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."
"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."
"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."
"I hope they don"t account you chicken-hearted, lad! A faint-hearted man is like a no-tailed beaver."
"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."
"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."
"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!"
""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."
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 gla.s.sy water in silent enjoyment.
"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 compa.s.ses, and line off their maps, it"s likely they"ve not bethought them to disturb natur" with a name."
"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."
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.
"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."
"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 "Glimmergla.s.s," 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."
"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?"
"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?"
"That have I, and hunted along its banks a hundred times."
"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!"
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 gla.s.s 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.
Chapter III.
"Come, shall we go and kill us venison?
And yet it irks me, the poor dappled foals,-- Being native burghers of this desert city,-- Should, in their own confines, with forked heads Have their round haunches gored."
As You Like It, II.i.21-25
Hurry Harry thought more of the beauties of Judith Hutter than of those of the Glimmergla.s.s and its accompanying scenery. As soon as he had taken a sufficiently intimate survey of floating Tom"s implements, therefore, he summoned his companion to the canoe, that they might go down the lake in quest of the family. Previously to embarking, however, Hurry carefully examined the whole of the northern end of the water with an indifferent ship"s gla.s.s, that formed a part of Hutter"s effects. In this scrutiny, no part of the sh.o.r.e was overlooked; the bays and points in particular being subjected to a closer inquiry than the rest of the wooded boundary.
""Tis as I thought," said Hurry, laying aside the gla.s.s, "the old fellow is drifting about the south end this fine weather, and has left the castle to defend itself. Well, now we know that he is not up this-a-way, "twill be but a small matter to paddle down and hunt him up in his hiding-place."
"Does Master Hutter think it necessary to burrow on this lake?" inquired Deerslayer, as he followed his companion into the canoe; "to my eye it is such a solitude as one might open his whole soul in, and fear no one to disarrange his thoughts or his worship."
"You forget your friends the Mingos, and all the French savages. Is there a spot on "arth, Deerslayer, to which them disquiet rogues don"t go? Where is the lake, or even the deer lick, that the blackguards don"t find out, and having found out, don"t, sooner or later, discolour its water with blood."
"I hear no good character of "em, sartainly, friend Hurry, though I"ve never been called on, yet, to meet them, or any other mortal, on the warpath. I dare to say that such a lovely spot as this, would not be likely to be overlooked by such plunderers, for, though I"ve not been in the way of quarreling with them tribes myself, the Delawares give me such an account of "em that I"ve pretty much set "em down in my own mind, as thorough miscreants."
"You may do that with a safe conscience, or for that matter, any other savage you may happen to meet."
Here Deerslayer protested, and as they went paddling down the lake, a hot discussion was maintained concerning the respective merits of the pale-faces and the red-skins. Hurry had all the prejudices and antipathies of a white hunter, who generally regards the Indian as a sort of natural compet.i.tor, and not unfrequently as a natural enemy.
As a matter of course, he was loud, clamorous, dogmatical and not very argumentative. Deerslayer, on the other hand, manifested a very different temper, proving by the moderation of his language, the fairness of his views, and the simplicity of his distinctions, that he possessed every disposition to hear reason, a strong, innate desire to do justice, and an ingenuousness that was singularly indisposed to have recourse to sophism to maintain an argument; or to defend a prejudice.
Still he was not altogether free from the influence of the latter feeling. This tyrant of the human mind, which ruses on it prey through a thousand avenues, almost as soon as men begin to think and feel, and which seldom relinquishes its iron sway until they cease to do either, had made some impression on even the just propensities of this individual, who probably offered in these particulars, a fair specimen of what absence from bad example, the want of temptation to go wrong, and native good feeling can render youth.
"You will allow, Deerslayer, that a Mingo is more than half devil,"
cried Hurry, following up the discussion with an animation that touched closely on ferocity, "though you want to over-persuade me that the Delaware tribe is pretty much made up of angels. Now, I gainsay that proposal, consarning white men, even. All white men are not faultless, and therefore all Indians can"t be faultless. And so your argument is out at the elbow in the start. But this is what I call reason. Here"s three colors on "arth: white, black, and red. White is the highest color, and therefore the best man; black comes next, and is put to live in the neighborhood of the white man, as tolerable, and fit to be made use of; and red comes last, which shows that those that made "em never expected an Indian to be accounted as more than half human."
"G.o.d made all three alike, Hurry."
"Alike! Do you call a n.i.g.g.e.r like a white man, or me like an Indian?"
"You go off at half-c.o.c.k, and don"t hear me out. G.o.d made us all, white, black, and red; and, no doubt, had his own wise intentions in coloring us differently. Still, he made us, in the main, much the same in feelin"s; though I"ll not deny that he gave each race its gifts. A white man"s gifts are Christianized, while a red-skin"s are more for the wilderness. Thus, it would be a great offence for a white man to scalp the dead; whereas it"s a signal vartue in an Indian. Then ag"in, a white man cannot amboosh women and children in war, while a red-skin may. "Tis cruel work, I"ll allow; but for them it"s lawful work; while for us, it would be grievous work."
"That depends on your inimy. As for scalping, or even skinning a savage, I look upon them pretty much the same as cutting off the ears of wolves for the bounty, or stripping a bear of its hide. And then you"re out significantly, as to taking the poll of a red-skin in hand, seeing that the very colony has offered a bounty for the job; all the same as it pays for wolves" ears and crows" heads."
"Ay, and a bad business it is, Hurry. Even the Indians themselves cry shame on it, seeing it"s ag"in a white man"s gifts. I do not pretend that all that white men do, is properly Christianized, and according to the lights given them, for then they would be what they ought to be; which we know they are not; but I will maintain that tradition, and use, and color, and laws, make such a difference in races as to amount to gifts. I do not deny that there are tribes among the Indians that are nat"rally perva.r.s.e and wicked, as there are nations among the whites.
Now, I account the Mingos as belonging to the first, and the Frenchers, in the Canadas, to the last. In a state of lawful warfare, such as we have lately got into, it is a duty to keep down all compa.s.sionate feelin"s, so far as life goes, ag"in either; but when it comes to scalps, it"s a very different matter."
"Just hearken to reason, if you please, Deerslayer, and tell me if the colony can make an onlawful law? Isn"t an onlawful law more ag"in natur"
than scalpin" a savage? A law can no more be onlawful, than truth can be a lie."
"That sounds reasonable; but it has a most onreasonable bearing, Hurry.
Laws don"t all come from the same quarter. G.o.d has given us his"n, and some come from the colony, and others come from the King and Parliament.
When the colony"s laws, or even the King"s laws, run ag"in the laws of G.o.d, they get to be onlawful, and ought not to be obeyed. I hold to a white man"s respecting white laws, so long as they do not cross the track of a law comin" from a higher authority; and for a red man to obey his own red-skin usages, under the same privilege. But, "t is useless talking, as each man will think fir himself, and have his say agreeable to his thoughts. Let us keep a good lookout for your friend Floating Tom, lest we pa.s.s him, as he lies hidden under this bushy sh.o.r.e."
Deerslayer had not named the borders of the lake amiss. Along their whole length, the smaller trees overhung the water, with their branches often dipping in the transparent element. The banks were steep, even from the narrow strand; and, as vegetation invariably struggles towards the light, the effect was precisely that at which the lover of the picturesque would have aimed, had the ordering of this glorious setting of forest been submitted to his control. The points and bays, too, were sufficiently numerous to render the outline broken and diversified. As the canoe kept close along the western side of the lake, with a view, as Hurry had explained to his companion, of reconnoitering for enemies, before he trusted himself too openly in sight, the expectations of the two adventurers were kept constantly on the stretch, as neither could foretell what the next turning of a point might reveal. Their progress was swift, the gigantic strength of Hurry enabling him to play with the light bark as if it had been a feather, while the skill of his companion almost equalized their usefulness, notwithstanding the disparity in natural means.
Each time the canoe pa.s.sed a point, Hurry turned a look behind him, expecting to see the "ark" anch.o.r.ed, or beached in the bay. He was fated to be disappointed, however; and they had got within a mile of the southern end of the lake, or a distance of quite two leagues from the "castle," which was now hidden from view by half a dozen intervening projections of the land, when he suddenly ceased paddling, as if uncertain in what direction next to steer.
"It is possible that the old chap has dropped into the river," said Hurry, after looking carefully along the whole of the eastern sh.o.r.e, which was about a mile distant, and open to his scrutiny for more than half its length; "for he has taken to trapping considerable, of late, and, barring flood-wood, he might drop down it a mile or so; though he would have a most scratching time in getting back again!"
"Where is this outlet?" asked Deerslayer; "I see no opening in the banks or the trees, that looks as if it would let a river like the Susquehannah run through it."
"Ay, Deerslayer, rivers are like human mortals; having small beginnings, and ending with broad shoulders and wide mouths. You don"t see the outlet, because it pa.s.ses atween high, steep banks; and the pines, and hemlocks and ba.s.s-woods hang over it, as a roof hangs over a house. If old Tom is not in the "Rat"s Cove," he must have burrowed in the river; we"ll look for him first in the cove, and then we"ll cross to the outlet."
As they proceeded, Hurry explained that there was a shallow bay, formed by a long, low point, that had got the name of the "Rat"s Cove," from the circ.u.mstance of its being a favorite haunt of the muskrat; and which offered so complete a cover for the "ark," that its owner was fond of lying in it, whenever he found it convenient.