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Updated: June 13, 2025
I say you could be in better business than helping along the schemes of Dunmore and that trained skunk of his, Jack Connolly." I smiled pleasantly, beginning to remember that Ericus Dale was always a freely spoken man. "Do you mean that there is no need of this war? You say it is cooked up." "Need of war?" he wrathfully repeated. "In God's mercy why should we have war with the Indians?
She wished to send me away with amiable thoughts. "It sounds very interesting," she said. "Father must take me over the mountains before we return to town." "Do not ask him to do that," I cried. And I repeated the message sent by Mrs. Davis. She was the one person who always had her own way with Ericus Dale. She smiled tolerantly and scoffed: "Father's cousin sees danger where there isn't any.
Then again the Englishman was calling us. I went forward. "Hear what I say?" he cried. I answered that we could. "Ericus Dale says for us to stop shooting or he can't save us," he informed us. "He can't save himself!" I yelled back. "He thinks he can save all of us." "He couldn't save the man at the lick-block," I reminded. "Aye. There's sorry truth in that." "This valley's a trap.
"I'm going out to Greenwood's to see if I can't git a few shoots of powder." "Have you seen Ericus Dale, the trader?" I anxiously asked. "Yes, I seen the fool. He was making the creek when I come off. His gal was with him and John Ward. Come pretty nigh potting that Ward feller. He's a white man, but I can't git it out of my noodle that he ain't a' Injun." "How did Dale's girl stand the journey?"
You'll be seeing my cousin, Ericus Dale!" excitedly exclaimed Mrs. Davis. My emotion was far greater than that expressed by Mrs. Davis, but the dusk of early evening permitted me to conceal it. It was three years since I had seen the Dales, father and daughter. They were then living in Williamsburg. It was most astonishing that they should be now living in Salem. But this was going too fast.
I prided myself I was an old man in worldly wisdom. Patsy Dale had only added three years to her young life. I could even feel much at ease in meeting Ericus Dale. And yet there had been no day during my absence that I did not think of her, still idealizing her, and finding her fragrant memory an anodyne when suffering in the wilderness.
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