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I The I Doom Trail - By Arthur D. Bowden Smith : Amthmr mf POR TO BELLO COLD. Etc. br Brentano's. > WNU Service THE STORY CHAPTER I.—Harry Ormerod, pro scribed traitor to King George as a Stuart partisan, returning from France to London, rescues Alderman Robert Juggins from a band of assassins. Jug ?;lns proves to be the grandson of a ormer steward of Ormerod's father, to whom Juggins feels himself indebted Ormerod tells Juggins he has aban doned the Stuart cause. CHAPTER II.—Juggins tells Or merod of a Jacobite plot In the Ameri can colonies to weaken England by forwarding French Interests Theli aim Is the return of King James to the English throne. At Its head Is one Andrew Murray, a Scotsman, and a Frenchman De Veulle. deadly enemy of Ormerod. The two are In London furthering their schemes. Ormerod sees them. Anticipating the plotters early return to America, Juggins ar ranges for Ormerod to go there with letters to Governor Burnet, friend of Juggins, and work to foil Murray. CHAPTER III—Disguised as Jug gins’ servant, Ormerod takes passage to America. He meets a Scottish girl daughter of Murray, and ardent Jac obite. De Veulle recognises him. and their enmity flames. The Frenchman denounces Ormerod to the girl as a traitor to the Stuart cause Believing him, she repulses Ormerod's profTer o! friendship. He is thrown Into the sea by an unseen assailant. CHAPTER IV.—Ormerod, regaining the deck, has recognised his assailant as Murray's servant, Tom, giant negro He accuses Murray of employing the negro to ass&sHnate him, but a true#* is arranged. At New York Ormerod saves an Indian from Insult. The In dian, who speaks English. Is Ta-wan ne-ars. Seneca chief CHAPTER V.—Governor Burnet wel comes Ormerod a« a friend of Juggins, and tells him Murray’s alms. By what Is known as the "Doom Trail’’ Murray smuggles furs, which should come to New York, to the French In Canada With Ta-wan-ne-ars and a gigantic Dutchman, Peter Corlaer, Ormerod agrees to go to Niagara, French out post, and spy out the secrets of the Doom Trail. He of course speaks French. De Veulle has won Ga-ha-no, Ta-wan-ne-ars' affianced wife, now the Frenchman's mistress, and the red man seeks revenge. Ta-wan-ns-ars saves Ormerod's life in an attack on him by Murray’s henchman, Bolling. CHAPTER VI.—Accusing Murray, without avail, of Inciting Bolling, Or merod learns the girl’s name Is Mar jory With his two companions he be gins the journey From the Oneida castle the Great Trail bore westward past De-o-sa-dn ya-ah (Deep Spring), which lay on the boundaries of the Onondagas, whose w .«* —7—:—ram beautiful valley, with Its morror lake, was the fairest country I have ever seen unless It be the matchless home of the Senecas. The trail led us through the three villages of the tribe, which were scattered along the banks of the Onondaga river northward of the lake It was a rich country which we traversed, a country lit to be the home of a race of warriors. The people we met. In the villages where we some times slept and ate or along the shaded slot of the trail, were pleasant and courteous. They eyed me curiously, but there was never any unseemly disregard of manners. Even the chll aren were polite and hospitable. We slept that night In the Cayuga village, and In the morning forded the foot of the lake and pursued the trail westward again until It emerged upon the north hank of the Seneca rlvei which we followed to the village of Oa-nun-da-gwa (site of Canandaigua N. Y.), on the lake of that name. "Now we are in the country of the Senecas, brother,” said Ta-wan-ne-ars, when we started the next morning “You have seen the homes of all the other tribes, save only the Tuacaro raa, who live to the south of the Onel daa; but none of them la ao fair as the valley of Oen-nla-he-yo (literally, "The Beautiful Valley*’), where my brethren dwell.” From a little village that waa hud dled on the near bank of the river Ta wan-ne-ars sent off that night a mes senger to carry on word of our com' ig. So two days later, wben we had passed the Oen-cls-he-jro and the belt of for ~{fi' * r 1 * | f ; i i est beyond to the Senecas' chief town De-o-nun-da-ga-a, It was to find our selves expected guests. Warriors and hunters, women and children, along (he trail, hulled Ta-wan-ne-ars and his friends; and at the gate of the pal isade which fortified the village—foi It was the prlnclpul stronghold of tin Western Door—stood Do-ne-ho-ga-weh himself, the Guardian of the Door, with his roy-an-ehs and ha-seh-no-wa weh (literally, "An Elevated Name”), or chiefs, around him. He was a splendid looking old man. tall as Ta-wan-ne-ars, his massive shoulders unbent by age, his naked chest, with the vivid device of the wolf's head, rounded like a barrel; his pendant scalp-lock shot with gray. He and those with him were In gala dress, and the sun sparkled on elaborate beadwork and silver and gold oruu meats and inlay of weapons. He took one step forward as we halted, and his right arm went up In the graceful Iroquois salute. "Qua. Ta-wan-ne-ars!" his voice boomed out. "You are welcome home. 0 my nephew. 1 can see that you have been brave against our enemies, for you carry a string of scalps at your belt. I can see that you have been honored, for Corlaer walks with you. 1 cau see that you have been fortunate, for a strange white man walks beside you who has friendship in his face. "Enter,O my nephew, with your white friends. We are eager to hear of your experiences and the deeds you have done. Enter!” He turned on Ills heel and walked before us, and those who had accom panled him fell Into single file behind us. Bo we paraded through the vll lage—or rather I should say town, for It contained many thousand people— until we reached a house In the center where burned the tribal Council Fire and where ambassadors and dlstln gulshed guests were lodged. The roy-an-ehs, chiefs and elders filed Into it at our heels and ary.inged themselves around the fire In the cen ter. Then squaws fetched In clay dishes of meats and vegetables of sev eral kinds, as well as fruit, which they set down at Intervals around the cir cle, and at a signal from Do-ne-ho-ga weh everybody began to eat, each one dipping his fingers Into whichever dish was nearest or most to his liking, but all governed by the utmost deference toward the wishes of their neighbors At the conclusion of the meal Do ne-ho-ga-weh lighted a ceremonial pipe, carved of soapstone, with a lorn: wooden mouthpiece decorated wit! heads nnd small, bright-colored featli ers. He blew one puff toward the ground, one puff toward the sky am one toward each of the four quarter Then lie passed It to Ta-wan-ne-ars 01 his right hand, and Ta-wan-ue-ur gravely puffed It for h moment, am handed it to me. I did likewise, am gave it to t'orlaer, who handed it 01 to the next man. nnd so It went thi rounds of the fire. There wus a moment's silence, am then Ta-wan-ne-ars began the accoum of his travels, speaking slowly am without oratorical effect. Afterward he told me what he and the other had said. He made no references ti our mission, but he described his Jour ney to New Y’ork. his Interview will CJa-en-gwa-ra go—this Impressed Ills audience mightily, and they applauded by a succession of guttural grunts his meeting with me; the arrival ol Murray and De Veulle and Its mean ing; our Journey homeward and tin fight with the Cahnuagas. There wus a pause. Then Do-ne-ho ga-weh rose. "We thank you. () my nephew," In said. "You have indeed honored u and yourself, and your white friend have shown themselves to be braw men. Now we will retire so that you may rest." He walked out, and the others fol lowed. “Wlmt next?" 1 asked as Ta wan ne ars filled his pipe. The Seneca smiled. “Soon we shall have a real talk,” he said, and reached for a live coal. An hour passed, and I began t< doubt ray friend’s wisdom. I was sleepy and tired. But in the event 1 wus rewarded, for a shadow darkened the entrance and the Guardian of the Western Door stood before us. He sat between Ta-wan-ne-ars and me. and crammed tobacco Into his pipe bowl. “You are not sleeping, O my nephew," he commented. “We have that upon our minds which will not let us sleep," answered Ta-wan-ne-ars. (This conversation was translated for me later by Ta-wan-ne ars.) "Would It ease the weight on your minds to confide your troubles In hie?" “That Is my thought, O my uncle.” Do-ue-ho-go-weh bowed gravely to all of us. “My ears are open,” he suld. There was a pause, and Tu-wan-ne urs put down his pipe upon the floor. ~Am you know, O nay uncle,” he be gan, "I went with Corlaer to Oa-en gwa-ra-go to tell him of Joncalre's plans to build a stone fort at Jagara On the same day cam-t this white war rlor, Ormerod, whom I call my brother with word that Murray had defeated Oa-en-gwa-ra-go before Go-weh-go wn On the same day came the Frenchman De Veulle, who once lived for a while amongst ua. Him you will remember. The bronse mask of the roy-an-eh' face was contorted for one brief In stant by a flare of passion. "I remember him," he said simply “De Veulle comes from Onontlo’s king with a message for the Canadian tribes, 0 my uncle. He and Murray and Joncalre work together to defeat our friend Qa-en-gwa-ra-go and drive the English from {he.land. Oa-gn-gwa ra-go lias sent my brother Or me rod who has lived amongst the French and speak* their tongue, to spy ont the ground at Jagara. I go with him. After that. If we may, we shall seek the Doom Trail and clean out the Cahnuaga dogs." For five minutes Done-ho-ga-weh smoked In silence. Then he emptied his pipe. “I am glad that Qa-en-gwa-ra-go keeps his eyes open, O my nephew,” he said. “Do you wish my counsel T" Ta-wan-ne-ars Inclined his head. “The Messesagues you met on the Mohawk told you that De Tonty was in trouble. 1 do uot think word of this can yet have reached Joncalre. My advice Is that you dress yourself as a Messesitgue warrior, O my : nephew, and that your white brother ! call himself by a French name. Theu the two of you may go to Joncalre and say that you have Just come from Le de Trolt and give him the news and he will make you welcome. So you may spy out his plans at Jagara.” “Ja,” assented Corlaer In English; “that Is a goodt plan. Tou needt a goodt plan for a fox like Joncalre. By—, I hope, you fool him andt bring home his scalp." “The news which Qa-en-gwa-ra-go asks for will be sufficient,” replied Ta wan-ne-ars. “O my uncle, we thank you. Now we may sleep with ease.” “That Is well,” said the roy-an-eb. rising. He lifted his arm In salute. “May Ha-wen-ne-yu, the Great Spirit, and the Ho-no-che-no-keh, his Invisible Aids, have you In their keep ing." CHAPTER VIII Trapped It was a week before we left De-o nun-da-ga-a, and although the delay Irked me It could not be avoided, for the prolonged absence of Ta-wan-ne ars from his post as Warden of the Western Door of the Ix>ng House had permitted an accumulation of ques tions of political and military Impor tance which required his attention. He spent the days either In consultation with the roy-an-ehs and chiefs and del egations from neighboring tribes or In Inspecting the marches. Corlaer de parted with a small band of braves upon a hunting trip, but I availed ray self of the opportunity to gain an In sight Into the workings of the remark able military confederacy which held the balance of power In America. One of Ta-wan-ne-ars' first acts was to organise a war party to harry the Mlamls In retaliation for an attack upon a village of the Andastes In the Susquehanna valley who were subject to the jurisdiction of the League. “It was the Intent of the Founders to prevent quarrels amongst the five nations who formed the Ho-de-no-sau nee," explained Ta-wan-oe-ars. “Be fore we built the Long House we fought constantly amongst ourselves. Afterward we fought only against oth ers, and because we were united we always won. although sometimes our i wars lasted for many years. “And now that we are strong, and only white man can venture to oppose our war parties, we fight for nothing more than the right to Impose peace upon others. If a nation makes trouble for us too frequently we sub jugate It, as we did the Delawares. If a nation Is In difficulties, as were the 1 Tuscaroras In the south, and they ap peal to us for aid. we give It. We took the Tuscaroras Into the League be cause that was the best way we could protect them.” i “Against whomV' I asked Innocently. “Against the white man," he an swered. “Aye, brother, down In the southern colonies the white men hun ger for land Jnst as they do here In New York. When an Indian tribe Is weak, as ware the Tuscaroras. the white men drive It before them. When a tribe Is strong, Ilka the O-ya-da-ga o-no (Cherokees) or ourselves. It can resist—for a time.” He fell silent and his eyes gased moodily Into the smoke of the council fire. “Why do you say 'for a time’?" I asked. “Because I mean It,” he retorted fiercely. “Today the Indian Is still strong. He has the protection of the forest. The white man foolishly has given him guns to fight with, and steel axes and knives. But the Indian grows weaker; the white man grows stronger. In the end the Indian must go.” He leaned forward until hla face was close to mine. “When all else falls the white man will use fire-water, what you call rum and the French call brandy. The red man cannot resist It—and It rulna him. He becomes a red animal.” “But—" He would not let ms speak. “And your missionaries told me I must believe In their God!” he went on scornfully. “A God who permits white men to do things the God of the Indians forblda! I said to them: “ 'No. I am an Indian. A good In dian Is hotter than a good white man; he Is a better Christian, as you call It. And between bad Indians and bad white men there Is only a difference In kinds of evil.” The next day we started upon the march to Jagara. We had not gone very far on the morning of the second day of our journey when I began to hear what sounded Ilka a muffled roar, not thunder, but the bellowing of some gigantic monster, whose breath could ruffle the trees of the forest Ta-wan ne-ars smiled at my obvious bewilder ment ""Tie the voice of the Great Falls, brother," he said. "The Thunder Wa ters." “Does water make that nolaef I ex claimed. "Nothing but water." " 'TIs Impossible." "So many have said; and. Indeed, the missionaries told me ’twas one of the greatest wonders of the world." In the early afternoon a mist ap peared, overhanging the treetops on the horizon and shot with gorgeous rainbows. The volume of noise In creased. When we stepped from the trees and the panorama of the cata ract lay before us. a vast, seething wall of water that swirled and smoked and tossed and fumed In an endless fight for freedom, I was amazed, stag gered by the magnitude of the spec tacle. 1 stumbled behind Tn-wan-ne-ars Into the trail of the portage which led around the falls, f'onoas nnd good1 were transported by this route from the Cadarakul lake to the Fake of the Fries whence poured this endles strenin; It was a main-traveled road between the French posts In Canada ami their outflung establishments In the farther wilderness. We followed It northeastward until twilight, the roar of the falls gradn ally diminishing behind us, and came at length Into an open space upon the hanks of the swlft-runnlng river which carried the shattered waters Into the Cadarakul lake. Close to the hank stood a flagstaff, and from Its summit floated the white ensign of France. At the foot of this staff, as If resting secure under the folds of the flag, rose the walls of a substantial log house Behind It was a collection of smaller huts and lodges of bark. A large, stout man. with very greasy lanky black hair, hnlled us from the log house as we approached. “Hola !” he shouted In French “Who comes so free from the westward with out canoe or fur-packs?” “A poor, miserable rascal of a forest runner," I called back gayly. "And who might this ‘poor, miser able rascal of a forest-runner’ be?" he demanded. “These are the king's grounds, and we must know who comes and goes." "Mon Dleu!’’ 1 appealed In mock consternation to the stars. “But It Is a hard man to deal with! Will you have an objection, monsieur, to the name of Jean Courbevolr?” "None In the world, Jean,” he re turned promptly, “If you have your trading permit with you. But who Is the good savage with you?" Nobody had told me anything of a tracing permit, and I fought for time. ’’You call him good with Justice, monsieur— By the way, what la your name?” “They call me Joncalre," he said with a trace of grlmness. “Joncalre! Mort de ma vie! The very man I have been searching for!” “What? How Is that?" he asked. “Ah, but that Is a tale I I cannot be lieve It now! Am l In very truth on French soil once more?" "Thla Is the Magazln Royal," he re turned. "As for French soil, mon brave, I do not see how you could have been off It." “Off It!” I repeated. "Off It.” he repeated Impatiently "Since his Most Catholic Majesty hath a Just claim to all lands In these parts —on this side of Hudson's river, at any rate.” “To be sure, to be sure,” I assented quickly. "But, Monsieur Joncalre, you will be Interested to know there Is an i —1T-.wvv.t\:.7'm>vW|CjAy3| I accursed tribe of savages who do 001 believe as you do." "Is that so. Jean? And who may they be?” “The Messesagues.” HI* fuce lighted up. “They are Id De Tonty’s country And how Is the dear Alphonse?" “Fleeing for his life, no less." “Those same accursed Messesagues monsieur, rose up against us. and Mon sleur de Tonty must flee to the north ward and make the Journey through the country of the Hurons.” A look of grave concern overspread Joncalre’s face. “Are you certain of this, Jean?" "Beyond doubt, monsieur; for my friend, the Wolf here, smuggled a mes sage from tne to Monsieur de Tonty who bade me come at once to you that you might hold up all west-hound ca Does." “Humph!” he growled. “Have you been long In Canada. Jean?” "But this year, monsieur.” "Humph!” growled Jonratre again "And where do you come from, Jean?" Something In bis speech warned roe —the liquid slur of the South. “I, monsieur!" I replied Innocently “Oh, I am of Picardy. But monsieur la of the south—no? of Provence?" 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