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Updated: June 16, 2025
This was his first war path. He led a party of six Sarcees. He was the seventh man. On the second day out, they came to the Red Deer's River. When they reached this river, they found it very high, so they built a raft to cross on. They camped on the other side. In crossing, most of their powder got wet. We had better go back from here. We started on a wrong day.
"There are doings there without doubt. Did you see the Cree and the Assiniboine?" "I could not pick them out," said Cameron, "but I saw Louis the Breed." "Ah, you did! He needs another term at the Police sanatarium." They looked in upon the Sarcees and were relieved to find them frankly hostile. They had not forgotten the last visit of the Inspector and his friend.
It was on their return that they were caught in the Black Storm. It will be a long time before the northland will forget that storm. It was a storm in which the Sarcees died to a man, woman and child over on the Dubawnt waterways, and when trees froze solid and split open with the sharp explosions of high-power guns.
It was "Mow-lee, the swift," as the Sarcees had named it the quickest creature in the wilderness. Kazan's inch-long fangs should have sunk deep in its jugular. But in a fractional part of a second the lynx had thrown itself back like a huge soft ball, and Kazan's teeth buried themselves in the flesh of its neck instead of the jugular.
All the time he was cutting and stabbing, jumping backward and forward, and all the time laughing. When he was dead, there were fifteen dead Crees lying about the earthworks. That morning, before it was daylight, the two Sarcees who had hidden in the willows left their hiding-place and made their way to the Blackfoot camp.
They were thick about him on all sides, and they could not shoot much at him, for fear of killing their own people on the other side. One of the Sarcees fell. "These people cannot kill us here. Where that patch of choke-cherry brush is, in the very centre of their camp, we will go and take our stand." Another Sarcee fell, and now there were only three of them. These people cannot kill us here.
He is wanted on a serious charge. "'Kindly step this way, Mr. Raven, said the Superintendent, 'and you, Inspector. I have something of importance to say to you. "And, by Jove, it was important. Little Thunder had broken his pledge to Raven to quit the rebellion business and had perfected a plan for a simultaneous rising of Blackfeet, Bloods, Piegans, and Sarcees next month.
"Oh," said the Inspector, "it was a very fine thing indeed of Cameron. Louis 'the Breed' had been working the Bloods. We got on his track and headed him up in the Sarcee camp. He is rather a dangerous character and is related to the Sarcees. We expected trouble in his arrest. We rode in and found the Indians, to the number of a hundred and fifty or more, very considerably excited.
Where did he come from anyway, do you suppose?" "Been to the Blackfoot Reserve like enough and was on his way to the Sarcees when he fell in with this little camp of theirs." "That's about it," replied the Superintendent gloomily. "And to think you had him fast and we let him go!" The thought brought small comfort to any of them, least of all to Cameron.
It was on their return that they were caught in the Black Storm. It will be a long time before the northland will forget that storm. It was a storm in which the Sarcees died to a man, woman and child over on the Dubawnt waterways, and when trees froze solid and split open with the sharp explosions of high-power guns.
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