betty zane-第43章
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themtwo capabilities few white men ever possessed。 It is certain that he； like the noted French…Canadian Joucaire； delighted to sit round the camp fires and to go into the council…lodge and talk to the assembled Indians。
At the outbreak of the revolution Girty was a commissioned officer of militia at Ft。 Pitt。 He deserted from the Fort； taking with him the Tories McKee and Elliott； and twelve soldiers； and these traitors spread as much terror among the Delaware Indians as they did among the whites。 The Delawares had been one of the few peacefully disposed tribes。 In order to get them to join their forces with Governor Hamilton； the British commander； Girty declared that Gen。 Washington had been killed； that Congress had been dispersed； and that the British were winning all the battles。
Girty spoke most of the Indian languages； and Hamilton employed him to go among the different Indian tribes and incite them to greater hatred of the pioneers。 This proved to be just the life that suited him。 He soon rose to have a great and bad influence on all the tribes。 He became noted for his assisting the Indians in marauds； for his midnight forays； for his scalpings； and his efforts to capture white women； and for his devilish cunning and cruelty。
For many years Girty was the Deathshead of the frontier。 The mention of his name alone created terror in any houses hold； in every pioneer's cabin it made the children cry out in fear and paled the cheeks of the stoutest…hearted wife。
It is difficult to conceive of a white man's being such a fiend in human guise。 The only explanation that can be given is that renegades rage against the cause of their own blood with the fury of insanity rather than with the malignity of a naturally ferocious temper。 In justice to Simon Girty it must be said that facts not known until his death showed he was not so cruel and base as believed； that some deeds of kindness were attributed to him； that he risked his life to save Kenton from the stake； and that many of the terrible crimes laid at his door were really committed by his savage brothers。
Isaac Zane suffered no annoyance at the hands of Cornplanter's braves until the seventh day of his imprisonment。 He saw no one except the squaw who brought him corn and meat。 On that day two savages came for him and led him into the immense council…lodge of the Five Nations。 Cornplanter sat between his right…hand chiefs； Big Tree and Half Town； and surrounded by the other chiefs of the tribes。 An aged Indian stood in the center of the lodge and addressed the others。 The listening savages sat immovable； their faces as cold and stern as stone masks。 Apparently they did not heed the entrance of the prisoner。
〃Zane； they're havin' a council；〃 whispered a voice in Isaac's ear。 Isaac turned and recognized Girty。 〃I want to prepare you for the worst。〃
〃Is there； then； no hope for me？〃 asked Isaac。
〃I'm afraid not；〃 continued the renegade； speaking in a low whisper。 〃They wouldn't let me speak at the council。 I told Cornplanter that killin' you might bring the Hurons down on him； but he wouldn't listen。 Yesterday； in the camp of the Delawares； I saw Col。 Crawford burnt at the stake。 He was a friend of mine at Pitt； and I didn't dare to say one word to the frenzied Indians。 I had to watch the torture。 Pipe and Wingenund； both old friends of Crawford； stood by and watched him walk round the stake on the red…hot coals five hours。〃
Isaac shuddered at the words of the renegade； but did not answer。 He had felt from the first that his case was hopeless； and that no opportunity for escape could possibly present itself in such a large encampment。 He set his teeth hard and resolved to show the red devils how a white man could die。
Several speeches were made by different chiefs and then an impressive oration by Big Tree。 At the conclusion of the speeches； which were in an unknown tongue to Isaac； Cornplanter handed a war…club to Half Town。 This chief got up； walked to the end of the circle； and there brought the club down on the ground with a resounding thud。 Then he passed the club to Big Tree。 In a solemn and dignified manner every chief duplicated Half Town's performance with the club。
Isaac watched the ceremony as if fascinated。 He had seen a war…club used in the councils of the Hurons and knew that striking it on the ground signified war and death。
〃White man； you are a killer of Indians；〃 said Cornplanter in good English。 〃When the sun shines again you die。〃
A brave came forward and painted Isaac's face black。 This Isaac knew to indicate that death awaited him on the morrow。 On his way back to his prison…lodge he saw that a war…dance was in progress。
A hundred braves with tomahawks； knives； and mallets in their hands revere circling round a post and keeping time to the low music of a muffled drum。 Close together； with heads bowed； they marched。 At certain moments； which they led up to with a dancing on rigid legs and a stamping with their feet； they wheeled； and uttering hideous yells； started to march in the other direction。 When this had been repeated three times a brave stepped from the line； advanced； and struck his knife or tomahawk into the post。 Then with a loud voice he proclaimed his past exploits and great deeds in war。 The other Indians greeted this with loud yells of applause and a flourishing of weapons。 Then the whole ceremony was gone through again。
That afternoon many of the Indians visited Isaac in his lodge and shook their fists at him and pointed their knives at him。 They hissed and groaned at him。 Their vindictive faces expressed the malignant joy they felt at the expectation of putting him to the torture。
When night came Isaac's guards laced up the lodge…door and shut him from the sight of the maddened Indians。 The darkness that gradually enveloped him was a relief。 By and by all was silent except for the occasional yell of a drunken savage。 To Isaac it sounded like a long； rolling death…cry echoing throughout the encampment and murdering his sleep。 Its horrible meaning made him shiver and his flesh creep。 At length even that yell ceased。 The watch…dogs quieted down and the perfect stillness which ensued could almost be felt。 Through Isaac's mind ran over and over again the same words。 His last night to live！ His last night to live！ He forced himself to think of other things。 He lay there in the darkness of his tent； but he was far away in thought； far away in the past with his mother and brothers before they had come to this bloodthirsty country。 His thoughts wandered to the days of his boyhood when he used to drive the sows to the pasture on the hillside； and in his dreamy； disordered fancy he was once more letting down the bars of the gate。 Then he was wading in the brook and whacking the green frogs with his stick。 Old playmates' faces； forgotten for years； were there looking at him from the dark wall of his wigwam。 There was Andrew's face； the faces of his other brothers； the laughing face of his sister； the serene face of his mother。 As he lay there with the shadow of death over him sweet was the thought that soon he would be reunited with that mother。 The images faded slowly away； swallowed up in the gloom。 Suddenly a vision appeared to him。 A radiant white light illumined the lodge and shone full on the beautiful face of the Indian maiden who had loved him so well。 Myeerah's dark eyes were bright with an undying love and her lips smiled hope。
A rude kick dispelled Isaac's dreams。 A brawny savage pulled him to his feet and pushed him outside of the lodge。
It was early morning。 The sun had just cleared the low hills in the east and its red beams crimsoned the edges of the clouds of fog which hung over the river like a great white curtain。 Though the air was warm； Isaac shivered a little as the breeze blew softly against his cheek。 He took one long look toward the rising sun； toward that east he had hoped to see； and then resolutely turned his face away forever。
Early though it was the Indians were astir and their whooping rang throughout the valley。 Down the main street of the village the guards led the prisoner； followed by a screaming mob of squaws and young braves and children who threw sticks and stones at t
