experience of Indian life that a few resolute white men well armed were more than a match for ten times their number of Indians. And this arose not so much from the superior strength or agility of the Whites over their red foes, as from that bull-dog courage and utter recklessness of their lives in combat—qualities which the crafty savage can neither imitate nor understand. The information was received with indifference by most of the trappers, and with laughter by some; for a large number of Cameron’s men were wild, evil-disposed fellows, who would have as gladly taken the life of an Indian as that of a buffalo.
Just as the word was given to resume the march, Dick Varley rode up to Cameron and said in a somewhat anxious tone,—“D’ye obsarve, sir, that one o’ the Redskins has gone off ahead o' his comrades?”
“I see that, Master Dick, and it was a mistake of mine not to have stopped him; but he was gone too far before I observed it, and I thought it better to appear unconcerned. We must push on, though, and give him as short time as possible to talk with his comrades in the camp.”
The trappers pressed forward accordingly at a gallop, and were soon in front of the clump of trees amongst which the Peigans were encamped. Their approach had evidently spread great alarm among them, for there was a good deal of bustle and running to and fro; but by the time the trappers had dismounted and advanced in a body on foot, the savages had resumed their usual quiet dignity of appearance, and were seated calmly round their fires with their bows and arrows beside them. There were no tents, no women or children, and the general aspect of the men showed Cameron that his surmise about their being a war party was correct.
A council was immediately called. The trappers ranged themselves on one side of the council fire and the Indians on the other. Meanwhile, our friend Crusoe had been displaying consid rable irritability against the Indians, and he would certainly have attacked the whole two hundred single-handed if he had not been ordered by his master to lie still; but never before in his life had Crusoe obeyed with such a bad grace. He bristled and whined in a low tremulous tone, and looked at Dick as if for permission to fly at them.
“The Pale-face traders are glad to meet with the Peigans,” began Cameron, who determined to make no9
