Balle-Franche. English

  CHAPTER XI.

  AMERICAN HOSPITALITY.

  Matters had reached this point at the moment when the story wehave undertaken to tell, begins: now that we have supplied theseindispensable explanations, we will take up our narrative again at thepoint where we broke it off.

  John Black and his family, posted behind the barricade that surroundedthe camp, regarded with joy, mingled with alarm, the cavalcade comingtoward them like a tornado, raising clouds of dust in its passage.

  "Attention, boys!" the American said to his son and servants, with hishand on his trigger. "You know the diabolical trickery of these apes ofthe prairie; we must not let them surprise us a second time; at theleast suspicious sign, a bullet! We shall thus prove to them that weare on our guard."

  The emigrant's wife and daughter, with their eyes fixed on the prairie,attentively followed the movements of the Indians.

  "You are mistaken, my love," Mrs. Black said; "these men have nohostile designs. The Indians rarely attack by day; when they do so,they never come so openly as this."

  "The more so," the young lady added, "as, if I am not mistaken, I cansee Europeans galloping at the head of the party."

  "Oh!" Black said, "that really has no significance, my child. Theprairies swarm with scoundrels who join those demons of Redskins whenhonest travellers are to be plundered. Who knows, indeed, whether whitemen were not the instigators of last night's attack?"

  "Oh, father, I never could believe such a thing as that," Dianaremarked.

  Miss Black, of whom we have hitherto said but little, was a girl ofabout seventeen, tall and slender; her large black eyes, bordered withvelvety lashes; the thick bandeaux of brown hair; her little mouth,with its rosy lips and pearly teeth, made her a charming creature, whowould have been an ornament anywhere; but in the desert must naturallyattract attention. Religiously educated by her mother, a good and piousPresbyterian, Diana still retained all the candour and innocence ofyouth, combined with that experience of everyday life imparted by therude life of the clearings, where people begin early to think and actfor themselves. In the meanwhile the cavalcade rapidly approached, andwas now no great distance off.

  "Those are really our animals galloping down there," Will said; "Irecognise Sultan, my good horse."

  "And Dolly, my poor milch cow," Mrs. Black said, with a sigh.

  "Console yourselves," Diana said, "I'll answer for it these people arebringing back our cattle."

  The emigrant shook his head in agitation.

  "The Indians never give up what they have once seized; but, by my soul,I'll have it out with them, and not let myself be robbed without atrial for it."

  "Wait a minute, father," said Will, stopping him, for the emigrant wasabout to leap over the intrenchments, "we shall soon know what theirintentions are."

  "Hum! they are very clear, in my idea. The demons want to propose to ussome disgusting bargain."

  "Perhaps, father, you are mistaken," Diana said, quickly; "and see,they are stopping, and apparently consulting."

  In fact, on arriving within gunshot, the Indians halted, and begantalking together.

  "Why shall we not go on?" the Count asked Bright-eye.

  "H'm, you don't know the Yankees, Mr. Edward. I am sure that, if wewere to go ten paces further, we should be saluted by a shower ofbullets."

  "Nonsense!" the young man said, with a shrug of his shoulder; "they arenot so mad as to act in that way."

  "It's possible; but they would do as I tell you. Look attentively, andyou will see from this spot the barrels of their rifles glisteningbetween the stakes of the barricades."

  "By Jove! it's true; then they want to be massacred."

  "They would have been so long ago, had not my brother interceded intheir favour," Natah Otann said, joining in the conversation.

  "And I thank you, chief. The desert is large; what harm can those poordevils do you?"

  "They, none; but presently others will come and settle by their side,and so on; so that in six months my brother would see a city at a spotwhere there is now nothing but nature as it left the omnipotent handsof the Master of Life."

  "That is true," Bright-eye said, "the Yankees respect nothing; the ragefor building cities renders them dangerous madmen."

  "Why have we stopped, chief?" the Count said, recurring to his firstquestion.

  "To negotiate."

  "Will you do me a kindness? Leave this business to me. I am curiousto see how these people understand the laws of war, and how they willreceive me."

  "My brother is free."

  "Wait for me here, then, and do not make a move during my absence."

  The young man took off his weapons, which he handed to his servant.

  "What?" Ivon remarked. "Are you going, my lord, in this state amongthose heretics?"

  "How else should I go? You know very well that a flag of truce hasnothing to fear."

  "That is possible," the Breton said, very slightly convinced; "but ifyour lordship will believe me, you will, at least, keep your pistols inyour belt; for an accident happens so easily, and you do not know amongwhat sort of people you are going."

  "You are mad!" the Count said, shrugging his shoulders.

  "Well, then, as you are going unarmed to speak with people who do notinspire me with the slightest confidence, I must ask your lordship topermit me to accompany you."

  "You, nonsense!" the young man said, laughing. "You know very well thatyou are a wonderful coward; that's agreed on."

  "Perfectly true; but I feel capable of anything to defend my master."

  "There we have it; your cowardice need only come on you suddenly, and,in your alarm, you will be ready to kill everybody. No, no, none ofthat; I do not wish to get into trouble through you."

  And dismounting, he walked in the direction of the barricades. Onarriving a short distance from them, he took out a white handkerchief,and waved it in the air. Black, still ready to fire, carefully watchedthe Count's every movement, and when he saw his amicable demonstration,he rose, and made him a signal to come on. The young man quietlyreturned his handkerchief to his pocket, lit a cigar, stuck his glassin his eye, and after drawing on his gloves, walked resolutely on. Onreaching the intrenchments, he found himself in front of Black, who waswaiting for him, leaning on his rifle.

  "What do you want of me?" the American said, roughly. "Make haste! Ihave no time to lose in conversation."

  The Count surveyed him haughtily, assumed the most insolent posture hecould select, and puffing a cloud of smoke into his face, said dryly--

  "You are not polite, my dear fellow."

  "Halloa!" the other said. "Have you come here to insult me?"

  "I have come to do you a service; and if you continue in that tone, Iam afraid I shall be obliged not to do it."

  "We'll see to that--do me a service! And what may it be?" the Americanasked with a grin.

  "You are a low fellow," the Count remarked, "with whom it is offensiveto talk. I prefer to withdraw."

  "Withdraw--oh, nonsense! You are too valuable a hostage. I shallkeep you, my gentleman, and only give you up at a good figure,", theAmerican continued.

  "What! Is that the way you comprehend the law of nations? That'scurious," the Count said, still sarcastic.

  "There is no law of nations with bandits."

  "Thanks for your compliment, master. And what would you do to keep me,if I did not think proper?"

  "Like this," the American said, laying his hand roughly on his shoulder.

  "What!" the Count said. "I really believe, Heaven forgive me! that youdared to lay a hand on me!"

  And ere the emigrant had time to prevent it, he seized him round thewaist, lifted him from the ground, and hurled him over the barricade.The giant fell all bruised in the middle of his camp. Instead ofwithdrawing, as any other might have done in his place, the young mancrossed his arms, and waited, smoking peacefully. The emigrant, stunnedby his rough fall, rose, shaking himself like a wet dog, and feelinghis ribs, to assure himself that t
here was nothing broken. The ladiesuttered a cry of terror on seeing him re-enter the camp in such apeculiar way, while his son and servants looked toward him, ready tofire at the first signal.

  "Lower your guns," he said to them; and leaping once more over thebarricade, he walked towards the Count. The latter awaited him withperfect calmness.

  "Ah! there you are," he said, "Well, how did you like that?"

  "Come, come," the American replied, holding out his hand; "I was in thewrong; I am a brute beast; forgive me."

  "Very good; I like you better like that; we only need to understandeach other. You are now prepared to listen to me, I fancy?"

  "Quite."

  There are certain men, like John Black, with whom it is necessary toemploy extreme measures, and prove your superiority to them. With suchpersons you do not argue, but smash them; after which it always happensthat these men, before so intractable, become gentle as lambs, and doall you want. The American, possessed of great strength, and confidingin it, thought he had a right to be insolent with a slight and weaklooking man; but so soon as this man had proved to him, in a peremptorymanner, that he was the more powerful of the two, the bull drew in hishorns, and recoiled all the distance he had advanced.

  "This night," the Count then said, "you were attacked by the Blackfeet;I wished to come to your aid, but it was impossible, and, besides, Ishould have arrived too late. As, however, for some reason or other;the men who attacked you feel a certain amount of consideration for me,I have profited by my influence to make them restore the cattle theystole from you."

  "Thanks; believe that I sincerely regret what has passed between us;but I was so annoyed by the loss I had experienced."

  "I understand all that, and willingly pardon you, the more so as I,perhaps, gave you rather too rude a shock just now."

  "Oh, do not mention it, I beg."

  "As you please; it is all the same to me."

  "And my cattle?"

  "Are at your disposal. Will you have them at once?"

  "I will not conceal from you that--"

  "Very good," the Count interrupted him; "wait a minute, I will tellthem to bring them up."

  "Do you think I have nothing to fear from the Indians?"

  "Not if you know how to manage them."

  "Well, then, shall I wait for you?"

  "Only a few minutes."

  The Count went down the hill again with the same calm step he had goneup it. So soon as he rejoined the Indians, his friends surrounded him;they had seen all that passed, and were delighted at the way in whichhe had ended the discussion.

  "Good heavens! how coarse those Americans are," the young man said."Pray give him his cattle, chief, and let us have done with him. Theanimal all but put me in a passion."

  "He is coming toward us," Natah Otann replied, with an undefinablesmile. Black, indeed, soon came up. The worthy emigrant, having beenduly scolded by his wife and daughter, had recognized the full extentof his stupidity, and was most anxious to repair it.

  "Really, gentlemen," he said, "we cannot part in this way. I owe yougreat obligations, and am desirous to prove to you that I am not such abrute as I probably seem to be. Be kind enough to stay with us, if onlyfor an hour, to show us that you bear no malice."

  This invitation was given in a hearty, but, at the same time, cordialmanner, and it was so evident that the good man was confused, thatthe Count had not the heart to refuse him. The Indians camped wherethey were. The chief and the three hunters followed the American intohis camp, where the cattle had already been restored. The receptionwas as it should be in the desert; the ladies had hastily preparedrefreshments under the tent, while William and the two serving men madea breach in the barricade, to give passage to his father's guests. LucyBlack and Diana awaited the newcomers at the entrance of the camp.

  "You are welcome, gentlemen," the Americans wife said, with a gracefulbow; "we are all so much indebted to you, that we are only too happy toreceive you."

  The chief and the Count bowed politely to the lady, who was doing allin her power to repair the clumsy brutality of her husband. The Count,at the sight of Diana, felt an emotion which he could not, at the firstblush, understand; his heart beat on regarding this charming creature,who was exposed to so many dangers through the life to which she wascondemned. Diana blushed at the ardent glance of the young man, andtimidly drew nearer her mother, with that instinct of modesty innatein woman's heart, which makes her ever seek protection from her to whomshe owes existence.

  After the first compliments, Natah Otann, the Count, and Bright-eye,entered the tent where Black and his son were awaiting them. When theice was broken, which does not take long among people accustomed toprairie life, the conversation became more animated and intimate.

  "So," the Count asked, "you have left the clearings with the intentionof never returning?"

  "Oh, yes," the emigrant answered; "for a man having a family,everything is becoming so dear on the frontier, that he must make uphis mind to enter the desert."

  "I can understand your doing so as a man, for you can always manage toget out of difficulties; but your wife and daughter--you condemn themto a very sorrowful and dangerous life."

  "It is a wife's duty to follow her husband," Mrs. Black said with aslight accent of reproach. "I am happy wherever he is, provided I am byhis side."

  "Good, madam; I admire such sentiments; but permit me an observation."

  "Certainly, sir."

  "Was it necessary to come so far to find a suitable farm?"

  "Certainly not; but we should have run the risk of being somedayexpelled from the new clearing by the owners of the land, and compelledto begin a new plantation further away," she said.

  "While now," Black continued, "at the place where we are, we havenothing of that sort to fear, as the land belongs to nobody."

  "My brother is mistaken," the chief said, who had not yet spoken aword; "the country, for ten days' march in every direction, belongs tome and my tribe; the Paleface is here on the hunting grounds of theKenhas."

  Black regarded Natah Otann with an air of embarrassment.

  "Well," he said, after a moment's pause, as if speaking against thegrain; "we will go further, wife."

  "Where can the Palefaces go to find land that belongs to nobody?" thechief continued, severely.

  This time the American had not a word to say. Diana, who had neverbefore seen an Indian so close, regarded the chief with a mingledfeeling of curiosity and terror. The Count smiled.

  "The chief is right," Bright-eye said, "the prairies belong to the Redmen."

  Black had bowed his head on his chest, in perplexity.

  "What is to be done?" he muttered.

  Natah Otann laid his hand on his shoulder.

  "Let my brother open his ears," he said to him; "a chief is about tospeak."

  The American fixed an inquiring glance on him.

  "Does this country suit my brother then?" the Indian continued.

  "Why should I deny it? This country is the finest I ever saw; close tome I have the river, behind me, immense virgin forests. Oh yes, it is afine country, and I should have made a magnificent plantation."

  "I have told my Paleface brother," the chief went on, "that thiscountry belonged to me."

  "Yes, you told me so, chief, and it is true; I cannot deny it."

  "Well, if the Paleface desires it, he can obtain so much ground as hewishes," Natah Otann said, concisely.

  At this proposition, which the American was far from suspecting, hepricked up his ears; the squatter's nature was aroused in him.

  "How can I buy the land when I possess nothing?" he said.

  "That is of no consequence," the chief replied.

  The astonishment now became general; each looked at the Indiancuriously: for the conversation had suddenly acquired a graveimportance which no one expected. Black, however, was not deceived bythis apparent facility.

  "The chief has doubtless not understood me," he said.

  The Indian sh
ook his head.

  "The Paleface cannot buy the land, because he has not wherewith to payfor it; those were his words."

  "True; and the chief answered that it was of little matter."

  "I said so."

  There was no mistake, the two men had clearly understood one another.

  "There is some devilry behind that," Bright-eye muttered in hismoustache; "an Indian does not give an egg, unless he expects an ox inreturn."

  "What do you want to arrive at, chief?" the Count asked Natah Otann,frankly.

  "I will explain myself," the latter said; "my brother interests himselfin this family, I believe?"

  "I do," the young man answered, with some surprise, "and you know myreasons."

  "Good; let my brother pledge himself to accompany me during two moons,without asking any explanation of my actions, and give me his aidwhenever I require it, and I will give this man as much ground as heneeds to found a settlement, and he need never fear being annoyed bythe Redskins, or dispossessed by the Whites, for I am really the ownerof the land, and no other can lay claim to it."

  "A moment," Bright-eye said, as he rose; "in my presence, Mr. Edwardwill not accept such a bargain; no one buys a pig in a poke, and itwould be madness to submit his will to the caprices of another man."

  Natah Otann frowned, his eye flashed fire, and he rose.

  "Dog of the Palefaces," he shouted, "take care of thy words--I haveonce spared thy life."

  "Your menaces do not frighten me, Redskin," the Canadian replied,resolutely; "you lie if you say that you were master of my life; itonly depends from the will of God; you cannot cause a hair of my headto fall without His consent."

  Natah Otann laid his hand on his knife, a movement immediately imitatedby the hunter, and they stood opposite each other, ready for action.The ladies uttered a shriek of terror, William and his father stoodbefore them, ready to interfere in the quarrel, if it were necessary.But the Count had already, quick as thought, thrown himself between thetwo men, shouting loudly--

  "Stop! I insist on it!"

  Yielding to the ascendency of the speaker, the Blackfoot and theCanadian each fell back a step, returned their knives to their girdles,and waited. The Count looked at them for a moment, then, holding outhis hand to Bright-eye, said, affectionately--

  "Thank you, my friend, but for the present I do not require your aid."

  "Good, good," the hunter said; "you know I am yours, body and soul. Mr.Edward, it is only deferred." And the worthy Canadian sat down againquietly.

  "As for you, chief," the young man continued, "the proposals areunacceptable. I should be mad to agree to them, and I hope I am notquite in that state yet. I wish to teach you this, that I have onlycome on the prairie to hunt for a short time; that time has passed;pressing business requires my presence in the United States, anddispels my desire to be useful to these good people; so soon as I haveaccompanied you to the village, according to my promise, I shall saygood-bye to you, and probably never return."

  "Which will be extremely agreeable to me," Bright-eye said, inconfirmation.

  The Indian did not stir.

  "Still," the Count went on, "there is, perhaps, a way of settling thematter to the satisfaction of all parties; land is not so dear here;tell me your price, and I will pay you at once, either in dollars, orin bills on a New York banker."

  "All right," the hunter said; "there is still that way open."

  "Oh! I thank you, sir," Mrs. Black exclaimed, "but my husband cannotand ought not to accept such a proposal."

  "Why not, my dear lady, if it suits me, and the chief accepts my offer?"

  Black, we must do him the justice to say, satisfied himself bysignifying his approval by a gesture; but the worthy squatter, likea true American, was very careful not to say a word. As for Diana,fascinated by such disinterestedness, she gazed on the Count with eyessparkling with gratitude, not daring to express aloud what her secretthoughts were about this noble and generous gentleman. Natah Otannraised his head.

  "I will prove to my brother," he said, in a gentle voice, and bowingcourteously, "that the Red men are as generous as the Palefaces. I sellhim eight hundred acres of land, to be chosen where he pleases alongthe river, for one dollar."

  "A dollar?" the young man exclaimed, in surprise.

  "Yes," the chief said, smiling, "in that way I shall be paid, mybrother will owe me nothing; and if he consents to stay a little whilewith me, it will be of his own accord, and because he likes to be witha true friend."

  This unforeseen result to a scene which had for a moment threatened toend in blood, filled all persons with surprise. Bright-eye alone wasnot duped by the chief's courtesy.

  "There's something behind it," he muttered to himself, "but I willwatch, and that demon must be very cunning to cheat me."

  The Count was affected by this generosity, which he was far fromexpecting.

  "There, chief," he said, handing him the stipulated dollar, "now we arequits; but be assured that I will not be outdone by you."

  Natah Otann bowed courteously.

  "Now," the Count continued, "a last favour."

  "Let my brother speak, he has the right to ask everything of me."

  "Make peace with my old Bright-eye,"

  "As my brother desires it," the chief said, "I will do so willingly;and, as a sign of reconciliation, I beg him to accept the dollar youhave given me."

  The hunter's first impulse was to decline it; but he thought better ofit, took the dollar, and carefully placed it in his belt. Black knewnot how to express his gratitude to the Count, who had really made hima landed proprietor; and the same day the American and his son chosethe land on which the plantation should be established. The Count drewup on a leaf of his pocketbook a regular deed of sale, which was signedby himself, Bright-eye, and Ivon, as witnesses, by Black as purchaser,and at the foot of which Natah Otann drew the totem of his tribe, andan animal intended to represent a bear, which formed his speaking butmost emblematical signature. The chief, had he pleased, could havesigned like the rest, but he wished to hide from all the instruction heowed to the White Buffalo. Black preciously placed the deed between theleaves of his family bible, and said to the Count, while squeezing hishand hard enough to smash it--

  "Remember that you have in John Black a man who will let his bones bebroken for you, whenever you think proper."

  Diana said nothing, but she gave the young man a look which paid himamply for what he had done for the family.

  "Attention," Bright-eye said, in a whisper, the first time he foundhimself alone with Ivon; "from this day watch carefully over yourmaster, for a terrible danger threatens him."