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Updated: June 13, 2025
They paused at the bank of the lake. The water lay sparkling in the moonlight. Menard looked grimly out; this light added to the danger. He found a short log close at hand and carried it to the water. "Come, Mademoiselle," he whispered, "and Father Claude. This will support you. Teganouan and I will swim. Keep low in the water, and do not splash or speak.
He heard the account without a word, and, at the close, when the priest looked at him questioningly for a reply, he shook his head sadly. His experiment with Danton had failed. "He didn't tell you who had helped him?" "No, M'sieu. It is very strange." "Yes," said Menard, "it is." The night passed without further incident.
First I must add foliage in the foreground. And I will give it my earnest prayer." Menard said farewell and went out, leaving the priest gazing at the picture. He strolled back toward the citadel, stopping now and then to greet an old friend or a chance acquaintance.
"We have some Pottawatomies and Kickapoos and Kaskaskias always with us, like the poor. Nobody is afraid of them, though. Colonel Menard has them all under his thumb, and if nobody else could manage them he could. My father says they will give their furs to him for nothing rather than sell them to other people.
They had reached the office in the rear of the house, and the Major brushed a heap of documents and drawings from a chair. "Sit down, Menard. You have a long story, I take it. You look as if you'd been to the Illinois and back." "You knew of my capture?" "Yes. We had about given you up. And the girl, Mademoiselle St. Denis " "She is here." "Here at Frontenac?" "Yes; in Father de Casson's care."
"The White Chief is glad to be with his Onondaga brothers?" he said in his quiet voice. Menard slowly raised his eyes, and looked coolly at the chief without replying. "The tongue of the Big Buffalo is weary perhaps? It has moved so many times to tell the Onondaga what is not true, that now it asks for rest. The Long Arrow is kind. He will not seek to move it again.
"The Big Buffalo has spoken well. The word of a fool is not the word of the Long House. The White Chief comes to give us the voice of Onontio, and we will listen." He turned toward Menard, and then resumed his seat. The Captain rose, and looked about the circle. The chiefs were motionless.
At first she thought herself back among the Onondagas, and she begged them not to take her away, hanging back and forcing them almost to carry her. It cut Menard to the heart, but he pushed steadily forward. Later she yielded, and with a dazed expression obeyed. Once or twice she stumbled, and would have fallen but for the strong hands that held her.
There was a curious touch of humor and history in its banners. Here are three of them: "Menard County for the Tall Sucker." "We are for old Abe the Giant-Killer." "Link on to Lincoln." Then those last days in Springfield. He came to the office the afternoon before he left and threw himself on the lounge and talked of bygone days with Herndon. "Billy, how long have we been together?" he asked.
In the early part of the year 1828, the President of the United States, appointed Governor Cass and Colonel Pierre Menard, to treat with certain tribes of Indians for the cession of what is called the "mineral region" lying on the Mississippi, south of the Wisconsin.
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