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<h2> Chapter XXVI. </h2>
<p>"Upon two stony tables, spread before her,<br/>
She lean'd her bosom, more than stony hard,<br/>
There slept th' impartial judge, and strict restorer<br/>
Of wrong, or right, with pain or with reward;<br/>
There hung the score of all our debts, the card<br/>
Where good, and bad, and life, and death, were painted;<br/>
Was never heart of mortal so untainted,<br/>
But when the roll was read, with thousand terrors fainted."<br/>
<br/>
Giles Fletcher, Christ's Victory in Heaven, lxv.<br/></p>
<p>"We've done an unthoughtful thing, Sarpent—yes, Judith, we've done
an unthoughtful thing in taking life with an object no better than
vanity!" exclaimed Deerslayer, when the Delaware held up the enormous
bird, by its wings, and exhibited the dying eyes riveted on its enemies
with the gaze that the helpless ever fasten on their destroyers. "'Twas
more becomin' two boys to gratify their feelin's in this onthoughtful
manner, than two warriors on a warpath, even though it be their first.
Ah's! me; well, as a punishment I'll quit you at once, and when I find
myself alone with them bloody-minded Mingos, it's more than like I'll have
occasion to remember that life is sweet, even to the beasts of the woods
and the fowls of the air. There, Judith; there's Kildeer; take him back,
ag'in, and keep him for some hand that's more desarving to own such a
piece."</p>
<p>"I know of none as deserving as your own, Deerslayer," answered the girl
in haste; "none but yours shall keep the rifle."</p>
<p>"If it depended on skill, you might be right enough, gal, but we should
know when to use firearms, as well as how to use 'em. I haven't l'arnt the
first duty yet, it seems; so keep the piece till I have. The sight of a
dyin' and distressed creatur', even though it be only a bird, brings
wholesome thoughts to a man who don't know how soon his own time may come,
and who is pretty sartain that it will come afore the sun sets; I'd give
back all my vain feelin's, and rej'icin's in hand and eye, if that poor
eagle was only on its nest ag'in, with its young, praisin' the Lord for
anything that we can know about the matter, for health and strength!"</p>
<p>The listeners were confounded with this proof of sudden repentance in the
hunter, and that too for an indulgence so very common, that men seldom
stop to weigh its consequences, or the physical suffering it may bring on
the unoffending and helpless. The Delaware understood what was said,
though he scarce understood the feelings which had prompted the words, and
by way of disposing of the difficulty, he drew his keen knife, and severed
the head of the sufferer from its body.</p>
<p>"What a thing is power!" continued the hunter, "and what a thing it is to
have it, and not to know how to use it. It's no wonder, Judith, that the
great so often fail of their duties, when even the little and the humble
find it so hard to do what's right, and not to do what's wrong. Then, how
one evil act brings others a'ter it! Now, wasn't it for this furlough of
mine, which must soon take me back to the Mingos, I'd find this creatur's
nest, if I travelled the woods a fortnight—though an eagle's nest is
soon found by them that understands the bird's natur',—but I'd
travel a fortnight rather than not find it, just to put the young, too,
out of their pain."</p>
<p>"I'm glad to hear you say this, Deerslayer," observed Hetty, "and God will
be more apt to remember your sorrow for what you've done, than the
wickedness itself. I thought how wicked it was to kill harmless birds,
while you were shooting, and meant to tell you so; but, I don't know how
it happened,—I was so curious to see if you could hit an eagle at so
great a height, that I forgot altogether to speak, 'till the mischief was
done."</p>
<p>"That's it; that's just it, my good Hetty. We can all see our faults and
mistakes when it's too late to help them! Howsever I'm glad you didn't
speak, for I don't think a word or two would have stopped me, just at that
moment, and so the sin stands in its nakedness, and not aggravated by any
unheeded calls to forbear. Well, well, bitter thoughts are hard to be
borne at all times, but there's times when they're harder than at others."</p>
<p>Little did Deerslayer know, while thus indulging in feelings that were
natural to the man, and so strictly in accordance with his own
unsophisticated and just principles, that, in the course of the
inscrutable providence, which so uniformly and yet so mysteriously covers
all events with its mantle, the very fault he was disposed so severely to
censure was to be made the means of determining his own earthly fate. The
mode and the moment in which he was to feel the influence of this
interference, it would be premature to relate, but both will appear in the
course of the succeeding chapters. As for the young man, he now slowly
left the Ark, like one sorrowing for his misdeeds, and seated himself in
silence on the platform. By this time the sun had ascended to some height,
and its appearance, taken in connection with his present feelings, induced
him to prepare to depart. The Delaware got the canoe ready for his friend,
as soon as apprised of his intention, while Hist busied herself in making
the few arrangements that were thought necessary to his comfort. All this
was done without ostentation, but in a way that left Deerslayer fully
acquainted with, and equally disposed to appreciate, the motive. When all
was ready, both returned to the side of Judith and Hetty, neither of whom
had moved from the spot where the young hunter sat.</p>
<p>"The best fri'nds must often part," the last began, when he saw the whole
party grouped around him—"yes, fri'ndship can't alter the ways of
Providence, and let our feelin's be as they may, we must part. I've often
thought there's moments when our words dwell longer on the mind than
common, and when advice is remembered, just because the mouth that gives
it isn't likely to give it ag'in. No one knows what will happen in this
world, and therefore it may be well, when fri'nds separate under a
likelihood that the parting may be long, to say a few words in kindness,
as a sort of keepsakes. If all but one will go into the Ark, I'll talk to
each in turn, and what is more, I'll listen to what you may have to say
back ag'in, for it's a poor counsellor that won't take as well as give."</p>
<p>As the meaning of the speaker was understood, the two Indians immediately
withdrew as desired, leaving the sisters, however, still standing at the
young man's side. A look of Deerslayer's induced Judith to explain.</p>
<p>"You can advise Hetty as you land," she said hastily, "for I intend that
she shall accompany you to the shore."</p>
<p>"Is this wise, Judith? It's true, that under common sarcumstances a feeble
mind is a great protection among red-skins, but when their feelin's are
up, and they're bent on revenge, it's hard to say what may come to pass.
Besides—"</p>
<p>"What were you about to say, Deerslayer?" asked Judith, whose gentleness
of voice and manner amounted nearly to tenderness, though she struggled
hard to keep her emotions and apprehensions in subjection.</p>
<p>"Why, simply that there are sights and doin's that one even as little
gifted with reason and memory as Hetty here, might better not witness. So,
Judith, you would do well to let me land alone, and to keep your sister
back."</p>
<p>"Never fear for me, Deerslayer," put in Hetty, who comprehended enough of
the discourse to know its general drift, "I'm feeble minded, and that they
say is an excuse for going anywhere; and what that won't excuse, will be
overlooked on account of the Bible I always carry. It is wonderful,
Judith, how all sorts of men; the trappers as well as the hunters; red-men
as well as white; Mingos as well as Delawares do reverence and fear the
Bible!"</p>
<p>"I think you have not the least ground to fear any injury, Hetty,"
answered the sister, "and therefore I shall insist on your going to the
Huron camp with our friend. Your being there can do no harm, not even to
yourself, and may do great good to Deerslayer."</p>
<p>"This is not a moment, Judith, to dispute, and so have the matter your own
way," returned the young man. "Get yourself ready, Hetty, and go into the
canoe, for I've a few parting words to say to your sister, which can do
you no good."</p>
<p>Judith and her companion continued silent, until Hetty had so far complied
as to leave them alone, when Deerslayer took up the subject, as if it had
been interrupted by some ordinary occurrence, and in a very matter of fact
way.</p>
<p>"Words spoken at parting, and which may be the last we ever hear from a
fri'nd are not soon forgotten," he repeated, "and so Judith, I intend to
speak to you like a brother, seein' I'm not old enough to be your father.
In the first place, I wish to caution you ag'in your inimies, of which two
may be said to ha'nt your very footsteps, and to beset your ways. The
first is oncommon good looks, which is as dangerous a foe to some young
women, as a whole tribe of Mingos could prove, and which calls for great
watchfulness—not to admire and praise—but to distrust and
sarcumvent. Yes, good looks may be sarcumvented, and fairly outwitted,
too. In order to do this you've only to remember that they melt like the
snows, and, when once gone, they never come back ag'in. The seasons come
and go, Judith, and if we have winter, with storms and frosts, and spring
with chills and leafless trees, we have summer with its sun and glorious
skies, and fall with its fruits, and a garment thrown over the forest,
that no beauty of the town could rummage out of all the shops in America.
'Arth is in an etarnal round, the goodness of God bringing back the
pleasant when we've had enough of the onpleasant. But it's not so with
good looks. They are lent for a short time in youth, to be used and not
abused, and, as I never met with a young woman to whom providence has been
as bountiful as it has to you, Judith, in this partic'lar, I warn you, as
it might be with my dyin' breath, to beware of the inimy—fri'nd, or
inimy, as we deal with the gift."</p>
<p>It was so grateful to Judith to hear these unequivocal admissions of her
personal charms, that much would have been forgiven to the man who made
them, let him be who he might. But, at that moment, and from a far better
feeling, it would not have been easy for Deerslayer seriously to offend
her, and she listened with a patience, which, had it been foretold only a
week earlier, it would have excited her indignation to hear.</p>
<p>"I understand your meaning, Deerslayer," returned the girl, with a
meekness and humility that a little surprised her listener, "and hope to
be able to profit by it. But, you have mentioned only one of the enemies I
have to fear; who, or what is the other."</p>
<p>"The other is givin' way afore your own good sense and judgment, I find,
Judith; yes, he's not as dangerous as I supposed. Howsever, havin' opened
the subject, it will be as well to end it honestly. The first inimy you
have to be watchful of, as I've already told you, Judith, is oncommon good
looks, and the next is an oncommon knowledge of the sarcumstance. If the
first is bad, the last doesn't, in any way, mend the matter, so far as
safety and peace of mind are consarned."</p>
<p>How much longer the young man would have gone on in his simple and
unsuspecting, but well intentioned manner, it might not be easy to say,
had he not been interrupted by his listener's bursting into tears, and
giving way to an outbreak of feeling, which was so much the more violent
from the fact that it had been with so much difficulty suppressed. At
first her sobs were so violent and uncontrollable that Deerslayer was a
little appalled, and he was abundantly repentant from the instant that he
discovered how much greater was the effect produced by his words than he
had anticipated. Even the austere and exacting are usually appeased by the
signs of contrition, but the nature of Deerslayer did not require proofs
of intense feelings so strong in order to bring him down to a level with
the regrets felt by the girl herself. He arose, as if an adder had stung
him, and the accents of the mother that soothes her child were scarcely
more gentle and winning than the tones of his voice, as he now expressed
his contrition at having gone so far.</p>
<p>"It was well meant, Judith," he said, "but it was not intended to hurt
your feelin's so much. I have overdone the advice, I see; yes, I've
overdone it, and I crave your pardon for the same. Fri'ndship's an awful
thing! Sometimes it chides us for not having done enough; and then, ag'in
it speaks in strong words for havin' done too much. Howsever, I
acknowledge I've overdone the matter, and as I've a ra'al and strong
regard for you, I rej'ice to say it, inasmuch as it proves how much better
you are, than my own vanity and consaits had made you out to be."</p>
<p>Judith now removed her hands from her face, her tears had ceased, and she
unveiled a countenance so winning with the smile which rendered it even
radiant, that the young man gazed at her, for a moment, with speechless
delight.</p>
<p>"Say no more, Deerslayer," she hastily interposed; "it pains me to hear
you find fault with yourself. I know my own weakness, all the better, now
I see that you have discovered it; the lesson, bitter as I have found it
for a moment, shall not be forgotten. We will not talk any longer of these
things, for I do not feel myself brave enough for the undertaking, and I
should not like the Delaware, or Hist, or even Hetty, to notice my
weakness. Farewell, Deerslayer; may God bless and protect you as your
honest heart deserves blessings and protection, and as I must think he
will."</p>
<p>Judith had so far regained the superiority that properly belonged to her
better education, high spirit, and surpassing personal advantages, as to
preserve the ascendancy she had thus accidentally obtained, and
effectually prevented any return to the subject that was as singularly
interrupted, as it had been singularly introduced. The young man permitted
her to have every thing her own way, and when she pressed his hard hand in
both her own, he made no resistance, but submitted to the homage as
quietly, and with quite as matter of course a manner, as a sovereign would
have received a similar tribute from a subject, or the mistress from her
suitor. Feeling had flushed the face and illuminated the whole countenance
of the girl, and her beauty was never more resplendant than when she cast
a parting glance at the youth. That glance was filled with anxiety,
interest and gentle pity. At the next instant, she darted into the hut and
was seen no more, though she spoke to Hist from a window, to inform her
that their friend expected her appearance.</p>
<p>"You know enough of red-skin natur', and red-skin usages, Wah-ta-Wah, to
see the condition I am in on account of this furlough," commenced the
hunter in Delaware, as soon as the patient and submissive girl of that
people had moved quietly to his side; "you will therefore best onderstand
how onlikely I am ever to talk with you ag'in. I've but little to say; but
that little comes from long livin' among your people, and from havin'
obsarved and noted their usages. The life of a woman is hard at the best,
but I must own, though I'm not opinionated in favor of my own colour, that
it is harder among the red men than it is among the pale-faces. This is a
p'int on which Christians may well boast, if boasting can be set down for
Christianity in any manner or form, which I rather think it cannot.
Howsever, all women have their trials. Red women have their'n in what I
should call the nat'ral way, while white women take 'em innoculated like.
Bear your burthen, Hist, becomingly, and remember if it be a little
toilsome, how much lighter it is than that of most Indian women. I know
the Sarpent well—what I call cordially—and he will never be a
tyrant to any thing he loves, though he will expect to be treated himself
like a Mohican Chief. There will be cloudy days in your lodge I suppose,
for they happen under all usages, and among all people, but, by keepin'
the windows of the heart open there will always be room for the sunshine
to enter. You come of a great stock yourself, and so does Chingachgook.
It's not very likely that either will ever forget the sarcumstance and do
any thing to disgrace your forefathers. Nevertheless, likin' is a tender
plant, and never thrives long when watered with tears. Let the 'arth
around your married happiness be moistened by the dews of kindness."</p>
<p>"My pale brother is very wise; Wah will keep in her mind all that his
wisdom tells her."</p>
<p>"That's judicious and womanly, Hist. Care in listening, and
stout-heartedness in holding to good counsel, is a wife's great
protection. And, now, ask the Sarpent to come and speak with me, for a
moment, and carry away with you all my best wishes and prayers. I shall
think of you, Hist, and of your intended husband, let what may come to
pass, and always wish you well, here and hereafter, whether the last is to
be according to Indian idees, or Christian doctrines."</p>
<p>Hist shed no tear at parting. She was sustained by the high resolution of
one who had decided on her course, but her dark eyes were luminous with
the feelings that glowed within, and her pretty countenance beamed with an
expression of determination that was in marked and singular contrast to
its ordinary gentleness. It was but a minute ere the Delaware advanced to
the side of his friend with the light, noiseless tread of an Indian.</p>
<p>"Come this-a-way, Sarpent, here more out of sight of the women," commenced
the Deerslayer, "for I've several things to say that mustn't so much as be
suspected, much less overheard. You know too well the natur' of furloughs
and Mingos to have any doubts or misgivin's consarnin' what is like to
happen, when I get back to the camp. On them two p'ints therefore, a few
words will go a great way. In the first place, chief, I wish to say a
little about Hist, and the manner in which you red men treat your wives. I
suppose it's accordin' to the gifts of your people that the women should
work, and the men hunt; but there's such a thing as moderation in all
matters. As for huntin', I see no good reason why any limits need be set
to that, but Hist comes of too good a stock to toil like a common drudge.
One of your means and standin' need never want for corn, or potatoes, or
anything that the fields yield; therefore, I hope the hoe will never be
put into the hands of any wife of yourn. You know I am not quite a beggar,
and all I own, whether in ammunition, skins, arms, or calicoes, I give to
Hist, should I not come back to claim them by the end of the season. This
will set the maiden up, and will buy labor for her, for a long time to
come. I suppose I needn't tell you to love the young woman, for that you
do already, and whomsoever the man ra'ally loves, he'll be likely enough
to cherish. Nevertheless, it can do no harm to say that kind words never
rankle, while bitter words do. I know you're a man, Sarpent, that is less
apt to talk in his own lodge, than to speak at the Council Fire; but
forgetful moments may overtake us all, and the practyse of kind doin', and
kind talkin', is a wonderful advantage in keepin' peace in a cabin, as
well as on a hunt."</p>
<p>"My ears are open," returned the Delaware gravely; "the words of my
brother have entered so far that they never can fall out again. They are
like rings, that have no end, and cannot drop. Let him speak on; the song
of the wren and the voice of a friend never tire."</p>
<p>"I will speak a little longer, chief, but you will excuse it for the sake
of old companionship, should I now talk about myself. If the worst comes
to the worst, it's not likely there'll be much left of me but ashes, so a
grave would be useless, and a sort of vanity. On that score I'm no way
partic'lar, though it might be well enough to take a look at the remains
of the pile, and should any bones, or pieces be found, 'twould be more
decent to gather them together, and bury them, than to let them lie for
the wolves to gnaw at, and howl over. These matters can make no great
difference in the mind, but men of white blood and Christian feelin's have
rather a gift for graves."</p>
<p>"It shall be done as my brother says," returned the Indian, gravely. "If
his mind is full, let him empty it in the bosom of a friend."</p>
<p>"I thank you, Sarpent; my mind's easy enough; yes, it's tolerable easy.
Idees will come uppermost that I'm not apt to think about in common, it's
true, but by striving ag'in some, and lettin' other some out, all will
come right in the long run. There's one thing, howsever, chief, that does
seem to me to be onreasonable, and ag'in natur', though the missionaries
say it's true, and bein' of my religion and colour I feel bound to believe
them. They say an Injin may torment and tortur' the body to his heart's
content, and scalp, and cut, and tear, and burn, and consume all his
inventions and deviltries, until nothin' is left but ashes, and they shall
be scattered to the four winds of heaven, yet when the trumpet of God
shall sound, all will come together ag'in, and the man will stand forth in
his flesh, the same creatur' as to looks, if not as to feelin's, that he
was afore he was harmed!"</p>
<p>"The missionaries are good men—mean well," returned the Delaware
courteously; "they are not great medicines. They think all they say,
Deerslayer; that is no reason why warriors and orators should be all ears.
When Chingachgook shall see the father of Tamenund standing in his scalp,
and paint, and war lock, then will he believe the missionaries."</p>
<p>"Seein' is believin', of a sartainty; ahs! me—and some of us may see
these things sooner than we thought. I comprehind your meanin' about
Tamenund's father, Sarpent, and the idee's a close idee. Tamenund is now
an elderly man, say eighty every day of it, and his father was scalped,
and tormented, and burnt, when the present prophet was a youngster. Yes,
if one could see that come to pass, there wouldn't be much difficulty in
yieldin' faith to all that the missionaries say. Howsever, I am not ag'in
the opinion now, for you must know, Sarpent, that the great principle of
Christianity is to believe without seeing, and a man should always act up
to his religion and principles, let them be what they may."</p>
<p>"That is strange for a wise nation!" said the Delaware with emphasis. "The
red man looks hard, that he may see and understand."</p>
<p>"Yes, that's plauserble, and is agreeable to mortal pride, but it's not as
deep as it seems. If we could understand all we see, Sarpent, there might
be not only sense, but safety, in refusin' to give faith to any one thing
that we might find oncomperhensible; but when there's so many things about
which it may be said we know nothin' at all, why, there's little use, and
no reason, in bein' difficult touchin' any one in partic'lar. For my part,
Delaware, all my thoughts haven't been on the game, when outlyin' in the
hunts and scoutin's of our youth. Many's the hour I've passed, pleasantly
enough too, in what is tarmed conterplation by my people. On such
occasions the mind is actyve, though the body seems lazy and listless. An
open spot on a mountain side, where a wide look can be had at the heavens
and the 'arth, is a most judicious place for a man to get a just idee of
the power of the Manitou, and of his own littleness. At such times, there
isn't any great disposition to find fault with little difficulties, in the
way of comperhension, as there are so many big ones to hide them.
Believin' comes easy enough to me at such times, and if the Lord made man
first out of 'arth, as they tell me it is written in the Bible; then turns
him into dust at death; I see no great difficulty in the way to bringin'
him back in the body, though ashes be the only substance left. These
things lie beyond our understandin', though they may and do lie so close
to our feelin's. But, of all the doctrines, Sarpent, that which disturbs
me, and disconsarts my mind the most, is the one which teaches us to think
that a pale-face goes to one heaven, and a red-skin to another; it may
separate in death them which lived much together, and loved each other
well, in life!"</p>
<p>"Do the missionaries teach their white brethren to think it is so?"
demanded the Indian, with serious earnestness. "The Delawares believe that
good men and brave warriors will hunt together in the same pleasant woods,
let them belong to whatever tribe they may; that all the unjust Indians
and cowards will have to sneak in with the dogs and the wolves to get
venison for their lodges."</p>
<p>"'Tis wonderful how many consaits mankind have consarnin' happiness and
misery, here after!" exclaimed the hunter, borne away by the power of his
own thoughts. "Some believe in burnin's and flames, and some think
punishment is to eat with the wolves and dogs. Then, ag'in, some fancy
heaven to be only the carryin' out of their own 'arthly longin's, while
others fancy it all gold and shinin' lights! Well, I've an idee of my own,
in that matter, which is just this, Sarpent. Whenever I've done wrong,
I've ginirally found 'twas owin' to some blindness of the mind, which hid
the right from view, and when sight has returned, then has come sorrow and
repentance. Now, I consait that, after death, when the body is laid aside
or, if used at all, is purified and without its longin's, the spirit sees
all things in their ra'al lights and never becomes blind to truth and
justice. Such bein' the case, all that has been done in life, is beheld as
plainly as the sun is seen at noon; the good brings joy, while the evil
brings sorrow. There's nothin' onreasonable in that, but it's agreeable to
every man's exper'ence."</p>
<p>"I thought the pale-faces believed all men were wicked; who then could
ever find the white man's heaven?"</p>
<p>"That's ingen'ous, but it falls short of the missionary teachin's. You'll
be Christianized one day, I make no doubt, and then 'twill all come plain
enough. You must know, Sarpent, that there's been a great deed of
salvation done, that, by God's help, enables all men to find a pardon for
their wickednesses, and that is the essence of the white man's religion. I
can't stop to talk this matter over with you any longer, for Hetty's in
the canoe, and the furlough takes me away, but the time will come I hope
when you'll feel these things; for, after all, they must be felt rather
than reasoned about. Ah's! me; well, Delaware, there's my hand; you know
it's that of a fri'nd, and will shake it as such, though it never has done
you one half the good its owner wishes it had."</p>
<p>The Indian took the offered hand, and returned its pressure warmly. Then
falling back on his acquired stoicism of manner, which so many mistake for
constitutional indifference, he drew up in reserve, and prepared to part
from his friend with dignity. Deerslayer, however, was more natural, nor
would he have at all cared about giving way to his feelings, had not the
recent conduct and language of Judith given him some secret, though ill
defined apprehensions of a scene. He was too humble to imagine the truth
concerning the actual feelings of that beautiful girl, while he was too
observant not to have noted the struggle she had maintained with herself,
and which had so often led her to the very verge of discovery. That
something extraordinary was concealed in her breast he thought obvious
enough, and, through a sentiment of manly delicacy that would have done
credit to the highest human refinement, he shrunk from any exposure of her
secret that might subsequently cause regret to the girl, herself. He
therefore determined to depart, now, and that without any further
manifestations of feeling either from him, or from others.</p>
<p>"God bless you! Sarpent—God bless you!" cried the hunter, as the
canoe left the side of the platform. "Your Manitou and my God only know
when and where we shall meet ag'in; I shall count it a great blessing, and
a full reward for any little good I may have done on 'arth, if we shall be
permitted to know each other, and to consort together, hereafter, as we
have so long done in these pleasant woods afore us!"</p>
<p>Chingachgook waved his hand. Drawing the light blanket he wore over his
head, as a Roman would conceal his grief in his robes, he slowly withdrew
into the Ark, in order to indulge his sorrow and his musings, alone.
Deerslayer did not speak again until the canoe was half-way to the shore.
Then he suddenly ceased paddling, at an interruption that came from the
mild, musical voice of Hetty.</p>
<p>"Why do you go back to the Hurons, Deerslayer?" demanded the girl. "They
say I am feeble-minded, and such they never harm, but you have as much
sense as Hurry Harry; and more too, Judith thinks, though I don't see how
that can well be."</p>
<p>"Ah! Hetty, afore we land I must convarse a little with you child, and
that too on matters touching your own welfare, principally. Stop paddling—or,
rather, that the Mingos needn't think we are plotting and contriving, and
so treat us accordingly, just dip your paddle lightly, and give the canoe
a little motion and no more. That's just the idee and the movement; I see
you're ready enough at an appearance, and might be made useful at a
sarcumvention if it was lawful now to use one—that's just the idee
and the movement! Ah's! me. Desait and a false tongue are evil things, and
altogether onbecoming our colour, Hetty, but it is a pleasure and a
satisfaction to outdo the contrivances of a red-skin in the strife of
lawful warfare. My path has been short, and is like soon to have an end,
but I can see that the wanderings of a warrior aren't altogether among
brambles and difficulties. There's a bright side to a warpath, as well as
to most other things, if we'll only have the wisdom to see it, and the
ginerosity to own it."</p>
<p>"And why should your warpath, as you call it, come so near to an end,
Deerslayer?"</p>
<p>"Because, my good girl, my furlough comes so near to an end. They're
likely to have pretty much the same tarmination, as regards time, one
following on the heels of the other, as a matter of course."</p>
<p>"I don't understand your meaning, Deerslayer—" returned the girl,
looking a little bewildered. "Mother always said people ought to speak
more plainly to me than to most other persons, because I'm feeble minded.
Those that are feeble minded, don't understand as easily as those that
have sense."</p>
<p>"Well then, Hetty, the simple truth is this. You know that I'm now a
captyve to the Hurons, and captyves can't do, in all things, as they
please—"</p>
<p>"But how can you be a captive," eagerly interrupted the girl—"when
you are out here on the lake, in father's best canoe, and the Indians are
in the woods with no canoe at all? That can't be true, Deerslayer!"</p>
<p>"I wish with all my heart and soul, Hetty, that you was right, and that I
was wrong, instead of your bein' all wrong, and I bein' only too near the
truth. Free as I seem to your eyes, gal, I'm bound hand and foot in
ra'ality."</p>
<p>"Well it is a great misfortune not to have sense! Now I can't see or
understand that you are a captive, or bound in any manner. If you are
bound, with what are your hands and feet fastened?"</p>
<p>"With a furlough, gal; that's a thong that binds tighter than any chain.
One may be broken, but the other can't. Ropes and chains allow of knives,
and desait, and contrivances; but a furlough can be neither cut, slipped
nor sarcumvented."</p>
<p>"What sort of a thing is a furlough, then, if it be stronger than hemp or
iron? I never saw a furlough."</p>
<p>"I hope you may never feel one, gal; the tie is altogether in the
feelin's, in these matters, and therefore is to be felt and not seen. You
can understand what it is to give a promise, I dare to say, good little
Hetty?"</p>
<p>"Certainly. A promise is to say you will do a thing, and that binds you to
be as good as your word. Mother always kept her promises to me, and then
she said it would be wicked if I didn't keep my promises to her, and to
every body else."</p>
<p>"You have had a good mother, in some matters, child, whatever she may have
been in other some. That is a promise, and as you say it must be kept.
Now, I fell into the hands of the Mingos last night, and they let me come
off to see my fri'nds and send messages in to my own colour, if any such
feel consarn on my account, on condition that I shall be back when the sun
is up today, and take whatever their revenge and hatred can contrive, in
the way of torments, in satisfaction for the life of a warrior that fell
by my rifle, as well as for that of the young woman shot by Hurry, and
other disapp'intments met with on and about this lake. What is called a
promise atween mother and darter, or even atween strangers in the
settlements is called a furlough when given by one soldier to another, on
a warpath. And now I suppose you understand my situation, Hetty."</p>
<p>The girl made no answer for some time, but she ceased paddling altogether,
as if the novel idea distracted her mind too much to admit of other
employment. Then she resumed the dialogue earnestly and with solicitude.</p>
<p>"Do you think the Hurons will have the heart to do what you say,
Deerslayer?" she asked. "I have found them kind and harmless."</p>
<p>"That's true enough as consarns one like you, Hetty, but it's a very
different affair when it comes to an open inimy, and he too the owner of a
pretty sartain rifle. I don't say that they bear me special malice on
account of any expl'ites already performed, for that would be bragging, as
it might be, on the varge of the grave, but it's no vanity to believe that
they know one of their bravest and cunnin'est chiefs fell by my hands.
Such bein' the case, the tribe would reproach them if they failed to send
the spirit of a pale-face to keep the company of the spirit of their red
brother; always supposin' that he can catch it. I look for no marcy,
Hetty, at their hands; and my principal sorrow is that such a calamity
should befall me on my first warpath: that it would come sooner or later,
every soldier counts on and expects."</p>
<p>"The Hurons shall not harm you, Deerslayer," cried the girl, much excited—"'Tis
wicked as well as cruel; I have the Bible, here, to tell them so. Do you
think I would stand by and see you tormented?"</p>
<p>"I hope not, my good Hetty, I hope not; and, therefore, when the moment
comes, I expect you will move off, and not be a witness of what you can't
help, while it would grieve you. But, I haven't stopped the paddles to
talk of my own afflictions and difficulties, but to speak a little plainly
to you, gal, consarnin' your own matters."</p>
<p>"What can you have to say to me, Deerslayer! Since mother died, few talk
to me of such things."</p>
<p>"So much the worse, poor gal; yes, 'tis so much the worse, for one of your
state of mind needs frequent talking to, in order to escape the snares and
desaits of this wicked world. You haven't forgotten Hurry Harry, gal, so
soon, I calculate?"</p>
<p>"I!—I forget Henry March!" exclaimed Hetty, starting. "Why should I
forget him, Deerslayer, when he is our friend, and only left us last
night. Then the large bright star that mother loved so much to gaze at was
just over the top of yonder tall pine on the mountain, as Hurry got into
the canoe; and when you landed him on the point, near the east bay, it
wasn't more than the length of Judith's handsomest ribbon above it."</p>
<p>"And how can you know how long I was gone, or how far I went to land
Hurry, seein' you were not with us, and the distance was so great, to say
nothing of the night?"</p>
<p>"Oh! I know when it was, well enough," returned Hetty positively—"There's
more ways than one for counting time and distance. When the mind is
engaged, it is better than any clock. Mine is feeble, I know, but it goes
true enough in all that touches poor Hurry Harry. Judith will never marry
March, Deerslayer."</p>
<p>"That's the p'int, Hetty; that's the very p'int I want to come to. I
suppose you know that it's nat'ral for young people to have kind feelin's
for one another, more especially when one happens to be a youth and
t'other a maiden. Now, one of your years and mind, gal, that has neither
father nor mother, and who lives in a wilderness frequented by hunters and
trappers, needs be on her guard against evils she little dreams of."</p>
<p>"What harm can it be to think well of a fellow creature," returned Hetty
simply, though the conscious blood was stealing to her cheeks in spite of
a spirit so pure that it scarce knew why it prompted the blush, "the Bible
tells us to 'love them who despitefully use' us, and why shouldn't we like
them that do not."</p>
<p>"Ah! Hetty, the love of the missionaries isn't the sort of likin' I mean.
Answer me one thing, child; do you believe yourself to have mind enough to
become a wife, and a mother?"</p>
<p>"That's not a proper question to ask a young woman, Deerslayer, and I'll
not answer it," returned the girl, in a reproving manner—much as a
parent rebukes a child for an act of indiscretion. "If you have any thing
to say about Hurry, I'll hear that—but you must not speak evil of
him; he is absent, and 'tis unkind to talk evil of the absent."</p>
<p>"Your mother has given you so many good lessons, Hetty, that my fears for
you are not as great as they were. Nevertheless, a young woman without
parents, in your state of mind, and who is not without beauty, must always
be in danger in such a lawless region as this. I would say nothin' amiss
of Hurry, who, in the main, is not a bad man for one of his callin', but
you ought to know one thing, which it may not be altogether pleasant to
tell you, but which must be said. March has a desperate likin' for your
sister Judith."</p>
<p>"Well, what of that? Everybody admires Judith, she's so handsome, and
Hurry has told me, again and again, how much he wishes to marry her. But
that will never come to pass, for Judith don't like Hurry. She likes
another, and talks about him in her sleep; though you need not ask me who
he is, for all the gold in King George's crown, and all the jewels too,
wouldn't tempt me to tell you his name. If sisters can't keep each other's
secrets, who can?"</p>
<p>"Sartainly, I do not wish you to tell me, Hetty, nor would it be any
advantage to a dyin' man to know. What the tongue says when the mind's
asleep, neither head nor heart is answerable for."</p>
<p>"I wish I knew why Judith talks so much in her sleep, about officers, and
honest hearts, and false tongues, but I suppose she don't like to tell me,
as I'm feeble minded. Isn't it odd, Deerslayer, that Judith don't like
Hurry—he who is the bravest looking youth that ever comes upon the
lake, and is as handsome as she is herself. Father always said they would
be the comeliest couple in the country, though mother didn't fancy March
any more than Judith. There's no telling what will happen, they say, until
things actually come to pass."</p>
<p>"Ahs! me—well, poor Hetty, 'tis of no great use to talk to them that
can't understand you, and so I'll say no more about what I did wish to
speak of, though it lay heavy on my mind. Put the paddle in motion ag'in,
gal, and we'll push for the shore, for the sun is nearly up, and my
furlough is almost out."</p>
<p>The canoe now glided ahead, holding its way towards the point where
Deerslayer well knew that his enemies expected him, and where he now began
to be afraid he might not arrive in season to redeem his plighted faith.
Hetty, perceiving his impatience without very clearly comprehending its
cause, however, seconded his efforts in a way that soon rendered their
timely return no longer a matter of doubt. Then, and then only, did the
young man suffer his exertions to flag, and Hetty began, again, to prattle
in her simple confiding manner, though nothing farther was uttered that it
may be thought necessary to relate.</p>
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