[When Wilderness Was King by Randall Parrish]@TWC D-Link bookWhen Wilderness Was King CHAPTER X 9/9
A young, smooth-faced fellow, wearing a new officer's uniform, led them, sword in hand, a smile of light contempt upon his lips. "Clear the space wider, Campbell!" he said sternly, to the big corporal at his side.
"Swing your files to left and right, and push the rabble out of the way." They did it with the butts of their guns, laughing at the brandished knives and tomahawks and the fierce painted faces that scowled at them, paying no apparent heed to the taunts and insults showered from every side.
There were some stones thrown, a few blows were struck, but no rifle-shot broke the brief struggle.
The young officer strode forward down the open space, and fronted our advance. "I presume this is Captain Wells, from Fort Wayne ?" he said, lifting his cap as he spoke. "It is," was the reply, "and I am very glad to find that you still hold Fort Dearborn." The other's frank and boyish face darkened slightly, as if at an unpleasant memory. "'T is no fault of some," he muttered hastily; then he checked himself. "We are glad to greet you, Captain Wells," he added, in a more formal tone, glancing about upon us, "and your party.
I am Ensign Ronan, of the garrison; and if you will kindly pass between my guard lines, you will find Captain Heald awaiting you within." Thus we rode freely forward, with the guarding soldiery on either side of us, their faces to the howling savages; we passed in at the great southern gate, and halted amid the buildings of old Fort Dearborn..
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