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<h2> Chapter II. </h2>
<p>"Thou'rt passing from the lake's green side,<br/>
And the hunter's hearth away;<br/>
For the time of flowers, for the summer's pride,<br/>
Daughter! thou canst not stay."<br/>
<br/>
Mrs. Hemans, "Edith. A Tale of the Woods" II. 191-94<br/></p>
<p>Our two adventurers had not far to go. Hurry knew the direction, as soon
as he had found the open spot and the spring, and he now led on with the
confident step of a man assured of his object. The forest was dark, as a
matter of course, but it was no longer obstructed by underbrush, and the
footing was firm and dry. After proceeding near a mile, March stopped, and
began to cast about him with an inquiring look, examining the different
objects with care, and occasionally turning his eyes on the trunks of the
fallen trees, with which the ground was well sprinkled, as is usually the
case in an American wood, especially in those parts of the country where
timber has not yet become valuable.</p>
<p>"This must be the place, Deerslayer," March at length observed; "here is a
beech by the side of a hemlock, with three pines at hand, and yonder is a
white birch with a broken top; and yet I see no rock, nor any of the
branches bent down, as I told you would be the case."</p>
<p>"Broken branches are onskilful landmarks, as the least exper'enced know
that branches don't often break of themselves," returned the other; "and
they also lead to suspicion and discoveries. The Delawares never trust to
broken branches, unless it is in friendly times, and on an open trail. As
for the beeches, and pines, and hemlocks, why, they are to be seen on all
sides of us, not only by twos and threes, but by forties, and fifties, and
hundreds."</p>
<p>"Very true, Deerslayer, but you never calculate on position. Here is a
beech and a hemlock—"</p>
<p>"Yes, and there is another beech and a hemlock, as loving as two brothers,
or, for that matter, more loving than some brothers; and yonder are
others, for neither tree is a rarity in these woods. I fear me, Hurry, you
are better at trapping beaver and shooting bears, than at leading on a
blindish sort of a trail. Ha! there's what you wish to find, a'ter all!"</p>
<p>"Now, Deerslayer, this is one of your Delaware pretensions, for hang me if
I see anything but these trees, which do seem to start up around us in a
most onaccountable and perplexing manner."</p>
<p>"Look this-a-way, Hurry—here, in a line with the black oak—don't
you see the crooked sapling that is hooked up in the branches of the
bass-wood, near it? Now, that sapling was once snow-ridden, and got the
bend by its weight; but it never straightened itself, and fastened itself
in among the bass-wood branches in the way you see. The hand of man did
that act of kindness for it."</p>
<p>"That hand was mine!" exclaimed Hurry; "I found the slender young thing
bent to the airth, like an unfortunate creatur' borne down by misfortune,
and stuck it up where you see it. After all, Deerslayer, I must allow,
you're getting to have an oncommon good eye for the woods!"</p>
<p>"'Tis improving, Hurry—'tis improving I will acknowledge; but 'tis
only a child's eye, compared to some I know. There's Tamenund, now, though
a man so old that few remember when he was in his prime, Tamenund lets
nothing escape his look, which is more like the scent of a hound than the
sight of an eye. Then Uncas, the father of Chingachgook, and the lawful
chief of the Mohicans, is another that it is almost hopeless to pass
unseen. I'm improving, I will allow—I'm improving, but far from
being perfect, as yet."</p>
<p>"And who is this Chingachgook, of whom you talk so much, Deerslayer!"
asked Hurry, as he moved off in the direction of the righted sapling; "a
loping red-skin, at the best, I make no question."</p>
<p>"Not so, Hurry, but the best of loping red-skins, as you call 'em. If he
had his rights, he would be a great chief; but, as it is, he is only a
brave and just-minded Delaware; respected, and even obeyed in some
things,'tis true, but of a fallen race, and belonging to a fallen people.
Ah! Harry March, 'twould warm the heart within you to sit in their lodges
of a winter's night, and listen to the traditions of the ancient greatness
and power of the Mohicans!"</p>
<p>"Harkee, fri'nd Nathaniel," said Hurry, stopping short to face his
companion, in order that his words might carry greater weight with them,
"if a man believed all that other people choose to say in their own favor,
he might get an oversized opinion of them, and an undersized opinion of
himself. These red-skins are notable boasters, and I set down more than
half of their traditions as pure talk."</p>
<p>"There is truth in what you say, Hurry, I'll not deny it, for I've seen
it, and believe it. They do boast, but then that is a gift from natur';
and it's sinful to withstand nat'ral gifts. See; this is the spot you come
to find!" This remark cut short the discourse, and both the men now gave
all their attention to the object immediately before them. Deerslayer
pointed out to his companion the trunk of a huge linden, or bass-wood, as
it is termed in the language of the country, which had filled its time,
and fallen by its own weight. This tree, like so many millions of its
brethren, lay where it had fallen, and was mouldering under the slow but
certain influence of the seasons. The decay, however, had attacked its
centre, even while it stood erect in the pride of vegetation, bellowing
out its heart, as disease sometimes destroys the vitals of animal life,
even while a fair exterior is presented to the observer. As the trunk lay
stretched for near a hundred feet along the earth, the quick eye of the
hunter detected this peculiarity, and from this and other circumstances,
he knew it to be the tree of which March was in search.</p>
<p>"Ay, here we have what we want," cried Hurry, looking in at the larger end
of the linden; "everything is as snug as if it had been left in an old
woman's cupboard. Come, lend me a hand, Deerslayer, and we'll be afloat in
half an hour."</p>
<p>At this call the hunter joined his companion, and the two went to work
deliberately and regularly, like men accustomed to the sort of thing in
which they were employed. In the first place, Hurry removed some pieces of
bark that lay before the large opening in the tree, and which the other
declared to be disposed in a way that would have been more likely to
attract attention than to conceal the cover, had any straggler passed that
way. The two then drew out a bark canoe, containing its seats, paddles,
and other appliances, even to fishing-lines and rods. This vessel was by
no means small; but such was its comparative lightness, and so gigantic
was the strength of Hurry, that the latter shouldered it with seeming
ease, declining all assistance, even in the act of raising it to the
awkward position in which he was obliged to hold it.</p>
<p>"Lead ahead, Deerslayer," said March, "and open the bushes; the rest I can
do for myself."</p>
<p>The other obeyed, and the men left the spot, Deerslayer clearing the way
for his companion, and inclining to the right or to the left, as the
latter directed. In about ten minutes they both broke suddenly into the
brilliant light of the sun, on a low gravelly point, that was washed by
water on quite half its outline.</p>
<p>An exclamation of surprise broke from the lips of Deerslayer, an
exclamation that was low and guardedly made, however, for his habits were
much more thoughtful and regulated than those of the reckless Hurry, when
on reaching the margin of the lake, he beheld the view that unexpectedly
met his gaze. It was, in truth, sufficiently striking to merit a brief
description. On a level with the point lay a broad sheet of water, so
placid and limpid that it resembled a bed of the pure mountain atmosphere,
compressed into a setting of hills and woods. Its length was about three
leagues, while its breadth was irregular, expanding to half a league, or
even more, opposite to the point, and contracting to less than half that
distance, more to the southward. Of course, its margin was irregular,
being indented by bays, and broken by many projecting, low points. At its
northern, or nearest end, it was bounded by an isolated mountain, lower
land falling off east and west, gracefully relieving the sweep of the
outline. Still the character of the country was mountainous; high hills,
or low mountains, rising abruptly from the water, on quite nine tenths of
its circuit. The exceptions, indeed, only served a little to vary the
scene; and even beyond the parts of the shore that were comparatively low,
the background was high, though more distant.</p>
<p>But the most striking peculiarities of this scene were its solemn solitude
and sweet repose. On all sides, wherever the eye turned, nothing met it
but the mirror-like surface of the lake, the placid view of heaven, and
the dense setting of woods. So rich and fleecy were the outlines of the
forest, that scarce an opening could be seen, the whole visible earth,
from the rounded mountain-top to the water's edge, presenting one unvaried
hue of unbroken verdure. As if vegetation were not satisfied with a
triumph so complete, the trees overhung the lake itself, shooting out
towards the light; and there were miles along its eastern shore, where a
boat might have pulled beneath the branches of dark Rembrandt-looking
hemlocks, "quivering aspens," and melancholy pines. In a word, the hand of
man had never yet defaced or deformed any part of this native scene, which
lay bathed in the sunlight, a glorious picture of affluent forest
grandeur, softened by the balminess of June, and relieved by the beautiful
variety afforded by the presence of so broad an expanse of water.</p>
<p>"This is grand!—'tis solemn!—'tis an edication of itself, to
look upon!" exclaimed Deerslayer, as he stood leaning on his rifle, and
gazing to the right and left, north and south, above and beneath, in
whichever direction his eye could wander; "not a tree disturbed even by
red-skin hand, as I can discover, but everything left in the ordering of
the Lord, to live and die according to his own designs and laws! Hurry,
your Judith ought to be a moral and well disposed young woman, if she has
passed half the time you mention in the centre of a spot so favored."</p>
<p>"That's naked truth; and yet the gal has the vagaries. All her time has
not been passed here, howsoever, old Tom having the custom, afore I know'd
him, of going to spend the winters in the neighborhood of the settlers, or
under the guns of the forts. No, no, Jude has caught more than is for her
good from the settlers, and especially from the gallantifying officers."</p>
<p>"If she has—if she has, Hurry, this is a school to set her mind
right ag'in. But what is this I see off here, abreast of us, that seems
too small for an island, and too large for a boat, though it stands in the
midst of the water!</p>
<p>"Why, that is what these galantine gentry from the forts call Muskrat
Castle; and old Tom himself will grin at the name, though it bears so hard
on his own natur' and character. 'Tis the stationary house, there being
two; this, which never moves, and the other, that floats, being sometimes
in one part of the lake and sometimes in another. The last goes by the
name of the ark, though what may be the meaning of the word is more than I
can tell you."</p>
<p>"It must come from the missionaries, Hurry, whom I have heard speak and
read of such a thing. They say that the 'arth was once covered with water,
and that Noah, with his children, was saved from drowning by building a
vessel called an ark, in which he embarked in season. Some of the
Delawares believe this tradition, and some deny it; but it behooves you
and me, as white men born, to put our faith in its truth. Do you see
anything of this ark?"</p>
<p>"'Tis down south, no doubt, or anchored in some of the bays. But the canoe
is ready, and fifteen minutes will carry two such paddles as your'n and
mine to the castle."</p>
<p>At this suggestion, Deerslayer helped his companion to place the different
articles in the canoe, which was already afloat. This was no sooner done
than the two frontiermen embarked, and by a vigorous push sent the light
bark some eight or ten rods from the shore. Hurry now took the seat in the
stern, while Deerslayer placed himself forward, and by leisurely but
steady strokes of the paddles, the canoe glided across the placid sheet,
towards the extraordinary-looking structure that the former had styled
Muskrat Castle. Several times the men ceased paddling, and looked about
them at the scene, as new glimpses opened from behind points, enabling
them to see farther down the lake, or to get broader views of the wooded
mountains. The only changes, however, were in the new forms of the hills,
the varying curvature of the bays, and the wider reaches of the valley
south; the whole earth apparently being clothed in a gala-dress of leaves.</p>
<p>"This is a sight to warm the heart!" exclaimed Deerslayer, when they had
thus stopped for the fourth or fifth time; "the lake seems made to let us
get an insight into the noble forests; and land and water alike stand in
the beauty of God's providence! Do you say, Hurry, that there is no man
who calls himself lawful owner of all these glories?"</p>
<p>"None but the King, lad. He may pretend to some right of that natur', but
he is so far away that his claim will never trouble old Tom Hutter, who
has got possession, and is like to keep it as long as his life lasts. Tom
is no squatter, not being on land; I call him a floater."</p>
<p>"I invy that man! I know it's wrong, and I strive ag'in the feelin', but I
invy that man! Don't think, Hurry, that I'm consorting any plan to put
myself in his moccasins, for such a thought doesn't harbor in my mind; but
I can't help a little invy! 'Tis a nat'ral feelin', and the best of us are
but nat'ral, a'ter all, and give way to such feelin's at times."</p>
<p>"You've only to marry Hetty to inherit half the estate," cried Hurry,
laughing; "the gal is comely; nay, if it wasn't for her sister's beauty
she would be even handsome; and then her wits are so small that you may
easily convart her into one of your own way of thinking, in all things. Do
you take Hetty off the old fellow's hands, and I'll engage he'll give you
an interest in every deer you can knock over within five miles of his
lake."</p>
<p>"Does game abound!" suddenly demanded the other, who paid but little
attention to March's raillery.</p>
<p>"It has the country to itself. Scarce a trigger is pulled on it; and as
for the trappers, this is not a region they greatly frequent. I ought not
to be so much here myself, but Jude pulls one way, while the beaver pulls
another. More than a hundred Spanish dollars has that creatur' cost me the
last two seasons, and yet I could not forego the wish to look upon her
face once more."</p>
<p>"Do the redmen often visit this lake, Hurry?" continued Deerslayer,
pursuing his own train of thought.</p>
<p>"Why, they come and go; sometimes in parties, and sometimes singly. The
country seems to belong to no native tribe in particular; and so it has
fallen into the hands of the Hutter tribe. The old man tells me that some
sharp ones have been wheedling the Mohawks for an Indian deed, in order to
get a title out of the colony; but nothing has come of it, seeing that no
one heavy enough for such a trade has yet meddled with the matter. The
hunters have a good life-lease still of this wilderness."</p>
<p>"So much the better, so much the better, Hurry. If I was King of England,
the man that felled one of these trees without good occasion for the
timber, should be banished to a desarted and forlorn region, in which no
fourfooted animal ever trod. Right glad am I that Chingachgook app'inted
our meeting on this lake, for hitherto eye of mine never looked on such a
glorious spectacle."</p>
<p>"That's because you've kept so much among the Delawares, in whose country
there are no lakes. Now, farther north and farther west these bits of
water abound; and you're young, and may yet live to see 'em. But though
there be other lakes, Deerslayer, there's no other Judith Hutter!"</p>
<p>At this remark his companion smiled, and then he dropped his paddle into
the water, as if in consideration of a lover's haste. Both now pulled
vigorously until they got within a hundred yards of the "castle," as Hurry
familiarly called the house of Hutter, when they again ceased paddling;
the admirer of Judith restraining his impatience the more readily, as he
perceived that the building was untenanted, at the moment. This new pause
was to enable Deerslayer to survey the singular edifice, which was of a
construction so novel as to merit a particular description.</p>
<p>Muskrat Castle, as the house had been facetiously named by some waggish
officer, stood in the open lake, at a distance of fully a quarter of a
mile from the nearest shore. On every other side the water extended much
farther, the precise position being distant about two miles from the
northern end of the sheet, and near, if not quite, a mile from its eastern
shore. As there was not the smallest appearance of any island, but the
house stood on piles, with the water flowing beneath it, and Deerslayer
had already discovered that the lake was of a great depth, he was fain to
ask an explanation of this singular circumstance. Hurry solved the
difficulty by telling him that on this spot alone, a long, narrow shoal,
which extended for a few hundred yards in a north and south direction,
rose within six or eight feet of the surface of the lake, and that Hutter
had driven piles into it, and placed his habitation on them, for the
purpose of security.</p>
<p>"The old fellow was burnt out three times, atween the Indians and the
hunters; and in one affray with the red-skins he lost his only son, since
which time he has taken to the water for safety. No one can attack him
here, without coming in a boat, and the plunder and scalps would scarce be
worth the trouble of digging out canoes. Then it's by no means sartain
which would whip in such a scrimmage, for old Tom is well supplied with
arms and ammunition, and the castle, as you may see, is a tight breastwork
ag'in light shot."</p>
<p>Deerslayer had some theoretical knowledge of frontier warfare, though he
had never yet been called on to raise his hand in anger against a
fellow-creature. He saw that Hurry did not overrate the strength of this
position in a military point of view, since it would not be easy to attack
it without exposing the assailants to the fire of the besieged. A good
deal of art had also been manifested in the disposition of the timber of
which the building was constructed and which afforded a protection much
greater than was usual to the ordinary log-cabins of the frontier. The
sides and ends were composed of the trunks of large pines, cut about nine
feet long, and placed upright, instead of being laid horizontally, as was
the practice of the country. These logs were squared on three sides, and
had large tenons on each end. Massive sills were secured on the heads of
the piles, with suitable grooves dug out of their upper surfaces, which
had been squared for the purpose, and the lower tenons of the upright
pieces were placed in these grooves, giving them secure fastening below.
Plates had been laid on the upper ends of the upright logs, and were kept
in their places by a similar contrivance; the several corners of the
structure being well fastened by scarfing and pinning the sills and
plates. The doors were made of smaller logs, similarly squared, and the
roof was composed of light poles, firmly united, and well covered with
bark.</p>
<p>The effect of this ingenious arrangement was to give its owner a house
that could be approached only by water, the sides of which were composed
of logs closely wedged together, which were two feet thick in their
thinnest parts, and which could be separated only by a deliberate and
laborious use of human hands, or by the slow operation of time. The outer
surface of the building was rude and uneven, the logs being of unequal
sizes; but the squared surfaces within gave both the sides and door as
uniform an appearance as was desired, either for use or show. The chimney
was not the least singular portion of the castle, as Hurry made his
companion observe, while he explained the process by which it had been
made. The material was a stiff clay, properly worked, which had been put
together in a mould of sticks, and suffered to harden, a foot or two at a
time, commencing at the bottom. When the entire chimney had thus been
raised, and had been properly bound in with outward props, a brisk fire
was kindled, and kept going until it was burned to something like a
brick-red. This had not been an easy operation, nor had it succeeded
entirely; but by dint of filling the cracks with fresh clay, a safe
fireplace and chimney had been obtained in the end. This part of the work
stood on the log-door, secured beneath by an extra pile. There were a few
other peculiarities about this dwelling, which will better appear in the
course of the narrative.</p>
<p>"Old Tom is full of contrivances," added Hurry, "and he set his heart on
the success of his chimney, which threatened more than once to give out
altogether; but perseverance will even overcome smoke; and now he has a
comfortable cabin of it, though it did promise, at one time, to be a
chinky sort of a flue to carry flames and fire."</p>
<p>"You seem to know the whole history of the castle, Hurry, chimney and
sides," said Deerslayer, smiling; "is love so overcoming that it causes a
man to study the story of his sweetheart's habitation?"</p>
<p>"Partly that, lad, and partly eyesight," returned the good-natured giant,
laughing; "there was a large gang of us in the lake, the summer the old
fellow built, and we helped him along with the job. I raised no small part
of the weight of them uprights with my own shoulders, and the axes flew, I
can inform you, Master Natty, while we were bee-ing it among the trees
ashore. The old devil is no way stingy about food, and as we had often eat
at his hearth, we thought we would just house him comfortably, afore we
went to Albany with our skins. Yes, many is the meal I've swallowed in Tom
Hutter's cabins; and Hetty, though so weak in the way of wits, has a
wonderful particular way about a frying-pan or a gridiron!</p>
<p>"While the parties were thus discoursing, the canoe had been gradually
drawing nearer to the "castle," and was now so close as to require but a
single stroke of a paddle to reach the landing. This was at a floored
platform in front of the entrance, that might have been some twenty feet
square.</p>
<p>"Old Tom calls this sort of a wharf his door-yard," observed Hurry, as he
fastened the canoe, after he and his Companion had left it: "and the
gallants from the forts have named it the castle court though what a
'court' can have to do here is more than I can tell you, seeing that there
is no law. 'Tis as I supposed; not a soul within, but the whole family is
off on a v'y'ge of discovery!"</p>
<p>While Hurry was bustling about the "door-yard," examining the
fishing-spears, rods, nets, and other similar appliances of a frontier
cabin, Deerslayer, whose manner was altogether more rebuked and quiet,
entered the building with a curiosity that was not usually exhibited by
one so long trained in Indian habits. The interior of the "castle" was as
faultlessly neat as its exterior was novel. The entire space, some twenty
feet by forty, was subdivided into several small sleeping-rooms; the
apartment into which he first entered, serving equally for the ordinary
uses of its inmates, and for a kitchen. The furniture was of the strange
mixture that it is not uncommon to find in the remotely situated
log-tenements of the interior. Most of it was rude, and to the last degree
rustic; but there was a clock, with a handsome case of dark wood, in a
corner, and two or three chairs, with a table and bureau, that had
evidently come from some dwelling of more than usual pretension. The clock
was industriously ticking, but its leaden-looking hands did no discredit
to their dull aspect, for they pointed to the hour of eleven, though the
sun plainly showed it was some time past the turn of the day. There was
also a dark, massive chest. The kitchen utensils were of the simplest
kind, and far from numerous, but every article was in its place, and
showed the nicest care in its condition.</p>
<p>After Deerslayer had cast a look about him in the outer room, he raised a
wooden latch, and entered a narrow passage that divided the inner end of
the house into two equal parts. Frontier usages being no way scrupulous,
and his curiosity being strongly excited, the young man now opened a door,
and found himself in a bedroom. A single glance sufficed to show that the
apartment belonged to females. The bed was of the feathers of wild geese,
and filled nearly to overflowing; but it lay in a rude bunk, raised only a
foot from the door. On one side of it were arranged, on pegs, various
dresses, of a quality much superior to what one would expect to meet in
such a place, with ribbons and other similar articles to correspond.
Pretty shoes, with handsome silver buckles, such as were then worn by
females in easy circumstances, were not wanting; and no less than six
fans, of gay colors, were placed half open, in a way to catch the eye by
their conceits and hues. Even the pillow, on this side of the bed, was
covered with finer linen than its companion, and it was ornamented with a
small ruffle. A cap, coquettishly decorated with ribbons, hung above it,
and a pair of long gloves, such as were rarely used in those days by
persons of the laboring classes, were pinned ostentatiously to it, as if
with an intention to exhibit them there, if they could not be shown on the
owner's arms.</p>
<p>All this Deerslayer saw, and noted with a degree of minuteness that would
have done credit to the habitual observation of his friends, the
Delawares. Nor did he fail to perceive the distinction that existed
between the appearances on the different sides of the bed, the head of
which stood against the wall. On that opposite to the one just described,
everything was homely and uninviting, except through its perfect neatness.
The few garments that were hanging from the pegs were of the coarsest
materials and of the commonest forms, while nothing seemed made for show.
Of ribbons there was not one; nor was there either cap or kerchief beyond
those which Hutter's daughters might be fairly entitled to wear.</p>
<p>It was now several years since Deerslayer had been in a spot especially
devoted to the uses of females of his own color and race. The sight
brought back to his mind a rush of childish recollections; and he lingered
in the room with a tenderness of feeling to which he had long been a
stranger. He bethought him of his mother, whose homely vestments he
remembered to have seen hanging on pegs like those which he felt must
belong to Hetty Hutter; and he bethought himself of a sister, whose
incipient and native taste for finery had exhibited itself somewhat in the
manner of that of Judith, though necessarily in a less degree. These
little resemblances opened a long hidden vein of sensations; and as he
quitted the room, it was with a saddened mien. He looked no further, but
returned slowly and thoughtfully towards the "door-yard."</p>
<p>"If Old Tom has taken to a new calling, and has been trying his hand at
the traps," cried Hurry, who had been coolly examining the borderer's
implements; "if that is his humor, and you're disposed to remain in these
parts, we can make an oncommon comfortable season of it; for, while the
old man and I out-knowledge the beaver, you can fish, and knock down the
deer, to keep body and soul together. I've always give the poorest hunters
half a share, but one as actyve and sartain as yourself might expect a
full one."</p>
<p>"Thank'ee, Hurry; thank'ee, with all my heart—but I do a little
beavering for myself as occasions offer. 'Tis true, the Delawares call me
Deerslayer, but it's not so much because I'm pretty fatal with the venison
as because that while I kill so many bucks and does, I've never yet taken
the life of a fellow-creatur'. They say their traditions do not tell of
another who had shed so much blood of animals that had not shed the blood
of man."</p>
<p>"I hope they don't account you chicken-hearted, lad! A faint-hearted man
is like a no-tailed beaver."</p>
<p>"I don't believe, Hurry, that they account me as out-of-the-way timorsome,
even though they may not account me as out-of-the-way brave. But I'm not
quarrelsome; and that goes a great way towards keeping blood off the
hands, among the hunters and red-skins; and then, Harry March, it keeps
blood off the conscience, too."</p>
<p>"Well, for my part I account game, a red-skin, and a Frenchman as pretty
much the same thing; though I'm as onquarrelsome a man, too, as there is
in all the colonies. I despise a quarreller as I do a cur-dog; but one has
no need to be over-scrupulsome when it's the right time to show the
flint."</p>
<p>"I look upon him as the most of a man who acts nearest the right, Hurry.
But this is a glorious spot, and my eyes never a-weary looking at it!"</p>
<p>"Tis your first acquaintance with a lake; and these ideas come over us all
at such times. Lakes have a gentle character, as I say, being pretty much
water and land, and points and bays."</p>
<p>As this definition by no means met the feelings that were uppermost in the
mind of the young hunter, he made no immediate answer, but stood gazing at
the dark hills and the glassy water in silent enjoyment.</p>
<p>"Have the Governor's or the King's people given this lake a name?" he
suddenly asked, as if struck with a new idea. "If they've not begun to
blaze their trees, and set up their compasses, and line off their maps,
it's likely they've not bethought them to disturb natur' with a name."</p>
<p>"They've not got to that, yet; and the last time I went in with skins, one
of the King's surveyors was questioning me consarning all the region
hereabouts. He had heard that there was a lake in this quarter, and had
got some general notions about it, such as that there was water and hills;
but how much of either, he know'd no more than you know of the Mohawk
tongue. I didn't open the trap any wider than was necessary, giving him
but poor encouragement in the way of farms and clearings. In short, I left
on his mind some such opinion of this country, as a man gets of a spring
of dirty water, with a path to it that is so muddy that one mires afore he
sets out. He told me they hadn't got the spot down yet on their maps,
though I conclude that is a mistake, for he showed me his parchment, and
there is a lake down on it, where there is no lake in fact, and which is
about fifty miles from the place where it ought to be, if they meant it
for this. I don't think my account will encourage him to mark down
another, by way of improvement."</p>
<p>Here Hurry laughed heartily, such tricks being particularly grateful to a
set of men who dreaded the approaches of civilization as a curtailment of
their own lawless empire. The egregious errors that existed in the maps of
the day, all of which were made in Europe, were, moreover, a standing
topic of ridicule among them; for, if they had not science enough to make
any better themselves, they had sufficient local information to detect the
gross blunders contained in those that existed. Any one who will take the
trouble to compare these unanswerable evidences of the topographical skill
of our fathers a century since, with the more accurate sketches of our own
time, will at once perceive that the men of the woods had a sufficient
justification for all their criticism on this branch of the skill of the
colonial governments, which did not at all hesitate to place a river or a
lake a degree or two out of the way, even though they lay within a day's
march of the inhabited parts of the country.</p>
<p>"I'm glad it has no name," resumed Deerslayer, "or at least, no pale-face
name; for their christenings always foretell waste and destruction. No
doubt, howsoever, the red-skins have their modes of knowing it, and the
hunters and trappers, too; they are likely to call the place by something
reasonable and resembling."</p>
<p>"As for the tribes, each has its tongue, and its own way of calling
things; and they treat this part of the world just as they treat all
others. Among ourselves, we've got to calling the place the
'Glimmerglass,' seeing that its whole basin is so often hinged with pines,
cast upward to its face as if it would throw back the hills that hang over
it."</p>
<p>"There is an outlet, I know, for all lakes have outlets, and the rock at
which I am to meet Chingachgook stands near an outlet. Has that no
colony-name yet?"</p>
<p>"In that particular they've got the advantage of us, having one end, and
that the biggest, in their own keeping: they've given it a name which has
found its way up to its source; names nat'rally working up stream. No
doubt, Deerslayer, you've seen the Susquehannah, down in the Delaware
country?"</p>
<p>"That have I, and hunted along its banks a hundred times."</p>
<p>"That and this are the same in fact, and, I suppose, the same in sound. I
am glad they've been compelled to keep the redmen's name, for it would be
too hard to rob them of both land and name!"</p>
<p>Deerslayer made no answer; but he stood leaning on his rifle, gazing at
the view which so much delighted him. The reader is not to suppose,
however, that it was the picturesque alone which so strongly attracted his
attention. The spot was very lovely, of a truth, and it was then seen in
one of its most favorable moments, the surface of the lake being as smooth
as glass and as limpid as pure air, throwing back the mountains, clothed
in dark pines, along the whole of its eastern boundary, the points
thrusting forward their trees even to nearly horizontal lines, while the
bays were seen glittering through an occasional arch beneath, left by a
vault fretted with branches and leaves. It was the air of deep repose—the
solitudes, that spoke of scenes and forests untouched by the hands of man—the
reign of nature, in a word, that gave so much pure delight to one of his
habits and turn of mind. Still, he felt, though it was unconsciously, like
a poet also. If he found a pleasure in studying this large, and to him
unusual opening into the mysteries and forms of the woods, as one is
gratified in getting broader views of any subject that has long occupied
his thoughts, he was not insensible to the innate loveliness of such a
landscape neither, but felt a portion of that soothing of the spirit which
is a common attendant of a scene so thoroughly pervaded by the holy cairn
of nature.</p>
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