"Don"t mistake me, March," returned the young hunter, with dignity; "I don"t understand by this any more than that it"s best to do this, if possible. Revenge is an Injin gift, and forgiveness a white man"s.
That"s all. Overlook all you can is what"s meant; and not revenge all you can. As for kicking, Master Hurry," and Deerslayer"s sunburnt cheek flushed as he continued, "into the colony, or out of the colony, that"s neither here nor there, seeing no one proposes it, and no one would be likely to put up with it. What I wish to say is, that a red-skin"s scalping don"t justify a pale-face"s scalping."
"Do as you"re done by, Deerslayer; that"s ever the Christian parson"s doctrine."
"No, Hurry, I"ve asked the Moravians consarning that; and it"s altogether different. "Do as you would be done by," they tell me, is the true saying, while men practyse the false. They think all the colonies wrong that offer bounties for scalps, and believe no blessing will follow the measures. Above all things, they forbid revenge."
"That for your Moravians!" cried March, snapping his fingers; "they"re the next thing to Quakers; and if you"d believe all they tell you, not even a "rat would be skinned, out of marcy. Who ever heard of marcy on a muskrat!"
The disdainful manner of Hurry prevented a reply, and he and the old man resumed the discussion of their plans in a more quiet and confidential manner. This confidence lasted until Judith appeared, bearing the simple but savory supper. March observed, with a little surprise, that she placed the choicest bits before Deerslayer, and that in the little nameless attentions it was in her power to bestow, she quite obviously manifested a desire to let it be seen that she deemed him the honored guest. Accustomed, however, to the waywardness and coquetry of the beauty, this discovery gave him little concern, and he ate with an appet.i.te that was in no degree disturbed by any moral causes. The easily-digested food of the forests offering the fewest possible obstacles to the gratification of this great animal indulgence, Deerslayer, notwithstanding the hearty meal both had taken in the woods, was in no manner behind his companion in doing justice to the viands.
An hour later the scene had greatly changed. The lake was still placid and gla.s.sy, but the gloom of the hour had succeeded to the soft twilight of a summer evening, and all within the dark setting of the woods lay in the quiet repose of night. The forests gave up no song, or cry, or even murmur, but looked down from the hills on the lovely basin they encircled, in solemn stillness; and the only sound that was audible was the regular dip of the sweeps, at which Hurry and Deerslayer lazily pushed, impelling the ark towards the castle. Hutter had withdrawn to the stern of the scow, in order to steer, but, finding that the young men kept even strokes, and held the desired course by their own skill, he permitted the oar to drag in the water, took a seat on the end of the vessel, and lighted his pipe. He had not been thus placed many minutes, ere Hetty came stealthily out of the cabin, or house, as they usually termed that part of the ark, and placed herself at his feet, on a little bench that she brought with her. As this movement was by no means unusual in his feeble-minded child, the old man paid no other attention to it than to lay his hand kindly on her head, in an affectionate and approving manner; an act of grace that the girl received in meek silence.
After a pause of several minutes, Hetty began to sing. Her voice was low and tremulous, but it was earnest and solemn. The words and the tune were of the simplest form, the first being a hymn that she had been taught by her mother, and the last one of those natural melodies that find favor with all cla.s.ses, in every age, coming from and being addressed to the feelings. Hutter never listened to this simple strain without finding his heart and manner softened; facts that his daughter well knew, and by which she had often profited, through the sort of holy instinct that enlightens the weak of mind, more especially in their aims toward good.
Hetty"s low, sweet tones had not been raised many moments, when the dip of the oars ceased, and the holy strain arose singly on the breathing silence of the wilderness. As if she gathered courage with the theme, her powers appeared to increase as she proceeded; and though nothing vulgar or noisy mingled in her melody, its strength and melancholy tenderness grew on the ear, until the air was filled with this simple homage of a soul that seemed almost spotless. That the men forward were not indifferent to this touching interruption, was proved by their inaction; nor did their oars again dip until the last of the sweet sounds had actually died among the remarkable sh.o.r.es, which, at that witching hour, would waft even the lowest modulations of the human voice more than a mile. Hutter was much affected; for rude as he was by early habits, and even ruthless as he had got to be by long exposure to the practices of the wilderness, his nature was of that fearful mixture of good and evil that so generally enters into the moral composition of man.
"You are sad to-night, child," said the father, whose manner and language usually a.s.sumed some of the gentleness and elevation of the civilized life he had led in youth, when he thus communed with this particular child; "we have just escaped from enemies, and ought rather to rejoice."
"You can never do it, father!" said Hetty, in a low, remonstrating manner, taking his hard, knotty hand into both her own; "you have talked long with Harry March; but neither of you have the heart to do it!"
"This is going beyond your means, foolish child; you must have been naughty enough to have listened, or you could know nothing of our talk."
"Why should you and Hurry kill people--especially women and children?"
"Peace, girl, peace; we are at war, and must do to our enemies as our enemies would do to us."
"That"s not it, father! I heard Deerslayer say how it was. You must do to your enemies as you wish your enemies would do to you. No man wishes his enemies to kill him."
"We kill our enemies in war, girl, lest they should kill us. One side or the other must begin; and them that begin first, are most apt to get the victory. You know nothing about these things, poor Hetty, and had best say nothing."
"Judith says it is wrong, father; and Judith has sense though I have none."
"Jude understands better than to talk to me of these matters; for she has sense, as you say, and knows I"ll not bear it. Which would you prefer, Hetty; to have your own scalp taken, and sold to the French, or that we should kill our enemies, and keep them from harming us?"
"That"s not it, father! Don"t kill them, nor let them kill us. Sell your skins, and get more, if you can; but don"t sell human blood."
"Come, come, child; let us talk of matters you understand. Are you glad to see our old friend, March, back again? You like Hurry, and must know that one day he may be your brother--if not something nearer."
"That can"t be, father," returned the girl, after a considerable pause; "Hurry has had one father, and one mother; and people never have two."
"So much for your weak mind, Hetty. When Jude marries, her husband"s father will be her father, and her husband"s sister her sister. If she should marry Hurry, then he will be your brother."
"Judith will never have Hurry," returned the girl mildly, but positively; "Judith don"t like Hurry."
"That"s more than you can know, Hetty. Harry March is the handsomest, and the strongest, and the boldest young man that ever visits the lake; and, as Jude is the greatest beauty, I don"t see why they shouldn"t come together. He has as much as promised that he will enter into this job with me, on condition that I"ll consent."
Hetty began to move her body back and forth, and other-wise to express mental agitation; but she made no answer for more than a minute. Her father, accustomed to her manner, and suspecting no immediate cause of concern, continued to smoke with the apparent phlegm which would seem to belong to that particular species of enjoyment.
"Hurry is handsome, father," said Hetty, with a simple emphasis, that she might have hesitated about using, had her mind been more alive to the inferences of others.
"I told you so, child," muttered old Hutter, without removing the pipe from between his teeth; "he"s the likeliest youth in these parts; and Jude is the likeliest young woman I"ve met with since her poor mother was in her best days."
"Is it wicked to be ugly, father?""
"One might be guilty of worse things--but you"re by no means ugly; though not so comely as Jude."
"Is Judith any happier for being so handsome?"
"She may be, child, and she may not be. But talk of other matters now, for you hardly understand these, poor Hetty. How do you like our new acquaintance, Deerslayer?"
"He isn"t handsome, father. Hurry is far handsomer than Deerslayer."
"That"s true; but they say he is a noted hunter! His fame had reached me before I ever saw him; and I did hope he would prove to be as stout a warrior as he is dexterous with the deer. All men are not alike, howsever, child; and it takes time, as I know by experience, to give a man a true wilderness heart."
"Have I got a wilderness heart, father--and Hurry, is his heart true wilderness?"
"You sometimes ask queer questions, Hetty! Your heart is good, child, and fitter for the settlements than for the woods; while your reason is fitter for the woods than for the settlements."
"Why has Judith more reason than I, father?"
"Heaven help thee, child: this is more than I can answer. G.o.d gives sense, and appearance, and all these things; and he grants them as he seeth fit. Dost thou wish for more sense?"
"Not I. The little I have troubles me; for when I think the hardest, then I feel the unhappiest. I don"t believe thinking is good for me, though I do wish I was as handsome as Judith!"
"Why so, poor child? Thy sister"s beauty may cause her trouble, as it caused her mother before her. It"s no advantage, Hetty, to be so marked for anything as to become an object of envy, or to be sought after more than others."
"Mother was good, if she was handsome," returned the girl, the tears starting to her eyes, as usually happened when she adverted to her deceased parent.
Old Hutter, if not equally affected, was moody and silent at this allusion to his wife. He continued smoking, without appearing disposed to make any answer, until his simple-minded daughter repeated her remark, in a way to show that she felt uneasiness lest he might be inclined to deny her a.s.sertion. Then he knocked the ashes out of his pipe, and laying his hand in a sort of rough kindness on the girl"s head, he made a reply.
"Thy mother was too good for this world," he said; "though others might not think so. Her good looks did not befriend her; and you have no occasion to mourn that you are not as much like her as your sister.
Think less of beauty, child, and more of your duty, and you"ll be as happy on this lake as you could be in the king"s palace."
"I know it, father; but Hurry says beauty is everything in a young woman."
Hutter made an e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.i.o.n expressive of dissatisfaction, and went forward, pa.s.sing through the house in order to do so. Hetty"s simple betrayal of her weakness in behalf of March gave him uneasiness on a subject concerning which he had never felt before, and he determined to come to an explanation at once with his visitor; for directness of speech and decision in conduct were two of the best qualities of this rude being, in whom the seeds of a better education seemed to be constantly struggling upwards, to be choked by the fruits of a life in which his hard struggles for subsistence and security had steeled his feelings and indurated his nature. When he reached the forward end of the scow, he manifested an intention to relieve Deerslayer at the oar, directing the latter to take his own place aft. By these changes, the old man and Hurry were again left alone, while the young hunter was transferred to the other end of the ark.
Hetty had disappeared when Deerslayer reached his new post, and for some little time he directed the course of the slow-moving craft by himself.
It was not long, however, before Judith came out of the cabin, as if disposed to do the honors of the place to a stranger engaged in the service of her family. The starlight was sufficient to permit objects to be plainly distinguished when near at hand, and the bright eyes of the girl had an expression of kindness in them, when they met those of the youth, that the latter was easily enabled to discover. Her rich hair shaded her spirited and yet soft countenance, even at that hour rendering it the more beautiful--as the rose is loveliest when reposing amid the shadows and contrasts of its native foliage. Little ceremony is used in the intercourse of the woods; and Judith had acquired a readiness of address, by the admiration that she so generally excited, which, if it did not amount to forwardness, certainly in no degree lent to her charms the aid of that retiring modesty on which poets love to dwell.
"I thought I should have killed myself with laughing, Deerslayer," the beauty abruptly but coquettishly commenced, "when I saw that Indian dive into the river! He was a good-looking savage, too," the girl always dwelt on personal beauty as a sort of merit, "and yet one couldn"t stop to consider whether his paint would stand water!"
"And I thought they would have killed you with their we"pons, Judith,"
returned Deerslayer; "it was an awful risk for a female to run in the face of a dozen Mingos!"
"Did that make you come out of the cabin, in spite of their rifles, too?" asked the girl, with more real interest than she would have cared to betray, though with an indifference of manner that was the result of a good deal of practice united to native readiness.
"Men ar"n"t apt to see females in danger, and not come to their a.s.sistance. Even a Mingo knows that."