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1、【英文读物】The Shadow of the North A Story of Old New York and a Lost CampaignFOREWORD The Shadow of the North, while an independent story, in itself, is also the second volume of the Great French and Indian War series which began with The Hunters of the Hills. All the important characters of the first r

2、omance reappear in the second.CHAPTER I THE ONONDAGA Tayoga, of the Clan of the Bear, of the nation Onondaga, of the great League of the Hodenosaunee, advanced with utmost caution through a forest, so thick with undergrowth that it hid all objects twenty yards away. He was not armed with a rifle, bu

3、t carried instead a heavy bow, while a quiver full of arrows hung over his shoulder. He wore less clothing than when he was in the white mans school at Albany, his arms and shoulders being bare, though not painted. The young Indians aspect, too, had changed. The great struggle between English and Fr

4、ench, drawing with it the whole North American wilderness, had begun and, although the fifty sachems still sought to hold the Six Nations neutral, many of their bravest warriors were already serving with the Americans and English, ranging the forest as scouts and guides and skirmishers, bringing to

5、the campaign an unrivaled skill, and a faith sealed by the long alliance. Tayoga had thrown himself into the war heart and soul. Nothing could diminish by a hair his hostility to the French and the tribes allied with them. The deeds of Champlain and Frontenac were but of yesterday, and the nation to

6、 which they belonged could never be a friend of the Hodenosaunee. He trusted the Americans and the English, but his chief devotion, by the decree of nature was for his own people, and now, that fighting in the forest had occurred between the rival nations, he shed more of the white ways and became a

7、 true son of the wilderness, seeing as red men saw and thinking as red men thought. He was bent over a little, as he walked slowly among the bushes, in the position of one poised for instant flight or pursuit as the need might be. His eyes, black and piercing, ranged about incessantly, nothing escap

8、ing a vision so keen and trained so thoroughly that he not only heard everything passing in the wilderness, but he knew the nature of the sound, and what had made it. The kindly look that distinguished Tayoga in repose had disappeared. Unnumbered generations were speaking in him now, and the Indian,

9、 often so gentle in peace, had become his usual self, stern and unrelenting in war. His strong sharp chin was thrust forward. His cheek bones seemed to be a little higher. His tread was so light that the grass scarcely bent before his moccasins, and no leaves rustled. He was in every respect the wil

10、derness hunter and warrior, fitted perfectly by the Supreme Hand into his setting, and if an enemy appeared now he would fight as his people had fought for centuries, and the customs and feelings of the new races that had come across the ocean would be nothing to him. A hundred yards more, and he sa

11、t down by the trunk of a great oak, convinced that no foe was near. His own five splendid senses had told him so, and the fact had been confirmed by an unrivaled sentinel hidden among the leaves over his head, a small bird that poured forth a wonderful volume of song. Were any other coming the bird

12、would cease his melody and fly away, but Tayoga felt that this tiny feathered being was his ally and would not leave because of him. The song had wonderful power, too, soothing his senses and casting a pleasing spell. His imaginative mind, infused with the religion and beliefs of his ancestors, fill

13、ed the forest with friendly spirits. Unseen, they hovered in the air and watched over him, and the trees, alive, bent protecting boughs toward him. He saw, too, the very spot in the heavens where the great shining star on which Tododaho lived came out at night and glittered. He remembered the time w

14、hen he had gone forth in the dusk to meet Tandakora and his friends, and how Tododaho had looked down on him with approval. He had found favor in the sight of the great leagues founder, and the spirit that dwelt on the shining star still watched over him. The Ojibway, whom he hated and who hated him

15、 in yet greater measure, might be somewhere in the forest, but if he came near, the feathered sentinel among the leaves over his head would give warning. Tayoga sat nearly half an hour listening to the song of the bird. He had no object in remaining there, his errand bade him move on, but there was

16、no hurry and he was content merely to breathe and to feel the glory and splendor of the forest about him. He knew now that the Indian nature had never been taken out of him by the schools. He loved the wilderness, the trees, the lakes, the streams and all their magnificent disorder, and war itself d

17、id not greatly trouble him, since the legends of the tribes made it the natural state of man. He knew well that he was in Tododahos keeping, and, if by chance, the great chief should turn against him it would be for some grave fault, and he would deserve his punishment. He sat in that absolute still

18、ness of which the Indian by nature and training was capable, the green of his tanned and beautifully soft deerskin blending so perfectly with the emerald hue of the foliage that the bird above his head at last took him for a part of the forest itself and so, having no fear, came down within a foot o

19、f his head and sang with more ecstasy than ever. It was a little gray bird, but Tayoga knew that often the smaller a bird was, and the more sober its plumage the finer was its song. He understood those musical notes too. They expressed sheer delight, the joy of life just as he felt it then himself,

20、and the kinship between the two was strong. The bird at last flew away and the Onondaga heard its song dying among the distant leaves. A portion of the forest spell departed with it, and Tayoga, returning to thoughts of his task, rose and walked on, instinct rather than will causing him to keep a cl

21、ose watch on earth and foliage. When he saw the faint trace of a large moccasin on the earth all that was left of the spell departed suddenly and he became at once the wilderness warrior, active, alert, ready to read every sign. He studied the imprint, which turned in, and hence had been made by an

22、Indian. Its great size too indicated to him that it might be that of Tandakora, a belief becoming with him almost a certainty as he found other and similar traces farther on. He followed them about a mile, reaching stony ground where they vanished altogether, and then he turned to the west. The fact

23、 that Tandakora was so near, and might approach again was not unpleasant to him, as Tayoga, having all the soul of a warrior, was anxious to match himself with the gigantic Ojibway, and since the war was now active on the border it seemed that the opportunity might come. But his attention must be oc

24、cupied with something else for the present, and he went toward the west for a full hour through the primeval forest. Now and then he stopped to listen, even lying down and putting his ear to the ground, but the sounds he heard, although varied and many, were natural to the wild. He knew them all. Th

25、e steady tapping was a woodpecker at work upon an old tree. The faint musical note was another little gray bird singing the delight of his soul as he perched himself upon a twig; the light shuffling noise was the tread of a bear hunting succulent nuts; a caw-caw so distant that it was like an echo w

26、as the voice of a circling crow, and the tiny trickling noise that only the keenest ear could have heard was made by a brook a yard wide taking a terrific plunge over a precipice six inches high. The rustling, one great blended note, universal but soft, was that of the leaves moving in harmony befor

27、e the gentle wind. The young Onondaga was sure that the forest held no alien presence. The traces of Tandakora were hours old, and he must now be many miles away with his band, and, such being the case, it was fit time for him to choose a camp and call his friends. It pleased Tayoga, zealous of mind

28、, to do all the work before the others came, and, treading so lightly and delicately, that he would not have alarmed a rabbit in the bush, he gathered together dead sticks and heaped them in a little sunken place, clear of undergrowth. Flint and steel soon lighted a fire, and then he sent forth his

29、call, the long penetrating whine of the wolf. The reply came from the north, and, building his fire a little higher, he awaited the result, without anxiety. The dry wood crackled and many little flames red or yellow arose. Tayoga heaped dead leaves against the trunk of a tree and sat down comfortabl

30、y, his shoulders and back resting against the bark. Presently he heard the first alien sound in the forest, a light tread approaching That he knew was Willet, and then he heard the second tread, even lighter than the first, and he knew that it was the footstep of Robert. All ready! Its like you, Tay

31、oga, said Willet, as he entered the open space. Here you are, with the house built and the fire burning on the hearth! I lighted the fire, said Tayoga, rising, but Manitou made the hearth, and built the house which is worthy of Him. He looked with admiration at the magnificent trees spreading away o

32、n every side, and the foliage in its most splendid, new luxuriant green. It is worthy, Tayoga, said Robert, whose soul was like that of the Onondaga, and it takes Manitou himself a century or more to grow trees like these. Some of them, I dare say, are three or four hundred years old or more, said W

33、illet, and the forest goes west, so Ive heard the Indians say, a matter of near two thousand miles. Its pleasant to know that if all the axes in the world were at work it couldnt all be cut down in our time or in the time of our children. Tayogas heart swelled with indignation at the idea that the f

34、orest might be destroyed, but he said nothing, as he knew that Willet and Robert shared his feeling. Heres your rifle, Tayoga, said the hunter; I suppose you didnt have an occasion to use your bow and arrows. No, Great Bear, replied the Onondaga, but I might have had the chance had I come earlier. W

35、hat do you mean by that? I saw on the grass a human trace. It was made by a foot clothed in a moccasin, a large foot, a very large foot, the foot of a man whom we all have cause to hate. I take it youre speaking of Tandakora, the Ojibway. None other. I cannot be mistaken. But the trail was cold. He

36、and his warriors have gone north. They may be thirty, forty miles from here. Likely enough, Tayoga. Theyre on their way to join the force the French are sending to the fort at the junction of the Monongahela and the Alleghany. Perhaps St. Lucand there isnt a cleverer officer in this continentis with

37、 them. I tell you, Tayoga, and you too, Robert, I dont like it! That young Washington ought to have been sent earlier into the Ohio country, and they should have given him a much larger force. Were sluggards and all our governors are sluggards, except maybe Shirley of Massachusetts. With the war jus

38、t blazing up the French are already in possession, and were to drive em out, which doubles our task. It was a great victory for us to keep the Hodenosaunee on our side, or, in the main, neutral, but its going to be uphill work for us to win. The young French leaders are genuine kings of the wilderne

39、ss. You know that, Robert, as well as I do. Yes, said the youth. I know theyre the men whom the English colonies have good cause to fear. When he spoke he was thinking of St. Luc, as he had last seen him in the vale of Onondaga, defeated in the appeal to the fifty sachems, but gallant, well bred, sh

40、owing nothing of chagrin, and sure to be a formidable foe on the field of battle. He was an enemy of whom one could be proud, and Robert felt an actual wish to see him again, even though in opposing ranks. We may come into contact with some of em, said the hunter. The French are using all their infl

41、uence over the Indians, and are directing their movements. I know that St. Luc, Jumonville, Beaujeu, Dumas, De Villiers, De Courcelles and all their best men are in the forest. Its likely that Tandakora, fierce and wild as he is, is acting under the direction of some Frenchman. St. Luc could control

42、 him. Robert thought it highly probable that the chevalier was in truth with the Indians on the border, either leading some daring band or gathering the warriors to the banner of France. His influence with them would be great, as he understood their ways, adapted himself to them and showed in battle

43、 a skill and daring that always make a powerful appeal to the savage heart. The youth had matched himself against St. Luc in the test of words in the vale of Onondaga, and now he felt that he must match himself anew, but in the test of forest war. Tayoga having lighted the fire, the hunter cooked th

44、e food over it, while the two youths reposed calmly. Robert watched Willet with interest, and he was impressed for the thousandth time by his great strength, and the lightness of his movements. When he was younger, the disparity in years had made him think of Willet as an old man, but he saw now tha

45、t he was only in early middle age. There was not a gray hair on his head, and his face was free from wrinkles. An extraordinarily vivid memory of that night in Quebec when the hunter had faced Boucher, the bully and bravo, reputed the best swordsman of France, leaped up in Roberts mind. He had found

46、 no time to think of Willets past recently and he realized now that he knew little about it. The origin of that hunter was as obscure as his own. But the story of the past and its mysteries must wait. The present was so great and overwhelming that it blotted out everything else. The venison and the

47、bacon are ready, said Willet, and you two lads can fall on. Youre not what Id call epicures, but Ive never known your appetites to fail. Nor will they, said Robert, as he and Tayoga helped themselves. Whats the news from Britain, Dave? You must have heard a lot when you were in Albany. Its vague, Ro

48、bert, vague. The English are slow, just as we Americans are, too. Theyre going to send out troops, but the French have dispatched a fleet and regiments already. The fact that our colonies are so much larger than theirs is perhaps an advantage to them, as it gives them a bigger target to aim at, and

49、our people who are trying to till their farms, will be struck down by their Indians from ambush. And you see now what a bulwark the great League of the Hodenosaunee is to the English, said Tayoga. A fact that Ive always foreseen, said Willet warmly. Nobody knows better than I do the power of the Six Nations, and nobody has ever be