lies my way for some +distance,” declared Warner, smiling on the boy. “We will go +together.”</p> + +<p>“You do not ride this way frequently, sir,” said +Enoch.</p> + +<p>“Nay. But you heard my promise to-day. I must get +’Member’s gun. That rascally Munro may have to be taught a +lesson, too.”</p> + +<p>“But will you go alone?” cried the boy.</p> + +<p>Warner laughed. “Why, it is a peaceful mission. See–I +have not even my rifle–only my sword as captain of our military +company. A show of force might only make matters worse–and dear +knows they are bad enough as it stands.”</p> + +<p>“Munro will be among his friends, sir. Ought you not to have +somebody with you?”</p> + +<p>“There might be some doubt regarding that, Master Harding. A +man like Munro is never blessed with an overabundance of friends. He +may have minions that, for wage, would help him in his nefarious deeds. +But I shall meet him when he least expects to see a Green Mountain Boy +and I fear no serious trouble. But if you have doubt as to my +safety,” and he smiled again, “you may ride with me and see +that the doughty ’Squire does not capture and run away with me as +he attempted to with Captain Baker.”</p> + +<p>Enoch’s eyes sparkled at this permission and he spurred on +after Captain Warner although the direction was one which carried him +some distance out of his way. A two hours’ ride brought them to +the settlement where the New York justice lived. Before they reached +the place the figure of Warner was spied and recognized and Munro met +the Green Mountain Boy in the roadway before his own house, surrounded +by several of his neighbors. Enoch kept in the rear and as they rode up +the boy unslung his gun and laid it across his saddle. Warner smiled as +he noted this act, and then his face grew stern again as he drew rein +before the much-hated Yorker.</p> + +<p>“Master Munro,” he said, without parley, “it has +been brought to my attention that, upon your late evening visit to +Captain Remember Baker, you carried away from his house a certain +weapon which Captain Baker highly prizes. You mistook it for your own, +I presume, and the duties of your office have doubtless been so onerous +since then that you have not had opportunity to return it. Happening to +be in this neighborhood I have stopped to request the return of the +gun.”</p> + +<p>“Ha, ye rebel!” exclaimed Munro. “Dare ye put +yourself in the lion’s jaws in this way? I’ll show +ye―”</p> + +<p>“Whether I have put myself in the jaws of a lion or a jackal +may be a question which is aside from our present discussion,” +interrupted Warner, scornfully. “I have come for Captain +Baker’s property.”</p> + +<p>“Baker is an outlaw–as are you,” declared Munro, +wrathfully, “and as such I took away his arms. An’ I shall +keep the gun.”</p> + +<p>“Now, ’Squire, if you had stated the reverse of that +proposition I should have the more easily believed you,” cried +Warner, with flashing eyes. “Even a New York justice of the peace +may not rob his neighbor with impunity in the Grants. I shall carry +that gun away with me to-day. So, sir, deliver it without further +ado!”</p> + +<div class='figcenter'> <img src='images/i122.jpg' id="img004" alt='' /> <p class='center caption sc'>H<span class='fss'>E</span> W<span class='fss'>HIPPED</span> O<span class='fss'>UT</span> H<span class='fss'>IS</span> S<span class='fss'>WORD</span></p></div><!-- figure --> + +<p>“Ye threaten me, do ye?” cried Munro, lashing himself +into a rage. “Seize this villain, neighbors! I call on ye to +assist in the capture of Seth Warner, the outlaw!” He seized the +bridle of Warner’s horse, which reared with him and struck out +angrily. But the justice hung on, still calling to the bystanders to +interfere and help him. Enoch urged his own horse forward; but there +was no fear of the neighbors aiding in Seth Warner’s capture. +They refused to do so, and perhaps as much out of fear of the +Connecticut man himself, as out of dislike for the justice.</p> + +<p>Warner’s horse was a mettlesome beast and Munro’s act in +seizing the bridle angered it. The Green Mountain boy had all he could +do to handle his steed for a moment and, as Munro continued to cling to +the bridle, Warner suddenly whipped out his sword and whirling it about +his head brought the flat of the weapon down upon the officer’s +pate! The blow caused Munro to relax his hold and knocked him to the +ground, where he lay, roaring with pain and anger. Warner rode over him +and approached the open door of the house to which Mrs. Munro, +frightened by her husband’s overthrow, quickly brought the gun in +question and handed it to the victor.</p> + +<p>“Many thanks, ’Squire Munro!” cried Warner, waving +the gun above his head and holding in his charger. “And when next +ye seek to impound me, come in force, sir–come in force!” +and letting his mount go, he and Enoch rode away at a swift canter.</p> + +<p>Young Harding went home that night full of the afternoon’s +doings, and loud in his praise of Captain Warner’s prowess. He +and Bryce made many plans for the reception of the Yorkers if they came +to their farm; but after this matters were quiet for some weeks and the +settlers were enabled to begin the spring work and get the seed into +the ground in peace. On May 19th Governor Tryon sent a letter to the +Grants proposing a conference and promising amnesty to all those who +had taken an active part in the raids of the Green Mountain Boys +excepting Ethan Allen, Seth Warner, Baker and Robert Cochran. The King +had commanded that New York do nothing further toward surveying or +settling the lands east of Lake Champlain and the Twenty-Mile Line +until the difficulty could be properly adjusted, and Tryon promised +that the land-grabbers should be kept away from the Grants.</p> + +<p>The farmers were delighted with this letter. They had been living in +continual fear of dispossession since the first attack on the +Breckenridge farm in ’69. Now they felt that they would be free +to follow the peaceful pursuits of their calling and began to improve +their possessions, believing that, after all, the right would prevail. +None were more pleased at this turn of affairs than the widow Harding +and Enoch. Bryce, it must be confessed, felt a little disappointed that +he had seen no active service; but they were all happy in their work +and the Harding place bade fair to be one of the most profitable farms +in the township that year.</p> + +<p>The boys labored well and after the second corn hoeing in August the +work was so far along that Enoch was able to accompany ’Siah +Bolderwood on a hunting trip. The old ranger, lacking any regular +abiding place of his own, often visited the Hardings and helped in the +work of the farm. But he was a wanderer by nature and could not stay in +one place long at a time. So, being off to the northward, the widow +allowed Enoch to join him for a week or two.</p> + +<p>It was not wholly game that Bolderwood was after, however. At least, +not game for present killing. He was mapping out his next +winter’s campaign against the wild creatures of the forest. His +strings of traps and dead-falls would be laid along the route which he +and his young comrade traversed. Reaching the southern extremity of +Lake Champlain Bolderwood found a canoe which, well hidden in a hollow +log–all that remained of a monster king of the woodland–had +lain untouched since his last visit to the lake. In this light bark +they set sail upon that beautiful body of water on the shores of which +the French and English had so often met in battle. It has been well +said that the Champlain Valley was the school grounds of the early +colonists, and that here were largely unfolded the elements of +character which became of supreme importance in the Revolutionary +struggle.</p> + +<p>On the west bank of this lower, and narrower, portion of the lake, +stood the frowning walls of Fort Ticonderoga–“Old Ti” +as the settlers called it–wrested not long since from the French +backed by their Huron and Algonquin allies. That promontory signalized +a more ancient landmark of history even than the Pilgrim stone at +Plymouth, and one quite as important to our country at large. Eleven +years before the Mayflower began her voyage to America, Champlain met +the Iroquois in battle on the site of Ticonderoga, and this battle made +the Iroquois the friends of the English and the enemies of the French +for generations. Ticonderoga was an important link in the chain of +French posts extending from the St. Lawrence to the Mississippi, which +was designed to shut the English colonists into that narrow strip of +the continent east of the Alleghanies.</p> + +<p>From the beginning Fort Frederick (Crown Point) and Ticonderoga were +a menace to the English. From these points the red allies of the French +descended upon the border settlements to the south and burned and +pillaged at pleasure. Two fearful campaigns were needed to reduce +Ticonderoga and place the command of the Champlain in the hands of the +British. Since its capture Ticonderoga had fallen somewhat into decay, +for with the changing of the Canadian government from French to +English, danger of attack, even by Indian bands, from the north was +little to be expected by the settlers who had flocked into the rich +lands near the lake after the close of the war.</p> + +<p>Bolderwood and his young comrade passed Old Ti and, continuing up +the lake, paddled by Crown Point and reached the mouth of the Otter. +Here they encamped for several days, hunting and fishing, and living in +a nomadic fashion that charmed Enoch. But when they were about to +return another party of hunters came to the spot–men whom +Bolderwood knew–bound for the upper end of the lake and into the +wilderness lying east of that point. Enoch could not go so far because +of the work on the farm; but he urged Bolderwood to accompany this +party, as he knew very well he could find his way home in safety by +either the land or water route. In fact, he rather coveted the chance +to make his way home alone, for he wished to prove to the ranger his +ability to do for himself.</p> + +<p>It was therefore arranged that the boy should take +Bolderwood’s canoe and go up Otter Creek to a certain +settler’s house, there to leave the canoe and make his way +overland to Bennington, and the next day they separated. The hunters +did not start until afternoon on their northern journey, however, and +Enoch left at the same time. Not far up the creek was a settlement of +Hampshire farmers who on one occasion had been driven out by Yorkers in +the employ of a Scotchman named Reid. But the Yorkers who had taken +these farms stayed but a short time and the real owners of the property +had come back the year before. Here Enoch expected to remain the first +night of his lonely journey.</p> + +<p>He did not arrive until late, however, and the houses were in +darkness–indeed they seemed deserted. The mill (built by Colonel +Reid’s followers) stood silent, the stones having been broken by +the Green Mountain Boys on the occasion of the driving out of the New +York settlers. Enoch, having heard such good accounts of this +settlement, was astonished by the appearance of inactivity.</p> + +<p>Nevertheless he landed and soon found a stockade surrounding a +blockhouse, which was evidently occupied. The people seemed to live +under this single roof as though they were in fear of an Indian raid, +and the boy approached the place cautiously. He was not molested, +however, for no watch was being kept; but when he rapped smartly on the +door he knew by the sudden hush of voices within that the occupants of +the dwelling were startled. There was the clatter of arms and a sudden +command. Fearing that he might be treated as an enemy, Enoch knocked +again and was about to raise his voice in the “view halloa” +of the settlers, when the door was snapped open for an instant and the +sharp blade of a sword thrust out of the darkness, the light of the +candles having been quenched at his first summons.</p> + +<p>The boy sprang back with an exclamation of fear, and only his +agility saved him from serious injury, for the point of the sword cut a +slit in his hunting coat. And the attack, so utterly unexpected, quite +deprived him of speech or further motion as the heavy door slammed in +his face. Such a welcome was, to say the least, disconcerting.</p> + +<hr class='pb' /> <h2><a id='link_8'></a>CHAPTER IX<br /><span +class='fss'>THE OTTER CREEK RAID</span></h2> + +<p>The late visitor at the Otter Creek settlement shrank away from the +door and, dumbfounded by the sword-thrust which was evidently meant for +his heart instead of his coat, waited to see what the next move of +those in the blockhouse would be. He heard low voices and words which +sounded like military commands. Suppose the occupants of the wooden +fort should fire upon him?</p> + +<p>At this idea he dropped upon all fours and it is perhaps well that +he did so, for one bullet did come from a loophole, singing viciously +above his head. Then an angry voice of command rose on the night air: +“Haud yir hand, mon! Let’s see an’ it be fri’nd +or foe.” The tone and accent were broadly Scotch, and this, too, +added to Enoch’s amazement. He had not heard of Scotch people +coming to Otter Creek since those placed there by Colonel Reid had been +driven forth. At once his suspicions were aroused, but he cried +aloud:</p> + +<p>“I am a friend and am alone. I only came for a night’s +lodging.”</p> + +<p>“’Tis a laddie, mon! There’s naught t’ +fear,” declared the voice within, as though answering some +objection which Enoch could not hear. The candles were lighted and in +another moment the door was opened again, revealing a tall, raw-boned +Scot with a shock of red hair and beard. He grasped a bared sword, +almost as big as a two-handed claymore, and he looked sternly upon the +boy as the latter approached.</p> + +<p>“Ha! ’tis wrang for a laddie t’ be oot this time +o’ night,” he declared. “Air ye sure +alone?”</p> + +<p>“Quite alone,” Enoch replied. “I have been hunting +west of here and we camped at the mouth of the creek. My comrades have +gone northward and I was returning home by way of the creek. I did not +know that the settlers here were in fear of Indians―”</p> + +<p>“Ha! ’tis little we think o’ them rid chiels. +There’s war nor they in yon forest-land, an’ well we ken +that.”</p> + +<p>“Who do you mean?” demanded Enoch, now stepping within +the open door.</p> + +<p>“Why, the robber Allen, an’ his followers. We do oor +wark wi’ guns in oor han’s for fear of them same outlaws. +Eh, mon! but they’re a bold mob.”</p> + +<p>Enoch made no reply, but advanced to the gun rack and stood up his +rifle and dropped his pack. He knew now what had occurred at the +settlement. The land-grabber Reid had come back to the Grants, ousted +the Hampshire settlers, and again established minions of his own in +their places. The boy glanced about and saw at least a dozen hardy +looking Scots. Every one of them had doubtless served in Colonel +Reid’s regiment of Highlanders. They were descended from men +almost as wild and bloodthirsty as the red Indians themselves, and +although ordinarily they might be harmless enough, that thrust of the +sword had shown Enoch that they were likely to fight first and inquire +the reason for it afterward. They had come to Otter Creek in force this +time, and evidently determined to battle for their master’s +holdings under the New York law.</p> + +<p>But the man who had let him in, and who was a Cameron, was evidently +bent upon treating hospitably the guest which he had so nearly run +through with his sword. “Jamie Henderson,” he said to one +of the solemn faced Scots, “speir ane o’ the wimmen +t’ gie us a bite for the lad,” and the repast which was +prepared and put before him was generous and kindly given. While he was +eating and John Cameron sat by to watch him enjoy the food, Enoch +gathered courage to ask a few questions.</p> + +<p>“We heard down Bennington way that Colonel Reid’s people +had left this land and the settlers who formerly owned it had come +back,” he said, suggestively. The Scot’s eyes contracted as +he looked at the visitor. “Aye, aye?” he said, +questioningly. “How long have you been here?” queried the +boy.</p> + +<p>“Sin’ June. The men ye call settlers were nae proper +holders o’ their titles. Lieutenant-Colonel Reid bought this land +and put fairmers here first.”</p> + +<p>“But he did not get his title from New Hampshire,” Enoch +said.</p> + +<p>“Nae–w’y should he? New York owns the land to yon +big river–th’ Connecticut call ye it? Our fri’nds +settled here in ’69. The titles these auld settlers held wes no +guide–na, na! But Colonel Reid is a guide mon–’deed +yes.”</p> + +<p>“How do you make that out?” demanded Enoch. He wanted to +tell the Scot what he thought of this business, but he dared not. He +knew Ethan Allen and the other leaders of the Green Mountain Boys +should know of it, and as he, perhaps, was the first to learn of the +return of the Scotch, he must get away early in the morning and reach +Bennington in the quickest possible time. While the Grants men were +resting in supposed safety and peace because of Governor Tryon’s +letter promising inactivity on the part of the land speculators, the +latter were hurrying their minions over the line, evicting the rightful +owners of the Grants, and stealing their farms. The boy’s heart +swelled with anger; but he was wise enough to hold his tongue and say +nothing to rouse the suspicions of the Scots.</p> + +<p>In reply to his question regarding Colonel Reid’s +“guideness” Cameron told how he, with other Scots, had +landed in New York early in June and had been engaged by the Colonel at +once to go and occupy his land in the Disputed Territory. Reid came +with them to the settlement, being at considerable expense to transport +them, their wives, children and baggage. The day after their arrival +while viewing the land covered by Reid’s title, they observed a +crop of Indian corn, wheat, and garden stuff, and a stack of hay +belonging to two New England men who, according to Cameron, had +squatted on the land without right or title. Reid paid these two men +$15 for their standing crops and the hay and made over the same to his +new tenants. This was a novel way of telling how the owners of the +titles to the farms received from the New Hampshire governor years +before, were evicted. But Enoch held his peace. He had considerable +doubt in his own mind regarding Colonel Reid’s +“guideness,” nevertheless, and rose early in the morning +and left the settlement in Bolderwood’s canoe. Instead of keeping +on up the Otter he turned back to the lake. The route by which he and +the ranger had come from Bennington would be far shorter than the one +he had started upon; so he went back that way. News of the return of +Reid’s people must be conveyed to Ethan Allen and the other +leaders of the Green Mountain Boys as quickly as possible.</p> + +<p>He scarcely stopped for food, so anxious was he to get home. He met +nobody on his trip until he reached Manchester and there his story was +hardly believed, for the letter of the New York governor in May, +inviting the Grants representatives to a council, had made a strong and +favorable impression upon public sentiment. This council had advised +that all legal processes against the Grants settlers cease and even now +the echoes had not died away of the jubilation of the deluded people +over what was considered the end of the bitter controversy.</p> + +<p>But when he arrived at home and told his mother of his discovery +she, like the truly patriotic woman she was, became vastly disturbed. +“You may not rest idly here, Enoch, while such wrong is being +done. Colonel Allen should know of it at once. He rode past here but +yesterday on his way to Bennington, and gave us a cry. He asked for +you, too,” she said, with pride, “and told me how well you +carried yourself at training. There is a council being held in town +to-day, I believe, for I suspect that Colonel Allen and Captain Warner +have not been deceived by the false promises of Governor Tryon. And +this business at the Otter Creek will wake up many of those who would +cry ‘Peace!’ when there is no peace. Bryce will saddle the +horse for you, Enoch,” she added, “and while you eat I will +prepare your best breeches and coat. You cannot appear at the inn +before the gentlemen in your old clothing.”</p> + +<p>The careful woman bustled away and laid out her son’s Sabbath +suit and his boughten shoes and, tired as Enoch was, he rode away +toward Bennington an hour after reaching the ox-bow farm.</p> + +<p>As his mother had declared, Colonel Allen and several other leaders +were in conference in Stephen Fay’s private parlor, and when he +had whispered his story to the innkeeper, the latter brought him at +once before the gentlemen, rightly considering the matter of such +importance as to brook no delay in the telling. Never before had Enoch +seen Ethan Allen in any capacity but that of a leader in action. In the +boy’s mind he had ever been connected with scenes of riot, or in +the capacity of a commander on training day. But it was a very serious +looking group which surrounded the table now, and the man at the head +of the board lacked nothing in dignity and stern bearing in comparison +with the other members of the committee.</p> + +<p>It was Allen, however, who turned from the subject under discussion +and beckoned Master Fay and Enoch nearer. “What have we +here?” he asked. “Something of moment, I warrant, from the +look on Stephen’s face. And there is young Nuck Harding. Is aught +amiss in your district, lad?”</p> + +<p>“Nay, Colonel,” Enoch replied; “but I have been in +the north and bring back news that my mother was sure you would wish to +hear at once. So I rode over without delay to tell you, sir.”</p> + +<p>“God bless the woman!” Allen exclaimed, heartily. +“She’s fighting away there in the wilderness with her pack +of babies in a way to make grown men blush. I was by there but +yesterday.... And what’s the news you bring, Nuck?”</p> + +<p>“The Yorkers have come back to the mill on Otter +Creek.”</p> + +<p>“What, sir?” cried Allen, leaping from his chair.</p> + +<p>“That’s not to be believed,” cried one of the +others. “How know ye this, boy?”</p> + +<p>Enoch told them, using few words; but the tremor in his voice showed +the depth of his feeling. The injury done the settlers–the +treachery of the Yorkers–had affected him as it had his mother. +Allen listened with marked attention, having dropped back into his +wide-armed chair, but he watched the boy’s countenance the while. +“Egad!” cried he when the story was done, +“there’s a boy after my own heart. He knows when he sees a +snake in the brush!” Then he turned instantly to his companions. +“We will postpone this other matter, gentlemen. What we may do in +the event of his Majesty’s placing other and more onerous burdens +upon these colonies, affects us not so nearly as what these New York +Tories do to us now. We have no standing either with the colonies or +with the King; we are outlaws, forsooth; our hand is against every +man’s and every man’s hand against us. Yet, belike in time +the trouble between the King and the colonies may be the salvation of +the Hampshire Grants.</p> + +<p>“We have other business now. I am away at once, +friends,” he said, rising again. “Do so to me and more +also, if I allow more time than is necessary to pass before I fall upon +those Scotch scoundrels and smite them hip and thigh! Send the word +around, Stephen Fay. Let them that will gather here. Be sure Warner +knows of this; I will send for ’Member myself. His company will +be first ready, I have no doubt. ’Member’s wound is scarce +yet healed, and the sting of it needs dressing,” and he laughed, +knowing Captain Baker’s fiery temper and his hatred of the +Yorkers who had served him so evilly that very spring. “Let it be +known that we start from Bennington by sunrise.”</p> + +<p>Enoch returned home, more than a little puffed with pride because of +Colonel Allen’s commendation and although he was too young to +join the party which, under Allen and Captain Baker, marched to punish +the Scots at Vergennes, he knew that his fortunate discovery would make +him something of a hero in the eyes of his mates. The Green Mountain +Boys fell upon the Scots unexpectedly, burned the cabins, pastured +their horses in the standing corn, broke the millstones to pieces, and +drove the New York settlers to Crown Point where they took shelter +until the land-speculator, Reid, could gain them transportation to +other and more honestly acquired lands. As for Reid himself, had he +been overtaken by the Grants men he certainly would have been +“viewed”–a phrase used by the Green Mountain Boys, +meaning to be whipped. The settlement was, however, for the time being +abandoned by both parties, for it was so deep in the wilderness that +neither could properly defend it from attack.</p> + +<hr class='pb' /> <h2><a id='link_9'></a>CHAPTER X<br /><span +class='fss'>THE WARNING</span></h2> + +<p>After his return from this hunting trip, Enoch Harding was forced to +neglect the training days on several occasions because of the increased +work at home. The harvest was soon upon them and nobly had the fields +of the ox-bow farm borne for the widow and her children. While they +were hard at work getting under cover, or in stack, the last of their +crops, the Manchester Convention was held, from which James +Breckenridge and Captain Jehiel Hawley were sent to London to represent +the struggling settlers, their former minister to the king, Samuel +Robinson, having died before accomplishing the work which he had so +well begun.</p> + +<p>With the discovery that Governor Tryon’s declaration of an +armistice had been an act of treachery, and that the Yorkers were +likely to continue their raids and seize the honestly purchased lands +of the New Hampshire settlers, as Colonel Reid had at Vergennes, the +Hardings began to fear the return of Simon Halpen again. But the summer +and fall passed without the little family being alarmed. With the snow +came hog-killing, and among pioneer people this season was usually one +of rejoicing. In the old times it had been a sort of festival, for with +the first fall of snow all danger from marauding bands of red men +ceased. The Indians would not send out war parties when every footstep +would be plainly visible to the white settlers. The pioneers longed for +the snow as soon as their scanty crops were out of the field, for they +were safe then until the spring. So instead of celebrating +“harvest home” they rejoiced at “hog killing +time.”</p> + +<p>The Hardings had quite a drove of hogs which ran wild in the forest +during the summer and fed on the mast in the fall. But every few days +the widow fed them near the hovel, so as to keep them in the habit of +coming home, and particularly to teach the youngsters where to come if +the old swine should be killed by bears or wild-cats. Now the whole +drove was brought up and “folded” and for two weeks every +member of the family was busy. During that time the bulk of their +winter’s meat was salted down, the toothsome sausage made, and +all the other delicacies which old-fashioned folks knew so well how to +prepare from the pig. Somebody has said that at our present day +abatoirs they can put to some use every part of the animal but the +pig’s squeal; pioneer housewives were almost as economical.</p> + +<p>When the hard work was over Mistress Harding allowed the children to +invite some of the neighborhood youngsters for an evening frolic and +such a gathering had not been enjoyed since the famous stump burning. +Enoch was nearly sixteen now and although Bryce was almost as tall as +his elder brother, the first named was broadening out wonderfully. Few +young men of Bennington under nineteen could have thrown Enoch in a +match of strength, and he had really become the head of the household. +But he was still enough of a boy to enjoy the party to the full.</p> + +<p>There was an old hovel near the house, but nearer the river bank, +which their father had first erected–even before building the +house itself–when he came to the ox-bow, and for years this hovel +had sheltered the cattle. But the fall before he died the pioneer had +erected a new and better stable and shed, quite handy to the house. The +children, therefore, had long considered this hovel their own especial +playhouse. At spare moments Enoch and Bryce built a stone and clay +chimney and laid a good hearth in the old structure, and now they +planned to have the party here, where they could do quite as they +pleased.</p> + +<p>The girls had scoured the woods for beech, hazel, and hickory nuts, +and Robbie Baker came over on his horse with nigh a bushel of peeled +chestnuts which his father brought him from Manchester way after the +first frost. Then, there were potatoes to roast and a wild turkey which +Nuck had shot two days before and hung in the smoke-house. The bird was +not plucked, but after being entrailed was stuffed with chestnuts to +give it a flavor and then rolled in the tub of sticky clay brought up +from the creek bottom. This great ball was put in the fire early so +that by supper-time it would be done to a turn. The pigs’ tails +had all been saved and cleaned, too, and being likewise rolled in clay +were baked in the ashes.</p> + +<p>The girls had brought flour bread and made Johnny-cake, and although +there was no tablecloth, the long board table was roomy and fairly +groaned under the good things heaped upon it. The ball of mud, all hard +and red now and cracked like a badly burned brick, was rolled out upon +the hearth and Enoch broke it with one blow of the axe. The hard shell +fell apart and to the burned clay adhered every feather and pin-quill +of the great gobbler which would not have weighed an ounce less than +twenty-five pounds. And the flesh was done to a turn.</p> + +<p>In the midst of the good time, while the fun waxed furious, the door +of the hovel opened and there stood in the opening the tall, slim +figure of Crow Wing. As he had come unbidden to the stump burning, so +he came now unexpectedly to this frolic. The white children welcomed +him boisterously, for his people had moved away from the Walloomscoik +and for months he had not been seen near Bennington. But Crow Wing had +evidently not come to join in the merrymaking. His face was impassive +and much older in expression than it had been the year before. And in +his hair was a bunch of eagle feathers which showed that, to his own +people even, he was now a brave and no longer a boy.</p> + +<p>“Umph!” he grunted, drawing the blanket draped from his +shoulders more closely around him. “Harding–me talk to +you!” He looked boldly at Enoch, and the latter waving the others +back, followed the Indian out of the hovel. Without speaking or looking +behind him Crow Wing led the white boy to the riverside, and some +distance from the hovel. There he halted and pointed suddenly across +the stream in the direction of that place in the forest where Enoch had +once seen the mysterious white man sitting beside the campfire.</p> + +<p>“’Member?” asked Crow Wing, flashing a keen glance +at the white boy.</p> + +<p>“The man in the woods!” exclaimed Enoch. “You wish +to tell me something about him?”</p> + +<p>“Umph! He come again. Look out. Crow Wing tell you, because +white boy strong–know how to fight. Watch ’em sharp!” +and with this brief declaration the Indian youth strode away and the +astonished Enoch watched him disappear in the tall brush along the +creek bank. He went back to the merry party at the hovel with a heavy +heart and not until after the last of the visitors had gone +home–the boys swinging pine torches and giving the warwhoop to +scare off any lurking wolves or catamounts–did Enoch find +opportunity to tell his mother of Crow Wing’s warning.</p> + +<p>“Simon Halpen is surely coming to evict us,” he +declared. “I am sure it was he I saw in the forest last year. And +now, taking advantage of our being lulled by hopes of peace, he will +try to strike an unexpected blow as Colonel Reid did.”</p> + +<p>“The neighbors will help us,” the widow said.</p> + +<p>“But suppose he comes with a big force? And we cannot expect +the neighbors to neglect their own homes,” said Enoch. “I +will try and see Captain Baker, if you think it best, +mother.”</p> + +<p>“Captain Baker will help us. He knows how hard it would be if +the Yorkers stripped us of our all. He is a kind-hearted man, though +often rude and fretful.”</p> + +<p>“Well, marm, he has cause to be fretful,” said Enoch. +“Perhaps we can get a few of the boys to stay with us nights for +awhile.”</p> + +<p>And this they did, for Captain Baker sent three or four sturdy Green +Mountain Boys around to the widow’s farm every night for a week. +But the Yorker and his crew did not appear. At this time, when he might +have been of such assistance to them, ’Siah Bolderwood was away. +He had recently bought a track of land on the lake shore not far from +Old Ti and had gone to look it over and build some sort of a camp +there, thus utilizing his time to good advantage before the trapping +season began.</p> + +<p>Even after their fears were lulled, either Enoch or Bryce remained +always in sight of the house. But about a fortnight after the +hog-killing frolic an incident occurred which served to take both Bryce +and Enoch away from the cabin. There had been a second fall of snow and +the nights were becoming very cold. But all the wild animals had not +yet sought their winter sleeping quarters, for there descended upon the +Hardings’ hog-pen an old bear who evidently desired one more meal +of succulent pork before retiring to his burrow. The remaining swine +were shut up now in a close yard of logs; but the bear got over that +fence with ease.</p> + +<p>The trouble occurred in the early morning and aroused by the clamor +Enoch, despite the inch or two of snow on the ground, grabbed the rifle +and ran out just as he got out of bed and without shoes or stockings. +But when he saw the huge bear seeking to climb out of the enclosure, +hugging a lively shote to his furry breast, the boy was not likely to +notice the cold and snow. He climbed the end logs of the hog-pen +himself so as to get a shot at the marauder, and rested the rifle on +the top rail; but the logs were slippery and just as he pulled the +trigger he went down himself and the charge flew high over the +bear’s head, while Enoch sprawled most ungracefully on the +ground.</p> + +<p>The old bear uttered a wild “oof-oof!” and without +trying to climb the barrier again, flung his huge body against it and a +length of the fence went down with a crash. By this time Bryce, who had +kept the old musket by his side since Crow Wing’s warning, and +slept in the loft, was aroused by the disturbance, and he pushed up the +corner of the bark roof and blazed away at the beast just as it +scrambled through the wreck of the hog fence. The bear had continued to +cling to the squealing and kicking shote, for bruin is a strangely +perverse and obstinate creature, unwilling to give up what he has once +set his mind upon. There was a wild shriek of agony from the poor pig +and when the bear moved clumsily away still clinging to the porker +there was a broad trail of blood on the snow.</p> + +<p>“I shot him! I shot him!” yelled Bryce, dodging down +into the loft and beginning to hastily pull on his breeches. But when +he came down-stairs Enoch had returned to the house and was calmly +dressing. “Why didn’t ye foller him?” demanded the +younger boy. “He’s bad wounded. He’d dropped that +shote in a minute.”</p> + +<p>“You killed the shote all right,” said Enoch in disgust. +“Neither of the shots touched the bear at all. There’s no +use chasing after the critter now. We’ll wait till after +breakfast. He won’t go far, lugging that shote.”</p> + +<p>The bear was fat and in the best possible condition for salting down +for winter use. So even Mrs. Harding had no objection to make when the +boys started after breakfast to follow the trail. She herself, with the +help of the younger children, collected the hogs in the pen again and +put up the log fence. Meanwhile Nuck and Bryce found that the bear had +made for a piece of swamp about two miles away. The swamp was close +grown with saplings and brush, while here and there a monster tree shot +skyward. Some of these big trees were so old that they had become +hollow and without doubt there was more than one lair of wild creatures +in the swamp.</p> + +<p>But it was easy enough to follow the early morning visitor to the +cabin. After carrying the shote into the edge of the swamp, bruin had +stopped and made a hasty meal upon the porker. Indeed the boys, who +started on his trail scarcely two hours after the raid had been +committed, undoubtedly disturbed him at his repast. The shote was not +completely eaten when they found the bear’s breakfast-table. +“It is a mighty big bear anyway,” Bryce declared, looking +at the marks of the marauder’s feet. “He couldn’t +have brought that pig so far if he hadn’t been.”</p> + +<p>“He warn’t big enough for you to hit,” said Nuck, +slyly.</p> + +<p>“Huh! guess you can’t crow any,” responded the +younger boy. “You missed him good and wide, too.”</p> + +<p>They hurried on then, easily tracking the big, human-like spoor of +the bear in the soil which here was not frozen. Indeed, in some places +they “slumped in” rather deeply. The bear seemed to have +picked out his path by instinct. But he could not hide his trail and +before long the hunters came to a huge tree standing amid a clump of +brush on the top of a hillock. The high ground was surrounded by water +and rather hard to come at; but the boys were determined to get the +bear after chasing it so far. They approached with caution, however, +Enoch making Bryce remain in the rear.</p> + +<p>“If I fire and don’t kill him you must be in reserve +with your gun,” he whispered cautiously. “He’d be an +ugly customer if he turned on us. He’s as big as a +steer.”</p> + +<p>“Huh! who’s afraid?” demanded Bryce.</p> + +<p>“Jest you remember how father was killed,” Enoch said, +gravely. “Who’d ha’ believed a bull-deer could kill +an old hunter like him? You do as I say!”</p> + +<p>So Bryce dropped behind and watched his brother crawl up the side of +the hummock with infinite caution, parting the brush with the barrel of +his rifle, which he held in readiness to use at any instant. Suddenly, +from the heart of the brush clump, there sounded an angry growl. The +bear was not to be taken unawares. And when a big bear growls in anger +the sound is hair-raising to the uninitiated. Bryce felt a chill in the +region of his spine and if his old cap did not actually rise off his +head, it certainly felt as though it would. He was to one side of +Nuck’s position so as not to get his brother between him and the +bear should the creature come forth, and suddenly he saw the shaggy +head and shoulders of the beast rise up over the brush. It looked +enormous and when the bear opened its jaws, and displayed its great +teeth and blood-red gums, it was indeed a fearsome spectacle.</p> + +<p>“Shoot him! shoot him!” exclaimed Bryce, excitedly. But +Nuck remained comparatively cool–at least, to all appearance. He +stood up, too, with the rifle at his shoulder. The bear stretched wide +his great fore-paws and plunged forward to seize the boy; but the rifle +spoke and the smoke of the piece hid the creature for a moment.</p> + +<p>When the cloud passed there was a great commotion in the brush, and +Bryce saw that Nuck had darted back several paces and was rapidly +loading his gun again. The younger boy could not see the bear; but it +was badly wounded without doubt. The thrashing in the brush told that. +Recovering his courage he pushed forward and finally saw the huge brown +body on the ground, writhing in the muscular activity which follows +death. The charge of Nuck’s rifle had reached a vital spot.</p> + +<p>But something more Bryce saw. A second bear had followed the dead +one from the hollow tree, and the boy observed this one whisk back into +the dark opening between two roots. The tree was all of a dozen feet in +circumference and there was doubtless a good-sized cavity in the tall +trunk. “Come on! come on!” cried Bryce, excitedly. +“Here’s another, Nuck.”</p> + +<p>“Have a care, boy!” responded the older lad. +“Don’t go too near. It may turn on us.” He hastily +finished the loading of his rifle and came up the hill again. They +could see the entrance to the lair plainly; but no sight could they get +of the second bear. Bryce brought a handful of clods and flung one +after another into the hole in the tree. The bear did not even growl, +so they were pretty sure that the missiles had not reached it. +“He’s climbed up inside,” declared Nuck. “I +warrant that tree’s holler up to the first crotch.”</p> + +<p>“What’ll we do?” demanded Bryce. “You shot +that one, Nuck. Now I wanter git the other, before we go +home.”</p> + +<p>“We’ll smoke him out,” declared the elder brother. +“You stay right here and watch, and I’ll get some +wood.” Nuck had brought a tomahawk which, with his skinning +knife, was thrust into his belt. With the hatchet he obtained dry +branches from the lower limbs of some spruce-trees which grew near, and +packed a big fagot through the mire to the hillock where Bryce stood +guard. This wood he flung into the mouth of the lair, started the fire +with his flint and steel, and when the flames began to wreathe the +branches hungrily, he flung on leaves and grass to make a +“smudge.” His suspicions regarding the hollowness of the +tree proved true, for the draft through the hollow hole acted like a +chimney and sucked the smoke upward. It began to wreathe out between +the first limbs, some thirty feet or more from the ground.</p> + +<p>Suddenly there was a great clatter and scraping of claws inside the +tree and then there popped out between the branches the head and +shoulders of a smaller bear than the one which now lay still in the +bushes. “Wait till he gits out!” shouted Nuck, as the +excited Bryce raised his musket. “If you shoot him there +he’ll tumble back into the hole.”</p> + +<p>Bryce was cool enough to see the wisdom of this advice and stay his +hand. But in a moment the bear was completely out and then he fired. +The bullet struck home and the bear lost its hold upon the limbs and +dropped to the ground, landing with fearful force at the roots of the +tree. But it was not dead and after a moment’s struggle, got upon +its feet again. But the shock had dazed it and for a little it could +neither see its assailants nor find any means of escape. Nuck ran in, +placed the muzzle of his rifle within a foot of the creature, and +finished it off with despatch.</p> + +<p>Bryce was dancing about and yelling like a wild Indian; but it was +not for joy over the death of this second bear. He was pointing on high +and Nuck looked upward to see a third bear in the tree-top. This one +had followed the second out of the hollow trunk and was mounting among +the branches with great agility. The smoke pouring up through the +hollow had driven the whole family into the open air. The Hardings +reloaded their guns with despatch and then, on either side of the tree, +fired at the remaining bear. Both bullets went true, but in falling the +bear became wedged in the crotch of a big limb and Nuck, throwing aside +his shoes and stockings, essayed to climb the trunk to push the dead +beast off to the ground.</p> + +<p>This was no simple matter, for all he had to cling to were the knots +and “warts” on the side of the trunk. It was almost like +climbing up the wall of a house. But he reached the first crotch +finally and after resting a spell, found the remainder of the climb +easy enough. Before he pushed the carcass of the bear out of its +resting-place he took an observation of the forest, for he was high +above the swamp here and could see beyond the creek. In some way they +would have to get the carcasses to the creek bank and transport them to +the cabin by canoe. It would be no easy task.</p> + +<p>And as he scanned the stretch of river which he could see from his +high perch he suddenly observed something which almost caused him to +lose his hold upon the tree and fall, like the bear, to the ground. +Coming up the stream were two canoes, each paddled by a couple of +Indians, and with three white men in each craft. Even at that distance +Enoch knew them to be strangers, and they were not a hunting party. +Naturally his mind reverted to the warning Crow Wing had brought him a +fortnight before, and without stopping to dislodge the dead bear, he +descended the tree in utmost haste.</p> + +<p>“Why don’t you push the bear off?” shouted Bryce +from below.</p> + +<p>Nuck leaned over and placed his finger on his lips, shaking his head +warningly. Then he slid down the remainder of the way, falling in a +heap on the carcass of the second bear. “Quick!” he gasped, +seizing his shoes and stockings. “They’re +coming.”</p> + +<p>“What’s coming?”</p> + +<p>“The Yorkers. I seen ’em on the river. Two canoes +full.”</p> + +<p>“Simon Halpen!” exclaimed the younger boy, his face +blanching.</p> + +<p>“I don’t know. Couldn’t tell any of ’em so +far away. But they be’n’t Bennington men, that’s +sure.” Nuck was hastily pulling on his stockings. “You run +back and tell mother. I’ll watch ’em till they land and see +what they intend to do.”</p> + +<p>“But the bears―” began Bryce.</p> + +<p>“We’ll have to leave ’em. That one in the tree +will be all right for a while for sure. Now hurry.”</p> + +<p>Bryce obeyed at once and a moment later the elder boy started off in +the other direction for the bank of the creek. He ran carefully, +however, so as not to make any noise and thus warn the canoe party of +his presence. In half an hour he was abreast of the boats, for they +progressed but slowly up the stream. Here he had a good view of the +men. In the first canoe he saw Crow Wing and another young Indian of +his tribe, while the paddlers in the second were likewise Iroquois. The +white men were Yorkers he was sure, and all were heavily armed.</p> + +<p>As he scrutinized the whites his eyes rested finally on one man in +the leading canoe whom he was sure he had seen before. He could not +mistake that lean, dark face and hooked nose. Whether or not it was the +person he had seen in the wood the day of Sheriff Ten Eyck’s +fiasco at the Breckenridge farm, he was certain of the man’s +identity. It was Simon Halpen who, under a New York patent, claimed +territory on the Walloomscoik, a part of which the Harding farm +was.</p> + +<p>Dodging from tree to tree, the boy followed the canoes and finally, +before they came in sight of the Harding house, saw the party land. The +Indians remained with the canoes; but the white men disembarked with +considerable baggage. One of the men carried a surveyor’s +instrument, while a second bore a chain. Halpen led them and when he +had seen the party strike into the forest in the direction of the +house, Enoch sped away on a parallel trail and headed them off, +arriving first at the destination.</p> + +<p>He found that his mother and the children had already put up the +shutters and made ready to receive the Yorkers. The cattle were shut in +the yard surrounding the barn and the smaller children were put in +their mother’s bed to be out of the way. Bryce went into the loft +where he could watch for the appearance of the enemy; but Enoch +remained outside the door, his rifle in the hollow of his arm, ready to +parley with the Yorkers who soon were reported by Bryce as coming +through the lower fields.</p> + +<hr class='pb' /> <h2><a id='link_10'></a>CHAPTER XI<br /><span +class='fss'>AN UNEQUAL BATTLE</span></h2> + +<p>A masterful spirit had entered into Enoch Harding during the past +few months. He was no longer a child; he thought and acted as a man in +many things. Now, with this danger threatening them all, he did not +shrink from the ordeal, and none might know his inmost feelings from +the expression of his face. He did not speak to his mother, nor did she +seek to advise him. Long before they had talked this emergency over, +and it had been agreed that the homestead must and should be defended +even to the point of firing on the Yorkers who might come to dispossess +them. The legal authority claimed by Simon Halpen was not recognized in +the Grants and did the Hardings put themselves in Halpen’s power +by agreeing to let the New York authorities arbitrate the matter, they +would lose all that they had toiled and suffered for during the past +ten years.</p> + +<p>The widow saw that the windows of the cabin were shuttered and that +Bryce had both powder and bullets beside him in the loft. Then she went +into her own chamber and falling upon her knees prayed as only a mother +can whose children are in bodily and imminent danger. How far the +Yorkers would dare go–to what lengths Halpen might force the +fight for the ox-bow farm–it was impossible even to imagine. He +was a cruel and unscrupulous man, but he had already had a taste of the +temper of the Bennington settlers and perhaps the remembrance of the +beech-sealing which had been dealt out to him two years and more +before, would make him chary of coming to blows.</p> + +<p>Soon the six Yorkers appeared around the corner of the log fence +which enclosed the cattleyard. Four of them, including Halpen, were +armed with guns. The surveyor and his assistant carried their tools +only, and walked in the rear of the more warlike quartette. Their +leader, his lean, black face clouded by a threatening scowl, strode +across the home lot and approached the cabin door. His beady eyes +glittered and when he was enraged his hooked nose seemed to glow a dull +red beneath the dusky skin, like a half-heated iron.</p> + +<p>Simon Halpen was much better dressed than the citizens of Bennington +were apt to be, and he carried himself haughtily. His hair was done +carefully and the queue tied with a silk ribbon. His rifle was +silver-mounted and his powder-horn was partly of silver filagree work. +In every way–dress, accoutrements and manner–he bore out +the account the Hardings had received of him, that he was a wealthy and +proud man. The three other armed men were fellows of the baser sort, +hired at Albany for the purpose of driving the widow and her children +from their home.</p> + +<p>Enoch Harding thought this as he saw the party approach, and his +heart beat faster while his cheeks were dyed with crimson. Should these +men march up and deprive his mother and brothers and sisters of their +home? Not as long as he held a gun and had powder and shot with which +to load it! The fearful thought of shooting down one or more of these +men in cold blood did not shock him now. The bitterness which filled +his heart against Simon Halpen overbore any other emotion. He raised +his rifle threateningly and cried aloud: “Halt there–halt I +say! What d’ye want on our land?”</p> + +<div class='figcenter'> <img src='images/i167.jpg' id="img005" alt='' /> <p class='center caption sc'>T<span class='fss'>HE</span> B<span class='fss'>OY</span> S<span class='fss'>TOOD</span> L<span class='fss'>IKE A</span> S<span class='fss'>TATUE</span> </p></div><!-- figure --> + +<p>The three retainers of Halpen, as well as the surveyor and his +’prentice, halted instantly, but Simon strode on, his eyes +blazing and his great nose growing ruddier as his rage increased. +“Your land–your land, forsooth!” he exclaimed. +“I’ll teach ye better than that, ye young viper!”</p> + +<p>Instantly Enoch had his rifle to his shoulder and had drawn bead +upon the Yorker. The muzzle of the weapon covered Halpen’s heart. +The boy stood like a statue–there was no trembling to his young +arms. “Back! If you come a yard nearer I will fire!” he +cried. He did not recognize his own voice, but Halpen heard him plainly +and was impressed with his earnestness. He stopped suddenly, half +raising his own gun. “Don’t do that!” cried Enoch, +instantly. “Keep your gun down. Why, I have but to press this +trigger and you will drop where you are! Be warned.”</p> + +<p>“Hi, captain,” growled one of his supporters, “the +little varmint means it. Have a care.”</p> + +<p>“You–you―” Halpen only sputtered for a +moment. He could not find words to properly express his rage. “I +believe on my life, he would shoot me.”</p> + +<p>“I certainly will, Master Simon Halpen, if you come nearer. +You are quite near enough. You have come here for no good purpose. We +own this land–my father paid for it and has improved it. He may +be dead, but we will show you how we can defend the place from you +Yorkers.”</p> + +<p>“You crow loud, my young cock-o’-th’-walk!” +exclaimed Simon Halpen, yet seeking to come no nearer the boy. +“But you cannot hope to stand before his Majesty’s +officers–though some of you vagabond Whigs have become bold of +late. Know ye that I bear authority from the loyal governor of his +Majesty’s Colony of New York, to turn you off this land, which is +mine and has been mine for these six years.”</p> + +<p>“And I have told you that you cannot come here and drive us +off, for we shall fight ye!” declared Enoch, his anger rising. +“And what be more, Master Halpen, though ye might succeed in +driving us off, ye could not hold this land. It is too near Bennington, +and ye know well what sort of men Bennington folk are, and what they +would do to you.”</p> + +<p>At this reminder of his former embarrassment, when caught by the +neighbors and “viewed,” Simon Halpen flew into a towering +rage. He shook his rifle in the air as he berated the fearless youth. +“Have a care with that gun, Master Halpen,” said Enoch, +“for it might go off by accident. And if such a thing should +happen I would shoot you down–’deed and I would!”</p> + +<p>This warning cooled the man’s ardor somewhat. For a full +minute he stood silent eyeing Enoch from under his shaggy brows. +“Would you dare flout me to my face?” he demanded.</p> + +<p>“I dare keep my rights here, Master Halpen, as my father did +before me,” said Enoch, his voice trembling for the first time. +And at the mention of the dead and gone Jonas Harding more than Enoch +were moved. Halpen’s manner changed; his face paled perceptibly; +the fire died out of his eyes and his nose no longer glowed. He dropped +his head and half turned as though to leave the spot.</p> + +<p>But suddenly one of his retainers stepped forward and whispered in +his ear. The whisper brought the leader to his old mind. His head came +up and he flashed a look of bitter hatred at Enoch. He nodded to the +man who had spoken and instantly the three armed retainers began to +quietly spread out as though to surround the house. “I’ll +parley no longer with you, my lad,” Halpen said, shortly. +“This land is mine and you are naught but squatters on it. And as +such you shall be put off, or my name is not Simon Halpen!”</p> + +<p>Quick as thought Enoch darted backward to the house, for he had +noted the action of the three men. “It is fighting you want, +then, Master Halpen?” cried the boy, shrilly. “And you will +get bullets instead of fair words if you press us–now I tell ye +that! This is our home and we shall fight for it.”</p> + +<p>“Stop the young rascal!” roared Halpen, raising his gun +now in earnest, when he saw that Enoch no longer had him +“covered.” But the boy dodged into the house and slammed to +the heavy door. As he did so a bullet buried itself in the door frame. +Halpen had actually fired.</p> + +<p>The widow herself dropped the bars into place, for she had come out +of her chamber and heard the conversation between her son and the +Yorker. Now Enoch ran to one of the loopholes from which he could +observe the movements of the man who had shot at him in so cowardly a +manner. He saw that the surveyor, who had thus far kept in the +background, was expostulating with the angry man. He could not hear +what they said, but it was evident that the surveyor was a man of some +conscience and could not see such murderous actions without striving to +put Halpen in better mind. But the latter shook him off in rage and +loaded his gun again. The house was now surrounded by the four armed +men and the three understrappers were only waiting Halpen’s +command to fire.</p> + +<p>“Shall I shoot him? shall I shoot him?” cried Bryce, +from the loft.</p> + +<p>“Hold your fire!” commanded Enoch. “You may have +blood on your hands yet, if you be not careful.”</p> + +<p>“But he fired at you.”</p> + +<p>“And a poor job he made of it. We will not fire unless we are +forced to.”</p> + +<p>His mother said never a word. She went into her chamber again and +with the girls and little Harry crouched upon the bed. But she glanced +frequently from the loophole to observe the movements of the Yorker +upon that side of the clearing.</p> + +<p>By and by Halpen raised his voice and addressed the besieged. +“Open the door and come out, or we will batter it down. And it +will go hard with you then, I warrant! If you give up the place +peaceably you may cart away your household stuff and the cattle and +hogs. I’ll not be too hard on you.”</p> + +<p>“If you come near this door I will send a bullet through your +black heart!” was Enoch’s reply, poking the muzzle of his +rifle through the loophole beside which he stood.</p> + +<p>The widow came running from the chamber. “Enoch! Enoch!” +she cried, in horror. “Would you kill him?”</p> + +<p>“He killed my father!” cried the boy, before he thought +what explanation of his secret suspicions that remark might +necessitate.</p> + +<p>“The child is mad!” she murmured, after staring at him a +full minute. “You do not know what you say, Enoch. Master Halpen +had naught to do with your poor father’s death.”</p> + +<p>But Enoch had not to reply. A cry came from Bryce in the loft. +“Look at that! Look at that!” he shouted, with excitement. +“I just will shoot him!”</p> + +<p>And then his old musket spoke. There was a yell from without. Enoch +thought Simon Halpen himself had been shot, but the Yorker only ran +around the end of the cabin to where one of his men stood howling like +a wolf, and holding on to his swinging arm.</p> + +<p>“I’ve broke his arm!” declared Bryce, proudly, +coming to the head of the ladder. “He was flinging blazing clods +on the roof.”</p> + +<p>“What shall we do?” gasped the mother. “My boys +will be murderers.”</p> + +<p>“I’ll kill them all before they’ll harm you, +mother,” declared young Bryce, very proud indeed that he had hit +the mark, but secretly delighted as well that he had done the +villainous Yorker no serious damage.</p> + +<p>But the moment after, he shrieked aloud and came again to the top of +the ladder. His face was blanched. “Oh, oh! they’ve done +it–they’ve done it!” he cried. “The roof is +afire. Don’t you smell it?”</p> + +<p>Enoch could not believe that this horror was true until he had run +up to the loft. The red flames were already showing at the edge of the +house wall, and the crackling without told him that the bark and +binders of the roof were burning fiercely. “Tear it off!” +he shouted, and dropping his rifle he seized a length of sawed +scantling which his father had brought from the mill, and began to +break up the burning roof and cast it off. But as it fell to the ground +against the house, soon the logs outside were afire. The dwelling was +indeed imperiled.</p> + +<p>“Come out! come out!” shouted Simon Halpen’s +voice. “The hut will burn to the ground an’ ye’ll +burn with it. Ye’ll go to Albany jail for this, every last one of +ye!”</p> + +<p>“Let me shoot him, mother!” cried Bryce, doubly excited +now. “He’ll never take you to jail.”</p> + +<p>“Come down from the loft, Bryce,” the widow commanded, +calmly. “Nothing can save the cabin now.”</p> + +<p>The children were crying with fear. The red flames began to lick the +edges of the shutters and the door frame was afire. If they escaped +they must pass through a wall of flame. The men outside, frightened by +the result of their awful act, were shouting orders and berating each +other madly. Yet none dared come too near, for they feared the guns of +the defenders of the homestead. Enoch for the moment completely lost +his head and stood as one daft.</p> + +<p>But his mother was not so. Swiftly did she sweep aside the ashes on +the hearth. Then of her own exertions she lifted on its edge the flat +stone which covered the underground apartment. There was the ladder the +boys had made leading down into the cool depths. “Down with +you–all!” she commanded, seizing little Harry first and +thrusting his feet upon the ladder.</p> + +<p>“Oh, we’ll smother down there, mother!” cried +Kate.</p> + +<p>“Nonsense!” exclaimed the widow, yet with shaking voice. +“Do you think mother would tell you to do anything that would +hurt you?”</p> + +<p>But though she encouraged them to descend, in her own mind she was +simply choosing the lesser of two terrible evils. The girls and Harry +descended quickly; but she had to fairly force Bryce down. He wanted to +stay and fight, and he clung to the old musket desperately. Although +the tears were running down his face, he was made of the stuff which +holds the soldier, though frightened, to his post.</p> + +<p>“Go down yourself, mother,” Enoch said, recovering his +presence of mind and speaking calmly now. “I will follow you and +drop the stone into place. But first I want to look +out―”</p> + +<p>He ran to the loophole, through which the smoke was now pouring. But +after a moment there was a break in the cloud and he saw the group of +frightened Yorkers plainly. They stood not many rods away and poking +his rifle through the hole, he aimed at the villainous Halpen and, +pulling the trigger, ran back to the hearth before the echo of the shot +died away. Down the ladder he darted, dropping the heavy hearthstone +into place, and leaving the cabin which for so many years had been +their home, to be consumed above their heads. But his heart sank when +he found how closely the six packed the tiny room and realized how +little air reached them down here in the earth.</p> + +<hr class='pb' /> <h2><a id='link_11'></a>CHAPTER XII<br /><span +class='fss'>BACKWOODS JUSTICE</span></h2> + +<p>At daybreak on this very morning when the Yorkers attacked the +Harding place, ’Siah Bolderwood returning from the direction of +Old Ti, suddenly came upon a little glade on the bank of the +Walloomscoik Creek. With the instinct long gained by his life as hunter +and woodsman, he never crossed an open space in the forest without +examining it well. In this glade he saw, at first glance, the signs of +recent occupancy. The smouldering ashes of a campfire and the marks on +the creek bank told him that a canoe party had camped there during the +night and that they had been under way but shortly. Making sure that +they were now out of sight he more closely examined the spot. The party +numbered at least half a dozen, and there had been two canoes. He had +come up the creek bank himself; therefore, not having seen the +strangers, they had gone on ahead of him. Five miles or so up the +stream lay the ox-bow at which his old friend Jonas Harding settled +when he came into the Disputed Grounds, and where the widow and her +brood now lived. After examining the camp he quickened his step toward +the Harding place.</p> + +<p>A mile further on, however, he heard the stroke of paddles and the +sound of men’s voices. He would have gone to the fringed river +bank and peered out upon the stream had not a figure suddenly risen +before him as though from the ground itself and barred his way. +“How d’ye, Crow Wing!” he exclaimed, yet showing no +surprise at the Indian youth’s appearance. The latter bore a +brace of rabbits on his gun and Bolderwood guessed that he belonged to +the canoe party and had left them to get this game for their +dinner.</p> + +<p>“Umph!” returned the Indian and looked at him +stolidly.</p> + +<p>“Your people?” asked the ranger, with a gesture toward +the river.</p> + +<p>“Umph!” was the reply. It might have meant yes or no. +Crow Wing seemed undecided. “Why you no at Hardings?” he +demanded finally.</p> + +<p>“I’m bound that a-way now,” said the white +man.</p> + +<p>“Hunting?” grunted Crow Wing.</p> + +<p>“Been up to Old Ti. Bought some land up there.”</p> + +<p>Crow Wing seemed about to pass on. But over his shoulder he said: +“You go to Hardings’ farm. They want +you–mebbe.”</p> + +<p>“What for?”</p> + +<p>The Indian shrugged his shoulders and walked on. But Bolderwood +strode after him. “What’s going on?” he asked, +anxiously. “Who’s that out yonder?” nodding again +toward the creek.</p> + +<p>“Umph! Men hire Crow Wing to paddle canoe. They go to +Hardings’.”</p> + +<p>“Yorkers!” exclaimed Bolderwood.</p> + +<p>But the Indian youth said no more and quickly disappeared in the +bushes which overhung the creek. The ranger hesitated a moment, +appeared to think of following him, and then turned abruptly and +plunged into the forest on a course diagonal from the river. Therefore, +when Nuck and Bryce were fighting the bears in the swamp he did not +hear their guns, being by that time some miles away and striding +rapidly toward Arlington. He had suspected the truth and instead of +wasting time observing the party of which Crow Wing was a member, he +had it in his mind to rouse the neighbors to go to the aid of the widow +and her children. After the affair at Otter Creek, which he was sorry +indeed to have missed, Bolderwood had expected something like the +present raid. He, like the Hardings, believed that Simon Halpen would +find the time ripe for the carrying out of his nefarious designs.</p> + +<p>It was the season of the year when the farm work having been +completed, the pioneers felt free to go about more, and hunting was +popular. Many men were off with their rifles; but Bolderwood picked up +some half dozen determined fellows and hastened back to the Harding +place. While yet some distance away they heard a rifle shot and so +disturbed was the ranger by this, that he started on the run for the +ox-bow farm, and was far ahead of his friends when he broke cover at +the edge of the forest and beheld the cabin.</p> + +<p>His horror and despair when he saw the house wrapped in flames and +the Yorkers running across the fields toward the river, knew no bounds. +Yet even then he did not suppose that the widow and her family were +within the burning dwelling. He presumed they must be hiding in the +outbuildings and he ran on after the fleeing Yorkers, thinking only to +take vengeance upon them for their wanton cruelty in burning down the +poor woman’s house at the beginning of winter.</p> + +<p>One man kept turning back to look at the blazing structure which was +now more than half consumed; and this fellow the ranger quickly +overtook. It was the surveyor and he was wringing his hands and weeping +as he ran. Bolderwood dashed past him without a word, seeing plainly +that he was not armed and was sore frightened. “I’ll attend +to your case later,” the ranger muttered, and spurred on after +the rest of the party. But they were too quick for him, and having +reached the bank of the creek leaped into their canoes and the Indians +pushed off. The fear of what they had done pressed them hard and they +had run like madmen from their single pursuer. Now at an order from +Halpen the Indians stolidly paddled down the river again and were +quickly out of sight around the nearest bend in the stream.</p> + +<p>Bolderwood went back and found the surveyor prone upon the ground +and weeping like a woman. “Get up, you great ca’f!” +cried the ranger. “Nobody’ll kill you for your part in this +matter though you desarve little mercy.... Was that Simon +Halpen?”</p> + +<p>“It was indeed–the demon!” gasped the fellow, +dragged unceremoniously to his feet by the borderer.</p> + +<p>“If he ever comes into this colony again I doubt but +he’ll be hung as high as Haman,” Bolderwood declared. +“And you were the surveyor, eh? One of Duane & Kempe’s +men? Well, sir, your back will be well tickled, or my name’s not +’Siah Bolderwood! But bear up, man–’tis no killing +punishment.”</p> + +<p>“What, sir?” cried the fellow. “Do you think I +weep because of your promised punishment? I fear you not–I am a +leal subject of the King and peaceful. You cannot touch me. But I weep +because of the work that dastard has done this day.”</p> + +<p>“What do you mean?” cried Bolderwood, fiercely. +“Where is the woman and her bairns?”</p> + +<p>The surveyor pointed a shaking finger at the cabin, the smoking +walls of which were now all that were standing. “They are there. +Wait! let me tell you. I had nothing to do with the dreadful work. Nor, +indeed, did Simon Halpen mean to destroy the house and the poor woman +and children. They meant to burn the roof off to scare them out, and +one man threw burning clods on it. But those inside tore off the +flaming roof and it fell all around the cabin and set the walls afire. +They dared not run out through that wall of flame and smothered to +death they were–God pity them!” and he began to weep aloud +again.</p> + +<p>Bolderwood was speechless–well-nigh overcome, indeed, with the +horror of this. He saw his friends appear from the wood on the other +side of the house and he walked toward them like one in a dream. But +still he clung to the surveyor’s arm and forced him to approach +the cabin. The roof had, of course, been completely consumed, and the +outside of the walls was blackened and still blazed fiercely at the +corners. The window shutters and door were burned away and the interior +of the place was badly demolished.</p> + +<p>“Where’s the widder and the boys?” shouted one of +the newcomers to Bolderwood. The old ranger did not answer, but his +hand tightened upon the surveyor’s arm. Suddenly the latter +shrieked and would have fallen to the ground had not the grasp upheld +him. In the door of the burning cabin stood the figure of Enoch +Harding, his face covered with smut and his clothing half burned off +his back. For a moment the surveyor believed the dead had risen and he +covered his face with his hands to shut out the sight of the boy.</p> + +<p>“Are ye all alive, lad?” shouted Bolderwood, dropping +the surveyor and running forward.</p> + +<p>“We’re all right, but well-nigh smothered,” +returned Enoch, hoarsely. “Bring–bring some +water!”</p> + +<p>He staggered out of the cabin and fell upon the ground. In a moment +the surprised neighbors were running with buckets and pans from the +well, for Mistress Harding’s milk vessels had been left to dry +outside the springhouse. Bolderwood took it upon himself to revive the +half-strangled Enoch, while the others dashed water over the +smouldering interior of the cabin, putting out the fire on the floor +which was burning briskly, and finally being able to draw the widow and +the smaller children from the secret room under the hearth and carry +them to the outer air. Here they quickly revived and Mistress Harding +with the girls and little Harry took shelter in one of the hovels.</p> + +<p>The destruction of the cabin was practically complete. There was not +a log that was not charred, and the interior furnishings of the house +were ruined. The kind-hearted neighbors saved the chests of bedclothing +and the family’s best garments, for the flames had not gotten at +them. But everything was sadly smoked. And the house would have to be +torn down and rebuilt with new timber throughout. It was a sad +spectacle indeed for Enoch and Bryce to look upon. “I wish I had +shot them all!” cried the latter in a rage. But Enoch said +nothing. He would not whisper how his anger had made him aim to kill +Simon Halpen. Now, in cool blood, he was glad that the bullet had not +sped true.</p> + +<p>But the condition of the house filled him with despair. Winter was +at hand and it would be next to impossible to build a good house before +spring, although the timbers could be drawn and squared while the snow +was on the ground. What would they do for a shelter until then? +“We’ll make yonder hovel that you boys play in, all tight +and warm for the winter, Nuck,” Bolderwood observed, seeing the +tears running down the boy’s cheeks. “Don’t cry about +it. And we’ll have up a better house than this in the spring, +lad. The neighbors will all help ye.”</p> + +<p>Meanwhile, however, Bolderwood had kept his eye upon the surveyor. +The latter, seeing that the family had been so miraculously saved from +the fire, sought to get away while the men were saving those goods +which were unconsumed. But Bolderwood was after him with mighty strides +and dragged him back, a prisoner. “Nay, friend, you’ll be +needed here as a witness,” he said, grimly. “We don’t +allow such gentry as you in the Hampshire Grants without presenting you +with a token of our respect and consideration. Ha!” he added, +suddenly, “whom have we here?”</p> + +<p>A horseman rode quickly out of the wood and approached the burned +cabin. Before he pulled in his steed the men welcomed him vociferously, +for it was Captain Baker. “Look at this, ’Member!” +cried Bolderwood, dragging the trembling surveyor forward. “What +a sight this is to blister the eyes of decent men! A poor +widder’s house burned about her ears and only by the mercy of God +were she and her youngsters saved.”</p> + +<p>“The villains!” roared Baker. “And is that one of +them?”</p> + +<p>“He was with the party. But I truly believe that he had little +to do with this dastardly work. He’s only a poor surveyor +body.”</p> + +<p>“We’ll find shelter with some neighbor for Mistress +Harding and the little ones,” said Baker, “and then attend +to his case without delay.”</p> + +<p>But the widow was not minded to leave her homestead. It was not yet +very cold and the hovel in which the children had had their frolic a +fortnight before was easily made comfortable for the family. She set +about this at once while Captain Baker and the neighbors sat in +judgment upon the trembling surveyor. These impromptu courts held by +the Green Mountain Boys when they happened to capture a Yorker guilty +of meddling with the settlers, were in the nature of a court martial. +Sometimes the sentences imposed were doubtless unjust, for the judges +and juries were naturally bitter against the prisoners; but the +punishment seldom went beyond a sound whipping, and in this case the +surveyor, still sputtering and objecting to the illegal procedure, was +sentenced to two score lashes, save one, and Enoch and Bryce selected +the blue beech wands with which the sentence was to be carried out.</p> + +<p>The surveyor was taken behind the log barn, his coat and shirt +stripped from his back, and Bolderwood and one of the other neighbors +fulfilled the order of Captain Baker as judge of the military court. +Bolderwood, remembering the tears the prisoner had shed when he thought +the family burned alive, could not be too hard upon him, and although +the woodsman made every appearance of striking tremendous blows, he +scarce raised a welt upon the man’s back. But when the other +executioner laid on for the last nineteen strokes, the surveyor roared +with pain and without doubt the lesson was one which did him good. It +would be many a day before he ventured to survey the lands east of the +Twenty-Mile Line–at least, not until his back stopped smarting. +Finally he was given his clothing, and part of the band marched him +across country to the New York border and turned him loose.</p> + +<p>The attack of Simon Halpen upon the Hardings had practically failed. +Yet the loss of their home was a sore blow. In a couple of days, with +the help of Bolderwood, the old hovel was made very habitable. But it +was small and so many of their possessions had been burned that even +Bryce cried about it. Nevertheless their supply of food was all right, +and the cattle had not been injured. Also, with Bolderwood’s +assistance, the three bears which the boys had so happily killed, were +brought home, the hams smoked, some of the meat salted, and the pelts +stretched and dried for winter bed coverings. By the time the snow lay +deep upon the earth the Hardings were once more comfortable.</p> + +<p>The boys did very little trapping and hunting that winter of +’72-’73 for they could not attend to traps set very far +from the ox-bow, and the Walloomscoik country was becoming scarce of +game. ’Siah Bolderwood did not go back to Old Ti, either, but +contented himself with making short hunting trips around the lower part +of the lake, for he spent all the time he could spare in helping the +widow and her boys to get the timber ready for their new abode. Enoch +and Bryce were determined that this new structure should be much better +than the log cabin which their father had erected ten years before, and +every timber dragged to the site by the slow moving oxen was squared +with the broad ax and carefully fitted so as to “lock” at +the corners. Some planks were sawed at the mill and sledded to the +ox-bow on the ice, too, and when the plaintive call of the +muckawis–the Indian name for the +“whip-poor-will,”–ushered in the spring, a noble +company of Green Mountain Boys gathered to build the widow’s +house again.</p> + +<p>Although the new house was put up and made habitable in about ten +days, it took some time to fit window-frames, build two partitions, for +there were to be two sleeping chambers on the ground floor in this +house, which was larger than the old structure, and lay the floor of +the loft, build bunks to sleep in, make a new meal chest and dresser, +and construct other articles of furniture which were needed to replace +the stuff burned in the fire. Enoch had a mechanical turn of mind and +Bryce made an able assistant. Between them they turned out a new table, +several chairs with hide backs and seats, and even essayed a +“rocker” for their mother which, although rudely built and +with its rockers not exactly even, was declared by Mrs. Harding to be a +marvel of workmanship.</p> + +<p>All these things had to be done besides the regular work of the farm +during the spring and summer, and the studies of the older boys were +rather neglected that year, greatly to the delight of Bryce. Indeed, +several of their mother’s precious books had been destroyed by +the flames, and had it not been for the sorrow he knew she felt at +their loss, Bryce would have openly expressed his satisfaction. He was +born for the woods and fields, and although he made no objection to +farmwork, it was plain that his father’s roving disposition had +entered strongly into the make-up of the lad.</p> + +<p>He still felt injured–indeed, the feeling grew with his own +growth–because he was not allowed to join the military companies; +but Mistress Harding had finally promised that if he could trap enough +game the next winter to pay for a new gun–a rifle instead of the +old musket which had once been Nuck’s and which their father had +brought with him on his return from the French wars–he should be +allowed to attend the Bennington drills. That was putting the privilege +a year ahead, but Bryce was partially contented with it.</p> + +<p>Lot Breckenridge had finally been allowed to join the Green Mountain +Boys and so Enoch had somebody in his company near his own age. On +several occasions there were frolics in the neighborhood to which the +young people foregathered, and before the new house was built Lot and +Enoch had gone on a very brief hunting trio. But as fall again +approached the two friends, Lot and Enoch, planned to go trapping on +the upper waters of the Otter and its branches as soon as harvest and +hog-killing should be over and the winter really set in. Lot had +several steel traps which had belonged to his father, and Enoch was +likewise supplied. Both had canoes, but they agreed to use +Enoch’s only, as one was all they cared to “pack” +over the portage to the upper Otter.</p> + +<hr class='pb' /> <h2><a id='link_12'></a>CHAPTER XIII<br /><span +class='fss'>THE WOLF PACK</span></h2> + +<p>Meantime throughout the Grants the line between the Whigs and Tories +had become more distinct. Although it had been forbidden for any person +to hold office or issue writs under advice from New York, in certain +sections where the Tory sentiment was strong, New York justices +continued to write papers of ejectment against the Hampshire settlers, +and other Yorkers were found to serve the documents and on occasion to +drive helpless farmers and their families from their homes. These +affairs went on openly in the town of Durham, which was a Tory +stronghold.</p> + +<p>Justice Benjamin Spencer was the principal official who dealt out +the New York brand of justice in this town, and he resided in the +village of Clarendon. Early in the fall Ethan Allen and a force of +Green Mountain Boys, appeared at Clarendon and read to the people the +resolutions passed by the Bennington Council to the effect that no +person should do any official act under New York authority, and that +all lands should be held under title from New Hampshire. The Durhamites +were threatened that, if they refused to comply with these orders +within a reasonable time, they would be made to suffer for their +temerity. At this visit Judge Spencer absconded, remaining away from +home until he was sure “the awful Green Mountain outlaws” +had decamped.</p> + +<p>Enoch and Lot planned their start into the woods in November, and +they were nearly ready when the second raid on Durham was proposed. The +boys knew that the matter had been discussed by Colonel Allen and the +other leaders for some time, for Justice Spencer still continued to +disobey the orders of the Council of Safety, and the matter could not +be ignored. It was past the middle of November when the commander of +the Green Mountain Boys and some of his followers set out in the +direction of Durham, and Lot and Enoch hurried their own going, +determined to hide their canoe when once they reached the Otter and +join in the descent upon Clarendon village.</p> + +<p>It was eleven o’clock at night, November 20th, that Colonel +Allen, Captain Baker, and more than a score of their friends, entered +the settlement with all the care and circumlocution of Indians. Nuck +and Lot Breckenridge had joined the party at supper time in a certain +rendezvous of Allen’s in the woods, having hidden their canoe and +traps on the bank of the Otter several miles away. The attacking force +of Green Mountain Boys was heavily armed and might have been bound upon +an expedition against Fort Ticonderoga itself, one might imagine. But a +show of force was thought to be necessary to overawe the Yorkers who +made up more than half the population of the village.</p> + +<p>The Green Mountain Boys awakened nobody in their approach to the +house of Justice Spencer, until the leader himself thundered at the +door and demanded that the New York official come down. After some +parley, and seeing that there was no help for his case, Spencer +descended and, as the next day was Sunday and nothing could be done +then, the prisoner was hidden in the house of Mr. Green, some mile and +a half from the settlement, until Monday morning. Early on that day, a +still larger force of Grants men having gathered, as well as settlers +whose titles had been derived from New York, Justice Spencer was taken +to the door of his own house and tried.</p> + +<p>The inquest, with Allen, Warner, Baker, and Cochran, sitting in +judgment, was carried forward with all due formality, although the +judges were the principal accusers of the prisoners, and the sentence +was finally pronounced that the prisoner’s house be burned and he +himself give his bond to not again act as a New York justice. At this +the doughty justice broke down, for he plainly saw that his captors +were quite able, and in the mind, to carry out the sentence. He told +the court that if his house were burned his store of dry goods and all +his property would be destroyed and his wife and children made +destitute.</p> + +<p>“And have you and your like not made many of our friends +destitute?” cried some of the crowd. But more showed some heart +for the justice, notably Captain Warner. Warner finally suggested that +as the dry goods store was a public benefit and was one of the few +stores in the township, it should be saved if possible; and it would be +too hard at that time of year to turn the man and his family out of +their home. He declared for taking off the roof of the prisoner’s +house and then putting it on again, providing that Spencer acknowledged +that it was put on under a New Hampshire title, and that he would +purchase the same at once. Spencer, who might have felt some gratitude +by this time, promised compliance in every particular, and with great +shouting and good-nature, the roof of the house was lifted off and then +put on again. And the lesson to the Durhamites was a salutary one.</p> + +<p>Enoch Harding and his chum left immediately after the settlement of +the case and returned to their canoe. They feared the approach of a +storm which threatened, and were desirous of building their winter camp +and getting their traps set before the forest would be full of snow and +the streams completely frozen. Both boys were very good woodsmen by +this time, for Bolderwood had been Enoch’s mentor and Lot’s +uncle was an old ranger who knew every trick of the forest and trail. +They selected a heavily wooded gulley not far from the Otter and built +there a log lean-to against the rocky side-hill, sheltered from the +north and open to such sunshine as might penetrate the forest. The +traps were set along the bank of the stream, some of them in the water +itself, where the boys’ sharp eyes told them that the fur-bearing +game of which they were in search, were wont to pass.</p> + +<p>A fortnight after the Durham riot, as the Yorkers were pleased to +call the visit of the Green Mountain Boys, the two friends were very +cozily fixed in the gully. One heavy snow had fallen, and their traps +had begun to repay their attention most generously. Then the Otter +froze over solidly and they had to keep the ice open about their traps +with the axe. They were in a lonely piece of wood and day after day saw +nor heard nobody but themselves. The bears had taken to their long +winter sleep; but the fierce catamount was still abroad, and at night +the howling of the wolf-pack as it followed some hard-pressed doe or +decrepit buck, reached the boys’ ears. And at that day the +timber-wolf of the Green Mountains–a long, lean, gray creature as +big as a mastiff–was much to be feared.</p> + +<p>The traps stretched so far along the creek that if one went out +alone to examine and bait them, almost the entire day was consumed. The +boys did not possess ice-runners, or skates, with which they might have +skimmed over the frozen creek and visited the traps in a couple of +hours. Each had brought a pair of snow-shoes, but these were of no use +on the creek. So baiting the traps was no easy task. Usually they +divided the work between them and thus got it over and had time to +stretch and scrape their pelts in the afternoon. One day, however, Lot +remained at camp to make some repairs on his clothing, and Enoch set +out early to go the rounds by himself.</p> + +<p>It had been a very cold night and the ice was frozen solidly about +the traps. The catch had been good, too, and both of these facts +delayed the young trapper more than common. There were fish lines to +examine, also, for some of the traps were baited with fish which was +considered particularly tempting food for certain of the beasts they +wished to catch. It was long past noon when Enoch got back to the camp +for dinner, and then he had gone over but half the line of traps. When +he started in the other direction after hastily eating the meal, he +knew he should be out until past moonrise, and told Lot so.</p> + +<p>“I’ll come and meet you,” said his campmate.</p> + +<p>“No need. Reckon I can find my way back alone,” said +Enoch. “The moon’ll be up by seven and it’s nigh +full.”</p> + +<p>It was so, yet Enoch had no thought when he left the camp that he +would be as long delayed as he was. It was full moonrise, before the +boy had examined the last trap. He had a goodly load on turning his +face campward and was glad of the company of his rifle as he heard the +wolves clamoring in the forest. The bitter cold would make them +ravenous by now, for many of the more easily caught animals had retired +for the winter, while the strong crust on the snow enabled the deer to +outdistance their shaggy enemies. While still three miles or more from +camp he heard the beasts howling so savagely that he really became +alarmed and would have thrown down his pack and run had he not shrunk +from so betraying his fear to Lot.</p> + +<p>He knew, too, by the nature of the wolves’ cries that they +were close on the track of some quarry, and that it could not be his +trail they were following, for they were approaching the creek through +the timber on the western side of the stream. But the sound of the +chase drew rapidly nearer, and desperately as Enoch hurried he could +not distance the pack. The western bank was high and sloping just here +and with anxious eyes the boy looked up the white incline, where the +trees stood rather far apart, to catch the first glimpse possible of +the wolves and their prey. Suddenly there came into view several dark +objects moving swiftly over the snow. One was ahead, flitting from tree +to tree, its identity almost indistinguishable at first. Then, with +almost a shriek of horror, Enoch recognized the wolves’ quarry as +a human being!</p> + +<p>The pursued was on snow-shoes and coming to a steeper part of the +creek bank, at once slid down to the ice. After him, their red tongues +hanging to their breasts, and baying at every leap, came a round dozen +of the ravenous creatures. Enoch saw that the unfortunate man was armed +with a gun, but that evidently the weapon had been injured in some way, +for he did not make use of it to beat off the wolves. He limped as he +ran, too, and the young trapper saw plainly that the pack would +overtake and pull him down in a very few moments.</p> + +<p>Once upon the ice the beasts spread out and almost surrounded him. +While he limped on most awkwardly, the strong, sharp claws of the +wolves helped them over the surface and soon the leader–a gaunt, +gray monster with cropped ears and scarred back–leaped to seize +the prey. Enoch, without a thought of his own danger, had hurried on, +re-priming his rifle as he ran; but he was scarcely within fair +gun-shot when the wolf leaped. The beast caught the fugitive by the +shoulder, and its weight dragged the man down. He tripped upon his +snow-shoes and in an instant was falling face-downward on the ice with +the pack of hungry beasts fighting above him!</p> + +<p>Enoch fired his rifle into the midst of the pack as he ran, but +although one of the wolves rolled over, kicking convulsively upon the +ice, the others scarcely noticed the attack. So eager were they to get +at the quarry which they had followed far, that the shot did not +frighten them. But the boy was among them in a moment, his gun clubbed, +and a fierce desire in his heart to slay the horrid beasts.</p> + +<p>He really thought the fallen man was killed, and his attack was +inspired wholly by a desire for revenge. He laid about him with the +gun-stock in a most furious fashion, and the wolves were soon cleared +from above their prostrate victim. His attack quelled the courage of +the pack for a little, and even the leader shrank away, howling +dolefully. But the respite was not sufficient to allow Enoch to reload +his gun.</p> + +<p>When the brutes fell back, the man upon the ice showed that he was +by no means dead, though his exhaustion was plain. He struggled to his +knees, and reaching up seized the hunting-knife from Enoch’s +belt, and the small axe with which the latter had cut the ice away from +his traps. With one of these weapons in each hand he crouched in +readiness to defend himself when the wolves should renew their +attack.</p> + +<p>And he had not long to wait, for both hunger and natural ferocity +urged them on. Suddenly the leader, with a savage snarl which fairly +turned the blood cold in Enoch’s veins, cast itself full at +him!</p> + +<p>Raised upon his hind legs the old timber-wolf, the hero of a +thousand fights with other pack-leaders, or with the young upstarts of +his own tribe, was fully as tall as his antagonist. The sight of its +wide red jaws, from which the froth flew as it does from the lips of a +mad dog, the gleaming yellow teeth, the capacious throat which seemed +fairly to steam with the fetid breath expelled from the beast’s +lungs, almost overcame young Harding. For the moment he was enthralled +by the terrifying appearance of the wolf, and his arms lacked the +strength necessary to swing his gun.</p> + +<p>The charge would surely have overborne him had Enoch not slipped +upon the ice as he shrank back, and providentially he fell upon one +knee. The wolf had sprung at his throat and the pioneer lad’s +sinking to the ice caused the beast to leap clear over both the human +actors in the drama. But as its lean gray body flashed past, the +stranger reached up and with Enoch’s keen hunting-knife slit a +great wound in the exposed body. A wild yell rose above the clamor of +the pack and the old wolf rolled over and over on the ice in the +agonies of death, the blood spurting from the wound at every pump of +its heart.</p> + +<div class='figcenter'> <img src='images/i208.jpg' id="img006" alt='' /> <p class='center caption sc'>T<span class='fss'>HE</span> W<span class='fss'>OLF</span> S<span class='fss'>PRANG AT</span> H<span class='fss'>IS</span> T<span class='fss'>HROAT</span></p></div><!-- figure --> + +<p>Instantly half the pack sprang upon the dying leader, every male +desiring to be master, and all doubtless bearing upon their own bodies +marks of the wounded beast’s displeasure. This change of front +enabled Enoch to recover both his equilibrium and his presence of mind; +and when the other beasts gathered courage to attack him in turn, he +was ready to beat them off with his gun and to ably assist his +companion in continuing the slaughter. The wolf he had first shot was +attacked by its comrades, too, for at the smell and taste of blood the +creatures showed all the characteristics of cannibals.</p> + +<p>Nevertheless, Enoch and the man crouching at his feet, had all they +could do to defend themselves from the charges of the remaining wolves. +If the beasts sprang high the boy met them with long-arm swings of his +rifle; if they fell short the axe or the knife flashed and the wolves +limped away with savage howls, their blood dyeing the frozen surface of +the creek. For yards about the besieged the ice soon had the appearance +of a mighty strife and although he had only received a scratch or two +himself, Enoch was well spattered with blood.</p> + +<p>Hunger and the issue from their own veins drowned the natural +cowardice of the canines. They charged blindly, and as fast as one went +down beneath the blows of Enoch’s gun, or was seriously wounded +by his companion, another wolf sprang to the attack. Three already lay +dead on the ice, torn limb from limb by their comrades, and three +others limped upon the outer edge of the circle, seriously wounded; but +still the fierce brutes sprang at their prey, and sprang again!</p> + +<p>Involuntarily Enoch shouted aloud at every blow he struck, but his +companion maintained a desperate silence. The boy did not cry out +because he expected any aid; yet assistance was within call. A figure +came running over the ice from up stream and the sharp crack of a rifle +announced the approach of Lot Breckenridge, who had come out to meet +his friend. Another wolf rolled over in the throes of death, to be +seized by its companions and torn to pieces with horrid cries. Lot came +on with shouts of encouragement and together with Enoch laid about him +with clubbed rifle until the remaining wolves, their cries now turned +to yelps of fear, stampeded from the scene of the battle and sought +safety in the forest, from the edge of which they howled their +disappointment at their antagonists.</p> + +<p>It was Lot who first regained his breath and spoke. “Zuckers! +but that was a great fight,” he cried, hugging Enoch in his joy +at finding him practically unhurt. “But you look as though you +had been killin’ beeves, Nuck. And who’s this with +you?” The individual in question rose stiffly to his feet with a +significant “Umph!” “Why!” exclaimed Lot, +“it’s an Injin–it’s Crow Wing! Where’d +you pick him up, Nuck?”</p> + +<p>Enoch was vastly astonished to see whom he had befriended. “I +had no idea who it was,” he said. “How came you in this +country, Crow Wing?”</p> + +<p>The Indian, now grown to be a tall and magnificent looking warrior, +was breathing heavily and had some difficulty in answering for a +moment. He stood, too, on one foot, holding up his left one like a +lamed stork. “Umph!” he grunted at last, “White boys +in good time. Save Injin sure!” He gravely offered his hand first +to Enoch and then to Lot. “Crow Wing lame. Hurt foot–break +gun–wolves come howl, howl, howl! No can scare ’em; no can +make fire; no can run good. Umph!”</p> + +<p>“You’ll have to go to our camp,” said Enoch. +“You can’t travel on that foot. You’ve sprained or +broken it.”</p> + +<p>Crow Wing nodded. He made no sign that the foot hurt him, excepting +by holding it off the ice. “Some wolf pelts good,” he +remarked, sententiously.</p> + +<p>Lot had already turned away to examine the dead beasts. Only two +skins were fit to be stripped from the carcasses and added to the pelts +Enoch had brought from the traps. The two white boys quickly obtained +these and then, with the Indian hobbling between them, and leaning on +their shoulders, the trio made their way to camp through the moonlight, +while the remaining wolves slunk back to the scene of the battle and +devoured their dead comrades.</p> + +<hr class='pb' /> <h2><a id='link_13'></a>CHAPTER XIV<br /><span +class='fss'>THE TESTIMONY OF CROW WING</span></h2> + +<p>The natures of the white man and the red are so opposed that it was +impossible from the beginning of our North American history that either +should really understand the sentiments and desires of the other. In +the eyes of the Indian the most stoical and repressive white man was +little better than a garrulous old woman. The “Yenghese,” +as the Indians called the English, were less criticised on this point +than were the French; but the latter, being an imitative race, more +easily adapted themselves to the manner and life of the red man, and +therefore won his confidence if not his respect.</p> + +<p>Crow Wing displayed neither astonishment at finding the two white +boys here, nor pain at the serious accident which had overtaken him. +And it would have been a waste of time to urge him to explain more +fully his being in this neighborhood. When he was ready to speak he +would do so, and long after Lot Breckenridge was asleep, rolled up in +his blanket and with his feet to the fire which blazed at the opening +of the hut, did Enoch wait for the story. Crow Wing waited until he had +slowly smoked out the little brass-bowled pipe which he carried with +tobacco in a pouch at his belt. This pouch of tobacco and another of +parched Indian corn, were all the provisions the ordinary Indian +carried when on the march. The forest must supply his larder from time +to time as he had need; and if game was scarce the red man went +uncomplainingly with empty stomach.</p> + +<p>“Harding and Lot found much pelt?” he said, +questioningly, waving his hand at the bales of furs in the back of the +shelter.</p> + +<p>“So-so. We can’t complain, Crow Wing. You were trapping, +too?”</p> + +<p>“Yonder,” replied the Indian, pointing to the west. +“Crow Wing look at trap; wolves met him; wolves very hungry; make +much mad when hungry. Umph!”</p> + +<p>“And they attacked you right away?”</p> + +<p>“Umph! Me shoot; then club gun. Hit tree first time; break +gun; then run some more. Catch foot and fall; much hurt. That +all.”</p> + +<p>“Are you alone at your camp yonder?”</p> + +<p>“Umph!” said the Indian, nodding affirmatively.</p> + +<p>“You had better stay here till your foot’s well. I +reckon that gun can be repaired, too. Only the stock is +broken.”</p> + +<p>The Indian’s eyes gleamed, showing that this statement pleased +him vastly. Crow Wing’s “fire-tube” was his most +precious possession. “Me thought no good,” he said.</p> + +<p>“I know of a man in Bennington who can fix it,” declared +Enoch. “Have you many pelts at your camp?”</p> + +<p>On his fingers Crow Wing showed how many beaver skins, otter pelts, +wolf hides, and other and less worthy furs, he had obtained. He also +stated that he had three steel wolf traps and two beaver or otter traps +which he had obtained from a farmer for whom he had worked.</p> + +<p>“We can bring ’em all over here. Lot and I will go for +them. You can’t get around on that foot much for several weeks. +It’s bad. You ’tend camp and stretch pelts, while Lot and I +look out for the traps. Then, when we go home, you take one third of +the pelts.”</p> + +<p>Crow Wing thought of this silently for a moment and then held out +his hand with gravity. “Good! Crow Wing go to Bennington with +Harding and Lot; sell pelts there and get gun fixed. Umph!”</p> + +<p>Although Enoch had suggested this scheme upon his own responsibility +he knew Lot would agree to it. Really, it was a good thing for all +three. Crow Wing’s gun was useless, and his lame foot made +traveling next to impossible for a while. But he could keep camp all +right and look after the pelts. The traps the Indian had would be of +much service to the white boys and would increase their own gains not a +little. So upon this amicable basis the Indian joined the party and the +next day Lot and Enoch, directed by Crow Wing, traveled to the +Indian’s camp and packed back both the traps and the skins.</p> + +<p>The boys learned that Crow Wing’s people now resided in New +York colony, on the shores of Lake George, and that the young warrior +had not been east of the Twenty-Mile Line since the raid of Simon +Halpen upon the Widow Harding’s cabin. By patient questioning +Enoch learned that Halpen had lived for months at a time with the +tribe, but that he was not an adopted member of it, and was not +altogether trusted by Crow Wing’s people.</p> + +<p>“When burn cabin, old chief–my father–be told. +Injins friends with Bennin’ton men; friends with York men, too. +But Hawknose,” the Indian’s sobriquet for Simon Halpen, +“sent away. He never come back.”</p> + +<p>“You have hunted with him?” said Enoch, with some +eagerness. “You were with him that day–you know–long +ago; the day the Yorkers came up to James Breckenridge’s +farm?”</p> + +<p>Crow Wing made no reply for some time, gazing with gloomy eyes into +the fire. Finally he said, speaking in an oracular manner, yet brokenly +as he always did, for the English tongue was hard to him: “Jonas +Harding not friend to Injin; Injin not friend to him. You friend to +Crow Wing. You fight Crow Wing; fight ’um fair; when foot well we +fight once more? Umph!”</p> + +<p>Enoch laughed. “I’ll wrastle you any time you like, Crow +Wing. But you can beat me running.”</p> + +<p>The Indian, undisturbed, went on: “You not like father; you +not speak Injin like he be slave-man; Injin free!” and he said it +proudly, for the redskins looked down upon the negroes because they +were the slaves of the colonists. “Hawknose no like Jonas +Harding; he own your land; he buy it from Great Father of York and he +buy it from Injin. All land Injin’s once,” he added, with a +cloud upon his face. “Injin come with Hawknose to measure land; +white man bring little thing to measure it; Jonas Harding throw +Hawknose in creek and more white men beat him. White man, like Injin, +feel he squaw when beat. Hawknose mad; tell Injin he kill Jonas +Harding; drive you from land.”</p> + +<p>“But father was killed by a buck in the forest,” said +Enoch, carefully hiding the emotion he felt.</p> + +<p>“Umph!” grunted Crow Wing, and would say nothing further +at the time.</p> + +<p>Lot, although he had been often a companion of the Indian when the +latter lived near his uncle’s farm, looked upon him just as he +did upon Sambo, Breckenridge’s slave boy. He had played with him, +swam with him, learned to use the bow and arrow under Crow Wing’s +instruction, and had gained something of forest lore from the Indian +youth; but he had no respect for him, or for his peculiarities. He had +not learned at ’Siah Bolderwood’s knee of the really +admirable qualities of these people whom the whites were pleased to +call “savages.” Lot made no objection to Crow Wing’s +joining them, for his presence, and the use of his traps, was a very +good thing for them. He patronized the Indian, however, and was not +above suggesting that, as the redman was so ignorant, it would not +really be necessary to divide the pelts in even thirds at the end of +the season.</p> + +<p>“The trader won’t give him but about so much for them, +anyway, no matter how many he offers,” he said to Enoch. +“You know how it is with them. Injins can’t count and the +traders fool ’em and cheat ’em. We’d better take some +of his ourselves and so get some good out of them.”</p> + +<p>“That isn’t honest, Lot!” cried Enoch, hotly.</p> + +<p>“Huh! it’s honest enough. We won’t be cheating the +Injin, for they’ll do him no good. And there’s no use in +the traders makin’ so much on him.”</p> + +<p>“Then we’ll go with him and see that the traders treat +him honestly,” declared young Harding.</p> + +<p>“Zuckers!” exclaimed the careless Lot. “Catch me +putting myself out that way for a redskin.”</p> + +<p>“You’re glad enough to use his traps, Lot!” cried +Enoch. And the two old friends came very near having a falling out over +the matter. Lot simply followed the example of the older settlers whom +he knew. It was no particular sin to cheat an Indian. They were too +much like children to look out for themselves in a bargain, anyway.</p> + +<p>But as week followed week, Crow Wing’s manner toward Enoch +Harding showed that he had adopted him, Indian fashion, as +“brother.” Not that the red youth displayed any affection; +that was beneath a brave. But he appreciated Enoch’s respectful +treatment of him. Crow Wing treasured this in his mind and, when the +spring came, and they packed their bales of furs by canoe and hand-sled +to Bennington, and Enoch took pains to make the traders pay the Indian +quite as liberally as they did Lot and himself for his furs, his +gratitude blossomed in its fulness.</p> + +<p>Lot went home to see his mother; but Enoch took Crow Wing to the +Harding house with him and gave him an old canoe in which the red youth +could make his way by water and portage to his home on the shores of +Lake George. Crow Wing did not go near the house when Enoch met his +mother and the younger Hardings after his long absence; but he sat down +to dinner with them and if he used his fingers oftener than his hunting +knife to prepare his food it was not remarked, for forks were not +always used by the settlers themselves at that day. His gravity awed +the younger children, while Bryce admired his proportions openly. The +Indian youth was certainly a magnificently built fellow.</p> + +<p>Before he went away he sat beside the creek and silently smoked a +farewell pipe while his white friend waited for his last words. Enoch +believed Crow Wing had something to tell him regarding Simon Halpen and +that the time for speech had come; but knowing his nature the white +youth had not tried to hurry this confidence.</p> + +<p>“Hawknose come here once more–what you do?” Crow +Wing asked, when the pipe was finished.</p> + +<p>“Simon Halpen is my enemy. If you have an enemy what do you +do?” returned Enoch, with some emotion.</p> + +<p>The Indian nodded. “Hawknose, Jonas Harding’s enemy. No +deer kill Jonas Harding. Hawknose yonder then,” and he waved his +hand toward the deer-lick at which the dead settler had been found +three years before.</p> + +<p>“How does Crow Wing know that?” queried the white boy, +eagerly.</p> + +<p>“Crow Wing there, too.”</p> + +<p>“You saw him―” began Enoch, but the Indian cut him +short with an emphatic “Umph! No see. Hear shot. Shot kill doe. +Jonas Harding kill doe. Gun empty.”</p> + +<p>“Yes, we found the gun and the dead doe. And there were marks +of a big buck all about the place and father–was dead.”</p> + +<p>“Hawknose there,” said the Indian, gravely. “Crow +Wing see him–running. Pass him–so,” with a gesture +which led Enoch to believe that the running Halpen had crossed the +Indian’s path within a few feet. “He no see Crow Wing. He +run fast–look back over shoulder. And blood–blood on +shirt–blood on hands–blood on gun! Go wash ’em in +river. Then run more.”</p> + +<p>“You saw him running away from the lick?” gasped Enoch. +“But there were no footprints but father’s near the place. +Only the hoof prints of the big buck.”</p> + +<p>“Umph! Crow Wing no see big deer; no hear ’um. But see +Hawknose run,” said the Indian significantly.</p> + +<p>“But I can’t understand how Halpen could have killed +him, Crow Wing. He did not shoot him, and if he had been near enough to +strike father down, why did his moccasins leave no mark?”</p> + +<p>The Indian rose gravely. “Some time we see. Crow Wing come +back here. Harding go with him to deer-lick. Look, look–find out, +mebbe.”</p> + +<p>“But after three years how can anything be found?” +demanded Enoch, in despair.</p> + +<p>“Will see,” returned Crow Wing, and, without further +word, entered the canoe and pushed out into the river. Nor did he turn +about to look at the white youth once while the canoe was in sight. But +he left Enoch Harding stirred to his depths by the brief and +significant conversation. The youth did not understand how Simon Halpen +could have compassed his father’s death; yet Crow Wing evidently +suspected something which he had not seen fit to divulge.</p> + +<hr class='pb' /> <h2><a id='link_14'></a>CHAPTER XV<br /><span +class='fss'>THE STORM CLOUD GATHERS</span></h2> + +<p>Enoch scarce knew Bryce after his winter’s absence. The +younger boy had felt the responsibility of his position as head of the +family pro tem and although he had lost none of his cheeriness and love +of action, he had gained some cautiousness. His care for little Henry +and the girls was delightful and Mrs. Harding was undoubtedly proud of +him. Although kept at home almost continually by his duties, Bryce had +been able to trap enough beavers to buy the rifle which he had long +wanted and on the first training day after the roads dried up in the +spring, he went with Enoch to Bennington and was enrolled in Captain +Baker’s company.</p> + +<p>And during this year of ’74 the train bands became of more +importance than ever before. While in Boston and in other cities of the +colonies, meetings were held in secret and companies of minute men were +drilled by stealth, here in the Grants the Whigs trained openly, and +the reason for it was known, too. The course of the foolish King and +his ministers was widening the breach between the mother country and +the American colonies until, when the Continental Congress met on +September 5th of this year, royal authority was suspended almost +everywhere but in the New York Colony. Within its confines were the +strongest and most influential Tories, while the Dutch, who made up a +goodly share of the population, although becoming good patriots in the +end and warmly supporting the struggling nation which was born of that +Congress, were phlegmatic of nature and slow to rouse.</p> + +<p>During these months so pregnant with coming trouble, the controversy +between the land jobbers and the Grants waned but little. The Yorkers +had received so many sharp lessons, however, that they were careful to +attack no settlers who were within reach of assistance from any body of +Green Mountain Boys. And as Allen, Warner, and Cochran had many +“hide-outs” in the hills, where they kept munitions of war +and to which they summoned their followers by means which actually +seemed to savor of the Black Art to their enemies, it was difficult for +the Yorkers to know where it was really safe to carry on their attacks +against the peaceful grantees. Being “viewed” became a most +serious matter indeed, and many a luckless surveyor or other underling +of the sheriff of Albany, carried the blue-seal of the Green Mountain +Boys upon his person for months after an unexpected meeting with those +rangers of the forest.</p> + +<p>But the Yorkers kept away from Benningford and the surrounding +district. More farms had been taken up there by Hampshire grantees than +in other parts of the disputed ground and the reign of the Green +Mountain Boys was supreme. The Hardings had been very happy since the +building of the new house, and, as there had been a school established +in the vicinity, the girls and Harry attended for six months in the +year. Kate had grown to be a tall girl and looked like her mother, +while Mary and Harry were becoming of considerable use outside of, as +well as in, the house.</p> + +<p>Enoch and Bryce cleared a piece of woodland that year and late in +the fall there was another stump-burning. ’Siah Bolderwood came +down from his “farm” near Old Ti to join in the +festivities; but several of the young people who had attended the +stump-burning three years before were not present. Robbie Baker was up +north with his father, and Lot Breckenridge had moved away from the +vicinity of Bennington; Crow Wing did not come to try his skill at +wrestling with Enoch, so the latter sat by with ’Siah as one of +the judges, for he was older than the other contestants. Lot’s +mother had married a man named Lewis who owned and worked a farm much +nearer the Connecticut River, in the town of Westminster, and after his +return from their winter’s trapping the spring before, Lot had +gone across the mountains to work for his stepfather.</p> + +<p>Lot had always been his dearest friend and Enoch missed him sorely, +and as he could not go trapping with him this winter, he agreed to +visit Westminster for a fortnight or so, some time during the idle +months. It was March when he started to cross the range and although +the roads were still full of snow, he went horseback. A sleigh was a +luxury that few Bennington people owned, although Nuck might have +hitched the old wood-sled to Dobbin. He spent one night at a +farmer’s on the road, and was welcomed at supper time the next +evening at the Lewis house.</p> + +<p>“Zuckers!” exclaimed Lot, running out to drag his friend +off his horse, “I tell ye, I’m glad to see ye! And +so’ll marm be–if the young uns don’t bother her too +much. There’s three Lewis young uns, too, besides the baby, and I +tell ye, they’re a wild lot. I’d rayther tackle them wolves +that you’n Crow Wing got mixed up with last winter. Seen the +Injin since?”</p> + +<p>“Not since I sent him home with more money than he had ever +seen before in his life,” replied Enoch.</p> + +<p>“Very foolish of you! We might have had some of his pelts just +as well’s not.”</p> + +<p>“You don’t mean that, Lot,” said Enoch, who knew +that young Breckenridge talked a deal more recklessly than he really +felt.</p> + +<p>“Well, never mind all that,” said Lot. “Tell me +the news. What’s goin’ on ’tother side the mountings? +Did ye know that lots more red-coats had come to Boston? And they +say–leastways, a pedlar that come through here told us so last +week–that the Boston folks have got a lot of guns and ammunition +stored in the country towns and the minute men are drilling day and +night. Do you s’pose there’ll be war there, +Nuck?”</p> + +<p>“If the Massachusetts people feel like we do here in the +Grants, there’ll be fighting,” said Enoch, his eyes +flashing. “What d’you suppose would happen if troops were +quartered on us?”</p> + +<p>“I’m goin’ to Boston if there’s a +fight,” declared his friend. “Mr. Lewis says I can. +He’s a nice man–marm’s second husband–and +he’s strong for the Grants, too. He’s got a Hampshire +title. But there’s lots of Tories around here. The court’s +goin’ to sit next week an’ there’ll be trouble then, +mark my word. Lots of the cases these Tories have hatched up against +our people are goin’ to be tried, an’ the Whigs ain’t +goin’ to stand it. Judge Chandler ain’t so bad a man; but +Judge Sabin and the others are dead set ag’in all our folks. They +say the sheriff has sworn in a big lot of deperties. Mebbe you’ll +see some fun before you go back to Bennington, Nuck.”</p> + +<p>As Lot’s idea of “fun” was pretty sure to be a +scrimmage of some kind, it can be easily seen how strained the +relations were then between the Whigs and the Tory court of the +district. Whereas Tories and Whigs had lived at peace before, now they +became bitter in controversy and even families were divided upon the +questions of the hour.</p> + +<p>Enoch found Lot’s stepfather to be a very quiet, pleasant man, +who made it a point to be at harmony with all his neighbors, yet whose +personal feelings and opinions as a Whig were well known. Lot delighted +in being where the older men of the community discussed the trend of +public affairs and it was due to him that Enoch, the second night after +his arrival, gained some little notoriety in Westminster by an +encounter he had at the Royal Inn, kept by one John Norton.</p> + +<p>The tap-room and parlors of the inn were occupied every evening at +this time by the men of Westminster, and by certain visitors who had, +for some days, been gathering for the meeting of the General Court. And +all these visitors were not attorneys, or plaintiffs and defendants in +the several cases which would come up for hearing before their Worships +the justices. The sheriff was already at Westminster and there were +more armed men about the town than had ever been seen there before at +one time. Until the closing hour earnest discussions were carried on in +the inn, for although the Royal, or “Norton’s house” +as it was called, was the headquarters of the Tories, many Whigs +frequented it, too. Naturally, the young men and half-grown boys wished +to listen on the outskirts of these groups, and Lot Breckenridge was +desirous of hearing all that went on. Enoch went with him to the inn +rather against his will. Mistress Harding did not approve of such +places for youths and Enoch had not grown so old or so big as to wish +to disobey his mother, or even to believe that she was less able to +guide him than she had formerly been.</p> + +<p>The inn was well filled, indeed, that night and Master Norton was +bustling about from group to group, dropping a word here and another +there, determined to keep all his guests pleased as maybe; for despite +his Tory principles, the innkeeper was first for his own pocket and +would not antagonize any man knowingly. Mine Host was particularly +attentive to a party of ten or a dozen gentlemen who, having eaten, now +sat grouped before one of the fires engaged in earnest, and somewhat +noisy, conversation. The figure of the sheriff was the centre of this +group.</p> + +<p>Lot and Enoch stood with other young men within ear-shot and heard +many remarks which plainly showed the affiliation of the sheriff and +his friends to the Tory cause; and the party had dined so well that +they were not particularly careful to modulate their voices so that +others in the vicinity who might be of a different mind, should not +overhear them. The sheriff was a pompous man who, when he spoke, +commanded the attention of all about him. The dignity of his office +rode him hard and his companions deferred to him almost servilely, for +at that day such an officer was held in great reverence, especially by +the King’s adherents.</p> + +<p>“These malcontents who would question the right of the King to +govern them, should be punished, every man Jack of them!” the +sheriff declared, looking about fiercely at his auditors. “I care +not who they are, nor how high they stand. That Dr. Warren and Mr. Otis +of Boston are gentlemen of education and position I grant ye; but they +should feel the heavy hand of the law nevertheless–yes, sir! And +some of these fellows who have gone to Philadelphia and are making such +a rumpus there–they should be taught their place!”</p> + +<p>“That they should, Master Sheriff!” cried one of his +supporters.</p> + +<p>“The King’s men treated that Otis just right some months +back,” growled another–a man who sat back in the shadow of +the high mantel and wore a cloak, the high collar of which half muffled +his face. At the speech of this one Enoch, who had been dragging at the +sleeve of his companion to get him away, ceased this and pushed forward +himself. Something in the tone of the last speaker’s voice had +attracted his attention and he strove to see his features.</p> + +<p>“They should be whipped–every man Jack of them!” +cried the sheriff, repeating his favorite expression.</p> + +<p>“Better let Ethan Allen and his boys beech-seal them, eh, Sir +Sheriff?” cried some Whig on the outskirts of the group, and a +laugh was raised among those of like feeling.</p> + +<p>“We shall settle that villain Allen–we shall settle him, +sir!” declared the sheriff, angrily. “The Honorable Court +will punish these fellows who retain their lands without proper +authority from the King and our Governor. There will be an overturn in +these Grants ere long–mark my word, sir!”</p> + +<p>“The dogs should be driven back to Massachusetts and +Connecticut–where they came from,” growled the man with the +cloak.</p> + +<p>“That’s true!” exclaimed several of the group.</p> + +<p>“Aye, and the time approaches when it may be done,” +cried the sheriff.</p> + +<p>“But what think you Ethan Allen, Seth Warner, ’Member, +and the rest of the boys will be doing, Sir Sheriff?” demanded +the same Whig who had before spoken.</p> + +<p>“They’ll be clapped into Albany jail–that’s +what will become of them!” declared the sheriff.</p> + +<p>“And a right good place for them,” said he of the cloak. +Enoch was still maneuvring to get a sight of this man, but the shadow +of the high mantel was cast across his face. All the boy could see was +the gleam of his eyes as he turned with an angry gesture toward the +audience. “The boldness of these outlaws is +astonishing.”</p> + +<p>“That Allen appears to have many followers,” suggested a +mild mannered man beside the sheriff.</p> + +<p>“He is a bully; they fear him!” declared the former +speaker, vigorously.</p> + +<p>“How is that, John Norton?” cried the Whig, who +evidently was a bold man to so flout the sheriff and his friends. +“You know Colonel Allen personally. Should you call him a bully +and say that he governs men by fear?”</p> + +<p>“Not I!” exclaimed the innkeeper. “And saving your +presence, sheriff, it would be a man of some stomach who would dare say +that to Ethan Allen’s face. As for these same Green Mountain +Boys, it is not fear that keeps them together.”</p> + +<p>“I tell you they are a set of masterless villains!” +cried the dark man, turning angrily about so that at last the collar of +his cloak fell back. “They should be driven out of the colony and +their houses burned to the ground―”</p> + +<p>Suddenly he stopped. His harsh voice died to a whisper and his +astonished companions looked at him in amazement. For a moment he +seemed to have been frozen in his chair, and their eyes following his +glance fell upon the white and angry face of Enoch Harding who had +pushed through the ring of listeners. “And it is you who would +set the torch to their homes!” exclaimed the youth, his voice +shaking. “You already have one count of the kind against you, and +if you ever come to Bennington again there’ll be more than a +beech-sealing awaiting you–you villain!”</p> + +<p>Some of the crew sprang up in astonishment, and some in anger. +“Who is that bold rascal, landlord?” demanded the sheriff. +“Bring him here.”</p> + +<p>But Lot had fairly dragged the angry Enoch to the door and now +pushed him out of the inn. “What’s the matter with you, +Nuck?” he demanded. “D’you want to get us all into +trouble?”</p> + +<p>“That’s Simon Halpen!” exclaimed Enoch, panting +with excitement. “I’d have flown at his throat in another +moment.”</p> + +<p>“Zuckers!” exclaimed Lot. “The feller that burned +down your marm’s house? Don’t blame ye for bein’ mad. +But ye don’t wanter stir up a fuss here. Our game is ter lay low +and let the Tories start the row if they’re minded to. +You’ll see. Mr. Lewis an’ some others is goin’ to see +the judges to-morrow an’ try to keep the court from +sittin’. They’ll sure be trouble if the Tories bring our +people before the court. We can’t git no fair trial, so we +won’t be tried at all.”</p> + +<p>Enoch was very silent on the way back to Lot’s house. The +shock of seeing Simon Halpen again after all this time, had stirred the +youth greatly. Despite the fact that the villain was so far away from +the Walloomscoik, and would probably not dare go near Bennington, Enoch +could not help feeling troubled by the circumstance of his presence +within the borders of the Grants. And he was glad that ’Siah +Bolderwood had promised to remain at or near the Hardings’ home +while he, Enoch, was at Westminster.</p> + +<p>Under Lot’s advice the two boys said nothing of the little +scene at the inn and the next morning Mr. Lewis went with other stable +men of the town to call upon the justices who would preside at the +court when it met. The feeling between Whigs and Tories was so strong +that all peace-loving men feared bloodshed. At the first blow a +terrible civil war might begin–a war in which neighbor would +engage with neighbor and the community be utterly ruined. And if the +court sat and tried the cases against those settlers who refused to +purchase New York titles to their lands, or to leave their homes at the +order of the sheriff and his deputies, the battle would begin. Nobody +could doubt that.</p> + +<p>Despite the fact that the offices were held by the Tories, the Whigs +were greatly in the majority. And this majority declared the will of +the people should be upheld, and that will was that no court should sit +until matters quieted down and the heat had gone out of the political +veins of the community. They presented this matter strongly to the +judges and warned them of what might be expected if the court undertook +to sit at Westminster. Although staunch Tories, the judges were +impressed by what was told them by the committee; Justice Chandler, +indeed, gave his word that nothing should be done toward convening the +court until time had been given the people to cool down. It was +promised, too, that the sheriff and his men should not be given a free +hand in the town.</p> + +<p>With these assurances from Judge Chandler the committee of Whigs +returned. To make sure that the sheriff, who with his men were spending +every day and night at the Royal Inn, did not seize the court-house in +defiance of the people’s will, the Whigs sent a guard to that +building on the evening of the 13th–the day before that set for +the convening of the court. This guard, however, was armed only with +clubs, and was set to keep the troublesome factions of both parties in +order, and was recruited from among the better affected families of the +town. Lot Breckenridge and Enoch were allowed by Mr. Lewis to join +these volunteers.</p> + +<hr class='pb' /> <h2><a id='link_15'></a>CHAPTER XVI<br /><span +class='fss'>THE WESTMINSTER MASSACRE</span></h2> + +<p>What March 5, 1770, had been to the people of Boston and the Colony +of Massachusetts, March 14, 1775, was destined to become to the patriot +citizens of Vermont. That date reminds them to-day of the first blood +shed in the great struggle within the borders of the Grants–the +first pitched battle between American yeomanry and the minions of a +cruel and tyrannical king. Before the martyrs were shot down at +Lexington was the Westminster Massacre–an incident which set the +torch to the passions of the Whigs throughout the Grants.</p> + +<p>Despite the efforts of Judge Chandler, who really was honestly bent +on peace, the associate Judge Sabin and the fire-eating sheriff brought +about that clash of arms, the stain of which was to be wiped out by +nearly eight years of bitter war. The Tory officials and their henchmen +gathered about the court-house when it was known that the Whigs had +seized it, and threatened an attack early in the evening of the 13th; +but apparently willing to abide by the decision of the chief justice, +they dispersed after that worthy had promised the Whigs that nothing +should be done to oust them from the premises until the following day. +Chandler doubtless went to his repose, believing that his partisans +would uphold him in his promise.</p> + +<p>But the sheriff had other views. He had gathered a noble army at +John Norton’s inn. There were no Whigs there that night. They +sought other houses of entertainment, or their own homes, for their +leaders had counseled moderation. But the wily sheriff finally gave his +orders, and those orders were inspired by Judge Sabin and other rank +Tories. Separating as they issued from the inn into three bodies, the +sheriff’s men approached the guarded court-house from as many +directions and were thundering at the doors before the Whigs were aware +that such treachery was intended. There was not a fire-arm in the +court-house, but when called upon to surrender the guard refused and +strove to barricade the entrance.</p> + +<p>Although the young men had expected nothing like this, they had not +taken their duty lightly. They were of the best Whig families of the +neighborhood and had not accepted the responsibility as a lark. Enoch +became acquainted with one of his companions early in the evening who, +because of his open face, free and gentle manner, and earnest +conversation impressed the Bennington boy as being a youth of better +parts than were most of the backwoods people. Lot told his guest that +this individual was William French, the son of a Mr. Nathaniel French, +a man well known and respected highly by his neighbors. Like Lot, young +French was deeply interested in the affairs of the colonies, especially +in what was occurring in and about Boston. He had planned to go to the +Massachusetts colony and offer his services to the Committee of Safety +there if war really became imminent, though he would go, Enoch saw, in +a much different spirit from Lot’s. Lot was eager for a fight for +the fight’s sake; but French realized the root of the trouble and +espoused the cause of the persecuted colonists from principle.</p> + +<p>It was eleven o’clock at night when the sheriff and his men +attacked the Whig guards, and many of the latter were asleep. The +uproar was great as the besieged tried to keep the Tories out of the +building; but the latter were reckless and knew that they had to do +with a practically helpless enemy. They forced an entrance, though the +Whigs rallied well and delivered some telling blows with their clubs. +These blows doubtless had much to do with what followed, for the +sheriff’s men became greatly incensed. All the lights in the +house were put out and for several moments the antagonists fought in +the dark. Enoch was not behind in the battle and was one of those in +the front rank which strove to beat the sheriff’s men back to the +door. William French fought next him, while he could hear his friend +Lot shouting encouragement not far away.</p> + +<p>The Tories were under a disadvantage in the dark and some of those +still without ran with torches and thrust them in, that the +battleground might be illumined. At that the sheriff, spurred by rage +and the smart of a blow he had received, cried to his men: “Fire! +Fire at the rascals who defy the law’s authority!”</p> + +<p>Some of his men took him at his word and putting their pieces to +their shoulders, they had been using them as clubs, shot blank-point +into the group of opposing Whigs!</p> + +<p>It was a terrible scene that followed. Several men fell about Enoch, +and groans and cries rose from the wounded. A bullet had sent +Enoch’s cap spinning into the air, but he did not notice that. +Young William French had fallen beside him and the Bennington boy +stooped and caught the young man’s head and shoulders from the +floor that he might not be trampled upon.</p> + +<p>Shouts and imprecations deafened him. The Whigs still fought, but +some had already tried to escape by a side passage and were being +brought back by the sheriff’s men. That wicked man was calling +upon the Whigs to surrender, and more than one shot was fired after +that first volley.</p> + +<p>Enoch, with the head of the bleeding youth in his arms, cried to +those about him to move aside and bring a light. All were too much +inflamed by passion to heed him for a time; but suddenly one man sprang +forward and thrust a huge, brass-locked pistol into his own face. The +boy was frightened, and strove to throw himself backward out of range; +but the pistol snapped!</p> + +<p>Providentially the weapon was either unloaded, or the powder was +damp. Otherwise that moment would have ended Enoch Harding’s +earthly career. And in the flash of torchlight which was an instant +later cast upon the scene, the startled boy recognized the dark +features and hawk nose of Simon Halpen. The villain had sought him out +and had striven to pay off old scores in that moment of confusion and +uproar.</p> + +<p>But the confusion helped Enoch to escape, too. Lot seized his +shoulder and dragged him up from his knees. “Let him alone, poor +chap!” he whispered hoarsely in his friend’s ear, and Enoch +saw that he was crying, “Let him alone. He is dead. Oh, these +villains shall be punished for this–they shall be punished! War +has begun, Nuck–and we have seen its beginning!” In his +horror and despair Lot Breckenridge was prophetic. War had begun; the +first blood of the revolution–antedating in its sacrifice the +Battle of Lexington–had been shed.</p> + +<p>Indeed, Lot and Enoch were fortunate to escape from the building, +for ten of the Whigs had been wounded beside poor French, and seven of +the remaining were taken prisoner. The town was roused and a great +concourse of people gathered in the streets. The sheriff and his men +were loudly execrated, and even some of the Tories expressed their +indignation. The men who had done the deed were forced to remain under +cover for the rest of the night while the alarm went into all the +countryside and by daybreak the patriot farmers were pouring into +Westminster–a horde of indignant citizens before whom the Tory +officials trembled.</p> + +<p>The very judges themselves were taken into custody and had not the +better counsel of the staid and solid men prevailed, the sheriff and +those who aided him might have been hung to a gibbet erected in the +court-house yard. On the fifteenth Captain Cochran and forty Green +Mountain Boys, who had been apprised of the terrible affair, marched +over the mountain to arraign themselves upon the side of the Whigs if +the matter should come to real warfare. But fortunately further +bloodshed was averted, and never again did a Tory judiciary hold court +in Eastern Vermont.</p> + +<p>Enoch went back to Bennington with some of Robert Cochran’s +company. News of the Westminster affair had preceded him and the +Catamount Inn was thronged with earnest men discussing the matter and +various other news-packets which had lately come from other colonies. +War with the mother country seemed inevitable and Ethan Allen and men +of his stamp looked forward to it not without some eagerness. It was +not that they were reckless and irresponsible, or did not understand +the terrible situation in which the colonies might find themselves +should the mother country send across the sea a great army. But in the +coming struggle they beheld the salvation of their own people and of +the Hampshire Grants.</p> + +<p>Therefore, perhaps even previous to this time, immediately following +the Westminster Massacre, these leaders had earnestly discussed the +possibilities of war and what the Green Mountain Boys could do to +further the cause of the colonies. On the shores of the beautiful lake +which was the colonists’ boast, were two of the strongest +fortresses–or two which had been and could be made again the +strongest–of the New World, Ticonderoga and Crown Point. At Old +Ti were many stores and munitions of war and the place was held by a +comparatively small guard of red-coats who had a great contempt for, +and therefore small appreciation of, the valor of the colonials.</p> + +<p>With these circumstances in mind Old Ti was already an object of the +conferences of Vermont’s leading men. Possessing that fortress, +Crown Point, and Skenesboro, the lake would be free of British and the +way to Canada open; and at that early date it was strongly believed by +the patriots that the French descendants of the early settlers of +Canada would join the Colonies in their fight for freedom.</p> + +<p>Young Enoch Harding did not see the leaders as he passed through +Bennington; but he was waylaid there a dozen times, and upon his road +home, to satisfy the curiosity and interest of his neighbors in the +Westminster trouble. Letters from Boston had roused them to the highest +pitch, too. Nor were his mother and Bryce any less anxious to hear and +discuss the news. Mistress Harding had lived within a few miles of +Boston and felt a deep interest still in the people and the affairs of +the Massachusetts Colony. That a foreign soldiery should have been +landed on her shores fired even this good and gentle woman with anger, +and when Bryce said he’d go to Boston, too, along with Lot +Breckenridge, if there was war, she did not say him nay.</p> + +<p>But the Hardings had little time to waste upon politics. The boys +had to drop the drilling soon, too, for it came ploughing and seed +time. ’Siah Bolderwood remained about the settlement rather later +than usual that year; and mainly for the reason that public affairs +were so strained. He said his own crop of corn which he intended +putting into the lot near Old Ti upon which he “had let the light +of day” could wait a bit, under the circumstances, for there +might be occasion to “beat his ploughshare into a sword” +before corn-planting time.</p> + +<p>Therefore he was still with the Hardings that day late in April when +Ethan Allen, riding out of Bennington into the north to carry a torch +which should fire every farm and hamlet with patriotic fervor, reined +in his steed at the door of the farmhouse. The children saw the great +man coming and ran from the fields with Bolderwood, while the widow +appeared at her door and welcomed Colonel Allen.</p> + +<p>“Will you ’light, sir?” she asked him. “It +has been long since you favored us with a visit.”</p> + +<p>“And long will it be ere I come again, perhaps, Mistress +Harding. I am like Sampson–I have taken an oath. And mine is not +to rest, nor to give this critter rest, until I have spoken to as many +true men in these Grants as may be seen in a week. The time has come to +act!”</p> + +<p>“Reckon I’d better be joggin’ erlong toward Old +Ti, heh, Colonel?” remarked the ranger, leaning an elbow on the +pommel of the saddle.</p> + +<p>“You had, ’Siah, you had. We can depend upon you, and +those red-coated rascals there must be kept unsuspicious and their +fears–if they have any–lulled to sleep. I have one man +already who proposes to put his head in the Lion’s mouth and +return–providing the jaws do not close on him–to tell us in +what state the old pile of stone is kept.”</p> + +<p>“But what has started you out so suddenly, Colonel +Allen?” demanded the widow.</p> + +<p>“What! have ye not heard? There was a packet came from Boston +yesterday.”</p> + +<p>“We have seen nobody this week,” declared Enoch.</p> + +<p>“There has been blood shed, friends,” said the giant, +earnestly, his eyes flashing and the color in his cheek deepening. +“American freemen have been shot down like sheep in the +slaughter!”</p> + +<p>“Where? Who were killed? What was the cause? Who did +it?” were some of the queries hurled at their informant by the +little group.</p> + +<p>“Fifty men, they say, were murdered. At Lexington, in +Massachusetts. There were munitions stored there belonging to the +militia. The British got word of it and marched from Boston to destroy +the goods. They fired on our people at the bridge and when the poor +fellows broke and ran they followed and potted them like rabbits! War +has begun, friends. Nothing under the blue canopy can stop it now. +American blood has been shed and I tell you it is but the beginning of +the flood which must pour from our veins until these colonies are +free!”</p> + +<p>“Oh, Colonel! you do not believe that?” cried the widow. +“Surely this trouble can be averted. Calmer and more honest men +will gain control and prevail. War is an awful thing.”</p> + +<p>“True, Widow Harding. And well may you say it who have two +sons to give for freedom. But mark my words, madam! Those two boys of +yours will be needed, and if the Almighty spares them they will be some +years older before either side in this controversy gives in.... Now +friends, I must away. You know what is expected of you, ’Siah. +Young Nuck, you’ll be wanted at Bennington to-morrow.”</p> + +<p>“Oh, shall our people really attack Ticonderoga?” cried +Kate. “The schoolmaster says that is the strongest fortress in +the Colonies.”</p> + +<p>“Your schoolmaster is a bit of a Tory, I fear, miss,” +said Allen, smiling down upon her. “We shall have to +‘view’ him if he tells such tales in school,” and +waving his gauntleted hand he rode swiftly away from the homestead.</p> + +<p>“I am off at once, folks,” said ’Siah, beginning +to make his pack for the journey. “I’ll see you up near Old +Ti, Nuck, for the Colonel means business sure! We may have some such +doin’s up there as your father and I had under Rogers and Old Put +years ago.”</p> + +<p>He went away shortly and there was little the Hardings could do that +day but talk over the wonderful news and let their fancy run upon the +future. The widow saw that coming which she had feared for months, but +she was cheerful. Nuck must go on this expedition to Lake Champlain, +and she said it with unshaken voice. Bryce was to remain to guard the +home, for there was no knowing what the result of the attack on Old Ti +might be.</p> + +<p>The alarming intelligence brought by Colonel Allen had its effect +upon the younger members of the family as well as on the older, for +late in the afternoon Harry came running to his mother with the +information that there was a man lurking in the forest across the +creek. The child had seen the stranger twice and being fearful that the +man was there for no good purpose was much troubled. The older boys +were in the field at work, but when the widow blew the horn Enoch came +up to learn the cause, for it was not yet supper time. Hearing +Harry’s report he seized his rifle and went to the creek bank, +approaching the spot very carefully, for he feared at once that their +enemy, Simon Halpen, might have dared follow him from Westminster.</p> + +<p>He had scarcely reached the creek, however, when he was apprised of +the identity of the visitor. A head, in the black locks of which a tuft +of eagle feathers was fastened, appeared above the bushes, and the next +moment the person thus betrayed came out into full view and beckoned +him. It was Crow Wing who had approached the Harding place through the +forest. Enoch leaped into his own boat and paddled across, remembering +the Indian’s promise the year before to visit him at some time +for the purpose of examining the vicinity of the spot where Jonas +Harding had been slain.</p> + +<hr class='pb' /> <h2><a id='link_16'></a>CHAPTER XVII<br /><span +class='fss'>THE CLOVEN HOOF</span></h2> + +<p>The grave face of the young Indian brave was undisturbed by a smile +as he greeted the white youth whom he had not seen for more than a +year. But he shook Enoch’s hand with an emphatic +“Umph!” when the latter sprang ashore.</p> + +<p>“Crow Wing!” exclaimed young Harding. “I thought +you had forgotten us in these parts. You’ve been away a long +time.”</p> + +<p>“Umph! Injin no forget friends,” remarked Crow Wing, +sententiously.</p> + +<p>“And you’ve come here to see me–’way from +Lake George?”</p> + +<p>“Umph!” was again the non-committal answer. +“Harding and Crow Wing go hunt,–shoot deer? Crow Wing need +new moccasins,” and he thrust forward one foot on which was a +ragged covering. But Nuck knew well enough the Indian had not traveled +through the wilderness from Lake George merely for the pleasure of +going on a deer hunt with him. But he said, doubtfully: +“We’re pretty busy just now, Crow Wing. Can’t go far +with you.”</p> + +<p>“Not go far. Plenty deer yonder,” and he pointed in the +direction of the lick where Jonas Harding had been killed. Nuck +understood. “I’ll go with you. Will you come across and eat +supper with us?”</p> + +<p>But the Indian shook his head vigorously. “Will eat yonder. +Have meat. Harding get rifle and blanket. Will make fire.”</p> + +<p>He turned about instantly and plunged into the forest. Enoch was +astonished by his manner and words, familiar as he was with the +peculiarities of the red race. Crow Wing had never refused to eat with +them before; he had always seemed to enjoy the “white +squaw’s” cooking. But Enoch had no fear that his one-time +enemy was playing him a trick. He paddled across the creek for his +blanket, told his mother that he was going on a torchlight hunt, with +whom he was going, and without further explanation returned to follow +his red friend. He had noted the direction the young brave had taken. +The way led directly to that little glade where, nearly four years +before, he had spied upon Simon Halpen, the Yorker, and Crow Wing had +driven him so ignominiously home. There was a fire here now, but the +Indian was alone.</p> + +<p>An appetizing odor of broiling flesh greeted the white youth, for it +was already growing dark in the forest and Crow Wing was preparing +supper. Enoch did not open the conversation, but busied himself with +making a couple of bark platters out of which they might eat the meat +when it was cooked. He was anxious enough to broach the subject +uppermost in his mind; but he knew Crow Wing better than to do that. +Anxiety, or curiosity, were emotions which only squaws gave way to, and +Enoch would not exhibit his feelings and so disgust his red +brother.</p> + +<p>Crow Wing was evidently a man of importance in his tribe now, and +his gravity was far beyond his years. While they ate Enoch asked a +question or two about his people, and if the decimated tribe, which had +never recovered numerically from a scourge of smallpox, still resided +near Lake George. He learned then that the Indians had struck their +lodges and were journeying toward the northern wilderness. The old +chief, Crow Wing’s father, was dead, and the youth himself +aspired to be the leader of his people. From a word or two he let drop +and from his manner of speaking, Enoch judged that the older men of the +tribe had some doubt of Crow Wing’s ability to govern the braves; +but evidently the youth had strong hopes of gaining their +confidence–and that by some act in the near future. What his plan +for advancement was, Enoch could not get his friend to tell.</p> + +<p>“Why do your people leave the shores of the pleasant +water?” asked the white boy.</p> + +<p>“Injin not ’lone there now. Red-coat come; then white +farmer. Push, push; crowd, crowd; no game. Injin starve.”</p> + +<p>“And where are you going?”</p> + +<p>“To the hunting grounds of the Hurons.”</p> + +<p>“But then there will be war between your people and the +Hurons.”</p> + +<p>“No; no war. Hurons be squaws–children; Iroquois master +’em. Then, war-hatchet buried between Hurons and Six Nations. +Buried when French and Yenghese bury hatchet–long time +’go.”</p> + +<p>Enoch, with more than curiosity, yet speaking in a careless manner, +continued his questioning: “What would the people of Crow Wing do +if there was another war?”</p> + +<p>The Indian flashed a sudden sharp glance at him. “How could +be?” he asked, craftily. “Yenghese got many +red-coats–much gun. French no fight more.”</p> + +<p>“Suppose we should fight the red-coats?”</p> + +<p>“Umph! Me hear Long-guns” (the Virginians) “talk +fight to Six Nations. No. Yenghese send too many big chiefs over +water.”</p> + +<p>“Those big chiefs aren’t always good,” returned +Enoch, quickly. “Your people remember General Abercrombie. He did +not know how to fight in these forests. And there was Braddock; he was +no good at all. He wouldn’t have been beaten if he’d taken +Colonel Washington’s advice. I’d give a lot more when it +comes to a fight for our Major Putnam, Mr. Washington, and Ethan +Allen.”</p> + +<p>The Indian’s face was gloomy. He had finished eating now and +leaned back against a tree while he puffed the tobacco in the little +copper pipe which was his constant companion. Not until the pipe was +smoked out did he speak. “Harding my friend,” he finally +said, in his grave tone, repeating a formula which he had used so many +times since the night Nuck had saved him from the wolves. +“Harding my friend. Crow Wing know what is in his mind. He thinks +to fight the red-coats–to take their great stockades; he is not +afraid of their many guns. But he is foolish; he is as a child; he does +not understand. Let him open his ears and listen to his +friend.”</p> + +<p>The young chief had assumed that oracular tone and manner so dear to +the red man in his counsels. His earnestness, however, impressed Enoch. +“The white youth and his friends are angry with the great King +across the water; they would kill his red-coats. But the red-coats are +like leaves when the frost comes; they fall to the ground and so cover +the earth; and it is thus with the red-coats for numbers. And the Six +Nations will be with the red-coats; Crow Wing’s people will be +with them. If there is war we will take many scalps; we will come +here,” with a gesture, sweeping in the Bennington country, +“and then Crow Wing and Harding not be friends. So Crow Wing come +now to say to Harding, ‘Good-bye.’”</p> + +<p>“But why do not the Indians help us instead of the +red-coats?” demanded Enoch, striving to speak calmly.</p> + +<p>“The great King give us blankets; he give us powder for scalp; +he give us gun. The red-coats let Injin fight his own way. And Crow +Wing be great war chief!” he exclaimed, with some emphasis. It +was plain that he expected to make his position with his tribe secure +by his valor in battle, should the settlers and the British come to a +rupture. He refrained from speaking longer, however, rising soon and +covering the fire which he had kindled. Then, seizing a bundle of +torches and his rifle, he motioned Enoch to follow and they set off +through the forest toward the deer-lick.</p> + +<p>Although he felt the utmost confidence in the fact that Crow Wing +had not come clear from Lake George simply to give him this warning and +to bid him good-bye, Enoch still remained silent upon that subject +which the Indian’s appearance had brought so forcibly to his +mind. Through the darkened forest, in which the owls now hooted +mournfully, the white youth followed the red without a word; every step +was taking them nearer to that place where his father had been found +dead so long ago. Crow Wing had spoken with some confidence the year +before of being able to find, even at this late day, some sign which +should disprove the generally accepted belief in the manner of Jonas +Harding’s death.</p> + +<p>The brave soon reached the deeply worn runway which Enoch, on the +morning he was introduced to the reader, followed to the creek, and +soon the two came upon the little glade where the saline deposits in +the earth had attracted the deer and other animals since such creatures +inhabited the forest. Dark as it was Enoch could even distinguish the +very tree out of which the catamount had sprung at him, and the murmur +of the hurrying waters down the rocky bed reached his ear. Here +’Siah Bolderwood and the other neighbors had found the dead body +of the elder Harding, apparently trampled and gored to death by the +huge buck whose hoofprints marked the ground all about. Enoch had +seldom passed the spot without a shudder–especially since he had +so nearly lost his own life there.</p> + +<p>Still the Indian made no comment, nor mentioned the real reason for +which they had come to the lick. He wet his finger and held it up so as +to get the direction of the wind. Then circling the lick and getting +between it and the creek-bank, he flung down the bundle of torches and +motioned Enoch back into the deeper shadow. With his own flint and +steel, and using a bit of tinder from the leather pouch he carried, he +lit one of the resinous torches. This he stood upright some little +distance away, yet not too near the piece of ground where the creatures +of the forest were accustomed to obtain their salt. Then, crouching +beside his white friend, the Indian remained motionless and speechless +for the next three hours. Once Enoch crept out and renewed the torch +which had burned low; then he returned to Crow Wing’s side.</p> + +<p>All the sounds of the forest at night are not to be distinguished +with ease. Even Enoch, bred in the wilderness and possessing much +knowledge of wood-ranging, heard only the coarser sounds. Therefore he +lay half dreaming for some moments after the Indian raised his head and +lent an attentive ear to some noise which came from far away. The +night-owl’s hoot was intermittent; a lone wolf howled mournfully +on the hillside; in the swamp a catamount screamed as it pounced upon +its prey. But it was none of these sounds which had attracted the +Indian’s attention. Enoch suddenly roused to see Crow Wing softly +reach for his gun and bring the weapon slowly to his shoulder.</p> + +<p>The white youth already had his own weapon in hand. He tried to +pierce the darkness beyond the flickering torch with his eyes, seeing +naught at first but shapeless shadows. At length, however, the sound +that had warned Crow Wing of the approach of their game, was audible to +Enoch’s much less acute ear. It was that of a steady grinding of +a ruminant animal feeding. The creature was coming slowly nearer and +soon the hunters could plainly hear it cropping the leaves and twigs +along the path; then, having gained a choice mouthful, the grinding of +the molars recommenced.</p> + +<p>Suddenly the thick brush across the glade parted and the animal +halted with a surprised snuff–one might almost say gasp of +astonishment. The crash in the bushes betrayed that the creature had +flung itself half around in its contemplated flight; then it hesitated; +the flaming torch spurred its curiosity and, there being no movement in +the glade, except of the shadows caused by the dancing flame from the +fragrant pine, the startled creature was tempted.</p> + +<p>And being tempted to the point of hesitation, it was lost! Slowly, +blowing as it came yet drawing nearer and nearer to the light, the +beast moved out of the brush into the open. Suddenly Enoch saw +it–the branching antlers, the fawn-colored breast, the pointed, +outstretched, eager muzzle, the great eyes in which the torch reflected +a glint of fire. It was a magnificent buck, the largest specimen of the +deer tribe the youth had ever seen. Suddenly Crow Wing jogged his +elbow. A glance passed between them. Each understood the other’s +intention. The Indian fired, his ball entering just above the +buck’s breast and ploughing slantingly upward through the throat. +With a snort of terror the buck swerved to one side and might have +gotten away had not Enoch’s shot found a more vulnerable spot +behind the foreleg. The heart of the great deer was punctured, and it +fell in the agony of death.</p> + +<p>“Umph! Now Crow Wing have new moccasins,” the Indian +grunted, without emotion. But Enoch went forward, lighting a second +torch the better to view the great buck. It was still now and +outstretched on the earth looked even larger than when in life. The +thought flashed through his mind: “Ah! perhaps this was the very +brute–this enormous fellow with his hoofs bigger than those of a +steer and his terrible horns–that killed my father here. Could it +be possible?”</p> + +<p>Looking upon this huge buck, noting its power and its fierce aspect, +though the brute’s eye was glazed by death, he wondered if, by +any chance, he had been accusing an innocent person? This brute would +have been perfectly able to kill a man. Naught but the hoof-marks of +the deer were found about the body of his father. How, then, could +Simon Halpen be in any wise guilty of his enemy’s death?</p> + +<p>But Crow Wing brought the white youth to a realization of present +things. The Indian knew that their hunting was over for that night. No +other deer would approach the lick, for the smell of the blood from the +slain buck would warn its mates away. Only the creatures of prey would +be attracted now. So he was down on his knees and had already begun to +flay the dead carcass, and Enoch, seeing this, began to help him. It +was near midnight, and when the hide was off, the tongue and the most +tasty parts removed, Crow Wing built another fire, wrapped his blanket +about him, and lay down to sleep.</p> + +<p>But Enoch could not sleep. He had cut off and hung up near the camp +a haunch of the venison to take back with him in the morning. They had +removed so far from the lick that certain preying beasts dared quarrel +over the remains of the noble buck until daylight; but the youth sat +with his back against a tree and his rifle across his knees until the +dimpling water of the creek was kissed by the first beams of the sun +which shot over the distant range of hills. His thoughts were +sufficient to keep him wide awake.</p> + +<p>Enoch was not the first to stir; but Crow Wing, possessing the +hunter’s faculty of awaking at any desired hour, sat up and threw +back his blanket. “My brother did not sleep,” he said, +looking upon the white youth with gloomy brow.</p> + +<p>“No; I couldn’t do that, Crow Wing,” Enoch +returned, sadly.</p> + +<p>The Indian got upon his feet, threw wood upon the fire, and prepared +to cook the deer meat he had reserved. They ate in silence as they had +the night before. Never had young Harding seen the redskin act so +strangely, for during the winter Crow Wing had spent with Enoch and Lot +on the Otter, he had by no means been silent or morose. The white youth +could not fail to see that something–something beside what +troubled Enoch–bore heavily upon Crow Wing’s mind.</p> + +<p>After eating the Indian scattered and covered the embers of the fire +and prepared to leave the spot. He went toward the lick where the deer +had been torn to pieces by the prowling animals Enoch had heard. At the +edge of the clearing he halted and attracted his companion’s +attention by a commanding gesture. “Harding’s father found +here by the tall white man,” he said, simply.</p> + +<p>“Yes. ’Siah Bolderwood found him,” Enoch sadly +admitted.</p> + +<p>“Then we look–see how Hawknose kill him.”</p> + +<p>“But Crow Wing, it was four years ago―”</p> + +<p>The Indian stopped him with a gesture of disdain. “Does my +brother think we look for trail? No, no! The white man not find +trail?”</p> + +<p>“Of course not. There were only marks of the buck’s +hoofs.”</p> + +<p>Crow Wing pointed to the spoor of the dead buck made the night +before. “Trail big as that?” he asked.</p> + +<p>“Yes. It might have been this buck.”</p> + +<p>“No buck,” declared the other, emphatically and then +began to move about the open glade, examining each tree trunk as he +went. Enoch did not understand his actions but he followed him. The +Indian gazed upon each tree scrutinizingly, and no knothole in the +rough boles escaped his attention.</p> + +<p>When the tree proved to be hollow at its base the searcher +experimented with his gun barrel, poking it into the farther extremity +of the cavity and rattling out the decayed wood and the débris of +squirrel nests and owl lairs. In several cases these creatures +themselves were disturbed, the lively squirrels to run chattering up +the higher branches, the owls lumbering away into the forest, bumping +against the trees in their blindness, and hooting mournfully at the +disturbers of their peace. All this time Crow Wing continued with an +unmoved face. Not an interstice in the roots of the trees escaped his +eye and to Enoch, who could not imagine what he was looking for, his +actions seemed without reason. But he knew better than to ask him the +nature of his search.</p> + +<p>For two hours Crow Wing circled about the little glade. There was +not a tree which escaped him, nor did any hollow go unexamined which +was within reach of the tallest man. Crow Wing’s face betrayed +neither hope nor disappointment and therefore his companion could not +tell how important this search was. The patience displayed by the +Indian was all that suggested the object of his examination to be of +any moment.</p> + +<p>At length, in poking the barrel of his gun into the hollow at the +base of a big tree Crow Wing disturbed some object which fell out upon +the ground. Enoch, who looked over his shoulder could not at first +imagine what it was. He saw several rotting straps attached to the +thing, however, and as his companion with a grunt of evident +satisfaction, began poking into the hollow still further, the white boy +picked the object up and knocked the dirt and decayed wood off it. It +was so strange an object that at first Enoch saw no connection between +it and the matter which he and Crow Wing had discussed–Jonas +Harding’s death.</p> + +<p>It was the dry and broken hoof of some ruminant animal–an ox, +perhaps, for it was too large for any deer that Enoch had ever seen. It +was even larger than the hoof of the buck he and Crow Wing had recently +shot. And when the boy thought of that he was reminded of the hoof +prints which had been found all about the lick when his father’s +body was discovered lying there. He uttered a stifled exclamation and +drawing up one foot fitted the cloven hoof against the sole of his +moccasin. The rotten straps or thongs would once have bound the thing +to a man’s foot. He might have stood upon it–walked upon +it, indeed; and the impression left by this cloven hoof would naturally +lead one to suppose that a big deer had been that way!</p> + +<p>Enoch turned with sweating brow and shaking hands toward the Indian. +Crow Wing stood upright again and now held a second hoof, likewise +supplied with thongs, in his hand. They looked at each other.</p> + +<p>“Umph!” grunted Crow Wing. “Now Harding know? See +moose hoofs. Crow Wing know where moose killed–see moose killed. +Hawknose kill much that winter; Hawknose hunt with Injins up north; +then come back to crick. Harding ’member what Crow Wing tell him +when trapping on Otter Crick? See Hawknose running; blood on clothes; +blood on hands and on gun. Now Harding know how father be +killed.”</p> + +<p>Enoch’s eyes blazed with wrath. “I know, Crow Wing. I +believe what you tell me. I see no other explanation of the affair. +Give me those hoofs, Crow Wing.”</p> + +<p>“Harding keep them till he punish Hawknose?” queried the +Indian.</p> + +<p>“Yes.”</p> + +<p>The young brave pulled his belt tighter and prepared to depart. +“Hawknose never Crow Wing’s brother,” he said. +“Harding been brother. But now the hatchet will be dug up. The +Long-guns cannot get the Six Nations to fight the red-coats. And the +friends of my white brother will be beaten. They will become the squaws +of the red-coats and of the great King across the sea. So my people +will go north and join the red-coats.” He shook Enoch’s +hand gravely. “Crow Wing and Harding been brothers; but when they +meet again be enemies. Umph?”</p> + +<p>“I hope we’ll never meet again, then, Crow Wing,” +declared the white youth. “I hope there will be no war. More than +that, I hope your people will not join the British if there is +war.”</p> + +<p>But without further speech, or a glance behind him, the Indian brave +strode away into the forest and was quickly lost to view.</p> + +<hr class='pb' /> <h2><a id='link_17'></a>CHAPTER XVIII<br /><span +class='fss'>“THE CROSS OF FIRE”</span></h2> + +<p>Having at length been assured beyond peradventure that his +suspicions were true, a desire for vengeance upon Simon Halpen sprang +to life in Enoch’s heart. He forgot the momentous matter which +had filled his mind before the appearance of Crow Wing the evening +before. He thought only of his father’s murderer, the man who had +tried to injure them all, even to the point of destroying their home +and attempting to shoot himself.</p> + +<p>As he tramped back to the house with the haunch of venison on his +shoulder, he determined to tell nobody there of the finding of the +moose hoofs which explained the mystery of his father’s death. +The hoofs he saved to show Bolderwood, and for evidence against Simon +Halpen if the opportunity ever arose to punish that villain. It was +easy to see with this evidence before him, how the awful deed had been +accomplished. With the moose hoofs strapped upon his feet the Yorker +had crept through the forest on the trail of the unconscious Jonas +Harding; had seen him shoot the doe; and then falling upon him suddenly +had beaten him to the earth with his clubbed rifle and had bruised and +mangled him so terribly that the neighbors, at first glance, pronounced +the poor man killed by a mad buck. Hurrying from the vicinity, dress +and hands covered with blood as Crow Wing had seen him, Halpen had +hidden the deer hoofs in the hollow of the tree, and escaped to Albany, +his vengeance accomplished.</p> + +<p>“But he shall suffer for this yet,” thought the youth, +with compressed lips. “God will punish him if the courts do not. +And sometime he may be delivered into my hand, and if he +is―”</p> + +<p>The implied threat frightened him, and he did not follow it even in +his thoughts, but by again turning his attention to the matter which +Ethan Allen’s visit the day before had suggested, he strove to +bring his mind into better tone before meeting his mother. He feared +that the expression on his features would betray something of his +horror and determination to her sharp eyes. When he reached home, +however, he found the family so greatly excited that nobody thought to +either ask questions or to notice his behavior. A drill had been called +at Bennington and Enoch was forced to saddle the horse and hurry away +at once. Under the present conditions it was thought best for Bryce to +remain at home, for if the Green Mountain Boys marched upon Ticonderoga +the younger Harding could not be spared to accompany the +expedition.</p> + +<p>The Council was in session and the leaders of the Green Mountain +Boys remained in Bennington for more than a week. Couriers had arrived +from the south and east and it was known that the British were rapidly +being shut up in Boston. The Massachusetts Colony was afire with wrath +because of the Lexington massacre. The Grants people were quite as +rebellious against the King’s authority, with the sad affair at +Westminster fresh in their minds. The proposal to capture the British +strongholds on the lake met with favor everywhere. Small bodies of +armed men began to come in and a camp was planned at Castleton. It was +said that a large body of troops was to march from Western +Massachusetts and Connecticut to aid the expedition. When Ethan Allen +returned and heard of these reinforcements he immediately desired to +bring in more of his own people for the work proposed.</p> + +<p>“This is our work,” he declared. “We have planned +to lead this campaign and lead it we shall. We must show the +southerners that we are one in heart and intention and therefore every +able-bodied man in the Grants must come in. It isn’t enough for +us to have some men; we must have the most men and thereby control the +expedition. We want the honor of it!”</p> + +<p>“You must lead us, Colonel!” exclaimed Warner, who, +although he had no such following as did Allen, was sure of a goodly +company of determined men to join the expedition. “We’ll +follow you into Old Ti or anywhere else; but no stranger must +command.”</p> + +<p>“Then I must have more men to my following than anybody +else,” declared Allen, vigorously. “I have seen a great +many myself, but there are districts I haven’t been able to +reach.”</p> + +<p>“We must send out a cross of fire to rouse the clans,” +Captain Warner said, with a smile. “But who shall go? +Bolderwood?”</p> + +<p>“’Siah has reached his own land–where he’s +let the light in upon some acres, I understand–near Old Ti. And +he’s got his work cut out for him there. No; I have the chap in +mind to send up along the Otter. There’s only one thing I fear. I +understand that a plaguey Yorker has been seen about Manchester for a +week past. Just what he’s so attentive to certain people for at +this time bothers me, Seth.”</p> + +<p>“But if he’s only a surveyor, or +speculator―”</p> + +<p>“A Yorker means a King’s man these times,” +exclaimed Allen. “I got a sight of him–a lean, hook-nosed +fellow with a face puckered like a walnut; but we didn’t pass the +time o’ day. I think he’s spying on us.”</p> + +<p>“If he is―” began Warner, wrathfully.</p> + +<p>“I’m sorry for him, that’s all,” declared +the Green Mountain leader. “If I catch him and it’s proven +against him, I’ll hang him to the highest limb in this neck of +woods.”</p> + +<p>“But the person you will send out with the warning, +Colonel?” cried Warner. “Whom have you in your +mind?”</p> + +<p>“I see him coming now,” declared the leader, laughing. +“I sent word to him last evening. He should have been to +Castleton ere this; but the widow―”</p> + +<p>“It’s young Harding!” cried Captain Warner. +“I recognize him. And, Colonel, from what I have seen of the +young man, he’ll bear out your confidence in him.”</p> + +<p>Enoch had approached near enough to hear this last and he flushed +deeply. “I was told you wanted to see me, Colonel Allen,” +he said, saluting awkwardly.</p> + +<p>“I do indeed,” said Allen. “You’re ready for +campaigning, I see. Leave your traps–even to your blanket and +gun–with Master Fay here. You’ll want to travel light where +I send you,” and he proceeded to explain the mission he wished +the youth to perform.</p> + +<p>“I am ready, Colonel,” declared Enoch, throwing off his +knapsack.</p> + +<p>“Good! Away with you at once. Use yonder horse till you get to +Manchester. Beyond that there will scarcely be bridle paths, so a horse +will be in your way. Take the word around that the time has come to +strike. And have them rendezvous at Castleton. Be off, my boy, and may +success go with you!”</p> + +<p>The horse in question was a fine steed that Allen had ridden into +town that very morning. The youth sprang into the saddle and, +understanding that haste and cautiousness were the two things most +desired of him, trotted the animal easily out of the town and then put +the spurs to him along the road to Manchester. He spared neither the +horse nor himself until he reached the latter place and had left the +steed in the keeping of a loyal man to be returned at the first +opportunity to Colonel Allen. Of course, all the men in this section of +the Grants had been warned of the proposed expedition against the +fortresses on Champlain; it was those who dwelt deeper in the +wilderness to whom young Enoch Harding had been sent.</p> + +<p>He knew what was expected of him. And he knew, too, how most of the +Grants people would receive the news. Colonel Allen was beloved by them +as were few leaders. This Connecticut giant who had given up his desire +for a college education and a life among books because duty called him +to the work of supporting his family, who had been by turn a farmer, an +iron forger, had tried mining and other toilsome industries, but who +nearly always worked with a book in his hand or beside him where he +could read and study–this man with his free, jovial air and +utterly reckless courage, was become as one of the heroes of old to the +people of Vermont. The men on his side of the controversy in which +Allen had taken such a deep interest, loved him devotedly; those who +espoused the New York cause hated him quite as dearly, for they feared +him.</p> + +<p>So when Enoch set out from Manchester to go from farmstead to +farmstead and from clearing to clearing, he was not in much doubt as to +whom he should send to Castleton and whom he should pass by without +speaking to regarding the proposed expedition. There would be no +doubtful settlers. The line between Tories and Whigs was drawn too +sharply; and every Whig stood by Ethan Allen.</p> + +<p>Enoch had learned something of the paths and runways of this part of +the Grants. It had been near here that Lot Breckenridge and himself, +with Crow Wing, had spent a winter trapping. Lot had now gone, so he +had heard, to Boston as he said he should if fighting began. He had +gone to help Israel Putnam and the other New England leaders pen the +British into the city and aid in that series of maneuvres which finally +drove the red-coats into their ships. As for himself, Enoch was only +eager to be one of those who should storm the walls of Ticonderoga, and +glad as he was to have been singled out for this present duty, he was +determined to husband his strength so as to get back to Castleton +before the army gathering there should move against the British +fortifications.</p> + +<p>He walked rapidly; more often he ran. In the pouch at his belt he +carried parched corn, like an Indian on the warpath. Occasionally at a +clearing, where some hardy borderer was scratching a living from the +half-cleared soil, he would stop long enough to eat. But usually he +halted only to give the good man of the house the message from Ethan +Allen and, as he passed on and entered the forest on the further side +he looked back to see the settler, his gun on his shoulder, bidding his +family good-bye preparatory to setting out for the rendezvous appointed +for the American troops.</p> + +<p>But nature revolts when a certain point of exhaustion is reached. +Refusing to remain the night at one kindly settler’s home, Enoch +finally found himself in the forest a goodly distance from any other +house. The path could be followed quite easily, the woods being open; +but he was footsore and thoroughly wearied. He shrank from lying down +beside the trail, however, for more reasons than one. On several +occasions that afternoon he had heard of the presence of another +traveler in the vicinity, and the identity of this man he could not +learn. The settlers who had mentioned him, however, declared they +believed him to be a New York agent, or a spy from the British across +the lake, who was going through the region to discover just how the +people felt regarding the rising trouble between the Colonials and the +mother country. Such, at least, had been the trend of his conversation +with the loyal Americans to whom he had been unwise enough to +speak.</p> + +<p>The appearance of the man, too, rather troubled Enoch. He was said +to be tall and lean, with a very black face, a huge nose and fiery +eyes. The youth remembered how Simon Halpen looked a few weeks before +when he saw him at Westminster, and this pretty well described the +scoundrel. Halpen was in the Grants–or had been recently. Perhaps +he had dared come across the mountains toward the lake on some errand +for the Tory party, and the thought that the man who had murdered his +father and who had tried to take his own life, might be within rifle +shot, troubled the youth exceedingly. He could not drive away this +thought and when finally he was forced to stop for rest he trembled to +think that perhaps the light of his campfire would attract an enemy +more to be feared than either the wolves or catamounts.</p> + +<p>But he built his fire, broiled a piece of meat which the last +settler he spoke to had given him, ate his supper, and then prepared to +sleep for a few hours. The moon would rise late, and he desired to set +forward on his journey again as soon as it was light enough in the +forest. Just at present the darkness shrouded all objects. But when he +lay down with his feet toward the blaze and his head upon a heap of +moss for a pillow, he could not sleep, tired though he was. His nerves +were all alive. His limbs twitched so that he could not keep them +still. Every sound of the forest smote upon his ear with insistence. +Although his muscles were wearied his eyes would not close.</p> + +<p>Who was the Yorker that had crossed his path so many times during +the past few hours? What did he desire here in the Otter country? Was +he a spy for the British? or was he upon his own business? And, above +all, was he, Nuck Harding, in danger? The stranger might be roaming the +forest even then, hunting for the messenger of the Green Mountain +chieftain. He had likely heard that Nuck was going from farmer to +farmer, as Nuck had heard of his presence, and the man might +contemplate stopping him. It would be easy for him to creep upon and +shoot the defenseless youth as he lay before the fire.</p> + +<p>Nuck’s only weapons were his knife and the hatchet stuck in +his belt. Lying there within the circle of light cast by the flames he +would be an easy mark for any enemy. As minute after minute passed it +seemed utterly impossible for him to quench this fear and he finally +rose to his feet and got out of the fire light. He stood in the deep +shadow of a tree trunk and cast searching glances around the tiny +clearing in which he had established his camp. Not a living thing did +he observe.</p> + +<p>But if there was an enemy on his trail, and he should come near the +camp and see it deserted he would suspect a trap at once. Either he +would circle about so as to finally find Enoch, or he would fly from +the ambush at once. “I expect I am very foolish,–losing +good sleep that I need, too!” muttered the young fellow. +“But still―”</p> + +<p>He could not explain the strange unrest that possessed him. He was +not of a particularly nervous temperament; therefore his present mood +troubled him the more. There was danger menacing him; he felt it, if he +could not see nor understand it. The only possibility of peril which +reason suggested was through the agency of that stranger. “I must +have things here so that he will not suspect that I am on my +guard,” the youth muttered.</p> + +<p>Forthwith he dragged a piece of a broken tree-trunk to the fire, +wrapped his coat about it and placed his cap at the end of the stick +farthest from the blaze. He was careful to place the rude dummy far +enough away from the fire so that its flickering light should not be +cast upon it too strongly. It really looked, when he was through, as +though some person lay there asleep. He did not feed the flames too +generously, but left burning some hardwood sticks, the glowing coals of +which would lend but little light to the scene. Then he retired again +to the shadow of the tree where, crouching between two huge exposed +roots, he waited with sleepless eyes for that which was, perhaps, +merely the phantom of his fears.</p> + +<hr class='pb' /> <h2><a id='link_18'></a>CHAPTER XIX<br /><span +class='fss'>THE RISING OF THE CLANS</span></h2> + +<p>As still as the shadow of the tree itself, Enoch lay with his face +toward the camp. Truly, had the forest not been so dark outside the +radiance of the fire, he would have set out again upon his journey, and +left this spot which seemed to his troubled mind the lurking place of +some serious danger. The minutes grew to an hour, however, without a +suspicious sound reaching his ears. The usual noises of the +forest–the hooting of the owl, the wolf’s cry, the whimper +of the wild-cat–were all that disturbed the repose of the +wilderness.</p> + +<p>But suddenly a dry twig snapped somewhere near him. The sound went +through the anxious youth like a shock of electricity. Its direction he +could not fathom; yet he was sure that the branch had crackled under +the pressure of a foot. Somebody–or something–was +approaching his fire, which now threw a dull red light across the +forest glade. Enoch’s eyes were fastened first upon one blot of +shadow and then another. Occasionally, too, he darted a glance over his +shoulder, that the approaching enemy might not come upon him unawares. +Just at that time Enoch would have given much for his rifle. Its +presence would have inspired him with a deal of courage. The very fact +that the danger, which intuition rather than reason assured him was +threatening, came from an unknown source, increased his fears. Perhaps +Simon Halpen was not within a hundred miles of that identical spot. He +who was visiting the Tories and New York sympathizers of this region +was possibly nothing worse than the agent of a land speculator. The +youthful Green Mountain Boy might be the only human being within five +miles.</p> + +<p>But suddenly that happened which shattered this fallacious web of +thought in an instant. In the deep shadow of a thick clump of brush +upon the other side of the fire, the youth observed a +movement–rather, a flash or glint of light. The fire, increasing +unexpectedly by the falling apart of one of the logs, had sent a +penetrating ray of light into the thicket and there it glittered upon +some polished piece of metal. Nothing else could have sent forth this +answering gleam; it was not a pair of eyes; Enoch was confident of +that.</p> + +<p>“He is there!” whispered the youth, and he crouched +lower between the roots. His eyes, sharp as they were, could not +penetrate the gloom of the brush clump, and the glittering metal had +now disappeared. But he was sure that the intruder was still there, +reconnoitering the camp. Would he suspect the ruse? Would he observe +that the body lying by the fire was simply a dummy? The youth was glad +to see that the log with his jacket and cap upon it lay almost entirely +in the shadow and that one coat-sleeve was stretched out upon the +ground in a very natural manner indeed.</p> + +<p>The moments that passed then were really terrible to young Harding. +He knew himself to be in no immediate danger from this mysterious +individual who had crept near his camp. Surely, the man could not see +him where he lay shrouded in the darkness. Yet the thought that he was +being dogged by a deadly enemy possessed him, and the doubt as to what +the unknown would do next, brought the sweat to his brow and limbs and +set him trembling like one with an ague. Not a breath disturbed the +bushes, yet he felt that the man was there–there across the +opening in the forest with his eyes fixed upon the supine figure near +the fire. Had he not been warned by that mysterious feeling which had +kept his eyes open and his nerves alert he, Enoch Harding, might now be +lying unconscious with a deadly weapon trained upon him!</p> + +<p>And then the shot was fired! Enoch expected it, yet the explosion +almost betrayed him to the enemy. A gasp of terror left his lips. +Incidental with the explosion he heard the thud of the ball as it +penetrated the log, and the shock of the impact actually stirred the +dummy. It leaped upon the uneven ground!</p> + +<p>This fact was an awful accessory to the attempted murder. The +inanimate object had moved as a human being would if suddenly shot +through a vital part. Perhaps the very gasp of horror Enoch had uttered +reached the ears of him who had fired from ambush. At least the enemy +did not seek to come nearer. Indeed, the youth heard a crash in the +brush and then the retreat of rapid footsteps. Having done, as he +supposed, the awful deed, the murderer fled from the spot. Enoch had +half risen to his feet. Now he sank upon his knees, clasped his hands, +and thanked God for his preservation.</p> + +<p>But he did not leave the sanctuary of the forest’s shadow +until he was fully convinced that the villain who had made the attempt +upon his life was far away. Then, still shaking from the nervous terror +inspired by the incident, he crept to the dying fire, secured his cap +and coat, and went back to the roots of the tree again until the +growing glow above the tree-tops announced the rising of the moon. The +sky grew bright rapidly and soon the moonbeams wandered among the +straight, handsome trees and lay calmly upon the earth. He could once +more see objects about him with almost the clearness of full +daylight.</p> + +<p>Enoch arose and crossed to the clump of brush from which the +treacherous shot had been fired. Through a break in the branches a +flood of moonlight now silvered the earth at this point. He dropped +upon one knee and examined the ground closely. There were the marks of +the feet of him who had tried to shoot a helpless and sleeping human +being. Enoch shuddered and placed his fingers in the impression of the +moccasins. The incident that had just transpired was very real to him +now.</p> + +<p>But he had not come here merely to assure himself of this fact. The +bullet in the log and the hole through his coat were sufficient, if he +had indeed doubted his eyes and ears before. He glanced down at the +coat. Oddly enough the bullet had torn its way through the stout +homespun directly over his heart!</p> + +<p>He glanced keenly now from side to side and saw that the enemy who +made the treacherous attack had come from the trail he had followed +that afternoon, and had returned in the same direction. He followed the +footsteps which led away from the brush clump. In doing this he was +quickly assured that the man who had shot at him was a white man. An +Indian walks with his toes pointed inward; this individual, even as he +ran, pointed his toes out. He was certain, therefore, that his enemy +was no wandering redskin.</p> + +<p>“It was Halpen–I am sure of it!” muttered the +youth, striking into the trail at last and continuing the journey upon +which the darkness had overtaken him. “He believes that he has +killed me. I only hope he will not be undeceived. But if he is ever in +my power he shall suffer! What a villain the man is to follow our +family and seek to murder and injure us! Oh, I hope this war which +Colonel Allen says is surely beginning, will give us folks of the +Grants our freedom from New York as well as from England. I fear men +like Halpen more than I do the soldiers of the King.”</p> + +<p>Although he had not slept, Enoch was rested in body and he traveled +quite rapidly. Before dawn he had aroused two settlers from their +slumbers, delivered Colonel Allen’s message, and gone on his way. +He observed no signs of his enemy of the night and was confident that +the man had not continued on this trail, and was not, therefore, ahead +of him. But he determined not to sleep in the forest during the +remainder of his journey. He spent the day in alarming the farmers, +circling around into the mountains before night and stopping at last +with a distant pioneer who, with his two grown sons, promised to go +back with him to the rendezvous of Allen’s army at Castleton in +the morning.</p> + +<p>Enoch’s mind was burdened with the mystery of Halpen’s +presence in the Grants at this time, however. Surely the Yorker could +not be upon private business. He must have a mission from either the +land speculators, the New York authorities, or from those even higher. +The plans of the Colonials to attack Old Ti and seize the munitions of +war stored there, might have been whispered in the ears of the British +commander, De la Place. Perhaps he had sent this man, who knew the +territory so well, to spy upon the Green Mountain Boys and their +friends. Simon Halpen could do the cause afoot much harm by returning +swiftly to the lake and warning the commander of Fort Ticonderoga. +Enoch believed Colonel Allen should know of Halpen’s presence as +soon as possible; and he was determined to return at once, although he +certainly deserved rest and refreshment after his arduous journey +through the wilderness. Therefore he urged the hurried departure of +these three pioneers and before dawn the quartette started for +Castleton.</p> + +<p>Meanwhile, at the camp of the Green Mountain Boys much was +transpiring of importance to the expedition. The honor of capturing +Ticonderoga history gives unconditionally to Ethan Allen and his +handful of followers; but the suggestion and preparations for the +momentous task was divided between the Colonies of Connecticut, +Massachusetts, and the Hampshire Grants, or Vermont, as it was now +beginning to be called. In April the authorities of Connecticut raised +three hundred pounds for the expense of this expedition and Samuel H. +Parsons, Silas Deane (afterward one of America’s representatives +in Paris, but an arch enemy of Washington) and Benedict Arnold, raised +a handful of troops to send north as a nucleus of that army which was +expected to fall upon one of the strongest British forts in the +country.</p> + +<p>At Pittsfield, in western Massachusetts, Colonel Easton had +recruited a larger band of earnest patriots, and these, joined with the +company from the more southern colony, made a very respectable force to +march through the country to Bennington, where they arrived on May +third. In the meantime at Albany Messrs. Halsey and Stephens had been +pleading with the New York Congress to grant permission for troops to +be raised for, and money devoted to, the capture of the same fortresses +as the New England leaders had in mind. But, as we have seen, New York +was at that time lukewarm in the uprising of the colonies. Beside, the +Continental Congress was to meet in seven days and it was judged better +by the cautious Yorkers to wait and see what that body of +representatives would do before any direct act of war was indulged in. +Therefore New York lost her opportunity of joining in one of the most +glorious campaigns of the entire Revolutionary period.</p> + +<p>The Committee of Safety in Massachusetts, on the other hand, had +decided to act against Old Ti. Benedict Arnold, after stirring up the +people to fever pitch in his own colony, Connecticut, went post-haste +to Cambridge and demanded a commission and authority to raise and lead +the troops against the Champlain forts. This first move of this +much-hated man in the Revolution savored of intrigue and +self-seeking–as did most of his other public acts. He desired the +honor of commanding this expedition, and he was personally courageous +enough to march up to the mouths of Old Ti’s guns if need be; but +he had no personal following and could not hope to recruit men himself +for the expedition. Nevertheless, he proposed to have the backing of a +regular commission from the Massachusetts committee and thus supersede +Colonel Easton. This desire on his part might have become a fact had it +not been for one person whom Benedict Arnold did not take into +consideration.</p> + +<p>The Massachusetts and Connecticut forces were guided to the camp of +the Green Mountain Boys while the leaders held a conference at the +Catamount Inn in Bennington. Colonel Easton was a truly brave man, and +as such was not disturbed by petty jealousy. It was left to fate to +decide who should command the expedition, and Ethan Allen having the +largest personal following, was acclaimed commander. Greatly to +Captain–now Major–Warner’s disappointment his own men +did not number as many as the Massachusetts troops; but he gracefully +yielded second place to Easton and accepted third himself. Plans for +the march through the wilderness were then carefully discussed and the +leaders rode to Castleton and reviewed the raw recruits whose valor +was, at a later day, to be so noised abroad.</p> + +<p>The Green Mountain Boys, after four years of training, presented +much the better appearance. And every man was practically a +sharpshooter. What their rifles and muskets could do against the thick, +if crumbling, walls of Ticonderoga, might with good judgment be asked; +but they lacked neither courage nor faith in their leader. They would +have followed Ethan Allen through a wall of fire if need be to the line +of the British fortifications. In their eyes he was invincible.</p> + +<p>On the morning of the start from Castleton the army was +paraded–a few hundred meagrely armed men to march against a +fortress, to capture which had cost the British two expensive campaigns +and the loss of some three thousand men. Their leaders harangued them, +and Ethan Allen’s promises of glory and honor inspired quite as +much enthusiasm as the commander of any expedition could have wished. +There had gathered to observe the departure many gentlemen of the +countryside, and not a few of those individuals who, at a time like +this, always occupy a prominent position “on the +fence”–that is, they having not yet decided which cause to +espouse, waited to see whether the King’s troops or the earnest +patriots would win.</p> + +<p>Among these spectators was a well set up man of military bearing, +indeed garbed in a military coat, with a cockade in his hat and his +hair carefully dressed. He was quite a dandy, or a +“macoroni” as the exquisites of that day were called both +in London and in the Colonies. His dark visage and hawk-like eye +commanded more than a passing glance from all and when, just before the +troops started, he was observed to walk across the parade and calmly +approach the group of officers standing at one side, all eyes became +fixed upon him.</p> + +<p>“Who is that haughty looking man yonder?” asked one +spectator of his neighbor who happened to be better informed than his +friend, “and what does he here?”</p> + +<p>“What he does here I know not,” declared the individual +thus addressed, “but his name I can tell you, having seen him in +Hartford on several occasions. It is Benedict Arnold, a name quite well +known–and not altogether honorably–in that part of +Connecticut.”</p> + +<hr class='pb' /> <h2><a id='link_19'></a>CHAPTER XX<br /><span +class='fss'>THE RIVAL COMMANDERS</span></h2> + +<p>At this time Benedict Arnold was thirty-five years of age, a +restless, ambitious man who had sought frequently for an opportunity to +distinguish himself in life, but who had never been willing to pay the +world’s price for real success. He looked for a short-cut to +power and fortune, and because of his impatience of restraint and the +small chances of promotion, he had once deserted from the British army. +When the Revolution broke out he was living in Hartford, Connecticut, +where his business was that of druggist, and where his reputation was +not of the most savory among the more respectable merchants of the +town. His character, however, contained those elements of recklessness +and personal daring which stand for bravery with many people, and he +was something of a hero in the eyes of his thoughtless associates.</p> + +<p>It seemed a peculiar fatality that both Arnold and Allen, coming +from the same colony, should go to Bennington and be thrown together at +just this time. It was a great moment in Ethan Allen’s life; the +time was likewise pregnant with the elements which so influenced the +after existence of Benedict Arnold. Ethan Allen’s mind was filled +with a desire to help the Grants, and despite the military glory he +craved, he entered into the scheme for the capture of Ticonderoga with +a real hope of assisting the patriot cause. He was, indeed, a patriot +from the bottom, ready to sacrifice his own interests as well as his +life for the general good. Arnold saw in this rising of his +fellow-Americans the long sought chance to distinguish himself and gain +that power and influence which his nature craved. He saw in the +proposed expedition to Ticonderoga a quick road to prominence. For him +to see this chance was to grasp it.</p> + +<p>Having no following of his own he planned to seize the troops +gathered at Castleton and thus have his name go before the Continental +Congress as the leader of the expedition. If it was successful the +honor would be his; if it failed, his name would be quite as prominent +and the affair might gain him advancement which he could hope for in no +other way. He had no thought nor care for the men who, after weeks of +toilsome effort, had gathered the little army together. Their feelings +in the matter, or their standing with their followers, did not enter +into his calculations.</p> + +<p>That, indeed, was the secret of Benedict Arnold’s life. He +never thought of others. He was ever for self. As a boy we read that he +was cruel to those smaller and weaker than himself, being the +“bully” of the school and of the town in which he lived. He +was ever utterly reckless of his reputation and his greatest pleasure +seemed to be found in some form of malicious mischief. Personally, +however, he did not lack boldness and physical courage. It is told of +him that, being dared by other boys, he once seized the arms of a +waterwheel and followed its revolutions half a dozen times, being +completely submerged in the millrace at every turn. The danger to a +handful of illy-armed troops attacking a fortress like Ticonderoga +appealed strongly to the man’s reckless daring.</p> + +<p>Although Allen and Warner came from the same colony as the newcomer, +neither knew nor recognized Arnold as he approached the group of +officers at this important moment. But Arnold was not a man who could +be for long ignored. His military bearing, his dress, and the hauteur +of his countenance attracted the attention of the three leaders. +“Sir,” said Allen, courteously, “you evidently have +some communication to make to us?”</p> + +<p>“I have, sir,” replied Arnold, calmly. “But not +having the pleasure of a personal acquaintance with +you―”</p> + +<p>“I am Colonel Allen, commander of this expedition,” +interrupted the other, brusquely. “This is Colonel Easton; this +Major Warner. What is your desire?”</p> + +<p>“I am Colonel Benedict Arnold,” said the newly arrived +officer, “and bear a commission from the Massachusetts Committee +of Safety with authority to take command of the troops here gathered, +or which shall be gathered, and proceed against Forts Ticonderoga and +Crown Point,” and he drew the commission from his pocket and +presented it to the company.</p> + +<p>Allen’s ruddy face paled for an instant and his eyes flashed. +“Do I understand you aright?” he exclaimed, and his voice +was sharp enough to be heard by many of the troops near by. “You +have come to take command of these men?” and his gesture took in +the lines of waiting patriots.</p> + +<p>“I have, sir. There is my commission.”</p> + +<p>Allen’s wrath got the better of his politeness and he struck +the offending paper from Arnold’s hand. Warner stooped hastily +and secured it. He and Easton examined the document with angry +scrutiny. Both had given way with cheerfulness to Ethan Allen’s +superiority in the matter; but this affront was personal to them as +well as to their beloved leader. Allen, with his arms akimbo and fire +flashing from his eyes faced the suave and cold intruder. +“Sir!” he exclaimed, “I do not care to see your +commission, nor do I acknowledge your authority. I bear a commission +from a higher court and recognize an authority higher still.”</p> + +<p>“What do you mean, Colonel Allen?” demanded Arnold, for +the moment fearing that the Green Mountain leader had indeed received +some appointment from the Continental Congress, perhaps, which would +invalidate his own.</p> + +<p>“I mean, sir, that my authority is based upon some slight +precedence in this matter–a prior claim which dates back some +years now, Colonel Arnold. I have led some of these men in defending +their homes on more than one occasion and by their free act of will +they have made me their leader now.”</p> + +<p>“Your commission, sir? Where is it?” inquired Arnold, +cool again, upon finding that his antagonist’s rights were based +upon a matter of sentiment.</p> + +<p>“It is there, sir!” cried Allen, furiously, turning and +pointing to the lines of waiting men. “It is there, +sir,–writ on the hearts of those Green Mountain Boys. And a +higher commission than any Committee of Safety can seal.”</p> + +<p>The words were heard by the files of waiting troops and already they +had begun to murmur. That their beloved leader should be displaced by +any person–no matter how high his office–was more than +distasteful to them. At once they were in revolt.</p> + +<p>“Ethan Allen forever!” arose the cry. “We’ll +not march without he commands us!” and more than one threw down +his arms. Arnold found himself facing the possibility of marching upon +Ticonderoga alone, for the mutiny seemed general.</p> + +<p>“Sir, sir!” exclaimed Warner, in anxiety, addressing +Arnold. “You see the feeling of these true-hearted men. No person +can come here and take command of them in this way. We are not regular +troops. We are banded together for the good of all, but we do not yet +acknowledge the authority of a sister colony. We desire to be a +commonwealth of our own here in the Grants and have already been +disturbed enough by usurpers from outside. Reconsider this, I beg of +you. For if you persevere the expedition must fail and that which might +result in great good to our struggling brethren, will end in harm +because of this folly.”</p> + +<p>Arnold, if ambitious and unfeeling, already saw that he was beaten. +He was not obstinate enough to do that which would be sure to redound +to his own hurt and discredit. He had not expected such opposition, for +he did not know the veneration in which the Green Mountain Boys held +Ethan Allen. Now, seeing himself undone, he did that which for the time +endeared him to all. His countenance cleared; a frank emotion played +upon his features and advancing a step toward Ethan Allen he said in a +clarion voice, heard by all:</p> + +<p>“Colonel Allen, you have precedence here after all. I was +mistaken in my premises. Give me a musket and let me march in the +ranks. I shall be proud to be led by so gallant a commander.”</p> + +<p>Instantly a volley of cheers broke out among the soldiery, and Allen +who, above all men, could appreciate such generosity, offered his hand +cordially. “Egad, sir!” he cried, “you are a man +after my own heart. When there are so many jealous cattle running about +the woods, it is a pleasure to meet with a man. Give me your hand, +Colonel Arnold! There is glory enough in this campaign for all, and you +shall share the command with me, if you will.”</p> + +<p>He turned then to his followers. “Men of the Green +Mountains!” he cried, “we are to march at once. Fall in! +And with your courage and the help of Jehovah we shall succeed in our +undertaking. To your places, gentlemen,” to the minor officers, +“and Colonel Arnold and I will lead you.”</p> + +<p>Amid cheers the column moved forward into the forest and took up its +line of march toward the shore of Lake Champlain. Never had the Green +Mountain wilderness echoed to the tread of such a body of men. And they +were worth more than a passing glance for they represented the spirit +which made the American Revolution one of the greatest struggles of the +ages. Like the campaigns of Joshua of old, the battles of the American +yeoman with the trained military of King George proved that, when +guided by the God of Battles, the weak can overcome the strong. These +men, fighting for their homes and firesides, were inspired with a +confidence that overcame even impossibilities. They possessed a faith +in their cause and in their leader like that which threw down the walls +of Jericho and defeated the allied armies of Canaan.</p> + +<p>Even had De la Place and his garrison been informed of their +approach, and of their numbers, he would doubtless have laughed at the +possibility of their successfully attacking his fortress. And one there +was among the Green Mountain Boys who feared that news of the +expedition had already gone to the British commander. Upon his return +from the Otter, Enoch Harding had sought and obtained an audience with +Colonel Allen, and to him had related his adventure with the Yorker +whom he believed to be his deadly enemy, and told his suspicions +regarding the man’s business in the region. But Ethan Allen was +not to be shaken in his confidence, or in his intentions.</p> + +<p>“I have an honest man at Ticonderoga now, Master +Harding,” he said. “If spies were through the country we +should hear of them from other sources. But you did right to come to me +with this, and if Simon Halpen falls into our hands I will hang him for +his past offenses, if not for this attempt on your life.”</p> + +<p>The appearance of the American troops was welcomed along the route +with acclamation. Many settlers, knowing the course the army would +take, had waited to join it as it passed their own doors. Shopkeepers +and mechanics left their work and fell into the ranks; the farmer left +his plow in the furrow, seized his rifle, and joined his neighbors; a +woodsman who was “letting sunlight” into the gloom of the +virgin forest, hid his axe under a fallen log and with a deadlier +weapon on his shoulder followed in the train; the hunter on the trail +of the frightened buck saw the column coming through the forest road +and allowed his prey to escape while he turned his attention to matters +of graver moment. Thus the army of Americans was swelled from hour to +hour by new recruits.</p> + +<p>To camp at night was a small matter to these hardy pioneers. The +scouts sent out upon either flank acted as hunters and fresh meat was +abundant. Besides, every man was fairly supplied with provisions +brought from Castleton. Inspired by the energy of Ethan Allen the +column rapidly approached the shore of the lake. While some miles away, +however, the group of officers riding ahead of the main body, suddenly +descried a tall woodsman striding through the forest toward them. +“Who is this chap, Major?” demanded Allen of his friend +Warner. “Had I not sent ’Siah Bolderwood to watch Old Ti +like a cat at a rathole, I’d declare this to be he.”</p> + +<p>“And so it is, Colonel!” returned the other. +“Something of moment must have sent our lengthy friend this way, +for he is a man who knows how to obey orders,” and he spurred +forward to meet the footman.</p> + +<p>“Wall, Captain,” was ’Siah’s greeting, +squinting around the horseman at the long column of marching men, +“you look like you had a slather of folks yonder. I guess +there’ll be something in the wind around Old Ti ’fore long, +hey?”</p> + +<p>“And how is it you are not there, Bolderwood?” demanded +Warner.</p> + +<p>“Wall, I got an idee into my noddle an’ leavin’ +Smith and Brown to watch Old Ti, for it might run away ’fore ye +git there, ye know, I trotted down this way ter see the Colonel. +Ev’rything is safe there so fur, but there’s one thing +we’ve neglected.”</p> + +<p>“What is that, Bolderwood?” cried Allen, riding up and +hearing this last sentence.</p> + +<p>“Why, Colonel, although I count you as purty near ekal to +’most anything, an’ them fellers behind ye seemed armed to +deal with any foe, still I calkerlate you ain’t expectin’ +ol’ Champlain ter open for ye to pass over dry shod, +hey?”</p> + +<p>Allen smote his thigh with his gauntleted hand and the expression on +his face changed. “Right, ’Siah! I can’t forgive +myself for my thoughtlessness. We must have boats–and plenty of +them–to cross to the fort.”</p> + +<p>“That’s what struck me last night, Colonel. So I left +the others ter watch the fort–an’ a sarpint that wriggled +into aour han’s yesterday–and come kitin’ down here +for orders.”</p> + +<p>“A serpent, ’Siah?” said Warner. “Who is +it?”</p> + +<p>“One o’ them Yorkers, an’ one that I’ve not +had my eyes on–let alone my hands–for a good many months. +An’ I see a chap behind you there that’ll be some +interested in meeting the rascal, too.”</p> + +<p>’Siah had looked past the officers and, in the very front +rank, caught sight of his young friend Enoch. The latter waved his hand +to the tall woodsman and Bolderwood, knowing that discipline was lax on +the march, beckoned Enoch forward. “Come here, youngster, and +hear what news I’ve got for ye,” he cried. But Allen caught +at the matter instantly, and understood to whom Bolderwood referred by +his appellation of “the serpent.”</p> + +<p>“You mean to say you’ve got Simon Halpen?” he +asked.</p> + +<p>“That’s the identical sarpint, Colonel,” declared +the ranger. “We caught him tryin’ ter cross to Old Ti and +thought it was best, under the sarcumstances, ter keep him close till +this leetle business is over. What he was doin’ riskin’ his +carcass on this side of the line is more’n I can +tell―”</p> + +<p>“The boy was right, Major!” exclaimed Allen, turning to +Warner. “Harding met the fellow while he was stirring up our +folks in the Otter country last week. He thought he was up to some +rascality then, and the fellow did try to take his life.”</p> + +<p>“Tried it again, did he?” cried ’Siah, as Enoch +approached. “Is that so, Nuck?”</p> + +<p>Enoch repeated his adventure with the murderous Halpen. “If +I’d knowed this,” the ranger declared, “I’d +saved the grub the scoundrel is eating.”</p> + +<p>“We’ll make an example of him when we reach the lake, +’Siah,” declared the leader of the Green Mountain Boys. +“But now for this other matter. It is most important. Every +bateau within reach must be secured.”</p> + +<p>“I know where there are three of ’em. And there may be +others down the lake furder.”</p> + +<p>“You shall have charge of this, Bolderwood!” the +commander cried. “I make you our captain of scouts. Take any +reasonable number of men with you and hurry ahead. Every moment is +precious.”</p> + +<p>“Good!” said the ranger. “With Smith and Brown I +won’t need but eight or ten more. And I’ll begin by taking +young Nuck here. He’s a good oar.”</p> + +<p>“Take whom you wish. We depend on you,” replied Allen, +and within the hour the ranger and his party, including Enoch Harding, +set off on their mission ahead of the more slowly moving army.</p> + +<hr class='pb' /> <h2><a id='link_20'></a>CHAPTER XXI<br /><span +class='fss'>THE ESCAPE OF THE SPY</span></h2> + +<p>In sixteen hours ’Siah Bolderwood had traveled from his camp +on the shore of Lake Champlain opposite the frowning walls of Fort +Ticonderoga; when the long ranger was in a hurry he did not spare +himself. Perhaps no other man in the Vermont wilderness could have +covered so much ground afoot as he, within the time. But he set off now +on his return journey, with nearly a dozen men at his heels, as fresh +as though he had rested for a night instead of for an hour. His muscles +were seemingly of steel and his limbs of iron. He led at such a pace +that Enoch Harding, who came first behind him, could scarcely keep up +with his stride and place his feet, Indian fashion, in the prints of +his friend’s moccasins.</p> + +<p>The company of scouts traveled in single file and, having no need to +follow the wood-road on which the army was marching, they soon left +that out of view. ’Siah found an Indian path which suited him far +better than the broader trail, for it would bring them much sooner to +the lake, and for hour after hour he strode on with scarce a look +behind him to see how his companions kept up. The men he had chosen, +save Enoch, were tried and trained woodsmen, with powers of endurance +second only to his own. And as for the lad whom he loved, he knew his +high spirit and pride. Enoch Harding would not fall behind until the +last ounce of his strength had been expended.</p> + +<p>Finally the party reached a little stream and here the leader gave +the signal to halt. Enoch flung himself down on the short sward and +fell asleep almost instantly. ’Siah looked down upon him in some +pride. “That’s the stuff we make men of in this +country,” he said aloud. “I knew his father as well as I +know myself. The lad will be another Jonas Harding.”</p> + +<p>“He’ll hold us back if we’ve to keep up this pace, +’Siah,” said one of the others, doubtfully.</p> + +<p>“Nay, you’re mistaken there, neighbor. You and I will +travel until we feel that it ain’t best for us to go any furder. +Enoch’ll keep up till he drops. He won’t hold us +back.”</p> + +<p>And it was true. Others of the party cried “enough!” +before the afternoon was over; but the youth, his lips pale and +compressed and the perspiration fairly pouring from his limbs, would +have died before he acknowledged that the pace was too great for him. +At night ’Siah called another halt and they ate heartily of such +provisions as they carried and then lay down to rest. But ’Siah +arranged for a guard. They were nearing the lake now and some +ill-affected settler (there were several families of Tories near +Champlain) might see them and wonder what such a large party of armed +men was doing here. If the news of the approach of the main army did +not travel ahead, it would be more because of good fortune than good +management.</p> + +<p>The party broke up into groups of two and three in the morning and +went different ways to the shore. It was agreed that, where the +settlers who owned boats were known to be staunch Whigs, it would be +safe to tell them for what purpose their crafts were needed. But +several boats were owned by Tories and royalist sympathizers and these +people must be deceived for, although the scouts were doubtless well +armed and determined enough to take the boats without saying “by +your leave,” such a proceeding might be disastrous to the +expedition.</p> + +<p>’Siah Bolderwood chose Enoch as his companion and went himself +toward the home of a farmer who stoutly upheld the King and his +ministers and who had, in fact, held the title of his land from New +York through all the years of trouble between his neighbors and the +Albany courts. His homestead, however, was in such an out-of-the-way +place and so secluded that the Green Mountain Boys had left him +unmolested. Now Bolderwood was determined to have the roomy canoe and a +large bateau which he was known to possess.</p> + +<p>“But if the pesky critter gits an inkling of what we’re +up to, he’ll start for Old Ti–that he will!” the +ranger said to Enoch. “We gotter get around him somehow. +An’ you leave it ter me. Ye better keep aout o’ sight, I +reckon, anyway; numbers might make the ol’ codger +suspicious.”</p> + +<p>So Enoch hid in the wood surrounding the clearing on the lake shore +while his tall friend went toward the Tory’s door. The old man, +who depended upon his nephew and a slave or two to do his work, was +sitting looking out across the lake. He was too far away to distinguish +the battlements of Ticonderoga, but he happened to be looking in that +direction when Bolderwood presented himself. “Neighbor!” +said the latter, in a most friendly tone, “ye look hearty. +What’s the news?”</p> + +<p>“Humph!” grunted the old man, staring at the Yankee +shrewdly, “you’re the feller that’s been +clearin’ land above us yander, ain’t ye?”</p> + +<p>“That I can’t deny, sir,” responded the ranger. +“An’ jest for the sake o’ bein’ neighborly, +I’m down here ter arsk a favor.”</p> + +<p>“What is it?” grunted the old man, doubtfully.</p> + +<p>“Why, my partner an’ me have got a job to do, an’ +we’re wantin’ ter borry one or both o’ your +boats,” and he pointed down to the water where, at the end of a +little dock, the big flatboat and a long canoe were both moored. The +old man could not see the boats without rising, but this he did as +though to make sure that they were in their places. “What ye want +’em for?” he asked. “An’ howsumever, I +can’t lend ye more than one o’ them. We might want the +other ourselves.”</p> + +<p>“What for?” asked Bolderwood, with the usual freedom of +the community, and likewise proving himself a true Yankee by responding +to one question with another.</p> + +<p>“Might wanter go acrosst,” said the farmer. “They +say there’s goin’ ter be a lot o’ reinforcements come +up to Old Ti an’ my nevvy and I want to see ’em when they +come.”</p> + +<p>“That’s what we’re wantin’ the boats +for–to go acrosst to the fort,” said ’Siah, with +apparent frankness. “We’ve got some things to take over +an’ it’s too fur to swim.”</p> + +<p>“I sh’d say it was!” exclaimed the Tory. +“Then I take it the report that reinforcements air comin’ +is true? Captain De la Place is buyin’ cattle to feed the +garrison?”</p> + +<p>“I reckon he’ll need a good many to feed all +that’s comin’,” returned Bolderwood, +non-committingly.</p> + +<p>“Wall, I can’t lend ye both, sir,” declared the +old man. “The canoe wouldn’t do ye much good, though +’tis a master big one. Seems ter me there’s a good deal +o’ boatin’ on the lake to-day. I seen two barges go along +north a’ready. Folks goin’ fishin’ I +s’pose.”</p> + +<p>“Like enough–like enough,” declared ’Siah +hastily. “I’ll git right down and take the +bateau.”</p> + +<p>“Ain’t ye got no one ter help ye?”</p> + +<p>“I’ll find my partner somewhere up the lake. He was +lookin’ for boats, too,” returned the ranger.</p> + +<p>He started to descend the bank and the old farmer arose and hobbled +after him. The instant he reached the brink where he could again see +his little dock, he gave voice to an exclamation of disgust and anger. +“There it be! That Pomp is the most no ’count critter that +ever eat smoked hog. He was a usin’ that canoe this +mornin’, an’ now look at it!”</p> + +<p>Seemingly the big canoe had slipped her moorings and was floating +rapidly around the wooded point near the dock. ’Siah might have +been astonished a little himself had he not had sharper eyes than the +Tory. He saw that several articles of apparel lay in the canoe and he +recognized Enoch Harding’s old otter-skin cap. “Hold on, +sir!” he cried. “No matter about calling your hands from +the field to git it. I’ll have that canoe in a jiffy.”</p> + +<p>He ran down the steep bank, unfastened the bateau, and with a +powerful shove sent it out into the lake. There were two long sweeps +aboard and with one of these ’Siah quickly propelled the heavy +craft in the same direction as the canoe–down the lake. The +latter craft was scarcely out of sight of the old man when the bateau +came along side. There was nothing showing of the swimmer but his head +and one hand which clutched the painter.</p> + +<p>“Come aboard here, ye young rascal!” exclaimed the +woodsman, with a chuckle. “You’ll have that whole spatter +of Tories arter us. Couldn’t you hide your clothes better +’n that? Might have left ’em ashore. If the old gentleman +hadn’t been blinder’n a bat at midday, he’d seen +’em.”</p> + +<p>“I didn’t think of that,” Enoch admitted, rather +ruefully, climbing over the bow of the canoe and then passing the thong +to ’Siah, who fastened it to the stern of the bateau. “I +heard him say you couldn’t have both, and I thought it too bad. +This canoe will hold a dozen men.”</p> + +<p>“Wall, grab that sweep. Never mind your clothes just now. I +warrant ye’ll keep warm enough till we git to the +camp.”</p> + +<p>The newly made captain of scouts and his young companion were by no +means the first to reach the rendezvous on the shore opposite +Ticonderoga. Nor is it to be supposed that the boats being there +collected were brought boldly up in daylight. They were hidden in +little coves near by, which could be reached by the scouts without +attracting attention from the fort, to be brought after dark to the +landing from which Ethan Allen expected to embark his troops. There +were but two craft moored opposite the camp which Bolderwood and his +companions had occupied for more than a week. Bolderwood held the title +of a long strip of land along the lake shore, but he had never built a +cabin. A shack, or hut, of branches was all the shelter the trio +enjoyed.</p> + +<p>Here the ranger and Enoch found several of their friends beside +Smith and Brown in waiting. The shore of the lake on this side had been +fairly scoured for bateaus. They dared not cross to the New York side +to obtain boats, for by so doing they would be sure to excite +suspicion. With those already obtained and some which their companions +were now gone for, the expedition must be content. The one mistake of +their bold leader might bring about failure to the enterprise; yet so +confident were they in Ethan Allen’s ability that they firmly +believed he would find some way to overcome the lack of transportation. +The forced march of the scouts the day before, and for a good share of +the night as well, had brought them to the lake long before the +expedition itself could possibly reach the landing. Besides, the +leaders would hold back until after dark. The attack upon the fortress +must be accomplished under the cover of night. Bolderwood hoped, when +he saw the meagre provision he was able to make for transportation, +that the army would arrive early enough to allow of two, and even +three, voyages to be made from shore to shore, that the entire force +might take part in the attack.</p> + +<p>To Enoch, however, there was another matter of grave interest to be +attended to when he and his tall friend arrived at the temporary camp. +He wished to see the spy whom Bolderwood had mentioned to Ethan Allen. +The ranger, too, looked sharply about the camp for the man. +“Where’s that slippery critter we captured the other +night?” he asked. “If he gits away before Colonel Allen +comes there’ll be trouble for some of us.”</p> + +<p>“We’d better have hung him up and so saved his +food,” grunted Brown, who, because the Yorkers had burned his +house and driven his wife and children into the forest, had no love for +anybody from the west side of the lake.</p> + +<p>“You haven’t let him go?” demanded Bolderwood.</p> + +<p>“Nay, ’Siah. He’s safe enough,” returned +Smith. “He’s yonder behind the camp. He’d be an eel +or a sarpint to wriggle out of them thongs.”</p> + +<p>“A sarpint he is,” declared Bolderwood, and strode away +to look at the prisoner. Enoch followed him. There, sitting with his +back against a tree, his ankles fastened together and a strong deer +thong wrapped about his body and about the tree itself, was Simon +Halpen. When he saw the ranger he scowled. When he observed the boy, +however, his eyes flashed and the blood rushed to his face. “I +reckon he knows ye, Nuck,” said the ranger.</p> + +<p>“What are you going to do with me?” demanded the Yorker, +with bravado. “You’ll all suffer for this outrage, I +promise ye! Wait until I get to Albany―”</p> + +<p>“And you ever see Albany again you’re a lucky +man,” said Bolderwood, satisfying himself that the bonds were +tight. “The Colonel will see to ye, my fine bird.”</p> + +<p>Enoch still remained before his enemy when the ranger went back to +the camp. The villain returned his glance boldly. “You are +satisfied now, I suppose?” he muttered.</p> + +<p>“Not yet,” replied young Harding.</p> + +<p>“I shall be avenged!” declared Halpen, with a burst of +wrath. “If I am injured I have powerful friends who will punish +you. I care nothing for Ethan Allen―”</p> + +<p>“A power higher than Colonel Allen will punish you,” +Enoch said, gravely.</p> + +<p>“Pooh! I care nothing for your Whig courts. You had best do +what you can for me, Master Harding.”</p> + +<p>“I will leave you to the punishment you deserve. And you will +receive it.”</p> + +<p>“What have I done, I’d like to know?” exclaimed +the prisoner. “It was not my fault that your house was burned and +your mother and you placed in danger of your lives. It was a +mistake.”</p> + +<p>“Was it a mistake when you crept to my camp the other night +and fired at me as I lay sleeping beside the fire?” demanded the +boy, sternly.</p> + +<p>The red flush left the prisoner’s cheek then. +“What–what do you mean?” he gasped.</p> + +<p>“You know well what I mean. See here!” Enoch showed him +the hole in the breast of his coat. “That was made by your +bullet.”</p> + +<p>“The boy’s life is charmed!” muttered Halpen.</p> + +<p>“You had much better have used your gun-stock, Master Halpen. +You would have been surer to kill me then.”</p> + +<p>At this an expression of positive terror came into the +prisoner’s features. “I am not a murderer,” he +exclaimed. “You are mistaken if you think that I fired at +you.”</p> + +<p>“It is true I cannot prove it,” Enoch replied. +“But something else I can prove.” He advanced a step nearer +to the man. “Do you remember where you hid the moose hoofs, Simon +Halpen?”</p> + +<p>The prisoner shrank back against the tree and his eyes fairly glared +up at the youth. “You–you―” he gasped.</p> + +<p>“Yes. They are found. We now know how my poor father was +killed. And you were seen running from the place with his blood upon +your clothes and upon your gun. Even your Albany courts would punish +you for that!” Then the boy, unable to trust himself longer in +the presence of the man who had so injured him, hastily left the +spot.</p> + +<p>And the prisoner–how did he feel while tied to that tree, +waiting for the judgment which was to fall upon him for his crimes? No +human being but the criminal himself can ever appreciate half the agony +of the condemned. It was long since discovered that the gift of speech +was given man to conceal his thoughts. To the man of strong will the +face is a mask to conceal his feelings. And Simon Halpen was not a +weakling. He may have betrayed some emotion when accused by Enoch; it +was a small part only of what he felt.</p> + +<div class='figcenter'> <img src='images/i333.jpg' id="img007" alt='' /> <p class='center caption'>P<span class='fss'>UNISHMENT WAS</span> N<span class='fss'>EAR AT</span> H<span class='fss'>AND</span></p></div><!-- figure --> + +<p>He saw now, as plainly as he saw the lengthening shadows about him, +that punishment for his crimes was near. These stern woodsmen, whose +plan for attacking Ticonderoga he had discovered, were in no mood to +trifle with him. And what Enoch had told him was an assurance that +though he might live to be brought before a court of justice, he must +stand trial for his crimes. Neither political influence nor his wealth +could save him from the result of his offenses against the laws of man +and God. He was made desperate by these thoughts.</p> + +<p>He could see from his uncomfortable position the company of scouts +busy with their supper. The ordinary observer would not have imagined +that these men were the pioneers of two hundred and thirty Green +Mountain Boys and the Massachusetts and Connecticut troops. But Halpen +knew the army of Americans was coming, and the object of their +approach. Unwarned, Captain De la Place and his garrison might be +surprised and overwhelmed by these backwoodsmen. Halpen had no +particular love for the King, nor for the royal government; but he +hated these men who had defended their farms for so many years from the +aggressions of his own party. Fear of punishment was reinforced by a +desire to worst the Green Mountain Boys. He began to struggle against +his bonds.</p> + +<p>He had done that early in the day when he was first fastened to the +tree; and the thongs had cut into his arms and breast. But now he felt +these abrasions not at all. He was mad to be free, and free he would +be! The scouts paid him no attention. The sun was set and the forest +grew dark. Would he escape he must accomplish the matter soon, or +likely Bolderwood or young Harding would come to examine him again, and +then the chance would be past.</p> + +<p>At last, his flesh cut so deeply that blood ran from arms and body, +he stretched the hide rope until he was able to wriggle out of it. +There were then his ankles to untie. This he did in a very few moments. +He was free! Rising to his knees, his limbs were so paralyzed by +inaction that he could not yet stand upright, he crept into the brush +and, like the serpent that Bolderwood declared to be his prototype, +glided away from the camp and down toward the brush-bordered shore of +the lake.</p> + +<hr class='pb' /> <h2><a id='link_21'></a>CHAPTER XXII<br /><span +class='fss'>THE END OF SIMON HALPEN</span></h2> + +<p>As they are to-day, the surroundings of Fort Ticonderoga were most +picturesque. Nor is the country about the fortifications, and across +the lake where the camp of Bolderwood’s scouts was established at +the time of our story, and later where the Grenadier Battery was +raised, much more thickly settled to-day than it was then. Mt. +Defiance, south of the Lake George outlet on the west side of Champlain +was a heavily wooded eminence. Behind the scouts’ camp a rugged +shoulder of ground, later called Mount Independence, raised its bulk +out of the surrounding forest. The formidable promontory on which the +French had built Ticonderoga twenty years before, commanded a great +sweep of the lake. For mere foot-soldiers, without artillery or +explosives, to attack these fortifications seemed utterly +preposterous.</p> + +<p>Where Bolderwood and his companions were waiting they had an +excellent view of the fort. At sunset the garrison was paraded and one +gun boomed resonantly across the calm lake. Just before it became too +dark to see the other shore, the Americans observed a man come out of +the covered way by which the fortifications were entered and approach +the shore. There was a light canoe moored there and into this he +stepped and paddled out into the lake, evidently aiming his craft for a +cove near the scouts’ position. Bolderwood and his comrades were +so deeply interested in the maneuvres of this man that Simon Halpen was +for the time forgotten.</p> + +<p>“We’ll have to take that feller in and hold him for the +Colonel to talk to,” suggested one of the scouts when it became +apparent that the stranger from the fort was coming ashore near at +hand. “He’ll see them boats an’ suspicion +something.”</p> + +<p>“We’ll meet him,” said Bolderwood; “but +I’m reck’ning that he’ll be as glad to see the +Colonel as the Colonel is ter see him. I know that somebody was over +there in the fort to find out how the land lies and what sort o’ +shape them red-coats is in, an’ ’twouldn’t +s’prise me if this was the chap.”</p> + +<p>They all followed ’Siah down to the cove–even +Enoch–and met the stranger as he came ashore. The latter seemed +in nowise troubled by seeing so many armed men and after mooring his +canoe came at once to the group of Americans. “Friends, I +presume, sirs?” he asked, glancing keenly from man to man.</p> + +<p>“Reckon so,” admitted Bolderwood.</p> + +<p>“Where is Colonel Allen?”</p> + +<p>“If you don’t mind waitin’ with us I +shouldn’t be s’prised if ye see him ’fore +long,” declared the long-legged scout. “Wanter see him +pertic’lar?”</p> + +<p>“I do,” the stranger admitted. “You are the +advance guard of our boys, I presume?”</p> + +<p>“Well, as you don’t know us, an’ we don’t +know you, we’d better not discuss private matters till +we’re interduced, as ye might say. I sh’dn’t be +astonished ter see the Colonel come along here ’most any time +now.”</p> + +<p>“Very well, sir. I am at your service,” was the +response, and the newcomer walked back to the camp with them. But Enoch +had gone on ahead, remembering that the captive had been left alone for +nearly half an hour. Suddenly his voice rose in a shout of anger and +surprise. “He has escaped!” cried Bolderwood, the instant +he heard his young friend, and plunged at once into the wood toward the +spot where Halpen had been tied. Truly, the spy was gone.</p> + +<p>“The rascal was sharper than I thought,” gasped the +ranger. “And–and what will Colonel Allen say?”</p> + +<p>“That isn’t the worst of it,” declared the +youth.</p> + +<p>“Yes; you think it is worse that a villain like him should +escape without punishment. I doubt not that Ethan Allen would have hung +him.”</p> + +<p>“He may have deserved hanging,” Enoch returned, with a +shudder. “But I am not thinking of that. I fear that he will yet +do us harm. If he gets across the lake and warns the folks at Old Ti, +I’ll never forgive myself for not sitting down here and watching +him all the time.”</p> + +<p>“He sartainly should have been watched,” admitted +’Siah. “But I didn’t b’lieve he had the pluck +to git away. See here! The thongs are wet with the man’s blood. +He must ha’ cut himself badly.”</p> + +<p>“We must find him, ’Siah! If he secures a boat and +crosses the lake the expedition will be ruined. This man who has just +come across declares Captain De la Place knows nothing about our army +as yet. But if Simon Halpen reaches the +fortifications―”</p> + +<p>’Siah rushed back to his company and sent them to search the +bank of the lake. He ordered, too, one man to remain with each group of +boats so that the escaped spy might not secure one and get such a start +across the lake that he could not be overtaken. But it had now grown +quite dark and the scouts were unable to find Halpen in the vicinity of +the camp. ’Siah was confident that he and his men had obtained +every craft on this eastern shore for miles up and down the lake, so he +did not believe Halpen could really get across to the fort in time to +warn the garrison. He was naturally too tender-hearted to wish to see +the fellow hung to the nearest tree, which might be his fate had Ethan +Allen examined him and found him guilty of spying upon the patriotic +settlers.</p> + +<p>Now that night had come and the darkness would have covered the +movements of the American troops, as the head of the column did not +appear, Bolderwood and his comrades began to fear that something had +detained their friends and that the attack upon Ticonderoga might be +postponed until the night of the tenth. How the fleet of bateaus and +canoes could be held in the vicinity for many hours without suspicions +being aroused as to their proposed use, was a question hard to answer. +The captain of the scouts sent two of his men out upon the trail by +which they expected Ethan Allen and the troops under him to +advance.</p> + +<p>Meanwhile Enoch Harding had not given up the search for the escaped +spy. He feared what the fellow might yet do to weaken or utterly ruin +the hopes of the American troops. Halpen was not armed, so the youth +had no fear of being attacked by him; but he spent his time creeping +through the brushwood up and down the lake shore, hoping to stumble +upon the Yorker. He did not believe that Halpen had gone far from the +encampment. Finally, in his wanderings, he came to the cove where the +scout who had spent the day inside the fort, had landed. The bateaus +were on the other side of the cove; the canoe the scout had used was +alone in the shadow of a big oak, although a sentinel watched the +bateaus. This sentinel had neglected to remove the canoe to his side of +the cove and as Enoch came down the hillside he observed something +moving in the shadow of the oak. A moment later, before he was really +sure whether this something was a man or an animal, the canoe left the +bank. The trees threw their shadows upon the water and it was almost +impossible to observe the moving craft clearly; yet he was pretty sure +that there was a figure in it and that it had been unmoored.</p> + +<p>The youth was too far away to risk a shot; the sentinel was much +farther from the point of embarkation. If Simon Halpen had found and +seized this canoe it looked for a moment as though he would surely +escape.</p> + +<p>Enoch ran down to the edge of the water, but when he reached the +point at which the canoe had been moored it was almost out of sight. He +could not see the figure in the boat clearly enough to shoot. Indeed, +he shrank from committing what seemed like murder. Simon Halpen was +defenseless. “But he must not escape!” the boy exclaimed +and started around the shore of the cove. The fugitive kept the canoe +within the deep shadow of the trees which bordered the inlet. He did +not paddle out into the centre; there he might have been seen by the +sentinel on the other side.</p> + +<p>The boy ran along the edge of the cove, stumbling over the tree +roots and fallen logs, yet endeavoring to follow the course of the +canoe as quietly as possible. There was a chance of his passing the +fugitive and reaching the mouth of the cove first. Then, he thought, +Halpen would be at his mercy. The better to do this unobserved he made +a detour into the woods and finally, after ten minutes of rapid work, +came out upon the extreme point which guarded the inlet. As he reached +this place his quick ear distinguished the splash of a paddle not far +away. Straining his eyes he soon observed through the gloom the canoe +moving amid the shadows. The spy had very nearly escaped from the cove. +Once out in the open lake it would be impossible to overtake him.</p> + +<p>Then Enoch wished he had aroused his comrades; at least the sentinel +guarding the bateaus would have heard his cry and come to his +assistance. But now if the spy was to be stopped it must be by his +individual effort. Throwing down his rifle and removing his outside +garments, he slid into the water with scarcely a ripple of its surface +and finding the lake deep at this point, began to swim at once. The +canoe was almost upon him when suddenly, with a muttered exclamation, +the fugitive turned the craft by one swift stroke of the paddle and +sent it darting away from the shore. Enoch had been seen or heard, and +Halpen feared what was the fact–that one of his enemies was +striving to overtake him.</p> + +<p>Enoch flung himself forward in the water and with a strong overhand +stroke took a diagonal course to intercept the canoe. He could see the +man bending to his paddle. Every stroke of the blade sent the +phosphorescent water flying about the frail bark. The next few moments +were of vital importance to both pursued and pursuer.</p> + +<p>Enoch’s plunge into the water had driven Halpen to paddle away +from the shore. Now he was heading the craft across the cove and +therefore toward the station of the sentinel. If he pursued this course +for many rods he would be within rifle shot. And once out of the shadow +of the trees the light on the water would make him an easy mark. To +pass Enoch before the latter reached the edge of the line of shadow was +therefore Simon Halpen’s object.</p> + +<p>But the American youth was determined that Halpen should not do +this. He was a strong swimmer and spurred by both the desire to +recapture his enemy and to save the cause to which he was +bound–the capture of Ticonderoga–he put forth every atom of +his strength to overtake the canoe. The paddle flashed first upon one +side, then on the other of the craft, which fairly darted through the +water. But suddenly a hand and arm rose from the lake and seized the +paddle just back of the blade. Enoch had dived under the surface and +come up beside the canoe as Halpen was speeding past.</p> + +<p>“Ha! would you do it?” gasped the spy, striving to tear +the paddle from the youth’s grasp. The canoe rocked dangerously. +The man flung himself to the other side and his superior strength +wrenched the paddle away. Not contented to use the instrument in an +attempt to escape, however, he tried to strike the youth with it. The +canoe was all but overturned, although its momentum carried it on, and +once out of Enoch’s grasp the spy could have easily gotten away. +Whether he recognized his enemy or not, Halpen was inclined to deliver +a second blow. He rose to do this and Enoch, fairly leaping forward, +seized the stern of the canoe with both hands.</p> + +<p>“Throw down your paddle, Simon Halpen!” he +commanded.</p> + +<p>“It is you, then?” cried the spy, now sure of the +identity of the youth. He aimed a fearful stroke at the boy’s +head. But instantly the latter tipped the canoe first one way, then the +other, and the spy, losing his balance, plunged with a resounding +splash into the lake!</p> + +<p>The canoe turned completely over. This was not what Enoch wished, +but the shock of Halpen’s fall was so great that he could not +help it. The boy’s desire had been to pitch the man out, get in +himself, and then have the spy at his mercy. But chance–nay, +Providence, for the man’s sins had deserved death–willed +otherwise.</p> + +<p>Simon Halpen could not swim. In falling into the lake he even lost +his grip upon the paddle. So, when he rose to the surface, he had +nothing to cling to, but struggled wildly and cried out in fear. +“Help! I am choking! I will drown!” His voice rose to a +screech. An answering shout came from the distant shore where the +sentinel was stationed. But the latter was too far away to render aid. +If the spy was to be saved it depended upon the efforts of the youth +whose father had died under Halpen’s hand, and whose own life the +scoundrel had twice sought.</p> + +<p>At that fearful cry, however, Enoch launched himself at the sinking +man. His head was already under water when the boy reached down and +seized his collar. He brought him to the surface. The water gurgled +from his throat and he breathed again. Had he been content to abandon +himself to his rescuer then he would have been saved.</p> + +<p>But terror rode him like a nightmare. He feared drowning; he feared, +too, the enemy whom he would have killed had he been able the instant +before. He could not appreciate the generous spirit which had prompted +Enoch to come to his assistance. He thought the boy strove only to +force him beneath the lake and he fought and screamed with passion and +horror of imminent death.</p> + +<p>“Be still! be still!” cried Enoch, well-nigh overcome +himself by the mad actions of the man. “Lie quiet or I cannot +save you. Be still!”</p> + +<p>Halpen did not hear him; or, if he heard, he would not believe. He +tore himself from Enoch’s grasp, and as the youth tried to seize +him again he struck out wildly and his fist found lodgment against +Enoch’s jaw. The blow stunned the latter and he sank. Halpen +strove to reach the overturned canoe. It was too far away. He felt +himself going down for a third time and his lungs were already half +filled with water. A fearful scream rent the night–the last cry +of a terrified soul going to its end–and he sank. He never rose +to the surface after that third plunge beneath the lake.</p> + +<hr class='pb' /> <h2><a id='link_22'></a>CHAPTER XXIII<br /><span +class='fss'>THE DAWN OF THE TENTH OF MAY</span></h2> + +<p>Enoch Harding, after a moment of breathless agony beneath the water, +struggled to the air again. The blow he had received so dulled his +senses that, had the canoe not fortunately been within the reach of his +arm, he would have a second time gone down into the depths of the lake +and possibly shared the fate of his enemy. But when his hand, flung out +in that despair which is said to make a drowning person catch at even a +straw, came in contact with the boat he seized it with a grip that +could not be shaken. He had not the strength necessary to turn it over +and to climb into the craft; but fortunately rescue was near.</p> + +<p>The sentinel had heard the voices out upon the water, and Simon +Halpen’s despairing scream as he went down for the last time, +echoed from the wooded bluffs and reached the ears of the other Green +Mountain Boys in the neighborhood. The sentinel leaped into the big +canoe which Enoch had that morning secured from the Tory farmer up the +lake, and paddled rapidly toward the mouth of the cove. He suspected at +once that the escaped spy was trying to cross the lake and that some +one of his brother scouts had discovered him.</p> + +<p>Suddenly the rescuer saw the upturned canoe and the almost exhausted +boy clinging to it. He drove his own craft alongside and reaching +quickly seized Enoch’s shoulder, bearing him up as the +youth’s own hands slipped from their resting-place on the keel of +the canoe. “Courage–courage!” cried the scout, +heartily. “You are not goin’ down yet, Nuck Harding! +Where’s the other?”</p> + +<p>“Gone–gone!” gasped Enoch, horrified by the death +of Simon Halpen.</p> + +<p>“Who was it?”</p> + +<p>“The spy.”</p> + +<p>“Ah! I thought so. Well, we can’t help the poor wretch +now. Can you aid yourself at all? Brace up, man!”</p> + +<p>“I’m–I’m all right,” the youth +declared, finally shaking off the feeling which had numbed him. +“Let me get a grip on your boat–there! Now you can paddle +ashore. I’ll not lose my hold this time.”</p> + +<p>“Right it is, then.” The rescuer paddled slowly toward +the bateaus. When he came to the shore with the boy dragging behind +him, Bolderwood and several other members of the company had arrived in +answer to the expiring scream of the drowned Yorker. Upon hearing the +explanation of the affair the chief scout’s face became grave +indeed. “The poor wretch has gone to his just desarts, I +don’t doubt,” he said. “But so sudden–so +sudden! It seems a turrible thing, friends, for a man to live the life +he lived and then to go before his Maker without no preparation. He +murdered poor Jonas Harding as sure as aigs is aigs, an’ he tried +twice ter kill the boy here, an’ burned the widder’s home. +Yet I’d wished him time to make his peace with God. It’s an +awful affair.... But come!” he added, recovering himself, +“there’s something else to do now. We’ve got word +from Colonel Allen. The troops are almost here. An’ as good as +we’ve done, there ain’t ha’f enough boats to +transport our boys across the lake.”</p> + +<p>“There may be more comin’ from the north, +’Siah,” suggested Brown. “Y’ know ye sent some +of the boys up that way this arternoon.”</p> + +<p>“Small hope o’ their gettin’ +anything―”</p> + +<p>The chief scout’s words were interrupted by a shout from one +of the others. Around the point which defended the little cove a boat +was appearing–or, rather, a lantern which betrayed the approach +of a boat. “Here’s another!” was the cry. +“Here’s Major Skeene’s big bateau–an’ +Major Skeene’s nigger, too!” as the loud and angry voice of +a black man was heard across the calm water.</p> + +<p>“The boys are having a hard time with our black-and-tan +friend,” said Bolderwood with a chuckle. Then he held up his hand +for silence. “Hark! there’s the ring of a horse’s +hoof–and the tramp of feet. The troops are coming.”</p> + +<p>With a rattle of accoutrements a cavalcade of horsemen descended the +bluff to the tiny cove. Enoch recognized Colonel Allen, Major Warner, +the stranger, Arnold, and Colonel Easton, the commander of the +Massachusetts and Connecticut forces. “Praise the Lord, +’Siah!” cried the hearty voice of the Green Mountain +leader. “We’re arrived at last. ’Twas like a task of +Hercules to get here. And the night is already far gone. Where are your +boats, man?”</p> + +<p>“The bulk of ’em are right here, Colonel. We ain’t +got what I wished; but we’ve taken ’em from friend and foe, +and here comes the last of my boys with Major Skeene’s big raft +and, if I ain’t mighty mistaken, with a bag o’ charcoal +aboard that must ha’ caused ’em consider’ble +trouble.”</p> + +<p>The voice of the negro, who was the property of one of the +wealthiest royalists on the lake, became more and more vociferous as +the bateau approached the shore. “Wot de goodness youse +shakaroons doin’ yere? We ain’t goin’ land +yere–no, sir! Dis ain’t no place fur us. Who yo’ +t’ink capen ob dis craft, anyway?”</p> + +<p>“Oh, come along, old man! we wanter see ye!” shouted +Bolderwood from the shore. “We won’t eat ye up.”</p> + +<p>“Dis ain’ no place for us, I tells yo’!” +cried the darky, and as the outline of the bateau and the objects upon +it were now visible, they could see the whites of his rolling eyes. +“I ain’ got nuttin’ ter do wid yo’ +shakaroons.”</p> + +<p>“Come on, there!” shouted Allen. “Gag that black +rascal if he doesn’t talk less and use his sweeps +well.”</p> + +<p>“Who dat say fur ter gag me?” demanded the black, his +teeth chattering. “D’you knows who I is, sah? I’se +Major Skeene’s nigger, an’ dis Major Skeene’s bateau, +an’ we gotter load o’ freight fo’ de +castle.”</p> + +<p>“We’ve got another sort of freight for you, my +man,” said the Green Mountain leader. “So come ashore here +and have no more words about it.”</p> + +<p>“But dese yere gemmen say dey goin’ fishin’ +an’ git me ter lend ’em passage!” cried the darky, in +despair.</p> + +<p>“And so we are going fishing,” cried Ethan Allen. +“And you shall go, too, my black friend. But it will be different +fishing from any that you’ve experienced before. Out with you, +now!” he added, as the bateau grounded on the shore. “Get +that freight off, men. What boats we have we must use at once. Perhaps +they can be returned for another party to cross after us. I’ll +never forgive myself if this oversight makes a wreck of our +expedition.”</p> + +<p>At that moment the man who, earlier in the evening, had crossed the +lake from the fort, came and spoke to Ethan Allen. The leader of the +Americans listened attentively, slapping his thigh now and again with +evident satisfaction as he heard the report of this faithful patriot +who, as Allen had previously said, dared enter the lion’s jaws. +He had gone to Ticonderoga as a trader, had spent parts of two days in +the fort, learning much that encouraged Allen in this desperate game he +was playing. Although expecting additions to the garrison, Captain De +la Place had not yet received the reinforcements. The buttresses of the +fort, too, were in a sad state of repair. Indeed, since the British had +swept the French from the lake, and with them driven the Hurons and +Algonquins into the northern wilderness, few if any repairs had been +made upon Ticonderoga. The British had simply held it as a storehouse +and the garrison was small. If the American troops now gathering upon +the eastern shore of Lake Champlain could once cross the water and +approach the fort unperceived, there was hope in the hearts of all that +the stronghold would be captured and the garrison overcome without any +great loss of life.</p> + +<p>“The God of Battles has been with ye!” exclaimed Allen, +when the man had finished his report. “And if He is with us, as I +believe, yonder fort and all it contains shall be ours before +sunrise.... But hasten! Tell Baker to bring up his troops. Bolderwood, +you and your scouts must go over first with us. Colonel Arnold, you +will come in my boat if you wish. Major Warner, I leave you to assist +our good friend Easton. The boats shall return as soon as we have +landed. Count the men who enter these boats, gentlemen. The lake is +calm; but do not overload the craft. We desire no accident to delay our +landing on the other side.”</p> + +<p>Enoch Harding kept close to his friend, the old ranger, and was +therefore in one of the foremost boats. He was near Colonel Allen when +word was passed to that brave leader that those in the boats numbered +but eighty-three. “Eighty-three!” exclaimed the Green +Mountain hero. “And every man worth three red-coats. Once we get +within those walls and I’ll answer for them. Yet, sirs, I would +that we had not been so long delayed on the road, or that there were +more bateaus to our hand.”</p> + +<p>“Shall the attack be given up–postponed till a more +fitting occasion–if we cannot get more across?” asked +Arnold.</p> + +<p>“Postponed!” cried Allen, his face darkening. “And +pray tell me, sir, how can it be postponed? With the dawn our troops +will be observed upon both sides of the lake by those in the fort, or +by Tories who will gladly run with warning to the red-coats. A blind +kitten could see what we are about. Nay, Colonel Arnold; we have put +our hands to the plough and we’ll cut a deep furrow or none at +all!”</p> + +<p>The bold courage of their leader inspired the handful of men with +actual belief in the successful outcome of the attack. There were no +doubts expressed during the voyage across the lake. But when the +landing was made, at the foot of the bluff on which the fort was built, +the east was already streaked with pink. The dawn of the tenth of May, +1775–a day as marked in American history as any which we +celebrate–was at hand. Less than a hundred patriotic Green +Mountain Boys had disembarked from the boats under the shadow of +Ticonderoga. With the rising of the sun their presence would be +discovered by the garrison of the fort, and once warned of their +approach, the British could easily defend the works from any attack of +infantry. Circumstances seemed to presage at that moment the defeat of +the cause and utter humiliation of the participators in the proposed +attack.</p> + +<p>The boats had left the shore and were no longer to be descried, for +a light fog covered the water. There was no retreat. To hide this party +on the New York shore of the lake would be impossible. There were too +many Tories about. Allen turned to his men. His voice was low, but +intense, so that not only those around him, of which Enoch was one, but +those at a distance heard every word uttered.</p> + +<p>“Friends! we have come here for a single purpose. It is to +advance upon yonder fortifications and capture them. We already +outnumber the garrison; I have certain information upon this point. But +our companions await on the other shore to be transported to this spot +and join in our glorious work. In the east, however, is a warning we +can all read. Before our friends can join us it will be day. We shall +be observed here; the garrison will be called to arms; our opportunity +be lost. So, my brave companions, we cannot wait.</p> + +<p>“I shall attack the fort at once. I force no man to an act +which caution forbids. If any of you doubt, fall out of the ranks and +make good your escape. But I am going forward and those who trust in +God and to my leadership will advance at once!” He drew his sword +and advanced a long stride before the column of anxious patriots. +“Forward!” he cried, and inspired by the same spirit which +animated their gallant leader, every Green Mountain Boy obeyed the +command. They would have cheered, but the moment for anything of that +kind was not opportune. The rising mist scarcely concealed the fortress +above them.</p> + +<p>With Colonel Arnold by his side the indomitable Allen climbed the +slope and approached the covered way which led into the fort. Not a +word was spoken. The sullen tramp of the column was all that broke the +stillness of the dawn. The sentinel placed here to guard the +entrance–a matter of military rule rather than of +precaution–leaned half asleep upon his musket. Had he been alert +the approach of the troops must have been discovered ere they were +visible. But Providence willed that he, together with all the garrison, +should be totally unsuspicious of the planned attack of the +provincials.</p> + +<p>Suddenly, through the curling mist, appeared the head of the column. +The sentinel started from his dream and, scarce understanding what he +saw, advanced his musket, crying: “Halt! who goes +there?”</p> + +<p>The Americans accelerated their pace while Ethan Allen, whirling his +sword above his head, shouted: “Forward!” The attacking +force reached the mouth of the covered way at a double-quick. Repeating +the command to halt the sentinel darted back, raised his weapon to his +shoulder, and aiming full at the head of the commander of the Green +Mountain Boys, pressed the trigger!</p> + +<hr class='pb' /> <h2><a id='link_23'></a>CHAPTER XXIV<br /><span +class='fss'>THE GUNS OF OLD TI SPEAK</span></h2> + +<p>The fate of more than a brave man hung in the balance at that +moment. The ultimate happiness and secure footing of a state was at +stake when the sentinel pressed the trigger of his weapon. Had the ball +reached its mark, the establishment of Vermont as a free state might +have been postponed for many years. Ethan Allen’s diplomacy in +later dealing with the British agents who sought to wean Vermont from +her federation with the struggling colonies, doubtless saved the Green +Mountains from being overrun by a horde of Hessians and Indians who +would have brought death and disaster to the patriotic settlers.</p> + +<p>But Providence had other work for the leader of the Green Mountain +Boys to do. The musket missed fire and flinging down the piece the +sentinel turned and ran through the passage into the fort, shrieking +that the enemy was at hand. With a cheer the little band of patriots +followed, and before the garrison was awake to its situation, the Green +Mountain Boys had reached the parade. Instructed by their captains what +to do, the men ran hither and thither to seize the guns whose +threatening muzzles peered through the embrasures of the walls, and to +guard the entrances to the barracks where the garrison slept.</p> + +<p>’Siah Bolderwood, seizing an axe, attacked the door of the +ammunition cellar; for the American spy who had spent the previous day +within the works had explained to the ranger the situation of this +important compartment. The ringing blows of the woodman’s axe +doubtless awakened many of the sleeping soldiery. In half a minute the +stout oak door was down. “There, Nuck Harding!” cried the +long ranger, “I leave you to guard that ’ere. If they show +fight, fire your rifle into the place. If so be, we’ll all go up +together; but Old Ti is ourn and if we’re driven forth +we’ll wreck the fortifications as we go.”</p> + +<p>Meanwhile Ethan Allen, knowing well the sleeping quarters of Captain +De la Place, having received his information from the same source as +Bolderwood, leaped up the stairway to the apartment of the commander of +the fort. His shoulder burst in the door without the loss of an +instant, and he found the astounded captain sitting up in bed. +“What is this, sir? Who are you?” cried the British +officer.</p> + +<p>“I call on ye to surrender, Captain De la Place!” cried +the Green Mountain leader.</p> + +<p>“In whose name do ye make this demand, sir?”</p> + +<p>“In the name of the great Jehovah and the Continental +Congress!” replied Allen, sternly. Then, describing a circle +about his head with his sword, he added in a tone not to be mistaken: +“I demand the surrender of your fort and all the stores and goods +it may contain; and, sir, unless you comply with my demand and parade +your men without arms at once, I’ll send your head, sir, spinning +across this floor!” and the whistling steel blade was advanced +until the British officer shrank in fear.</p> + +<p>“I surrender! I surrender!” he cried, and word was +passed at once to both the garrison and the Americans on the parade +below. And thus the strongest British fortress within the borders of +the disaffected colonies, capitulated to the American arms without a +gun being fired. What if, when the news of the remarkable feat reached +Philadelphia where the Continental Congress was in session, the act of +Ethan Allen and his brave Green Mountain Boys was deplored, and a +considerable party was for returning the stronghold to the king, while +others wished to withdraw the American garrison, believing that the +Champlain forts were too far on the frontier to be held successfully +against the enemy? These suggestions were but the result of +over-cautiousness on the part of some members of Congress. Happily +their wishes were overborne and Ticonderoga remained an American fort +until the cowardly St. Clair abandoned it before the advance of +Burgoyne.</p> + +<p>At the moment, however, the satisfaction of Ethan Allen and his +brave companions was unbounded. While the British soldiers were being +paraded without their weapons before their conquerors, a second body of +Green Mountain Boys under Major Warner entered the fort. The tall +Connecticut man came to Allen with considerable chagrin expressed in +his countenance. “Colonel, you have selfishly seized all the +honors this time!” he cried, yet congratulating his friend with a +warm handclasp. “You are a regular Achilles; there is nothing +heroic for the rest of us to do.”</p> + +<p>“Nonsense–nonsense, Seth!” cried Ethan Allen, yet +unable to hide his delight at the outcome of the attack. “There +is glory enough for every officer and every man Jack in the ranks. +There is yet Crown Point to capture and you, Major, shall command that +expedition. Take Bolderwood and some of his scouts with you and +approach the other fortress by water–and good fortune and my +blessing go with you!”</p> + +<p>A moment later the great guns of Old Ti began to speak. And they +spoke a new tongue that morning. The Voice of Liberty as expressed by +the resonant thunders of the old cannon echoed and reëchoed from height +to height. The promontory which had been the scene of the bloody +struggle between Champlain and the Iroquois, and the site of two +fearful battles of the British and French, was at length sanctified by +the presence of this band of liberty loving men destined, through the +next few years, to offer their lives and possessions on the altar of +their country.</p> + +<p>Then Warner and his men again embarked in the boats and sailed down +the lake. Enoch Harding went with the expedition and saw the bloodless +capitulation of the other British stronghold. Later, Benedict Arnold +with a small command captured a British corvette farther down the lake +and with that act the supremacy of the Americans on Champlain was +assured. A garrison was placed in each fortress and then the Green +Mountain Boys dispersed to their homes having accomplished the object +for which they had been gathered by their leader. Enoch and the old +ranger returned to the ox-bow farm where their welcome can be better +imagined than narrated.</p> + +<p>Yet the Widow Harding during the struggle which followed the capture +of Ticonderoga made many sacrifices more noble even than that of +allowing her eldest son to join in this expedition, but pioneer mothers +were called upon so to do. Lot Breckenridge’s mother had allowed +her son to march away to Boston where, under Israel Putman, he saw most +active service during the campaign which finally drove the red-coats +out of the Massachusetts capital. Robbie Baker was with his father +when, while reconnoitering outside St. Johns, the Green Mountain +sharpshooter was killed by an Indian ally of the British.</p> + +<p>Enoch Harding, too, joined that ill-fated expedition into Canada +where the rash attempt of Ethan Allen and his followers before Montreal +resulted in the capture and imprisonment of the intrepid leader. Enoch, +returning with the broken columns of the American army, but with a +lieutenant’s commission, was sent south and took no further part +in the struggles about Lake Champlain. But Bryce, two years after the +capture of Ticonderoga, well sustained the family name and honor while +fighting with Stark at Bennington.</p> + +<p>The girls and young Henry became their mother’s sole support +in her work of tilling the farm which Jonas Harding had cleared, and +throughout the uncertain years of the Revolution the family continued +to sow and reap, like so many other patriotic folk, that the army might +be clothed and fed while fighting the King’s hirelings. Perhaps +the part played by the “non-combatants” in the Revolution +was not the least loyal nor the least helpful to the cause of +liberty.</p> + +<p>The war between the confederated states and Great Britain did not +end the controversy regarding the rights of the settlers in the +Hampshire Grants; it simply postponed the vexing matter. But in the end +the freedom of Vermont as a state was brought about. After the war, and +while the Thirteen States were endeavoring to bring order out of the +chaotic conditions which had been the legacy of the great struggle, it +was really New York herself that urged the admittance of Vermont into +the Union. Even at that early date the supremacy of the South was +feared, and when Kentucky applied for entrance to the Union, Vermont +was made a state also to counteract the addition of another of southern +sentiment.</p> + +<p>During the war, however, the condition of Vermont was very +precarious. It was due to Ethan Allen, as much as to any one man, that +the Green Mountains and the Champlain Valley were not overrun with foes +both white and red. While imprisoned in the hulks in New York Bay Allen +was approached by agents of the crown who strove to buy his good-will +by presents and promises. They did not understand the rugged honesty of +the Green Mountain Boy; but he, knowing the exposed situation of his +friends and neighbors, craftily led his captors to believe that they +might obtain Vermont and her sturdy people on their own side.</p> + +<p>When Ethan Allen was exchanged and came back to the Green Mountains, +he still, with other leaders, carefully watched the British agents and +thus saved the rich farming lands of the Otter and Wonooski from +bloodshed, that the patriot farmers might continue to plant and reap +the grain which was truly “the sinews of war.” It is true +therefore that few leaders of the Revolution deserve greater +commendation, for none displayed more consecrated courage, nor was more +beloved by his followers, than the hero of Ticonderoga.</p> + +<hr class='pb' /> + +<div class='adpage'> +<p class='tac fs14 mb20'>HISTORICAL STORIES FOR BOYS</p> + +<p class='fs12 mt10'>THE EVE OF WAR</p> + +<p class='ti2'>By <span style='font-variant:small-caps'>W. Bert Foster</span>. Illustrated by <span style='font-variant:small-caps'>F. A. Carter</span>. +A story of the critical days just before the Civil War, when +every hour made history. Joe Ransom learns of the plan +to assassinate President Lincoln on the way to his inauguration, +and is sent by the United States Government +officials to warn the President-elect. His mission is accomplished, +and largely as a result of his services the plot +comes to naught. Historical facts are closely followed, +but this nowhere interferes with the interest in the story.</p> + +<p class='fs12 mt10'>WITH ETHAN ALLEN AT TICONDEROGA</p> + +<p class='ti2'>By <span style='font-variant:small-caps'>W. Bert Foster</span>. Illustrated by <span style='font-variant:small-caps'>F. A. 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The adventures of the young hero during that +eventful period, his efforts in behalf of the attacked towns, +his capture by the Indians, and his subsequent release +through the efforts of King Philip himself, with a vivid account +of the tragic death of that renowned Indian chieftain, +form a most interesting and instructive story.</p> + +<p class='fs12 mt10'>AT THE SIEGE OF QUEBEC</p> + +<p class='ti2'>By <span style='font-variant:small-caps'>James Otis</span>. Illustrated by <span style='font-variant:small-caps'>F. A. Carter</span>. Two boys +living on the Kennebec River join Benedict Arnold’s expedition +as it passes their dwelling en route for the Canadian +border. They, with their command, are taken prisoners +before Quebec. The terrible march through the wilderness, +the incidents of the siege, and the disastrous assault, which +cost the gallant General Montgomery his life, are in the +highest degree thrilling, and true in every particular.</p> + +<p class='fs12 mt10'>WITH PURITAN AND PEQUOT</p> + +<p class='ti2'>By <span style='font-variant:small-caps'>William Murray Graydon</span>. Illustrated by <span style='font-variant:small-caps'>Clyde +O. Deland</span>. There is a swing of martial spirit and a spice +of bold enterprise in this story of colonial times. Rufus +Jennicom, the impetuous Puritan boy, finds fighting Indians +more to his taste than raising Indian corn. It is +his rare good fortune to have for his friend Roger Williams +and to meet with Captain Miles Standish. The incidents +that go to make up this stirring tale have much to do +with the struggles of the early New England colonies.</p> + +<p class='tac mt20'>Cloth Binding      Illustrated      Each, $1.25<br /> +THE PENN PUBLISHING COMPANY<br /> +923 ARCH STREET            PHILADELPHIA</p> +</div> + +<hr class='pb' /> + +<div class='adpage'> +<p class='tac fs14 mb20'>HISTORICAL STORIES FOR BOYS</p> + +<p class='fs12 mt10'>IN THE DAYS OF WASHINGTON</p> + +<p class='ti2'>By <span style='font-variant:small-caps'>William Murray Graydon</span>. Illustrated by <span style='font-variant:small-caps'>J. +C. Claghorn</span>. The story opens in Philadelphia just prior +to its evacuation by the British in 1778. Nathan Stanbury, +a bright lad of seventeen, joins the Continental Army, which +is then suffering the hardships of the winter at Valley +Forge. A short time later the Battle of Monmouth is +fought, and in this the young hero figures quite prominently, +as he does afterward at the Massacre of Wyoming.</p> + +<p class='fs12 mt10'>THE BOER BOY OF THE TRANSVAAL</p> + +<p class='ti2'>By <span style='font-variant:small-caps'>Kate Milner Rabb</span>. Illustrated by <span style='font-variant:small-caps'>F. A. Carter</span>. +The career of the Boer boy is one series of exciting adventures. +In the gallant service for his country he comes +face to face with President Kruger, General Cronje, and +General Joubert. Much interesting information pertaining +to this country and its people is introduced, and the reader +will understand as never before the cause of the intense +hatred of the Boers for the British.</p> + +<p class='fs12 mt10'>ON WOOD COVE ISLAND</p> + +<p class='ti2'>By <span style='font-variant:small-caps'>Elbridge S. +Brooks</span>. Illustrated by <span +style='font-variant:small-caps'>Frederic J. Boston</span>. A trio of +bright New England children are given an island on which to spend their +summer vacation. Here they establish a little colony, the management of +which gives them a large amount of amusement and at times causes some +seemingly serious difficulties. In the solution of their perplexing +problems the young people receive much encouragement and counsel from +the poet Longfellow, whose delightful acquaintance they form in a very +unexpected and amusing manner.</p> + +<p class='tac mt20'>Cloth Binding      Illustrated      Each, $1.25<br /> +THE PENN PUBLISHING COMPANY<br /> +923 ARCH STREET            PHILADELPHIA</p> +</div> + +<hr class='pb' /> + +<div class='adpage'> +<p class='tac fs14 mb20'>HISTORICAL STORIES FOR BOYS</p> + +<p class='fs12 mt10'>UNDER THE TAMARACKS</p> + +<p class='ti2'>By <span style='font-variant:small-caps'>Elbridge S. +Brooks</span>. Illustrated. An interesting and healthful story for boys +and girls, representing a summer’s outing of young people among +the Thousand Islands. It is timed to include the visit of General Grant +at Alexandria Bay, and several interesting conversations between one of +the boys and the hero of the Rebellion shed pleasing side lights upon +the great General’s character.</p> + +<div style='margin:40px auto; text-align:center;'> <img alt='emblem' src='images/iadlast.jpg' /> </div> + +<p class='tac mt20'>Cloth Binding      Illustrated      Each, $1.25<br /> +THE PENN PUBLISHING COMPANY<br /> +923 ARCH STREET            PHILADELPHIA</p> +</div> + +<hr class='pb' /> + +<div class='figcenter'> <img src='images/icover.jpg' id="imgcvr" alt='' /></div> + + + + + + + + +<pre> + + + + + +End of Project Gutenberg's With Ethan Allen at Ticonderoga, by W. 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