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Updated: June 7, 2025
The Indian hesitated, and stood a few yards away looking at the silent figure, as if uncertain whether to speak. Finally he stepped back and disappeared among the willows. Half an hour went by. Father Claude came up the beach, walking slowly. "It is growing late, M'sieu, for travellers." Menard glanced up, but did not reply. The priest was looking about the camp. "Where is Teganouan, M'sieu?
As they swung their paddles, the maid with them, their eyes were full of dreams, all save Teganouan. His eyes were keen and cunning, and when they looked to the north it was not with thoughts of home. It may be that he was dreaming of the deed which might yet win back his lost name as an Onondaga warrior. The sun hung over the lake when at last the canoe touched the beach.
Teganouan searched farther, and returned with a heap of blankets for the maid, who had dropped to the ground before the hut. Menard carried her within and made her as comfortable as possible, then withdrew and closed the door. "Have the chiefs returned from the council at the village of the Onondagas?" he asked of the warrior, who stood at one side watching them with curiosity in his gaze.
When he has thought, he will understand." "Teganouan speaks like a child." "If Teganouan is a child, can the Big Buffalo tell why he came to the white man's lodge?" "Because he has slain a great white warrior, he must hide his face like the outcast dog." Menard pointed to the scalp that hung at his waist. "He has slain a great warrior while the hatchet lies buried in the ground.
The lodges of the allies near the fort sheltered many an Iroquois spy; whatever might follow would be known in every Iroquois village before the week had passed. To hold Teganouan for trial would mean war. There was the tramp of feet on the beaten ground without, and a clear voice said: "Wait a moment, I must report to Captain Menard."
One called himself the Long Arrow, and another was Teganouan, who, Father de Casson tells me, recently left the Mission at the Sault St. Francis Xavier. They claim to be Mission Indians. It will be well to watch out for them, and to have an eye on the Richelieu, and the other routes, to make sure that they don't slip away to the south with information." "Very well," replied the Commandant.
"Yes," he said cautiously, "it would be very simple. But you will be cautious, M'sieu. Of course, I do not know I cannot tell surely and yet it must be that Teganouan still has a warm heart. It cannot be that he has forgotten the many months of my kindness." While they stood there, hesitating between a dozen hasty plans, a light step sounded, and in an instant their eyes were at the opening.
Have none of them gone away since this news reached Quebec?" "None, save one poor wretch whose drunkenness long ago caused us to give up hope, though I " "What became of him? Where did he go?" "He wandered away in a drunken fit." "And you have not heard from him since?" "No, M'sieu. He was Teganouan, an Onondaga."
Du Peron looked around and saw Teganouan lying near. "Who's this Indian?" he asked in a low tone. "He is with me. A mission Indian." "Does he know French? Has he understood us?" "I don't know. I suppose so. Here is Father Claude de Casson. You remember him, don't you?" "Yes, indeed." The Lieutenant rose to greet the priest, and then the three sat together.
He rose slowly to his feet, and stood facing Teganouan, with the light streaming down upon his gentle face. "The sun has gone to sleep many times, Teganouan, since you left the great white house of the church at St. Francis. You have heard the counsel of evil men, who think only of the knife and the hatchet and the musket, who have no dream but to slay their brothers."
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