Summary

Portrait of Kirk Munroe Kirk Munroe At War with Pontiac; Or, The Totem of the Bear…

The month elapsed since Donald left Detroit had been to the imprisoned garrison of that important post a period of gloom and incessant anxiety. Although, after the first outbreak, no general attack had been made on the place, the rigor of its siege had not for a moment been relaxed. It was seldom that an Indian was to be seen; but if a soldier exposed himself above the walls or at a loop-hole, the venomous hiss of a bullet instantly warned him of his peril, and of the tireless vigilance of the unseen foe.
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Portrait of Kirk Munroe Kirk Munroe At War with Pontiac; Or, The Totem of the Bear…

One more crashing volley was poured into their ranks, but it no longer came as a surprise, and mad with fury the redcoats swept on to the summit. To their amazement, it was as deserted as though no human being had ever trodden its soil. The place from which, a moment before, Indian guns had flashed in their faces, was as silent as the grave. The enemy had vanished in the blackness as though by magic, and unaccustomed to the tactics of forest warfare, the newly arrived troops became filled with a mysterious fear.
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Portrait of Kirk Munroe Kirk Munroe At War with Pontiac; Or, The Totem of the Bear…

As though in answer there came a roar of musketry from a point not far distant, and yells, and shrill cries, and the sharp crack of rifles.
At the sounds Pontiac's daughter sprang up, crying: "It has begun! Oh, my father! my father!"
"What does it mean? Tell me, Ah-mo!" gasped Edith, her voice sunk to a whisper with terror.
"It is a battle," replied the Indian girl, sternly, "between thy people and my people. It is time to dress and be prepared for what may happen."
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