Allegheny Uprising Page #2

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-He's going over the far hills too much.

-l wouldn't care!

l wouldn't ask for anything

except to go with you.

You can't die once,

and then come alive and go away again.

lt's like making me see you die twice,

l couldn't stand it.

Jed, Tom... lndians.

lndians. They're all around Fort Pitt.

Shawnee and Delaware.

They've burned the town

and they've scalped the kids in school

at McDowell's Mill.

Let's be on the way, boys.

McDowell's Mill is 20 miles from here.

-Any more guns in the house?

-Two long rifles.

Well, l know

where we can get some more.

You're not going again, Jim, you're not!

Mac, Mac, tell him not to go!

Don't be a fool, lassie,

you know what we have to do.

All dead, Jim. Horrible.

Dirty, murdering heathens.

l'm taking my family

and leaving while we're still alive.

Aye. l'm fair sick of it.

A remarkably fine season

and what good is it?

You can't harvest

for fear of bloodthirsty barbarians.

Men, if the Conococheague settlements

stand firm

the country will have

some little sort of safety.

Safe for the blasted tradesmen.

For the fields of corn you planted.

For the plenty we've taken

and will take from this land.

l will water it with my blood

before l give it up.

-And l.

-And l.

Everybody accounted for?

All except Jacob Miller's two kids.

They must have taken them alive.

Mrs. Lewis, do you know

if Jacob Miller's kids got taken?

Mrs. Lewis?

l picked up the tracks.

About 20 of them. Delawares, l think.

l'm not sure,

but they seem to have

a couple of youngsters with them.

-Any missing?

-Yes.

l want about 10 men with me.

Stewart, Calhoon, M'Cammon, Professor.

You got plenty of charcoal over there,

M'Cammon?

Yes, and plenty of bear grease.

Now, we're traveling light,

so are the Delawares

but they'll be held back

because they're carrying the kids along.

Twenty of them. lt's just the odds l like.

l'll kill them myself

like l did them Onondagas in one day.

l wanna see your guns.

Trade musket. They're no good.

They misfire too often.

Sorry, M'Cammon,

we can't take you with us.

lf it misfires, Jim, l'll use my knife.

l'm only taking men

with long rifles, M'Cammon.

-Mac! Mac!

-Janie, lassie. What brought you here?

With lndians loose,

you might have been scalped

from your eyebrows

to your shoulder blades.

Here, l'll get somebody to take you back.

l'm not going back.

l've seen what the lndians did

and l'm going with you.

-l forbid it.

-What?

Positively.

You forbid it?

How much is this valley your home?

Did you see those bullet holes

in the walls of the tavern?

Who fought off the lndians? Not you.

You were always busy somewhere else

fighting somebody else's fight.

And now you're forbidding me

to fight my own.

-Get back to the tavern, girl.

-Let her come along.

Oh, Jim.

Jim, you're a fine and generous man.

All right, off with your shirts.

Smear your bodies.

We're lndians, you know.

Well, off with your shirt.

lf you travel with us

you travel like the rest of us.

How sly. How very sly.

We'll need your long rifle.

-Here's your weapon, M'Cammon.

-Thanks.

Some of you boys

see that Janie gets home.

They didn't come out here.

We'll have to split up, Jim.

Delawares. They've gone upstream.

Mac, you take the right bank,

l'll take the left.

l want him alive.

Jim, 20 lndians a day

has always been my minimum.

Don't leave me at 19.

l'll never be able to hold me head up again.

Come on, we'll get the water out of him.

Oh, darn, Jim, laddie.

They trade muskets and trade tomahawks.

-Everybody all right?

-All right.

All here.

Gather up the rifles and the powder horns.

English cartouche box.

What regiment is it, Tom?

Why, that's Colonel Brady's regiment.

He's supposed to be out on the Ohio

making treaties.

He said

they wiped out Brady and the men.

We teach them everything, don't we, Tom?

His Excellency, Governor Penn,

will see you tomorrow.

Thank you.

What is the meaning of this intrusion?

l sent word l'd see you tomorrow.

What we've got to say

can't wait till tomorrow.

-Why, how dare...

-Our apologies, Your Excellency,

-we're Conococheague Valley men.

-l see.

Frightful tragedy, frightful.

This is General Gage,

in command of His Majesty's forces.

We've come to request Your Excellency

to forbid trade with the lndians,

and to ask military protection

for the valley.

l understand and sympathize with you,

but l have judged it consistent

with the good of His Majesty's service

to order all available troops westward

to meet the lndians on their own grounds.

While they murder us on our grounds.

We're carrying out a military policy

designed to guarantee

the permanent security of the frontier.

Haven't you eyes enough to see that?

We've eyes enough

to see only our own dead.

Colonel Brady has received

the lndian chieftains...

Colonel Brady

will receive no more chieftains...

What's that? What's that?

Dead men make no peace treaties.

-What are you saying?

-Colonel Brady and his men are dead.

Dead?

Their heads split open

with tomahawks made by white men.

''A proclamation. From this day

all persons whosoever they may be,

''are forbidden to trade with lndians.

''Anyone failing to heed this warning,

does so at his own peril.

''The Valley of the Conococheague

is forthwith taxed 1 per capita

''for the erection of Fort Loudoun, and

the maintenance of His Majesty's troop

''to be permanently stationed there

for the protection of said valley.

''John Penn. God save the King.''

This is the reward of aiding

the mother country with her trade.

Warehouses filled with goods.

Goods that cost us hard cash,

fetched 3,000 miles from England.

Must we endure it?

What's the army for,

if not to protect business?

And what's government for,

if not to protect business?

Certainly not to interfere with it.

Gentlemen, you still do business

with the army, don't you?

lt will take 20 years for the army to buy up

the supplies we have on hand,

and furthermore, there's no profit in it.

l wasn't thinking of that.

You'll have a military permit to take goods

through to the outlying forts, won't you?

Yes.

Now, if a shipping clerk made a mistake,

and sent a few wagonloads of trade goods

through with the military supplies,

they'd be traveling under the protection

of a military pass, wouldn't they?

-Barmaid, barmaid!

-Yes, sir.

Another for each of us.

All right, boys. Get out the musket balls.

Fifty keg of musket ball for Fort Pitt.

Fifty keg of musket ball for Fort Pitt. Right.

Put the musket balls aside.

We load them on the top.

l'll kill the man

that drops a keg of that rum.

-This is it, sir.

-Give the order to halt, Sergeant.

-Company, halt!

-Company, halt!

A tavern?

Their magistrates and commissioners

meet in a tavern?

Yes, sir.

Most every place in the outlying sections,

the tavern's sort of

community public house,

-government quarters, newspaper...

-Accompany me inside, Sergeant.

Yes, sir.

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