Canadian Adventurers and Explorers Bundle. John Wilson

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СКАЧАТЬ held up one finger signifying that each finger was worth ten. He then slowly and sombrely stretched open both hands three times and one hand once. Three hundred and fifty. David nodded and waited intently for the old man to continue.

      “When we went to fight them,” Saukamappee said gravely, “our war party stood opposite facing the enemy. The enemy danced and shouted war cries and then they crouched behind their large shields. We did the same, but we had fewer shields, so two warriors knelt behind one shield. Then the arrows came. Their bows were not as long as ours but were made of better wood, and their arrows shot between us and sometimes went right through our shields, wounding us. Our arrows did not pierce their shields, but stuck in them.

      “We became afraid that we would lose and had fear they might bring horse warriors. Back then my people had never seen a horse but had heard how the Shoshoni could ride them swift as deer and how they used stone clubs to smash the heads of many warriors who could not run from them. But we were fortunate because they had no horses, and they had not yet traded with the white man so the Shoshoni and the Kootenay did not have guns.

      “Our war chief told those of us with guns, of which I was one, to lay between our shields. We had ten guns and each of us had thirty balls and powder. The chief told us to shoot, but we said we must be closer, so we moved to where their arrows could easily kill us. But when a Shoshoni warrior stepped from behind his shield to fire his arrows, in the way they always do, we fired, and our bullets never missed.

      “We killed and wounded many that way until they began to crawl away and hide from the guns. Our chief signalled and we ran after them, killing them before they could run away. We now wanted scalps to honour our battle. Some brave Shoshoni stayed and fought but there were five or six of us, all trying to get the scalp of one of them, and it was soon over and only a few scalps had been taken., Then some of our warriors began scalping the dead ones, but these scalps were poor trophies and had no value to me. Taking a scalp captures the soul of the enemy, but only for the one who kills him. So I took no scalps because I did not know which ones I had killed with my gun. I was unhappy because my wife’s father wanted scalps to honour his medicine bag and to give to his ancestors.

      “After the victory feast the chief asked all the warriors to give their scalps as gifts to families who had lost relatives in the battle. Our people believed the souls of the slain enemies would then become slaves for our dead ones. But many warriors did not know what to do because the chief would not let scalps taken from the dead dishonour the families. In the end, he said they must give these scalps to us, the Cree, who had killed so many with guns and who had won the battle. I was given many scalps.

      “After that I dressed in my finest leather and painted my face and body so that I would impress my wife and her father when I gave them my scalps. I rode many days to find them, but when I came to my people’s village they said my wife was no longer with them. She had taken another man before I was three moons gone and moved to another village with her family. My heart was swollen with anger and revenge but my Peigan friends said she was worthless and I would find a better wife with them. That was when I renounced my people and returned to live with the Peigan. The Peigan chief then honoured me with his eldest daughter for a wife. She has now grown old with me.

      “The terror of that battle and our guns stopped the Shoshoni and Kootenay from attacking us. But we did not stop. We warred for many seasons and we killed as many of our enemies as we could find. Finally, we drove the evil ones, the Shoshoni, the Kootenay, and the Salish out of this land and across the mountains.” The old man paused and seemed to fight back tears as he summoned strength back to his voice. “But the killing brought an evil spirit to us, which entered the bodies of men, women, and children, killing everyone and destroying whole villages.”

      Smallpox! David thought.

      “After the great death everything changed,” said Saukamappee. “Now there were not enough people for our village. We believed the Great Spirit had forsaken us and was angry at the blood we had spilled on his land. So after that we killed only the men. The women and young ones were taken back to our village to live with us. Then our villages grew strong again. That is how we got this land.”

      In mid-winter, a small war party of young men returned to camp after a long absence. They sang a war song of victory, and one came to the old man’s tent to pay his respects. After he left, Saukamappee told David the warriors had been gone for two months, and the famous war chief, Kootanae Appee, would arrive tomorrow with the main war party. They had gone far south to meet their enemy, the Black People (the name they gave the Spanish), and capture their horses. David asked about the battle and the old man smiled. “No battle. The Black People never fight. They always run away.”

      He told David it was just as well for the Spanish because Kootanae Appee was a brilliant battle strategist, and it was he who had defeated all the other tribes and carried the Peigan to great heights of power. Saukamapee said the war chief was famous for snatching victory while retreating. Unlike war chiefs before him, who left warriors to fend for themselves, Kootanae Appee would organize strategic ambushes. His rearguard actions won him many victories and the devotion of his warriors.

      The following day the tent flap swung open and Kootanae Appee entered Saukamapee’s lodgings. There was no ceremony between them. They were old friends and each held high status in his tribe. The old man presented David to the chief, but Kootanae Appee’s stone-faced stare gave no hint of friendliness. The war chief extended his left hand in greeting and David gave him his right in return. In doing so David had unknowingly challenged the chief to combat. The chief smiled, for he knew the contest would not be equal. Saukamapee intervened quickly. “Listen young man,” he scolded. “If one of our people offers you his left hand, you give him your left hand. The right hand is for fighting. It wields the spear, draws the bow, and pulls the trigger. It is the hand of death. The left hand is next to your heart, speaks truth and friendship, and is the hand of life. When you leave this place you will meet many who have never seen a white man. So remember your manners.”

      They all sat. Kootanae Appee and Saukamapee talked for an hour before the chief left as unceremoniously as he had arrived. Afterward, Saukamapee told David he had recommended him into the chief’s protection and Kootanae Appee had agreed. “This is an honour,” he explained. “You have a great warrior’s guarantee to protect you in his territory.”

      David was sorry to finally leave Saukamappee, but he needed to follow Gady and the others on their trading mission deeper into Peigan country. David remembered what the old Cree had taught him, and was able to accumulate a good number of valuable furs trading with the Peigan.

      William Tomison raised his arms and smiled warmly as he greeted Gady, David, and the others as they returned to Manchester House. He already had news of their trading success and eagerly examined the bales of fresh pelts. “All prime. You’ll no find better than this,” he said, sucking air across his teeth and shaking his head in admiration at the quality of their furs. “Eighty skins, Davie. Well done, lad!” congratulated Tomison as he rummaged through David’s bales. David could not remember ever seeing Tomison so animated and wondered if the brigade leader was happier about the furs or the men returning.

      When the river ice cleared, the brigade, laden with a small fortune in fur, left for the shores of Hudson Bay. David, thankful he had been left at the post until next summer, began helping with the upkeep of Manchester House. He cared for the company’s forty horses by giving them a small evening feed of oats and corralling them in for the night. When winter set in, collecting wood to keep the fire burning at the post was an endless duty.

      On a bitterly cold morning two days before Christmas, СКАЧАТЬ