The Free Rangers: A Story of the Early Days Along the Mississippi

by Joseph A. Altsheler

  CHAPTER XIX

  THE BATTLE OF THE BANK

  "What is it? what is it?" cried Adam Colfax, as the three sentinels, whowere worth all the others combined, dashed into the camp.

  "An Indian army!" replied Henry Ware. "We do not yet know how strong, butwe have seen their scouts! hark to them!"

  The fierce war whoop rose and swelled through all the forest, died away,then swelled and died again. From the dark wall of the trees came thecrackling fire of rifles. No one could be in doubt now.

  "Out with the fires! Scatter them, trample them down!" exclaimed Henry.

  He set the example, kicking the wood and embers in every direction. AdamColfax was not one to resent such a sudden assumption of authority, whenhe saw that it meant the saving of human lives. He repeated the order andjoined in the work himself. Fortunately the fires had burned low and thetask was soon done, but not before two or three men had been hit bybullets from the surrounding darkness.

  "Lie down, everybody!" cried Henry, and the order was obeyed at once. Thenthe strange night battle in the heart of the wilderness began. Thesavages, after their first attack, ceased to shout, and the voyagers ontheir own part made little noise. But they knew that the assailing forcewas numerous. It rimmed them on all sides save that of the river, and thelittle pink and red beads of fire seemed to flash from every bush. The menon the boats swarmed to the shore, but Adam Colfax allowed only half ofthem to come, the land force at the same time falling back on the river tomeet them. He had no mind to let his communications be cut.

  As the white line fell back the red came on, and uttered again thelong-drawn, high-pitched war whoop, a cry of exultation. But it was notrepeated, as the white line withdrew only to the bank, and yielded nomore. Then both lines lay in the forest, faces invisible, but the pink andred beads of opposing fire ran back and forth in a stream. Now and then,even in the darkness, a bullet struck true. A groan would start in thewhite line, but it would be checked at the lips, because these were mentoo proud to give expression to pain.

  "They can't make much progress in this way," said Adam Colfax to Henry,who had crept to his side.

  "They can make it terribly wearing by keeping it up all night."

  "We can withdraw to the boats entirely and row away."

  "I wouldn't do it. They're sure to have boats, too, knowing that we couldtake to the water, and if we were to leave here they'd take it as a signof victory and follow. Then we'd have another and worse fight."

  Adam Colfax was of the same opinion. He was not in favor of yielding aninch.

  "I think I can see some of their figures dancing about there among thebushes," he whispered to Henry.

  "I see them, too," replied the youth, "and I think that I see white men.They must be the desperate gang that followed Alvarez out of New Orleans."

  "No doubt of it."

  Adam Colfax presently crept down the river bank, but came back in a fewminutes.

  "Now we'll see something," he whispered to Henry, and what the cautiousleader said was quick to come true.

  The fire of both sides died for a moment, and then came a heavy crash anda jet of fire from the river; there was a long, shrill scream as a missilecurved high over the white line and dropped in the red, where it burst,flinging red-hot pieces of steel in a shower. It was followed instantly byanother report, another jet of fire, and another shower of metal in thebushes. The brass twelve-pounders on the boat had opened fire, and withshot after shot they were searching the dark thickets, whence cries ofrage now came.

  The Americans sent up shouts of triumph and redoubled their rifle fire.Many of the more zealous were eager to creep to the thickets and turn thedefensive into the offensive, but the leaders restrained them.

  "No use to waste life in any such foolish fashion," said shrewd AdamColfax. "While we stay under the cannon they won't rush us, but if wefollow them into the bushes they'll have an overwhelming advantage."

  It began to lighten a little, but the wind blew stronger and very cold forthe time of the year. The red line was withdrawn further into the forest,but it continued an intermittent fire, and now and then uttered achallenging war whoop. The cannon every ten minutes sent a shot amongthem, but whether it did any damage the Americans could not tell. Thedefenders saved their bullets, firing only when there seemed to be achance for a hit, and thus the hours dragged their leaden weight slowlyby.

  A score of the Americans had been wounded by the rifle fire, but in mostcases the wounds were slight. Six were dead and they were taken to theboats, where stones were tied to them and they were dropped into theMississippi to disappear forever. Rovers, adventurers, masterless men,they had been, but they died in a good cause, and they were not withoutmourners, as their bodies slid into the brown waters.

  Adam Colfax had coffee made on several of the boats provided with acooking apparatus, and it was served in the darkness to those who foughton shore. One man had the tin cup shot from his hand as he was raising itto his lips, but he calmly called for another, and when he had drunk it,went on with his part of the battle.

  The hot coffee heartened them wonderfully, and the ten minute cannon shotswere good company. They grew to look for them, and so strong is habit,that they knew almost to the second when the shot was due. It was like aslow, steady chorus, cheering them and telling them to hold on.

  Far toward morning there was a tremendous burst of fire from the thickets,the fierce, high-pitched war shout was repeated three times, and afterthat, silence. Then the darkness sank away, and the day came in a burst ofred and gold, gilding river and forest.

  "They are gone," said Henry, "you'll find now that the woods are empty."

  Many of the voyagers rushed into the forest to discover that he spoke thetruth. Nowhere was there a sign of an enemy. No tree sheltered a warrior,the thickets were harmless. The peaceful morning breeze had no note ofwarning in its song. But when they looked more closely they saw that manydark stains had soaked into the earth, and they knew that not all thebullets and cannon balls had gone amiss.

  "Well, we drove them off that time," said Adam Colfax cheerfully. "Theyfound that they couldn't surprise us, and I guess they've concluded thatthey couldn't rush us either. I fancy it's the last we'll see of 'em."

  Henry shook his head, and Shif'less Sol and Tom Ross, who were standingby, also shook theirs.

  "We're pretty' sure that a big league of the southern tribes has beenformed," Henry said, "and there are also many white men with them, whitemen who are driven by hate and revenge. They'll stick."

  "Then we've got to defend this fleet to the last," said Adam Colfax. "It'sbound to get through; and the first thing I'll have done is to cover upour barrels of powder, so no fire or hot bullets can reach it. Thosebarrels of powder are as precious as gold."

  This task was begun at once and everybody reembarked, a joyful little armythat had won a triumph and that felt able to win more if need be. Thewounded made light of their wounds and all felt new strength and couragewith the daylight. The five returned with the others to their boats.

  "Well, Jim," said Paul to Long Jim Hart, "there's trouble to be found awayfrom New Orleans as well as in it. Last night was not so very peaceful,and the woods did contain danger."

  Long Jim heaved a satisfied sigh.

  "Yes, Paul," he replied, "thar wuz shorely a heap uv danger stirrin' 'boutlast night, an' thar wuz lots uv chances that some uv it would comeknockin' up ag'inst me, but, Paul, I knowed it wuz thar, I knowed it wuzin the woods in front uv us; it wuzn't settin' by my side, talkin' softthings to me, an' sayin' it wuz my friend. No, Paul, ef I had got killedlast night I would hev knowed, ef I knowed anythin' at all, that it wuz anhonest Injun bullet that done it, one that meant to do it, an' nofoolin'."

  The fleet resumed its passage up the river in its usual arrow formation,with the five near the tip of the barb, but the bright promise of themorning was deceitful. Toward noon the clouds of the night before that hadnot retreated far, came back again, filing solemnly across the sky in
along, somber procession. No air stirred. The wide, yellow river stretchedbefore them, a smooth, molten surface.

  The motion of the fleet became perceptibly slower. The men in that turgidatmosphere felt languid and inert, and their hands rested but lightly onoar and paddle. Cheerfulness gave way to depression. The voyage was farless easy than it had seemed a few hours before. Overhead the cloudsunited and drew a leaden blanket from horizon to horizon.

  "It's a storm, of course," said Henry. "Remember the one that struck uswhen we were coming down the river. It's just such another."

  There was a sudden rush of hot air. Dull thunder, singularly uncanny inits low, distant note, began to grumble. Lightning of an intense copperycolor flashed again and again across the heavens. The river began to risein yellow waves that crumbled and rose again.

  Some of the boats had sails, but these were quickly taken in--Adam Colfaxwas no careless seaman. The fleet, nevertheless, began to heave on thetroubled water, break its formation, and fall into imminent danger offrequent collision. The great river, usually so friendly, and, like a longcord, uniting the green lands on either side, was now full of wrath andfury. Burst after burst of wind, screaming ominously, swept over it, andthe waves rolled like those of the sea. Despite powerful hands on oar andpaddle, the fleet was driven about like a covey of frightened birds.Meanwhile, the darkness increased until it was almost like night.

  Adam Colfax struggled hard. He wished to keep to the middle of the river,and a single boat might have fought out the storm there, but the dangerwas steadily increasing. Two boats, already, were in collision, and withgreat difficulty were saved from sinking.

  "We'll have to make for the shore and tie up," he shouted to Henry, whowas in the boat next to him. "I think it's the most violent storm I eversaw on the Mississippi."

  "We may find a sheltered place," Henry shouted back above the roar of thewind.

  "There's nothing else to do," said Adam Colfax. "The eastern shore looksthe lower, and we'll go for it at once."

  He gave the signal with hand and voice, and all the boats began to pullwith their whole strength in a diagonal course toward the east bank, whilethe wind shrieked in gust after gust, the thunder crashed incessantly, andthe coppery lightning flared in great saber-cuts across the sky.

  It was enough to daunt the heart of many a brave man, but Henry Ware wasnot appalled. His primeval instincts had risen to the surface again. Hesaw the grandeur of it rather than the weirdness and danger. Like LongJim, though less outspoken, he had been troubled by the intrigue, theshiftiness, and the false seeming of New Orleans, and now his spiritreplied to the battle of the elements. He was the most active man in thefleet. His quick hand and eye and powerful arm kept one canoe loaded withmedical stores, which had in them the saving of many lives, from going tothe bottom. The harder the wind blew and the rougher the waves grew thehigher his spirit rose to meet them.

  "Look!" he shouted to Adam Colfax, as they approached the shore, "anopening! See it? I think it's a bayou, and if we go up that we'll besafe!"

  Henry was right. Its mouth almost hidden by trees, the deep, still bayouopened out before them, and ran its narrow length far back into the land.One could not conceive a better anchorage for the small boats such asconstituted their fleet. The men, when they saw it, gave a hearty cheerthat rose above the wind. Hardy as they were, fear had entered most ofthem.

  The leading boats passed into the bayou, and all the others, manystruggling hard with wind, current, and waves, followed them. The changewas immediate. They came into quarters comparatively still, but there wasa new danger. A tree, snapped through its mighty trunk by the hurricane,fell across the bayou directly in front of them. It was lucky that nocanoe was in its way.

  "Out, men, with axes!" shouted Adam Colfax, and a dozen leaped to obey hiscommand. The tree was quickly cut apart and a score more dragged the twohalves up to the banks, leaving a passage once more for the fleet. Thiswas repeated further on, and now they began to look anxiously for moreopen country. Only good fortune had saved them so far.

  The bayou ran on narrow and deep, and they pulled and paddled with alltheir might, until at last they came to a place that was fringed only byhigh bushes. The forest on either side was two or three hundred yardsaway, and Adam Colfax, despite his stern New Hampshire nature, did notrepress a cry of joy. Here they were safe, alike from the Mississippi andthe forest.

  "Tie up!" he shouted, and the boats were soon fastened to the bushes inparallel rows on either side of the bayou. Then they hurried to makeshelter for themselves. The supplies were already covered. The skies werenow at the darkest, a solid circle of heavy black clouds. The lightningand thunder alike ceased, and then, borne on the swift wind, came a mightyrain. It was so heavy, so steady, and so searching that they were put totheir utmost labor and ingenuity to keep their precious cargo dry.

  "If the rain were not so tremendously heavy I would look through theforest to see if any enemies were about," said Henry to the leader.

  Adam Colfax glanced up at the water which was falling in sheets andlaughed, a laugh of genuine relief from a great strain.

  "Why, Henry," he said, "I don't believe that a man could keep his feet outthere in all that pelting flood long enough to go many miles. I wish Iwas always as safe from attack as I feel now."

  It was certainly far more comfortable in the boats than it could possiblybe in the sodden forest, where little lakes were already forming. Inaddition, night, very dark, was coming on, and no cessation of the rainwas promised. It was useless, in the face of the deluge, to attempt tobuild fires on the shore, and huddling in the boats under tarpaulins,sails, and blankets, they ate cold food. But Adam Colfax, as a precaution,allowed a little brandy to be served to every man.

  "It's medicine in this case, boys," he said, "and you must look on it so.I don't think you'll get any more."

  Bye and bye the rain slackened a little. Some one began a line of a song,but it did not catch. Nobody joined in, and the singer stopped. Theatmosphere was not favorable to any kind of music. The hours passedslowly, but it was nearly midnight when the rain ceased, and a timid mooncame out to cast a few pale rays over a soaked and dripping forest. Mostof the men were now asleep under their covers, but not one of the fiveslumbered, nor did Adam Colfax and a dozen others.

  "Thank God, it's stopped at last!" said Adam Colfax devoutly--he was areligious man, and his gratitude was not merely oral. "The clouds areclearing away and I think we can soon see where we are."

  "Yes, it will be much lighter soon," said Henry Ware, "but in themeantime we are about to receive a visitor. Look!"

  He pointed down the bayou toward the river. A light canoe was emergingfrom the mists and shadows. It contained a single occupant, and camestraight on up the narrow channel.

  The man who sat in the canoe was tall and thin and wrapped in a drippingblack robe. His head was bare and his gray hair fell in long, straightlocks. The moonlight fell directly upon his thin, ascetic face, andsomething in the eyes that Adam Colfax saw, or thought he saw, sent athrill through him.

  "Is it a ghost?" he asked of Henry Ware in an awed whisper.

  At that moment the moonlight shifted and fell upon something metallic thatgleamed upon the breast of the mystic visitor.

  "It is Father Montigny," said Henry. He, too, felt awe, not at any ghostlyapparition but because the priest had come suddenly at such a time.

  "What does it portend?" was his silent thought.

  Paddling with a strong hand the priest came straight toward them. Themoonlight continued to shine upon his face, and Henry thought that he readthere the impulse of a great mission.