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an amicable proposition from majorgeneral Allen, commanding the garrison of Fort Peak."

The Americans, who were evidently taken by surprise at their intentions of attack being known, were silent, while he continued

"Gentlemen, it may appear somewhat strange that a garrison, possessing the natural strength of a powerful position-supplied with abundant ammunition and every muniment of war -should despatch a flag of truce on the eve of an attack, in preference to waiting for the moment, when a sharp and well-prepared reception might best attest its vigilance and discipline. But the reasons for this step are soon explained. In the first place, you intended a surprise. We have been long aware of your projected attack. Our spies have tracked you from your crossing the river above the whirlpool to your present position. Every man of your party is numbered by us; and, what is still more, numbered by our allies-yes, gentlemen, I must repeat it, 'allies'-though, as a Briton, I blush at the word. Shame and disgrace for ever be that man's portion, who first associated the honor able usages of war with the atrocious and bloody cruelties of the savage. Yet so it is: the Delawares of the hills" here the Yankees exchanged very peculiar looks-"have this morning arrived at Fort Peak, with orders to ravage the whole of your frontier, from Fort George to Lake Erie. They brought us the information of your approach, and their chief is, while I speak, making an infamous proposition, by which a price is to be paid for every scalp he produces in the morning. Now, as the general cannot refuse to co-operate with the savages, without compromising himself with the commander-in-chief, neither can he accept of such assistance without some pangs of conscience. He has taken the only course open to him: he has despatched myself and my brother officers here"-O'Flaherty glanced at two privates dressed up in his regimentals-" to offer you terms."

O'Flaherty paused when he arrived thus far, expecting that the opposite party would make some reply; but they continued silent; when suddenly, from the dense forest, there rung forth a wild and savage yell, that rose and fell several times, like the pibroch of the highlander, and ended at last in a

loud whoop, that was echoed and reechoed again and again for several seconds after.

"Hark!" said O'Flaherty, with an accent of horror-" Hark! the warcry of the Delawares ! The savages are eager for their prey. May it yet be time enough to rescue you from such a fate! Time presses—our terms are these-as they do not admit of discussion, and must be at once ac. cepted or rejected, to your own ear alone can I impart them."

Saying which, he took Major Brown aside, and, walking apart from the others, led him, by slow steps, into the forest. While O'Flaherty continued to dilate upon the atrocities of Indian war, and the revengeful character of the savages, he contrived to be always advancing towards the river side; but at length the glare of a fire was perceptible through the gloom. Major Brown stopped suddenly, and pointed in the direction of the flame.

"It is the Indian picquet," said O'Flaherty, calmly; "and as the facts I have been detailing may be more palatable to your mind, you shall see them with your own eyes. Yes, I repeat it, you shall, through the cover of this brushwood, see Caudan-dacwagae himself for he is with them in person.'

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As O'Flaherty said this, he led Major Brown, now speechless with terror, behind a massive cork tree, from which spot they could look down upon the river side, where in a small creek sat five or six persons in blankets, and scarlet head-dresses; their faces streaked with patches of yellow and red paint, to which the glare of the fire lent fresh horror. In the midst sat one, whose violent gestures and savage cries gave him the very appearance of a demon, as he resented with all his might the efforts of the others to restrain him, shouting like a maniac all the while, and struggling to rise.

"It is the chief," said O'Flaherty; "he will wait no longer. We have bribed the others to keep him quiet, if possible, a little time; but I see they cannot succeed."

A loud yell of triumph from below interrupted Tom's speech. The infuriated savage-who was no other than Mr. Malone having obtained the rum bottle, for which he was fighting with all his might his temper not being improved in the struggle by occasional admonitions from the red

end of a cigar, applied to his naked skin by the other Indians-who were his own soldiers acting under O'Flaherty's orders.

"Now," said Tom, "that you have convinced yourself, and can satisfy your brother officers, will you take your chance? or will you accept the honoured terms of the general-file your arms, and retreat beyond the river before day-break? Your muskets and ammunition will offer a bribe to the cupidity of the savage, and delay his pursuit till you can reach some place of safety."

Major Brown heard the proposal in silence, and at last determined on consulting his brother officers.

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"I have outstaid my time," said O'Flaherty, "but stop; the lives of so many are at stake, I consent.' Saying which, they walked on without speaking, till they arrived where the others were standing around the watch-fire.

As Brown retired to consult with the officers, Tom heard with pleasure how much his two companions had worked upon the Yankees' fears, during his absence, by details of the vindictive feelings of the Delawares, and their vows to annihilate the Buffalo militia.

Before five minutes they had decided. Upon a solemn pledge from O'Flaherty that the terms of the compact were to be observed as he stated them, they agreed to march with their arms to the ford, where, having piled them, they were to cross over, and make the best of their way home.

By sunrise the next morning, all that remained of the threatened attack on Fort Peak, were the smouldering ashes of some wood fires-eighty mus kets piled in the fort and the yellow ochre, and red stripes that still adorned the countenance of the late Indian chief, now snoring Lieutenant Maurice Malone.



A SECOND night succeeded to the long dreary day of the diligence, and the only one agreeable reflection arose in the feeling that every mile travelled was diminishing the chance of pursuit, and removing me still further from that scene of trouble and annoyance that was soon to furnish gossip for Paris-under the title of "The Affaire O'Leary."

How he was ever to extricate himself from the numerous and embarrassing difficulties of his position, gave me, I confess, less uneasiness than the uncertainty of my own fortunes. Luck seemed ever to befriend him-me it

had always accompanied far enough through life to make its subsequent desertion more painful. How far I should blame myself for this, I stopped not to consider; but brooded over the fact in a melancholy and discontented mood. The one thought uppermost in my mind was, how will Lady Jane receive me am I forgotten-or am I only remembered as the subject of that unlucky mistake, when, under the guise of an elder son, I was feted and made much of. What pretensions I had, without fortune, rank, influence, or even expectations of any kind, to seek the hand of the most beautiful girl of the day, with the largest fortune as her dowry, I dared not ask myself the reply would have dashed all iny hopes,

and my pursuit would have at once been abandoned. "Tell the people you are an excellent preacher," was the advice of an old and learned divine to a younger and less experienced one -"tell them so every morning, and every noon, and every evening, and at last they will begin to believe it." So thought I. I shall impress upon the Callonbys that I am a most unexceptionable "parti." Upon every occasion they shall hear it as they open their newspapers at breakfast-as they sip their soup at luncheon-as they adjust their napkin at dinner-as they chat over their wine at night. My influ ence in the house shall be unbounded my pleasures consulted-my dislikes remembered. The people in favour with me shall dine there three times a week-those less fortunate shall be put into schedule A. My opinions on all subjects shall be a law-whether I pronounce upon politics, or discuss a dinncr

and all this I shall accomplish by a successful flattery of my lady a little bullying of my lord-a devoted attention to the youngest sister-a special cultivation of Kilkee-and a very prononcé neglect of Lady Jane. These were my half waking thoughts, as the heavy diligence rumbled over the pavé into Nancy; and I was aroused by the door being suddenly jerked open, and a bronze face, with a black beard and

moustache, being thrust in amongst the courier, for we have already been examined at Nancy."


"Your passports, messieurs," as a lantern was held up in succession across our faces, and we handed forth our crumpled and worn papers to the official.

The night was stormy and darkgusts of wind sweeping along, bearing with them the tail of some thundercloud-mingling their sounds with a falling tile from the roofs, or a broken chimney-pot. The law officer in vain endeavoured to hold open the passports while he inscribed his name; and just as the last scrawl was completed, the lantern went out. Muttering a heavy curse upon the "mauvais temps," he thrust them in upon us' en masse, and, banging the door to, called out to the conducteur, " en route."

Again we rumbled on, and, ere we cleared the last lamps of the town, the whole party were once more sunk in sleep, save myself. Hour after hour rolled by, the rain pattering upon the roof, and the heavy plash of the horses' feet contributing their mournful sounds to the melancholy that was stealing over me. At length we drew up at the door of a little auberge; and, by the noise and bustle without, I perceived there was a change of horses. Anxious to stretch my legs, and relieve, if even for a moment, the wearisome monotony of the night, I got out and strode into the little parlour of the inn. There was a cheerful fire in an open stove, beside which stood a portly figure in a sheepskin benta, and a cloth travelling cap, with a gold band; his legs were cased in high Russia leather boots, all evident signs of the profession of the wearer, had even his haste at supper not bespoke the fact that he was a government courier."

"You had better make haste with the horses, Antoine, if you don't wish the postmaster to hear of it," said he, as I entered, his mouth filled with pie crust, and Vin de Beaume, as he spoke.

A lumbering peasant, with a blouse, sabots and a striped night cap, replied in some unknown patois; when the courier again said

"Well, then, take the diligence horses; I must get on at all events; they are not so pressé, I'll be bound; besides, it will save the gens d'arme some miles of a ride if they overtake them here."

"Have we another visé of our passports here, then?" said I, addressing

"Not exactly a visé," said the courier, eyeing me most suspiciously as he spoke, and then continuing to eat with his former voracity.

"Then what, may I ask, have we to do with the gens-d'arme ?"

"It is a search," said the courier, gruffly, and with the air of one who desired no further questioning.

I immediately ordered a bottle of Burgundy, and filling the large goblet before him, said, with much respect, "A votre bonne voyage Monsieur le Courier."

To this he at once replied, by taking off his cap and bowing politely as he drank off the wine.

"Have we any runaway felon or a stray galerier among us ?" said, I laughingly, "that they are going to search us p

"No, monsieur, said the courier; "“but there has been a government order to arrest a person on this road connected with the dreadful Polish plot, that has just eclatéd at Paris. I passed a vidette of cavalry at Nancy, and they will be up here in half an hour,"

"A Polish plot! Why, I left Paris only two days ago, and never heard of it.'

"C'est bien possible, Monsieur?" said the courier. "Perhaps, after all, it may only be an affair of the police; but they have certainly arrested one prisoner at Meurice, charged with this, as well as the attempt to rob Frascati, and murder the croupier."

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Alas," said I, with a half suppressed groan, "it is too true; that infernal fellow O'Leary has ruined me, and shall be brought back to Paris, and only taken from prison to meet the open shame and ignominy of a public trial."

What was to be done ?-every moment was precious. I walked to the door to conceal my agitation. All was dark and gloomy. The thought of escape was my only one; but how to accomplish it! Every stir without suggested to my anxious mind the approaching tread of horses-every rattle of the harness seemed like the clink of accoutrements.

While I yet hesitated, I felt that my fate was in the balance. Concealment where I was, was impossible; there were no means of obtaining horses to proceed. My last only hope then rested in the courier; he perhaps might be bribed to assist me at this juncture.

Still his impression as to the enormity of the crime imputed might deter him; and there was no time for explanation, even if he would listen to it. I returned to the room; he had finished his meal, and was now engaged in all the preparations for encountering a wet and dreary night. I hesitated; my fears that if he should refuse my offers, all chance of my escape was gone, deterred me for a moment. At length, as he wound a large woollen shawl round his throat, and seemed to have completed his costume, I summoned nerve for the effort, and with as much boldness in my manner as I could muster, said

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"Monsieur le Courier, one word with you." I here closed the door, and continued. My fortunes-my whole prospects in life depend upon my reaching Strasbourg by to-morrow night. You alone can be the means of my doing so. Is there any price you can mention, for which you will render me this service ?-if so, name it."

"So, then, Monsieur," said the courier, slowly so, then, you are the

"You have guessed it," said I, interrupting. Do you accept my proposal?"

It is impossible," said he, "utterly impossible: for even should I be disposed to run the risk on my own account, it would avail you nothing; the first town we entered your passport would be demanded, and not being viséd by the minister to travel en courier, you would at once be detained and arrested."

"Then am I lost," said I, throwing myself upon a chair; at the same instant my passport, which I carried in my breast pocket, fell out at the feet of the courier. He lifted it and opened it leisurely. So engrossed was I by my misfortunes, that for some minutes I did not perceive, that as he continued to read the passport, he smiled from time to time, till at length a hearty fit of laughing awoke me from my abstraction. My first impulse was to seize him by the throat; controlling my temper, however, with an effort, I said

"And pray, Monsieur, may I ask in what manner the position I stand in at this moment affords you so much amusement. Is there any thing so particularly droll-any thing so sively ludicrous in my situation-or what particular gift do you possess that


shall prevent me throwing you out of the window ?"

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Mais, monsieur," said he, half stifled with laughter, "do you know the blunder I fell into? it is really too good. Could you only guess who I took you for, you would laugh too."

Here he became so overcome with merriment, that he was obliged to sit down, which he did opposite to me, and actually shook with laughter.

"When this comedy is over," thought I, "we may begin to understand each other." Seeing no prospect of this, I became at length impatient, and jumping on my legs, said

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Enough, sir, quite enough of this foolery. Believe me, you have every reason to be thankful that my present embarrassment should so far engross me, that I cannot afford time to give you a thrashing."

"Pardon, mille pardons," said he, humbly; "but you will, I am sure, forgive me, when I tell you that I was stupid enough to mistake you for the fugitive Englishman, whom the gensd'armes are in pursuit of. How good, eh ?"

"Oh! devilish good-but what do you mean ?"

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Why, the fellow that caused the attack at Frascati, and all that, and-" Yes-well, eh? Did you think I was he?"


"To be sure I did, till I saw your passport."

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"Till you saw my passport!" Why, what on earth can he mean? thought I, "No, but," said I, half jestingly, "how could you make such a blunder ?"

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"That they will," thought I. "The only doubt is, will you join in the merriment ?"

"How they will laugh at Strasbourg thought of treachery occurred to me.. at my mistake." Is he about to hand me over to the gens-d'armes ? and are we now only retracing our steps towards Nancy? If so, Monsieur le Courier, whatever be my fate, your's is certainly an unenviable one. My reflections on this head were soon broken in upon, for my companion again returned to the subject of his "singular error,” and assured me that he was as near as possible leaving me behind, under the mistaken impression of my being "myself;" and informed me that all Strasbourg would be delighted to see me, which latter piece of news was only the more flattering, that I knew no one there, nor had ever been in that city in my life; and after about an hour's mystification as to my tastes, habits, and pursuits, he fell fast asleep, leaving me to solve the difficult problem as to. whether I was not somebody else, or the only alternative-whether travelling en courier might not be prescribed by physicians as a mode of treating insane patients.

So saying, I followed the courier to the door, jumped into his caleche, and in another moment was hurrying over the pavé at a pace that defied pursuit, and promised soon to make up for all our late delay. Scarcely was the furlined apron of the caleche buttoned around me, and the German blinds let down, when I set to work to think over the circumstance that had just befallen me. As I had never examined my passport from the moment Trevanion handed it to me at Paris, I knew nothing of its contents; therefore, as to what impression it might convey of me I was totally ignorant. To ask the courier for it now might excite suspicion; so that I was totally at sea how to account for the courier's sudden change in my favour, or in what precise capacity I was travelling beside him. Once, and once only, the


WITH the dawn of day my miseries recommenced; for after letting down the sash, and venting some very fervent imprecations upon the postillion for not going faster than his horses were able, the courier once more recurred to his last night's blunder, and proceeded very leisurely to catechise me as to my probable stay at Strasbourg, when I should go from thence, &c. As I was still in doubt what or whom he took me for, I answered with the greatest circumspection watching, the while, for any clue that might lead me to a discovery of myself. Thus, occasionally evading all pushing and home queries, and sometimes, when hard pressed, feigning drowsiness, I passed the long and anxious day-the fear of being overtaken ever mingling with the thoughts that some unlucky admission of mine might discover my real character to the courier, who, at any post station, might hand me over to the authorities. Could I only guess at the part I am performing, thought I, and I might manage to keep up the illusion; but my attention was so entirely engrossed by fencing off all his threats, that I could find out nothing. At last, as night drew near, the thought that we were approaching

Strasbourg rallied my spirits, suggesting an escape from all pursuit, as well as the welcome prospect of getting rid of my present torturer, who, whenever I awoke from a dose, reverted to our singular meeting with a pertinacity that absolutely seemed like malice.

"As I am aware that this is your first visit to Strasbourg," said the courier, "perhaps I can be of service to you in recommending a hotel. Put up, I advise you, at the Bear'-a capital hotel, and not ten minutes' distance from the theatre."

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