Abigail accepted a sip of cool water from the now noticeably pregnant Orenda as she rested from the last contraction. Liza wiped the sweat from her mother’s forehead saying, ‘One more push and I think we’ll have that new baby.’ Abigail smiled at her daughter, ‘I hope so. I am running out of energy. Maybe 42 years is too old to have a child. It was certainly easier when you were born. Oh dear Lord, it is time.’ Orenda went to the foot of the bed and after a few seconds said, ‘I can see the baby’s head. One big push Abigail and we’ll have a new life to celebrate.’ With all of her remaining strength Abigail pushed and Orenda soon had a squalling newborn in her hands. ‘It’s a girl, mama!’ cried Liza as she placed the little one in her mother’s arms. Abigail took one look at that tiny face and said, ‘It is only by God’s grace that she arrived safely. Tell your father that his new daughter, Grace is waiting to meet him.’
Thomas lifted the child, tears in his eyes, ‘I am not a godly man but at times like these I can be. Grace is a most wondrous gift and I thank God for her safe arrival and for the health of my beloved wife.’ He kissed the child on the forehead and handed her back to Abigail. ‘Now it is time for a little celebration I think. Liam, Daniel, get those ale casks out. I feel a mighty thirst coming on.’ So the trading post took on a party atmosphere with plenty of singing, laughter and dancing. The traders who happened to be there joined in the festivities, two of them producing fiddles, and with Phil Burke playing a banjo, Irish jigs and reels soon filled the night air.
From the top of the hill overlooking the post and in the cover of the woods, two Shawnee braves looked down on the proceedings below. ‘It is time to teach these English a lesson,’ said Huritt, ‘Our French brothers would be very happy for this place to be destroyed. Let’s attack tonight. The English are in no position to defend.’ Chogan smiled at his friend, ‘That is what I would like to do but look again Huritt. The white man called Snake Slayer is alert. His bow is ever at his side and the other Mohawks with him are also watching. No, we cannot attack tonight. We have more warriors coming to join us in two days that is when we will attack and destroy this place.’ Chogan then turned and with Huritt jogged off back into the woods and to their camp three miles away.
Two days later with hangovers now forgotten, Liam, Joseph and Henry left the post to go hunting while Trent, Donehogawa, Dadgayadoh, Deganawidah and Wahta left on a separate mission. They had heard from a trader who arrived that morning of a party of Shawnees heading south out of Fort Duquesne and were anxious to get more firsthand information. Pierre and Liza were heading across the river by canoe to a meadow that teemed with plants Pierre used for their healing properties. In the back of the main building in the room Thomas and Abigail lived Orenda was rocking Grace to sleep and feeling the movement of the child within her while Abigail took a deserved nap. Thomas was in the front talking to Rob Carter and Rafe Stump Nose Emerson, two traders about the load of furs they brought in yesterday. Those furs were stored under the canvas canopy of one of the freight wagons and were now being examined by Phil Burke, who could not believe the quality, knowing that he had come to the right place at the right time.
Chogan, certain that he knew where everyone was turned to the seven warriors with him and said, ‘Remember, I want the white woman and her child alive. Kill the rest,’ he then added with a hint of disgust, ‘but leave the Mohawk woman to me.’ Silently the two Huron and 6 Shawnee jogged down the hill the rising sun behind them making them almost invisible as well. The two Huron, Pajackok and Taregan headed to the southern end of the encampment in order to keep watch on Pierre across the river. Keme, Kesegowiase and Nixamich raced to the front door of the main building while Chogan, Huritt and Etchemin veered off to the side door. Unnoticed and forgotten, Phil glanced out of the wagon and saw the raiding party going into the building. Climbing over the pile of furs he exited the rear of the wagon and ran to his tent to get his musket.