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The canoe was then headed eastward for the homeward trip. Only once
was the explorer in great danger on his return. It was just as the
canoe was leaving tide-water for the river. The young Indian guide led
him full tilt into the village of hostiles that had besieged the rock.
Mackenzie was alone, his men following with the baggage. Barely had he
reached the woods when two savages sprang out, with daggers in hand
ready to strike. Quick as a flash, Mackenzie quietly raised his gun.
They dropped back; but he was surrounded by a horde led by the impudent
chief of the attack on the rock the first night on the sea. One
warrior grasped Mackenzie from behind. In the scuffle hat and cloak
came off; but Mackenzie shook himself free, got his sword out, and
succeeded in holding the shouting rabble at bay till his men came.
Then such was his rage at the indignity that he ordered his followers
in line with loaded fusees, marched to the village, demanded the return
of the hat and cloak, and obtained a peace-offering of fish as well.
The Indians knew the power of firearms, and fell at his feet in
contrition. Mackenzie named this camp Rascal Village.
At another time his men lost heart so completely over the difficulties
ahead that they threw everything they were carrying into the river.
Mackenzie patiently sat on a stone till they had recovered from their
panic. Then he reasoned and coaxed and dragooned them into the spirit
of courage that at last brought them safely over mountain and through
canon to Peace River.
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