Frostburg mining journal. [volume] (Frostburg, Md.) 1871-1913, 1884-02-09
earthen house," demanded the subtle

''ro subdue it. My master owns
the land and your father was ordered
to drive off these English squatters.
They have consented to 60, and now
he calls them enemies no longer
"'Tis well. Magua took the
hatchet to color it with blood. 1t is
now bright; when it is red. it shall
be buried. e g-.-
'But Magua is pledged not to sui
ly the lilies of France. The enemies
of the great king across the salt lake
are his enemies; his friends, the
friends of the Hurons."
''Friends!' repeated the Indian, in
scorn. ''Let his father give Magua
hand" .-.r- -...-
Montcalm, who felt that bis in
fluence over the warlike tribes he
had gathered was to be maintained
by concession rather than by power,
complied reluctantly with the others
request. The savage placed the fing-
er of the French commander on q
deep scar on his bosom, and then
exultingly demanded
"Does my father know that p
"What warrior does not tits where
a leaden bullet has cut"
"And this? ?" continued the Indian,
who had turned his naked back to
the other, his body being without the
usual calico mantle.
''This, my son has been sadly in
jured, here who has done this Z"
''Magua slept hard in the English
wigwams, and the sticks have left
their mark" returned the savage
with hollow laugh. Then recol-
lecting himself. with sudden and
native dignity he added teach
your young men it is peace. LIE
Renard Subtil knows how to speak to
Huron warrior
Without designing to bestow further
words or to wait for any answer, the
savage cast his rifle into the hollow
of his arm, and moved silently through
the encampmcnt towards the woods
where his own tribe was known to
lie.
Montcalm fingered long and mel
ancholy on the strand where he had
been left by his companion, brooding
deeply on the temper which his un-
governable ally had just discovered.
Already his once fair fame has been
tarnished by one horrid scene, and in
circumstances fearfully resembling
those under which he found himself.
The first tap Of the French drums
was echoed from the bosom of the fort,
and presently the valley was filled
with the martial music, rising long,
thrilling, and lively above the rattling
accompaniment. The horns of the
victors sounded merry and cheeful
flourishes, until the last laggard of
the camp was at his post; but the
instant the British flies had blown
their shrill signal, they became mute.
In the meantime the day had dawn
ed, and when the line of the French
army was ready to receive it's general
the rays of the brilliant sun were
glancing along the glittering array.
Then that success, which was already
SO well known, was officially an
nounced; the favored band who were
selected to guard the gates of the fort
were detailed, and detiled before their
chief; the signal of their approach
was gwen, and all the usual prepara-
tons for a change Of masters were
ordered and executed directly under
the guns of the contested works.
A very different scene presented
itself within the lines of the Anglo
American army. AS soon as tho
the warning signal was given, it ex-
hibited all the signs of hurried and
forced departure. The sullen SOL
diers shouldered their empty tubes
and fell into their places, like
men whose blood had been
heated by the past contest, and who
only desired an opportunity to re-
venge an indignity which was still
wounding to their pride, concealed
us it WAS under all the observances Of
military etiquette. Women and chill
dren ran from place to place, some
bearing the scanty remnants of their
baggage, and others searching in the
ranks, for those countenances they
looked up to for protection.
Munro appeared among his silent
troops firm but detected. 1t was
evident that the uneypected blow