Northern Wisconsin advertiser. [volume] (Wabeno, Wis.) 1898-1925, 1916-10-20


questions. and once courier du bois
spoke up in his own tongue, to make
the meaning clear. AS D'Artigny
ceased the chief stood for a moment
silent.
1--WE leap upon them from Govern
he asked calmly, "and the white men
will sally forth to aid us?'
tbs so we expect-M. de Tonty Is
never averse to fight"
II believe in the Iron Hand; but tbs
told me others command now. If they
fail, we are but few against many"
"They will not fail, Sequitah; they
are Frenchmen."
The Indian folded his hands across
his breast, his eyes on the two men
facing him. There was silence, but
for the slight rustic of moving bodies
in the darkness.
"Sequitah hears the voice Of his
friend" he announced at last, "and his
words sound wise. The warriors of
the Illini will fight beside the white
men"
There was no time lost, although /
know but little of what occurred, be-
ing left alone there while La Forest
and D'Artigny divided the men, and
arranged the plans of advance. Tie
dense night shrouded much of this
hasty preparation, for all / could per
ceive were fitting figures, or the black
shadow of warriors being grouped to-
gether. could hear voices, never loud,
giving swift orders, or calling to this
or that individual through the gloom.
A party tramped by me, and disap-
peared, twenty or more naked war
riors, headed by a black-bearded
Frenchman, bearing a long rifie-the
detachment, no doubt, dispatches to
guard the slope east of the trail, and
hurried forth to cover the greater dis
lance. Yet these could have scarcely
advanced far through that jungle
wien the others were also in line, wait
ing the word.
The very silence in which all this
was accomplished, the noiseless bodies,
the almost breathless attention, scarce
ly enabled me to realize the true mean
ing of it all. These men were going
into battle, into death grapple. They
meant to attack five times their own
number. This was no boys play; it
was war, savage, relentless war. The
stern horror of it seemed to suddenly
grip me as with icy fingers. Here was
what l had read of, dreamed of, being
ena cted before my very eyes. l was
even a part of it, for 1 was going with
them to the field Of blood.
Yet how different everything was
from those former pictures of magma
ton. There was no noise, NO excite
ment, no shrinking those silent,
motionless men standing in the posi-
lions assigned to them, the dim light
cleaning on their naked bodies, their
ready weapons.
I heard the voices Of the white men,
speaking quietly. giving last instruc-
tons as they passed along the lines.
Sequitah took his place, not two yards
from me, standing like a statue. his
face stern and emotionless. Out of
the darkness came D'Artigny, pausing
an instant before the chief.
"All is well, Sequitah?"
"Good-'tis as the white chief
wishes
''Then we move at once; La Forest
will guide the rear; you and l will
march together. Give your warriors
the word"
He turned and took my hand.
You will walk with me, dear one;
you are not afraid?"
"Not of the peril of cofaing battle"
I answered. "I-I think l hardly real
ize what that all means; but the risk
you run. Rene! lift, you win, you
will be a prisoner condemned to
death"
He laughed, and bent low, so I felt
his lips brush my cheek.
"You do not understand, dear girl.
A moment and will explain-once we
are beyond the stream. Now 1 must
see that all move together"
We advanced through the woods
down a slight incline, the Indians NOV
ing like so many phantoms. Not a
branch ratified as they glided silently
forward, not a leaf rustled beneath
the soft tread Of moccasined feet.
D'Artigny led me by the hand, aiding
me to move quietly over the uneven
ground, but made no effort to speak.
Beside us, not unlike shadow. strobe
the chief Sequitah, his stern face up
lifted, Swallowed by long black hair. a
rifle gripped in his sinewy arms. We
crossed the little river, D'Artigny bear
ing me easily in his grasp, and, on the
opposite shore, waited for the others
to follow. They came, long line of
dark, shadowy forms, wading cautious
" through the shallow water. and
ranged themselves just below the bank
many still standing in the stream.
What light there was fiickered over
naked bodies, and revealed savage eyes
cleaning from out masses Of black
hair.
D'Artigny stepped forward on the
exposed root of a tree to where he
could see his dusky followers, and La
Forest climbed the bank aud joined
him. A moment the two men con-
ferred, turning about to question Sc
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