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Updated: June 14, 2025
Bish! nor do I love this toll at the oars 'tis the work of slaves. I would prefer trusting all to the rapier, writing with its point a Frenchman's message of defiance. Holy saints! I am already half inclined to say yes to your proposal; yet Benteen, what word have you to speak regarding this plan?"
"Well, Benteen," he asked, twirling his moustache, and staring after them, "what was it the Dons said? Peste! I could not make out a word of their lingo, except when the fellows swore." I repeated to him the conversation, and he burst into a hearty laugh. "Indeed, a sweet-scented Frenchman, that Capuchin priest," he said carelessly. "I wonder what has so set the drunken fool against me?"
"General Custer he was in command, and Colonel Benteen an' Major Reno was his officers. After doin' twenty or thirty miles in th' saddle, we was sure a s'prised bunch o' rookies when we didn't stop. We didn't stop. No, siree! We kep' right on a-goin'. We didn't stop when we hit forty miles, nor sixty miles, nor eighty miles.
"I have no reason to deny my name, which is held an honest one here in New Orleans. How you learned it, however, remains a mystery, for I never looked upon your face before." "No, sah; I s'pects not, sah, 'cause I nebber yet hab been in dem dere parts, sah. I was sent yere wid a most 'portant message fer Massa Benteen, an' I done reckon as how dat am you, sah." "An important message for me?
It was probably the intention to finish, as they marched back to the south, the devilish work begun on the Saline, but before they reached that valley on the return, the victims left there originally had fled to Fort Harker, as already explained, and Captain Benteen was now nearing the little settlement with a troop of cavalry, which he had hurriedly marched from Fort Zarah.
"No one has visited us excepting the old chief who led the assault; he did nothing but strike the Puritan, who sought speech with him." She paused a moment, her head bent low; then she lifted her face to mine again, and I read within it the quick determination of her soul. "Geoffrey Benteen, listen.
I beg you, Benteen, bid that gluttonous English animal cease stuffing himself like an anaconda, and let us get away; each moment I am compelled to bide here is torture."
As I touched him, he turned his face toward me, pointing below with one hand. "We are securely blocked, Master Benteen," he asserted gruffly. "A fit reward for associating with papists." "Blocked?" failing to comprehend. "How? Are the savages already astir?" "Look for yourself. See yonder; lights are on the pathway as high as the tree-bridge."
The sectary's eyes were fastened upon the ragged line of hills at our back, and for the moment he made no response, his seamed face grave with thought. "How far, Master Benteen," he queried finally, "do you make it from here to the mouth of this river?" "Not much short of sixty leagues," I answered, after a bit of thinking.
Had I endeavored this before eating I could have slipped through, scarcely touching either side. But now I am scraped like a pig for the feast. Baste me, friend Benteen, but I can move neither forward nor back in this accursed place; I am full aground in the centre, and can never hope to progress without aid." I reached down until I laid firm hold upon his groping fingers.
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