The Shadow of the North | Page 3

rather than will causing him to keep a close watch on earth and
foliage. When he saw the faint trace of a large moccasin on the earth all
that was left of the spell departed suddenly and he became at once the
wilderness warrior, active, alert, ready to read every sign.
He studied the imprint, which turned in, and hence had been made by
an Indian. Its great size too indicated to him that it might be that of
Tandakora, a belief becoming with him almost a certainty as he found
other and similar traces farther on. He followed them about a mile,
reaching stony ground where they vanished altogether, and then he
turned to the west.
The fact that Tandakora was so near, and might approach again was not
unpleasant to him, as Tayoga, having all the soul of a warrior, was
anxious to match himself with the gigantic Ojibway, and since the war
was now active on the border it seemed that the opportunity might
come. But his attention must be occupied with something else for the
present, and he went toward the west for a full hour through the
primeval forest. Now and then he stopped to listen, even lying down
and putting his ear to the ground, but the sounds he heard, although
varied and many, were natural to the wild.
He knew them all. The steady tapping was a woodpecker at work upon
an old tree. The faint musical note was another little gray bird singing
the delight of his soul as he perched himself upon a twig; the light
shuffling noise was the tread of a bear hunting succulent nuts; a
caw-caw so distant that it was like an echo was the voice of a circling
crow, and the tiny trickling noise that only the keenest ear could have
heard was made by a brook a yard wide taking a terrific plunge over a
precipice six inches high. The rustling, one great blended note,

universal but soft, was that of the leaves moving in harmony before the
gentle wind.
The young Onondaga was sure that the forest held no alien presence.
The traces of Tandakora were hours old, and he must now be many
miles away with his band, and, such being the case, it was fit time for
him to choose a camp and call his friends.
It pleased Tayoga, zealous of mind, to do all the work before the others
came, and, treading so lightly and delicately, that he would not have
alarmed a rabbit in the bush, he gathered together dead sticks and
heaped them in a little sunken place, clear of undergrowth. Flint and
steel soon lighted a fire, and then he sent forth his call, the long
penetrating whine of the wolf. The reply came from the north, and,
building his fire a little higher, he awaited the result, without anxiety.
The dry wood crackled and many little flames red or yellow arose.
Tayoga heaped dead leaves against the trunk of a tree and sat down
comfortably, his shoulders and back resting against the bark. Presently
he heard the first alien sound in the forest, a light tread approaching
That he knew was Willet, and then he heard the second tread, even
lighter than the first, and he knew that it was the footstep of Robert.
"All ready! It's like you, Tayoga," said Willet, as he entered the open
space. "Here you are, with the house built and the fire burning on the
hearth!"
"I lighted the fire," said Tayoga, rising, "but Manitou made the hearth,
and built the house which is worthy of Him."
He looked with admiration at the magnificent trees spreading away on
every side, and the foliage in its most splendid, new luxuriant green.
"It is worthy, Tayoga," said Robert, whose soul was like that of the
Onondaga, "and it takes Manitou himself a century or more to grow
trees like these."
"Some of them, I dare say, are three or four hundred years old or

more," said Willet, "and the forest goes west, so I've heard the Indians
say, a matter of near two thousand miles. It's pleasant to know that if all
the axes in the world were at work it couldn't all be cut down in our
time or in the time of our children."
Tayoga's heart swelled with indignation at the idea that the forest might
be destroyed, but he said nothing, as he knew that Willet and Robert
shared his feeling.
"Here's your rifle, Tayoga," said the hunter; "I suppose you didn't have
an occasion to use your bow and arrows."
"No, Great Bear," replied the Onondaga, "but I might have had the
chance had I come earlier."
"What do you mean by that?"
"I saw on the grass a human trace.