stirring events described.
the proverbial slip ’twixt the cup and the lip, and the well-known uncertainty of all human affairs, received striking illustration in the person and prospects of our hero, daniel davidson, not long after the events narrated in the last chapter.
up to this period the unfortunate colonists of the red river settlement had led a life chiefly of disappointment and disaster. although everything had been done for them by their patron the earl of selkirk with the best intentions, the carrying out of his plans had been frustrated by the feuds of the rival fur companies, the misunderstandings and the jealousies of indians and half-breeds, and, to some extent, by the severity of the climate. an open rupture took place between them and the north-westers. encounters between the contending parties occurred, in which several on both sides were killed, and at last the north-westers, attacking the settlers in force, drove them from the colony and burnt their dwellings and homesteads.
retreating to the north end of lake winnipeg, the colonists found refuge at jack river—three hundred miles distant. from this place they were ultimately recalled by the hudson’s bay company, which took them under its protection. returning to red river, the unfortunate but persevering people proceeded to resume their farming operations. but the prospect before them was gloomy enough. the lawless proceedings of the rival companies had convulsed the whole indian country, and the evil seemed to culminate in the red river colony, to which retired servants of the fur-traders, voyageurs, adventurers, and idlers gravitated as to a centre; so that there was little prospect of their being allowed to prosecute their agricultural operations in peace.
the dissensions at last became so great that a large proportion of the new settlers, including many of the scotch highlanders, dispersed to seek a precarious livelihood among the indians, on the prairies bordering the waters of the missouri, or to sustain themselves and their families by fishing in the distant lakes, and hunting on their shores.
on the advent of spring, however, most of these returned to the colony, with renewed hope in agriculture, and set to work—every man, woman, and child—to get some seed into the ground.
but at this point an event occurred which threw the colony into great consternation, and induced vigorous action on the part of lord selkirk, which was the first step towards more peaceful times.
the north-west party, consisting chiefly of half-breeds, had augmented to upwards of three hundred warriors. it would be more correct, perhaps, to style them banditti; for they had penetrated through every part of rupert’s land, set law at defiance, pillaged and destroyed many of the establishments of their rivals, and kept the whole country in a state of ferment and alarm.
one band of these men, numbering between sixty and seventy, advanced upon red river colony. they were a motley crew, all mounted on horseback and armed with guns, spears, tomahawks, bows, and scalping-knives, besides which they were painted and plumed à la sauvage, and were in the habit when rushing to battle, of yelling like the red-men whose blood mingled with that of the white-man in their veins.
what was the precise intention of these men at this time it is difficult to say, but it was not difficult to see that peace was not their object.
governor semple, of the hudson’s bay company, a mild, just, and much respected man, was in charge of the colony at the time.
daniel davidson was engaged in a very important conversation with old duncan mckay at the time the formidable troop of north-westers swept through the settlements. the old man was seated in the hall, parlour, drawing-room—or whatever you choose to call it—of ben nevis house. it was an uncarpeted, unpainted, unadorned room with pine plank flooring, plank walls, a plank ceiling, a plank table, and a set of plank chairs. ornament was dispensed with in the hall of ben nevis house; for although elspie would fain have clothed it with a little feminine grace, its proprietor would not hear of such proposals.
“stick as many gimcracks as you like about your own room, elspie,” he had remarked when the first attempt was made, “but leave me my hall in peace. it iss quite pleased with it i am as it iss.”
opposite the door of the hall there was a large open fireplace without a grate. doors all round the walls of the hall opened into the other rooms of the establishment. above what would have been the mantelpiece, had one existed, there was a row of tobacco pipes. old duncan was a great smoker. indeed he would have been almost unrecognisable without his pipe. he was smoking when daniel davidson visited him, in order to hold the very important conversation to which we have referred.
“it iss as you say, taniel,” remarked the old man, frowning at his pipe, which was not drawing properly. “marrit life iss more to be desired than single blessedness, whatever, an’ it is a my opeenion that you will do more work with elspie helpin’ you, than by yourself. when iss it you will be wantin’ to call me your father?”
the old man asked the question with a somewhat humorous smile, for he was, to say truth, not a little proud of the staid, sensible, and strong young fellow who aspired to his daughter’s hand—besides, the pipe was drawing well by that time.
“as soon as you like,” answered dan, “or, rather, as soon as elspie likes. you see, things are beginning to look a little more hopeful now. people who seem to know best—or seem to think they do—tell us that the nor’-westers are beginning to see that a colony here won’t interfere in any way with their business; a good deal of seed has been sown, and, if all goes well, we may look for a better year than we have yet had; therefore i don’t see why we should wait any longer.”
“your observations are ferry true. there iss just wan little word you mention that requires consideration,” returned the old man with a brow wrinkled so as to suggest profound sagacity of thought. “you said ‘if all goes well.’ but supposin’, for the sake of argument, that all does not go well—what then?”
“why, then,” answered the young man with a laugh, “we shall be no worse off than other people, who have to make the best of things as they find them.”
“no doubt—no doubt—that iss the true an’ pheelosophical way to look at the matter. but don’t you think, taniel, that it would be as well to putt off till our munister arrives? i would not be havin’ my daughter marrit without a munister if i can help it. an’ you know his lordship has promised more than wance to send us wan. he will not be long o’ coming now.”
“yes, a minister has been promised again an’ again,” returned dan, somewhat bitterly, “an’ i suppose he will go on promising again and over again, but i have not much faith in these promises. the earl has too many agents who are not as true as himself. i would rather not delay my marriage on that account. what ails you at mr sutherland?”
“well, taniel, i hev nothing to say against muster sutherland. he iss a ferry goot man—i will not be denyin’ that, but—he iss not an ordained munister.”
“what of that?” retorted dan. “he is an ordained elder of the church of scotland, and that is much the same thing. and he is a good, christian man, respected by every one in the settlement.”
“well, well, taniel; hev it your own way,” returned old duncan with a resigned look. “of course, it would have been pleesanter if he had been a regular munister, whatever; but, as you say, my boy, ‘what of that?’ so, as things look a little more peaceable than they wass—though not ferry much—i will be—”
he was interrupted at this point by the sudden entrance of jacques bourassin with the astounding intelligence that a band of north-westers had gone up the settlement to attack fort garry.
“hoot! nonsense, man!” exclaimed old mckay, starting up and flinging his pipe away in the excitement of the moment.
“no—not nonsense!” said bourassin in broken english; “it be true. i knows it. i come to say that we go to the fort to help them.”
“right, boy, right!” exclaimed the old man, hastily belting on his capote. “fergus! tuncan!—elspie! where are these boys?”
“in the stable, father. i saw them just—”
“let them saddle all the nags—quick,” cried the old man. “taniel, you better—”
he stopped; for daniel had already run out to saddle and mount his own horse.
in a few minutes a cavalcade of a dozen powerful young fellows, headed by old duncan mckay, and armed with guns, were galloping at full speed in the direction of fort garry.
but before this cavalcade had set out, the rencontre at the fort had already taken place, and been fatally decided.
the approach of the enemy had been announced to those nearest the scene of action by the women and children of that part of the settlement, who were seen running about in frantic alarm trying to hide themselves, and some of them seeking refuge in the fort.
among these were two brothers named sinclair. one of them, archie by name, was a stout healthy fellow of twelve or thereabouts, the other was a thin delicate boy of ten, whose illness, whatever it was, had reduced him to skin and bone, taken all the colour out of his cheeks, and rendered him quite unable to run or play like other boys. they had recently become orphans, their father and mother, who were among the most recent arrivals, having died suddenly within a few weeks of each other. when the alarm of the threatened attack was given, the brothers were amusing themselves on the sunny side of the cottage which had been for only one year their happy home.
in a moment archie took his brother on his back and scampered away with him to a place near the river, and hid him in a hollow under the bank, where they had been wont to play at grizzly bears and hunters.
meanwhile governor semple, with several gentlemen and attendants, walked out to meet the party of half-breeds and indians, not to offer battle, but for the purpose of parlance and conciliation. it is admitted, however, that governor semple committed a grave error of judgment in allowing his small party to carry arms. they numbered only twenty-eight in all, and, being untrained, could have had no chance in an open fight with such opponents. if the governor had gone out unarmed with only one or two attendants, he would, it was thought, have appealed irresistibly to the honour of the party.
as it was, when the hudson’s bay party drew near they thought the look of their opponents so suspicious that the governor halted his men, and they stood in a group as if in consultation. seeing this, the half-breeds divided themselves into two bodies, and commenced firing from behind some willows—at first a shot or two, and then a merciless volley. no fewer than twenty-one of the twenty-eight fell to rise no more, among whom were the governor himself; mr wilkinson, his secretary: captain rogers, a mineralogist; mr white, the surgeon; mr holt, of the swedish navy, and mr mclean, a principal settler.
indeed the whole party would have probably been killed and the settlers massacred at that time, but for the courageous interposition of the chief of the half-breeds, cuthbert grant, who, at the risk of his life, stood between the settlers and their foes, only one of which last was killed.
when old mckay and his party drew near to the scene, the massacre was completed, and most of his little band—which had been slightly augmented on the way up—turned right-about, and rode away to defend their respective homes.
but the warrior spirit of old mckay and his sons had been roused. they refused to turn tail, and, in company with dan and peter davidson, made a furious charge into a detached party of the half-breeds which they chanced to encounter. they scattered them like sheep, though they did not succeed in killing any. then they also wheeled round and galloped back to their respective homes.
“come, elspie, tear,” said the old man as he dismounted, “putt what ye value most in your pocket an’ come away. the duvles are down on us, and we are not able to hold out in ben nevis. the settlers must choin altogether, an’ do the best we can to defend ourselves.”
while he was speaking, the highlander was busy stuffing some of the smaller of his household goods into his pockets—amongst them a large quantity of tobacco.
meanwhile fergus hastened to the stable to saddle vixen for elspie, while the poor girl ran to her room and secured some small objects which she valued—among them a miniature portrait of her mother, and a bible which the good lady had given to her a short time before her death. there was no money, and no valuable documents had to be looked after, so that preparations for fight were soon completed.
now there was a member of old duncan mckay’s household who has not yet been introduced to the reader, but whose character and influence in the household were such as to demand special notice. this member was an old woman named peg. probably this was an abbreviation of peggy, but we cannot tell. neither can we say what her surname was, for we never heard it, and no one spoke of the old creature by any other name than that of “old peg.”
although old peg was by no means feeble—indeed, judged by her capacities, she might have been pronounced middle-aged, for she could walk about the house all day, actively engaged in miscellaneous self-imposed duties, and could also eat like a man and sleep like a dormouse—she was, nevertheless, withered, and wrinkled, and grey, and small. her exact age nobody knew—and, for the matter of that, nobody seemed to care.
extreme amiability and self-obliteration were the chief characteristics of old peg. she was silent by nature, and deaf as a post—whether by art or nature we know not; probably both. well, no—on second thoughts, not quite as deaf as a post, for by means of severe shouting she could be made to hear.
smiles and nods, however, were her chief means of communication with the outer world. when these failed, a yell might be tried with advantage.
no one of the mckay household ever thought of giving old peg anything in the shape of work to do, for the very good reason that, being an extremely willing horse, she was always working; and she possessed a peculiar faculty of observation, which enabled her to perceive, long before any one else, what ought to be done, and the right time to do it, so that, when any one bounced round with the sudden intention of telling her to do anything, old peg was found to have done it already, or to be in the act of doing it. it is almost superfluous to say that she patched and mended the household garments, washed the most of things washable, sewed the sewable, darned the sock, and, generally, did-up the whole mckay family. when not engaged in definite or specific work, she had a chronic sock-knitting which helped to fill up and round off the corners of her leisure hours.
old peg had been the nurse, consecutively, of fergus, elspie, and duncan junior. she was now equivalent to their second mother, having nursed their first mother to the end with faithful untiring affection, and received from the dying woman a solemn commission never to forsake duncan senior or his progeny.
no sentiment of a religious nature ever escaped old peg, but it was observed that she read her bible regularly, and was occasionally found asleep on her knees—greatly to the amusement of that irritable old rascal, duncan senior, and to the gratification of elspie, who came to the conclusion that the old woman must have learned well off by heart such words as—“whatsoever thy hand findeth to do; do it with thy might.” “do good to all men as thy hand findeth opportunity.” “be clothed with humility.” “trust in the lord at all times.” probably elspie was right, for she judged of people in the old-fashioned way, namely, “by their fruits.” her judgment of the two duncans on this principle, by the way, could not have been very exalted, but we cannot tell. she was much too loyal and loving a daughter and sister to give any sign or opinion.
at the time of the sudden call to flight just described, the mckay family had totally forgotten old peg in their hurry. elspie was the first to miss her.
“old peg!” she exclaimed—almost screamed—while fergus was assisting her to mount vixen, “where is she?”
“i’ll find her,” said fergus, “and bring her on in the cart. you be off after father. we’ve no time to lose.”
“be sure you bring her, fergus,” said elspie.
“all right; no fear!”
thus assured, elspie was about to gallop away after her father—who had started in advance, to overtake and stop the prairie cottage family, so that they might travel in one band—when the clatter of hoofs was heard, and next moment dan davidson galloped round the corner of the house.
“i came back for you, elspie,” he said, pulling up. “why did you not come on with your father?”
“i expected to overtake him, dan. you know vixen is swift. besides, i missed old peg, and delayed a few minutes on her account. is she with your party?”
“no—at least i did not see her. but she may have been in the cart with louise. shall i look for her while you gallop on?”
“no; fergus has promised to find and bring her after us. come, i am ready.”
the two galloped away. as they did so young duncan issued from the stable behind the house, leading out his horse. he was in no hurry, having a good mount. at the same time fergus came out at the back-door of the house shouting, “old peg! hallo! old woman, where are ye?”
“hev ye seen her, duncan?” he asked impatiently.
“it iss seekin’ high an’ low i hev been, an’ it iss of no use shoutin’, for she hears nothin’.”
“i’m sure i saw her in the cart wi’ the davidsons,” said duncan.
“are you sure?” asked fergus.
“weel, i did not pass quite close to them, as i ran up here for my horse on hearin’ the news,” replied duncan; “but i am pretty sure that i saw her sittin’ beside louise.”
“hm! that accoonts for her not being here,” said fergus, running into the stable. “hold on a bit, duncan. i’ll go with ye in a meenit.”
in the circumstances he was not long about saddling his horse. a few minutes more, and the brothers were galloping after their friends, who had got a considerable distance in advance of them by that time, and they did not overtake them till a part of the settlement was reached where a strong muster of the settlers was taking place, and where it was resolved to make a stand and face the foe.
here it was discovered, to the consternation of the mckay family, that old peg was not with the davidson party, and that therefore she must have been left behind!
“she must be found and rescued,” exclaimed elspie, on making the discovery.
“she must!” echoed dan davidson: “who will go back with me?”
a dozen stout young fellows at once rode to the front, and old mckay offered to take command of them, but was overruled and left behind.
