The Greenville journal. [volume] (Greenville, Ohio) 1850-1918, 1916-11-02

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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 viii fight beside the white
men,"
There was no time lost, although l
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. The
dense night shrouded much of this
hasty preparation, for all l 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 black-bearded
Frenchman, bearing long rifle-the
detachment, no doubt, dispatched to
guard the slope east Of the trail, and
hurried forth to cover the greater dis
tance. Yet these could have scarcely
advanced far through that jungle
when the others were also in line. wait
ing the word.
The very silence in which all this
was accomplished, the DOiseless bodies.
the almost breathless attention, scarce
" enabled me to realize the true mean
ing of it all. These men were going
into battle, into a 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 had read of. dreamed Of, being
enacted before my very eyes. l was
even a part of it, for | was going with
them to the field of blood.
Yet how different everything was
from those former pictures of imagina-
llOu. lClC WI dS hO llOAoCS hO NAANANN
ment, no shrinking those silent,
mOtionless men standing in the posi-
tions assigned to them, the dim light
cleaning on their naked bodies, their
ready weapons.
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.
"AlI is well, Sequitah?"
"Good-'tis as the white chief
wishes"
"Then we move at once; La Forest
will guide the rear; you and 1 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 coming battle"
/ answered. "I-I think hardly real
ize what that all means; but the risk
you run. Rene! If-if you win, you
will be a prisoner condemned to
death"
He laughed, and bent low, so felt
his lips brush my cheek.
you do not understand, dear girl.
A moment and will explain-once we
are beyond the stream. Now l must
see that all move together"
We advanced through the woods
down a slight incline, the Indians NOV
ing like so many phantoms. Not
branch ratified as they gIided 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 a shadow, strobe
the chief SeQuitah, his stern face up
lifted, shadOwed by long black hair. a
rife gripped in his sinewy arms. We
crossed the little river, D'Artigny bear
ing me easily in his grasp, and, on the
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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 fickered 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 and Joined
him. A moment the two men con-
ferred, turning about to question Sc
quitah. AS they separated I could dis
tlngush D'Artigny's final words.
Every well, then, If it is your wish
l take command Sequitah, hundred
warriors will follow you along the
trail-you know it well. Have your
best scouts in advance, and circle your
braves so as to make attack impos-
sible. Your scouts will not go beyond
the great rock except on my order.
NJ. la Forest will accompany them.
This Is clear?"
The Indian muttered response in his
own tongue; then spoke more rapidly,
and the mass of warriors below
changed formation, the greater number
climbing the bank, and grouping
themselves in the darker shadow Of
the woods.
"Who has charge Of the others"
asked D'Artigny.
"Bastian Courtray," replied La For
est, "He is yonder."
"Then, Courtray, listen: You follow
the stream, but do not venture from
cover. Post your men below the stock
ade and wait to intercept fugitlves. We