From Farm House to the White House - 912 Freedom Library
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<strong>Farm</strong> <strong>House</strong> <strong>to</strong> <strong>the</strong> <strong>White</strong> <strong>House</strong>, by William M. Thayer 81<br />
though nei<strong>the</strong>r of <strong>the</strong>m suggested <strong>the</strong> idea <strong>to</strong> <strong>the</strong> o<strong>the</strong>r.<br />
"But let us encamp here," continued Washing<strong>to</strong>n, "for I need rest."<br />
"I will carry your gun, and that will relieve you," said <strong>the</strong> Indian, a suggestion that streng<strong>the</strong>ned suspicions<br />
already awakened.<br />
"No; I prefer <strong>to</strong> carry my own gun," replied Washing<strong>to</strong>n; "you will do your part if you carry my pack."<br />
"But it is not safe <strong>to</strong> encamp here," <strong>the</strong> Indian added, "for Ottawa Indians hunt in <strong>the</strong>se woods, and <strong>the</strong>y will<br />
scalp an Englishman wherever <strong>the</strong>y find him. But if you will go <strong>to</strong> my cabin you are safe."<br />
"And where is your cabin?" inquired Gist.<br />
"So near that we could hear a gun if fired <strong>the</strong>re now," <strong>the</strong> Indian replied.<br />
Although strongly suspicious of his designs, both followed him for a distance, steering in a more nor<strong>the</strong>rly<br />
direction. Gist grew uneasy, and s<strong>to</strong>pping, said, "I will go no far<strong>the</strong>r."<br />
"A whoop could be heard at my cabin now," <strong>the</strong> Indian insisted. "We shall soon be <strong>the</strong>re."<br />
They traveled two miles far<strong>the</strong>r, when Washing<strong>to</strong>n remarked:<br />
"I shall s<strong>to</strong>p at <strong>the</strong> next place we find water, and you must s<strong>to</strong>p, <strong>to</strong>o," addressing <strong>the</strong> Indian. This was said in a<br />
decisive manner. In a few moments <strong>the</strong>y emerged from <strong>the</strong> woods in<strong>to</strong> a long meadow. The Indian was three<br />
or four rods in advance of <strong>the</strong>m. Suddenly s<strong>to</strong>pping and turning about, <strong>the</strong> treacherous savage aimed his gun at<br />
Gist, and fired.<br />
"Are you shot?" cried Washing<strong>to</strong>n, rushing forward <strong>to</strong> his companion. "Are you shot?"<br />
"No; but it is what I feared from <strong>the</strong> time we employed <strong>the</strong> rascal <strong>to</strong> guide us," answered Gist. The shot<br />
missed.<br />
The Indian ran behind a large white oak, Washing<strong>to</strong>n and Gist following after him. Approaching <strong>the</strong> tree, <strong>the</strong>y<br />
discovered that he was reloading his gun.<br />
"You rascal!" exclaimed Gist, raising his musket <strong>to</strong> give <strong>the</strong> Indian its contents.<br />
"No; that won't do," said Washing<strong>to</strong>n <strong>to</strong> Gist, pushing aside his gun. "We are worse off when you have killed<br />
him than we are now." He thought <strong>the</strong> tribe would avenge his death by killing <strong>the</strong>m.<br />
"The villain deserves a bullet through his heart," shouted Gist, "and I can put one through with good relish."<br />
"Very true," answered Washing<strong>to</strong>n with <strong>the</strong> most as<strong>to</strong>nishing coolness, "but it is not good policy for us <strong>to</strong> take<br />
his life now."<br />
Washing<strong>to</strong>n <strong>to</strong>ok away <strong>the</strong> Indian's gun and compelled him <strong>to</strong> walk ahead. At <strong>the</strong> first run of water he ordered<br />
him <strong>to</strong> build a camp fire, as if he designed <strong>to</strong> encamp <strong>the</strong>re for <strong>the</strong> night. When this was done Gist said <strong>to</strong> him:<br />
"I suppose you were lost, and fired your gun."<br />
"No, I was not lost," answered <strong>the</strong> savage, "I know where my cabin is, and it is not far away."