Betty Zane HTML version
Peace and quiet reigned ones more at Ft. Henry. Before the glorious autumn days had
waned, the settlers had repaired the damage done to their cabins, and many of them
were now occupied with the fall plowing. Never had the Fort experienced such busy
days. Many new faces were seen in the little meeting-house. Pioneers from Virginia,
from Ft. Pitt, and eastward had learned that Fort Henry had repulsed the biggest force
of Indians and soldiers that Governor Hamilton and his minions could muster. Settlers
from all points along the rivet were flocking to Col. Zane's settlement. New cabins dotted
the hillside; cabins and barns in all stages of construction could be seen. The sounds of
hammers, the ringing stroke of the axe, and the crashing down of mighty pines or
poplars were heard all day long.
Col. Zane sat oftener and longer than ever before in his favorite seat on his doorstep.
On this evening he had just returned from a hard day in the fields, and sat down to rest
a moment before going to supper. A few days previous Isaac Zane and Myeerah had
come to the settlement. Myeerah brought a treaty of peace signed by Tarhe and the
other Wyandot chieftains. The once implacable Huron was now ready to be friendly with
the white people. Col. Zane and his brothers signed the treaty, and Betty, by dint of
much persuasion, prevailed on Wetzel to bury the hatchet with the Hurons. So
Myeerah's love, like the love of many other women, accomplished more than years of
war and bloodshed.
The genial and happy smile never left Col. Zane's face, and as he saw the well-laden
rafts coming down the river, and the air of liveliness and animation about the growing
settlement, his smile into one of pride and satisfaction. The prophecy that he had made
twelve years before was fulfilled. His dream was realized. The wild, beautiful spot where
he had once built a bark shack and camped half a year without seeing a white man was
now the scene of a bustling settlement; and he believed he would live to see that
settlement grow into a prosperous city. He did not think of the thousands of acres which
would one day make him a wealthy man. He was a pioneer at heart; he had opened up
that rich new country; he had conquered all obstacles, and that was enough to make
"Papa, when shall I be big enough to fight bars and bufflers and Injuns?" asked Noah,
stopping in his play and straddling his father's knee.
"My boy, did you not have Indians enough a short time ago?"
"But, papa, I did not get to see any. I heard the shooting and yelling. Sammy was afraid,
but I wasn't. I wanted to look out of the little holes, but they locked us up in the dark