old peg.
meanwhile, accustomed to think and act for herself, old peg, on the first alarm, had made up her mind to do her fair share of work quietly.
she did not require to be told that danger threatened the family and that flight had been resolved on. a shout from some one that nor’-westers were coming, coupled with the hasty preparations, might have enlightened a mind much less intelligent than that of the old woman. she knew that she could do nothing to help where smart bodily exercise was needed, but, down by the creek close by, there was a small stable in which a sedate, lumbering old cart-horse dwelt. the horse, she felt sure, would be wanted. she could not harness it, but she could put a bridle on it and lead it up to the house.
this animal, which was named elephant on account of its size, had been totally forgotten by the family in the hurry of departure.
old peg found the putting of a bridle on the huge creature more difficult work than she had expected, and only succeeded at last by dint of perseverance, standing on three or four bundles of hay, and much coaxing—for the creature had evidently taken it into its head that the old woman had come there to fondle it—perhaps to feed it with sugar after the manner of elspie.
she managed the thing at last, however, and led the horse up towards the house.
now, while she had been thus engaged the family had left, and the half-breeds—having combined their forces—had arrived.
ben nevis was the first house the scoundrels came to. dismounting, and finding the place deserted, they helped themselves to whatever was attractive and portable—especially to a large quantity of canada twist tobacco, which old duncan had found it impossible to carry away. then they applied fire to the mansion, and, in a wonderfully short time ben nevis was reduced to a level with the plain. another party treated prairie cottage in a similar manner.
it was when the first volume of black smoke rose into the sky that old peg came to the edge of the bushes that fringed the creek and discovered that ben nevis had suddenly become volcanic! she instantly became fully aware of the state of matters, and rightly judged that the family must have escaped, else there would have been some evidence of resistance.
fortunately the old woman had not yet passed quite from the shelter of the bushes. she drew back with a degree of caution worthy of a red-skin, leading the horse with her. when well out of sight she paused for the purpose of meditation. what was now to be done! as we have said, she possessed decision of character in an eminent degree. she never at any time had taken long to make up her mind; she was not going to begin now, though the position was probably the most perplexing that she had ever experienced. suddenly she raised her head and laughed.
in the circumstances it would not have been surprising had hysteria seized old peg, but there was nothing hysterical in her nature. calm, cool, calculating courage dominated her every thought and feeling, but the idea of what she was driven to in her old age had tickled her fancy. leading the big cart-horse close up to a bank, she prepared to mount him—having previously broken off a good strong switch from a neighbouring bush.
never before in her life had peg mounted a steed of any kind whatever. she knew the lady’s position on horseback by sight, of course, but not by practice. to attempt it even with a side-saddle would have been impossible; but elephant was barebacked. fortunately he was fat and broad, and without a visible back-bone. old peg at once made up her mind, and, climbing the bank, scrambled on his back in gentleman’s position. it was more comfortable than she had dared to hope.
but now an unexpected difficulty met her. elephant declined to move! she pulled at his bridle, and he turned sluggishly, but he would not advance. peg administered a sounding whack with the switch. she might as well have hit a neighbouring tree. elephant’s hide was like that of his namesake, and he had no feelings to speak of that could be touched, or hurt, or worked upon.
in this dilemma the old woman had recourse to a weapon with which her broad bosom was at all times furnished. she drew a large pin, and drove the point into elephant’s flank. the result was instantaneous. up went his hindquarters, and peg found herself sprawling on his bushy mane. she held on to that, however, and, gradually working her way back, regained her old position—thankful that she had not been thrown to the ground.
another result was that elephant condescended to walk. but this was not enough. escape at such a pace was impossible. old peg prodded him again—this time on the shoulder, for she rightly conjectured that he could not well kick up with his fore-legs. but he might rear! the thought caused her to grasp the bushy mane with both hands and hold on. he did not rear, but he trotted, and poor old peg came to the conclusion that there were disagreeable novelties in life, even for her.
when elephant at length burst out of the fringe of wood and gained the track that followed the course of the river, she was immediately seen by the plunderers, who laughed at the strange rider but did not follow her, with the exception of one man—an indian, painted and feathered,—who started in pursuit, hoping, possibly, for an easy scalp.
he soon came close up, and, being armed with a bow, sent an arrow in advance of him. the shaft was well aimed. it grazed the flank of elephant, inflicting a painful wound. this woke up the old horse surprisingly, so that it not only broke into a gallop, but set off at racing speed as it used to do when young. the indian was badly mounted, and gradually lost ground, whereupon he sent after the fugitives several more arrows which all fell wide of the mark.
the change to old peg was as a reprieve from death! the trot had almost dislocated her bones, and shaken her up like an addled egg, and the change to racing speed afforded infinite relief. she could scarcely credit her senses, and she felt a tendency to laugh again as she glanced over her shoulder. but that glance removed the tendency, for it revealed the indian warrior, in all his paint and feathers and streaming scalp-locks, in hot pursuit, while the whiz of another arrow close past her ear convinced our heroine that it was not a dream.
the jolting to which the poor old creature was subjected had disturbed her costume not a little. her shawl came nearly off, and, holding on by one pin, fluttered like a flag of defiance. her slippers, which were of the carpet pattern, were left behind on the prairie to perplex the wolves, and her voluminous hair—once a rich auburn, but now a pearly grey—having escaped its cap and fastenings, was streaming out gaily in the breeze, as if to tempt the fingers and knife of the pursuer.
a stern-chase is a long one, whether ashore or afloat. pursuer and pursued went rapidly down the settlement until they came in sight of the band which had come to rescue peg. they received her with a wild cheer of surprise and joy, which turned the red-skin to the right-about, and sent him back to his friends much faster than he had come.
on receiving his report, the half-breeds at once dashed off in pursuit of the settlers, and did not draw rein until they reached the place where the scotchmen had made a stand. the latter were greatly outnumbered, at least in fighting men, but they showed such a resolute front, that cuthbert grant, the half-breed leader, again interfered to prevent bloodshed if possible. after calming his men, and advising forbearance, he turned to duncan mckay senior, who was the settlers’ spokesman, and said—
“if you will go peaceably away out of the colony, we will spare you, but if you show fight your blood be on your own heads, for i cannot restrain my men much longer.”
“iss it sparin’ us you will be talkin’ of, cuthbert grant?” answered the highlander, with scorn. “wow! but if it wass not for the weemen an’ children that’s with us, you would hev a goot chance o’ bein’ in need o’ sparin’ yoursels; an’ it iss not much o’ the blood o’ the grants, either, that’s in your veins, or ye would scorn to consort wi’ such fire-raisin’ cut-throats. it iss the fortune of war—whatever, and we can’t affoord to leave our weemen an’ bairns defenceless. so we accept your terms, if we are not hindered from carryin’ away our arms.”
“carry away whatever you like,” replied grant, quietly, “only be off at once, or i’ll not answer for the consequences.”
thus the angry highlander was dismissed, and in the end the unfortunate settlers, being a second time driven into exile, took refuge, as before, at jack river.
