Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1903-11-02
Jocund was in preparation for the peo-
nle Of Vincpnnes

4 PIC VI SluCcAACS.
There was current belief in the
town that Gaspard Roussillon never
missed good thing and always some
how got the lions share. He went on,
with the ebb to return on the flood
Nobody was surprised, therefore, when
he suddenly appeared in the midst OF
his friends, armed to the teeth and
emotionally warlike to suit the occa.
sion. OF course he took charge of ev-
erybody and everything. You could
have heard him whisper a bow shot
away.
''Taisons!' he Missed whenever he
met an acquaintance I'VE will sur
prise the fort and scalp the whole gar.
rison. Aux arnes! Les Americans
viennent d'arriver!'
| At his own house he knocked and
called in vain. He shook the door VIC
lently, for he was thinking Of the stores
under the floor, of the grimy bottles,
Of the fragrant bordeaux All, his
throat how it throbbed! But where
was Nine Roussillon? Where was
Alice? "Jean! Jean!' he cried, forget
ting all precaution. Come here, you
scamp and let me in this minutep'
A profoundly impressive silence gave
him to understand that his home was
deserted.
"Chiff! Frightened and gone to stay
with Nine. Godere. suppose, and so
thirsty! Bah! Hum, hum! Apres lie
! win In bataille. Ziff!"
He kicked in the door and CROPPED his
way to the liquors. While he hastily
swigged and smacked he heard the
firing begin with cracking, desultory
volley. He laughed jovially there in
the dark, between drafts and deep
signs Of enjoyment.
EFT moi aussi." he murmured, like
the vast murmur of the sea, Il want
to be in that dance! Pardonnez mes
sieurs Moi, je veux danser, sill vous
plat"
And when he had filled himself he
plunged out and rushed away, wrought
up to the extreme fighting pitch Of
temper. Diable! If he could but come
across that Lieutenant Barlow, how he
would smash him and mangle him! In
magnifying his prowess with the lens
of Imagination he swelled and pulled
as he Numbered along.
The firing sounded as.if it were be-
tween the fort and the river, but pres
emily when one of Hamilton's cannon
spoke NJ. Roussillon saw the yellow
spike of flame from its muzzle leap
directly toward the church, and he
thought 1t best to make wide detour
to avoid going between the firing lines.
Once or twice he heard the whine OF
stray bullet high overhead. Before
he had gone very far he met man
hurrying toward the fort. 1t was
Captain Francis jacksonville, one Of
Hamilton's chief scouts. who had been
out on reconnaissance and, cut of
from his party by some Of Clark's
forces, was trying to make his way to
the main gate of the stockade.
! NJ. Roussillon knew jacksonville as q
somewhat desperate character, lead
err Of Indian forays and trader In
human scalps. Surely the fellow was
legitimate prey.
"Ziff! Diable de gredin" he enarled,
and leaping upon him choked him to
the ground. ''Je vais vous scalper I'M
metliatement!'
Clark's plan Of approach showed
mastery strategy. Lieutenant Bailey.
with fourteen regulars, made q show
Of attack on the east, while Major
Bowman led a company through the
town. on line near where Main street
in Vincennes is now located, to point
north Of the stockade. Charleville,
brave creole, who was at the head OF
some daring fellows, by a brilliant
dash got position under cover of nat
ural terrace at the edge Of the prairie
opposite the forts southwestern angle.
Lieutenant Beverley, in whom the COM
mander placed highest confidence, was
sent to look for supply OF ammuni-
ton and to gather up all the French
men in the town who wished to join In
the attack. Oncle Jazon and ten other
available men went with him.
They all made great noise when
they felt that the place was completely
invested. Nor Gun we deny, much as
we would Ike to, the strong desire Tor
vengeance which raised those shouting
voices and nerved those steady hearts
to do or die in an undertaking which
certainly had desperate look. The
thought was tremendously stimulat-
ing.
Beverley, with the aid Of oncle ia
zon, was able to lead his little company
as far as the church before the enemy
saw him. Here yolley from the near
est angle of the stockade had to be an
swered, and pretty soon q cannon be-
gan to play upon the position.
1--WE kin do better seme'rs else." was
Oncle Jazon's laconic remark, hung
back over his shoulder as he moved
briskly away from the spot just swept
by a 6 FOUNDER. Come this yer way.
lieutenant hyer some O the fellers
a-talkin' loud jes' beyant Legrace's
place. They amt 10 sort O. sense airy
in to hit anything a-shootin' In the
dark no',rs-