第2章

His position, with his head resting on the edge of the canoe and his shoulder pressed against the side, was full of comfort to him, and he awaited calmly whatever might come.Here and there were little spaces among the leaves overhead, and through them he saw a moon, now almost hidden by thick and rolling vapors, and a sky that had grown dark and somber.The last timid star had ceased to twinkle, and the rising wind was wet and cold.He was glad of the blanket, and, skilled forest runner that he was, he never traveled without it.Henry remained perfectly still.The light canoe did not move beneath his weight the fraction of an inch.His upturned eyes saw the little cubes of sky that showed through the leaves grow darker and darker.The bushes about him were now bending before the wind, which blew steadily from the south, and presently drops of rain began to fall lightly on the water.

The boy, alone in the midst of all that vast wilderness, surrounded by danger in its most cruel forms, and with a black midnight sky above him, felt neither fear nor awe.Being what nature and circumstance had made him, he was conscious, instead, of a deep sense of peace and comfort.He was at ease, in a nest for the night, and there was only the remotest possibility that the prying eye of an enemy would see him.The leaves directly over his head were so thick that they formed a canopy, and, as he heard the drops fall upon them, it was like the rain on a roof, that soothes the one beneath its shelter.

Distant lightning flared once or twice, and low thunder rolled along the southern horizon, but both soon ceased, and then a rain, not hard, but cold and persistent, began to fall, coming straight down.Henry saw that it might last all night, but he merely eased himself a little in the canoe, drew the edges of the blanket around his chin, and let his eyelids droop.

The rain was now seeping through the leafy canopy of green, but he did not care.It could not penetrate the close fiber of the blanket, and the fur cap drawn far down on his head met the blanket.Only his face was uncovered, and when a cold drop fell upon it, it was to him, hardened by forest life, cool and pleasant to the touch.

Although the eyelids still drooped, he did not yet feel the tendency to sleep.It was merely a deep, luxurious rest, with the body completely relaxed, but with the senses alert.The wind ceased to blow, and the rain came down straight with an even beat that was not unmusical.No other sound was heard in the forest, as the ripple of the river at the edges was merged into it.

Henry began to feel the desire for sleep by and by, and, laying the paddle across the boat in such a way that it sheltered his face, he closed his eyes.In five minutes he would have been sleeping as soundly as a man in a warm bed under a roof, but with a quick motion he suddenly put the paddle aside and raised himself a little in the canoe, while one hand slipped down under the folds of the blanket to the hammer of his rifle.

His ear had told him in time that there was a new sound on the river.He heard it faintly above the even beat of the rain, a soft sound, long and sighing, but regular.He listened, and then he knew it.It was made by oars, many of them swung in unison, keeping admirable time.

Henry did not yet feel fear, although it must be a long boat full of Indian warriors, as it was not likely, that anybody else would be abroad upon these waters at such a time.He made no attempt to move.Where he lay it was black as the darkest cave, and his cool judgment told him that there was no need of flight.

The regular rhythmic beat of the oars came nearer, and presently as he looked through the covert of leaves the dusky outline of a great war canoe came into view.It contained at least twenty warriors, of what tribe he could not tell, but they were wet, and they looked cold and miserable.Soon they were opposite him, and he saw the outline of every figure.Scalp locks drooped in the rain, and he knew that the warriors, hardy as they might be, were suffering.

Henry expected to see the long boat pass on, but it was turned toward a shelving bank fifty or sixty yards below, and they beached it there.Then all sprang out, drew it up on the land, and, after turning it over, propped it up at an angle.When this was done they sat under it in a close group, sheltered from the rain.They were using their great canoe as a roof, after the habit of Shawnees and Wyandots.

The boy watched them for a long time through one of the little openings in the bushes, and he believed that they would remain as they were all night, but presently he saw a movement among them, and a little flash of light.He understood it.They were trying to kindle a fire-with flint and steel, under the shelter of the boat.He continued to watch them 'lazily and without alarm.

Their fire, if they succeeded in making it, would cast no light upon him in the dense covert, but they would be outlined against the flame, and he could see them better, well enough, perhaps, to tell to what tribe they belonged.

He watched under his lowered eyelids while the warriors, gathered in a close group to make a shelter from stray puffs of wind, strove with flint and steel.Sparks sprang up and went out, but Henry at last saw a little blaze rise and cling to life.Then, fed with tinder and bark, it grew under the roof made by the boat until it was ruddy and strong.The boat was tilted farther back, and the fire, continuing to grow, crackled cheerfully, while the flames leaped higher.

By a curious transfer of the senses, Henry, as he lay in the thick blackness felt the influence of the fire, also.Its warmth was upon his face, and it was pleasing to see the red and yellow light victorious against the sodden background of the rain and dripping forest.The figures of the warriors passed and repassed before the fire, and the boy in the boat moved suddenly.His body was not shifted more than an inch, but his surprise was great.