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Burl / by Morrison Heady. Heady, Morrison, 1829-1915. 400dpi TIFF G4 page images University of Kentucky, Electronic Information Access & Management Center Lexington, Kentucky 2002 b92-256-31805428 Electronic reproduction. 2002. (Beyond the shelf, serving historic Kentuckiana through virtual access (IMLS LG-03-02-0012-02) ; These pages may be freely searched and displayed. Permission must be received for subsequent distribution in print or electronically. Burl / by Morrison Heady. Heady, Morrison, 1829-1915. Southwestern Methodist Pub. House, Nashville, Tenn. : 1884. 188 p ; 19 cm. Coleman Microfilm. Atlanta, Ga. : SOLINET, 1995. 1 microfilm reel ; 35 mm. (SOLINET/ASERL Cooperative Microfilming Project (NEH PS-20317) ; SOL MN04974.03 KUK) Printing Master B92-256. IMLS This electronic text file was created by Optical Character Recognition (OCR). No corrections have been made to the OCR-ed text and no editing has been done to the content of the original document. Encoding has been done through an automated process using the recommendations for Level 1 of the TEI in Libraries Guidelines. Digital page images are linked to the text file. B URL. BY MORRISON HEADY. -NASHVILLE, TENN.: SOUTHERN METHODIST PUBLISHING [IoUsE 1886. Entered, according to Act of Congress, in the year 1884, BY THlE BooK AGENTS OF THE METHODIST EPISCOPAL CHIURCH, SOUTH, in the Office of the Librarian of Congress, at Washington. PREFACE. 'OMNIE one has said that inasmuch as tie Preface to a book is the ) last thing that is written, it ought to be the last that is read. I suppose that some readers prefer to omit thie Preface until they have read the book, for many writers, Lord Lytton among the num- ber, really destroy the illusion of a work of fiction by specifying the conditions under which it was written. A certain amount of faith in the reality of the things recorded is, to many minds, essential to true enjoyment of the story. However the case may be, I prefer that the reader of this volume should read these lines of mine before lie proceeds farther. The author of this little book is both blind and deaf! For many years lie has been absolutely blind. Ile has utterly lost the sense of hearing also; and whilst lie speaks with singular clearness, and with some modulation of voice, lie can receive no communication fronm his fellow-creatures except through an alphabet which lie car- ries upon his hand! Every word must be spelled letter by letter. Thus deprived of two of his senses, it is a marvel that he is able to write at all. That lhe has written a book of more than ordinary interest I am sure the reader will decide when he has read it. There are passages of true poetry scattered here and there, and some descriptive scenes that will not suffer by comparison with those of the best of living authors. Under other circumstances, I would exercise my editorial prerogative, and change the form of some of' his expressions; but the style of Mr. Heady is peculiar: it is his own, and the merit of originality should not be denied to him, even in those rare instances in which lie breaks away from the trammels of recognized laws of language. (3) 4 PREFACE. I am sure that the knowledge of the infirmities under which this author writes will secure to him a lenient spirit of criticism, whilst it inspires admiration in view of the great excellence of his work. Not a line, not a word of complaint against the Providence that has afflicted 1im-not the slightest allusion to his personal disabilities- will be found anywhere in this volume. Tile spirit of the writer is cheerful, to the verge of gayety itself. ie has a keen sense of the ridiculous, and exhibits a quiet humor which is couched in quaint and striking phrases. How thankful ought we to be, to whom. the gracious God has given the use of all our senses! lShould we not stand reproved in the presence of this blind and deaf man, who uses for the benefit of others the means that he possesses, whilst we, enjoying all of God's bounties, have made so little use of them This work is a sermon to the despondent, complaining spirit, and a word of vigorous ex- hortation to the slothful man. May this )noral of the book leave its record for good in the heart of every reader! A\. P. HARRISON, Book Editor, DI. E. Church, South. NASHVILLE, Dec., 1883. INTRODUCTION. N EARLY twenty years had now elapsed since Daniel Boone had slpent that lnelloral)le twelve-niontlh all alone in the depths of the boulndless wilderness; yet was Kentucky still the IHunter's Para- dise, or the lan(i of the I)ark and B (loody Giround, just as thle wild adventurer or peaceful laborer might happen to viewv it. In tihe more central regions, it is true, a number of thriving settlements had already sluting ul, and by this tinie-1789, or thereabout-were qsuite too populous and strong to apprehend any further serious moles- tation froim their Indian neighbors. But between these poHints and the Ohio IRiver lay a wivde border of dehatabjle land, where the rest- less savages still kept up their hostile dlemonstrations, which, though less 1loodv anid wasting than at an earlier period, were yet sufficiently freiuent and harassing to keel) time white settlers in perpetual dis- quietude and fear. Sometimes difierent settlements would unite their forces into strong parties of from fifty to two hundred riflemen, when a dash would be made across the river and the war carried for a week or two into the enenmv's countrv. But as the Indians, with their characteristic wari- ness, had usually timely notice of the approaching danger, and would abandon their villanes for the more secure shelter of the forest, the white invaders could do little more in the wav of vengeance and intimidation than burn the deserted towns and level the corn-fields to tlme ground. A. brief interval of quiet wotuld sometimes follow these raids; but it happened not utnfrequently that the pioneers would har(ly he back to their several stations, disbanded, and fairly at their labors in the field, when there again was the Indian war-whoop ringing along the periled border as melodiously as ever, and the 6 INTRODUCTION. pillaging, murdering, scalping, and burning going on in the good old orthlodox fashion thepeskv red ravagers loved so well. What greatly aggravated this distressing state of things, Kentucky w:.s still but a district of Virginia, hence powerless to use to tile full extent the means of self-defense which otherwise had lain within her reach; while the seat of government was so remote from the seencs of disorder tih.t the iother State could succor her infant settlements scarcely more than had thiey lain on the othier side of thle Rocky Mountains, insteatl of the Alleghanies. Thus trammeled, Kentucky ouild do little more than, like a tethered Ibison, butt at the dangers which year in and year out l eset her on every side. To be sure, con- ventions composed of her lest men, and having for their object her erection into a separate State of the Union, had been for the last three years, annd for the next three years continued to be, as frequent as canip-meetings---quite as demonstrative too, an(l noisy, and quite as inmuh to the purpose, so far as concerned the object in view. Why, does not beseein uis here to inquire. Finally, just as the dan- ger was over and gone, and the last hand of hostile Indians that ever raised the war-wlo(,) in the land of the "JDark and Bloody Ground" had been dlriven across the Ohio, Kentelky was untrammeled, and suf- fered to rear her bleeding front among the mighty sisterhood of States -an independent, sovereign part of the independent, sovereign whole, as the phrase shoould go, until thle great rebellion should call for new constructions and clear definitions. Thenceforth for twenty years the fierv lines of war receded fitfully northward, till stayed at tIme Battle of the Thames, quenched in the life-blood of the heroic, time high-minded, the hapless Tecumseh. CONTENTS. CHAPTER 1. PAG. How Iig Black Burl Figured in the Paradise ................ 9 CHAPTER II. How Little Bushie Figured in the Paradise ................. 17 CHAPTER III. How Big Black Burl and Bushlie Figured in Each Other's Eyes 26 CHAPTER IV. How Somebody was Lost in the Paradise .................... 39 CHAPTER V. How Grumbo Figured in the Paradise ...................... 46 CHAPTER VI. How Big Black Burl Figured on the War-path by Day .......2 5 CHAPTER VII. How Big Black Burl Figured on the War-path by Night ...... 60 CHAPTER VIII. How Big Black Burl Figured in a Quandary ................ 67 CHAPTER IX. How Big Black Burl Figured in Ambush ................... 73 CHAPTER X. How Big Black Burl Figured in the Fight .................. 81 CHAPTER XI. How Little Bushie Figured in the Fight .................... 90 CHAPTER XII. IHow Big Black Burl and Grumbo Figured After the Fight.... 99 (7) 8 CONTENTS. CHAPTER XIII. PAGZ How Big Black Burl Figured in his Triumph ..... .......... 109 CHAPTER XIV. How Big Black Burl Figured in Oratory .................... 117 CHAPTER X\. How Big Black Burl Sewed it Up in his War-cap .... ....... 127 CHAPTER X VI. How Big Black Burl Figured on the Peace-path ............. 136 CHAPTER XVII. How the Glory of his Race Figured in his Rising . .... ...... 147 CHAPTER XVIII. How the Eagle and the Lion and the Big Bear Figured in the Great 'orth-west ..................................... 134 CHAPTER XIX. How Big Black Burl Figured at the Death-stake ............. 164 CHAPTER XX. How Kumshakah Figured in the Light of the Setting Sun..... 174 CHAPTER XXI. How the Glory of his Race Figured in his Setting .... ....... 180 Ghapter 1. How BIG BLACK BURL FIGURED IN TME PARADISE. IX feet six he stood in his moccasins, yet seemed not tall, so broad lie was and ponderously thick. He had .n elephantine leg, with a foot like a black-oak wedge; a chimipanzean arm, with a fist like a black-oak maul; eyes as large and placid as these of an ox; teeth as large and even as those of a horse; skin that was not skin, but ebony; a nose that was not a ncse, but gristle; hair that was not hair, but wool; and a grin that was not a grin, but ivory sunshine. Such was the outward man of Big Black Burl. Brave as a lion, deliberate as a bear, patient as an ox, faithful as a mastiff; affectionate as a Newfoundland dog, sagacious as a crow, talkative as a magpie, and withal as cheery and full of song as a sky-lark. Such was the inward man of Big Black Burl. Built up and limbed as just described, our hero, as you may well imagine, must have been a man of prodigious bodily strength. To be sure, a tall, supple, well-knit, athletic white man like Simon Kenton, for example, might, in a wrestling-match and by some unexpected sleight of foot, have kicked his heels from under him and brought him flat on his back with ease. But keeping him there would have been an altogether different matter. That would have taken - (9) 10 BUR L. .Sinmon Kenton, Daniel Boone, and Benjamin Logan, all men of uncommon bone and muscle, and all upon him at once; mul even then he would have tumbled and tousled them so lu!stily as at last to force them fIroni slicer loss of breath to yield the po)int and let hini up. The station, in and aroun(l which our colored hero was wi-ont to figture, was one of the most exposed points alongr the northern bordvr, and(, being the re-ndezvous of iniany of Ken- tucky's 10ol(est hunmters, was looked upon by the more inte- rior settlements as their bulwark of' defelnse a-rainst incur- sions of the INlians. Now, be it knowni that in the numer- ouls skir-mishies which took place in that quarter between the Reds an(l the Whites, Bi- Black Burl played a rather con- spicuous part; proving himself for deeds of warlike prowess at signal illustration of African valor-a worthy representa- tive, id(leed, of his great colentrymvna Alumbo Jumbo, the flir-filemd giant-king of Congo. In testimony vlwhereof, there were the scalps of his enemnies taken by his own hand in se- cret amllussi and in open fight, and which, strung together like pods of red pepper, or ellttilt-S of dried pumpkin, hung blackening iii the smoke of his cabin. Scalps! Your pardon, Christian reader; but the truth must be confessed, bald as it is, and worse than bald. It was the flishion of the day: the Reds took scalps and the Whites took scalps. It were, then, hardly fair in us to find fhult with the Blacks for doing the same, especially as they coul(l neither read nor write nor cipher, nor had been taught the absolute truths of any creed whence, as a natural consequence, proceeds that profound fixedness of belief which needs must make itself manifest in the persistent exemplifi- cation of every Christian virtue. Had they enjoyed these inestinmable advantagces, the Blacks-depend upon it-would have denied themselves so barbarous a luxury, and set a more Christian example to the unchristian Whites then dwelling in the Paradise. The glory of such a manifestation ,was reserved to the nineteenth century, when the lovers of thre great brotherhood of man should (liscover an(l proclaim to the listening carth the latent saint inherent in the nature of ebony, from 11am, the favorite son of Noali, (lowni to Un- cle Tom), the best man that ever lived. lin the corn-field, barefooted and shirt-sleeved, Burl was like the 1patient, pledding, slow-paecd ox; but let the alarin-cry of Indiants! Indians! " ring alon-v the border, and in a trice, with imoccasins on fret, war-ca) on head, rifle on shoulder, tonmahawk and hbuting-knifo in belt, he was out upon the vwar-lpatlh-a roaring lioe, thirsting for scalps and glory. Indeed, so lfamous dlid he in time become for his martial exploits as to win for himself amiong Whites a distinguished title of " The Fi-lhti- N-i-,er; " while aniong the Reds, by lwhoim he was regarded as a sort of Okeeheedee-half man and half devil-he grew to be known as " The Big Black Brave of time BushI Iknad." When out on his " Injun" hunts, the Fighting Nigger usually chose to be alone. His in- stinct told lhii-and that mnonitor rarely spoke to Big Black Burl in vain-that lie must not presume too far upon that fellowship iuto which, in virtue of his great achievements, the White hunters had condescended to admit him; lest famil- iarity, which breeds contempt, might ilicur him the risk of being snubbed, or thrust out altogether as an impertinent intruder, who had forgotten where he stood in the secial scale. Whereas, by the general observance of this prudent policy, not only should he win additional commendations from his White superiors for additional deservings, but se- cure to himself the undivided honor of the scalps the tro- phies of victory-taken by his own hand in battle. For, colored though he was, with a nose inclining neither to the Roman nor Grecian, our hero showred that he cherished a genuine, therefore jealous, love of glory. In this. respect, B URL. 11 12 BURL. we may liken the Fighting Nigger to such godlike speci- mens of our race as Alexander the Great; to Napoleon the Great; or, perhaps more fitly still, to Mumbo Jumbo the Great, the far-fanied giant-king of Congo. But if there was one thing in the Paradise that Big Black Burl loved more than scalps and glory, it was his little mas- ter, Biishie-or, as the name had been written down in. the Good Book, some eight or nine, years before, Bushrod Rey- nolds, jr. Bushrod Reynolds, sr., the father, and Jemima Ileyniolds, the mother, were natives of the Old Dominion, whence they had migrated but a few months prior to the birth of their little son; Bushrod, with his whole worldly estate across his shoulder, in the shape of rifle and ax; Jemima, with her whole paternal inheritance close at her heels, in the shape of an unslhapely, gigantic ne-ro votuth, destined in after years to win for himself anion- the Red warriors of the wilderness the blii,-soundiwr title of" The Big Black Brave of the Bushy Head." With brave and cheerful hearts, which the pioneer must maintain, or sink, they had gone to work, and cutting out a broad green patch from the vine-inwoven forest, had erelong, in the midst of the sunshine thus let in, built them a rustic home. Here, in the due course of nature, a playful little pioneer made his appearance, whom they bundled up in red flannel and christened Bushrod, and called Bushie- Burl's household idol. Now, as a hunter and Indian fighter, Bushrod Reynolds had few equals, even in the Paradise-a land prolific be- yond precedence of the heroic in that line. Hence it nat- urally followed that he should take the lead of the other pioneers, who made Fort Reynolds as in compliment to him the station was called-their place of refuge from the incur- sions of the Indians, or their rallying-point for repelling the invaders. Thus on a certain day it so befell that an In- dian chase was started near Fort Reynolds-a band of the BURL. 13 Red marauders having made a bloody, burning pounce upon the settlements the previous night, and now, loaded with booty and scalps, were making all speed for the Ohio River, to throw that broad barrier between themselves and danger. The chase had been kept up for several miles, and the pur- suers as yet had failed to catch a glimpse of the fugitives. Swifter of foot than his comrades, Captain Reynolds had im- prudently, perhaps unconsciously, pushed on fur in advance, when on a sudden he found himself waylaid and set upon by four or five of the savages, who, bolder than their fellows, had dared to be the hindermost and cover the retreat. These, having caught sight of their foremost pursuer, and marking that he ran quite alone, had agreed among theimselves to waylay and capture him; a prisoner being a more coveted prize than a scalp, since, while yet alive, he could be both scalped and roasted. But he resisted so desperately, dealing about their heads such ugly blows with the butt of his rifle, as quickly to convince them that he was not to be taken. alive; and aware that the rest of their pursuers should soon be upon thenm, and exasperated by the bruises he had given them, they shot him down on the spot-nor turned to renew their flight till they had scalped him, though still alive and conscious. The Red dastards were yet in sight when the other hunters gained the spot, where they found their leader wounded and dying. With a commanding gesture, he sternly bid them forward, nor mar the chase for him, who had but a few moments to live. Fortunately, it so chanced that on the present occasion Big Black Burl was with the White hunters; therefore they left him to minister to his dying master, and again pushed on in hotter, fiercer pursuit. For many a weary mile of bush-entangled forest and grass-entangled glade, of rocky dell and precipitous hill, the chase for life and death went on-nor ceased till it had brought pursued and pursuer to the banks of the broad Ohio. Here thev who had dared to be the bindermost found themselves reduced to desperate straits, whether to fight or swim-their comrades, unmindful of them, having pushed off in all the canoes, and beings by this time far out upon the river. Needing but a glance to tell them where their ehnnc(,s lay, with a loud yell of defiance, they leaped from the high bank into the deep stream and swam for dear life. The in- stant after, the rifles of the White hunters rang out from among the trees along the shore: there was a stain of blood upon the water, and the next moment they who but now had stemmed the current with desperate sinews floated life- less with it-all who dared to be the hindermost. Mleanwhile, the faithful Burl had borne his wounded mas- ter to the banks of a forest brook which ran hard by, and had set him down, reclined against the trunk of a tree. Then he took his powder-horn, having emptied its contents into his ammunition-poueh, and filling it from the stream, gave his master to drink-the clear, cool, sparkling water, so refreshing to the tired and thirsty, but to the wounded man sweet and grateful beyond expression. When he had drained the flask and revived a little, that hapless hunter thus addrcssed his slave: "Burl, you have ever been faith- ful to me. Have I been as kind to You" A big sob was the only answver, but it came from the depths of the heart, and said " Yes " a hundred times. "Then, be faithful still. You have a brave heart and ti strcD" arm, and to your support and protection must I, in some sort, leave my poor wife and child. Then give me your word, your solemn promise, that you will be as faithful to .Miss Jenminia as YoU have been to mne; and that you will take good care of her fatherless boy, till he lie old and strong enough to shift for hinself, and for his mother, too. Do you give me yotor promise" 14 B unL. BURL. 15 "0 master! " Burl at length sobbed out, " it ain't much a pore nigger kin do fur White folks in dat way; but what I kin do I will do, an' won't never stop a doin' it." Here, with a blubbering expression of grief, the poor fellow broke down. "Your band upon it, my good old boy," whispered the dying hunter, his breath now almost gone. "Bid Miss Jemima and dear little Bushie good-by for me, and carry them my dyingI blessing." In pledge of the promise, never to be broken, Burl took the hand that was now powerless to take his, and held it till death had fixed its answering grasp and the hunter was gone to find another paradise. Then he laid his master's body upon the streamlet's brink, to wash away the blood. How gently the huge hand laved the gory locks and dashed the soft water into the dead, pale face! It was a stern, rug- ged, weather-beaten face; but the light of the last loving thoughts still lingered upon it, lending it a beauty in death which it had never known in life. This part of his pious duty duly done, then tenderly in his mighty arms he took up the precious burden and laid it across his shoulder to bear it to the distant home. Through the fast lengthening shadows of sunset, through the glimmering shades of twi- light, through the melancholy starlight, through woods, woods, woods, he bore it, till the lamp that always burned at the little square window, when the hunter was abroad in the night, was spied from afar, telling that the faithful, lov- ing heart was waiting and watching as she should never wait and watch again. Burl stepped softly over the low rail-fence ihto the yard and laid his master's body upon a puncheon bench which stood under a forest-tree directlv in front of the cabin. Having composed the limbs of the dead, he stole with noise- less tread across the porch to the cabin door, at which he softly knocked with his knuckles, but holding it fast by the latch-handle, lest it should be too suddenly opened. Straight- way a quick step was heard approaching the door from with- in. The wooden bolt slid back with a thump, the wooden latch went up with a click, but the door remained shut. "It 's nobodv but me, Miss Jemimy; nobody here but me. You 's awake, is you" " Yes, Burl, I 'm awake," answered a gentle voice within; and ti-aii the latch went up with a click. "rNot yit, Miss Jemimy, not yit. I said dare 's nobody here but mle; but did n't 'zaclv mean what I said. You 's awake, now, is you-wide awakes" "Yes, Burl, I am wide awake, and have been all night long But why do you ask And why do you hold the door so fast" And now there was a tremor of alarm in the gentle voice. "Den, put out de light, Mfiss Jemnimy; 0 put out de light! " and the great sob which shook the door told the rest. In sweet pity we shall refrain from dwelling further upon the scene. But as Burl stood out there in the night and wit- nessed the widow's anguish, and heard the wail of her father- less child, from that heart whence had ascended to heaven the promise never to be broken there rose a terrible oath that never from that day forward, while he had life in his heart and strength in his arm, should an opportunity for vengeance slip his hand. How faithfully that oath was kept full many a Red man's scalp, which hung blackening from his cabin beams, but too plainly attested. 16 B sabLe Chapter 11. How LITTLE BusHIE FIGURED IN THE PARADISE. "NO, Bushie, my boy, you can't go to the corn-field to- day," said Mrs. Reynolds to her son of nine years old, one fine May morning, about two years after the sad event recorded in the foregoing chapter. The little fellow had been teasing his mother for two or three hours to let him go to the field where Burl was plowing corn, knowing full well, as every only child does, the efficacy of importunity. "But, mother, Burl is singing so big and glad out there, and I should so love to be with him. And I should so love to wvatch the squirrels running up and down the trees and alcng on top of the fence; and the little ground-squirrels slipping from one hollow log to another; and the little birds building their nests; and the big crows flopping their wings about the limbs of the old dead trees. And then, too, Burl would be-" "Let Burl go on with his singing," interrupted the mother; "and let the squirrels go on with their playing; and the birds with their nest-building; and the crows with their idling about the limbs of the old dead trees. All this is very nice, I know, but hardly worth the risk you must be at in getting there to enjoy it." "But, mother," urged Bushie, " Burl would be so glad to see me sitting up there on top of the fence, just where he and old Cornwallis would be coming out at the end of the row. I know just 'zacly what he 'd say, the minute he sees me: 'I yi, you dog-s!"' 2 (17) " Yes, and somebody else might be glad to find a little white boy sitting up there on top of the fence," rejoined the mother, with a warning look. "Somebody who would steal up from behind, as soft as a cat upon a bird, and before knowing it, there! you would find a big red hand clapped over your mouth to keep you from screaming for help. 'Then, hugged tight in a pair of red arms, cruel and strong, oif you 'd go through the woods and over the hills and across the Ohio to old Chillicothe, there to be made a wild Indian of, for the rest of your days, if not roasted alive at once. Only this morning, Captain Kenton, on his way from Lime- stone to Lexington, dropped in at breaklist-time, and told us that be had seen fresh Indian signs in the woods not more than five miles from the fort. And, Bushic, my boy, have you forgotten that only this spring Burl shot a panther in the woods between here and the field And that only last winter he knocked a bear in the head with his ax, at the big sink-hole spring in the middle of the field And that only last fall lie trapped and killed that terrible one-eyed wolf in the black hollow just beyond the field" And see- ing her little son opening his mouth and fetching a breath for a fresh effort, the mother, with more decision, added: "No, Bushie, no! Play about the fort as much as you please, but go to the field to-day you must not, and you shall not. There!" And with this she clapped his little coon- skin cap upon his head, and ramming it down to his ears, bid him go and hunt up the other children and play at home, like mother's good boy. Now, Bushie loved his mother dearly, even tenderly, for a juvenile pioneer, especially at meal-times and at nights; the fort, too, in bad weather, he liked well enough. But on Burl, between meals, and on the woods and fields, in fine weather, be fairly doted. The weather on the present oc- casion was as fine as the heart of a healthy, growing, advent- 18 1i EARL. B RL. 19 urous boy could wish for recreation under the open sky- it being, indeed, the last day of May, which, as nobo(dy ever ii-kes a holiday of it, is always perf'ctly delightful. There- fore' was he strongly tempted to give a suapping pull at the apron-strings and make for sweet liberty-a thing he was in thle habit of doing about once a week, when the keeuest switcllin anld thle liveliest dancing that one could wvish to witlicss would follow, sure as fate. To (lo our urchin hero justice, however, lhe rarely yielded to the temptation without miaking sonme considerable effort to resist it; etl3rts such as olders transgressors are apt to set down largely to their own credit in their priv;ate accounts between self and coinscience, vaguely hoping thereby to l)anmboozle soinebody besides themselves perhaps the recordi hg angel. So, this morning, he hunted np the other children, as his mother had bidden him, and made a maniful-nay, despe'rate-ecfrhrt to besportive at home; but the little fort, within the shelter of whose wood- en. valls had been their home ever since that melancholy night two years ago, had never seemedl to hiiil so dull and lonesome. The hunters and field-laborers, belongni,' to the station, were all abroad, and the other children seemed as little inclined to play as himself Finding that quiet amusement was not likely to come of its own accord, Bushie was minded to dra2w it out by a little gentle persuasion, and to this intent challenged the tallest boy of the company-taller than himself by a head, though not so broad-to cope with Iiimn in a boxing match. Hav- inga already tried that game several times and invariably cone off with a savage griping in the pit of the stomach, the tall boy made it a point just then to hear his mother's call-though heard by no one else-which answering, he walked off briskly, under press of filial obedience, to see what was wanted. As if hoping to force what would not come of its own accord, or by persuasion, Bushie now laid unau- thorized hands on Grumbo's tail, and giving it a cracking pull, got his finger bitten; ditto, then, on Tom's tail, and giving it a cracking jerk, got his leg scratched. Evidently, quiet amuse- ement at home to-day wis a consummation quite out of the question, lowever dev-outly to be w-ishled. So, he gave it up as a nmoral achievenicrit beyond his pjrcsent resourecs, and with the f oir of a bov who though he had fihild in the discharge of duty had vet endeavorcd well, lie went and stood in the gate-wayoftlhe iirt, which, as it directly ficed thedistant field, wa:s jmst the phlce to give the Tempter a fiair chance at him. The sky-how sunny and blue it beiit above him! The wvo&d--how sh.dy and green they rose before hiim! The little log iort-how dull and lonesomie it lay behind him! The little Iog grist-mill dowi-n there on the banks of the river at the foot of the hill-how tiresonmely it went on creaking aund hunmingi and dronhing, forever repeating, "' What a piity! what a pity-! what a pity! " or, " Clip it, Buslhie ! clip it, Bushie! clip it, Bushic! 4 co'rding to the tune one's fancy nmight chance to be singingi at the moment. The Temn ter was creeping upon him apace. The melodious strains of that pow-erful voice-how cheerily, sweetly they come resouindin r, throu -ih the echoing woods growing more _ growitng and more distinct as the singer neared the hither end of his furrow! The distance was too great for Bushic to distingiuish the words of the song; but to his longing ears, the burden of it seemed to be something very much to this effect: "Conic, conic, come, Busbie, come! Btirl a' Iplowvin' in (le fiel', A singii' for bis little nian to come." Here the Tempter crept up close to him and whispered in his ear: "Do n't you hear him Bushie He's singing for you. Clip it! Panthers, bears, wolvcs, Indians! Pslhaw! They '11 never dare to come a-nigh you, with that voice ring- ing in their ears. Clip it! Ain't he singing for his little man 20 B URL. to come Clip it! I say. To be sure your mother will switch you well for running away, but who minds that It's all over in the shake of a sheep's tail, and by the time you 've rubbed your back and legs a little, eaten your supper, and said your prayers, you '11 be feeling just as comfortable as ever. Clip it, I say; clip it!" Buishie could endure it no lonoer. So, after a short, one- sided debate between the good of hiu and the evil of him- the evil allowing, the good lut a half-sav in the matter-our little white hero formed the bold design of makingy a sudden sally from the fort and surprising our big black hero in the open field. First, though, he must make sure that the coast was clear-i. e., that his mother was too busy about her house- hold concerns to notice him and put her foot on his advent- ure. So, going back to the house, he peeped in at the door and reconnoitered. Finding the chances rather in his fa- vor, he returned to the gate, whistling as he went, and oth- erwise makin, a big pretense of being perfectly satisfied with his present surroundings, which, as there was nobody to be hoodwinked by it, was strategem wasted. But no sooner did his foot touch the great oaken sill than with a sheep-like jump he had cleared his skirts of the gate, and now across the open clearing, in the center of which stood the fort, he was clipping away with a swiftness perfectly marvelous in one of his age. Splendidly done, my fine rogue! How the mother of a well-ordered family of pre- eise bov3 and prim girls would like to have -the mending of your morals i. e., the switching of your skedaddling, young legs-this fine morning! Gaining the covert of the woods unobserved, he struck- into a bridle-path which ran winding amongst the trees and grape-vines toward the field, where he soon subsided, first into a dog-trot, then into a brisk walk, which he maintained 1ir the rest of the way with long and guilty strides. When 21 BuRL. 22 BURL. he was come to the fence which divided the woods from the field, with squirrel-like nimbleness he climbed lip and perched himself on the rider, or topmost rail, just where hIs black chum and old Cornwallis should be coming, out at the end of the furrow. Perhaps it were wvell to take advantage of the present moment, while we have him so conspicuously before us, to draw a life-size portrait of our little hero-which, however, at first -lance mnav seem somewbat larger than life, the subject being uncommonly well grown for a boy of his age. Ilis bedy ain(l limbs are as round, smooth, tight, and hard .6 those of a buckskin doll; the materials used in their con- struction being of the most substantial description, and con- sisting, chiefly of Johnny-cakes, hominy, venison and other wild meat, with as much milk, maple molasses, and pump- kin-pie as the unsettled nature of the times would admit. His eves are blue and brioht, large and wlide open such as can look you full in the face, vet without boldness or im- pertinence. One would naturally suppose that a boy who was in the weekvly habit of breaking away from apron-string control, and getting a whipping for it, oughlit to have long, narrow, half-shut eyes, of samne uncertain color, which, thcough thev can stare boldly enough at your boots, buttons, or breastpin, can never look you iull in the face, like those big, blue ones we have up there before us. His hair does not fall in clustering ringlets over his ears and around his neck-, as we usually find it in nice, interestiwmr little boys who figure in story-books; but it is pretty enough, being of a dark, rich brown, as glossy as watered silk. His nose is a good one, though at its present stage of development showin- ratlher too much of the pug to look well on can- vars; but it will gradually ripen into the Roman as the owner ripcins into years and experience, and conies to a full knowl- edge of Lis oWn. iMportance in the world. The mouth, too, is a good one; not a rosebud mouth, such as we sometimes see in fancy pictures of the boy Washington, with his little hatchet; of the boy Napoleon, with his little cannon; or of the boy Samuel, at his perpetual devotions; but a large mouth, handsomely formed, and capable. with the help of dimples in the cheeks and the shine in the eyes, of as bright and loving a smile as heart of fond mother could wish. The outfit of our little hero is in keeping with the rustic simplicity of the times, consisting of but three garments- an outside shirt, an inside shirt, and a hairy coon-skin cap: the latter having no visor, but being in lieu adorned behind with the ringed tail, just as it grew on the living animal. The cap conceals one of his best features-a forehead bold, broad, round, and white, which, could it be seen, would much improve our portrait. The inside shirt, as may be seen by the collar, is of homespun cotton; the outside shirt of fair, soft buckskin, secured at the waist by a belt of the same material, and falling a little below the knees. Saving the bucklskin of mother nature's own providing, the sturdy young legs are without covering-a deficiency which admits of plausible explanation. In those days of simple living and simple thinking, parents, going from cause to effect by shorter cuts than they do at the present time, were much more strict and direct in the training of their children; and breeches softening, as needs must, the severity of the switch, hence the moral efficacy thereof, boys, for the first ten years of their travels in the Paradise, were seldom allowed to wear them-backskin breeches especially. Nor should we be sur- prised if just here were to be looked for the reason why our grandfathers and great-grandfathers were so much more en- ergetic, manly, and upright than their grandsons and great- grandsons, and so many more of them broad-backed, clean- limbed, and six feet high. The background to our portrait is a forest, lofty, shaggy, B UBL . 23 and dense, and the home of a thousand wild things, which, being invisible at this moment, could not, with due regard to fidelity, be introduced into our picture. The foregfound is a cultivated clearing of about one hundred acres. with inoody ells, unbroken in their leaf'r depositv, hemming it in on everv side. Directly in front is a field of corn, the dark and thrifty green of which may well bespeak the deep, rich soil of the Paradise. Farther in are several other in- closures, either white with clover or brightly green with blue-grass, or darkly green with the yet unripened wheat. In the midst of all, and forming the central feature, stands a cabin, deserted and lowly since that unhappy night two years ago. Scattered about the clearing, sin ry or in clumps, or even in small groves, are to be seen the giant survivors of the primeval forest, which, rearing high aloft their green heads and flinging afar their mighty arms, yield pleasant shade to the horses, sheep, and cattle grazing about them. But more numerous are to be seen those that are not survivors, though still standing, drained of their sap of life by the woodinan's ax, which hacked those jagged girdles around their huge trunks. Standing there leafless, rigid, and gray, they re- mind us, in their branching nakedness, of the antlered elk, and in their gigantic unsightline.s of the monstrous masto- don, that thing of grisly bone which, as a thing of life, no son of Adam ever beheld. Hard by stands an enormous oak, whose main bough, scathed and deadened by lightning, is thrust from out its ragged green robe like the extended, unsleeved arm of a giant, leaving a broad gap in the foliage open to the sky. Upon this blasted limb of the oak, as if met there to hold an inliglnation meeting relative to the scare-crows posted about the field, or to the objectionable nature of the plow- man's music, or to some real or fancied cause of grievance, 24' B usL . BURL. 25 have congregated a large assembly of sober-feathered, sober- visaged, but noisy, wrangling, turbulent crows, who, like many unfeathered bi)eds on the like occasions, seem to have left their good breeding and good sense at home. Crows andl their wvavs have always excitedl mueh interest in the niindsi of philosophic men, and the maneuvers of these be- fore us have been watched with lively curiosity by our little friend Bushie ever since we began drawing his portrait. chapter Ill. How BIG BLACK BURL AND BUSTIE FIGURED IN EACH OTHER'S EYES. I spied a jay-bird on a tree, A ridin' on a swingin' lim'; Ile cocked his eve an' winked at me I cocked my guin an' winked at him; An' de jay-bird flew away- De jay-bird flew awav- An' lef' de lit' a-swinain'- A-swingin'. UCH was a stanza from one of the songs that Big Black 19 Burl wvas singing while lie plowed. The words were simple and crude enoughj, yet would the melody now and then be varied with an improvised cadence of wild and pe- culiar sweetness, such as one might readily fancy had often been heard in the far-off, golden days of Pan and Silvanus, and the other cloven-heeled, funny-eared genii of the green- wood. Though a swell in the ground hid them from his view, Bushie could tell almost to the minute when Burl and old Cornwallis made their turn at the farther side of the field, by the singing, which now began to draw gradually nearer. The morning was breezy, and ever and anon, when a wave of air came softly flowing over the rustling corn, the song would reach his ear with an augmented volume and dis- tinctness that made the unseen singer seem for the moment a hundred yards nearer than he really was. At length, right leisurely, they crept in sight-Coruwallis first, with his (26) BURL. 27 piebald face; then, as the old horse would dip his head to nibbl)le at the green blades under his nose, short- glimpses of Burl, though for awhile no farther down than his enormous coon-skin cap, made, it is said, of the biggest raccoon that was ever trapped, treed, or shot in the Paradise. But pres- ently, observing the old horse prick up his ears at some ob- jeet ahead, Burl sighted the woods from between them, and caught a glimpse of the rittle figure perched up there on the topmost rail of the fence, square in front. Whereat, snap. pingr short his melody in its loudest swell, the plowman, in an altogether different key and tone, and at the top of his tremendous voice, sent forward his favorite greeting: " I vi, you dogs!" " I yi, you p" piped back Bushie; but just as lie would have added " dogs," he thought that " coons" would be more pat; but not acting upon the thought in time for riht effect, he supplied its place with a grin which said more plainly than words could have said it-than even "dogs" or " coons "-" I knew you would be glad to see ine out here!" And glad Burl was, for as the plow, with the pleasant smell of fresh earth and growing herbs floating about it in the air, ran out of the furrow into the fence corner, he said, looking up with hutge complacency at his little master: "He 's come out to (le fiel' to see his ol' niggrer, has he' Well, me an' Corns 's a little tiredl, so we '11 take a little blow here in de shade uf de woods, an' hab a little good sosh . ble talk wid our little mnarster.' So saying, he threw his plow-line over the plow-handle, and mounted the panel of the fence next to the one on which Bushie was sitting, and squared himself for the confab, which the little master opened thus; " Burl, just look at them crows up there on the dead limb of that big acorn- tree; what are they doing " " Dey 's holdin' a pra'er-meetin', I 'spec'. No, not dat- 28 BURL. camp-meetin', dey 's so noisy. Or, may be, now "-eyeing his black brethren with close attention--" may be dey's holdin' a kunvintion, like Gener'l Wilkerson an' t' other big .guns, to h1b ol' Kaintuck stan' 'pon her own legs, so she kin lay off lan' as she please, an' fight de Injuns on her own book." "But why do they make so much noise" inquired Bushie. "Beca'se dey likles to hear 'emselves talk eb'rybody wantin' to do all de talkin', an' nobody wantin' to do none uf de list'nin'-jes' like people." " Do n't you wish you had Betsy Grumbo out here, Burl How she 'd make their black feathers fly! And the woods are alive with squirrels. Just see how they are running up and down the trees and along the top of the fence." "Ef I had -Betsv Grumbo out here, de woods would n't be alive wid squirrels, an' dem black rogues up dar would n't be so near by-so easy an' sassy." "Why would u't they" inquired Bushie. "Beca'se dey 'd smell Betsy's breaf, an' make 'emselves scarce." " What 's the matter with Betsy's breath" "W'y, Bushie, if Betsy is always -belchin' gunpowder, do n'o vou know her breaf mus' smell uf gunpowder" "Burl," said Bushie, turning his eyes from the crows and fixing them wide open on his black chum's face, " I killed a rattlesnake yesterday, while I was out in the woods hunt- ing May-apples-a rattlesnake as big as your leg." "Now, Bushie, ain't you lettin' on" said Burl with an in- credulous grin. "Wus n't it a black-snake, big as your leg," "Do rattlesnakes always rattle with their tails when they poke out their heads to bite a man" " Yas, always; or to bite a boy, either." "And are rattlesnakes ever black" " Neber, 'ceptin' on de back, an' dare dey 's brown an' yaller." " Well, then, I reckon it must have been a black-snake, for it was black, and did n't rattle its tail when it poked out its head to bite me." " Now, dare 's reason in dat; dare's reason in all things," said Burl, looking at his little master, with his head turned slightly downward and his eyes turned slightly upward, showing more of the whites, which was his way of looking wise. "Things as has reason in 'emn I likes. Says I to sich things, 'Come 'long, me an' you can agree; walk in my house an' take a cheer, an' make yo'se'f at home.' But things as hain't got reason in 'em, says I to sich things, 'You g' 'long; me an' you can't .Lgree; I's no use for you, do n't want you in my house. Scat! ' " "And, Burl, after I killed the snake I saw a painter." "Now, Bushie, lettin' on a-in, ain't you Wus n't it our yaller Tom dare at de fort, gwine out to see his kinfolks 'mong de wilecats 'way off yander" "Do painters always scream likc a skeered woman or a burnt baby, when they go a-jumping from one tree to an- other And do they always keep a-swinging their long, limber tails" " Dat 's de cretor's music, an' dem 's de cretor's capers," replied Burl. " Then I just know it was a painter," said Bushie, mor. certain of his panther than he had been of his snake; "for that was just the way he carried on." "An' what did you do to de painter, Bushie Kilt him, too, I 'spect." "No, I just looked cross-eyed at him and skeered him away." " H-yah, h-yah, b-yah! " laughed the black giant, till the fence shook and rattled B URL. 29 30 B URL. "Now, Burl," said Bushie, regarding his black chum with great soberness, " did n't you tell me if ever I saw a painter J must skeer him away by looking cross-eyed at hini "Look at me, Bushie, de way you di(d at de painter," said Burl, with a broa(l grin. " I wants to see how wvell you 'ye larut your lesson." Complying at once, Bushie )ulled down and screwed up his quizzical little lace in such a marvelous manner that eves, nose, mouth, aend coon-skin cap seeme(l on the point of breaking out into a fiamily row beyond hope of ever coming again to a good undierstanding one with anothec. "No wonder the var;iint was skeered and went screamin' away! " And the black giant laughed till the forest shook to its roots, and every inquisitive squirrel and prying fox within a half mile peered warily forth from its hole to dis- cover what jovial monster this might be that had invladed their leafy wilds. Suddenly checking his laughter, Burl saiti: "But, B'ushie, I forgot to ax you if you a:ed your modder to let you come out here to de fiel'. Did you." ' Yes." "An' she said you might come, did she" "Just look up yonder, Burl, and see how the crows have gone to fighting." "You g' 'long with your crows, an' look at me right, an' tell me if vo' modder said you might come." "And Burl, after I skeered the painter away," remarked Bushie, "I saw two buffalo bulls fighting right on the high river-bank, and the one that got his tail up hill pushed the other clean-" "You g' 'long with your bulls too, an' no mo' uf yo' dodgin', .but look me right in de face an' answer my ques- tion." Now, Bushie had never told a lie-that is to say, a down- B URL. 31 right lie-in all his life. It must be owned, however, that he would sometimes try to dodge the truth, by throwing out some remark quite foreign to the offense under consideration; an effective way of whipping the father of fibs around the stump, as many people who ought to know can testify. Or, failing to clear his skirts by this shift, he would go on pick- ing at the mud-daubing in the wall, near which he might chance to be standing, or breaking off splinters from the fence 1n 1which lhe might chance to be sitting, without saying a word either foreign or akin to the matter in hand. But let himn once l)e fairly cornered, convinced that dodging the question was out of the question, then would he turn himself square about, and looking you full in the face, out with the naked truth as bluntly as if he had " chawed " it into a hard wad and shot it at you from his pop-gun. S2o, in the present instance, throwing down the handful of splinters he had broken from the rail, he turned his big blue eyes full upon the face of his black inquisitor, and bluntly answered, " No, she did n't." " Did she say you mus' n't come" "Yes, she did." "Den, whv did n't you mind vo' modder" "Because." "Ah, Bushie, my boy, beca'se won't do. Dare's paint- ers an' wolves fur bad little boys as runs away frum home an' hain't got nothin' to say fur 'emselves but beea'se. An' Injuns, too, awid cuttin' knives an' splittin' tomahawks -fur sich boys; yes, an' bars too. WV'y, Bushie, do n't you 'mem- ber how we reads in de Good.Book 'bout de bad town-bovs who come out to de big road one day an' throwed dirt at de good ol' 'Lishy, de bal'-headed preacher, an' made ugly mouths at him, an' jawed him, an' sassed him, an' all de time kep' sayin', 'G' 'long, you ol' bal'-head; g"long, you ol' bal'- head!' Den de good ol"Lishy looked back an' cussed 'em, when two she-bars heerd him an' come out uf de woods wid der cubs at der lbcels, an' walked in on der hin' legs 'mong dem bad town-bovys, a scratchin' an' a clawin', a bitin' an' a gnawin', right an' lef', an' neber stoppin' till dey had tore an' ehawed 'em every one up. Now, you see, Bushie, dese bad town-bovs had rtun 'way frum home dat niornin' vhen der modders had said dev mus' n't, an' had n't nothin' to say fhr 'ecnselves lbut bcea'se." "Burl, did you ever see Colonel Daniel Boone "-break- ing off this disagreeab)lc subject as he would a rail-splinter. WI'hat 's Colonel Danel Boone got to do wid de good ol' 'Lishiv an' de bad town-boys You look me right in de face an' tell me YOu 's sorry fur not mindin' your modder. Now, ain't you" - No, I ain't." "Ab, Bushrod, Bushrod, you 's a hard little case, I 'm afeard," said Burl, with a grave shake of the head; but de- termined to bring the delinquent to a sense of his evil ways, he thus proceeded: " But, s'posin' now, awhile you 's runnin' 'Yay you 's to git lost 'way down yander in de black hroller whar I kilt de one-eyed wolf las' fall, an' hafter stay dare all niglht all by yo'se'f nothin' fur a good warm supper but a cap full of pawvpawvs or pussimmons, an' nothin' fur a good n-arm fenather-bed but a pile of dry leabs. Would n't you be sorry den" "Not much." "1 H's a pow'ful hard little case," said Burl to himself; "I mus' try him a leetle stronger. Well, den, sposin' next wornin' you 's to wake up an' see a she-bar, wid a pack uf hungry cubs at her heels all a-comin' at you on dare hin' legs, an' all begin a scratchin' an' a clawin', a bitin' an' a gnawin' all over you, an' all at once. Would n't you be sorry den" "g YeS. " 32 B uRL . " I yi! " cried Burl triumphantly, " I thought dat would bring de little sinner to his milk." And having brought the young transgressor to know and feel the evil of his ways, he was now ready to answer the inquiry touching Colonel Daniel Boone, and more than ready, since it had a direct bearing upon subjects in which he took particular interest. ",,So my little man would like to know ef I eber seed Col- onel Danel Boone. Did I eber see a bar Did I eber see a buck Did I eber see a buffalo Course, I 's seed Colo- nel Danel Boone, many an' many a time, an' I knows him too, like a book." " Is he the greatest man in the world, Burl I 've heard he was." To which, with that profound air which men are apt to assume when called upon for an opinion touching a matter of moment, and aware what weight their judgment will carry in the minds of their listeners, and that it therefore behooves them to be cautious in expressing it, Big Black Burl, with emphatic pauses between phrases and now and then an em- phatic jesture, thus made response: " Well take him up dis side an' down dat at de britch an' in de barr'l-Mars Dan-Colonel Boone, I mean-is-I s'pose you may say-de greates' man in de worl', but," an emphatic gesture, " if you mean by dat, is he de greates' Injun-fighter in de worl', den says I, No, sir, Colo- nel Boone ain't de greates' Injun-fighter in de worl'. He 's a leetle too tender-hearted to be a real, giniwine, tip-top, out-an'-out Injun-fighter. W'y, sir, he neber tuck a skelp in all his life. Time an' agin has I been out wid him Injun- huntin', a-scourin' de woods, hot on de heels uf de red var- naints, an' when he shoots 'em down, dare he lets 'em lay an' neber fetches a har uf de skelps. Den says he, 'It does seem sich a pity to kill de pore cretors, dey looks so much like hu- mins, but it 's boun' to be done: ef we do n't kill 'em dey '11 3 BURLez. 33 kill us, nip an' tuck.' Den says I, 'Mars Dan-no, I do n't say dat-Colonel Boone,' says I, 'what you gwine to do wid de skelps' Says he, 'Jest let 'em stay whare dey is fur de buzzards.' Den says I, 'Colonel Boone, let me have (Ie skelps to hang up in my cabin to 'member you by.' Says lie, 'Burlman Rennus,' dat's me, you know, Bushie; 'Burl- niian Rennuls,' says he, 'you 's 'tirely welcome to de skelps, ef you kin take 'em widout cuttin' an' spilin' de skin.' H-yab, h-vah, h-vah!" And the black braggart laughed as sincerely as if lie were for the moment self-deceived into thinking that he was dealing in facts. But quickly. recov- ering his lofty air, which had vanished while he laughed, the Fighting Negro thus proceeded with his observations upon the lights of the age "Now, ef you 'd like to know my 'pinion as to who 's de greates' Injun-fighter in de worl', den says I agin, it ain't Colonel Boone; I will say it ain't Colonel Logan; yes, an' I'll say it ain't Giner'l Clarke; but dat man, sir, is " an emphatic pause, " Cap'n Simon Kenton. Cap'n Simon Kenton, sir, is de greates' Injun-fighter in de worl'." " Does Cap'n Renton take scalps " inquired Bushie. " Does he take de skin uif a bar when he traps it Does he take de tail-feathers uf a eagle when he shoots it Course he takes skelps. fow 'd people know he had kilt de red varmints ef he did n't hab de top-nots to show fur it Cap'n Kenton, sir, is a man tif grit. None o' yo' tender-hearted flinch in Cap'n Kenton; ef lie 's got any tender feelin's in himn, dev 's all fur us white folks. Flint, sir, flint, lead, an' steel is all he has fur de red rubbish." " But mother says it is wrong for white men to take scalps," observed Bushie. Whereat the Fighting Negro was somewhat taken aback, andl for a full minute quite at a loss for an answer which would justifv himself and Captain Kenton in their practice 34 Be -P. L of taking scalps, and yet not gainsay Miss Jemima's disap- probation of the same. But after taking a bird's-eye view of the landscape before him, and with it a bird's-eye view of the subject, he was his collected self again. He began his answer by observing, in a general way, that Miss Jenii- ma doubtless meant that the practice in question was wrong so fir only as it concerned the duties and obligations of hus- bands and fathers, without intending her stricture to apply to bachelors, like himself and Captain Kenton. Having thus skillfully accommodated both sides of the matter in dis- pute, the Fighting Negro, with a persuasive gesture, wound up his vindication thus: "So, you see, Bushrod, Jemimy Rennuls wus right, an' Burlman Rennuls wus right. Dare 's reason in all things. Now, when you grows up an' gits to be a married man, den comes I to you an' says, 'Cap'n lRennuls;' dat'll be you, you know, Bushie; 'Cap'n Ren- nuls,' says I, 'you 's a married man now, got a wife, gwine to be a man of fam'ly, den it won't do fur you to take skel-s. Jes' leab dat part uf de business to de bucks dat hain't got no do's, like me an' Cap'n Kenton. I say, Cap'n Rennuls, do n't you take no skelps, yo' wife won't like it."' And the Fighting Negro triumphantly crossed his lets. A delicate and difficult question had been set- tled, and to the entire satisfaction of at least one party con- cerned. Now, between these two personages of our story, so widely diflfrent from each other in size, age, color, and condition, there existed, as doubtless has already been discovered, a sort of iautual-admiration understanding, which always kept theni on the best of terms one with another, no matter how rough- ly they might be at rubs with the rest of the world: the black giant making a household idol, so to speak, of his lit- tle master; the little master a pattern, so to speak, of the black giant. So, when the pattern crossed his legs, the idol Be URL. 35 36 BU(R L. needs must cross his legs likewise. But in the act, the rail on which he was sitting, giving a sudden turn, marred the new attitude before it was fairly assumed; when, up with a flourish, flew the little naked heels, as high as the little coon- skin cap had been, and backward tumbled the household idol into a dense clump of pea-vines which, with a smart sprinkling of briers, grew in the fence-corner behind him. In an instant the little man had vanished, and there instead lay sprawling a yelling urchin; the yelling, however, con- siderably smothered by his coon-skin cap rammed down over his mouth, and by his two shirts turned up over his -head. With a swing of his huge limbs that made the knitted pan- els shake and rattle, Burl had flung himself over the fence, and was now engaged in the ticklish task of extri- cating his little master from amongst the vines and briers, the latter being just sufficiently thick to spice the disaster. When he had succeeded in fishing, him out, pulled down the shirts, and pushed up the cap, he began vigorously rub- bing the bare young legs with the palm of his hand, spit- ting upon it, the better, as he said, to draw out the smart- ing and the stinging of the brier-scratches. Then setting his idol, still howling, upon his own panel of the fence, Burl began looking about him with wide-open eyes, as if in quest of something lost, wondering the while what could have become of his little man. " Has he tuck de wings uf a duck an' flew away "-giv- ingr a broad stare at the open sky, then, with a disappointed shake of the head, added: " N-o-h. Has he tuck de claws uf a coon an' clum a tree "-attentively scanning the tree- tops. " N-o-h," with another disappointed shake of the head. "May be he's changed hisself into a groun'-squir re], an' crep' into a hollow log "-peeping narrowly into the hollow trunk of a fallen tree near by. "N-o-h. Den whar can my little man a-went to"-now quite desperate, BURL. 37 taking a general survey of the neighboring country, and scratching his back with the knuckle of his thumb. "'Pon my honor, I b'lieve he's plowin' on tudder side de fiel'; thought I heerd him a-whistlin ober dar "-feigning to list- en for a moment. "N N-o-h; jes' Bob White a-whistlin' ober dar. Den sholey he's tuck his gun an' went to de lick to shoot us a buffalo calf for dinner; or, if not dat, he 's went a Injun-huntin' wid my frien' Cap'n Kenton. Sho's you bawn, he 's went a Injun-huntin' wid my frien' Cap'n Ken- ton. W'y, dar he is! " exclaimed he with delighted sur- prise, bringing his eyes at last to bear upon his little master, who, having made a manful effort to call back his manhood, was now the howling urchin no longer, though he did look a little chapfallen, nor had he yet left off rubbing his legs. " Dar 's my little man, come back to tell me how my frien' Cap'n Kenton is gittin' along. While he was gone I thought I heerd a buffalo bull-calf ober dar in de woods a bellerin' as if Grumbo had him by de tail; but when I went to look fur him I could n't find him. Den I thought it mus' be a wilecat kitten a-mewin' ober dar in de woods, but could n't find a kitten nudder. Wonder ef my little man couldn't tell me what it was I heerd." The little man looked as if he knew nothing at all about the matter, and was quite willing to take Burl's word for it and let the noise in question pass either for the bellowing of a buffalo bull-calf or for the mewing of a wild-cat kitten, he cared not a whistle which. By this time Burl had climbed back over the fence into the field, and was now slowly turning his horse and plow to run his next furrow. "Well, Bushie, me an' ol' Corny 's had our blow. So we mus' pitch in agin an' go to scratchin', an' keep a-scratch- in' an' keep a-scratchiii'; ef we do n't, our little marster won't hab no roasin'-ears fur summer, no johnny-cakes an' pun- kin-pies fur winter. So you jes' stay whar you is, an' when 38 B URL. de dinner horn blows I '11 put you on ol' Cornwallis an' take you home a-ridin'." And with a pleasant smell of fresh earth and growing herbs floating about them in the air, plow and plowman went their way, the singing recommencing with the work, as naturally as consequence follows cause: Squirly is a pretty bird, Ile carries a bushy tail, Ile eats up all de farmer's corn An' hearts it on de rail. lie hearts it on de rail, young gals, Ile hearts it on de rail." Louder and louder, higher and higher rose the giant voice, till filling all the hollow clearing, it overflowed the leafy walls of forest green in waves of jocund and melodious sound. Gbapter IV. HoW SOMEBODY WAS LOST IN THE PARADISE. FOR an hour or two the plowing and singing went cheerily 1on; Bushie, the while, shiftingc his perch upon the fence to keep himself on a line with the furrow next to be run. When the plow was not in sight he amused himself by watch- ing the squirrels at play, or the birds at nest-building, or the crows where they still kept their station on the blasted limb of the oak. By this time the assembly had grown more noisy an(l obstreperous than ever, till finally, all order and decorum lost, the big talk broke up in a big row, the radi- cals turning tails upon each other and flying away to the north and the south; the conservatives, understanding each other no better, flying away to the east and the west. Each time, as he neared the end of his furrow, Burl cut- ting short his singing the moment be spied his little master, would send forward at the top of his stentorian lungs his vonted greeting, " I vi, you dogs!" This was a favorite ex- pression with him, and variously to be understood according to circumstances. Treading the peace-path barefooted and shirt-sleeved, he was wont to use it as a form of friendly greeting, in the sense of "hail fellow well met," or " Good- morning, my friend," or as a note of brotherly cheer, equiv- alent to " Hurrah, boys! " or " Bully for you! " But treading the war-path, moccasin-shod and double-shirted, with rifle on shoulder and hatchet in belt, he used the expression in an altogether different sense. Then it became his battle-ern, his note of defiance, his war-whoop, his trumpet-call to vic- (39J) 40 BUBL. tory and scalps. Taken by the Indians, who never heard it but to their cost, it was understood as the English for "Die, die, red dogs!" While making his turns between rounds, Burl, glancing complacently up at his little master, would make some re- mark about the squirrels and the birds who seemed to be in a " monstrous " fine humor that morning, or about the crows who seemed to be in a " monstrous " bad humor: " De corn now gittin' too tall an' strong for 'em to pull upm-de black rogues! " Once or twice it was a sympathetic inquiry about "our little legs," with a comment upon the efficacy of spit for drawing out " de smartin' an' stingin' of brier-scratches." Oftener, however, than any thing else, it was the assurance that by the time the plowing should reach a certain shell- bark hickory that stood near the middle of the field the din- ner-horn would be blowing, when the little man should go home " a-ridin' ol' Cornwallis; " the little man always an- swering this with a grin of glad anticipation. The turn by this time fairly made, the plowing and singing would recom- mence: "Come, come! come, corn, come! Burl a-plowin' in de fiel', A-singin' fur de roasin'-ear to come. "Come, come! come, corn, come! Burl a-plowin' in de field', A-singin' fur de johnny-cake to come. "Come, come! come, punkin, come! Burl a-plowin' in de fiel', A-singin' fur de punkin-pie to come." On nearing his eighth or ninth round, Burl was on the point of shouting forward the accustomed greeting, when he saw that his little master had vanished from the fence. At this, however, he was not surprised, naturally supposing that the boy having grown weary with waiting so long, and lone- BURL. 41 some, had returned to the fort. Now the fact was, Burl had gone to the field that morning before Captain Kenton had called at the station with the intelligence of having seen fresh Indian traces in the wood but a few miles from the place. This circumstance was therefore unknown to him, else had the faithful felow never lost sight of his little mas- ter until he had seen him safe back home. So, without any suspicion of danger, he went on singing at his work as before: "Wher' now is our Hebrew childern Wher' now is our Hebrew childern UWher' now is our Hebrew childern Safe in de promlis' Ian'. Dey went up frunm de fiery furnace, Dey went up frum de fiery furnace, Dey went up frum de fiery furnace, Safe to de promis' Ian'. By an' by we'll go an' see dem, By an' by we'll go an' see dem, By an' by we'll go an' see dem, Safe in de promis' lan'." Thus questioning, answering, promising, the song, or per- haps hymn it might be called, went on through several stan- zas, telling in dolorous cadences how our good "ol' Danel went uip frum de den uf lions;" how "our good ol' 'Ligy went up on wheels uf fire; " how "our good ol' Samson went up wid de gates uf Gaza;" how "our good ol' Noah went up frum de mount uf Areat; " how " our good ol' Mary went up in robes uf whiteness," etc., all " safe to de promis' lan'," the comforting assurance over and over repeated that " by an' by we'11 go an' see dem, safe in de promis' lan'." Long as it was, the song was much too short for Big Black Burl, es indeed was every song that he sung. But being a " dab " at improvising words, as well as music, he could easily spin out his melodies to any length he pleased. So, on getting to the end of his hymn, ignoring the fact, he went right on ad libitunt until he had sent up, in some manner, scriptural or not, or from some locality, scriptural or not, every good old Hebrew he could think of, safe to the promised land, wind- ing up thus with our g-od old Jonah: ' Wher' now is our good ol' Jonah Wher' now is our good ol' Jonah WV'her' now is our good ol' Jonah Safe in de prinis' lan'. lIe went up from-I do n't know wher' frum; IHe went tip fromn-I (lo n't know wher' frum; Ile went ulp frum-I do n't know wher' frum, Safe to de pronis' Ian'. By an' by we'll go an' see him; By aln' by we 'll go an' see him; By an' bye '11 go an' see him, Safe il de promis' Ian'." Having got to the end of his Hebrew rope, the singer, pausing but long enough for a " Gee up, Corny," to his slow- paced plow-horse, passed recklessly from sacred to profane, and fell to roaring " 01' Zip Coon," from which to pass in turn, by a cut as short, to " Hark! from the tombs a doleful sound." When the dinner-horn blew, he unhitched old Cornwallis from the plow and, mounting him, rode leisurely home. Having tied his horse to a long trough set on two wide red- oak stumps just outside the gate of the fort, and throwing in a dozen ears of corn, he went on into Miss Jemima's kitch- en to get his own dinner. Drawing a puncheon-stool up to the puncheon-table, he sat down to his noonday meal with an appetite which had been sharp enough from his morning labors, but to which his singing had lent an edge keen as a tomahawk. Ile had cut him a long, thick slice of bacon and was in the act of conveying the first solid inch of the savory fat to his lips when the fork thus loaded was stayed midway between plate and open mouth by the voice of his 42 BUL BURL. 43 mistress, who came to the kitchen-door to inquire if Bushie had not come in with him. Burl looked quickly round, sayiIlg with a tone of surprise: " Why, Miss Jemimy, has n't Busbic come home" " No; nor has he been seen in or about the fort for more than three hours," replied the mother. Bolting the solid inch of bacon which the while he had held poised on his fork, he rose quickly from the table and was hurrying out of the house when his mistress, with more alarm at heart than look or tone betrayed, inquired of him whither he was going. " Jus' back to de fiel' ag'in to git Bushie. Come out to de fiel' whar I was plowin', he did; staid a good smart bit, settin' on de fence, waitin' fur de dinner-horn to blow, when be was to ride ol' Corny home. le 's shorely laid down on de grass in de fence-corner an' went to sleep. But I '11 go an' bring him home right away." And with this explanation Burl was off to the field again, though with but the slightest hope of finding his little mas- ter out there asleep on the grass in the fence-corner, as he had suggested. On reaching the spot where he had last seen the boy he made a careful examination of the ground, and it was not long before his keen and practiced eye dis- covered in the crushed leaves and bruised weeds the traces of three Indians. The savages had evidently crept upon the child and made him their captive before he could cry for help, while he who would have rescued him or perished was blithely singing at his work on the other side of the field. For several moments Big Black Burl stood as if dumbfounded, gazing fixedly down at the hated foot-prints in the leaves. But when he raised his eyes and beheld the cabin where, deserted and lonely, it stood in the midst of the waving green, another look came into his face-one of vengeftul and desperate determination right terrible to see 44 BURL. Speeding back to the fort, he found his mistress standing in her cabin door-way waiting and watching his return. No need to be told the afflicting tidings, she read them in his hurried gait and dismayed countenance. She uttered not a cry, shed not a tear, but, with lips and cheeks blanched as with the hue of death, she sunk down upon a wooden settee that stood close behind her. And there, at the door of her desolate house, the wi(lowed mother sat-continued to sit through the long, sad, weary hours of absence and suspense, waiting and watching, her eyes turned ever toward the per- ilous north. Fortunately about a dozen of the hunters be- longing to the station had just come in from the forest, who, upon learning what had happened, promptly volunteered to set out at once in pursuit of the savages and rescue, if possi- ble, the unlucky Bushie, the boy being a great favorite with everybody at the fort. No more work in the field that day for Big Black Burl- he must now leave the peace-path to tread the war-path. But, before setting out, he must touch up his toilet a little, for, though careless enough of his personal appearance as a field-hand, our colored hero took a great pride in coming out on grand occasions like the present in a guise more be- seeming his high reputation as an Indian-fighter. So, going at once to his own cabin, where he kept all his war and martial rigging perpetually ready for use in a minute's notice, he dashed through the process with a celerity quite astonishing in one who was usually so heavy and deliberate in his motions. First, he drew on his moccasins, each of which was roomy enough to hide a half-grown raccoon; then, over his buckskin breeches he tied a pair of bear-skin leg- gins, hairy and wide; then, he drew on over his buckskin under-shirt a bear-skin hunting-shirt ample enough for the shoulders of Hercules, securing it at the waist with a broad leathern belt, into which he stuck his sheathed hunting- BURL. 45 knife and his tomahawk, or battle-ax it might be called, it was so ponderous. His ammunition-pouch and powder-horn- that on the left-hand side, this on the right-he then slung over his shoulders by two wide leathern straps, crossing each other on breast and back. Last, he doffed his coon-skin cap and donned another of bear-skin, more portentous still in its dimensions; and with Betsy Grumbo-his long, black rifle; the longest, so said, in the Paradise-gleaming aslant his shoulder, the Fighting Nigger sallied from his cabin, com- pletely armed and rigged for war. Giving a loud, fife-like whistle, he was instantly joined by a huge brindled dog of grim and formidable aspect. As he passed by the door where his mistress sat, in her mute, tearless, motionless grief, he turned to her for a moment, cap in hand, and with terrible sublimity said: " Miss Jemimy, you see me come back wid Bushie, or you neber see yo' ol' nigger no mo'." He then joined the white hunters, who by this time were ready likewise, and led the way to the spot where he had last seen his unfortunate little master. Chapter V. HOW GRNuIBO FIGURED IN TILE PARADISE. THE brindled dog, until his part of the work in hand should be made knowii to him, stalked on with an air of grim, consequential indlifference, keeping his muzzle close un(ler the shadow of his master's hunting-shirt, content for the time with the little that might be seen ahead from between the moving legs before him. Noow, Grumbo-for such was the name of the brindled dog-was a personage of conse- quence in his day, and is to play a rather prominent part in our story. Therefore, it were but due him, in mem- ory of his great exploits, and of the signal service which on this particular occasion he rendered the settlement, that we draw a fflll-length portrait of our canine hero like- wise. Had you met his dogship in the fort, you would, at first glance, have put himt down in your mind as an uncommonly large, well-conditioned wolf; whose habits and tastes had been so far civilized as to admit of his tolerating the com- p)anionship of man and subsisting on a mixed diet; but at the second glance, noting his color, and the shape of his head, with a certain loftincss of mien and suppleness of back- bone-neither of which is ever to be found in the wolf-you would have )ronotlnnced him a little lion, shorn of his brin- died m-ne. On further acquaintance, however-I cannot say intimate aacquaintance, his excellency being of far too reserved a turn for that-vou would have discovered him to be a most remarkable (og, whose character was wvell worth (4C) B UPL. 47 your study, made up as it was of every quality deemed most desirable in the larger breeds of his race. He had the obstinacy of the bull-dog, the fierceness of the blood-hound, the steadiness of the stag-hound, the sagacity of the shepherd-dog, and the faithfulness and watchfulness (otf the mastiff; with the courage and strength of them all combhined. To this imposing array of canine virtues, those who enjoyed his more intimate acquaintance-the few- would have added the affectionate docility of the Newfound- land, and the delicate playfulness of the Italian greyhound. It must be owned, however, that he displayed little enough of the last-named qualities, excepting to Burlman Reynolds, Jemima Reynolds, and little Bushie, in whose societ -only would he now and then deign to unbend-i. e., untwist and wag his iron hook of a tail-and, for a few moments snatched from the press of public business, play the familiar and agreeable. If he ever caught any one railing at Grumbo- alny colored individual, that is, in bad odor with his dogship -and cursing him for a misbegotten wolf, Big Black Burl would be all afire in the flash of a gun-flint, and ready to pulverize the false muzzle that dared dab the fair name of his four-footed chum with a slur so foul. Sometimes, though, the white hunters, also, would curse Grumbo-denouncing him as a dog too wanting in the milk of human kindness to be allowed a l)lace in human society, unmuzzled, excepting when on duty. Too mindful of what was expected of him as a man of color to give his white superiors the denial flat, Burl would, nevertheless, hasten to disprove the charge, by citing some act of signal service rendered by the injured one to his master at some moment of sore, besetting need. For example: One day the Fighting Nigger was out in the forest "a Injun huntin'," his trusted dog on a hot scent far in ad- vance, his trustv gun, Betsy Grumbo, in "bitin"' order, on his shoulder. On a sudden, with no other warning than a rough chorus of growls at his very heels, he- found himself set upon by a whole family of bears, who spying him, as he passed unawares too near the door of their domestic den, had sallied out, higgledy-piggledy, to give the intruder battle. To step to one side and with the bullet already in his rifle lay the old be-bear, who led the onslaught, dead on the spot was easy enough; so would it have been as easy to dispatch the old she-bear, had she but allowed him time to reload his piece. But enraged at the sight of her slain lord, and af- flicted at the thought of her fatherless cubs at her heels, the dam, rearing upon her hind legs, bore down upon him at once, at the same time growling out to her litter to fall, tooth and nail, on the enemy in flank and rear. So sudden was the charge that the unlucky Burl had barely time to thrust out his gun against the chief assailant, when he found himself completely beset. Wielding his un- loaded rifle as he would a pike-poking, pushing, punching therewith at the infuriated dam, in throat and breast and ribs-he contrived for a time to keep himself clear of the terrible claws continually making at him in such fierce, un- welcome greeting. But the odds were against the black hunter. Swift to obey their mother's command, the cubs with their milk-teeth were pulling and tugging at his buck- skin breeches in a manner exceedingly lively, which, though it did not reach his skin, was making heavy demands on his breath, fast growing short and shorter. He could not hope to hold out long in a contest so une- qual. Where was Grumbo-his trusty, his courageous Grumbo why was he not there to succor his master in that hour of peril In his extremity he essayed to whistle for his dog, but his breath was too far spent for that. Muster- ing up all the remaining strength of his lungs, he sent peal- ing afar through the forest wilds the old familiar battle-cry, 48 B URL. "I yi, you dogs! " at the same moment fetching the dam a poke of unusual vigor and directness, which brought her for once sprawling upon her back. But in the act, while yet his whole weight was thrown upon his right foot, one of the cubs, more sturdy than the rest, caught up his left foot by the top of the moccasin and continued to hold it up so stiffly us to reduce him to the necessity either of coming to his knees or of hopping about on one foot; and hop was what he did, encumbered as was the hopping limb with the rest of the litter. Hardly had he given a hop with one foot and a kick with the other, to free himself from the obstinate lit- tle tormenters, when the dam, recovering herself in a twink- ling, was bearing down upon him again on her hind legs with greater fury than ever. Against such desperate odds how could he hold out longer, reduced as he was to an empty gun, one leg, and no dog Still hopping about on one foot and kicking with the other, he had unsheathed his hunting-knife to do what he might with that in the unmoth- erly hug which he felt must come at last, when here, in the nick of time, having heard his master's call from afar, the heroic Grumbo came dashing up to the rescue. Without yelp, or bark, or growl, or any other needless ado, this jewel of a dog laid hold of the she-bear's stump of a tail, which his instinct told him was the enemy's vulnerable point, and with a sudden, forcible, backward pull, brought her lady- ship growling to her all-fours. The cubs, seeing their dam's extremity, left off worrying the legs of the almost breathless hunter to fall tooth and nail on the new enemy. But heed- ing them no more than so many fleas to be scratched off at his leisure, Grumbo continued to maintain his vantage- ground, holding the she-bear still by the tail with jaws in- flexible as death, and merely turning from right to left as she turned from right to left, to keep himself on a line with her and beyond the reach of her claws and teeth. 4 B CR Lt[. 49 50 BURL. Meanwhile, having inspected Betsy Grumbo, to make sure that she had sustained no damage in the conflict, Burl put her in "extry bitin' order" by loading her with two bullets and a double charge of powder. Then stepping a few paces to one side, so as not to endanger Grumbo, lhe took deliber- ate aim and let the darn have it full in the body, just behind the shoulder. With a fierce growl she sunk down lifeless by the side of her slain lord, the jaws of the (log still clinched like a vice upon her tail. "An' dat 's de wany," to finish Burl's own story in his own words, " Burlman Rennuls an' Grumnbo woun' up de ol' she- bar. Den goes I up to de cubs, whar dey still kep a-gnaw- in' an' a-scratehin' an' a-clawin' ober Grumbo, an' tickles 'ei to death wid de p)int uf my knife. Den I looks roun' an' dare 's Grumbo still a-holdin' on to de varmint's tail like a dead turtle to a corn-cob. Says I: 'Grumbo, onscrew yo' vice an' stop yo' chawin'; de varmiint 's dead. Do n't you know Betsy Grumbo alwus bites in dle heart, an' bars never play 'possum' Den Grumbo lets go slow an' easy as uf he's afeerd de varmint wus imakin' a fool uf him an' Burlman Rennuls, too. -Den we skins de bars, an' we kindles a fire; briles some uf de bar meat on de coals, streeks uf lean an' lumps uf fat; an' den we sets (down an' shakes hans-me an' Grumbo-ober de sweetest dinner eber et In ol' Kain- tuck. An' now you say Grumbo got no human feclin's in him. Git out!" Should any of the white hunters choose to hint a doubt as to the truth of this story, Big Black Burl had but to pXoint to the bear-skin bed in his cabin, on which he slept; to the bear-skin rug under the shed at his door, where Grum- bo slept by day and watched by night; to his bear-skin leg- gins, his bear-skin hunting-shirt, and bear-skin war-cap- and the thing was settled and established beyond doubt or controversy. Concerning these and the like points Grumbo himself main- tained a grim and dignified reserve, never speaking of them to common dogs, nor even to his master, excepting when the subject was forced upon him; though that was certainly fre- quent enough for wholesome airing. Grand, gloomy, and peculiar, hle sat upon his bear-skin, a maneless lion, wrapped in the solitlIle of his own originality. Aloof from the vul- gar pack, he lived and moved and had his being but in the atmuospllere of the Fighting Nigger, in whose society only could he hope to find a little congenial companionship, and to whom only he unbosoined the workings of his mighty heart. Methinks I see him now, wN-ith that air of consequence and mystery hanging about him, like the fog from his own shaggy hide after a winter wetting; with those short ears perpetually cocked, as if he felt that his destiny was cast in an age and a land where to hunt, kill, and utterly root out bears, panthers, wolves, and Indians from the top of the earth was the sole end and aim of existence. I we him with that great brush of a tail curled tightly-nay, inflexibly- over his right leg, as if his was a will and a spirit not to be subdued or shaken by any power less than that irresistible and inexorable fate which has declared, and without repeal, that "every dog shall have his day." All this methinks I see, and as vividly too as if I had the living Grumbo be- fore my bodily eyes; for, in the course of his long and event- ful career, it grew to be as characteristic of our canine hero as, twenty years later, became a little cocked hat, a gray great-coat, military boots, and a certain attitude, of that fa- mous Corsican, Napoleon the First-commonly, vulgarly, bogusly called the Great. B ust ,. 51 Chapter VI. How BIG BLACK BURL FIGuiRED ON THE WAR-PATH BY DA.. A AVING followed Big Black Burl to the spot where he bad last seen his little master, the white hunters made a narrow inspection of the Indian traces on the ground, which' had evidently been left by feet in too great haste for much attempt at concealment or disguise. The black hunter then set his dog on the trail, who, with that grim fixedness of purpose betokened by a certain iron twist of the tail, now took the lead, and the chase for life and death began. Thus surely led, they followed the trail with rapid ease for about two miles, when it was lost in another trail, larger and quite as fresh, made, it would seem from the number of foot-prints, by at least twenty Indians. - This they followed likewise, till at the distance of five or six miles fartter on in the forest it brought them to the banks of a small, shallow river, just where it was formed by two tributaries, or "forks" as we WXestern people call such streams before they unite and pur- sue their course together. Here the trail suddenly disap- peared; nor was there any sign of its reappearance on the opposite bank, nor, so far as could be seen from that point, on the banks of either fork. Now, of all the stratagems for baffling pursuit practiced in Indian warfare, none perhaps are so often resorted to as that of wading up and down shallow streams, in whose beds no foot-print may be left that eye of man can discern, or scent thereof upon the water that- nose of dog can detect. That (.a2) the savages they were now pursuing had to this intent availed themselves of one or the other of these three streams there could be no doubt, but hardly one chance in ten that they had chosen the main stream, as that ran in the direc- ticn of the settlement, and was, in fact, that self-same little riiver which turned the little log grist-mill at Fort Reynolds, eight miles below. It was, then, all but certain that the Indians had waded up one of the two forks, whose rocky channels wound among a group of low, rugged hills, which browed the more level country around the station; but which fork had been chosen for the purpose, the most expe- rienced hunter of them all was unable to determine, as the wily savages had left not a tell-tale trace behind, and the two streams seemed equally favorable to the success of the stratagem in question. In order, then, to double their chances of overtaking the enemy, though it would double the odds against themselves should they succeed in doing so, it was resolved to divide the party into two squads-each to ascend a fork until the trail should reappear upon its banks, then to notify the other, when reuniting they would again pursue the chase together. As there was one chance in ten that the Indians-some of them at least, and perhaps the very ones who had the little captive in custody-had descended the main stream, Big Black Burl determined to try the fortunes of war in that direction on his own account, feeling quite sure that without any further aid of his the white hunters would be equal to any emergency that should arise in their quarter. Besides, as we have already seen, the Fighting Nigger usually chose to be alone when out on expeditions of this kind, partly be- cause his instinct told him that if he would keep in good odor with his white superiors he must not rub against them more than occasion should absolutely demand, but chiefly that he might enjoy the undivided honor of the scalps taken b3 B UBLz. 53 54 B UR L. his own hand in war, should such be his good fortune. So, making a third squad of himself and dog, the black hunter detached himself from the white hunters, and three parties set out on their several ways. At a sigal from his master, understood perfectly by the sagacious animal, Grumbo, wading and swimming, made his way to the opposite side of the river, where, shaking the water from his shaggy hide, he turned and at a slow dog-trot began following the windings of the shore, keeping his keen and practiced nose bent with sharp and critical attention upon the ground. Abreast, with the water between them, Burl at brisk pace followed the windings of his shore, keep- ing his keen an(l practiced eye bent likewise with sharp and critical attention upon the ground, that not a mark or sign unusual in grass, leaves, mud, or san(l might pass unnoted by. At intervals along the banks lay wide beds of solid rock, or pebbles mixed writh mud or sand, left higch and dry by the summer shrinking of the stream, where the Indians mighL easily have quitted the water without leaving a trace perceptible to the eve. At such places Burl would call Grumbo over to help the eye with the more unerring nose, when, having satisfied themselves that the trail had not yet left the water, the dog, swimming and wading, would return to his side, and abreast the two go on as before. Thus they proceeded till they had searched the banks for nearly a mile and the dog had made his third or fourth passage. Coming then to a bed of limestone rock which spread wide and( dry between the edge of the water and the skirts of the forest, Grumbo sent over to his master a short, low bark, which said to the ear addressed, as plainly as words could have said it, "The Red varmints!" Whereat, hav. ingr satisfied himself that the fording was not more than belly-deep to a tall horse, Burl slipped off his moccasins and leg-ins, and rolling up his buckskin breeches till BURL. 50 nothing was to be seen below his hunting-shirt but his great black legs, now in his turn waded over to the dog's side of the river, sure that here was the place where the In- dians had quitted the water and taken again to the woods. In a trice he had reiirranged his toilet, and now was briskly following the unerring Grumbo on the rediscovered trail. But for more than fifty yards after quitting the rocky mar- gill of the stream, not a sign there could he discern, so art- fully had the cunning savages concealed or disguised their foot-prints. Cunning as they may have thought themselves, it was all as plain to Grumbo's far-scenting nose as it could have been to Burl's far-sighted eye, and he a reader, had they written it in letters on the ground, "Here we are, and here we go." Indeed, they had not advanced more than a hundred paces farther, when the traces of three Indians became dis- tinctly visible in the leaves and soft vegetable mold of the woods--as if they who had left them there had thought that as they had thus far so completely concealed their trail they might thenceforth proceed with less circumspection, as now quite beyond the risk of p)ursuit. On closely inspecting the foot-prints, Burl knew by certain signs-such as the unusual slenderness of one and the mark of a patched moccasin in the other-that two of them had been left by feet whose traces he had examined at the corn-field fence. The third foot- print he had not seen that day, he was sure, nor its like until that moment, never in all his border experience. It was the longest anow, exceptin his own, the broadest foot- print he had ever seen, and must have been left there by the tread of a giant. The individual, then, who had captured his little master, and had him now in keeping, might not be of this party; and so far as concerned the main object of this their solitary adventure, they might, after all, be on a cold trail. Nevertheless, they pushed on with speed and spirit. They 56 B URL. had not proceeded more than a furlong farther, when Grumbo stopped short, and giving a double sniff uttered a quick. low yelp both of surprise and joy, so it seemed, which said, as plainly as words could have said it, "l1alloo! what 's this" Then, after another quick sniff or two, looking up at his master and expressing hinmself by wvag of tail and glance of eve, he added: " Good luck in the wind ahead." That Grumbo had actually expressed this much may fairly be inferred from Burl's answer: "0 you's got a sniff uf our pore little master's sweet little feet, has you, at las' Wcll, we kin foller our noses now an' know whar we gwine." Had Burl needed any interpretation of his dog's language in this particular instance, he would have found it, a few yards farther on, in two little foot-prints left clearly im- presssed in the clayey margin of a forest brook but a few hours before lie stopped to look at them, and his big eyes fillcd with tears of pitying tenderness at the sight. Grum- bo, too, smelt of them, and as he slow ly drew in the familiar scent, his wild eyes grew almost human in their look of affection, like those of a Newfoundland. Burl now turned to inspect more narrowly the foot-prints of the Indians, which were likewise left deeply impressed in the stiff clay of the brook's margin. Nearest to those of the boy's were the traces of the slender-footed Indian, who, in the act of taking the long stride that was to clear him of the water, seemed to have taken a short step aside to pick the little fel- low up and lift him over dry-shod. This was further evi- dent from the rciippearance of the little foot-prints on the other bank, side by side, instead of one in advance of the other. Farthest to the left were the traces of the savage who wore the patehed moccasin. Between them, broad, lone,, and deep, and at huge strides apart, were the foot- prints of the giant. At these traces of some redoubtable warrior, so it would seem, Big Black Burl, with grave and BURL. 57 fixed attention, gazed for many moments. Then, as if to bring the dimensions of the savage more vividly before his mind's eye, he measured one of the prints by laying his own foot over it, and found that, although not the broader of the two, it was the longer, from which it was fairly to be inferred that the red giant must be at least seven feet high, standing in his moccasins. " Shorely, Grumbo," said the black hunter, addressing his dog, "it mnus' be dat Black Thunder, de hig Injun we hears de white hunters talk so much about. Dey say he blacked his face wid gunpowder when he fus' started out a-fightin', an' ain't neber gwine to wash it off tel he 's got 'nough uf us white folks's skelps to rig up his huntin'-shirt an' make it fine. I jes' as soon de ol' Scratch git de grips uf his clutches on our little master, as dat Black Thunder. It 's 'you tickle me an' I tickle you' betwixt him an' de ol' Scratch. 0 you ol' Black Thunder! " with a sudden burst of energy, apostrophizing the absent brave; "jes' let de Fightin' Nigger git de whites uf his eyes on yo' red ugliness once, he '11 give you thunder-gunpowder thunder, he will. Jes' let Betsy Grumbo git her muzzle on yo' red ugliness once, may be she won't bark an' bite! May be she won't make yo' fine feathers fly! May be she won't, now! O plague yo' red hide! Yug, yug, yug! " And with this terrible male- diction, the black giant shook his mnighty fist at the foot- prints of the red giant in the mud-Grumbo catching his master's spirit, and giving the echo in a deep savage growl. Haviin- lost but a few moments in making these observa- tions, with renewed spirit and vigor they resumed the pur- suit. Burl now felt confident that the chances of war were decidedly in their favor, let them but come upon the enemy mider screen of night and undiscovered; and for more than this he would not ask, to brine his war-path to a brilliant cnd. Ever and anon, after they trudged on for a mile or two, Grumbo, fetching a harder sniff than usual, would give one of his quick, low yelps of satisfaction-when his master would know that at such places the Indians, after carrying their little captive for some distance, to rest his young limbs a bit, had here set him down again to walk. This usually 'happened on their reaching the tops of the higher hills, or the heads of the longer and more rugged hollows. When- ever they came to where the ground was moist and the trail was left distinctly marked, Burl always noticed that the boy's foot-prints were nearest those of the slender-footed In- dian, us if they had walked together side by side; and by certain signs, similar to those he had observed at the first brook, he knew that the same hand had carried the little fellow over all the streams which ran across the trail. Noth- ing further happened to break the monotony of the tramp till, after having left full many a mile of tangled forest be- hind them, they came, late in the day, to where, a little to one side, lay a dead eagle, stripped of its magnificent plum- age. Burl turned it over, and perceiving that the bullet- wound which had caused its death was still fresh and open, he knew that the bird had been brought down but a few hours before. Here again, clearly to be distinguished from those of the others, were to be seen the traces of the boy and the slender-footed Indian, still side by side, and going out to the dead eagle, where they were repeated many times, as if these two had lingered around the fallen monarch of the air, while the others walked slowly onward. Now the sun was gliding swiftly down the steep slopes of the western sky, and long and somber stretched the shadows of the hills across the lonely, unhomed valleys of the im- rnense wilderness. Full many an irksome mile of bushy dell and rockv hill and forest-crested ridge lay traversed and searched behind them; untraversed and unsearched, lay as manv more before them. Where should the weary little 58 B URL. B URL. 69 feet find rest in the night now coming on The little birds had their nests, the little squirrels their holes: should the forlorn little captive find where to lay his head in those in- hospitable wilds And far away, at the door of her deso- late home, still sat the widowed mother, waiting and watch- ing, her eyes turned ever toward the perilous north. And there, at the foot of the hill, the little log grist-mill, making the little log fort yet sadder and lonesomer every hour, still went on humming and droning its dolorous tune a tune whose burden seemed ever to be, "What a pity! what a pity! what a pity!" Gbapter VII. How BIG BLACK BURL FIGURED ON THE WVAR-PATH 11Y NIGHT. BY this time the sun was almost down. Since early morn- ing, not, a morsel of food had Burlman Reynolds tasted, excepting the solid inch of bacon at dinner-time, which, as he had bolted it half unknown to himself at the moment, and in his trouble of mind had long since forgotten, could hardly have had more effect in breaking his fast than had he nmerely dreamed of eating a meal. A gnawing sensation under his belt now began to warn him that it was high time lhe should be ministering to the wants of the inner man. Aware that while out on the war-path he could not safely trust to the tell-tale rifle for procuring food, he had, with the foresight of a true warrior, fortified himself against future need, by slipping into his ammunition-pouch, on quitting the fort, a double handful of jerked venison. So, making answer at last to the call of hunger-sons of Ebony are not wont to be tardy in answering such calls-he drew out his prog, and without abating his speed, lest time be lost, min- istered to the inner man as he walked along. Nor did his four-footed comradc-in-arms-who had an inner man also, or rather inner doog, to be ministered to likewise-fail to re- ceive a liberal share of the store in hand. What was offered hin, Grumbo took and ate grimnly, without any show of rel- ish or satisfaction-merely, so it would seem, as something not to be well dispensed with under the circumstances; perhaps as a valuable means to the end they jointly had in view. (00) BURR. 61 Our two adventurers had not finished their pedestrian supper till the sun was set and twilight stealing on apace, deepening with its glimmering shades the dusky shadows of the wil-lernoss. Soon it was too dark for the trail to be soen; nevertimeless, they pushed on with unabated speed, the hunter following his dog, the dog following his nose. A (log'D nose may be iollowed, and nobody made the victim of misplaeced c(nfidence; and this is more than can be said of a man 's nose, which is always sure to be at fault from a cold, or out of joint in some way, when the owner has noth- ing better to guide him. The black hunter now moved with greater circumspec- tion-lest stumbling upon the enemy unawares, thus warn- ing them of their danger, he should cheat himself of the chances of war, which he could hope to hold in his favor so long as he had concealment and secrecy on his side. So, while the dog followed the invisible trail, he followed the scarcelv visible dog-kept a sharp lookout about him, ex- pecting every moment to catch the gleam of the Indian camp-fire from among the trees. But, as if to render secu- rity doubly secure, the savages seemed bent on making a long day's tramp of it, before allowing themselves to halt for refreshment and repose. At length the night was full upon them, with no light to guide them through those trackless solitudes save the feeble glimmer of the stars through the openings in the tree-tops; still not a sign of the flying foe, whose unseen trail went evermore winding wearily on through the tangled wilds. Now and then, from some distant quarter of the forest, were to be heard the howling of wolves, abroad on their nightly hunt. Then from an opposite quarter, but nearer, the dis- mal whoopings of the horned owl would send their quaver- ing echoes creeping among the tree-tops, which, swaying to the night winds, filled the air with noises, like half-formed 62 BuRL. whispers in the ear. Then the shrill cry of the dingle-am- bushed panther would ring out through the black stillness, like the shriek of a terrified woman. At one time, hardly had these sounds of evil omen died awav, when, on a sudden, there started up before them a tall shape, With long arms outstretched, and all of a ghastly whiteness. The black giant stopped short, fixedly staring before him-all in aln instant weak as a limber-jack, the whites of his eves showing through the dark like half-moons. The thing, there dinly seen in the dusk of the overbanging trees, was, as superstitious fancy pictured it to the eyes of Burlman Reynolds, the ghost of a white hunter who had been murdered and scalped in that lonely spot by the bar- barous Indians, and now, in his cold, cold winding-sheet, was lingering around his bones, till some kind soul should come along that way and give the precious relies Christian burial. Now, had Burlman Reynolds taken the second thought, he might have known that, even had a white man been mur- dered there, and left on top of the ground, his ghost would hardly be so unreasonable as to choose an hour so unseason- able for making such an appeal to the living in behalf of the bones; seeing it would be impossible to find the bones in the darkness, covered up as they must be by leaves and grass, as lones usually are under the circumstances-per- haps scattered far and wide by the wolves, as bones are apt to be, if left exposed to ravenous animals of the kind. All this, not to mention the slender likelihood that any one should be coming along that way with a spade and pick-ax, at that time of night, and so far from the settlements. Fur- ther, had Burlman Reynolds taken the third thought, be might have known that even had the ghost of a slain hunter been encountered then and there, he should be found taking his nightly airing in a buckskin hunting-shirt, rather than in a winding-sheet; woven fabrics of all kinds being still very scarce and dear in the Paradise, Irish linen especially. Though the saying was often in his mouth, Burlman Rey- nolds did sometimes fail to bear in mind that "dare's reason in all things." But soon bethiuking him of his usual shift for reissurance on such occasions-his touch-stone, so to sl)eak-Burl turned to note what impression this grizzly shade of the night was making on the steadfast mind of Grunibo. The dog was composedly waiting for him a few yar(ls in advance; his nose, that inflallible index of what was in the wind, turned straight before him in the direction of real dangers, not of imaginary horrors, wvhich-let them be met with where they might-were rather to be sneezed at than snili;d at. Whereat the black giant picked up heart enough to pick up a club and fling it at the ghastly appari- tion, half expecting to see the missile pass through without impediment, as missiles are wont to do under circumstances of the kind. But the club was checked by substance as solid as itself; the result being a sounding thump. Thereupon, eyes and ears comparing notes, it was discovered that the thing of dread was notliing- more than the twisted and splin- tered stump of a storm-felled hickory-tree, the white sap- wood whereof had been stripped of its bark by lightning. "Pshaw! what a fool you is anyhow, Burlman Rennuls!" cried the Fighting Nigger, fetching the individual addressed a heavy blow of the fist on the breast. " Sich a everlastin' ol' fool, always a gittin' our nose out o' j'int somehow, you do n't know how; an' skeerin' at somethin' you do n't know what, that even a dog won't stop to smell at. Git out an' g' 'long! " And smarting under this stinging rebuke, the un- lucky Burlman Reynolds hastened to rejoin his dog, who, doubtless, was wondering why his two-footed comrade should all on a sudden become so intensely interested in a splintered stump. Just here, I am reminded to say a few words with regard B URL. 63 to a certain trait in our hero's character-a trait not unfre- quently to be noticed in men of his color, but which, so far as I am aware, has never been made matter of particular comment. Viewing himself from a point within himself, Big Black Burl was wont to look at himself as made up of two distinct individuals, who though having their home in the same body, usin, the same limbs, and taking their ob- servations of the outward world through the same senses, were yet in his eyes quite different each from the other. One of these individuals was called the " Fighting Nigger," the other went by the name of "Burlman Reynolds." The Fighting Nigger was a man of great distinction, Burlman Reynolds a fellow of small repute. When the two distin- guished themselves, the Fighting Nigger claimed the lion's share of the glory; but when they disgraced themselves, then Burlman Reynolds must take the dog's share of the blame. Now, this petting and humoring had spoiled the Fighting Nigger not a little, making him arrogant and overbearing with his humbler self; even to the extent at times of a threat to kick him bodily out-of-doors. But Burlman Reynolds, the best-natured fellow in the world, perfectly understood what all this fuming and puffing meant, and only laughed in his sleeve thereat, knowing as well as anybody that after all the Fighting Nigoger was very much of a big humbug. Haidly had they recovered their wonted balance after this, the mere shade of an adventure, when the Fighting Kiggger and Burlman Reynolds were again brought to a stand by an apparition of quite a different complexion. Less than twenty yards above them, on the side of a hill they were now ascending stood a dense thicket of low bushes, the ragged edge of which showed in dim relief against the sky. Suddenly had risen and vanished, and now suddenly rose and vanished again, what appeared to be the plumed crests of three Indians, who were watching the black hunt, 64 B URAL. er's approach, by fitful glimpses, from behind their place of ambush. Dodging to one side behind a tree, the black giant cocked his gun and planted himself firm and square on his moccasins, this time as strong and sturdy from head to foot as a black-jack oak. These real dangers, that might be met .and vanquished with powder, lead, and steel, had far less terrors for the Fighting Nigger than such empty shades of the night as but now had sprung out at him from the foggy faney of Burlman Reynolds. But quickly bethinking him- self aain of his dog, his touch-stone in every emergency where his own senses were at fault, he cautiously peeped out from lbehind the tree. Perceiving again that Grumbo was 'waiting for him with wented composure, as if there was nothing in the wind to sniff at, the Fighting Nigger was reiAssured, convinced that the eyes and fancy of Burlman Reynolds had played him another trick. What he had seen proved in reality nothing more than a leafy shrub, swayed up and down by the night winds. For many minutes past, the unseen trail had been leading them up the brushy side of a long, slow hill, to whose sum- mit a few more weary steps now brought them. Here, for for the first timne since the chase had begun, the brindled dog came to a halt of his own accord-stopping short, with a deep, heavy growl, scarce louder than the purr of a panther. Burl looked before him and caught from afar the glimmer of a camp-fire, burning on the summit of an opposite hill. They had, indeed, at last come up with the flying foe, but under circumstances far less favorable to the execution of his l)lans than he had all along been proposing to himself. The camp-fire was blazing brightly, as if it had just been kindled, or replenished with fresh fuel. Around it the sav- ages were moving to and fro, as could be seen by the shad- ows of their bodies cast by the light, and, so far from having betaken themselves to rest, were chatting away ip 5 B] URL. hi_ high good humor, as might be guessed from their peals of laughter borne faintly to the car from over the valley lying dark and deep between. Aware that as matters stood at present the odds would be too largely against him to allow of his bringing his advent- ure to a crisis just then, Burl wisely resolved to wait till the savages, overcome at last by fatigtue, should yield themselves up to slee---when, according to the plan already cast in his mind, he would steal upon them, and by the light of their own fire dispatch them with hatchet and knife, as noiselessly as might be, one after another in quick succession, before they could awake. But in order to fortify himself against desperate resistance, should it come, he would himself take a little refreshment and repose, the need of which, now that the long chase had come to a pause, he felt beginning to press sorely upon him; accordingly, he retired within the shadow of a spreading elm, which offered in its thick foliage shelter from the dews of night, and in its mossy roots pillowing f r his head. Here, placing himself on the ground with his back against the tree, he ate a few more slices of the jerked vcnx- son -Grumbo, of course, receiving a comrade's share. Lhen, stretching his huge length along the ground and bidding his dog stand sentinel while he slept, he composed himself to rest-not doubting son of Ebonv though he was, but that he could easily rouse himself before day-break, when, God will- ilig, lie would work deliverance to his little master. And there lay Big Black Burl asleep on his war-path. 6B B U' L. Chapter Vill. How BIG BLACK BURL FIGURED IN A QUANDARY. ABROAD red glare, striking full upon his closed eyelids, A and bringing with it the alarming thought that Fort Reynolds had been set on fire by an army of besieging In- dianus, roused Big Black Burl from the deepest, heaviest sleep lhe had ever known. With a huge start he had scrambled to his feet, anal, blinded by the glare, was rushing out of his cabin, so he thought, to rescue 'Miss Jemima and Bushie from the flamnes, when his fbot striking something soft and bulky, down with a tremendous squelch he fell to the ground. The next moment, now wide-awake, lie saw that he had stumbled over his trusty sentinel Grumbo-when all the rest struck like a lightning flash upon his mind, fell like a thun- derbolt upon his heart. Sad, sad to tell, the night, the friendly night, like a slighted ally, was gone; and with it the golden chance for vengeance to the warrior, deliverance to the captive. The day, the un wished for, the unprayed for, the most unwvelcome day, like a challenged foe, had come; and with it new l)erils, tenfold risk of failure and disaster. "O Burlnman IReynolds, born of Ebony as thou wert, how eouldst thou so far lose sight of the besetting weakness of thy race, as thus, in a moment like this, on the critical edge of hazard and hope, to trust thy limbs and senses to the deceitful embraecs of sleep Black sluggard, avaunt! The Fighting Nigger be upon thee!" Full of the bitterest self'reproach, and with a feeling of disappointment bordering on despair, Burl looked bewilder- ((7) 68 B URL. ingly about him. The newly risen sun, as if taunting him with the sorry miscarriaae of his well-laid plans, was Winlk- ing at him. with its great impertinent eve, from over the hairy shoal der of a giant hill, upon whose shaggy head stood siiiilinlfr the l)eautiful first of June. Curling up lightly into the clear morning air, from out a clump) of lofty trees whieh plumed the crest of the oppo-site hill, rose a slender colunn of smoke, betokening the Indians already astir, and busy about their lreakfast over the rekindled camp-fire. Observing this, .;nd that lie was running sorme risk of bein, discovered-if he had not betrayed himself already-Burl slunk back into a thicket of papaw bushes which grew a a few paces besbin(l dhim, whence, with safety he might re- C(ennoiter the cnemy, and acquaint himself with the nature of the neighborilr grounds, if peradventure they must be made the field of present operations. At his feet, and putting an air-line of about four hundred yards between his hill and the more commanding height where the Indians were canipcd, ran a beautifhl little valley, having its I ead anmong a eluster of lofty hills, about two nliles to the eastward, and open to view fbr about the same distance to the westwar(l, where it lost itself among another cluster of hills. Its sides sloped smoothly d(own to the banks of a small hut deeply bedded river, Which, though a stream of considerable volume during the winter, wa;.s now so drou-ht-shiruniken as at intervals to ripple over its rocky bottom, filling the valle with l)leasant murinurings, audi- ble from, the tops of the hills around. The slopcs, for a mile above anjd below, were nearly bare of trecs being covered instead with a luxuriant growth of' blue-grass, the peculiar green whereof was relieved with pleasing effect by the riel, purple lbloom of the iron-weed, which in dense patches mot- tled all the glade. If we may except the grass and iron- wecdz, which grew everywhere, and the clump of trees from out of which was rising the smoke of the Indian campfire, the opposite hill showc(l a bare front, and sloped steeply, but smoothly, to the edge of the river, where it was snUbbed short iy an overleaninw bank twenty feet high. To Big Black Burl, as a gaine-hunter, this valley-glade, with its verdant slopes, affording the richest pasturage to the wild herds of the forest, would have been a right delectable prosl)ect; but to him as an Indian-hunter, it was a sight dis- licarteniiig enough, runningl, as it did, square across his war- patli, and seeminig to ofler searce the shadow of a shade for an ainbush, without which it would be desperation itself to push the .adlventure to the perilous edge. Judging from the gen- eral direction he had traveled since quitting Fort Reynolds, and fronm the length of time it had taken him to reach that spot, he guessed that lie liust be within a very few miles of tlme Ohio Rivter-and if be suffered the savages to put that broad barrier between themselves and pursuit, scarcely one chance in a thousand could be left of his ever being able to overtake them and rescue his little master. Now, or never, must be struck the telling blow. But how At one moment he felt an imnpulse-so desperate seemed the case-to dash across the open valley, and scaling the untimbered height, right in the face of the watchful foe, open a way of deliverance to his little master; or, failing in the attempt, bring life to the bitter end at once. But this was a thought not worth the second thinking. And in another moment lie had nearly determined to make a wide circuit, in order to gain the rear of the enemy's stronghold. Per- haps by bursting suddenly on them from that unexpected quarter, he and Grumbo, by the very strangeness, not to say terribleness, of their aspect, with their mingled howling and yellings, might strike the Indians with such a panic as to send them scampering, helter-skelter, down the hill, with never a glance behind them to see what manner of varmints B URL. 69 70 B U ;L. they had at their heels-a man, or bogey, or devil. Thus, by a bloodless victory, might they accomplish the chief object of their adventure-the rescue of their little master; though, to the Fighting igger's taste, a victory without blood were blut as a drain without alcohol, gingerbread, without ginger, dlancing without fiddlinl,-insipid entertainment. This brill- iant stratageml, smaekminr more of Burlnman Reynolds's lively fancv than of the FightinD Nigger's slower judgmlient, was .-nother thought scarce worth the second thinkin'g. After all their trouble, they might gain the rear of the enemy's hill only to find the camp deserted, the Indians by that time well into their canocs, far out on the broad Ohio, pad- dling pea.cefll]y for "home, sweet honme." Or, findin, the cnemy still there, they miclit not find the woods and thick- ets to ambush in and burst out from, in the startlin- over- whelming manner proposed, as the hack of the bill might be as bare of trees and bushes as the grassv breast before him. What, then, was to be done 0 that treacherous, that thievish sleep, which had robbed him of his golden chance! Should he perish in the attempt to rescue his little master, what a sad account should lie have to render the dead father of the sacred trust confided to him under a promise so sol- cnin and binding! Or, should his little master, in spite of his utmost efforts, be borne away into lasting captivity, how could he return to tell the widowed mother that she was childless, though the dear one, henceforth to be mourned as dead, had not yet gone to the dead father 0 that he had not slept! And with the big tears in his eves, bespeak- ing the dumb anguish of his heart, the poor fellow turned to take another and a seventh survey of the valley, if haply he might not spy out some feature of the ground which, hitherto unnoted and favoring concealment, might enable him, without too great risk of detection, to come at the en- emy and the dear object of his adventure. BURL. 71 The seventh cssay-as the seventh essay so often does- rcstulted in bringing the fortunate turn. Suddenly a look, first of recognition, then of glad surprise, made light all over that huge black face. Fetchinng his thigh a mighty blow of the fist, the Fightingr NiXger, abruptly and in the most perellli)tory manner, called upon Burlman Reynolds, tllat "slcepy-headed ol' dog," to come up and report what he lad been doing all this time with "dem eyes o' his'n." Failing to render satisfactory account, that "eberlastin' ol' fool" was taken severely to task by his superior, and or- dered to hand over the organs in question to somebody-the iThghting Niger, say-who could use them to some purpose, .nd f nd fior himself; instead, a "pa'r uf specs." Smarting unds r thcse biting sarcasms, Burlman Reynolds, that " blare- eyed ol' granny," retired to the back part of the house to keep as much as possible out of the way, while the Fighting Nigger, having now the undivided use of "our eyes," pro- ceeeded to look about them, if haply something might not yet be done to straighten " our nose," which that "balky ol' dog" had run into the wrong hole and got knocked out of joint. The particular object which had caught Burl's eye was a mammoth syeamore-tree which, with two huge white arms outstretehecl, as if to embrace a graceful beech directly in front of it, overhung the mouth of a glen on the opposite side of the valley. Tb is tree, by its peculiarities of form and situation, had served to call up in his mind a train of recollections which told him that he had seen that valley- gladle beforc-though, up to this moment, in his trouble and confusion of mind, the remembrance of the circunstance had been dodging in and out of his memory like a half-for- gotten dream. All was now as clear as the unwelcome day- light. Three or four years before he had visited this spot with a company of white hunters, who, with Captain Ken- ton for their leader, had come thither on a hunting cxcur- 72 BURL. sion, and for more than a week had kindled their camp-fire at night on the self-same hill where now was burning that of the Indians whose footsteps he was dogging. The mam- moth sycamore he had the best of reasons to remember, for just there, round and round its great hollow trunk, over and over its great gnarled roots, he had then fought the biggest bear-figrht of all his hunting experience-forever ex- cepting the one wherein Grumbo had proved himself a dog of "human &felin's." From the acquaintance with the neighboring country which that excursion had enabled him to make, Burl knew that the glen marked by the leaning sycamore ran in but about two hundred yards between the opposite hills, where it divided itself into two prongs, the more easterly one of which led up to a deep, dark dingle in the very core of the enemy's hill. On that side, as he remembered, the hill was heavily timbered and thieketed, thus offrierin- excellent cov- ert for ambush almest to the summit. With this discovery, or rather reiwakening in his mind of what he knew already, came a clearer perception of his surroundings, so that he could now see howv, without great risk of discovery, he could gain the bottom of the valley by availing himself of a shal- low gulley which, furrowing the slope to his left, and fringed with grass and iron-weeds, ran down to the bank of the riv- er. A similar feature in the ground on the farther side would favor him in gaining the mouth of the glen. He now felt that his chances were again coming, within the limits of the possible; and for more than this-so fair did it seem, in contrast with the apparent hopelessness of the prospect but a few moments before-he would not ask, to brave the advent- ure to the crisis, still bristling, as it was, with neck-or-noth- ing hazards. Let them but succeed in reaching, undiscov- ered, the shelter of yonder glen, and all might yet go well with Burlman Reynolds and the Fighting Nigger. Gbapter IX. How BIG BLACK BuRL FIGURED IN AMBUSH. B IDDING Grumbo follow, our hero once more set his face Opoint-blank to his adventure. Keeping a sharp eye on the enemly's height, he began making his way down the gul- lev into the valley creening his movements, as best he miilit, where tle gulley was too shallow to cojiceal him, by walking along in a stooping pIosture behind the weeds, or creeping aloDn Upo111 his belly through the grass; Grumbo, with great circumspection, doing, likewise. In a surprisingly short tinme, considering this somewsilhat inconvenient mode of getting over ground, they hlad made their way to the hither bank of the river. But here tley found themselves once more brought to a stand. Directly in front, as Burl ascertained by throwin, in a pel)ble and iioting the lengrth of time between itssinking and the bubble's rising, thle stream vwas almost, if not quite, six feet dep. To wa(le across, then go in battle with his garnments all soaked and heavv with water-a serious hin- derance, as this must be, to the free and lightsome play of his limbs-were but to glive the inible foe yet another ad- v antage over him, desperate being the odds already. To be sure, not more than a hundred yards below the river was so shallow as to ripple over the rocks, where he might easily make the fording all but dry-slhod. But there he would be in open view of the Indians, should they chance to be look- ingr that way; whereas, by making the passage from where he was standing, he could throw between himself and them a small cane-brake, which crowned the opposite bank a sh3rt (73) 74 B BP.RL. distance above. Far rather had the Fighting Nigger gone into the dance of death, rigged out in all his martial bravery -his moccasi-ns, his bear-skin legrins, his bear-skin hunting- shirt, his bear-skiii war-cap, and his wvar-belt with its gleamingC, death-steel-gulise so well beseeming the Big Black Brave ixith a busby head. But in a game so desperate, with ob- jects so precious and dlear at stake, the indulgence of so small a vanity were another thought not worth the second thinking. Therefore did the magnanimous Burl dismantle himself at once. Awrare that, in the coming contest, he should barely have tine to let fly the single bullet already in his rifle, when he must take to his hatchet and knife, and that thereafter his powder-horn and ammunition-pouch would be but hbindering encumbrances, he divested himself of these appendages, also laying with them his moccasins, leggins, and huntin,-shirt, in a pile together on the river bank. Tlhe next mn cicclt, with Grumbo swimming, hand over hand, elc-se at his side, lie was half way across the river, with nothing of hiim visible above the dimpled surface but his enor- mous bear-skin cap, and his right arm holding Betsy Grumbo high aloft to keep her priming dry. The passage swimmingly effected, our two adventurers made their reappearance on the opposite bank, with -their bulky dimensions brought down by their wetting to some- what lhnker proportions-Grumbo with his shaggy coat but- toned close about him, Burl with his buckskin shirt and breeches clinging clammily to his body and limbs. But of his martial rigging, the war-belt, with his tomahawk and hunting-knife, still remained; the bear-skin war-cap, too, which once rammed down firmly upon his head was never to quit that place, saving with the scalp it covered, or with the successful winding up of his adventure. Between him and the mouth of the glen lay a narrow strip of bottom land, the crossing of which, overhung as it BURL. 75 was by the very nose of the enemy's lookout, would de- mand his utmost caution and address. Again availing them- selves of gully, weeds, and grass, to screen their movements, and makiing their way through them as before, they suc- ceeded at length in gaining, undiscovered, the shelter of the glen. Here, under the overhanging hill, Burl could walk Up)right, and that for the first time since quitting the oppo- site rim of the valley, if ve may except when chin-deep in water he was fording the river. Down the glen, with twisted current winding crookedly among the rocks, came bubbling a little brook, thus serving to muffle the sound of the black hunter's footsteps, as now with swift and powerful strides he ascended into the depths of the hills. When he came to where the two ravines united to form the larger glen, he took the more easterly one, which, as before remarked, led up to a dingle j ust under the height where the Indians were camped. For some distance back the trees and bushes, reappearing, had grown gradually thicker and thicker, till here they shagged the side of the hill with deep and tangled shade. So Burl found the covert which he had promised hinmself for a place of ambush-a shade profound as night, through which, with snake-like secrecy, lie could crawl to within hiss- ing distance of the enemy, and before discovery all but bite his heel. " Down, Grumbo! " said the black hunter in a deep under- tone to his dog, not daring to trust him further in the ad- venture till he had brought it to the critical edge. "You wait here tell you hears me holler, den come a-pitchin', an' let yo'se'f in like de bery ol' Scratch, an' no stoppin' to smell noses. Do you hear" The sagacious animal, as if perfectly understanding what was said to him, and what his part of the work in hand was to be, crouched down like a lion in the dark shadows of the din-le, there to wait until he should hear his master's call. 76 BUPL. Then tightcning his belt to make his knife and hatchet more secure, and reassuring himself that Betsy Grumbo was in tip-top " bitiii' order," our hero addressed himself to the scaling of the enem's height. Half the ascent accomplished brought hiini almost to the lbrow of the hill, where its slower slope abruptlvy ended in the steep acclivity whichl he had just scaled, anld here he could (1stingllish a faint murmur of voices froin above. lie N.:.s slowly bring.ing himself over the turn between precipice and slope, wbleuu a large stone, from which but now he hbad lifted his foot, supposing it to be the projecting corner of a ledge, slid slowly from its earthly socket, and with resoun(ling dil wvent rolling down the steep. Whereat the murmur of voices above hinm suddenly ceased, but with admirable presence of mind, while yet the excited echoes were noising the thingfr fom hill to hill, the black hunter, to mislead the minds of the Indians as to the cause of the uproar, mimicked the snarling- growl of a wolf Then he lay perfectlv still for several moments, not daring to venture farther till assured that his cunnin-r device had sue- cee(led. After a brief space of silence, which seemed to be spent in listening, the murmur of voices above him recom- mIenced, when he likewise recommenced his stealthy ap- proaches. Wihen he had advanced so far as to he no longer able to walk upright without risk of discovery, he threw himself prone on the ground, and like a black-snake went craswlingr along on his belly, inch by inch, foot by foot, yard by yard, warily, noiselessly, slowly-his rifle laid along the ludlow of his back. Thus painfully had he worked his way fox more than forty yards, when he found himself, almost unawares, at the very edge of his covert. Here, peering through the leafy chinks, he could plainly see the enemy, whose footsteps he had so long been dogging. Yes, there they were-the three Indians-not twenty paces from Betsy Grumbo's muzzle. Breakfast by this time BURL. 77 ended, they were composedly smoking their pipes, and, for Indians, chatting away quite socially, as if in np hurry to be off on their day's tramp. The giant-for such in fact he proved to be-whose foot-prints Burl had so gravel y scanned along the trail, was sitting on the ground at the foot of a tree; while over against him, with the now smoldering camp- fire betwecn, were his two comrades, seated on oppcsite ends of a log. A little to one side lay a slain buck, upon whose flesh they had supped the evening befire and breakfasted this morning. Against the log, leant side by side, between the two snmller Ind(lians, rested their three rifles; while their hatchets, of which they had freed themselves to. be the more at their ease, were stiekina deeply sunk into the tree above the ziant's head-their scalping-knives being the only weap- cns retained about their persons. The giant, a savage of terrible aspect, was dressed in complete Indian costume-his robe being richlv decorated with bead-work and stained por- cupine (mills, and where it showed a seam or border was friiiged with scalp-locks, brown, flaxen, and red, as well as black-taken by his own hand from the heads of his en- eiaies--the last agonyi, doubtless, as the fashions had it among the swells in his quarter of the world. Similar to this, ex- cepting the agoity, and that it was newer and fresher, was the dress worn 1v the Indian who occupied the farther end of the log; and when we add that the heads of both were all waving with the gorgeous plumage of the eagle, we can eas- ilv faney that the appearance of these two must have been rather splendid and iniposing. Quite the reverse, however, as regarded the third savage, who in a recent foray into the white settlements, having contrived to get his pilfering hands on a new broadcloth coat, with bright metal buttons, and a ruffled shirt, had added these two pieces of civilized finery to his Indian gear-thus imparting to his whole appearance; which had else been wild, at least, and picturesque, an ail 7b BURL. exceedingly raw, repulsive, and shabby. To be sure, inhar- moniousness of contrast was beginning to be a little subdued by the dirt and grease of the wearer's own. laying on, the coat beina no longer glossy and sky-blue, the shirt no longer starchyl and snoW-White. Yet, notwithstandin-t his love for Christian finer-, the red heathen could hardlv have had much love for (Clristiain people, as was evitlent from the fair- haired scalps which hung at his girdle; and altogether he was as ugly and ferocious-looking a barbarian as you would care to encounter on your war-1)ath, should glory ever lead you to travel such a road. But Busbie-where was poor little Bushie all this time Bound hand and foot to a tree hard by, with scarcely free- dom sufficient to draw his breath or wink his eyes, his face all blanched with the despair of a captive awaiting, in ag-0 nizing suspense, the hour of final and terrible doom-all as dismal apprehension had been picturing it for the last eight- een hours to the distressingld in-,enious fancy of Burlman Revinolds 0 byv no means! True it was, our little mas- ter was there, and a eal)tive. True, that since our last glimpse of him, where perched he sat on the topmost rail of the corn-field f& nce back ondler, he had taken many a piti- ful, heart-broken cry, whenever the loveed faces and familiar sights of home hadl risen with sudden vividness before his remembrance. Nut just at this moment, having followed up a sound night's sleep with a hearty breakfast of venison, he seemed, like the healthy, stout-hearted urchin he was, to have made up his nund Dot only to look, but keep, on the bright sidc of things-the best way in the world of dodging tile "slingrs anld arrows of outragreouI forttune." Without the mark of a buffitlo-thong oil ;ankle or wvrist, to tell of captivity, the little man was runnilng al)out the hill, to all appearance as he list-his moving shadow dodging hither and thither, as if it were a long-le-ged, shdort-bodied goblin quizzically mocking his motions, or playing at hide-and-seek with him among the trees and bushes. But Burl observed that the dear little fel- low, though left to his freedom, never came nigh the giant, nor the grim savage in the ruffled shirt and blue coat, but always kept nearest to him who sat on the farther end of the log- the youngest of the three Indians, quite youthful indeed, and of form and face exceedingly pleasing and noble. In fact, between the young brave and the little captive a friend- ly and familiar understanding seemed to have sprung up al- reads-; for while the giant and other savage talked together, these two kept up a lively confab between themselves, which, as neither could understand a word the other was sa -ying, must have been highly entertaining and edifving to both. A few minutes before, while playing about the hill, Bushie had found an old stone hatchet, and picking it up, had brought it to his red friend to have him fit a handle to it, which the young brave, with mingled pity and good humor, was now busy in doing-the edifying interchange of thought and sentiment never ceasing for a moment. Had Burl needed any further proof of the gentle, even indulgent kindness waith which his little master had been treated-at least by the young Indian-there it was to be seen in the little coon- skin cap, stuck thicker than even the giant's scalp-lock with the gorgeous plumes of the war-bird. All this, that has taken so long to describe, it took Burl but a glance of the eye to discern, and as quickly to form his plan of attack. In the first place, he must, with the one bullet already in his gun, dispatch the two Indians who sat on the log. This advantage gained, he should, he felt con- fident, then be able to cope with the giant on equal terms, full six inches taller though he seemed to be where he sat just there, so composedly smoking his war-pipe-not to men- tion his being freshly victualed withal. But in order to deal this double blow, he needs must shift his ground, so as BURL t. 79 80 BURL. to bring himself on a line with the two smaller Indians-a movement, which to execute under the very skirts of a quick-eared foe, would put him tup to all the cunning:iid skill he was master of Nevertheless, for the sake of the great advantage it might give him, he would risk the attemj t. Between where he was and the point lie must gain the thick- et was thin; so, silently, slowly, he backed himself-feet fore- most-into his covert again, thrice his length or more, thnci veering away to the right, he began-head foremost-mak- ing his seceoill apl)roaeh. On regaining the edce of the thicket, he found the savages as he had left them, five miii- utes before-the two smialler Indians on thec log, and now on the same dead-line with himself-so nicely had he calcu- lated the distances. Then taking his gun from his back- where all this time it had lain-lie raised himself slowly to one knee, and cautiousll thruisting his weapon through the leaf- twigs hefore him, took deliberate aim at the body of the grinm saviage. His finger was already on the trigger, ready to give the fatal pull, when Bushie plumped himself down on the lo- beside the younlg Indian, thus bringing his own little bodv in the same line with the deadly missile, which in an im-tant more would have come whizzing out of the thicket. With a disappointed shake of the head Burl slowly lowered his l)iece, to wait till the little boy, led by his w.awvard humlor, should quit the perilous seat. But, becomingm the more interested in what was doing for his amusement-now that the hatchet was nearly ready for him-Buslhie seenled in no haste to quit thle place. What if the savagres should shift their position-then indeed the signal advantage he now held, and had been at so mucli pains and h.ad run so much risk to secure, would be lost, and the Figlhting Nigger again reduced to desperate straits. Wo uld the boy never move And waiting and watching, Big Black Burl lay close in ambush. Ghapter X. How BIG BLACK BURL FIGURED IN THE FIGh1T. ILL the bov never move To the black hunter, there lv 1in- in ambush, the suspense was becoming all but in- supportable. With an interest far more intense than that of the boy did he watch the nimble fingers of the young Indian, as the whittling task went on-the heavy-footed see- 011o1n creeping draggingly l)y, and made, by the suspense, to seem as long as minutes. At last the hatchet was handled and delivered to the impatient Bushie, who, the moment he received it, sprung forward to try its edge on the bark of a large walnut that grew a few paces in front of them. That same instant, while yet the pitying, good-humored smile, with which he watched the movements of the little captive, was still bright on the young brave's handsome face, the ambushed rifle rang out on the quiet scene, and with loud yells the two Indians fell over backward behind the log, and after a fewv convulsive struggles, there lay as dead. "I yi, you dogs!" And with this his battle-cry shaking the lonely wilds, and finding echo in a deep-mouthed howl 'from the brindled dog in the din-le below, the Fighting Niggler burst from his ambush, all the lion of his nature now roused and rampant within him. Throwing himself with a prodigious bound into the arena, on with huge strides he came, his ponderous battle-ax in broad, bright circles gleaming high over his head. "I yi, you dogs!" With a terrible ery, half as a yell of astonishment, half as a whoop of defiance, Black Thunder-the red giant be- 6 (S1) ing, in fact, none other than that redoubtable Wyandot brave-leaped to his feet, and wrenching his tomahawk from the tree beside him, hurled it, with a horrible hiss, full at the shaggy front of this most unexpected, formidable foe. But, quick of eye and strong of hand, the Fighting Nigger caught the murderous missile on the head of his ax, and sent it ringing, like an anvil, high up in the air. On he canme amain, and with another lion-like bound had planted him- self square in front of his antagonist just as a second toma- hawk was on the tip of leaping at hini, which he sent ring- ing after the other, before it had quitted the red giant's grasp. Foiled again, . nd seeing the aix uplifted, himself this time the mark for the impending blow, Black Thunder, pushed to desperation, darted sheer under the descending arm, thus bringing his shoulder under the handle of the weapon, instead of his head under its cleaving edge, and causing the force of the blow to be spent harmless on the ground behind him. Then did these doughty giants close and grapple togeth- er in the wrestle fear life and death. The red giant had the advantage in height, if not in weight; the black giant in strength of muscle, if not in suppleness of limbs.. Again, though not so good a wrestler, the red was better breathed, while the black, though fighting in a better cause, had not vet eaten his breakfast. So, when we come to weigh them fhirly, it will be found that the advantages which each had over the other made the chances of war about nip and tuck between the black and the red. Pushing and pulling, writhing and tugging and twvisting, round and round with whirl and fling they went-now over the logs, now into the bushes, then driving right through the fire, and scattering the smoldering embers broadcast over the ground, and everywhere plowing up great furrows with their heels in the mellow soil. To the negro, with his pro- 82 B U11L. digious strength of arm, it was an easy matter to tess up the Indian from the ground; but when he would essay to fetch the final fling, the nimble savage, let his legs be ever so high in the air and wide apart, was always sure to bring the very foot down to the very place to stay his fall, though as quickly to jerk it Up again, to shun the leveling sweep of those enor- mous black feet, so persistently making at his ankles. The comlb)at had wvaged for many seconds without any decided advan-tafge gaiied on either side, when, chancing to glance over Black Thunder's shoulder, Burl spied a new danger thrcatening hini fromn quite an unexpected quarter. Though shot through the body and mortally wounded, the grinm savage had so far recovered his strength as to be able to (Ira- himself to the nearest rifle, and now, with the weapon laid on the log to steady his aim, was covering the combat- ants therewith, awaiting the moment when, without danger to his comrade, he could let fly, and thus beforehand re- venge his own death. Black Thunder perceiving this as soon, it became at once the aim of each to keep the other exposed to the leveled weapon-the negro to hold the Indian between it and himself as a shield, the Indian to hold the negro sideways to it long enough1 to let his wounded com- rade steady his aim and fire. Time and again (lid each whirl his antagonist round, point-blank to the threatened danger; yet as often did the other regain the lest advantage. Burning to revenge himself before his feeble spark of life went out, the dying savage, with his fiery eyes glaring along the barrel, continued to shift his rifle from side to side as the struggle shifted from place to place. The red giant was on the point of covering the black giant between a tree and a log, there for the telling instant to hold him fast, when a fierce growl was heard in the thicket behind him. The next moment, swift to his master's call, far swifter than would seem from the length of time it has taken to describe the B UP. L. 83 84 BURL. combat up to this point, the brindled dog, leaped like a little lion into the arena. No stopping to smell noses, or count them, either, but wifh Bonaparte-like contempt of the cut- and-dried in warfitre, right at the throat of the wounded sav- a:ge, with one long bound, he sprung; and straightway there was a dying veil and the bang of a gun, the bullet sent avy through the tree-tops. The dog had turned the scale of battle. This daw rer happily averted, Burl, finding it impossible to coaiie near enloughi to his antagoniist "to lock legs or kick ankles," bethowugt him of a stratagem by which, without much additional ri-sk to hinmself, he n.ight end this long wrestle and -ain a decided advantage. He would suffer himself to be thrown. Once flat of his back on the ground -the ground, where never by man of martial might had lie yet beenD matched-he would find it an easy matter, he doubted not, to bring the long, supple Sava,,e underneath; and secure of this advantage, he should then have nothing to do but to wind up his morning's work in the way that should please his fancy best. Accordingly, to play off his cunning device, lie provoked his antagonist to a push of unusuial vigor; when, still within each other's arnms, dlown caine the giant warriors, with an appalling squelch, to the ground-the red above, -the black below. But in a twinkling there was a Titanic flounce, when behold, the black was above, the red below. Planting his knee with crushing wveiglht on the breast of his prostrate foe, the Fighting NXigger felt for his knife with which to deal the final blow, but found that in the struggle it had slipped from its sheath; and when he would have seized and used the Indian's, that too was gone, lost in like manner. Glanc- ing round for some murderous stone or club, he spied his ax, where it lay on the ground not three feet off to his right, and tie'ling himself with the thought, with the lucky chance BURL. 85 thus offered of giving his work the finishing touch in tiptop style, lie eagerly reached out to gather it up; but before be couldi do so and retail his perpendicular, the wary savage, sntatching at his opportunity, gave in his turn a Titanic IloulIee, Which esent the already uj)lifted weapon with a side- lon,, flin(g into the air, and brotght hiis foe the second time to the earth. In a trice, however, the wheel of fortune had made another turn, not only bringing the black again to the to), bUt both black and red clean over the brink of the hill, 'whence, as elsewhere noticed, its grassy slope sunk steeply but smoothly down to the edge of the river, there ending in an overleanin- bank twenty fiet high. Perceiving that lie had lost his vantage-giound, upon the holding of which depended the successful result of his strat- agein, and that the steep) hill-side to which he had unwittingly shifted the struggle, gave the long, and nimble savage a de- cided advantage over him, Burl determined to shift again. Desperate though it inighlt seem, he would, by rolling with him thither, bear his antagonist bodily down to the foot of the hill, where on level ground once more, as he trusted, he should still be able to make his stratagem go. To this in- tent putting forth all his huge strength, lie grappled yet closer with the Indian, locking his legs around him as well as his arms. Theii with a heave on his part, like the roll of a buffllo-bull, unwxittinglv seconded by a liur flounce on the part of the savage, down the p)reci1)itous slope d(ld these re- loul)table giants, leaving their wake to be traced by the weeds laid flat to the hill, and hu--in- vet tigiter and tighter, go rolling and whirling and tumbling, over and over, each upperrnosA, undermost, all in a wvink-till over the river l n'k whirlingly )itching, they dropped, with a splash too t-rrific to tell or conceive, into water fhll twventy feet deep. .hand a smooth, round, ponderous stone, which the force of their downward career had pushed from its seat on the hill, 86 B uRL. came rolling and leaping behind them with frightfully grow- ing momentum, and tumbled in after them-plump! Verily, the wheel of fortune had never before made so many turns in Fo short a time! Its axle fiairl esmoked as it rolled into the water. Tightly locked together in the mortal hug, as were the two warriors when they vanished beneath the shivered mir- ror of the stream, the next moment when the plumed crest of the red giant and the shaggy top of the black giant heaved above the surface, it was found that they had put full thirty feet of the river between them. Dashing the water from his evcs, and seeing that the chances of war were still about nip and tuck between them, the Fighting Nigger, with ardor all l ndampened by his ducking, began, with long oar-like sweeps of his arms, manfully pulling again for the foe; but too prudent to trust himself again within the ireful grasp of the bushy-headed brave, and thinkin, rdoubtless, that his vantage- ground lay elsewhere than in water twenty feet deep, Black Thunder began as manfully pulling for land. The negro had proved the stronger wrestler; but the Indian, proving the swifter swimmer, was the first to land, and to prevent his antagonist from landing, began beating him back with stoncs. One of the missiles, better aimc(l than the rest, brought the black hunter a sounding thump on his bear- skin wvar-cap, where it still stuck flst and firm to his head, never to quit that place but with the sealp it covered, or with victory. The blow, however, hurt himn no more than had his woolen knob been a messy pine-knot; though it did send him with a quick dive to the 1)ottoin of the river, that he might conie tip again at a more respectful distance. Now, the Figrhting Niger, as we have seen, had calculated on finding, not water, but good level ground at the bottom of the hill, where, in his superior skill as a wrestler, he mighlt regain the advantage he had lest by shifting the struggle to the steep hill-side; but lhe was too quick and expedient, and of too sturdy a spirit to be completely stag- gered by any blow of outrageous fortune, even though it should be backhanded and ever so unexpected. So find- ing, that the tide of battle was setting strong and stiff against him in the straits to which he had brought himself, he held a short council of war with Burlman Reynolds, his right, hand man, and promptly determined upon a new course of action. In the first place, they must quit them of an ele- ment which offered so few facilities for the dodging and avoidinog of well-aimed missiles. This accomplished, they must then bespeed them to the top of the hill again, where two loaded rifles yet remained, in whose leaden bullets lay, as they trusted, the golden chance of victory. Just below the point where the two giants had made their involuntary dive, the river-bank was crowned with a small cane-brake, whose roots, striking through its overleaning edge, formed a ragged, yellow, rope-like fringe, that hung down almost to the surface of the water. In these roots, Burl saw a means of extricating himself from his present predicament, and of escaping from the very enemy this selfP same brake had aided him in coming at the hour before. Accordingly, making a deep dive, that under cover of the water he might unanticipated take the first step in his new course of action, lie came up a few moments after directly under the brake, with an upward shoot that brought him within reach of the rooty fringe. Grasping a bunch, he be- gan drawing himself up, hand over hand, at the same time widely gathering in the ropy mass with his knees, not only to expedite his climbing and reenforce his arms, but to lessen the strain on the smaller bunch, which could he grasped hut 1), his hands. He had made but half the ascent, when be- coming aware that the enemy had silenced his battery of stone-, he glanced over his shoulder, still climbing, to dis. BUFRL. 87 cover the cause, and found to his dismay that his design had been frustrated. Black Thunder was seen running with prodigious swiftness along the opposite shore, to cross the river at the shallows about one hundred and fifty yards be- low, where the bank, losing its jutting feature, allowed of an easier passage, though less direct than that his black antago- nist had chosen. The ascent was effected quickly enough, considering how desperate and novel the means. But by the time the negro had drawn himself over the bank and forced his way through the break, the Indian had come dash- ing over at the shallows, and now was seen running across the narrow strip of bottom land which down there the river, in making a bend, had left between itself and the foot of the hill. Now followed an uphill race more desperate, if that were possible, than the downhill roll. The black giant was nearer the goal, but the red giant had longer and nimbler legs, which made it again about nip and tuck between the black and the red. Leaving their tracks to be traced by great handfuls of iron-weeds, caught at and uprooted in the scramble, up they struggled, with might and main, and with feet that could not quicken their speed, however fear might urge or hope incite. Panting and all but spent, the two giants gained the top of the hill at the same instant-Burl nearest his ax, where it lay on the ground, Black Thunder nearest his gun, where it leaned against the log. Five long strides more and the Indian had laid his hand on the loaded weapon, when having snatched uip his ax, the negro hurled it with engine-like force at the savage, the ponderous head striking him full on the hip and sending himn sprawling to the ground. Burl was making all speed to recover his weapon, this time, with its cleaving edge, to deal the death- blow without fail, when, before he could do so, Black Thun- der, though powerlc' to walk or stand, whirled himself from under his victor's uplifted hand, and with a few gigantic 883 BUOR L . BURL. 89 flounces had regained the brink of the steep. Burl sent his battle-ax after him with a right good will, though not with right good aim, the missile merely inflicting a flesh wound in the enemy's ar'im. The next moment, with a loud whoop of defiance and scorn, Black Thunder had flung him away slicer over the brink of the steep. Hastily snatching up one of the Indian's rifles, Burl ran to the brow of the hill, and taking deliberate aim at the rolling body far down there, fired. Up came ringing a cry-a deathl-yell, so it would seem, so fierce it was, and wild and drear. The moment thereafter, now rolling with frightful rapidity, over the river bank vanished the Wyandot giant. chapter XI. How LITTLE BusIiiE FIGURZED IN TIHE FIGHT. B UT Bushie-where was poor little Bushie all this time The moment the fight had begun the boy, to keep clear of the conflicting giants, had run with the speed of a fright- ened fawn to the shelter of the neighboriag thicket. Here, crouched down and peering out through the openings of his covert, he had watched with fearful interest how manfully and against such desperate odds his brave, his faithful Burl had battled for his deliverance-his little heart sinking within him whenever the combat seemed to be going against his champion. And when the two giants, still locked together in the death hug, had rolled to the foot of the hill, and he had seen his darling Burl's bare, vellow soles, with a wide- wheeling fling, go vanishing over the river-bank, then had the poor little fellow given up all as lost and cried as if his heart would break. But when, some minutes after, he had spied the bear-skin cap he knew so well heaving above the purple iron-weeds far down there, then had he plucked up heart again. -Now that the fight seemed ended, with victory won and deliverance wrought, he was on the point of run- ning out, in the joy and thankfulness of the moment, to seize his precious old chum b1 the han(d, when a new danger, from an altogether unexpected quarter, suddenly presented itself and checked him in the act. The Fighting Nigger w,-.as still standing on the brow of the hill, and with his empty gun still sighting the river-bank where Black Thunder had vanished, when all in the self- (90) BURL. 91 same instant lhe heard a cry from his little master, a growl from Grurnbo, and the venomous hiss of a tomahawk which grazingly passed his nose and sunk with a vengeful quiver in the trunk of a tree beside him. Wheeling about, he saw the OUnlg Indian confronting him, and with his stalping- knife brandished aloft, in the act of muiaking a panther-like spring upon him. The bullet wlich had passed through the body of the grim savage had pierced the young brave's left arm and spient its remaining force on his ammunition-pouch, the inner side of which, belng made of thick, toulgh buffalo- hide, hbad staved its further progress-though. the shock had been so severe as to lay hirm senseless many minutes. Con- sciousness and the powver f motion returning to him at the close of the fight, he had leaped to his feet, and by reason of the wound in his left arm disabled from wielding a rifle, had snatched Up the nearest tomahawk to hurl that at the Big Black Brave with a Bushy Head, where he was still standing- o(n tle brow of time hill, peering through his rifle smoke at the river-bank below. Up to this moment Grumbo had kept his powerful jaws clenched unrelentinlyI on the throat of the dead savage; but seeinig the new danger threatening his master, he had at last released his hold, and with a growl and a bound was a' the enemy's skirts, which lie seized with a violent back- ward tug, just as the tomaha-w-k was on the point of being hurled, and with a force and an aim which else had sent the black giant rolling in his turn to the bottom of the hill. Again had the war-dog turned the scale of battle in his Icader's fiavor. "I Yi, you dlogs!" And with his battle-ery resounding ..ain through the lonely wilds, the Fighting Nigger threw himself on his new antagonist, whom the invincible Grum- bo still held back by the skirts, and wresting the scalping- knife from the yonng brave's hand, bore him with resistless 92 BURL. force to the ground-Indian, nigger, and dog, all in a hud- dle together. " Han's uff, Grumbo! " For the war-dog, now that his blood -was up, could hardly be restrained from falling tooth and nail on the prostrate foe. " Han's uff! You 's ehawed up one uf de varmints; jes' let Burinian Ilennuls wind up dis one. Han's uff I say; or I '11-." And with this the Fighting Nigger made a sham thrust with the knife at his comrade's nose, wiich fbrecd him to fall back a few paces, where he sat doggedly down on his tail, with the injured air of a faithful follower who had been defrauded of his dues. Big Black Burl looked down on the young Indian brave: the young Indian brave, with unflinching bright, black eyes, looked up at Big Black Burl. Slowly the victor raised the murderous knife aloft, his eyes still bent on the young brave's face, and seeing there something that made his hand less swift than was its wonit in dealing the death-blow. But the knife was on the point of descending when Bushie came run- ning up to the spot, crying out in beseeching accents as he came: " Do n't, Burl, do n't kill that one! Please do n't!" This stayed the uplifted hand, and glancing around at his little master, Burl, with a look of great surprise, exclaimed, 'W'y, Bushie, taint nothin' but a Injun!" ". But that one was good to me, Burl." "A red varmint good to a litte white boy! Git out!" "Yes, but he was, Burl. That one," pointing to the dead savage, "-was going to split my head open with his hatchet, when this one," pointing to the young brave, "ran up to him and pushed him away from me, and said something to him loud and mad which made him look scared and mean." "What did de big Injun do to you, Bushie" inquired Burl, now lowering the knife. "lHe did n't do nothing to mI but look ugly at me, when BURL. 93 this one would be toting me on his back across the creeks and up the bills." "Which one uf de varmints was it, Bushie, dat gobbled you up frum de corn-fiel' fence, back yander" "That one," with a look toward the dead savage. "This o0e," vith a nod toward the younpg brave, " did n't want him to do it, I knowl he di(1 n't, becaulse he walked on by talking to the other anid shaking his head. And when the other got tired of totinz me and wanted to kill me, then it was that this onfl ran up and took me away from him. Then he led me by the hand till I got tired, then toted me on his back till I got rested. And that 's the way he was doing all the time. And when I got so tired and sleepy I could n't walk any longer, he took me up in his arms and carried me so far, I do n't kiiow how far, through the dark woods. Then when they stopped he gave me smniething to eat and made me a bed of pawpaw limbs, and laid me down to sleep and slept by my side. And all the time he would n't let the others come anigh me. And see here, Burl, what he gave me," flourishing his old stone hatchet with a new handle before the eyes of the still incredulous Burlman Reynolds. "And this, too," displaying his little coon-skin cap, all splendid with the glory of the war-bird. And with these visible proofs to back it, Bushie wound up his eloquent little appeal. "Did de young Injun shoot de eagle down yesterday whar- you got dem fedders" "Yes, and put them in my cap this morning " The black hunter glanced over his shoulder to get a glimpse of the young brave's lower limbs and reassure him- self that this was the one who had left the slender foot-prints along the trail, side by side with which had always appeared those of the boy. Slowly then rose the victor to his feet, and like a black Colossus, standing astride his prostrate foe, remained for many moments profoundly silent, as if lost in thought, and uncertain, under circumstances so unexpected and peculiar, what course he should pursue. Never, since that unhappy night two years ago, had he lifted his hand against an Indian; but that remembrance of his master's crucl death, with the wail of the widowed mother and her fatlherless child, had risen before him, mai'kii his aim the surer, his blow the heavier. But -here was a new experience, calliu, for a new course of action. True was it that his old master hadl been inhumianli treated by this peo- ple, but no less true that the lifb of his Young master had been preserved, in a si rnal umanner, too, by one of the same hated race. If he had owed vengeance for the first, did he not now owe gratitude for the last If, up to this moment, he had been swvift to meet the claims of vengeance, should he not now be as ready to meet the claims of gratitude The lion of him was fast going to sleep -within him; the Newfoundland of himi was fast becoming awake. And look- ing down at the young brave between his feet, Burl atten- tively scanned him. On hearing the voice of entreaty at his side, the young Indian had turned his eves from the face of our big black hero, and perceiving by the boy's looks, tones, and gestures that an appeal wag making in his behalf, had fixed them earnestly on the face of our little white hero, as if willing to look there for mercy, though disdaining to ask it of the giant victor under whose grasp he lay. Now that he had taken a good long look at him, Burl could not help being in some sort struck with the wild and singular beauty of the young brave's whole appearance. Then came back to his remembrance the pitying, good-humored smile, with which the little captive had been regarded, as they had sat so sociably chatting together on the loe. Here the lion went fast asleep, and the Newfoundland grew broad awake. Scratching his back with the knuckle of his thumb, as was his habit in 91 B URL . moments of perplexity, he at length. turned to his little mas- ter and broke the painful silence thus: "An' is my little man shore de red varmint was good to him, an' toted him on his back" "Yes, indeed, that I amn!" replied the boy with glad eagerness, now that he saw the light of mercy beginning to shlime in the- victor's eve. "And if you do n't let him up, I '11 bellow like a buifialo-bull, so I will; and nwon't never love you lno more, so I won't." Generous little run- UWav. "An' would my little man like fur us to take de voung Injun home wid us" "Yes, indeed, that I would! " The little man was de- lighted at the thought, but immediately added, " If he would like to go." Considerate little runaway. "An' s'pCsill' ef lie would n't; what den" "Then let him go home to his mother." Filial little run- away. "I yi, my larky!" cried the Fighting Nigger, with an emphatic snap of finger and thumb, then .added: "But Bushie, wvh y didn't you holler fur me when de dead var- mint ober yander gobbled you uip" "Because lie slipped up behind me while I was watching the squirrels and crows, and before I knew it clapped his hand over my mouth." "Ah, Bushrod, Bushrod!" with a sad shake of the head; "did n't I tole you dar's Injuns in de woods wid stickin' knives an' splittin' tomahawks fur bad little boys as do n't mind der mudders an' runs away frum home an' hain't got nothin' to say fur 'emselves but beca'se Heh, did nl't I" "Yes, you did!" acknowledging the fact with sheepish frankness. "Well, ef I let dis young Injun up, will you eber do de BL U L. 95 like ag'in-run away wid de red varmints an' make yo'r pore mudder mizzible" "No, indeed; that I won't! 'Indeed, and double 'deed,' I won't!" his eyes now filling with tears. Remorseful little runaway. " Lef' her settin' dar, I did, at de doo'," continued Burl, now modulating his voice into a sort of dolorous tune: " pore madder all by herself at de doo'. Could n't speak a word, could n't walk a step, so mizzible-so onsituwated, fur dar slhe's a-settin' vit, I know, a-lookin' an' a-lookin', a-pray- in' an' a-pravin', to see her pore ol' nigger comin' home a totein' her pore little boy on his back. How could you, Bushie, how could you leave yo' pore mudder so onsitu- wated I would n't be 'stonished-" " d do n't, Burl! Plcase do n't; it hurts me so-it nearly kills me! " And with the loved pictures of home-the motherly face, with its white cap; the mother's bed, with his own little trundle-bed underneath; the table, with its white cloth folded and laid upon it; the hickory-bound cedar water-bucket, with its crooked handled gourd; the red corner-cupboard, with its store of Johnny-cakes and cold potatoes for quiet enjoyment between meals; old Cornwal- lis; the red rooster; the speckled hen; the yellow tomcat- with all these loved images passing with sudden vividness before his remembrance at the sound of the old home voice in that lonely place, the delinquent Bushie, now thoroughly penitent, lifted up his voice and wept aloud. "The little sinner had come to his milk." Yes, though a runaway, he bad in him the good, sound stuff for making the good, sound man. Burl remained silent for some moments, that whole- some repentance might have its way and start the penitent toward the better life; then, making a big pretense of yield, in, the point, and wishing to hide, under a show of obedi- ence to his baby superior, what he deemed an unwarrior- 96 B UP. L . B U R L. 97 like weakness of feeling, he wound up the matter thus: "Wyel1, Bushie, dar 's reason in all things. You 's my little marster, I 's yo' ol' nigger. Bein' yo' ol' nigger, I mus' do what my little malster tells me to do, an' let de young Injuln up. But mind you now, I 'm doin' it beca'se he was good to my little marster. But who 'd a thought it was in de red rubbish to do de like" And with this closing observation, spoken in an under-tone, and meant only for the private ear of Burlinan Rennuls, the Fighting Nigger stepped from over the prostrate foe, giving, as he did so, a wide, upward wave of the hand, with a huge, upward nod of the head, which said as plainly as ever had chivalry said it: "Van- quished warrior, rise and live!" The young Indian rose to his feet, and going directly up to his little preserver, shook him with gentle earnestness by the hand, evincing in the simple act and the look attending it the utmost thankfulness of heart, mixed with respect and admiration. Then he went to tile log, against which still leaned a loaded rifle, and was picking it up when Burl, sus- pecting treachery, sprung forward to frustrate the hostile design. But too quick for him, the young savage gath- ering up the weapon and wielding it in his right-hand, discharged it into the air. Then, with grave compos- ure, as though lie had not noticed the movement of alarm, he surrendered the emipty rifle to his victor, in token of his entire submiSsion; though, as he did so, he pointed to Bushie, his cal)tive but the hour before, thus signifying that he wished to be regarded as the prisoner of his little preserver. Without seeming to know what he was doing, Burl took the rifle and, resting it on the ground, stood motionless for many moments, staring fixedly at thie young Indian with a look of unqualified astonishment and unmitigated bewilder- ment, as if his senses had told him something that had given 98 B UR L. the lie to his leading and abiding conviction-that eternal truth embodied in the words, "Dar 's reason in all things." Burlman Rennuls was in a fog; the Fighting Nigger was in a fog; in a fog was the entire man of Big Black Burl. Ghapter XII. How BIG BLACK BURL AND GRUMBO FIGURED AFrER THE FIGHT. N OW, it had always been the Fighting Nigger's belief- cree(l, so to speak-that Indians, though possessed (by some strange chance or mischance) of the power of speech, with a few other faculties in common with colored people and the rest of mankind, had, nevertheless, neither souls nor human feelings. According to his view, they were a sort of featherless biped-beast-an almost hairless orang-outang, with short arms and long legs, having an unquenchable thirst for human blood; whom, therefore, it was the duty of every Christian body-black, yellow, and white to shoot down and scalp wherever they were to be found on top of the earth. But the creed lie had so long adhered to, fought for, and gloried in had now on a sudden been knocked, picked, and crumpled up into a cocked hat by this young barbarian, whose condutt in the nobleness of soul it had dis- plaved was utterly unlike any thing he bad ever witnessed, heard of, or dreamed of, in this race. Big Black Burl took off his bear-skin war-cap, for the first time since quitting home, and with the back of his sweaty hand wiped his sweaty brow, put the cap on again, and from under its shaggy shadow took another look at the fog. "U-gooh! " exclaimed the Fighting Nigger, at last so far recovering the power of speech as to be able to force an un- spellable interjection through the nose; at the same time scratching his back with the knuckle of his thumb. " Neb- (99) ber seed de like in all my bo'n days. 'Pon my honor, ef dis voun- varmint (lo n't carrv on like aw hite man: couldn't a done (hat thing,, mo'e ,inteel'y mvse'f. Burlman Ren- nuls"-junping. at solutions-" dar's black or white blood in dis young Inj uii; shore's you bo'n, dar's black or white blood in di(, youlng Injun. Ef dar' wusn't he wouldn't be gwine on dis way like a white man-min', I tell you!" And Burlnian Ilennu111ls wvalked out of the fog; the Fi,:ht- ingr Niger walked out of the fog-out of the fog, into, the clear, unnmisted light of reason, wvalked, by a short cut, the entire man of Eig- IJH:ek lBuerl. Thus satisfiled in his own minid that, let the matt. r he viewed on either side-the lilack side or the white s.Ce- there existed a kindred tie between himself and the young Indian, not to mention the debt of gratitude each owed the other, the Fighting,, Ni'er felt that for once in his life he might, without soilinz the skirts of his honor, or lowering, the plumes of-his dignity, play the familiar and bvrotherly with the red varmiint. So, going, up to the oulogr brave, who the while hlad stood with his brigrht eves iixcd on some invisible quarter of the morning, our colored hl_ ro, with a Wiand condeseersion of manner that would ht.vc done a white man infinite good to see, shook his captive heartily by the hand. Then, with awkward carefulness, he took the wounded arm of the Indian betw-een his fingers, to ascertain the extent of the injury (one by his bullet. No hones were lbrokeni, b)t!t the flesh-wound inflicted by the bhll-flattened an(d jaggged as it was by its passage through ti:e grim say- a.c-Wv.S f1ound to be ugly an(l painful enou'zl. "Betsy Grunmbo l)it(s p)oWv'ild hard whien she gits a chance," re- mnarked Burl, after inspecting the wound wvith critical nar- rowness for a fcxv nmoments. " W'ell, jcs' -wait a bit, an' I 'll see w.-hat I kin do for you." So saving, lhe went and divested thre dead savage of his rufflcd Ahirt, w-hich lie tore up into 100 B sr,. narrow strips, wherewith to bandage the crippled arm. For Burliman lRennuls, you must know, was quite a dab at surgery; his skill in that line having been called into fre- quent requisition by the mishaps of old Cornwallis, who seldoni got through the unlucky quarters of the moon. with- Olut saL rgwing his legs; and also by the wounds wh0iich the heroic (Grunl)o ha(l received in hunting and in war. AXWhile tims humanely engaged, his fluent tongue went on, anid on, and on. Sonietinies lie would addrcss his remarks to Burlman Itennuls, enlarging upon the valorous deeds a.nd distinuisihed abilities of the Fighting Nigger-such signal pr(otfs whercof le, Burlvaii Rennuls, bad that day c-iijoyed the rare pleasure of witnessing. Theni he would throw out some side hints, meant only for the private ear of the dead savage, relative to the incompatibleness of blue coats and rufflcd shirts with the pure Indian costume-that unlucky individual being admonished that thereafter, if be did not wvish to be thought a dirty, sneaking, low-lived thief, he would do well " to stick to his raggedy rawhide tags and feathers." Oftener, though, the black surgeon would be making some comment touching the matter more imnmedi- ately in hand-seeming to take more interest therein than the patient himself, who, Indian-like, could hardly have manifested less concern in what was doing for his relief than had the wounded limb been hanging to some other man's shoulder, and he but an accidental spectator of what was passing. When the wound was bandaged, or rather bundled up, the young Indian, inmprovising a sling of his ammunition- pouch, slipped his arm in between the straps this being the first notice he had apparently taken of his own mishap. "Now, as you's fixed up an' feelin' easy an' good, me an' Grumbo will take a bite o' somnethin' to eat: hain't had our breakfas' yit, an' hungry as dogs. So, you an' Bushie jes' B UR L. 101 102 B URL. set heer on de log, while we look about us fur some grub. Dell we'l' all go a-p'radin' home togedder, arm-in-arm." The smolderillg campfire was rekindled, and a dozen loiog slices being cut from the fat young buck upon whose flesh the savages hIad broken their fast, it was not long be- f)re the appetizing smell of savory meat l)roiling on glowing embers began to fill the air, provoking the hungry mouth to water. But Big Black Burl, though colored and dressed in buckskin, was quite too much of the natural gentleman to suffer a morsel of fo)od to enter his own mouth-water as it might-until lie had discharged his duty as host toward their captive, who, being such, must needs in some sort be their guest. So, he took a choice slice of venison on the point of his hunting-knife, and going up to the young Indi- an where lie sat on the log, offered it to him with magnifi- cent hospitality, at the same time showing the whites of his eyes in his blandest manner. The captive guest, however, with a courteous wave of the ]land, declined the proffered food, inasmuch as he had broken his flust already. The steak was then offered to Bushie, who, though he had break- fasted too, did not with a courteous wave of the hand de- cline it, but took and ate it, every bit-not that he was hungry at all, but so delightful did lie find it to be eating again with his precious old black chum. Unwilling, in the joy and thankfulness of his heart, that his red friend should remain a mere spectator to their pleasant repast, the gener- ous little fellow, getting the loan of Burl's knife, took an- other choice steak, and with his own hand offered it to their captive guest. This time-glad to do any thing in the world to please his little preserver-the young Indian accepted the proffered hospitality, and taking the venison, ate it with much appearance of relish. Now, you must know that after a battle fought and vic- tory won, it was Grumbo's wont to indulge himself in a lit, tle brief repose, which he would take stretched out on the ground, with his shaggy head laid, lion-like, on his extend- ed paws-betraying, in both attitude and look, a sober self- satisfaction so entire as made it seem that for him the world had nothing more to offer. But this morning, notwithstand- ing, the successful, even brilliant, winding up of their great adventure, our war-dog, instead of unbending as usual, held grinly aloof from the rest of the party, still seated on his. tail, to which he had retired, snubbed, in the very flush of victory, by his ungrateful leader. Evidently our canine hero had got his nose knocked out of joint. Nevertheless, he failed not to maintain a wary though distant watch over the movements of the young Indian, whom; being the sort of game they had always uip to this moment hunted to the bloody end, he could not but regard with a jealous and dis- trustful eve. From time to time, by way of giving him a piece of his mind, he would cast side-long at his master a look of severe reproach, unqualified disapprobation. Plain was it that to his dogship's way of thinking it was a very bungling fashion of doing business, thus to suffer this red barbarian to pass from under their hands, untouched by tomahawk or tooth-betraying, as it did, a weakness of feel- ing altogether unbeseeming warriors of the first blood like themselves. Therefore did his excellency doggedly keep his tail, nor would he unbend, so far as even to sniff at- though hungry as a nigger-the raw meat which, without. measure, his master had laid before him. Observing the offended and distant demeanor of his com- rade-in-arms, and knowing that he sometimes showed a civ- ilized preference for cooked meat over raw, Burl roasted one whole side of the buck and threw it before him, hot and smoking from the embers, hoping that this might win him over ani tempt him into a more sociable and gracious hu- mor. but his dogship had been too deeply offended to be sc B U R L. 103 easily appeased; and let the savory fumes of the smoking dainty curl round and roundl his waterinlg, chops as tempt- ingly as they might, he would not deign to stoop and taste. seing that he still stood upon the reserve-sat on his tail- Burl at length began to have some misgivings as to whether he had dealt altogether fairly by his right-hand man, to snub him as he had in the very moment of victory, which h)ut for the injured one had never been achieved. So, he went and stripped the head of the slain savage of its scalp, which, with its long braided lock and tuft of fbeathers, lie tied securely to the back of the war-d1og's neck just behind the cars. This he did with the assurance that althoughi they had won the trophy conJointly, yet in consideration of the gallant services which he-Grumbo-hadfl that d(:v rendered their almest hopeless cause, would he, the Fighdting Nigger, resign all claim thereunto in his comrade's favor, and allow hini to en- joy the undivided honor thereof, as he so richly deserved. Then the "captain explained to his lieutenant "-for with these titles the white hunters often coupled them-how mat- ters stood between them and their Indian prisoner, but for whose humanity they had never found their little master alive. Having enlarged upon this point, the captain wound uip his apology-for such the exl)lanation -vas, in fact-with the promise, backed by the Fighting Nigger's inviolable word of honor, that as soon as they had squared the debt of gratitude under which this young barbarian had laid them, then would they go on doing up business in the good old or- thodox fashion as before. More than this, that hereafter, whenever any of the red "varmints" should fall into their hands, he-Grunibo-sbould be allowed to throttle and tum- ble, tousle and tug them to his heart's content. All this, so gratifying to a warrior's pride, seemed to have the desired effect in appeasing the wounded dignity of his dogship, as was apparent, first by his bending his nose to smell, then 104 BURL. BURL. 105 stooping his head to taste, and at last by his coming bodily to the ground and falling tooth and nail upon the juicy roast before hini, which now he could venture to do without great risk of burning his mouth. Bv this time the delwy half of the morning was well-nigh s-cent, and if they would reach the shelter of the distant sta- ti(;n by the going down of that day's sun, it was high time they were up and away on their homeward tramp. But Big Black Burl could not think of quitting the spot without tak- ing with hlimu every thing-weapons, accouterments of war, scalps, prisoners of war, not to mention the rescued captive that might hespeak a battle fought and victory won, and that could sct off lnd give edge to the triumphal entry he antici- pated makiing that evening into Foit Reynolds. The whole settlement-nay, the whole Paradise from end to end-should ringr with the noise of his grand achievement. To be sure, with resl ect to the prisoner of war, his little master, with that fellow- feeling which makes us wondrous kind, had said but the hour before, " Let him go home to his mother." But our hero, col- ored though he was, had far too genuine a love of glory ever to allow an opportunity for the indulgence of his pas- sion to escape him, no matter at what expense it might be to others, ill life, liberty, and dearest affections. And here again, and for the third time, may we liken the Fighting Nig- ger to Alexander the Great, to Napoleon the Great, or, more fitly still, to his great-grandfather, Mumbo Jumbo the Great, the far-famed giant-king of Congo. By the way, I am just here reminded that I have forgotten to state, and much to my surprise, that Big Black Burl was believed throughout the Paradise to be the great-grandson of the great Mumbo Jumbo, and as such was in verity the case, the remarkable character of our hero admits of plausible explanation. Who Mumbo Jumbo really was I must confess that, with due re- spect to authentic history, I am not exactly prepared to af- firm; though that he must have been a man of immense con- sequence in his day was fairly to be inferred from the fact of his having made in Africa a noise so loud as to have been helrd, a full half century afterward, beyond the Alleghany Mountains-that, too, by a people so far behind the tinmes as to know nothing whatever of even so redoubtable a man as Baron Munchausen. But to return to our war-path, and be just. The Fighting Nigger had no thought of using the life, liberty, and dearest afieetions thrown by the chances of war upon his mercy, excepting so far as to take his prisoner home with him as a trophy of victory; which done, then should he be allowed to return to his own people, bird-free, without the loss of a feather. As he had not killed the Indian, how could he without gross violation of the rules of civilized warfare take his scalp And without scalps to show for proof, let him but dare blow his own trumpet, and he should be blazed throughout the land as a windy, lying braggart. Therefore, as neither party in question could quit that place without the scalp-the one havsing a natural right, the other a bellig- erent right to the same-expedient was it that the party who enjoyed but the natural right should be taken bodily to the settlements, there to appear as a living witness to that prow- ess in arms which had brought him under the conquering hand of the Big Black Brave with a Bushy Head. Now you can understand what the Fighting Nigger meant, when, in answer to his little master's "Let him go home to his mnother," he had, with a snap of his finger and thumb, exclaimed in Anglo-Congo lingo, "I yi, ray larky!" Accordingly, Burl gathered up all the weapons and ae- couterments of the vanquished foe, where they lay scattered about the top of the battle-hill, sticking the hatchets and knives about his middle and hanging the powder-horns and ammunition-pouches from his shoulders. The three Indians' 106 BUERL. B URL. 107 rifles he tied together and gave to his prisoner to carry, a burden he would hardly have laid undivided on the wounded vouth had he not foreseen that his little master, when weary of walking, must needs be getting upon his back from time to time to ride till rested. Then Betsy Grumbo being put a-ain in biting order and shouldered, the little party started forward oln their hlonmewvard tramp-the young Indian, at a sign froin his captor, going on a little ill advance, Grumnbo COmllinlg oi1 a little in the rear, while Burl and Bushie walked hand in hand betveen. The war-dog had regained his wonted grimn self-satisfaction, as could be seen by the iron twvist of his tail over the right leg, and by the peculiar hang of the lower lip at the corners as if he carried a bi)g quid of tobacco in each side of his mouth. Nevertheless, he still maintained a wary watch over their red captive, whom he continued to regard with undiminished jealousy and distrust, an(l to whose living presence in their midst he seemed de- termined never to be reconciled. Gaining the foot of the hill by an easier route, though less direct than that by which the two giants had reached it, they found there the traces of blood, which, reddening the grass at short intervaLs, marked the turns made by Black Thunder's body after receiving the bullet sent after him from his own rifle. "Ugh!" exclaimed the Indian; and that was all. "U- ooh! " exclaimed the negro, and a great deal more to the like purpose. Burl would have given his war-cap, the trophy of victory over the bears, and gene home bare-headed-nay, bare-headed the livelong sunmmler-could he by that sacrifice have secured the scalp of the Wyandot giant, so greatly did he covet this additional trophy of his victory over a warrior so renowned. But the body was nowhere to be found, all traces of it van- ishing at the brink of the river-bank. The party crossed 108 BURL. the stream at the shallows, then ascended the opposite shore to where our two adventurers had made the passage an hour before the battle. Here Burl called a halt of a few mo- inents, that he might resume his martial rigging left there, and give himself an appearance more becoming a great warrior returning home to receive the honors which his valor had won for him on the field of scalps and glory. And such was the morning of that ever-to-be-remembered first of June, 1789. Gbapter XIII. How BIG BLACK BURL FIGURED IN His TRIUMPH. "W5THAT a pitv! what a pity! what a pity! " the little lo, mnuill still went on saving to the little log fort, anc making the little log fort yet sadder and lonesomer than ha' it held its peace, and not tried so hard to play the comforter From noon to noon, with a dreary night between, hour after hour passed heavily, wearily by. And there, at th( door of her desolate home, still sat the widowed mother, waiting and watching, her eyes turned ever toward the per. ilous north-waiting and watching as only those can wail and watch whose hearts are telling them that any hour may bring them the tidings that all they hold most dear on earth is lost to them forever. Ili homely kindness and sympathy her neighbors strove to comfort her, and rouse her from the lethargy of grief into which she seemed to be sinking. They forgot how little mere words of condolence, however tender and pitying, can avail, until the stricken heart, havintg taken in its full measure of sorrow, can begtin to accommodate it- self to the new presence, and be brought once more to feel that although much is lest still more remains for gratitude and peace. Toward noon the next day the hunters, who had gone out in pursuit of the savages, weary and sad returned to the fort. After parting with Burl, they had not ascended more than a mile into the hills, when the larger trail made its re- appearance on the banks of the more easterly of the two forks, whose united waters formed the little river which (109) 111 B U RL. turned the mill of the settlement. Rejoining their parties, they had renewed the chase with spirit, the trail now lead- ing in a direct line toward the Ohio, whose banks they had reaehed at sunset, and just in time to send a volley of bullets after the fugitives, who, however, before the pursuers were up with them, had regained their canoes and put a b)road stretch of the river between themselves and the perilous shore. rhe hunters had had a clear view of the Indians as they landed on the opposite side, and having made sure that there were no w-hite prisoners aniong thein, they had given over the chase, convinced that the unfortunate Bushie must have been borne away in some other direction by the three Indians whose traces had been discovered at the corii-field fence, and lost sight of in the larger trail. One chance more, however, remained to then: Big Black Burl was still abroad, and so long as that faitbful and courageous fellow kept the war- path, good reason had they for hoping that all yet might end well. The sun was nirh his setting; a few more far-reaching winks of his great brirhlit eve and lie would be sinkin, be- hind the evening hills of green Kentucky, and rising above the morning hills of'China. Already had the horses and cattle-as was the custoni of the times when Indians were known to be across tlhe bor(ler-been hrought for the night within the shelter of the fort. Already the ponderous wooden gate was swingingr creakingly to on its ponderous wooden hinges; lbut just as its I)onderous wooden bolt was slidiln into the ponderous w oden staple, out from the neigh- borinm forest riin-ing, wvith echo on echo, it camnethe old faimiliar cry, the trunmlpt-call to bl ttle abroad, the note 4f br(tAlerly cheer at home: " I vi, you dogs!"-too jocund and triumphint fbr any one whose ears had caught the glad sound to doubt that glad tidings wNere coming. Straightway reipening the gate and lookingf forth, the hunters spied, moving toward them through the bushes in the edge of the woods, first the plumed crest of an Indian warrior, then a more spreading display of bright feathers, so high aloft that one Could itiucy they topped the head of a giant full eight feet heigh, who camne treading close behind. For a fev mo- itinclts this was all that could l)e seen; till now, full over the ra--cz(I skirts of the forest, there in open view, they came- the youing Inidiain in front, with his load of rifles laid across his aria; then Big Black Burl, bristling all over with hatchets and kiiives; an(d lastly, with a consequential twist of the tail and fwith the ilumed scalp-lock of an Indian waving over his neck, the invincible (Grunmbo bringing up the rear. And there, triumphantly borne aloft on the shoulders of our big black hero, his sturdy young legs astride his deliv- erer's neek and dangling down in front, hare and l)rier- scratched, his arms clasped tightly around the bear-skin war-cap, his own little coon-skin cap all brave with the Iridle of the war-bird-there sat our little white hero, that seAf-saine runaway Bushie, whose froward legs had so well- nigh carried him to death's door, and on whose account a whole settlement had been unsettled from dinner-time yes- terday till supper-time to-day. But what a shout that was which at this sight went pealing up from the fort to the sky, went pealing down from the fort to the mill, which, just at this inoment received the reserved water upon its wheel, and all on a suddmen, clearing its wooden throat with a squeak, ceased droning, "What a pity! what a pity!" and( fell to singrin(g, in double-quick time, "What a naughty! what a naughty! what a naughty!" Some of the hunters rein in to bear the poor mother the joyful tidings, some ran out to meet and welcome the returning conqueror, while others opened the gate to its utmost width to let the con- queror in. On they came, vanquished and victor; Bushie grinning at them from over the head of the Fighting Nig- B URL[. ill 1it BURL. ger; the Fighting Nigger grinning at them from over the head of the Indian; and the Indian, with dignified compos- ure, looking the whole white settlement full in the face. Without a halt, right through the gate-way they drove, "like a wagon and team with a dog behind," to use the conqueror's own expressive words; nor could words have expressed more, had they told of the rumble of chariot- wheels. Hardly were they over the sill when, to bring the triumph to a climax, here, followed by all the women, and children, and dogs, screaminr, shouting, barking, laughing, crying-those gladder who cried than those who laughed, those gladder who barked than those who shouted-came running Miss Jemimy, to meet theni. Turning his back square on his mistress, the conqueror let the rescued treasure tumble bodily from his shoulders into the eager arms, upon the yearning bosom. With inco- herent expressions of endearment to her darling boy, of thanks to their brave and faithful servant, and of praise to the mereiful Father of all, the widowed inother clasped the lost and founld to her heart, I 4in- in turn all but choked and smothered by the hugs and kisses of the delighted Bushie. Then, hand in hand, they hastened to their cabin and shut the door behinid theni with a timnbersonme bang, which said as plainly as a punebmeon-door, with oaken hines, and hickory latch, could sax anv thing, "Let us have the first hour of recovered happiness to ourselves." It was a sight for which full many a stern, hard eye that saw it grew for the moment the brighter, if not the clearer; and Burl, though lie made a manful effort to keep it hack., was forced to yield the point and let it come-the one big sob of tender and grateful feelings, which, sending a quiver through his huge framne, nmade his martial rigging shake and jingle like the harness of a whinnyin, war-horse. The hunters now gathered round the hero of the day and called upon him for an account of his adventures since part- ing with them at the forks of the river the day before. Ile told his story modestly and briefly enough, being well aware that there were those amiong, his listeners far more learned in wood-craft than himself, and more skilled in the arts and stratagems of Indian warfare. Too magnanimous was he, though, to pass so briefly over the part his prisoner had pJlaed in the matter, dwelling at some length on the gen- tleness and humanity with which the young Indian had treated his little master. When he had ended, the white hunters, onl and all, came up to him and shook him hearti- ly by the hand, pronouncing him an Indian-fighter of the true grit-a compliment, in the Fighting Nigoer's estima- tion, the highest that could be paid to mortal man, black, yellow, or white. Then, going up to the young Indian, who, leaning on his rifles, had stood the while with his bright eyes fixed serenely on some invisible quarter of the evening, they, one and all, shook him, likewise, as heartily by the hand-a dumb but eloquent expression of their grateful sense of the humanity he had shown their little friend in his hour of helpless peril and piteous need. The young brave received the demonstration with dignified composure; not, though, as if he had expected it, for, at the first greet- ing, he did lose his self-possessed reserve so far as to betray a little sign of great surprise. While our big l)lack hero was narrating their adventures to the hunters without, our little white hero was giving his version of the same to his mother within-a medley of facts and faincies, where it was about nip and tuck between his old black churn and his young red friend as to which might claim the greater share of the juvenile gratitude and ad- miration. Being gently reproved by his mother for his naughty behavior, which had been the cause of so much trouble and distress to them all, the young transgressor, for 8 JBURL. 113 114 B URL. vhe first time in his life without the help of a switch to make him feel and know the error of his ways, besought his mother's forgiveness; only just let him off for that one time and he never, never would run away with the Indians again as long as he lived-winding up the comforting assur- ance with a cub-like hug, to make the surer of clearing his legs of the switching he felt he richly deserved. Having heard the rigmarole from beginning to end, and from end to beginning, and then from middle to middle again, and gathered therefrom that he to whom she owed her dear boy's life was wounded, Mrs. Reynolds sent Bushie with word to Burl to bring the young Indian to her door. When they were come, she made a few inquiries of Burl himself with regard to their adventures, and when an- swered, she bid him go and bring a keeler of water, that they might wash and dress the prisoner's wound. When the water was brought, she took off the bloody bandages from the crippled arm and gently laved and washed the wound, which by this time was much inflamed and swollen; then anointing it with some healing-salve, she bound it up again with clean bandages. This humane office duly done, the good woman bid Burl take the young Indian to his own cabin, there to be lodged and entertained with all hospital ity till, healed of his wound, he should be able to shift fo himself, when he should be allowed to return in peace to li; own people. And as his mistress bid him did Burl right willingly do playing the host in magnificent style, and setting before his captive guest the best his house afforded, not suffering a morsel to pass his own or Grumbo's lips till the claims of hospitality were fully met. This last, however, was a piec' of etiquette not at all to the war-dog's taste, since two hun gry Christian moutths were thereby made to water, and tha' too only out of respect to a red heathen, who, as such, iiu his dogship's opinion, deserved no better treatment at their hands than a common cur. Therefore did Gruinbo harden his heart all the more against the red barbarian, holding hini in worse odor than before. 'Victor andi vanquished were still at their friendly repast when all the ebony of the settlement-to the number of about thirty, men, women, and children-came flocking to the Fi-hting Nigger's cabin, and stood gathered in a close, black knot at the door, waiting with eager ears to hear the great event of the day from the hero's own lips; nor with eyes less eager to get a peep at the prisoner of war, a "live Injun"-a sight that some of them had never seen before. Their wonderment was much excited to see how a red varmint could drink its water from a tin instead of need- ing to suck it up from a trough, like a horse; how it could eat its meat with a knife and fork, bite by bite, instead of gulping it up whole, like a dog; and how it could do many other things in the civilized, human way, which they had supposed peculiar to " black people and white folks." Sup- per ended, mine host filled and lighted his own pipe, and blandly showing the whites of his eyes, offered it to his cap- tive guest. The captive guest, with a graceful acknowledg- ment, accepted the pipe, and with grave decorum began smoking, sending out the puffs at slow and regular intervals, and looking straight before him; sometimes at the curling smoke, then, through the smoke, at the opposite wall; then, through the wall-for so it seemed-at some object on the other side of the Ohio River, miles away in the gathering shades of evening. Once he turned his bright eyes full on the clump of shining black faces at the door, and scanned them attentively, though seemingly with as little conscious- ness of their living, personal presence as were they but so many stuffed specimens of their kind pild up there for ex- hibition. But glancing downward and spying three or four B URL[,. 115 116 BURL. little woolies peeping fearfully at him from between the legs of the larger ones-the stride of the legs perceptibly widened "to give the little fellows a chance "-then did the young brave discharge a puff one second before its time, sendling it with a force that carried it in a straight line to the bowl of the pipe before it began to rise. But for this, you would hardly have thought that the Indian had seen any thing that seemed to him alive or human or funny. "Cap'n R lennuls, stop yo' monkey-shines ober de red var- mint in dar, an' come out an' git up an' make us a speech," at length said one of the ebony brotherhood at the door, promoting our hero on the spot, and adding a still higher title to the illustrious list already coupled with his name. Chapter XIV. How BIG BLACK BURL FIGURED IN ORATORY. CCORDINGLY, the Fighting Nigger came forth, still bristling all over with the trophies of victory and spoils of war-the three Indian rifles now added to the rest. Mounting a low, wide poplar stump directly in front of his cabin, he proceeded to give his colored brethren a circum- stantial account of all that had happened to him in the course of his late adventure. As if the wonderful reality were not enough to satisfy any reasonable lover of the mar- velous, he must needs lug in a deal that had not happened to him in the time, and never could have happened at any time to anybody, excepting giant-killers, dragon-fighters, and the like, whose exploits, though never witnessed by mortal eye, have made such a noise in the world of fancy, fog, and moonshine. Though he could confine himself to facts with modest brevity when speaking of his achievements to white people as we have already noticed-the Fighting Nigger, it mnust be owned, was something of a long-winded boaster, with a proneness to slide off into the fabulous, when blowing his own trumpet for the entertainment of his col- ored admirers, who bolted whatever monstrosity he might choose to toss into their greedy chops. But let us be just. It was with no direct intention of hoaxing or deceiving his hearers that he played the fabler; it was simply a way he had of holding up a magnifying-glass, so to speak, before their eves, that hie might help them to bring their imagina- t.olns up to l. s own idea of the wonderful reality. (117) As the romaneing, went on, Grumbo, who had taken the stinip likewise, sat, with grim dignity, upon his haunches at his master's side, to lend his countenance to the matter under consideration; I)residing, as it would seem, as chair- mnn: of the assembly. That such was the view lhe took of his l)resent position was evident from -his mianler; for, ever &aiidt anon, when he saw their audience staggering under some marvel tossed too si:ddenily into their gaping motuths, our chairman would fetch the stump a ratifying rap of the tail, vwhich said more plainly than his lips could have said it: "A fict, gentlemnle-fiact. On the word of an honest dog, that, also, strange though it nmay seem, ;s.as true as all the rest my eomra(le has told you. I myself was present and had a hland in the matter; therefore ought I to know'." Now and then the speaker would be interrupted bv his excitallle listeners with some exclamation of wonder, horror, incredulitv, derision, pitv, or the like-whieh, being in An- glo-Congfo or ebony lingo, must needs be unintelligible to many of my readers. Therefore, for the enlightenmient and edification of the unlearned, have I thought it best to give a list of the interjections anol lihrases in question, with the definition or free translation of each, ignoring etymologies as smlacking,, just here, of pedantry: CGrLOS SARY. GCIT OUT-A. cry of good-humored derision. SHUCKES-PShiaw; nonsense; fiddle-sticks. O Iusii-" You are too funny; " "You are too smart;' "You are a fool." I Yi-Ifurrah; bravo; bully; well done: coupled with "my larky," equivalent to "Catch me at that if you can." HOO-WEEP (followed by a wbistle)-Expressive of un- speakable astonisshment. Ono-A cry of eXultation, translated into "Goody, gooly!" 118 B URL. LAUS-A-MARtCY-Shocking; horrible; dreadful: "My wool stands on end with horror." GOODNESS GRACIOUS-Used in a similar sense to the above, though in a milder degree. TsIIT, TsInT, TSHT-An unspellable sound, produced by applying the tip of the tongue to the palate with a quick stick at the air, repeated three times; translatable into, "What a pith, what a pity!" "0 dear, 0 dear!" LETTIN' O-N-M1aking a pretense of; feigning; hoaxing. IL-YATI, 1L1-Air, H-YAII-Ha, ha, ha. U-;ooH-An unspellable interjection pronounced, or rath- er produced, by closing the lips and sending the sound through the nose, either forcibly and suddenly with a quick taper, or the reverse with a quick, short swell; or beginning gen- tly, no bigger than a knitting-needle, and slowly swelling to a certain degree, then suddenly flaring, like the mouth of a dinner-horn. In short, varying according to the feeling or thought to be expressed. Perhaps in the ebony lingo there is 11o word so frequently used, and in senses so various, as lU-gooh. Rendered into English, some of the sentiments ex- pressed thereby are the following: "Admirable!" "WVon- derful!" "0 how nice!" "0 how good!" "You astonish me!" "I admire you!" "I highly commend you! ap- plaud you!" "I am listening-pray proceed!" "What you tell me is very strange, nevertheless I believe you!" "I have no words to express what I feel, therefore can only say, 'U-gooh! "' What- our black Mulnchausen told the ebony wonder- mongers of his great adventure before and after the fight was such a jumble of marvels and horrors as were hardly fitting to appear in a sober book like ours, pledged to con- fine itself to possibilities, if not to facts. Where the narra- tive should have been truest, if truly told, there the narra- tor was wildest, drawing freely upon his imagination to fill B URPL . 119 up the wide gaps between the few conspicuous incidents marking its setting out and winding up. Gap number one was made interesting with bears; gap number two, lively with panthers; gap number three, thrilling with wolves; and where the war-path led into the shades of nihlat, tbere the wo0(ls were alive with ghosts. We shall, therefore, make our dip into the medley just at that point where the narra- tor, having brought his listeners all agape to the hazardous edge of ambush and battle subsides into the possible; the story now rising of itself into the wonderful, and having no great need of exaggeration or embellishment to make it spicy. "Betsy Grunmbo," ses I to my gun, "you mus' put lead through two ob de varmints on de log, ef vou cain't through all four." Bang barks Betsy; tip jumps all de Injuns, two 1alls back dead behin' le log, two goes rwmnin' down de hill a-yellin' as ef de 01' Scratch wus arter 'em wid a sharp stick. [" H-vab, h-yah, h-yah! " Audience.] " I yi, you dogss! " says I, lungin' out uf de bushes. " Wb'boo-oop"' yells big Injun, a-jerkin' his tommlhawk out uf de trce and flingin' it whizz at my head. I knocks it away w id my ax an' drives oi. Hcre comes anudder a-whizzin'. Knocks dat off; too, still a-drivin' on at 'iin. "I yi, you dogs!" Anud- der tomniilmyak realdy to fly. I knocks dat out de big in- jun's ban'. Big Injun jumps back'ards, I jumps for'ards, my ax high up an' ready fur a cleaver. No chance fur bigr Injun; .ef lie starts to run, it 's a split in (le back; ef he jumps to one side, it 's a gaash in de neck. De cleaver 's a-commi' down, whe:l Iere, wid a duck uf dc head, comes Injun right at me, lis shoulder under nmv arm. Down draps (le ax, a-stickin' in de groun' atwixt his heels. Bes' tlminr lhe could a-done fur lhise'f-cunnin' as a fox. I)(i, ladies all' gens1'lcllQcn, we clinches, all' away we goes 1910 B UR L. a-plungin' an' a-whirlin'; through de bushes an' through de fire, roun' an' roun' de logs, roun' an' roun' de trees, roun' an' roun' de hill. Now I tosses 'im up tel his heels kicked de lis's uf de trees, he's so long; but el)'ry time I thinks I's gwine to bring him down kerwollop, dowvn he comes wid all bhis feet under him, like a cat. Activest thing I eber seed- he 's so long,. Den he picks me up an' shakes me, dang-a- lang-a-downy-yo, as ef I 's nothin' but a string-j'inted lim- ber-jack. But when I at 's him ag'in, to lock legs or kick ankles, dar lie 's 'way off yander, a-tippini' it on his toes, like a killdec. No gittin' a.-nigh him, he 's so active, he 's so lCug. By an' by I happens to look 'roun'. Dar 's de dead var- mint in do blue coat an' ruffled shirt up ag'in, wid his gun on de log, un pVitill' right at my ribs. " Ouch ! " ses I, an' flings Black Thunder atwvix. Black Thunder flings me back fur de pop. Back I flings him ag'in atwix. Den him me ag'in, me him ag'in, an' all de time de dead varmint a-follerin' us wid his gun, waitin' to pop my flanks. So, de dead varmint kep' me watchin' so close, an' de live varmint kep' me movin' so fas', I did n't know what I's doin', ctfmld n't tell whar I 's gwine. Dar I was, rammed close up in a corner atwix a tree an' a log; nio gittin' out, no flingin' big Injun atwix. Dead varmint takin' his aim-finger on trigger, ready to pull. "Burlmian Rennuls," scs I to m,- seY' "you 's a goner," when dar comes Grumbo a-pitclhin'- I10 stoppin' to smell noses. One long lunge he makes, one long, stretchin' lunge-sich a lunge I neber seed a dog make befo'. 'Peared as ef he 'd lef' his hin' parts way back yander, to git de quicker at de varmint's throat wid his fo'parts. Back falls Injun, wid a kick an' a yell; off goes gun, wid a kick an' a bang, the bullet a-whizzin' right 'tNix' our noses. "Ouch!" scs I. "Ugh!" says Black ThuLnder. [Audience: "I vi!" "Oho!" "U-goob!" See B U B L . 121 Glossary. It may have been a coincidence, but just here Grumbo fetched the stump a ratifying rap of the tail.] AM! ladies an' gen'lemen [patting his comrade-in-arms on the head], you do n't know how glad I wus to see dat dog. An' white folks say dat Grumbo 's got no humin feelin's. Git out! Den I takes a long bref, Grumbo still a-holdin' fits' to de dead varmint. " BurIman Rennuls," says I to mvse'f, "de big Injun 's too active fur you-too much like a cat fur you. You cain't throw him down, but you kin let him throw you down; an' once a-flat uf yo' back on de groun' you kin wollop hin ober as easy as turnin' a pan- cake, den chiaw him up any way you please." So, I pushes him hard-he pushes me back still harder-when down we comnes, kerwollop, chug-nigger below, Injun on top. But, in de shake uf a sheep's tail, nigger comes up, Injun goes down. I grabs fur mly knife. It 's gone slipped out in de scuffle. Big Injun grabs fur his knife; dat's gone, too. He jerks out his pipe an' breaks it in finders ober my head. "Ouch!" says I. I looks roun' fur somethin' good fur beatin' out brains, an' dar lays my ax. I grabs it up, now ready fur a cleaver, an' no mistake. Big Injun ain't, though; le ain't ready fur any sich a thing. Up he comes wid a whirl, an' down I goes wid a fling, my ax a-flyin' way out yander. But in de wriggle uf a buck's tail comes up nig- ger ag'in; goes down Injun ag'in. Yes, an' a leetle mo' dan dat: nigger an' Injun clean ober de turn uf de bill, an' now a-slidin', slidin' down whar it wus steep as a house- ruff. "Buriman PRennuls," ses I to myself, "wvhar you gwine Dis ain't de sort uf groun' fur you. You cain't manage de Lnjun here on de steep hill-side-he 's too active fur you; he 's too long fur you; lie 's too much like a painter fur you. Git to a lebel country, Burlman Rennuls; git to a lebel country quick as you kin." Den I hugs hint up tight in 122 BURL. ny arms, ali' locks him up tight in my legs, an' 'way down de steep hill, rollin', rumblin', an' tumblin' we go-fus' nig, ger on top, den Injun'-ober an' ober, fas'er an' ias'er. [The orator revolving his fits one round the other with in- creasing rapidity.] "Burlnian Rennuls, whar you gwine" Don't know whar, hut dat we's rollin' fas'er an' fas'er, an' dat we's startin' do rocks to rollin' too, a-hoppin' an' pitchin' behin' us as ef dev 's in fur a frolic. Now we 's all in a whirl down dar at cle foot uf de hill, an' no lebel country-uoth- in' but a leanin'-ober river-bank forty foot high. "Burl- man Reinnuls, whar you gwiine" Do n't know whar. But ober we pitches a-whirlin' [throwing out one of the revolv- ing fists at a tangent]-down we draps into water full forty foot (lee), kerslash; de rocks a-pitchin' in arter us thick as hail. [.2Vudieiice: " Laws-a-marcy! " " Goodness gracious! " " Hoo-weep! " (with a whistle). After an impressive pause the speaker, with an impressive gesture, resumed his excit- ing story.] Now, ladies an' gen'lemen, you 's thinkin' dat 's de las' uf Burlman Rennuls, an' dis his ghos' up here on de stump a-talkin' to you. 'T ain't so: Burlman Rennuls pulled out; pulled out, I say. Ef he did n't he would n't be up here a-tellin' you uf it. I ups an' looks roun', big Injun ups an' looks roun'. I pulls fur big, Injun, big Iiijun pulls for lan'. Bes' swimmer; gits dar fus', an' ter keep me from landin' too, 'gins beatin' me back wid rocks, wid no more kunsid- eration fur de feelin's uf a gen'lemian dan ef I 'd been a shell-backed tarapin. Whack comes one uf de rocks on my head. "Ouch!" an' dowin I dives. " Burlman Rennuls," ses I to myself, down dar in de bottom uf de riber, " whar ar' you come to Not whar you started to go. Dis ain't yo' lebel countrv. Dis won't do. Big Injun too much fur vou in water. Git out uf (le water quick as you kin. Two B UR L. 123 124 BURL. loaded guns up dar on top uf de hill. You scratch out an' git de guns, an' yo' day's work 's ober." 8o, I ups aog'in; an' dis time under de leanin'-over bank, w-har de cane-brake wtis, de roots uf de brake a-hangin' dou n 'ines' to de water. Now conies (le rocks ag'in, as thick :s hail. Grabbin' de cane-barakes, up I goes, ban' ober lan', han' ober han'. De rocks stopj fivin'. I looks behin' me to fee flur why. Dar goes Black Thunder drivin' 'cross de riber down at de riffle, makin' de water fly befo' him like a runaway boss. 0 nmy little marster! Up I goes, in (louble-quick time. Half way up I sees a painter a-grinlnin' down at me frum a tree on de bank. Did n't iike his looks, but climbed on. [Iere the speaker was interrupted by a voice from the audience: "Cap'n Rtennuls, see ver now; ain't vou lettin' on "] You g' long! Who stops fur painters in a paincs like dat, or any thing else Ef I 'd turned back den would I be here now to tell you uif it Git out! So, painter, or what not, up I scrabbles, ol)er de bank wid a tug, an' throug-h de brake wid a squeeze, tel dar I wus at de f;)ot uf de hill. 0 my little marster! [A woman's voice in the audience: "Tsht, tsht, tsht! Pore little feller!" See Glossary.] Up we gocs a-seratehin'; pullin' at de bushes an' weeds an' grass ter help uts 'long, an' tearii' dein tp, like flax on a rainy day. Injun has furder ter go, but longer lews ter go wid. So lie gits ter de top uf de hill as (quick as me- him niihest his guin, me nigliest nry ax. lIe 's reachiin' his bun' out fur (IC gun, my lhaln' 's on my ax 'ready, an' at him de ax goes whizzin', an' pops hini plump on (le hip, an' ober he tumbles. j runs to pick up my ax, dis time ter giv- de tough varmint a cleaver, or neber.. He can't run, lie can't crawlv; but lie kin wollop, an' wollop he does, like a rooster vid his head cut off. Ii de flash uf a gun-flint, (lar BUL. 125 le 's wolloped hisse'f to de turn uf de hill. I sends my ax wid a good-by arter him, an' gives him a gash in de arm to 'mnember me by. Ile sends me back a grin an' a whoop, an' away big Injun goes rollin' an' tumblin'. I grabs tip a guI-his own gtn it was-an' sends him a long far'well. He scllds back a yell-de o-f-f-ullest yell I eber heerd in all my bo'n days; offlul enough ter come frum a grave-yard. Out conies spirtin' de blood, a-flyin' frum de rollinm' body like water firui a flutter- mill. Down to de foot uf de hill a-u-whirlin' he goes, tel ober de bank uf de riber he pitches. An' dat 's de las' I sees uf big Injun. [Audience: "I vi!" Oho ! ' " U-gooh ! "] " Bturlnian ieinnuls," ses I to myself, still p'iutin' my gun at (le hank, "yo' day's work 's done." But hain't hardly said it when, " Burl, Burl!" ses Bushie; " Bow-wow," ses Grunubo; and " w-h-izz," ses a tommyhawmk, grazin' my nose an' stickiuu' itse'f in a tree by my side. [Here hurling the identical tomahawk over the beads of the wincing listeners and sinking it in a tree behind theni. "Goodness gracious, Bu'linan Itennuls, how you skeer a pusson!" exclaimed a finical female voice in the audience. It may have been another coincidence, but just here Grumbo fetched the stump another ratifying rap of the tail.] I wlheels about, an' dar 's t'udder dead varmint up on his legs an' a-comin' at me wid his knife, but Grumnbo holdin' him back by de coat-tail. "I yi, you dogs!" an' at him I go-grabs his knife, clinches his throat, when down to de groun' we come-Injun, nijgger, an' dog, dog-iashion, all in a pile togedder. [" Cap'n Rennuls," said a voice in the audience, "ef de varmint wus a dead one, how could he do all dat like a live one "] You g' long! Dat 's none uf my lookout. Ef it wus n't as I tell you, would de young Injun be dar in my doo' now, smokin' his pipe Ef you won't b'lieve me ax him; an' ef you can't take his word fur it, ax Grumbo. [Audience: " II-yab, h-vab, h-vyath!" "Shucks!" See Glossarv. And here again, too roundly and soundly for mere coincidence, Grumbo fetched the stump a ratifying rap of the tail, that said as plainly as a dog's tail ever said any thing: " Yea, and I '11 swear to it."] But we have followed our black Munchausen through the least won(lerfl part of his story, as narrated by himself; and further than this, for reasons already hinted, we dare not venture, the facts of the narrative heze beginning to grow tame again, and the narrator's fancies wide. so we shall leave our lion to go on roaring it out into the ears of his colored admirers to his heart's satisfaction, till he is empty and they are full. At last, after blowing and pufling for nearly an hour in the popular ear, the windy story, ta- pering off with a little facetious gas designed for the ladies, found its way to an end, and dismissing his audience with a majestic wave of his war-cap, Big Black Burl came down from the rostrum. 126 B URLz. Ghapter XA. How BIG BLACK BURL SEWED IT UP IN His WAR-CAP. Y the time the Fighting Nigger had made an end of blow- illg his trumpet, the shadows of the long summer twilight had deepened into the shades of night, reminding him that it was high time he should be looking after the comfort of his captive guest. AWile the blowing an(l roaring had been going on from the stumip, the younig Indian had remained seated on the cabin door-sill, tranquilly smoking his pipe, the odorus contents of which showed forth at long and reg- ular intervals in a dull-red glow from the dusky shadow of the cabin-shed. Taking him in, Burl hospitably yielded up to his guest his own bed-the bear-skin bed he, was so proud of and loved so much to sleep on-spreading for himself in- stead a buffalo-rug on the floor. In a little while the spirit of sleep had descended on every weary soul in the fort-all save the wakeful Grumbo, who, crouched on his bear-skin out there under the shed, maintained, as was his habit, vig- ilant watch through the livelong night. Now that his great adventure had been brought to a hap- py end, the Fighting Nigger must once more doff his bear- skin cap-fhe cap of war-and don, instead, his coon-skin cap the cap of peace; hang his battle-ax Up on the wall, and lay his hand to the plow; muzzle his war-dog, and bridle his plow-horse; and leave the war-path in the forest to tread the peace-path in the field. Accordinglyt, early next morning, having duly discharged his office as host for the time being, and left his guest to a (127) 128 B up. r,. pipe of tobacco and quiet meditation, Burl was about be- taking hinmself to his labors in the field, when his little mns- ter came runnulig out to his cabin with word that Miss Je- miia lwished to sl)eak with him l)efore he left the fort. Ee- spectfiully ii ucallping hiinself even befbre reaching her prcs- ence, the fiaitlfuifl fkllow came, and showing the left' shouhldhr a-nd l)uiv head of him from rolund the e(d,,ge of' the door andl lookingz side-lonii into the rooni where his mistress was sitting, s- aid in answer to her sulmnlls, " Yes 'um." I have sent for you, Burl," began Mlrs. Reynolds with kindly seriou:-ness of tone and ianner, "to tell you how thanikful I am for the good and brave part You have done by me and my poor fatherless bo-, and to reward you in the best way I can." Here sl5 1)aused. " Yes 'um," said Burl, not knowing what else to say, Mnd looking hard at Grunmbo, who, as if lie had been summoned too, had followed his mnaster, and now, seated on his haunclhes in the iloor-way, was listening, with grave attention to what was going on-hol)ing, no doubt, that severe measures were at la.t about to be taken with regard to the red barbarian. M rs. Reynolds resumedl: " While you were gone, Burl, I sat here in my great distress and made a solenmn promise to myself and to Heaven, that if you were permitted to bring men lack my child alive and well, I would give you your freedom at once, as the only fitting reward I had it in my power to bestowv for so great a jlroof of your fidelity and love to us." "Now, M31iss Jemimv! " exclaimed Burl in a tone of re- monstrance, the water -welling up in his great ox-like eyes. "Yes, but I must do it," rejoined his mistress. " Heaven has heard my prayer, and I must keep my promise. Faith- fimi andl good have you been to us, and richly deserve the reward I offer. Would it were in my power to give you more." "Now, Miss Jemimy!" repeated Burl, in the same tone, '; you need n't, indeed you need n't." And seeing that his mistress had had her say, he seized upon the subject with sudden energy, and thuS unburdened his mind: " Miss Je- -mimnv, I do n't w.ant my freedom ; I 's no use fur it. HIain't I gof)t (le bcs' mistus in de worl' an' de finest little marster Ilain't I got a gun an' a (dog Plenty to eat an' plenty to w'ar A wholeCabl)in to nmnyse'f; an' Saturday ev'nin's to go a-huntin' an' a-fishin' ef I likes De only thing I hain't got an' would like tsr hab-douth dat's no fault uf vourn, Miss Jestinv-is a white skin. Ef I had a white skin, den iiiihlit I 1ab my freedom an' know w-har's mv place an' who 's my comp'ny. As I is, turn- me out free an' whar 's my place No whar. Who 's my comp'ny Nobody. Too good fur common ni-rers, not good 'nough fur white folks. AWhat den would I be A In'gin I s'pose. Sooner be Grum- bo dar dan a Injun. Den M1iss Jemimy wants to make a red varmint uf her ol' nigger. Git out! 'Scuse me, MHiss Jemimy; I did n't go to say dat ter you. But I 's bery glad an' thankful to hear you talk dat way. Makes me gladder to be what I is, so glad to be what I is, I won't be nothin' else ef I kin he'p it." Deeply touched at this new proof of fidelity and self-sac- rifice, yet not a little amused withal at the droll shape in which it came, Mrs. Reynolds rejoined: " Well, Burl, you can do as you please, but so far as my will and wishes can make you free, free you are from this day forth, either to go and play or stay and work. Mry promise is given, never to be recalled." "Den, M3iss Jeinimy," replied Burl with look and tone of deep respect, "ef you 's gwine ter let me do 's I please, w'y den, I pleases to stay." Then, showing the whole of himself, excepting one arm and one leg, from round the edge of the door-way, and now 9 B cURt. 129 130 B UR. risingi into the oratorieal, Burlinan Reynolds proceeded to give his opinions upon the subject, having already expressed his feelings. "Mliss Jemimy," with an impressive gesture, "dare 's reason in all things. Now, ef I had l'arnin', could read in a book, write on paper, figger on a slate, count uil money, tel de names of de mont's, an' alwus say how ol' I is when axed, an' all sich things like white folks, w'y den, dare 'd be some sense in a great he-igger like me doin'what I please, gwine whar I please-free-papers in pockets. But ef I has mv freedom an' hain't got l'arnin' to match it, den would I be like-like-" looking about him for a compari- son, till chancing to cast his eve on his dog, a thing pat sug- gested itself " W'v, Miss Jenmimy, one tif de red varmints me an' Grumbo chawed up yisterdy had on a blue coat an' ruffle shirt along with his ragetty rawhide tags an' fedders. Thought I neber seed nothin' look so scan'lts. 'Red var- mint,' says I to him, 'coat an' no breeches won't do, shirt an' no breeches won't do.' An' now says I to 3iss Jemimvy,' Free- dom an' no l'arnin' won't do no ino' dan shirt an' no breeches.' "N-ow, look at de Injuns." [Presenting the subject in another light.] "Dev has der freedom, kin do what dey please, kin go whar (ley please, an' what do dey do Do n't do nothin' but hunt an' fish an' fight. Whar do dey go W'v, jes' a-rippin' an' tearin' all ober de worl', 'sturbin' peacable people, keepin' dem mizzible an' onsituwated. So you see, de Ingun, dough lie has his freedom, ain't nothin' arter all but a red varmint. An' fur why Beca'se he hain't got l'arnin' fur to tell him what to do wid his freedom, dat's why. So dey needs somebody to tell 'em what to do an' make 'em do it. Yes, an' dar 's some white folks, too, who hain't got I'arnin' an' do n't know much better what to do wid dare freedom dan Injuns an' free niggers, dough dey do n't think so demselves, an' would knock a nigger down fiur savin' it. An' dem 's my 'pinions on dat )'int. B UR L. 131 "An' Miss Jemiiny" [here Burl lowered his voice and looked at his mistress with solemn earnestness], "have you forgot how I promised Mars Bushrod I 'd do what I could fur his wife an' pore little boy All a pore nigger could fur wlhite folks in dat way, an' wouldn't neber stop a-loin' it An' s'l)osin' ef I was ter leabe 'em now, what would dev( do Who-o-o'd-" Here he choked up and broke down, and clap)ping his coon'-skin cap on his head and pulling it down over his eves, Burl turned abruptly and walked hurriedly away. Ten minutes after, mounted on his plow-horse, and with the big round tears playing at leap-frog down his face, he was riding along the bridle-path through the woods on his Vway to the corn-field, singing at the top of his huge, melodi- ous voice: "Squirly is a pretty bird." And that morning the sylvan wilds were kept resounding with the heart-easing, blithesome mnisic which bespoke the thankfulness and the gladness of the singer's heart. It was the happiest morning he had ever known in all his life, and vet, despite an unaccountable accident of birth that had brought into the world so noble a soul with an ebony hide and fleecy head, the poor fellow had known a thousand mornings nearly as happy. He was having his reward. But at about eleven o'clock the singing suddenly ceased-so suddenly, indeed, that any one who might have been listen- in, would have said, "Assuredly something unusual has happened to Burlman Reynolds; something has struck him- perhaps an Indian bullet." But when, in answer to the dinner-horn, the plowman came riding slowly home, it was evident from his unwonted seriousnss of look and manner that a thought had struck the mind, not a bullet the body of Burlinan Reynolds. It was further evident from the absent-minded way in which he fed Cornwallis, throwing him two dozen instead of one 132 B uA. dozen ears of corn; and further still, fromn the absent-minded way in which he 1Rd himself, leaving his bacon untoasted and eating nothing but bonny-clabber and corn-dodzers. Nor again that day was there an echo in the woods to tell that Big Black Burl was at his cheerful labors in the field. Yet, thiough the voice was silent, the heart went singing onl, and the burden of the tune it sung was, "Bery glad an' bery thankful." That evening after supper, having smoked a sociable pipe with his Indian guest in the twilight under his cabin-shed, Burl picked up his coon-skin cap and, with- out putting it on, carried it in his hand with profound re- spect to Miss Jeminiy's door, where by early candle-light, she was putting Bushie to bed. Showing one shoulder and his bushy head from round the edge of the door-way, he looked in, and by way of breaking the subject uppermost in his thoughts, cleared his throat and said, "Yes 'um." "Well, Burl, what is it" kindly inquired his mis- tress. "Scuse me, bMiss Jenirni, lout I 's come to tell you I 's been thinkin' " 'pausing; and as he still hesitated, his mistress said: "Yes, so you have; I knew as much al- ready, not having heard a song from you since dinner-time. Out with it, then; I am ready to hear you." "Well, M1iss Jemimy, it 's jes' dis. We 's all pore mortal creeters, made of clay, you know; no tellin' who '11 be took away fus', who 'll be left behin'." Another pause. "Nothing could be truer, Burl," rejoined his mistress; " andl yet not always right pleasant to think of. But go on, and speak your mind freely." " Well, -Miss Jeniimy, bein' sich pore mortal creeters as we is, dare '6 no tellin' who '11 be took away fus', who '11 be lef' belhin'. 'Secuse me, ef you please." "And you are thinking that you might be left behind," adld - his mistress. "You 've hit it 'zac'ly oln de head, Miss Jemimy; dat 's jes' de thing I 's wantin' to say, but was afeered uf hurtin' Ieelin's. Hope you do n't think hard uf me fur havin' sicb thoughts. But bein', as I wus sayin', de pore mortal creet- ers we is, sonie pussolls is boun' to drap off sooner dan oders, somne boun' to be lef' behin'; an' dar 's no tellin' who de lvios will be. Sich things mius' happen, an' nobody's fault, you know." "It is all just as you say, Burl," replied his mistress. "So go on without more ado, and tell me exactly what is in your mind, alld 110 fear of hurting feelings." " Thank you, AMiss Jenijiny, fur talkin' dat way; it makes me easy. So I 'll go on an' tell it all, jes' as I 's been thinkin' it. Eber sence late dis mornin' I 's been sayin' to myse'f out yander in de corn-fiel': 'We 's all pore mortal creeters made uf clay-no tellin' who 'll be took 'way fus', who 'll be lef' behin'. Den s'posin',' ses I, 's'posin' ef my good nmissus an' sweet little marster might be took 'way fus', an' der ol' ninfler lef' behin', what den WV'y, mebbe jes' dis: some white man I neber liked or neber knowed might come 'long a-sayin' to me: "You belongs to me now, I's paid my money fur you; you go plow in my fiel', go chop in my woods, go mow in my medder; I hain't bought yo' wife an' chil'en-no use fur dem; so jes' make up yo' miin' to leabe 'em an' come 'long." Den Burlman Rennuls be very sorry he did n't take what his good mistus wanted so much to give him long time ago.' So I goes on thinkin' it ober an' obe-r eber so long, till ses I to myse'f, 'I 'll go to Miss Jemimy dis bery night anl' say to her: " Miss Jemimy," ses 1, " we 's all pore mortal creeters made uf clay, no tellin' who 'll be took away fus', who 'll be lef' behin';" an' my good missus will know what I mean.' So I 's come an' sed it. But min' you, Miss Jeinimy, mi' you now, I 'm 'tirely wvillin' tW work fur you an' my little marster all my days- B UL . 133 'd ruther do it. But sich a thing might happen dat you two might be took away fus', an' yo' ol' nigger lef' behin'. Den I 'd a leetle ruther be free. I do n't know, arter all, but freedom ' a bery good thing to hab eben ef we hain't got F'arnin' to match it. Dat is, ef we kin hab it an' not let it make i)sds tif uis-set us a-thinkin' we 's got nuthin' to do but lay in de shade an' kick up our heels. A nigger need n't make siclh a show uf his freedomu ,Is de red varmint uf his ruffle shirt anl' blue coat; jes' tie it up ill a snug little bundle to tote along, wid him an' let folks know he has it, an dat '11 be 'nuff fur any use. So I 's thinkin' I '11 come an' say: 'Miss Jeniimv,' ses I, 'beini' as you want so much to do it, V'y den, ef you please, jes' write it down on a piece tif paper how, in case you an' my little marster might be took away fus', you wants yo' ol' nigger to hab his freedom.' Den I '11 sew it up in my b'ar-sk in cap, to keep it till de time comes, ef de time mus' come, so I kin say to de fus' white man who comes 'long a-elairnin' me, 'I yi, my larky,' pullin' out my free-papers. But, min' you now, Miss Jemi- my, I do n't want you to be a-thinkin' dat I '11 be a-hopin' fur de time to come so I kin go rippin' an' tearin' 'bout de country, like some no-'count, raggetty, dirty free niggers I 's seed afore now, who, beca'se dey could do what dey pleased, did n't please to do nuthin'. 'T ain't so. I 's sed it afore, an' I '11 say it ag'in, I 'II do what I kin fur my good missus an' my sweet little marster-all a pore nigger kin fur white fblks iil dat way, an' won't neber stop a-doin' it; an' I irean to keep my word." And right willingly did Miss Jemimy according to her faithful servant's wishes, writing it down on a "piece of pa- per," clear and full, not forgetting to take such steps as should make the document good and valid in the eyes of the law. Then, having wrapped it up carefully in a piece of buckskin made water-proof and sweat-proof by bear's-grease 134 B URL. BURL. 135 rubbed in, Burl, with an awl and two wax-ends, sewed it up securely in the crown of his bear-skin cap. And, as the poor fellow was never left behind, there it remained for the rest of his days, with never a hope that he might some day have occasion to use it-never one regret that he had not accepted at once the priceless blessing it offered. Gbapter XVI. How BIG BLACK BurL FIGURED ON- TIE PEACE-PATH. IT were long, and needless too, to tell of every thing that happened in and around our little fort during the fbrt- night the young Indian remained a captive amiong the Whites. Captive, however, we should hardly call him, since he was left entirely at liberty to go whithersoever lie chose; and there was nothing to hinder him from walking back to Chillicothe, his home, whenever the humor might seize him, except a nice sense of honor and a crippled arm. Every morning, after he had cheered his solitude with a pi)ipe of tobacco, Kumshakah-for that was the young Indian's name -accompanied by Bushie, would go and present himself at Mrs. Reynolds's door, that, according to her express desire, he might have his wound dressed. Though grave and re- served in his demeanor toward every one else, Kumshakah could show himself talkative and affable enough when alone with Shekee-thepatee (" Little Raccoon "), as lie called his lit- tle white friend Bushie. For hours together would these two loving chums-for such they soon became-keep up a lively, confidential interchange of thought and sentiment, each in his own language, and evidently quite as much to the oth- er's entertainment as to his own satisfaction, which was rather remarkable, seeing that neither understood a word the other was saying. The other children of the fort, hold- ing the red stranger in too great awe and dread to trust themselves within his reach, would watch the two with sharp curiosity from a distance, admiring and envying the courage (13a) BURL. 137 and easy assurance with which their playfellow could rub against so terrible a creature as a skin-clad, feather-crested Indian warrior, who was always whittling with his scalping- k nife. Every day the pair would take a long ramble into the forest, in the course of which they never failed to go or come by the corn-field, where Big Black Burl-his feet in the peace-path, his lwad in his peace-cap, his heart in his peace- song-was tickling the fat ribs of mother earth with a plow, to make her laugh with johnny-cakes and pumpkin-pies for his little master. Kumsihakah had given his big black friend also a new name, Mish-mugvwa ("Big Bear"); the title being suggested, no doubt, by the Fighting Nigger's bear-skin rigging no less than by his size, color, and strength. Always on catching his first glimnpse of them, where side by side they sat on the topmost rail of the fence, Mish-mugwa would cut short his singing and send forward his wonted sallutation, "I yi, you dogs!" Not failing at such times to discover that old "Corny" was sweating and would like to blow awhile, our black Cincinnatus would run his plow into a shady corner, and, likewiisC taking his seat on the fence, square himself for a little edifying conversation. These visits were the white spots in the day to Burl. Apart from the pretext they gave him of resting from his work, they afforded him an opportunity of airing his achieve- ments as a hunter, and his exploits as a warrior-i. e., of hearing himself talk. As the young Indian understood not a word of what was said to him, he had but to sit and listen, which he would do with grave and decorous attention, com- pcsedly smoking his pipe the while, with his bright eyes fixed on the distant green or blue before him. Once fairly going on this strain, the Fighting Nigger would never stop until he had made a squeezed lemon of every red "varmint" whvse " top-knot" he had to show for proof and trophy of his 138 BURL. prowess, winding up with a careful enumeration of all the scalps he had ever taken, telling them slowly off on his fingers, that his Indian guest might take a note of it, if so minded. Often, before our big black Munchausen had blown his fill, our little white Munchausen, fired by the illustrious example of his pattern, would come gallantly dashing in, to give his exploits and achievements a little airing likewise. He had cauight with alarming aptitude his pattern's invent- iveness and proneness to exaggeration; so that, before let- ting them go, his dogs and cats were sure to swell into wolves and panthers, his garter-snakes into rattlesnakes, his bel- lowing bull-frogs into roaring buffalo-bulls, and his white calves, seen in the dark, into "ghostises." Nor was Burl unwilling to listen; for, though so fond of talking himself, and so good a talker too, he was one of the best listeners in the world. This trait will seem the more commendable in our hero w-hen we reflect how rarely we find the good talker and the good listener conjoined-more rarely, indeed, than the good talker and the exemplar of every Christian virtue; so rarely, in flct, that we marvel so Iew of the good talkers have made the discovery for themselves. So to these sallies of his "little man" Burl would listen with indulgent, con- descending attention, or with a broad grin of mingled inere- dlality and admiration; expressing the latter sentiment by such exclamations as " I yi!" "Oho!" "U-gooh!" "Hoo- weep!'" [with a whistle]; the former sentiment by such in- terrogative phrases as, "See here now!" "Ain't you lettin' on" "Ain't de little man gwine leetle too fur jes' dar" "Had n't -my little man better rein up his horses now" -just by way of keeping his juvenile imitator in the beaten track of the impossible, within the orthodox limits of the marvelous. Thus seated side by side, on the top of the scraggy coru- field fence, would these three worthies, so strikingly different B URL. 139 one from the other, while away the warm summer hours; often, too, long after old Cornwallis, there dozing so content- edly in the shade of the over-leaning wood, had dried off and recovered the breath he had not lost. Perhaps, at such tinies, instead of keeping his eyes on some invisible point in the atinesphere, Kumshakah would be employing them and his hiands in the fiashioninig of two pipes-one of black stone, the other of Tahiti stone. On the bowl of the white stone pipe he carved the figure of a little raccoon, oin the bowl of the black stone pipe the figure of a big bear-both pipes neatly executed, and the two figures passable likenesses. Wheii he had finished the pipes, and fitted to them stems, handsomely ornamented with the feathers of birds, Kum- shakah presented the black pipe to Mish-mugwa, the white pipe to Shekee-thepatee, and to the infinite delight of both; of Bushie, chiefly because lhe saw in his a token of his red friend's love; of Burl, chiefly because he saw in his the only thing lacking to give completeness to his martial rigging-a war-pipe. All this time Grumbo maintained toward every one, not even excepting his master, a grim, severe reserve-keeping much alone, seldom indulging in cooked meat, more seldom still in raw, and never tasting his corn-dodgers. The red barbarian, in particular, he regarded with an evil eve-hold- ing him in worse and worse odor, as the rest received him into higher and higher favor. Time and again did the cap- tain essay to explain to his lieutenant how matters stood be tween them and their prisoner, hut in vain. With that con- sistency of mind and fixedness of purpose for which he was remarkable, our canine hero stubbornly persisted in making it manifest that he was not a dog to be whistled, rubbed, and patted into winking at a measure so lax as that of allowing a red " varmint" to run at large in their midst, without even so much as a block and chain to hamper the freedom of his movements, or some sign to bespeak his inferiority to men and dogs. Perhaps, like some perverse people we have known, Grumbo took particular delight in being unsatisfac- tory to every one but himself. Or, perhaps by the observ- suce of this policy le nieant to reproach his renegade leader for sufferingg himself to be so easily led away from the or- thodox faith in which they had lived so lon, and happily together, and ha(I acted in such harmonious concert. Per- haps, too, it was meant as a warning that unless he should be given some assurance that business should hereafter be done up in the regular, scientific way, he would break with the captain altogether, and attach himself to the fortunes of some other leader, more consistent and better fitted to com- mand, and who should have a more just appreciation of what was due a brave and faithful follower. But our four-footed hero, like many a two-footed hero we have read of, was doomed in his day and generation to be misunderstood, unappreciated, maligned, neglected. As us- ual in such cases, the result was a total upsetting in the mind of the injured one of all orthodox notions of human nature and the eternal fitness of things. I should hardly express myself so boldly were I not backed by the testimo- ny of some of Grumbo's own contemporaries, by whom I have been informed that, a few weeks after the events I am relating, his dogship renounced human society and a mixed diet altogether, and withdrawing himself from the pale of the civilized world to the solitudes of the forest, there, for the rest of his days, lived the life of a misanthropic hermit. According to other contemporaneous testimony, however, no less deserving our serious consideration, an ebony monster, with a woolly head and flat nose, but walking erect on two legs, and in other respects bearing a striking resemblance to man, had something to do with the mysterious disappearance of our canine hero from the theater of human action. Moved 140 B U RL. B IT EL. 141 with envy and spite at beholding the Fighting Nigger's re- nown and at hearing his praises in the popular mouth, and itching to inflict upon the object thereof the greatest possible injury he could, with the least possible risk to himself, this ebony monster secretly, and in the most dastardly manner, poisoned the heroic Grumbo-thus cutting short his career of glory in the very prime and flower of his doghood. Be all this as it may, of one thing we are sure, that after that ever-to-be-remembered first of June, 1789, never was the war-dog seen again on the war-pathM with Captain Reynolds, the Fighting Nigger, the Big Black Brave with a Bushy Head, Mlish-mugwa. It was a beautiful Sabbath morning "in the leafy month of June." Blue and sunny and loving hung the sky above the dark, green, perilous wilderness, where our pioneer fa- thers, in daily jeopardy of their lives, were struggling to secure fior themselves and their children after them a home in the land so highly favored by Heaven. That morning, on presenting himself at MNrs. Reynolds's door, Kumnshakah was pronounced by the good woman to be healed of his wound, and told that he might now depart in peace to his own land and people. With a sorrowful face Burl took down the young Indian's rifle from where it had lain with the others in the rifle-hooks against his cabin wall, and having cleaned and loaded it with care, returned it to its owner, along with his px)vder- horn and ammunition-pouch, liberally re6nforced with am- munition from his own store. Then he arrayed himsel;- from top to toe in his martial rigging, proposing, as it wal Sunday, to escort his captive guest some miles into the wi!- derness, till he had seen him safe across the border. Hav- ing, through Burl's influence, gained his mother's permis- sion to accompany them, Bushie, likewise in honor of the occasion, had put on a clean homespun cotton shirt and a 142 BuRL. pair of buckskin moccasins, which, with the eagle feathers in his coon-skinl cap and his white stone pipe worn toma- hawk-wise in his girdle, lent him quite a holiday appearance. All being ready, the three then went to Mrs. Reynolds's door, that Kunishakah might bid farewell to his kind hostess. "Farewell, Kumshakah," said the good woman, extend-: ing her hand. " May the Great Father of us all, whom you call the Great Spirit, have you now and have you ever in his holy keeping, and reward you according to your wondrous kindness to my poor helpless boy in his hour of need." With deep respect the young brave approached and took the proffered hand, which, with delicate emphasis, be shook just once, and there was a shining in his bright, wild eyes, as eloquent of gratitude as had it been the glistening of a tear. In further answer to her words, the purport whereof he had read in her face and voice, he made a brief speech in his own language, which, spoken in tones deep, melodi- ous, and earnest, and delivered with singular grace and dig- nity, ever after lived in the white mother's remembrance like a strain of music, which, though unintelligible to the ear, is understood and echoed by the heart. Then the young Indian turned and, followed by Burl and Bushie, walked slowly and thoughtfully away. As side by side they pursued their tramp through the green entanglements of the forest, the black hunter was far less talkative than usual, and the red hunter scarcely spoke at all, though, Indian-like, listening with respectful attention whenever his companion seemed to be addressing him in particular. But, as if rcserving all his regrets for the part- ing moment, Bushie-now mounted on Burl's shoulder, now walking hand in hand with Kumshakah-kept up a lively prattle which never ceased, and to which the others listened with pleased ears. Sometimes, while riding aloft, he would BURL. 143 amuse himself by catching at the slender, pliant branches of the trees brought within his reach, which he would draw after him as far as he could bend them, then letting them fly back, leave them swinging to and fro. At length, as if this amusement had suggested it to his mind, the boy struck up a cadence from one of Burl's songs, singing in a clear, piping voice: An' de jay-bird flew away- I)e jay-bird flew away- An' lef' de lim' a-swingin'- a -swin-in'. "Mus' n't sing sich songs on Sunday, Bushie-sing hymns on Sunday. So, j'ine in wid me an' help me sing Caneyan's Happy Sho' for Kumshy, pore Kumshy, who 's gwine to leabe us, neber to come no mo'. It '11 do him good." So, joining their voices, they sung a simple hymn which, with a plaintive melody expressive of yearning, had for its burden the following words: O dat will be joyful, joyful, joyful, o dat will be joyful, to meet to part no more; To meet to part no more, On Cancyan's happy shore; An' dar we 'll meet at Jesus' feet, An' meet to part no more. At noon they reached the spot where, a fortnight before, Kumshakah brought down the eagle, which, stripped of its plumage and still bleeding, Burl had found on the trail a few hours after. Here a spring of clear, cool, sparkling water gurgled out from underneath a moss-grown rock in the hill-side, and here they halted. They quenched their thirst from the spring, then seating themselves on the moss- grown trunk of a fallen tree that lay near by, Burl and Kumshakah lighted their pipes and sat for many minutes smoking in thoughtful, even melancholy, silence. For, strange as it may seem, though neither had spoken a word 144 BU R L. intelligible to the other since the beginning of their acquaint- ance, a decided and cordial friendship had sprung up be- tween the Fighting Nigger and his Indian captive, inso- much that they were now very loath to part. But the feeling which had arisen between the young Indian and the little white boy was of a far more tender nature, each be- holding in the other the preserver of his life, and with a mutual gratitude heightened by mutual admiration. Such is the power of instinct, which can discover what words might try to reveal and fail. Their pipes smoked out, they broke their fast on some jerked venison and buttered john- ny-cakes, which Burl, hospitable to the last, had brought along in his hunting-pouch. By the time they had finished their simple repast and smoked another pipe, the forest shadows had slowly shifted round from west to east, and were now beginning perceptibly to lengthen, admonishing them that the hour was come when they must part and go their separate ways. But something more remained yet to be done. Taking the white stone pipe which he had carved for Shekee-the- patee and filling its virgin bowl with tobacco, Kumshakah lighted it, and slowly, with great solemnity, drew a few whiffs therefrom, then offered it to Mish-mugwa. This the young Indian did in token of his earnest wish that the peace and friendship now existing between them should endure from that day forth, let come what might, and that the sentiment, thus-consecrated, should be cherished as in some sort a solemn and religious duty. Poor Burl did not know that Indians had any ceremonies at all; nor, until his ac- quaintance with Kumshakah, that they had any thing in common with the human race, excepting the art of fight- ing, and, to a limited degree, as it seemed to him, the power of speech. So, till he had gone home that night and told the white hunters of the circumstance, he could but vaguely guess at the sentiment to which this simple ceremony of smoking the peace-pipe gave expression. Nevertheless, with that facility at entering, for the time being, into the feel- ins, thoughts, and ways of others peculiar to his race, and which is due to self-unconscious imitation rather than to self-determined adaptability, Mish-mugwa took the proffered symibol of peace and friendslhip, and with a solemnity that would have seenmed ludicrous to any one but a black man or a rcd mail, gave just as many whiffs as he had seen Kum- shakah give, then, with the air of one who knew as well as anybody what he was doing, returned the pipe to Kumsha- kab. The peace-pipe emptied of its ashes and returned to its owner, the yomung brave rose at once and silently extended his band. Burl seized it with a huge, devouring grip that would halve made any one but an Indian wince, and with a big, round,- stag-like tear in either big, round, ox-like eye, thus bid farewell: "Good-by, Kunmshy. Do good Lord go wid you all yo' days. Come an' see us ag'in-M3iss Jemi- my an' Eish v-muggy an' Sheky-depatty; 'Mishy-muggy's me, you know, an' Shekv-depatty 's Bushie. Come an' see us all ag,'in. Good-by." Then going up to Bushie, Kumshakali shook him, like- wise, by the hand; the dear little fellow, without saying a word, gazing up wistfully into the young Indian's face, his blue eyes brimming over with tears. But when lie saw his red friend going at last, then did the affectionate Shekee- thepatee lift tup his voice and weep aloud. "Come back, Kumnshakah!" he cried; "come back, and live with us, and never leave us, Kum.hakah!" The young Indian wheeled about and returned, took the chubby hand again in his, and with tender gravity shook it gently, very gently. As he did so, a mistiness came over his bright, wild eves, which, when he had turned again to 10 l]U LX. 14-t) 146 BURL. go, must-if ever Indian warrior weeps-have gathered into a tear. With wistful eyes, Burl and Bushie followed the swiftly receding form of their red friend, who never turned to look at them till he had gained the crest of a distant hill to the north. Here he faced about and remained for many moments gazing back at them; his graceful figure, his wild dress, and his rifle in sharp relief against a patch of blue sky, gleaming through an opening in the forest beyond. In final farewell Burl waved his cap. Kumshakah answered with a wide wave of the hand; then, turning, quickly vanished be- hind the hill, to be seen no more. With sorrowful hearts, Burl and Bushie turned likewise, and retraced their steps to Fort Reynolds. From that day forward, never again did Captain Rey- nolds, the Fighting Nigger, the Big Black Brave with a Bushy Head, Mish-mugwa, lay the bloody hand on the scalp- lock of a fallen foe. Chapter XVII. HOW TIHE GLORY or His RAcE FIGURED IN His RISING. L ISTKEN' There lived an Indian-a sachem of the powerful Land warlike Shawnees; an Indian who loved his wild people, his wild hlnd, and his wild freedom dearer than his life, and for their defense and weal he labored and fought and died. WXhy and how, and to what end-listen! The sacheni looked around him. He saw his people, wasted to but the shadow of what they once were, slowly moving toward the setting sun. lie saw them at deadly strife one with another-tribe with tribe, and kindred with kindred. He marked how they were falling away from the sober lives and pure faith of their fathers, and losing their wild independence in the slothful and corrupting habits of vaagabond existence. He beheld his native wilderness grad- ually waning as from before a slow-approaching, far-extended fire. In terror at the sight, the aninals of the chase,so need- ful to man in the savage state, went flitting by, outstripping his people in their journey toward the setting sun. The sachem looked far forth toward the regions of the rising sun, and there beheld the civilized and powerful white man, whose star of empire was leading him onward in his resistless progress toward the mighty rivers and the boundless plains of the far 'West-the land of the future. The power- fui stranger laid his hand upon the woody hills, and they smoked; he set his foot upon the grassy plains, and they withered. He lifted the hand of violence against the red sons of the forest, and they fled; he breathed upon them, and they (147) 148 BUP.L. became diseased, corrupt, and feeble; he sowed the seeds of strife among them, and straightway they fell to wrangling and warring one with another, more fiercely than ever be- fore; he stretched his long arm over their heads and thrust his terrible sword into the heart of their wilderness, now here, now there, saying: " This pleasant valley is mine, here will I make mnv'dwelling-place; this fertile plain is mine, it shall vield me riches; this broad river is mine, it shall be a' highway L)etwecn my great towns. Then, westward, red man, farther westward; nor think of rest, while you have the setting sun and this fair land before you!" Still onward and westward the white man held his ever-widen- ing, overwhelming course. A little while and the red man should not have in all the green earth where to lay his weary head and say: "This is my home-here dwelt my fathers before me, and here they lie buried; here with them shall I rest when my race is run." The sachem saw all this, and his mighty spirit was stirred within him. "The Shemanols," said the sachem to his people, "have united their seventeen great firest into one, and the union has made them strong and happy. We must profit by the example. I will go forth among the tribes of red men, and by the help of the Great Spirit unite them into one people; make of them a dam to stay the flow of this mighty water, lest it utterly sweep away our forest and cast us like drift- wood, broken and scattered, on the far-off shores beneath the setting sun. 'We have warned the white stranger to come no farther, but have spoken to the winds that hear not; we have entreated him to come no farther, but have prayed to the rocks that feel not. Then, let him come. I see his war- riors in the east, in the south, in the north, and in numbers like the leaves of the forest when rolling and rustling before The Shawnese for Americans. tThe seventeen States' of the Union. BuP.L. 149 the blasts of autumn. Shall the sachem of the Shawnees tremble Shall they say he hated the foe of his race and feared him I too have my warriors, -strong and brave and true; and many a forest and mountain and plain, left us by our fathers, have we still behind us and around us. Then let us stand up like men and defend them. Or, if fall we must, at least then here- where lie our fathers, let us leave our bones to ery out against the destroyer of our race, and our dust to poison the air his children shall breathe. If such must be our fate, it is well. Wahcoudah's will be done! " Then did the sachem gird up his loins and go forth, like a strong man armed for the battle. Verily, it was a vast enterprise, difficult and hazardous-all but hopeless; but his spirit, strong to endure and brave to encounter, rose with it. From the great lakes of the North to the flowery forests of the far South, from the great hills of the East to the grassy plains of the far West, month after month, year after year, from hopeful youth to sober prime, he roamed the wil- derness. Everywhere he called upon his countrymen to cease from warring among themselves and unite their tribes, that as one people they might stand up in the defense of their native land, given them by the Master of Life to be the one home and common possession of them all. To impress their minds with the necessity of such a league he held up before them the example of their white invaders, who had ignited all their "great fires" into one, and in that union had found strength, harmony, and prosperity. He appealed to every sentiment in human nature that can rouse to high and noble purpose-the love of country, of kindred, of freedom, of glory. He flattered their pride with glowing alusions to the antiquity and renown of their race, and by repeating to them their traditions which described them as lhsaving once been the favorite children of the Great Spirit, 150 B UR L. and again to be taken under his peculiar care whenever they should return to the bosom of their ancient brotherhood, and to the sober, simple habits and the pure faith of their fa- thers. He roused-their resentment and the desire of venge- ance by holding utp to them the wrongs wlhich they had stiflfred at the hands of the proud and powerful pale-face, whose lresellce in their midst had grown insupportable, and whose onward prog'-.e;, unless checked at once, would soon become irresistible. Ile threatened them with disgrace, poverty, and ruin-yea, the final extinction of their race, which would assuredly be visited upoIi them, should they ne-lect or delay to profit by his warning. his labors grew upon him, yet wearied him not; disap- ptoiftnlent8 baffled his endeavors, but discouraged him not; difficulties met him at every step, but tulrned him not aside; dangers thickened around him, but daunted him not; unto- ward conjunctures confused and enfeebled his vast scheme, but shook not the constant purpose of his mind; friends dissuaded, rivals opposed, enemies threatened, traitors un- dermined still the heroic sacheni, unshaken, undismayed, unsubdued, maintained his course onward and upward in the high destiny which long years before he had marked out for himself, and liis trust was in the Greit ; Spir it. When he firt set out on his gIreat mission, this wandering patriot of the wilderness found the minds of his countrymen so cowe(l with fear, or so beniumbed with indifference as to their fitte, that there was scarcely a man amiong them all, outside his own near kindred, to lend hiiii an ear, or join him in his self-imnposed, herculean labor. But toward the end, when every hill and valley, plain and forest, river and l:ike of the great North-west had been made to resound full many a year with the echoes of that awakening voice, be- hold the result. Persuaded that their hour of deliverance and vengeance was come at last, thou;sands of the tawny warriors of the wilderness, drawn from the numerous tribes which he had succeeded in uniting, came flocking around him, ready to do his bidding, as one commissioned by the Great Spirit to be their leader and deliverer. Never, since their first landing on the Continent, had the whites beheld arrayed against them, by the energy and power of one mind, a league of the Indian tribes so formidable and wide-spread. That the sachemn was in error, there can of course be no doubt-all are who undertake to withstand the progress of a Christian civilization; but no less certain is it that he erred not because his heart was wrong, but that his mind was unenlightened. And in fair truth, with such limited v iews as to the right and wrong in human motive and ac- titon as the rude, narrow sphere in which his lot was cast enabled him to make, what other course could he in his own judgment have chosen, without dishonor to himself and injury to the people whose weal he most assuredly had ear- nestly at heart. Had his mind-crude as his own wilderness, as vast too, and as fertile and varied-been duly cultivated and enlightened, he would not have viewed the progress of civilization as a destroying flood, against which it behooved him as a patriot to array his people, lest thereby they be swept away from the earth. Rather would he have per- ceived that it was a life-giving, beneficent light, into which it was his highest duty, as a lover of the great brotherhood of man, to lead his people, that with it they might spread themselves over the earth, and in it grow strong and pros- perous and happy. During all this time, though his labors were of a nature to keep the wrongs and woes of his people and the power and pride of their white oppressors continually fresh in his mind, never did the savage hero lift the hand of violence against the aged, the helpless, or the unarmed. To his m:ngnaniimous spirit, Indian heathen though he was, the BusRL . 151 152 BURL. captive was a sacred trust, and many a man of the hated race, thrown by the chances of war within their direful grasp, did he rescue from horrible death at the hands of his injured and exasperated countrymen. The booty taken by his hands from the whites in their raids across the border was immense; but the spoils of war, though he might well have claimed the lion's share, he left, with magnificent gen- erosity, to his followers-the glory of war being all that a true hero could covet. In his habits of life the sachein was abstemious even to austerity, yet frank and popular in his manners, entering heartily into the rude amusements and athletic sports of his people. In the latter, such was his strength and activity of body, lhe rarely met his equal; and in hunting and wood-craft he was, even in the eyes of his hunter-race, a marvel of skill and address. Hle was the very soul of in- tegrity and truth; and though born of a race proverbial for cunning and craft, he was of a nature singularly frank and straightforward, as lie showed by the boldness and openness with which he was accustomed, even in the presence of his enemies, to acknowledge and discuss his great project. As a warrior-chieftain, he stands unrivaled in the barba- rouls traditions of his race, and as an orator, with scarcely a superior. His oratory was of the highest order, inasmuch r.s it was the outgrowth of a great intellect, active, power- fil, and wide-grasping in its operations, and the outpouring of a mighty spirit, deep and earnest, pure and generous, and often sublimle in its emotions. Whenever he made the great mission of, his life the theme of his declamations-and he took every suitable oceasion for doing so-let his listeners lie friends or foes, his appearance, at all times striking and prepc. sessing in the extreme, became as that of one inspired. His ample chest expanded with noble feeling; every gesture of his hand, every movOement and posture of his command- ing form, grew eloquent with meaning. Unmasked of its habitual cast of reserve, his handsome face, clear, strong, end firm in its lines, yet flexible in its play of muscle and feature, reflected with mirror-like distinctness the passing cemotions of his heart. His eve, eagle-like in its unflinch- ing brightness, flashed forth the lightnings of the fiery and haughty spirit within. Language, direct in its unstudied siniplicity, graphic and vigorous, and glowing with the thoughts and images of a luminous though unpolished mind, flowed from his lips majestic and resistless. Added to all was that awakening voice whose echoes had so long re- sounded through the great North-west. 'Now it rang out, stern, abrupt, imperious, like the call of a trumpet to battle; now softened down to tones broken, tender, and pitying as those of a bereaved father sorrowi-ig over his hapless .chil- dren; then, as visions of the utter extinction of his race would break upoli his prophetic soul, it would come wailing out like the de-spairing cry of a Hebrew prophet lamenting the impending desolation of Zion. Such was Tecumseh. Thus he lived, this Indian Hanni- bal; thus he rose, this Glory of his Race. BUR gL . 153 9hapter XVIII. HoW THE EAGLE AND TIHE LION AND THE BIG BEAR FIGURED IN THlE GR.EAT NORTII-WEST. T OWARD the close of a hazy October day, in the year 11813, two small armies might have been seen, and ac- cording to history were seen, moving along the banks of the river Thames. Not the Thames which, after winding among the pleasure-grounds of the English gentry and through the great city of London, under ever so many bridges, emptied its waters into the German Ocean; but the Thames which, after winding among the forest-slopes of Canada West and through or by no cities at all, nor under any bridges what- ever, discharged its waters into Lake St. Clair. So, along the Canadian Thames, at the time just named, two small armies were to be seen, each measuring ground with un- common expedition; the foremost hurriedly, being in loose retreat; the hindmost rapidly, being in tight pursuit. Over the van of the retreating army ungallantly dangled the crimson, lion-emblazoned banner of the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Ireland; over the van of the pursuing army gallantly waved the tri-colored, star-emblazoned, eagle- capped flag of the United States of America. The Second War between Great Britain and the United States had now been going on for many a tedious month; sometimes languidly, sometimes spasmodically, never ener- getically. Like a slow, dull fever, it had wasted and enfee- bled the two countrics without redounding more to the profit of thie one than to the glory of the other; and the glory being (1.34) too scant to be divided between them, they wisely left the crimson fog to the humor of the winds. How the winds disposed of it, the world has never heard. And the great Indian sachem had become the ally of the little English king. And why Because the little English kin,, and his rich people had promised the great Indian stiehem and hiis poor people to restore to them their heredi- tary hands if they would take up the hatchet and help their great father-the little English king-to wrest the lands in question from the Americans, the children who had behaved sol unbecomingly to the great father thirty-seven years be- fore. The hereditary lands in question were in fact but the disputed territory, the principal cause of the contests be- tween the two white powers, hence not so much to be viewed as a lost inheritance to be restored to the rightful owners as a prize to be secured by the rival claimants. John Bull said, "It is mine, because I took it from the French;" Brother Jonathan said, "It is mine, because I took it from the English;" while neither party gave any heed to the poor Indian, who never ceased saying-, "It is mine, because nmv fathers gave it to me, and the Great Spirit gave it to my fathers." A hard, hard necessity must it have been which could have forced the poor, hunted wanderers of the wilderness to fly for refuge and protection from the talons and beak of the eagle to the claws and teeth of the lion. It was but a change, and made with but little hope of its being for the better. None saw this more clearly, felt it more deeply, than the sagacious Tecumseh; and his proud spirit groaned under the humiliating thought that-after all he and his war- riors were not viewed as allies having an equal interest in the result of the struggle going on, but rather as instru- ments merely, which might be made useful to the purpose in hand, then dropped. To u-se his own expression: "They B USA . 151. were but a pack of starved hounds, hallooed upon the Amer- icans by the English." Along the Northern lakes and rivers full many a battle had been fought-on a small scale, it is true, but bloody ..nd ugly enough, especially to the Americans, who up to this time had usually been the worsted party. But now the fortunes of war were beginning to turn in our favor. Perry had won his brilliant little naval victory over the En(ilish fleet on Lake Erie, and bad written to the Secre- tary of the Navy with Cin-sar-like conciseness: "We have met the enemy, and they are ours!" B-' land, too, the British had been met and beaten back at every point, till now they were without a foothold on the disputed territory- the hereditary lands. But, true to himself, true to the now quite hopeless cause for which he had labored and fought so long, the magnani- mous sachem still kept his faith with the great father un- broken and inviolable, while the great father was immensely less concerned that he had failed to reslore the hereditary lands to his red allies than that he had failed to wrest the disputed territory fromn his white enemies. So the little English king Went on sipping his dainty wines in his marble palace over yonder on the other side of the globe, and took no further thought of the great Indian sachem who was breaking his heart over here in the wilderness of America, as true to his ally as had he been a Christian, baptized by an apostolic successor into the Church of England. But to make another start toward the end of our store. The English people, like the majority of mankind, are a good enough people in a general way, and in a general way, like those of most nations, their soldiers arc brave enough. Gtood people, yet they have had their bad rulers-the great father, for example; and their brave soldiers have had their cowardly leaders-;Ibr example, General Proctor; concern- 156 BU.R L . B UR, L. 157 ing whom we must now say something-a very little; the least possible. Having with unsoldierly dispatch cleared his red skirts of the disputed territory, grown at least too hot for comfort, this Proctor-a fat poltroon-was now in hurried retreat through the forest-wilds of Canada Wirest, at the head, not the rear, of an anny composed of about nine hundred Brit- ish regulars and two thousand Indian allies under the lead- ership of Tecumseh. On, in swift pursuit, with a stretch of about a half day's march between, came General Harrison- a gaunt hero-at the head, not the rear, of an army consist- ing of two companies of United States regulars and about three thousand volunteers, nearly all of whom were tall, stalwart Kentuckians, under the leadership of General Shel- by, the venerable Governor of Kentucky. No Indian allies. In the van of the pursuing army, at the head of his regi- ment of mounted riflemen, one thousand strong, the very flower of green Kentucky's chivalry, rode Colonel Richard M. Johnson, afterward made Vice-president of the United States by his grateful countrymen, because - rumpsey- dumpsey-Dick had killed Tecumseh. And there in the van, at the head of his company of mounted riflemen, mounted on a splendid Kentucky bay, and rigged out in his dashing backwoods uniform, rode Captain Bushrod Reynolds, whom we left twenty-four years ago in the Paradise a sturdy urchin of nine, and still a can- didate for breeches and boots. Yes, there he rode, a tall, athletic man, in the prime of his days, frank-faced, clear- eyed, bold-browed, and with a nose that had gradually ripened from the pug into the Roman, as he had ripened in years and experience, just as we predicted when drawing his portrait where he sat on the topmost rail of a scraggy worm-fence, watching the squirrels and crows. Nor was it less true that he had become a married man and a man of family, and a captain too-all pretty much as the far-seeing Burl had prophesied at the same early period. At present, however, having been married but a year, his family was small. For, since reaching the stature and years of manhood, Busshrod Reynolds had spent many years in the great North-west, where as an Indian-trader he had pushed his fortunes with great energy and success, yet with clean hands, never in all the time selling or bartering a sin- gle gallon of whisky to the Indians-a virtue quite rare, we fear, in Indian-traders, and one for which he was highly commended by Teeutinseh himself, who never drank any thing but water. The address, prudence, and integrity he displayed in this vocation had attracted the notice of Gen- eral Harrison, then Governor of the North-west Territory, through whose influence the young Kentuckian received the appointment of United States Indian Agent in that quarter. Here again lie had acquitted himself in the same clean-handed manner, never touching a dollar of the money intrusted to him, saving so far as officially au- thorized. And there, conspicuous among the camp-followers, with a fund of good humor and laughter rich enough to keep the whole rear of the army in spirits, even when cut down to short rations and pushed to long marches-there, gigantic as life and shaggy with bear-skin from top to toe, was our old friend Big Black Burl-Cap'n Rennuls, the Fighting Nigger, the Big Black Brave with a Bushy Head, Mish- mugwa-whom we left twenty-four years ago in the Para- dise, treading with unmoccasined feet the peace-path, and filling the resounding woods from morning till night with the echoes of his peace-songs. Yes, as gigantic as life, and still as jolly as gigantic, with never a regret in all these years of servile toil that lie had sewed it up in his bear-skin cap instead of accepting at once the priceless blessing which 158 B3 U irL. BURL. 159 his good mistress, in the unspeakable gratitude of her moth- er's heart, had bidden him to take as his forever. Time and the world had evidently dealt kindly by our hbero, the ebony smoothness of his wide-snouted mug un- furrowed as yet by those lines of care and thought we so often find disfiguring the faces of Shem and Japheth, nor grizzled yet his fleecy locks, although he had left his fiftieth year behind him-an age when the heads of most men begin to whiten under the snows of life's winter. For all that, though they may not have brought him wrinkles and whit- ened hIs locks, the passing years had brought hinm wisdom and whitened the color of his thoughts, once . so crimson. In proof whereof, lie had long since taken unto himself a wife, and was now the father of a large family of large chil- dren. In further proof, lie had long since left off fighting and gone to preaching, there being now in the Paradise more black sinners to be mended than red heathen to be demol- ished; more friueds to be led across the Jordan than foes to be driven across the Ohio. Preaching, in a general way, is a good thing, and, in a particular way, to him who loves to hear himself talk, a pleasant thing, and if he talks well, rather pleasant to oth- ers. Now, the Fighting Nigger loved to hear himself talk, but unlike many-too many-inflicted with that infirmity he talked well, as we have had frequent occasion to notice; while again, unlike the majority of the few who talk well, lie listened well, which, also, we have once or twice remarked. As his walks through life should lead him no more upon the war-path, and as his color and condition forbade his taking the stump, or appearing at the bar, or sitting in the senate-house, he needs must take to preaching, as the only shift by which he could hope to retain that preeminence among his fellows which his prowess in arms had won for him. Such a calling would give his oratorical powers full scope-a dcsperate revival among the ebony brotherhood, from time to time, with two or three funeral-sermons to each lay brother or lax sister of peculiar sanctity, being just the thing to set them off to the highest advantage. Nor would this be all. While mnaking the great display, he would be (loilir a little good-eastingl brea(l upon the waters, to be found mains davs hence; i. e., spreading the glad tidings of damnation to nearll everybody born to die, and of salvation to a select fesw-just enough to keep the angels from getting lonesome consicuous aong whomn were our good old Abram, .Johln Cal vin, and Burlman Ileynolds. The lucky sect thus reenforced was that once known as the Anti-missionary Baptists, sometimes called the " Ironside Baptists," s-Olletiles the " Hlard -sbell Baptists," having, as is usually the ease with hard esnes, hard names. I use the expression " once known," since, if I mistake not, the order has, in these latter days, deceased; dying of sheer decrepi- tuide, with no weeping mourners around it, being intestate and insolvent, and is now to be numbered with the things that were-an old man's tale, the blunder of an hour. That so broad and warm and genial a nature as that of our hero should have gone for refuge and spiritual comfort to a creed so narrow, cold, and gloomy, admits of no easy explanation; especially when we consider that remarkable clearness of mental vision. which enabled him to see the reason existing in all things; often, too, when a Solomon, or a Socrates, or a Seneca, niight have stared his eves out in trying to see it for himself. But when he took to preaching, he was dwell- ing in the midst of a Hard-shell community; and, perhaps, like the overwhelming, majority of mankind, from enlight- ened to savage, from Christian to fetich, Burlman Reynolds Since writing the above, the author has learned that, outside of Kentucky, the sect alluded to still exists to some extent in some of the neighboring States. 160 BIf RL.. was but chameleon to his surroundings. Yet,.notwithstand- ing the somber complexion of his new vocation, and the more than somber complexion of his creed, outside of the pqlpit his reverence was as genial, jolly, and joky as the cheeriest, smilingest, comfortingest, most latitudinarian Meth- odist preacher you ever had at your bedside to help you look y our latter end in the face, through the dubious issues of a surprise attack of cramp colic, or an overwhelming on- slauglht of cholera morbus. Indeed, it not unfrequently happens that the human heart is better than the human creed, and the Rev. Burlman Reynolds was wont to square his life by the dictates of his inward monitor rather than by the dogmas of his outward mentor. Many of these dictates he embodied in words, a few of which I shall take the lib- erty of quoting verbatim. Among them are some of his religious opinions, which will be found to have a somewhat latitudinarian smack, as is often the ease where the heart is better than the creed: "Dar 's reason in all things, ef dar 's reason in people." " Baptizin' won't do you no good, onless you let it wash you clean all ober, an' keep you clean foreber." " Ef a pusson wants to be a Chrischun jes' about in spots, w'y, den sprinklin' will do; but ef he wants to be a Chrischun all ober, he mus' go clean under an' make a soaker uf it." " De Lord ain't gwine to lub you much, onless you lub yo' neighbor." "Do n't tickle vo'se'f a-thinkin' you 'll eber be a angel up dar, onless you 's been a good S'mar'tan here." " De Lord help dem to 'lect dem. who helps to 'lect dem- selves." "Do n't you think, beca'se you 's got a leetle grace, you kin do what you please in dis wor", den say yo' jira'rs be- fo' you die an' go right straight to heaben. G' long wid sich grace!" 11 BURL,. 161 " Whar 's de use an' de sense uf a pusson's bein' mizzible an' out uf sorts when he 's 'live an' ain't a-sufferin', an' got a good home to go to when it 's all ober Git out!" Less elegant in manner, it may be, but quite as good, we think, in matter, as many a saw and dogma that have been flung at our foolish world, time out of mind. We have more than once paralleled our hero, in his pas- sion for martial renown, to Alexander the Great, Napoleon the Great, and Mumbo Jumbo the Great. Somewhat sin- gular to say, the parallel does not stop with this point of common resemblance. According to MNr. Abbott's inter- minable eulogy-M1r. Abbott was an American and a cler- gyman, consequently a Republican and a Christian-the hero of the Russian Campaign, of Waterloo, etc., after his retirement to the Rock, became deeply interested in theolo- gy, fighting being no longer a pastime he could indulge in unless by pugilistic assault on the British guards, which, contrary to his past experience, would have been entirely at his own expense, hence uncomfortable. And here we find him talking so well-this grand disturber of the world's peace-so profoundly, so beautifully, so reverently, of the Prince of Peace, that we cannot help wondering why he had never allowed some evidence of his religious sentiments to appear in his actions, when he stood so conspicuous before the world, and such a display would have redounded so vastly to his credit-made him "the Washington of worlds betrayed." As respects Alexander, the parallel still shows a shadow, though over the left. The Fighting Nigger, upon retiring from his war-path, tried his best to do the godly thing, and made his Christian convictions manifest in the life he wished to live. Alexander, on retiring from his great war-path, tried to do the godlike thing, and made his heathenish hal- lucinations manifest in the death he did n't wish to die. B URL. 162 As to the third worthy in our list, I cannot continue the parallel with due regard to facts, the imagination of the historian having thrown as yet no light on the latter days Qf the great MTumbo Jumbo. But that the parallel should be found to hold good to the last degree of coincidence, may safelv be inferred from what the lights of our age have been telling us for the last forty years-of the latent saint inher- ent in the nature of ebony, from Ham, the favorite son of Noah, down to Uncle Tom, the best man that ever lived. But to return and make a third start toward the end of our story. When he heard that his young master had re- ceived a captaincy in the Johnson regiment. of mounted riflemen-the finest regiment, by the way, that figured in the Second War-Big Black Burl felt his heart beginning to glow with the martial ardor of his younger days. But whlen he saw the Young captain, where, in the broad green nieadow in front of the house, he was drilling his company, all mounted on fine horses and arrayed in their gallant back- woods uniforms, then did lB riman Reynolds feel the Fighting Xigger rising rampant within him, insomuch that he could not endure the thought of being left behind. So he made an earnest petition to his master to be allowed to go along, just to groom the "Cap'n's horse," to clean the "Cap'n's gun," and to see that the " Cap'n always got plenty to eat- mo' dan his dry rations-a squirrel, or a partridge, or eben a fit buck. which he an' Betsy Grumbo would take a de- light in providin' fur him." And to humor the good old fellow, Captain Reynolds bid him go and don his bear-skin rigging, shoulder Betsy Grumbo, mount young Cornwallis, and take his l)lace in the ranks of war. But here we are at the end of our chapter, and not a word of the figure the Eig Bear made in the great North-west. This, though, amounts to but little-the omission amounting to nothing. BURXL. 163 Chapter XIX. How BIG BLACK BURL FI;URED AT TIHE DEAThI-STAKE. B URL had made it his habit, whenever the army halted and pitched tent for the nidht, to shoulder his rifle and take a solitary turn through the neighboring woods, if haply he might not bring down a squirrel, or a partridge, or it might be a fat buck, that the " Cap'n " might have some- thing juicy and savory wherewith to season and reenforce his sometimes scanty and never very palatable rations. But toward the close of this hazy October day, already thrice alluded to, when the army had eneamped for the night, the humor, as luck would have it, seized Captain Reynolds to accompany his trusty forager in the accustomed evening hunt. So they set out together, and had not penetrated a mile into the forest to the northward, when on coming to a bushy dell they had the good fortune to start a fine buck, which Captain Reynolds brotiivht down and had Burl to shoulder, proposing to take it whole to camp, that he might share it with his men. Hardly had they turned to retrace their steps, when suddenly, before Reynolds could reload his gun, or Burl disencumber himself of the buck, they found themselves completely surrounded by at least a dozen savages, who, hovering about the enemy's van, had spied the stragglers and laid in ambuscade to capture them, though all lut within rifle-range of the American pickets. Takei: by surprise, and outnumbered two to one, any attempt at r(sjstanee or escape would have been instant death. So they surrendered at cnee, and quietly suffered themselves to be 164) B URLL. 16 stripped of their arms and accouterments, which being done in a twinkling, they were swiftly borne off through the woods. The audacious savages, having made two or three circuits to avoid the American outpost, set their faces due north-'ast, then pursuel their course without swerving to right or left. Tle sun wVent down, the moon came uip, on those Canadian wills. Ever and arnon, as swiftly held they onward, other Indians, singly or in squads, would fall into the file, gliding from out the mingled gloom of forest shade and night, as .i!ddenlv and silently as the shapes which flit through troubled dreams. Among these, by and by, appeared a warrior of gigantic stature, who putting himself at the head of the file, stalked on a little in advance, and seemed to be their leader. Captain Reynolds now felt convinced that they had fallen into the hands of some of Teetumseh's scouts, through whom that vigilant leader kept himself continually informed of the enemy's movements, if, peradventure, at some moment he miight find them off their guard, either to be drawn into an ambuscade by day or surprised in camp by night. UnI. swervingly due north-east the night-marchers held their course for several miles, the warrior gliding on before them, like a gigantic specter there to lead them over the shadowy borders of another world. So it seemed to Burl, who felt his spirit strangely troubled within him whenever an open- ing through the forest, letting in the hazy glimmer of the moon, brought that huge bulk less vaguely before his eyes; and once in particular, as they neared the summit of a big bald hill, when the warrior for an instant towered in lofty, dim relief against the starry sky. Toward midnight, the party descended from the upland forest into the valley of the Thames, and shortly afterward reached the Indian camp. Here the prisoners were placed in the custody of fresh keep. 166 BURL. ers, and all lay down to rest, stretched out on the ground near one of the numerous camp-fires whN-ich, by this time burning low, shone like great glow-worms along the side of the valley. The dim light of another haze October day was creeping chillily over those fbrest wilds, when a heavy hand shaking him roughly bv the shoulder roused Bioj Black Burl from his slumbers. Scrambuling to his feet, and drowsily looking around him through that foggy confusion of thought and perception through which sons of ebony after a sound sleep needs must pass in getting 1)ack to their waking senses, the black hunter catugdht a broad, vatue view of something which nmade him fancy that lie was still flat of his back on the ground and dreaming of the giant warrior who had led in the night-march. The moment after, more at hiimnself, yet lingering still on the misty borders of nod-land, he fancied that what he saw just there before hint nmust surely be a ghost; and at this horrible thought the negro gave a big start, which brought him by a shorter cut than usual out of his sleep) fog into the clear light of his wide-awake senses. All but within reach of his hand, there stood before him in bodily form that terrible Wyandot giant Black Thunder- that redoubtable warrior whom the Fighting Nigger had so long and fondly fancied he had slain in valiant fight, and his victory over whom he had ever since held up and trump- eted abroad as the crowning glory of all his martial exploits. The recognition was mutual, for never had either seen the other's like but once before, and that, too, under circum- stances which neither was ever likely to forget. If the rec- ognition was mutual, so was the surprise. " U gh!" exclaimed the Indian, as he bent his wild, pan- ther-like eye on the black giant with a look of undisguised astonishment, which gradually darkened into a smile of fe- rocious joy and triumph. "U-gooh!" exclaimed the negro, as he fixed his wild, ox-like eye unflinchingly on the red giant, but with a look of unspeakable amazement, which gradually vanished, leav- ing his face with a cast as impenetrable as black marble. Havingl surveyed his captive from top to toe in exulting silence for some moments, Black Thunder turned abruptly on his heel and strode away, to be seen no more that morn- ing. Burl was still staring after his old acquaintance when his young master, who had with some surprise witnessed the dunmb-show of mutual recognition, came up and inquired what it meant. Burl explained, and having noticed the ugly smile with which lie had been regarded, could not help forebod- ing the terrible faite that must await them if their lives lay at the merey of that revengeful savage whom he had once made bite the dust. Bv this time the allied English and Indian armies were all astir, and the disorderly retreat began afresh, Tecum- sch keepiug his Indian brigade half a mile in the rear of the regulars. Toward the middle of the afternoon the party that had the white prisoners in keeping, having gradually fallen behind the line of march, abruptly turned into the mouth of a dingle which, deep and shadowy, opened gloom- idv into the valley of the Thames. Here, for the first time since morning, our luckless hunters spied Black Thunder, where a little farther within the dingle, as if there in wait- ing for them, he was vehemently, though not loudly, ha- ranguing some fifteen or twenty of his warriors who, clus- tcred in a close red knot before him, were taking in with ravenous ears his every word. Evidently the evil, fore- boded by Burl in the morning, was in some shape near at hand, for a fierce gesture flung toward them from time to time by the speaker, with the vengeful glances of his listen- ers in the s.ame direction, told but too plainly the drift of the harangue. At length, as if to make the surer of their BURXL . 167 Pavage sympathies and give the clinax to his barbarous appeal, Black Thunder suddenly threw back his robe and disclosed to view two scars-a deep and ugly one in the arm, a long and ghastly one athwart the breast. Whereat uprose a chorus of yells expressive not so much of savage sympathy as of savage delight. The moment after, seized and dra- ed to the nearest tree and bound to it hand and foot, with brush-wood to fee(d the devouring, flamnes, heaped up against him to his shoulders, there stood Big Black Burl, a victim doorned to the fiery tortures of the death-stake. Helpless himself, Captain Reynolds could not choose but stand where he was and become a witness of the harrowing spectacle-too harrowing for any Christian eve to behold, even were the victim but the poor dumb brute, wvho has only his howlings to tell of his agrony; but that his affiec- tionate, faithful, brave old Burl should ever have come to a fate so terrible, wrung his heart wvith unspxeakable anguish- anguish the keener, when lie reflected that this had never been but for that verv heroism which, oln a beautifull sum- mer morning in the davs long gone, had wrought deliver- ance to him, a forlorn little captive, and restored him to the. love of a lone and widowed mother. 0 that ever this should be! And the strong man wept, as wept had lie never till that sad dav. "0 Mars'er Bushie! " cried Burl, in a firm, even comfort- ing voice, "do n't you cry for yo' pore ol' nigger. 'T won't be Jong 'fore he '11 be turnin' up all right in de kingdom. Soon or late, we mus' all come to de end uf our journey; an' dis arter all 's but a short cut to glory. Ef you eber slips de clutches uf dese wretches, Mars'er Bushie, an' Jibes to git back home, tell eb'rybodv good-by fur me. Tell Miss Je- nimy her ol' nigger never forgot, de lon-es' day he eher libed, how much she wanted to give him his freedom. An' tell Sinar, my wife, how her ol' man tried to die like a 168 B URL . BURL. 169 Chrischun gwine to glory. An' tell her, too, when de time will come fur her to cross de Jordan water she '11 fin' her ol' man waitin' to meet her on de odder side, wid a cabin snug an' ready, all happy an' safe in de promis' Ian'." Here, as if the closing words had suggested it to his mind, the poor old fellow lifted up his powerful and melodious voice and began singing a sinip)lc nero hymn, which, with a plaintive melody, had fir its burden the following words: An' I hope to gain de prouis' lan', iIIallc-hallelulvali ! An' I lioipe to gain de promis' Ian', Yes, I (1o)! Glory, glory hale-b-alleltiyah! Glory, glory! Yes, I do! The death-pile kindled, the smoke of its burning in dense black volumes enveloped the victim. Linked in a horrible circle around it, whooping and yelling and singing their warlSOwgs, leaping and whirling and dancing their war- dance, clashiing together their hatchets and war-clubs, wav- ing above them the scalps of their foemen, wvent the barba- rians merry as demons. And strong and clear, with never a quaver, still was heard above the confusion the hymning voice of the smoke-hid victin. Bit louder and higher than all, it is coining, ringing from far like the blast of a trumpet -a voice so stern, abrupt, and imperious that forthwith ceases the fiendish fandango. Up dashes a warrior mounted on horseback, leaps to the ground, and now at the death-pile seizes the fagots and scatters them broadcast, stamping upon them with mnoccasined feet to smother the flames till all is extinguished. The savages erst so active and lively-taken aback at his sudden appearance, now stood sullenly huddled together, somewhat apart in the gloom of the dingle. The fire extin- guished, the chieftain-for such his dress and bearing be- 170 BURL. spoke hiffh-wrathfully, scornfully, sternly rebuked them for their unmanlv and barbarous treatment of a defenseless man and a captive. In the course of his experience as trader and agent among the Indians, Captain Reynolds had picked up quite a smat- tering of several Indian tongues, which now enabled him to understand perfectly what the chief was saying. Even had he not been possessed of this knowledge, he could have read- ily followed the diift of the speaker's words by noting his gestures, looks, and the tones of his voice, so distinct and forcible were the!, and so pointed with meanin,. The appearance of this man was prepossessing in the high- est degree, displaying as it did every requisite of mind and bodly that can ennoble and dignify inanly beauty. He stood at the summit of his prinie, his form erect and syimmnetrical, though somnewhat stouter than is usually to be found in men of his race. His bearing was graceful, lofty, and command- ingr; his eve eagle-like in its unflinching brightness; his face, in its European regularity of feature and clearness of out- line, eminently han(Lsome, showing in its lines the energy and intelligence of a great mind, true to itself and to the best impulses of human nature. IHe was dressed in the pe- culiar and picturesque costume of his people, made magnifi- cent by fineness of material and the richness of decoration. Besides the usual Indian weapons, all of polished steel and silver-mounted, he wore a handsomely hilted English broad- svword, though less as an ornament than as a badge of rank, or mark of distinction. Word having reached him that Black Thunder and his party had fallen behind the line of march, and to what bloody-minded intent their whoops and yells, heard in that direction, plainly enough attested, the chief, prompt to the idll of humanity, had galloped back, as just described, tb arrest and rebuke a proeedsling so inhuman and so unwar- B URL. rior-like. His rebuke ended, he turned to take a look at the prisoner whom be had -rescued from the flames, but of whom he had as yet seen nothing, the smiokc at the moment of his coming up still hovering heavily over the death- pile. The Big Black Brave with a Bushy Head still stood bound to the tree, yet without the mark or even the smell of fire upon his person, excepting a slight singeing. of his fleecy locks and bear-skin cap, not to mention a smart water- inD at the eves, the effect of the smoke. Ah-smoke! I find that I have unwittingly made an important omission, for which I owe you an apology, kind and sympathetic read- er. I should have told you that a heavy shower of rain had fallen but a few hours before the kindling of the death- pile, which, as needs niust, had left the brush-wood in better condition for heavy smoking than for lively combustion. Had I mentioned this circumstance in its proper place, I should have spared your tender sensibilities somewhat by giving you something contingent to catch at as suggestive of possible intervention. But to return. The instant the chief, with a sweep of his eagle-like eye, had scanned those huge, grotesque proportions, he threw up his hand with a gesture of surprise, and a look of recogpi- tion lighted up his handsome face. Whereupon, as if need- ingr nothing more to tell him who had been the prime mover in the day's outrage, and the base motive that had led to its perpetration, he turned abruptly upon Black Thunder, where sullen and lowering, his giantship stood with folded arms apart from the rest, and flung at him a rebuke so -ith- ering, in its scorn, so burning in its generous indignation, that the big barbarian quailed from before it, daunted and abashed. Then, without further ado, the chief went, and cutting the thongs of buffalo-hide which bound the captive to the tree, set him at liberty, and with a wave of his hand 171 172 BURL. in the direction whence the American army was approach- ing, said in English, "Go." To be thus jerked back by the skirts, so to speak, from the open jaws of death by a single savage had proved more con- founding to the steadfast mind of Big Black Burl than when but a few minutes before he was dragged thither by twenty, insomuch that ever since the unexpected surcease of the fiendish frolic he had continued to stare about him in a state of bewilderment not unlike that twilight fog of thought and sense through which he was wont to pass from sound asleep to wide awake. But no sooner did he feel that he was foot- loose and hand-loose again than he was all his own collected self once more, and to the welcome gesture and friendly word thus answered: "I yi, my larky! Much obleeged to you fur puttin' out de fire, but smoke me ag'in ef you ketch me gwine 'way from dis holler widout Mars'er Bushie," giving a side-long roll of his big black thumb toward his young master. Howl much of this speech the chief really understood were hard to say; but having heard it, he turned, and for a few moments earnestly regarded the young Kentuckian where, in delighted surprise at the unlooked-for turn their ugly ad- venture had taken, he had stood the while, and now, with the liveliest interest, was awaiting the upshot. Then, as if comprehending fully the circumstances of the case, the chief ordered Black Thunder to restore both prisoners their arms -.nd accouterments, and whatever else had been taken from them-a command sullenly but promptly obeyed. All be- ing ready, their deliverer, speaking again in English, but this time addressing himself to the white man, said, "Fol- low me!" and, setting his face westward, led the captives from the spot. To avoid the risk he must run of falling in with the American scouts or pickets, their guide ascended at once into the upland forest, through whose shadows lay B URL. 173 not only their most secret but shortest route. As they gained the summit of the steep overlooking the dingle where his death-pile had been kindled, the Fighting Nigger-the Preaching Nigger fast asleep within him-made a moment- ary pause. Waving his bear-skin war-cap loftily over his head, he sent down to Black Thunder, triumphantly and defiantly, his old war-cry, so often heard in the stormy days of long-ago in the land of the Dark and Bloody Ground, now filling those Canadian wilds with gigantic echoes which, flying affrightedly hither and thither, for full three minutes thereafter kept hill-top saying to hill-top, dingle to dingle, "I yi, you dogs!" Chapter XX. How KUMSHAKAII FIGURED IN THE LIGHT OF THE SETTING SU-N. 1HE red man foremost, the black man hindmost, and the Twhite man between, silently, swiftly they wended their way through the mazes, green and biawn, of the autumn- painted forest. " What manner of man is this," the young Kentuckian could not but say to himself, "at whose voice the fierce, unruly warriors of the wilderness stay their bar- barous hands, from before the glance of whose eve their doughtiest champions quail, and under whose hand the cap- tive goes forth again into life and freedom" Having with his war-cry eased his heart in a measure of the surplus joy and triumph he felt at their deliverance, Big Black Burl could now content himself to go for a mile or more without speaking a word. He failed not, however, to steal from time to time a prying glance at their deliverer from over his master's shoulder. At the first glance noth- ing in particular struck his mind, excepting that he thought the red stranger was a wondrously handsome and gallant- looking man for an Indian. At the second glance a fancy began to steal into his thoughts that at some time of his life he had had a dream in which he had seen such a form and iliee as that lie now had before his eves. At the third glance it began to dawn upon him that he had not only dreamed of s2einr but really had seen that man before. At last, having fairly succeeded in cornering a dodging, skip- ping sprite of a recollection which he had been chasing (i17) about in his memory for the last ten minutes, Mish-mugwa, in open-eyed amazement, brought himself along-side Shekee- thepatee, to whose ear bending down he exclaimed in a big whisper, " KumshyX" Reynolds started. A vague something of the sort had been flitting before his mind ever since the stranger's sud- dell appearanee at the dismal scene in the dingle. During the manly years that had come and gone since that eventful first of June, he and Burl had often talked of the good and brave younlg Indian warrior who had shown himself so gen- tle and true a friend to the forlorn little captive in his hour of peril amid need. In brightest remembrance had they held -him ever since, coupling every mention of his name with some expression of gratitude or admiration, or with the mu- tual remembrance of some pleasant incident of his sojourn among them. Yes, though changed from the bright-eyed, graceful youth they had known him, they felt in their hearts that their deliverer could be none other than their old friend Kumnshakah. But who was Kumshakah Without opening his lips to speak a word, or turning his head to glance behind him, silently, swiftly glided the In- dian on before them, straight against the setting sun. At length, late in the day, after traversing the forest for some. miles, they came to the bead of a quiet little dell which, scooped out smoothly from among the hills, descended with- out a curve to the valley of the Thames. Here the chief- tain halted, and pointing before him, his bright eyes turned now full and clear upon them, said in English, ' Your Looiendos." Looking in the direction pointed out, and running their eyes down a long vista made through the trees of the dell by a brook on its way to the main stream, our hunters zpied the American army where, at the distance of a mile, it had halted to encamp for the night. The tents, lreadn pitched BURsL . 175) [76 BURL. and all agleam in the low light of the sun, were scattered picturesquely about among the trees at the bottom of the dell, which then expanding like the flaring mouth of a bu- gle opened into the wider valley of the Thames. Setting the butt of his rifle on the ground and resting his hand upon the muzzle, the young Kentuckian now addressed the chieftain, not only speaking to him in his own language, but adopting the poetical and figurative style of expression pe- culiar to his people: "This day many hands strong and cruel opened the doors of death to push us burning through; but one hand strong- er than them all shut the doors and drew us back into The paths of the living. He has led us forth in safety from the midst of our deadly foes, and now bids us return in peace to our own people. We are glad; we are thankful. Who our deliverer is we know; our eyes, our ears, our hearts have told us already. Who should it be but Kuinshakah, the savior of the boy Shckee-thepatee, the friend of the Big Black Brave, Mish-mugwa" "Your eves and your ears and your hearts have told you untruly," replied the chief "Nor yet have they wholly deceived you. I am not Kumshakah, but Kumshakah's twin brother. More than twenty times has spring made green the forest since Kumshakah started out on his first war-path. But they who went with him returned without him, saying, 'Kumslakah has fallen in the land of the Dark aid Bloody Ground under the hand of the Big Black Brave 'with a Bushy Head.' Then went I out into the forest, ieandering in lonely places, and mourning my much-loved brother. But before another moon had turned her face full and broad upon the earth, Kumslbakah returned, and there wa-s a light in his eye brighter than that of the warrior's triumph. The story he told us you know; what we felt in our hearts you can guess. Who Mish-mugwa was I knew full well. I had seen him in battle; had heard his war- cry. Afterward I saw him from where I lay in ambush. his life at my mercy, but I lifted not my hand against him, for he was the friend of my brother, and they had smoked the peace-pipe together." "Then, where is Kumshakab," inquired Reynolds, "since our deliverer be not he whom we loved as a brother" "Twenty times h.-s autumn made yellow the forest," re- plied the chieftain, " since the Great Spirit called and Kum- shakab answered and went his way. And before the going down of another sun the Great Spirit shall call again, when Kumnshakah's brother shall answer and go his way like- wise." Then, with a look of grateful interest, the chief in- quired: "But tell me, is the mother of Shekee-thepetee still alive or have the swift years borne her to the dwelling of Wahcoudah" "She is still alive," was the reply; "and with pleasant days has Waahcoudah blessed her since that morning when sle bid him depart in peace whose goodness had restored to her the only child of her love, the chief joy of her heart When we return and tell her that we have seen the brother of Kumshakah, and that, like Kumshakah, he is the pro- tector of the helpless, the deliverer of the captive, the tid- ings will fill her with thankfulness and gladuCs8. Then shall she say, 'But who is Kumshakah's brother, that mighty man whom the bold red warriors of the wilderness hold in such respect ad avwe, and at whose bidding they speed them to obey' What shall our answer be--will the brother of Kumshakah tell us" "Since you loved my brother," rejoined the chief, "-and it had pleased you had I been he, then call me Kumshakah, for what I have done I have done in his name and with his heart, and the time is close at hand when it will matter but little bv what name I am known." The Indian said 12 B UR L. 1 7 .178 B URL. this with a melancholy smile. Then, with the light of the setting sun now thrown about him broad and strong, he thus proceeded with his answer: "Then may you tell your peo- pie that Kumshakah is dust, and truly. For though we part as friends to-day, to-morrow we meet as foes; and my Heart is telling me that the might of the Shemanols shall prevail, that the blood-red banner of the English Manakee shall be laid in the dust, and that the ambushed army of the red man shall be broken and scattered. Then farewell to Kumshakah! When the battle is ended, search for him on the bloody war-plain, and you shall find him where he lies among the slain. If, then, you would know more of the fallen warrior, ask the sun that shines who Kumshakah is, and he shall answer: 'A2 shadow on the ground;' ask the winds that blow, and they shall answer: 'An echo, in the woods;' ask the rains that fall, and then shall answer: 'The dust that feeds the oak and the willow.' If you would know who Kumshakah wass, ask his people, who weep that he is falleD, and they shall answer: 'One yv ip loved us, and for our sake laid down his life;' ask his foes, who rejoice that he is fallen, and they shall answer: 'One who hated us, and warred against us to the death.' And should the children of the days hereafter rise and ask their sires who Kumsha- kah was, then shall the tongue of tradition make answer: 'One who lived and died, endeavored and failed.' If.sueh, then, be his story, why should more than this be known of Kumshakah Let him sleep. Waheoudah's will be done. " White man, let us look another way." Then, with the weird light of prophecy in his eye, impart- ing to its wonted brightness a mystical dimness, the Indian chief thus ended: "White man, listen! Up from the opening east, where the birds of morning are singing, the rising sun is leading your people over the earth to riches, to power, and to glory Down into the closing west, where the birds of evening are silent, the setting sun is leading my people-whither, who shall say But to become extinct, and be numbered with the things forgotten. But who shall say that the same Great Spirit who dwells in the rising sun, bidding his white children go forth and toil upon the earth, dwells not also in the setting sun, bidding his red children come and rest in the happy hunting-grounds It is even so, and it is well. Let Wahcoiidah rule. Rule, great Wahcoudah!" Here paused the Indian for a moment, his eagle-eye un- flinchingly bent on the setting sun. "Yes, it is even so, and it is well," he repeated. "Let great Wahcoudah's will be done. White brother, farewell! and you, my black brother, both farewell! " In silence each took, in his turn, the proffered hand, Rey- nolds too profoundly moved at the Indian's words to speak, and Burl, overawed at his manner and appearance, which, while he was speaking, had risen into the solemn and sub- lime. Without another word, he was gone. They followed him with their eyes as swiftly, duskily he went gliding away through the glimmering shades of evening. As he reached the brink of the hill on which they stood, a parting beam from the setting sun-sent streaming, broad and bright and red, through a vista in the forest-poured round him for an instant a flood of melancholy glory. A moment more, and the Indian chief had vanished-plunged in the twilight depths of the valley beyond. That night, as the young Kentuckian lay sleeping in his tent, still through his dreams he saw that face a face it was to leave an image on the eye. And still through his dreams he heard that voice-a voice it was to leave an echo in the ear. The face reflecting ever the light of the setting sun; the voice repeating ever, "Rule, great Wah- coudah!" B URL. 179 -hapter XXI. HoW THE GLORY OF His RACE .FIGURED IN His SETTIN C;. T HE following day was the fifth of October, 1813, whose Tsun beheld the memorable Battle of the Thames, when, for the last time in the regions of the iNorth, the Lion and the Eagle met in fight. The final retreat had begun at Fort Malden, a strongly fortified post on the shores of Lake St. Clair, at the mouth of the Thames, where an effectual stand might have been made against the farther advance of the now victorious Americans. Such was the opinion of Tecumseh, and on learning that his white ally had resolved to destroy and abandon the fort to the intent of withdrawing still farther, even to the central regions of Canada, he had boldly op- posed the movement as unnecessary, and being unheeded, had scornfully denounced it to his ally's very face as un- warrior-like, dishonorable, contemptible. Had the civilized general hearkened to the savage leader, the result of the war in that quarter, if not more successful to the British cause, would certainly have been far less dishonorable to the Brit- ish name. During the retreat, the heroic sachem had ear- nestly and repeatedly recommended a sudden and deter- mined face-about on their pursuers, and only the night before the decisive battle he had urged a backward move- ment, that, under screen of the darkness, they.might surprise the sleeping enemy in his camp, and overpower him before anv combined resistance could be made. But all in vain. (ISo) His white ally was but a fat poltroon-" a big, fat, cowardly dog," to use Tecumseb's own comparison, "that carries his tail curled fiercely over his back till danger threatens, then drops it between his legs and slinks away." Throughout the war, this Proctor had displayed far more enterprise and address as a plunderer than as a fighter, and now his sole end and aims was the conveying of his precious booty and his precious body as speedily as Possible to some place of security before he should be overtaken. But by means of this very booty with which in his greediness he had overloaded himself, and the keeping of which he had far more at heart than the maintaining of his own or his coun- try's honor, he was fated in the end to overwhelm himself lwith ruin and disgrace, since, by the unwieldy clog thus laid upon his movements, le had doubled his risk of being over- taken; and, with such a general, to be overtaken is to be defeated; and to be defeated, ruined. At last, after having pursued his heavy, blundering flight far up the Thames to a place called Willow Marsh, near Moravian Town, and finding that the American van was pressing close upon his rear, the British general was pre- vailed upon by Tecumseh and his own officers to face about and give the enemy battle. His ground was well chosen. Parallel with the river and separated from it by a narrow strip of firm land, over which ran the beaten route, there lay a7 swamp of considerable extent which, besides being densely covered with other wet land growth, was thickly sprinkled over with willows, whence its name, " Willow Marsh." Across this isthmus Proctor hastily threw his reg- iment of about nine hundred regulars, while Teculnseh, with hIs brigade of about two thousand warriors, ambushed him- self in the fastness of the swamp. On this occasion, as had lie, indeed, on every other occasion of the kind, the Indian leader displayed a degree of generalship which stands with- B U'RL. 181 out parallel in the annals of savage warfare. Pivoting his brigade on the right of the English regiment, he stretched it out in a long line, inclined curvingly forward, with the intent of suddenly unmasking and swinging it round upon the enemy's flank, should he in a body attempt to force the passage of the isthmus. Aholt the middle of the afternoon the Americans came marching up in full force and in orderly array. Inferring at once, frorn the features of the ground and from the little that w a s visible of the enemnv, what the Enlish and Indian line of battle must be, General Harrison promptly deter- mine(l upon his plan of attack. The Kentucky regiment of mounted riflemen, one thousand strong, commanded by Colonel Johnson, he ordered to open the engagement by fall- ing upon the Indian brigade where he knew it must be lying concealed in the swamp. Ills two companies of United States regulars, with a reaiment of volunteer infantry, he sent forward to make a charge on the British regulars where, vith their muskets and bayonets gleaming in the yellow autumn sunlight, they were seen extended in a long scarlet line from river to swamp. The general himself would hold a reserve of fifteen hundred men -with whieh to cooperate as occasion should direct. The Americans advanced to the attack with great spirit, and were received with equal spirit bv the Indian wing of the enemv, and with a steady concert of action unprecedented in Indian warfare. But hardly had the Kentuckians sent forth their first volley when IProctor, too tender of his pre- cious body even to strike a single blow for his precious booty to Sax notiliinm of his precious hlinor, turned his back square oin the The an(l, followed by a small escort of horse, galloped inglorinusly from the field, never drawing bridle till he had gained the shelter of Fort Chatham, many miles farther up the Tharcs. Thus hastily deserted by their general, the UPLLS. 182 BURL. 183 regulars, who otherwise had doubtless behaved with the wonted gallantry of brave Englishmen, threw down theii arms with scarcely a show of resistance and begged for quar- ter. The white wing of the enemy thus lopped off at the first blow, the two regiments-the only part of the Ameri- can army actually engaged in the contest-now concentrated upon the red wing, where it still lay concealed within its swvampy covert. Up to this moment the Kentucky regi- iment of mounted riflemen had made several ineffectual attempts to dislodge and drive the Indians from their strong- hold, of whom nothing as yet had been seen but a long, curved liue of rifltesmoke which, curling upward from among the willows and hovering in small blie clouds above the heads of the ambushed savages, served to trace their order of array. Meanwhile, the clarion voice of the Indian leader had been heard, in tones of encouragement, exhortation, and command to his unseen warriors, rising high and clear above the din of battle. Now, on a sudden, it rang out stern, ab- rupt, imperious, like the voiee of a trumpet sounding a des- perate charge. When he found himself deserted by his white ally-the strong hand under which he and his people had trusted to return to the land of their fathers-then did the heroic sachem feel that he was fighting the last battle of a hopeless cause. But too proud to survive a failure so vast-the blasted hopes of his life, the ruined schemes of his ambition- lie determined to die then and there, and die, too, such a death as should shed over the very failure an undying glory. To this intent he would order a general charge, disdaining the further shelter of his stronghold and meeting the enemy in the open field. True, such a movement would be utterly at variance with the usages of Indian warfare. True, also, thie enemy to be charged was flushed with present success, not to mention his being the stronger and made audacious from having been the pursuer in the chase just ended. But such a movement, from the fact of its being without example and without hope, would-make his skill as a leader the more ap parent, his death as a warrior the more certain and glorious. Yes, he would order a general charge. Then, to the amazement of the Americans, the heretofore invisible foe burst suddenly forth from his ambush, and now, in a long, well-ordered line, was coming impetuously on to meet them un-Indian-like in the open field. Headed by their intrepid leader, on they came amain, brandishing their tomahawks and war-clubs and filling the woods with their appalling yells and war-whoops. But now, well out of the bushy skirts of the swamp and able to look about them, they discovered what before their chief had designedly con- cealed from thein-that the English regulars had all been captured, and that they were no longer supported by their white allies. The lengthened array of dusky warriors was obeerved to pause, to falter, then, at the next discharge of bul- lets sent point-blank at them, to break in pieces, dissolving at once into a mere disorderly rabble. All order lost, lost was all mutual confidence and all courage. Back, with a howl of disappointment and dismay, they quailed from before the advancing foe, and as suddenly as they had appeared, van- islhed again in the somber shadows of the marsh. Hastily rallying about three hundred of his bravest fol- lowers, conspicuous among whom towered the gigantic bulk of Black Thunder, and inspiring them to heroism by his own example, again was Tecumseh pressing impetuously forward, his tomahawk brandished aloft and his trumpet- like voice still ringing high and clear above the rude uproar; nor paused he till with terrible energy he had hewn his wavy into the thick of the enemy's ranks: Now, with toma- hawk uplifted, he had planted himself directly confronting .181 B URL . BURL. 185 Colonel Johnson, who, mounted on a white horse, was press- ing forward, though desperately wounded, to encounter the Indian chief, his pistol already leveled. The next instant, end all in that self-same instant, the white horse dropped dead under his wounded rider, the pistol went off, a terrible cry was heard, a wild leap into the air was seen, and hushed was the clarion voice of commandl. The red warriors paused, gazed wildly about them, as were they listening to catch their leader's voice; then, hearing it no more, with a howl of dismay and despair, which feund an echo in a howl as drear from their fellows crouched in the swamnp, they turned and fled. The Battle of the Thames was over. The might of the Shemanols had prevailed, the blood-red banner of the English Mlanakee had been laid in the dust, and the ambushed army of the red man broken and scattered. The heroic, the high-minded, the hapless Tecumseh was fallen. Throughout the action, though he had gallantly headed his company in every charge, Captain Reynolds had not fired a single shot, lest, by some unhappy chance, Kumsha- kah, the preserver of his life, might fall by his hand. When the battle was over and he bad assisted in bearing his wound- cd colonel to camp, he hunted up Burl and, bidding him follow, returned in the course of an hour to the battle-ground, to look once more on his face who at sunset had said, " Let him sleep; Waheoudah's will be done." He had repeated to his old servant what their deliverer had told them of himself. But having taken in the evidence of his own senses and already drawn therefrom his own unalterable conclu- sions, Big Black Burl could not be made to understand how a man who looked like Kunsbakah, talked like Kunisha- kah, acted like Kumshakah, called himself Kumshakah, could be any other than the Kumshakah whom he had met as a fee, entertained as a guest, parted with as a friend, and 186 BURL. ever afterward loved as a brother. Such was his conviction then, and such it remained through life. On reaching the spot where he had seen the hero fall, Reynolds found a numter of his brother soldiers already gathered there, and still others coming up, all eager either for the first time to behold or to get a nearer view of the re- nowned Indian chieftain. With the dead of both friend and foe strewn thick around him, there he lay, his handsome face still lighted up with a glorious and triumphant smile, as if the magnanimous soul that so long had animated those no- ble features had, in rising, stamped it there to tell- his ene- mies that, though fallen, he had fallen and conquered. - Be- side him, and in striking contrast with his symmetrical and stately figure, his pleasing and majestic- aspect, lay extend- ed the huge bulk and scowled the terrible visage of Black Thunder. "Pore, pore Kumshy!" exclaimed Bur], in a pitying voice. "Yes, poor Kumshakah, and poor 'Iecumseh, too!" re- joined his master, with solemn and profound emotion. "Whit's dat you say, Mars'er Bushie" inquired Burl quickly and with a puzzled look. Slowly young Reynolds repeated what he had said, and then added: "'What we now see before us, Burl, is all that is left of the great Tecumseh!" Had this specter of the slain chief risen suddenly from his body and stood confronting him, the effect on the mind of Big Black Burl could hardly have been more startling than that caused by this revelation. Three huge backward strides he made, then motionless stood for many moments, one foot a step behind the other, his hands uplifted and out- spread, his eyes wide open, staring fixedly with mingled amazement, incredulity, and awe, at the lifeless body before him. BURL. 187 In his younger days, when the passion for martial glory burned strong within him, the Fighting Nigger, as we have seen, had been in the habit, when blowing his own trumpet, of running his warlike exploits into the fabulous and im- possible-not from any direct design of deceiving his hear- ers, but merely that he might make his theme as interest- ing and wonderful to them as it was to himself; but that the honor of meeting and overcoming in battle so renowned a warrior as Teeumseh, of whom the world in which he lived, the great wild West, was so full, should ever have been his, seemed to Mish-mugwa more fabulous than even his -own fables, and to which all his other, achievements, granting them to have been as prodigious as he was wont to boast them, dwarf into unmentionable insignificance in comparison. The reader must not fail to bear in mind that, just here, we are viewing Tecumseh through the eyes of Burlman Reynolds. At length, having taken in the evidence of his sight, but as if still needing that of his touch to set his doubts at rest and convince him that what he saw there was in verity a bodily form, Burl stole cautiously up again and softly laid his hand on the breast of the fallen hero. No sooner had he done so than with a warm, tender rush came throng- ing, back into his memory all those recollections which, stretching their bright train from that glorious first of June to that beautiful Sabbath in the wilderness, he had ever viewed as being the happiest of his life. But whei, linked 'with these, came back to his mind the thrilling events of yesterday, suddenly and to the surprise of all present, ex- cepting his young master, the huge creature, with that live- liness of feeling peculiar to his race, burst into a blubber- ing explosion of tender, pitying, grateful feeling, and cried like a child. "Pore, pore Kumshy! De good Lord hab pity on yo' soul an' gib you a mansion, ef it's only a wigivam, some- whar in his kingdom. You 's a pore heathen, we know, but shorely somewhar in his kingdom he '11 make room fur de like uf vou." And with this simple oration over Tecum- sell's body, Big Black Burl turned weeping away and fol- lowed his sorrowing master from the field, the stoniness and blindness of Calvinism gone from his creed forever. That niight, long after the somber autumn sun had get, and the somber autumn moon had risen, and the victorious foe had laid him down to sleep in his distant tent, silent as the shadows through which they glided, they returned to the battleground, the red warriors of the wilderness, to pay the last tribute of respect to their fallen chieftain. Beside a fallen oak that lav along the verve of the marsh-there, on the spot where lie had made his last stand for the wild people, the wild land, the wild independence he had loved more than his life-they dug a grave, and in it laid the mortal remains of the immortal Tecumseh. Then they went their way, their wild hearts breaking with grief and despair, and he was left to that solitude of silence and shadow which, like a halloWing spell inspiring reverence and awe in the minds of the living, -ever lingers round the resting-places of the illustrious dead. But for many a year thereafter they made it their wont to return thither, as on pilgrimage to a holy shirine, once more to look with reverent eyes on the green mound wnhere he lay, and with reverent hands keep back the willows and wild roses growing too thick around it, that, unshadowed, it might be ever open to the loving, pitying light of the setting sun. Thus he died. this Indian Hannibal; thus he set, this Glory of his Race. Let him sleep! Wahcoudah's will be done! Rule, great Wahcoudah! THE END. 188 BURL .