t only to blink and
close them again, for they were met by broad daylight.

He was lying on the grass; he was resting in Muskingon's arms amid a
roaring of many waters; he was being carried between Muskingon and
Menehwehna beneath a dark roof of pines--and yet their boughs were
transparent, and he looked straight through them into blue sky.
Was he dead? Had he passed into a world where time was not, that all
these things were happening together? If so, how came the two
Indians here? And Barboux? He could hear Barboux muttering: no,
shouting aloud. Why was the man making such a noise? And who was
that firing? . . . Oh, tell him to stop! The breastwork will never
be carried in this way--haven't the troops charged it again and
again? Look at Sagramore, there: pull him off somebody and let him
die quiet! For pity's sake fetch the General, to make an end of this
folly! Forty-sixth! Where are the Forty-sixth? . . .

He was lying in a boat now--a canoe. But how could this be, when the
boat was left behind on the other side of the mountain? Yet here it
was, plain as daylight, and he was lying in it; also he could
remember having been lifted and placed here by Muskingon--not by
Menehwehna. To be sure Menehwehna crouched here above him, musket in
hand. Between the shouting and firing he heard the noise of water
tumbling over rapids. The noise never ceased; it was all about him;
and yet the boat did not move. It lay close under a low bank, with a
patch of swamp between it and the forest: and across this swamp
towards the forest Muskingon was running. John saw him halt and lift
his piece as Barboux came bursting through the trees with an Indian
in pursuit. The two ran in line, the Indian lifting a tomahawk and
gaining at every stride; and Muskingon had to step aside and let them
come abreast of him before he fired at close quarters. The Indian
fell in a heap; Barboux struggled through the swamp and leapt into
the canoe as Muskingon turned to follow. But now three--four--five
Indians were running out of the woods upon him; four with tomahawks
only, but the fifth carried a gun; and, while the others pursued,
this man, having gained the open, dropped swiftly on one knee and
fired. At that instant Menehwehna's musket roared out close above
John's head; but as the marksman rolled over, dead, on his smoking
gun, Muskingon gave one leap like a wounded stag's, and toppled prone
on the edge of the bank close above th