Atlanta semi-weekly journal. (Atlanta, Ga.) 1898-1920, 1902-12-15
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But the chiefs and Skenedonk's nursing
and Indian remedies brought me face
earthward again, reviving the surgeons
hope.
When blood and life mounted. and my
torn side sewed up its gap in healthy.
scar adding another to my collection,
autumn was upon us, From the hunting
lodges on Lake George and the Williams
Is OF Longmeadow, went to the scorched
capital OF washington. In the end the
government helped me with my indian
plan though when Skenedonk ana
rushed out toward Illinois Territory we
had only my pay and grant OF land.
Peace was not formally made until De-
cember, but the war was ended that sum-
mer.
Mans success in the world is proper
toned TO the number Of forces he can
draw around himself to work with him.
I have been able to draw some forces;
though in matters where most people pro-
tect themselves, have quantity OF
asinne patience which the French would
not have tolerated.
The Oneidas were ready to follow
wherever led them. And so were many
families OF the Iroquoise federation. But
the Mohawk tribe held back. However, /
felt confident Of material for an Indian
state when the foundation should be laid.
We started lightly equipped upon the
horse paths. The long journey by water
and shore brought us In October to the
head OF German Bay. We had seen Lake
Michigan, of light transparent blueness,
with FIRE ripples chasing from the sunset
And We had rested at noon in plum groves
on the vast prairies, GASES OF fertile des-
erts. where pink and white fruit drops, so
ripe that the sun preserves IL in its juice.
The freshness OF the new world continual
~ flowed around US We shot deer.
W @ray@ tr-mf
with our heels to the campfire, and our
heads on our saddles. Sometimes we built
a hunters shed, open at front and slop-
ing 70 around at back. To md out how
the wind blew, we struck a finger in our
mouths and held II up. The side which be-
came cold FIRST was the side Of the wind.
Physical life riots in the Joy of its re-
vivai. was 30 glad to be alive after
touching death that could think
OF Madame de Ferrier without pain, and
say more confidently: "She is not dead"
because resurrection was working in my
self
Green Bay or La Baye. as the fur hunt
eYs called it. was a little post almost
like a New England village among its
elms; one street and a few outlying houses
beside the Fox river. The open world had
been our tavern: or any sod or log hut
cast up like q burrow Of human prSirie
dogs or moles. We did not expect to
md a tavern in Green Bay. Yet such
place was pointed out to US near the Fur
cornpany's block warehouse. II had no
sign post and the only visible stable was
a pen Of logs. Though negro slaves were
owned in the Illinois Territory, we saw
none when a red-headed man rushed forth
shouting:
sam, you lazy Niger, come here and
take the gentleman's horse! Where Is
that sam? Light down. sir. with your
Indian, and will lead your beasts to the
hostler myself"
In the same way our host provided a
supper and bed with armies Of invisible
servants. SkenedonlS climbed a ladder to
the loft with our saddlebags.
Where Is that chambermaid?" cried
the tavern keeper.
Yes. where IL she?' said a man who
lounged on a bench by the entrance. 'Ive
heard OF her so often would like to see
her myself"
The landlord. deaf to railery hustled about
and spread our table in his public room.
Corn bread. hominy. side meat, ven-
zin" he shouted in the kitchen. 'StZ
yourself. you black rascal, and dish up the
gentleman's supper"
Skenedonk walked boldly into the kitch-
en- door and saw our landlord stewing
and brolling. performing the offices of
cook as he had performed those of stable
man. He kept on scolding and harry
ing the people who should have been at
his command: step around lively. Sam.
Tell the gentleman the black bottle is in
the fireplace cupboard II he wants to
sharpen his appetite. Where Is that little
Niger that picks up chips? Bring me
some more wood from the wood-pile! I'll
teach you to go to sleep behind the door!'
Our host served us himself. running
with sleeves turned back to admonish an
imaginary cook. His tap-room was the
fireplace cupboard. and 1t was visited
while we ate our supper. by men in seal
skin trousers, and caps and hooded
capotes OF blue cleth. These Canadians
mixed their own drink, and made a cross