"Now, whatever old chroniclers may say to the contrary, American Indians never did fight fairly if they could do the reverse. So in this case, instead of coming on with a wild rush or a warlike shout, they paused, and quietly waited till their companions swarmed up. Meanwhile, Wild Eye had killed his horse, and also Tom's fallen one. Why leave the poor brutes to fall into the hands of the enemy? Then the three entrenched themselves as well as they could behind them, and waited events.

"They had not very long to wait, either. A volley was fired by the savages who had guns. It was returned with interest, and as they were crowded together it must have had terrible effect.

"The yelling and buzzing was now frightful. It was as threatening as that which proceeds from a hollow tree with a hornet's nest in it when you kick the trunk.

"And just as hornets rush out from their hive, so rushed those Indians now on, spreading out, and entirely surrounding the three brave men, shrieking and brandishing their tomahawks.

"My grand-dad said he never understood what put it into Wild Eye's head to sing out 'Surrender!' but he did, and at once there was peace and a parley. The two Britishers would have preferred fighting to the bitter end, and having it over; but as most of the attacking savages had laid down their weapons, they felt in duty bound to cease firing, and submit to the fortune of war--to the inevitable.

"Tom and my grand-dad were bound with withes and tied together. Wild Eye was tied to an Indian, then without further palaver the march westward was commenced.

"My grandfather forgot how long they were on that terrible journey into the fastnesses of the far west. It must have been, he thought, fully a fortnight.

"They were fatigued beyond measure, footsore, heartsick, and weary. If they had entertained any hopes at first of being treated as prisoners of war, and in due time exchanged, every day's journey served to dispel the illusion.

"Poor Wild Eye fell sick, and was slain. His wig was hung at the girdle of one of his captors, his body left to swelter in the sun, till birds and beasts should eat his flesh and ants pick his bones.

"Grand-dad was sufficiently conversant with the language of this tribe to know what the doom was that he and Tom had to look forward to. They were being hurried away to the wigwam village of their captors, to be tortured at the hands of squaws. The chief of the party even condescended to enliven the last few miles of the journey, by telling his prisoners such tales of the torture, that, brave though they were, made the blood run cold along their spines.

"At last they reached the Indian village, which they entered just as the sun was setting among clouds all fringed with gold and crimson above the western hills.

"What a smiling, peaceful valley it seemed. The purple mist of distance hung like a gauzy veil over the mountain tops, a blue haze half hid the greenery of the woods, there were parks of verdure dotted over with flowering trees and bushes, in which bright-winged birds flitted or sang. Deer roamed quietly about, or stood drowsily chewing the cud, and up through the trees on the banks of a broad, placid river, rose the smoke from the village fires.

"The whole scene was almost home-like in its gentle beauty. Who could have believed that it had been and would be the scene of a torture so refined and terrible that one shudders even to think of it?"

Book 2--CHAPTER EIGHT.

CAPTAIN JAMES CONTINUES HIS STORY--ON THE SUBTERRANEAN RIVER.

"Forth from the dark recesses of the cave The serpent came With searching eye, and lifted jaw and tongue, Quivering and hissing as a heavy shower Upon the summer woods."

Scene: The quarter-deck of the barque. Officers at the table. Men crowded with eager faces, respectfully listening to their captain's story.

The preparations for the torture were finished ere the village sunk to slumber that night. Tied hand and foot, my grandfather and Tom lay beneath a tree. They could not sleep, and they cared not to talk; all hope had fled, and the gloom and terror of death were in their hearts.

"The night was clear and beautiful, and the stars never looked brighter or more impressive, but cold and heartless, as indeed seemed everything.

Sometimes a dog would come round and snuff at them, then start back in alarm, and sit for long minutes and howl. When the dogs were silent there were wild, unearthly shrieks heard in the distant woods, doubtless the voices of birds and beasts of prey.

"Towards morning both prisoners fell into an uneasy doze, and were awakened at last by the joyful shouts of a band of Indians from a neighbouring village, who had come to share in the festival in which Tom and my grandfather were to play so prominent a part." Skipper James paused a minute here to relight his pipe.

"Ah, mates!" he continued, "I've often wondered what my grandfather's feelings and poor Tom Turner's must have been when they were dragged out, and tied to trees on the torture ground, with the female executioners all ready, and pining to see the white men's blood, the knives sharpened, the torture irons heated to redness, and that awful circle of upturned faces, in which they must have looked in vain for one pitying glance.

"'Good-bye, John,' cried Tom.

"'Good-bye, Tom,' cried my grandfather, as two vicious-looking squaws approached him, one carrying a knife, the other a white-hot iron rod.

"'Hold!' cried an old white-haired chief, stalking into the circle.

"Every one looked impatiently towards him.

"Why, they asked, should even a chief of chiefs attempt to spoil the sport?

"But this was none other than Red Bull himself, one whose word had been law for years.

"He quickly gathered around him a dozen of the head warriors of the tribe.

"'Your father would speak,' said Red Bull, when they had seated themselves around him, and close to the stakes or trees to which the prisoners were tied. 'Your father would speak. To torture a white man is no pleasure. The white man screams like a squaw. Then he faints, soon he dies. Then gone for ever is the sport, for he feels no more.

Send them rather beneath the earth to the silent spirit. The great river rolls through our valley. Soon it disappears. Every year our young men are drawn beneath. Send the white men to seek them in the caves of darkness. If they come not back the great serpent has devoured them.'

"The awful truth was soon revealed more plainly to the prisoners. They were to be placed in separate canoes, and sent adrift upon the river that flowed through this romantic valley, and which a few miles nearer the mountains entered a yawning cave, and was never seen again.

"Such a fate would have been enough to make the bravest hearts that ever beat stand still with fear. The torture itself seemed pleasure in comparison to it.

"But the old chief's speech was hailed with shouts of acclamation, while those fiendish squaws brandishing their knives danced in a yelling circle around the prisoners.

"A certain amount of liberty was now granted them, but they were so well guarded that thoughts of escape never entered their minds. They were even fed on milk and fruit, though they couldn't have had much heart to eat.

"Next morning all preparations for this terrible voyage were completed.

There were three canoes in all--one for grand-dad, one for Tom, and one loaded with meat and grain as provisions. The three canoes were lashed together, and both prisoners were supplied with paddles.

"They had been told the story of the great serpent the evening before, in order to add, if possible, to the torture of their terror.

"The tradition about this frightful snake was, my grandfather said, common among a great many tribes, so you know there must have been some little truth in it. Whether it ever left its subterranean abode in summer or not no one was able to say; but when frost was hard and winter's snow lay thick on the ground, it used to emerge at night from the black waters and caves of such rivers as that which flowed through this lovely fertile valley, and which suddenly disappeared. It used to emerge, I say, and travel far inward in search of prey, killing and swallowing whole buffaloes and even grizzly bears, which latter it would follow to their dens, and devour them there. The trail it always left behind it told the beholder its size. It was as if a wide-beamed boat had been dragged along, with here and there at each side the imprint of gigantic claws.

"One white man is said to have seen the monster on a bright moonlight night, and its appearance was dreadful to behold. It was hurrying back towards the river at its point of disappearance, with something in its jaws; it was snorting, and the breath from its nostrils rose like steam-clouds on the clear night air, its eyes glanced like green stars in a frosty sky. Arrived at the river, it sprang in, going out of sight at once with a booming plash.

"Amidst the yells and shouts of the savages the canoes were started, the Indians following down the banks on both sides, brandishing knives and tomahawks. Just before its disappearance, the river narrows considerably, and goes swirling through a gorge with great rapidity.

"My grandfather says that at this point Tom Turner started singing 'Rule Britannia!' and that his manly young voice could be heard high over the shouts of the savages. But grand-dad's heart was too full to join him.

"He cast one wild, despairing glance around him at the rocks with their wild flowers, at the greenery of the hanging trees, the blue sky, the fleecy cloudlets, at the great sun itself; then everything was blotted out of sight in a moment, the canoes were swallowed up in the inky darkness.

"There were a few minutes of silence deep as death itself, for my grand-dad and Tom both were praying.

"'Tom,' cried grandfather at last.

"'John,' said Tom.

"And their voices sounded ringing-hollow, awful.

"'Speak low, Tom.'

"'Yes,' whispered Tom, 'but the suspense is terrible.'

"'Where are we hurrying to? How I wish it were all over! I think I'm going mad, John. I believe I shall leap out of the canoe and meet my fate.'

"'No, Tom, no; be brave, man, for my sake. A minute or two ago you were singing.'