8RIEt]flK^:...~W«i,' l.t5. ^fl'^ ^..Ht^ \ < / 01E¥.p I . wm^ '''" 123 & 125 W-!iiiam Si. . 1> -— s/)!^"' v-l^' ^/. t'- 7f: i^v ..i',-. '"-■"■^tr. ■-■-iSv s/c; nwup'*'™ ROMANCE op INDIAN HISTORY; OH. rilRILLING INCIDENTS IN THE J:ARLY SETTLB MENT OF AMERICA. NEW YORK: KIGGINS & KELLOGG, PUBLISHERS, Nos. 123 & 125 William Street, Between Jotin & Fulton. INwai THE EOMANCE OF INDIAN HISTORY. KIODAGO AND HIS CHRISTIAN WIFE. " And who be ye who rashly dare To chase in woods the forest-child ? To hunt the panther to his lair — The Indian in his native wild !" My young readers, if they have studied tlie ear- j) history of their country, may have read of the famous expedition undeitaken, in 1696, by the governor-general of New France (as the French settlement on our shores was then called), against the confederated Five Nations'of New York; an fjxpedition which, though it carried with it all the pomp and circumstance of European warfare into their wild- wood haunts, was attended with no ade- quate results, and had but a momentary effect in quelling the spirit of the tameless Indian. Some years previous to this event, when the »* Five Nations" had invested the capital of New France, and threatened the extermination of that (hri\ing colony, a beautiful half-blood Indian girl, who had been adopted by and was being educated under the auspices of the governor-gen.eral, _ was carried off, with other prisoners by the retiring ioc: Everj- affoil had been made in ^^ain durhig UTnuMMmp 4 ROMANCE OF INDIAN HISTC RY. the occasional cessations of hostilities between the French and the Iroquois, to recover this child , and though, in the years that intervened, some wan- dering Jesuit from time to time averred that h© had seen the Christian captive living as the con- Kiodago and his Wife. tented wife of a young Mohawk warrior, yet th#» old nobleman seems never to have despaired of re- claiming his " nut-brown girl." Indeed, the chev- alier must have been impelled by some such hope when, at the age of seventy, and so feeble that he was half the time carried in a litter, he ventured to tncounter the perils of an American wilderness, and place himself at the head of the heterogeneous bands which now invaded tbe country of the Five Nations under his conduct. Among the half-breed spies, border scouts, and morgrel adventurers, that followed in the train oJ the invading army, was a renegade Fleming, ot the name of Hanyost. This man^ in early youth. ROMANCE OF INDIAN HISTORY 5 had been made a 8ergeant-major, when he desert- ed to the French ranks in Flanders, He subse- quently took up a military grant in Canada, sold ii after emigrating, and then, making his way down to the Dutch settlements on the Hudson, had bo- come domiciled, as it were, among their allies, the Mohawks, and adopted the life of a hunter. Han- yost, hearing that his old friends, the French, were making such a formidable descent, did not now hesitate to desert his more recent acquaintances ; and olFered his services as a guide to Count de Frontenac the moment he entered the hostile country. It was not, however, mere cu])idity or the habitual love of treachery which actuated the base Fleming in this instance. Hanyost, in a diffi- culty with an Indian trapper, which had been re- ferred for arbitrament to the young Mohawk chief ^ ' Kiodago, (a settler of disputes,) whose cool cour- age and firmness fully entitled him to so distin- guished a name, conceived himself aggrieved by the award which had been given against him. The scorn with which the arbitrator met his charge of unfairness, stung him to the soul, and fearing the arm of the powerful savage, he had nursed the re- venge in secret, whose accomplishment seerned now at hand, Kiodago, ignorant of the hostile force which had entered his country, was off at a fishing station, among the wild hills, when Hanyost informed the commander of the French forces that i)y surprising this party, his adopted daughter, the ivife of KiodatTO, mirrlit be restored to hi in; a small, but efficient force was instantly detached from the main body of the army to strike the blow. A dozen musketeers, with twenty-five pikemen, led severally by the Baron de Bekancourt and the • KaOTtNCE O-F FNI>rAN HISTORY^ Kiodago at the Fishing Station. Chevalier de Grais, the former haying the chief eommai)d of the expedition, were sent upon thia duty, with Hanyost to guide them to the village of Kiodago. Many hours were consumed upon the march, as the soldiers were not yet habituated to the wilderness ; hut just before dawn, on the second day, the party found themselves in the neighborhood of the Indian village. The place was wrapped in repose, and the two cavaliers trusted that the surprise would be so complete, that their commandant's protege must certainly be taken. The baron, after a careful ex- amination of the hilly passes, determined to head the onslaught, while his companion in arms, with Hanyost, to mark out his prey, should pounce upon the chieftain's wife. This being arranged, their followers were warned not to injure the fe- male captives while cutting their defenders to pie- ces and then a moment being allowed for eacb ROMANCF, OF INDIAN HISTORY^ 7 man to take a last look at the condition of his arms, ihey were led >"o the attack. The inhabitants of the fated village safe in their isolated station, aloof from the war-parties of that wild district, had neglected all precaution against sui prise, and were buried in sleep when the whiz- zit g of a grenade, that terrible, but now superse- ded engine of destruction, roused them from their slumbers. The missile, to which a direction had been given that carried it in a direct line through the main row of wigwams which formed the little street, went crashing^ amono- their frail frames of basket-work, and kindled the dry mats stretched over them into instant flames. And then, as the startled warriors leaped all naked and unarmed from their blazing lodges, the French pikemen, waiting only for a volley from the musketeers, fol- lowed it up with a charge still more fatal. The wretched savages were slaughtered like sheep in the shambles. Some overwhelmed with dismay sank unresisting upon the ground, and covering up their heads after the Indian fashion when resigned to death, awaited the fatal stroke without a mur- mur; others, seized with a less benumbing panic, sought safety in flight, and rushed upon the pikes that lined the forest's paths around them. Many there were, however, who, schooled to scenes as dreadful, acquitted themselves like warriors. Snatching their weapons from the greedy flames, they sprang with irresistible fury upon the brist- ling files of pikemen..^. Their heavy war-clubs beat down and splintered the fragile spears of the Europeans, whose corslets, ruddy with the reflect- ed fires mid which they fought, glinted back still brighter sparks from the hatchets of flint which 8 ' ROMANCE OF INDIAN FITSTORY. crashed against them. The fierce veterans pealed the charging cry of many a well-fought field in other climes ; but wild and high the Indian whoop rose shrill above the din of conflict, until the hov- ering raven in mid air caught up and answered that discordant shriek. De Grais, in the meanwhile, surveyed the scene of action with eager intentness, expecting each moment to see the paKn' features of the Christian captive among the dusky females who ever and anon sprang shrieking from the blazing lodges, and were instantly hurled backward into the flames by fathers and brothers, who even thus would save them from the hands that vainly essayed to grasp their distracted forms. The Mohawks began now to wage a more successful resistance, and just when ^he fight was raging hottest, and the high- spirited Frenchman, beginning to despair of his prey, was about launching into the midst of it, he saw a tall warrior who had hitherto been forward in the conflict, disengage himself from the fight, and wheeling suddenly upon the soldier, who had likewise separated from the party, brain him with a tomahawk, before he could make a movement in his defence. The quick eye of the young chev- alier, too, caught a glance of another fip;ure, in pursuit of whom, as she emerged with an infant in her arms, from a lodge on the farther side of the village, the luckless Frenchman had met his doom. It was the Christian captive, the wife of Kiodago, beneath whose hand he had fallen. That chieftain now stood over the body of his victim, brandishing a war-club which he had snatched from a dying Indian near. Quick as thought, De Grais levelled, a pistol at his head, when the track of the flying ROMANCE OF INDIAN HISTORY. girl brought her directly in his line of sight, and he withheld his fire. Kiodago, in the meantime, had been cut off from the rest of his people by the soldiers, who closed in upon the space which his terrible arm had a moment before kept open. A cry of agony escaped the high-souled savage, as he saw how thus the last hope was lost. He made a gesture, as if about to rush again into the fray, and sacrifice his life with his tribesmen, and then per- ceiving how futile must be the act, he turned oh his heel, and bounded after his retreating wife, with arms outstretched, to shield her from the dropping shots of the enemy. The uprising sun had now lighted up the scene, but all this passed so instantaneously that it was impossible for De Grais to keep his eye upon the I fugitives amid the shifting forms that glanced con- tinually before him ; and when, accompanied by Hanyost and seven others, he had got fairly in pur- suit, Kiodago who still kept behind his wife, was far in advance of the chevaher and his party. Her forest training had made the Indian mother as fleet of foot as the wild gazelle. She heard, too, the cheering voice of her loved warrior behind her, and pressing her infant in her arras she urged her flight over crag and fell, and soon reached the head of a rocky pass, which it would take some moments for any but an American forester to scale. But the indefatigable Frenchmen are ur- ging their way up the steep ; the cry of pursuit grows nearer as they catch a sight of her husband through the thickets, and the agonized wife finds her onward pro,gress prevented by a ledge of rock that impends above heK. But now again Kiodago is by her side ; he has lifted his wife to the cliff 1* 10 ROMANCE OF INDIAN HISTORY. above, and placed lier infant in her arms ; and already, with renewed activity, the Indian mother is speeding on to a cavern among the hills, well- known as a fastness of safety. Kiodago looked a moment after her retreating figure, and then coolly swung himself to the ledge which commanded the pass. He might now easily have escaped his pursuers ; but as he stepped back from the edere of the cliff, and looked down the narrow ravine, the vengeful spirit of the red man was too strong within him to allow such an oppor- tunity of striking a blow to escape. His toma- hawk and war-club had both been lost in the strife, but he still carried at his back a more efficient weapon in the hands of so keen a hunter. There were but three arrows in his quiver, and the Mo- hawk was determined to have the life of an enemy in exchange for each of them. His bow was strung quickly, but with as much coolness as if there were no exigency to require haste. Yet he had scarcely time to throw himself upon his breast, near the brink of the declivity, before one of his pursuers, more active than the rest, exposed him- self to the unerring archer. He came leaping from rock to rock, and had nearly reached the head of the glen, when, pierced through and through by one of Kiodago's arrows, he toppled from the crags, and rolled, clutching the leaves in his death-agony, among the tangled furze below A second met a similar fate, and a third victim would probably have been added, if a shot from the fusil of Hanyost, who sprang forward and caught sight of the Indian just as the first man feh, had not disabled the thumb-joint of the bold archer, even as he fixed his last arrow in the string. R©- ROMANCE OF INDIAN HISTORY. H sistance seemed now at an end, and Kiodago again betook himself to flight. Yet anxious to divert the pursuit from his wife, the young chieftain pealed a yell of defiance, as he retreated in a different di- rection from that which she had taken. The whoop was answered by a simultaneous shout and rush on the part of the whites ; but the Indian had not advanced far before he perceived that the pur- suing party, now reduced to six, had divided, and that three only followed him. He had recognised the scout, Hanyost, among his enemies, and it was now apparent that that wily traitor, instead of be- ing misled by his artifice, had guided the other thi'ee upon the direct trail to the cavern which the Christian captive had taken. Quick as thought, the Mohawk acted upon the impression. Making a few steps within a thicket, still to mislead his present pursuers, he bounded across a mountain torrent, and then leaving his footmarks, dashed in the yielding bank, he turned shortly on a rock be- yond, recrossed the stream, and concealed himself behind a fallen tree, while his pursuers passed within a few paces of his covert. A broken hillock now only divided the chief from the point to which he had directed his wife oy another route, and to which the remaining par- ty, consisting of De Grais, Hanyost, and a Fi encb musketeer, were hotly urging their way. The hunted warrior ground his teeth with rage when he heard the voice of the treacherous Fleming ir the glen below him ; and springing from crag to crag, he circled the rocky knoll, and planted his foot by the roots of a blasted oak, that shot its Jimbs above the cavern just as his wife had reach- ed the spot^ and pi-essing her babe to her bosona< noMANCE OF INDIAN FIISTORY. 13 Bank exhausted among the flow(MS that waved m the moist breath of the cave. It chanced that at the very instant, De Grais and liis followers had paused beneath the opposite side of tl^e knoll, from whose broken surface the foot of t}ie flying Indian had disentracred a stone, that, crackling^ amont? the branches, found its way througii a slight ravine into the sflen below. The two Frenchmen stood in doubt for a moment. The musketeer, pointing in the direction whence the stone had rolled, 'turn- ed to reco've the order of his oiHcer. The chev- alier, who had made one step in advance of a broad rock between them, leaned upon it, pistol in hand, half turning toward his follower; while the scout, who stood farthest out from the steep bank, bendino: forward to discover the mouth of the cave, must have caught a glimpse of the sinking female, just as the shadowy form of her husband was dis- played above her. God help thee now, bold ar- cher ! thy quiver is empty ; thy game of life is nearly up ; the sleuth-hound is upon thee ; and thy scalp-lock, whose plumes now flutter in the breeze, will soon be twined in the fingers of the vengeful renegade. Thy wife But hold ! the noble savage has still one arrow left ! Disabled, as he thought himself, the Mohawk had not dropped his bow in the flight. His last arrow was still griped in his bleeding fingers ; and though his stiffening thumb forbore the use of it to the best advantage, the hand of Kiodago had not lost its power. The crisis which it takes so long to describe, had been realized by him in an instant. He saw how the Frenchmen, inexperi- enced in wood-craft, were at fault ; he saw, too, ^hat the keen eye of Hany ;st had caught sight of ROMANCE OF INDIAN HISTORY. 15 the object of their pursuit, and that furlhei flight was liopeless ; while the scene of his burning vil- lage in the distance, inflamed him with hate and fury toward the instrument of his misfortunes. Bracing one knee upon the flinty rock, while the muscles of the other swelled as if the whole ener- gies of his body were collected in that single eflbrt, iviodago aims at the treacherous scout, and the twanging bowstring dismisses his last arrow upon its errand. The hand of the spirit could alone have guided that shaft ! But Waneyo smiles upon the brave warri )r, and the arrow, while it rattles harmless against the cuiras of the French officer, glances toward the victim for whom it was intend- ed, and quivers in the heart of Hanyost ! The dying wretch grasped the sword-chain of the chev- alier, whose corslet clanged among the rocks, as the two went rolling down the glen together ; and De G-rais was not unwilling to abandon the pur- suit when the musketeer, coming to his assistance, had disengaged him, bruised and bloody, from the embrace of the stiffening corpse. The bewildered Europeans rejoined their com- rades, who were soon after on their march from the scene they bad desolated ; while Kiodago de- scended from his eyry to collect the fugitive^ sur- vivors of his band, and, after buryiijg the slain, to wreak a terrible vengeance upon their murderers ; Ihe most of wh im were cut off" by him before they joined the main body of the French array. The Count de Frontenac, returning to Canada, died so>D afterward, and the existence of the half-blood Indian woman was s on forgotten. 16 ROMANCE OF INDIAN HISTORY. ADAM POE AND BIGFOOT. My little readers, sitting by their cheerful fire- sides, in their pleasant homes, with all the com- forts and luxuries of civilized life about them, can liave but a fahit idea of the hardships endured, the perils encountered, by the early settlers in this country. There are indeed chapters in its early liistory, which, related with the greatest simplicity of language, present a more startling array of thrilling incidents than the wildest tales of ro- manced It is within the limits of the last thre,e hundred years, that upon the very grounds where we have built our comfortable homes, the untamed and unlettered savage held almost undisputed sway ; the dense forest shadowed the land from Pan- ama to the frozen North, and every bay, and estu- ary, and lake, bore only upon its surface the bark canoe of the wild Indian. But now, the war-whoop is silent, and comfortable and stately dwellings occupy the seat of the humble wigwam. The hardy pioneers in the settlement of this country, fought their way inch by inch against the fierce redmen of the forest. To enable my little readers more fully to appreciate the perils they encounter- ed, I will relate to them one of those scenes in which they were so frequently engaged, even down to within the last seventy or eighty years. About the middle of July, 1782, seven Wyan- dots crossed the Ohio a few miles above Wheel- ing, and committed great depredations upon the southern shore, killing an old man whom they found alone in his cabin, and spreading terror throughout the nei ghborhood Within a few hours after their retreat, eight men assembled from dif- ROMANCE OF INDIAN HISTORY. 17 ferent parts of tha small settlement and pursued the enemy with great expedition. Among the more active and efficient of the party were two orothers, Adam and Andrew Poe. Adam was particularly popular. In strength, action, and har- dihood, he had no equal — being finely formed and inured to a^^ the perils of the woods. They had not followed the trail far, before they became Ratisfied that the depredators were con- ducted by Bigfoot, a renowned chief of the Wyan- djt tribe, who derived his name from the immense size of his feet. His height considerably exceed- ed six feet, and his strength was represented as herculean. He had also five brothers, but little inferior to himself in size and courage, and as they generally went in company, they were the terror of the whole country. Adam Poe was over- joyed at the idea of measuring his strength with that of so celebrated a chief, and urged the pursuit with keenness which quickly brought him into the vicinity of the enemy. For the last few miles, the ti-ail had led them up the southern bank of the Ohio, where the footprints in the sand were deep and obvious, but when within a few hundred yards rf the point at which the whites as well as the In- dians were in the habit of crossing, it suddenly di- verged from the stream, and stretched along^ a rocky ridge, forming an obtuse angle with its I former direction. Here Adam halted for a mo- ment, and directed his brother and the other young men to follow the trail with proper caution, while he himself still adhered to the river path, which led through clusters of willows directly to the point where he supposed the enemy to lie. Having ex- amined the priming of his gun, he crept cautiously 18 ROMANCE OF INDIAN HISTORY. through the bushes, until he had a view of the point of embarkation. Here lay two canoes, empt) and apparently deserted. Being satisfied, however. that the Indians were close at hand, he relaxed nothing of his vigilance, and soon gained a jutting cliff, which hung immediately over the canoes Hearing a low murmur below, he peered cau tiously over, and beheld the object of his search The gigantic Bigfoot, lay below him in the shade of a willow, and was talking in a low deep tone to another warrior, who seemed a mere pigmy by his side. Adam cautiously drew back, and cocked his gun. The mark was fair — the distance did not exceed twenty feet, and his aim was unerring. Raising his rifle slowly and cautiously, he took a steady aim at Bigfoot' s breast, and drew the trig- ger. His gun flashed. Both Indians sprung to their feet with a deep interjection of surprise, and for a single second all three stared upon each other This inactivity, however, was soon over. Adam was too much hampered by the bushes to retreat, and setting his life upon the cast of a die, he sprung over the bush which had sheltered him, and sum- moning all his powers, leaped boldly down the pre- cipice and alighted upon the breast of Bigfoot with a shock which bore him to the earth. At the mo- ment of contact, Adam had also thrown his right ai-m around the neck of the smaller Indian, so thai all three came to the earth together. At that moment a sharp firing was heard amor.'j, the bushes above, announcing that the other par- ties were engaged, but the trio below were too busy to attend to anything but themselves. Big- foot was for an instant stunned by the violence of the shock and Adam was enabled to keep them ROMANCE OF INDIAN HI» TORY. IS i mtmm gC ROMANCE OF IN U\N HISTORY. down. But the exertion necessary for that pur- pose was so great, that he had no leisure to use his iaiife. Bigfoot quickly recovered, and without at- tempting to rise wrapped his hnig arms around Adam's body, and pressed him to his breast with the crushing fo' ce of a boa constrictor ! Adam, as I have already remarked, was a powerful man, and had seldom encountered his equal, but never had he yet felt an embrace like that of Bigfoot. He instantly relaxed his hold of the small Indian, who sp]-ung to his feet. Bigfoot then ordered him to run for his tomahawk which lay within ten steps, and kill the white man, while he held him in nis arms. Adam, seeing his danger, struggled manfully to extricate himself from the folds of the giant, but in vain. Ilie lesser Indian approached with his uplifted tomahawk, but Adam watched him closely, and as he was about to strike, gave him a kick so sudden and violent, as to knock the tomahawk from his hand, and send him staggering back into the water. Bigfoot uttered an exclama- tion in a tone of deep contempt at the failure of his companion, and raising his voice to its highest pitch, thundered out several words in the Indian tong-Lie, which Adam could not understand, but supposed to be a direction for a second attack. The lesser Indian now again approached, care- fully shunning Adam's heels, and making many raoti )ns with his tomahawk, in order to deceive him as to the point where the blow would fall I'his lasted for several seconds, until an exclama- tion from Bigfoot compelled his companion to strike. Such was Adam'/ dexterity and vigilance, how- ever, that he managed to, receive the tomahawk m a glancnig direction upon his left wrist, wounding ROMANCE OF INDIAN HISTORY. 21 him deeply but not disahling him. He now made a sudden and desperate effort to free himself from the arms of the giant, and succeeded. Instantly snatching up a rifle (for the Indian could not ver.- lav'i to shoot for fear of hurting his companion) he shot the lesser Indian through the body. But scarcely had he done so when Bigfoot arose, and placing one hand upon his collar and the other upon his hip, pitched him ten feet into the air, as he himself would have pitched a child. Adam fell upon his back at the edge of the water, but before his antagonist could spring upon him, he was again upon his feet, and stung with rage at the idea of being handled so easily, he attacked his gigantic antagonist with a fury which for a time compen- sated for inferiority of strength. It was now a fair fist fight between them, for in the hurry of the struggle neither had leisure to draw their knives. Adam's superior activity and experience as a pu- gilist, gave him great advantage. The Indian struck awkwardly, and finding himself rapidly dropping to leeward, he closed with his antagonist, and again hurled him to the ground. They quick- ly rolled into the river, and the struggle continued with unabated fury, each attempting to drown the other. The Indian being unused to such violent exertion, and having been much injured by the first shock in his stomach, was unable to exert the same powers which had given him such a supe- riority at first ; and Adam, seizing him by the scalp- 'ock, put his head under water, and held it there, until the faint struggles of the Indian induced him to believe that he was drowned, when he relaxed his hold and attempted to draw his knife. The indi'in, however, to use Adam's own expression, 22 ROMANCE OF INDIAN HlSTOilV. BWiPnWgBHiTPMHWBtfJWWrtywr*^*™""'' ROMANCE OF INDIAN HTSTORV 23 *• had only been possumming !" He instantly re- gained his feet, and in his turn put his adversary under. In the struggle, both were carried out into the currei.t, beyond their depth, and each was com- pelled to relax his hold and swim for his life. There was still one loaded rifle upon the shore, and each swam hard in order to reach it, but the Indian proved the most expert swimmer, and Adam seeing that he should be too late, turned and swam out into the stream, intending to dive and thus frustrate his enemy's hitention. At this instant, Andrew, having heard that his brother was alone in a struggle with two Indians, and in great danger, ran up hastily to the edge of the bank above, in order to assist him. Another white man followed him closely, and seeing Adam in the river, covered with blood, and swimming rapidly from shore, mistook him for an Indian, and fired upon him, wounding him dangerously in the shoulder. Adam turned, and seeing his brother, called loudly upon him to '' shoot the big Indian upon the shore." Andrew's gun, however, was empty, having just been discharged. Fortunately, Bigfoot had also seized the gun with which Adam had shot the lesser Indian, so that both were upon an equality. The contest was now who should load first. Big- foot poured in his powder first, and drawing his ramrod out of its sheath in too great a hurry threw it into the river, and while he ran to recover it, Andrew gained an advantage. Still the Indian was but a second too late, for his gun was at his shoulder, when Andrew's ball entered his breast. The gun dropped from his hands and he fell for- ward^ upon his face upon the very margin of the 24 ROMANCE OF INDIAN HTSTORY. river. Andrew, now alarmed for his brotlier, wbo was scarcely able to swim, threw down his gun and rushed into the river in order to bring him ashore — but Adam, more intent upon securing the scalp of Bigfoot as a trophy, than upon his owi: safety, called loudly upon his brother to leave him alone and scalp the big Indian, who was now en- deavoring to roll himself into the water, from a romantic desire, peculiar to the Indian warrior, of securing his scalp from the enemy. Andrew, however, refused to obey, and insisted upon saving the living, before attending to the dead. Bigfoot, in the meantime, had succeeded in reaching the deep water before he expired, and his body was borne off by the waves, without being stripped of the ornament and pride of an Indian warrior. Not a man of the Indians had escaped. Five of Bigfoot's brothers, the flower of the Wyandot nation, had accompanied him in the expedition, and all perished. It is said that the news of this calamity, threw the whole tribe into mourning. Their remarkable size, their courage, and their superior intelligence, gave them immense influ- ence, which, greatly to their credit, was generally exerted on the side of humanity. Their powerful interposition, had saved many prisoners from the stake, and had given a milder character to the war- fare of the Indians in that part of the country. 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