such were the words of one tribe after another to the
commander at Fort Chartres;—‘do not desert thy children: the English
shall never come here so long as a red man lives.’
‘Our hearts,’ they repeated, ‘are with the French
; we hate the English
, and wish to kill them all. We are all united: the war is our war, and we will continue it for seven years. The English
shall never come into the west.’1
But the French
officers in Illinois
, though their efforts were for a long time unavailing, sincerely desired to execute the treaty of Paris
On the sixteenth of May, a party of Indians appeared at the gate of the fort of Sandusky
, the commander, ordered seven of them—four Hurons and three Ottawas—to be admitted as old acquaintances and friends.
They sat smoking, till one of them raised his head as a signal, on which the two that were next Paulli
seized and tied him fast without uttering a word.
As they carried him out of the room, he saw the dead body of his sentry.
The rest of the garrison lay one here and one there; the sergeant in his garden, where he had been planting—all massacred.
The traders, also, were killed, and their stores plundered.
was taken as a trophy to Detroit
At the mouth of the St. Joseph
's the Jesuit
missionaries, for nearly sixty years, had toiled among the heathen, till, at the conquest of Canada
, they made way for an English ensign, a garrison of fourteen soldiers, and English traders, stationed on a spot more than a thousand miles From the sea, and inaccessible