In October, Henry, despite his youth, took command of a body of scouts and riflemen which beat up the ways, and skirmished in advance of the army.It was a democratic little band, everyone saying what he pleased, but yielding in the end to the authority of the leader.They were now far up the Genesee toward the Great Lakes, and Henry formed the plan of advancing ahead of the army on the great Seneca village known variously as the Seneca Castle and Little Beard's Town, after its chief, a full match in cruelty for the older Seneca chief, Hiokatoo.Several causes led to this decision.It was reported that Thayendanegea, Timmendiquas, all the Butlers and Johnsons, and Braxton Wyatt were there.While not likely to be true about all, it was probably true about some of them, and a bold stroke might effect much.
It is probable that Henry had Braxton Wyatt most in mind.The renegade was in his element among the Indians and Tories, and he had developed great abilities as a partisan, being skillfully seconded by the squat Tory, Coleman.His reputation now was equal at least to that of Walter Butler, and he had skirmished more than once with the vanguard of the army.Growing in Henry's heart was a strong desire to match forces with him, and it was quite probable that a swift advance might find him at the Seneca Castle.
The riflemen took up their march on a brisk morning in late autumn.The night had been clear and cold, with a touch of winter in it, and the brilliant colors of the foliage had now turned to a solid brown.Whenever the wind blew, the leaves fell in showers.The sky was a fleecy blue, but over hills, valley, and forest hung a fine misty veil that is the mark of Indian summer.The land was nowhere inhabited.They saw the cabin of neither white man nor Indian.A desolation and a silence, brought by the great struggle, hung over everything.Many discerning eyes among the riflemen noted the beauty and fertility of the country, with its noble forests and rich meadows.At times they caught glimpses of the river, a clear stream sparkling under the sun.
"Makes me think o' some o' the country 'way down thar in Kentucky," said Shif'less Sol, "an' it seems to me I like one about ez well ez t'other.Say, Henry, do you think we'll ever go back home? 'Pears to me that we're always goin' farther an'
farther away."
Henry laughed.
"It's because circumstances have taken us by the hand and led us away, Sol," he replied.
"Then," said the shiftless one with a resigned air, "I hope them same circumstances will take me by both hands, an' lead me gently, but strongly, back to a place whar thar is peace an' rest fur a lazy an' tired man like me.""I think you'll have to endure a lot, until next spring at least," said Henry.
The shiftless one heaved a deep sigh, but his next words were wholly irrelevant.
"S'pose we'll light on that thar Seneca Castle by tomorrow night?" he asked.
"It seems to me that for a lazy and tired man you're extremely anxious for a fight," Henry replied.
"I try to be resigned," said Shif'less Sol.But his eyes were sparkling with the light of battle.
They went into camp that night in a dense forest, with the Seneca Castle about ten miles ahead.Henry was quite sure that the Senecas to whom it belonged had not yet abandoned it, and with the aid of the other tribes might make a stand there.It was more than likely, too, that the Senecas had sharpshooters and sentinels well to the south of their town, and it behooved the riflemen to be extremely careful lest they run into a hornet's nest.Hence they lighted no fires, despite a cold night wind that searched them through until they wrapped themselves in their blankets.
The night settled down thick and dark, and the band lay close in the thickets.Shif'less Sol was within a yard of Henry.He had observed his young leader's face closely that day, and he had a mind of uncommon penetration.
"Henry," he whispered, "you're hopin' that you'll find Braxton Wyatt an' his band at Little Beard's town?""That among other things," replied Henry in a similar whisper.
"That first, and the others afterwards," persisted the shiftless one.
"It may be so," admitted Henry.
"I feel the same way you do," said Shif'less Sol."You see, we've knowed Braxton Wyatt a long time, an' it seems strange that one who started out a boy with you an' Paul could turn so black.
An' think uv all the cruel things that he's done an' helped to do.I ain't hidin' my feelin's.I'm jest itchin' to git at him.""Yes," said Henry, "I'd like for our band to have it out with his."Henry and Shif'less Sol, and in fact all of the five, slept that night, because Henry wished to be strong and vigorous for the following night, in view of an enterprise that he had in mind.
The rosy Dutchman, Heemskerk, was in command of the guard, and he revolved continually about the camp with amazing ease, and with a footstep so light that it made no sound whatever.Now and then he came back in the thicket and looked down at the faces of the sleeping five from Kentucky."Goot boys," he murmured to himself."Brave boys, to stay here and help.May they go through all our battles and take no harm.The goot and great God often watches over the brave."Mynheer Cornelius Heemskerk, native of Holland, but devoted to the new nation of which he had made himself a part, was a devout man, despite a life of danger and hardship.The people of the woods do not lose faith, and he looked up at the dark skies as if he found encouragement there.Then he resumed his circle about the camp.He heard various noises-the hoot of an owl, the long whine of a wolf, and twice the footsteps of deer going down to the river to drink.But the sounds were all natural, made by the animals to which they belonged, and Heemskerk knew it.Once or twice he went farther into the forest, but he found nothing to indicate the presence of a foe, and while he watched thus, and beat up the woods, the night passed, eventless, away.
