"There--Hurry--that"s enough," she said, raising a hand as if to stop him--"I understand you as well as if you were to talk a month. You prefer me to other girls, and you wish me to become your wife."
"You put it in better words than I can do, Judith, and I wish you to fancy them said just as you most like to hear "em."
"They"re plain enough, Harry, and "tis fitting they should be so. This is no place to trifle or deceive in. Now, listen to my answer, which shall be, in every t.i.ttle, as sincere as your offer. There is a reason, March, why I should never--
"I suppose I understand you, Judith, but if I"m willing to overlook that reason, it"s no one"s consarn but mine--Now, don"t brighten up like the sky at sundown, for no offence is meant, and none should be taken."
"I do not brighten up, and will not take offence," said Judith, struggling to repress her indignation, in a way she had never found it necessary to exert before. "There is a reason why I should not, cannot, ever be your wife, Hurry, that you seem to overlook, and which it is my duty now to tell you, as plainly as you have asked me to consent to become so. I do not, and I am certain that I never shall, love you well enough to marry you. No man can wish for a wife who does not prefer him to all other men, and when I tell you this frankly, I suppose you yourself will thank me for my sincerity."
"Ah! Judith, them flaunting, gay, scarlet-coated officers of the garrisons have done all this mischief!"
"Hush, March; do not calumniate a daughter over her mother"s grave! Do not, when I only wish to treat you fairly, give me reason to call for evil on your head in bitterness of heart! Do not forget that I am a woman, and that you are a man; and that I have neither father, nor brother, to revenge your words!"
"Well, there is something in the last, and I"ll say no more. Take time, Judith, and think better on this."
"I want no time--my mind has long been made up, and I have only waited for you to speak plainly, to answer plainly. We now understand each other, and there is no use in saying any more."
The impetuous earnestness of the girl awed the young man, for never before had he seen her so serious and determined. In most, of their previous interviews she had met his advances with evasion or sarcasm, but these Hurry had mistaken for female coquetry, and had supposed might easily be converted into consent. The struggle had been with himself, about offering, nor had he ever seriously believed it possible that Judith would refuse to become the wife of the handsomest man on all that frontier. Now that the refusal came, and that in terms so decided as to put all cavilling out of the question; if not absolutely dumbfounded, he was so much mortified and surprised as to feel no wish to attempt to change her resolution.
"The Glimmergla.s.s has now no great call for me," he exclaimed after a minute"s silence. "Old Tom is gone, the Hurons are as plenty on the sh.o.r.e as pigeons in the woods, and altogether it is getting to be an onsuitable place."
"Then leave it. You see it is surrounded by dangers, and there is no reason why you should risk your life for others. Nor do I know that you can be of any service to us. Go, to-night; we"ll never accuse you of having done any thing forgetful, or unmanly."
"If I do go, "twill be with a heavy heart on your account, Judith; I would rather take you with me."
"That is not to be spoken of any longer, March; but, I will land you in one of the canoes, as soon as it is dark and you can strike a trail for the nearest garrison. When you reach the fort, if you send a party--"
Judith smothered the words, for she felt that it was humiliating to be thus exposing herself to the comments and reflections of one who was not disposed to view her conduct in connection with all in those garrisons, with an eye of favor. Hurry, however, caught the idea, and without perverting it, as the girl dreaded, he answered to the purpose.
"I understand what you would say, and why you don"t say it." he replied.
"If I get safe to the fort, a party shall start on the trail of these vagabonds, and I"ll come with it, myself, for I should like to see you and Hetty in a place of safety, before we part forever."
"Ah, Harry March, had you always spoken thus, felt thus, my feelings towards you might have been different!"
"Is it too late, now, Judith? I"m rough and a woodsman, but we all change under different treatment from what we have been used to."
"It is too late, March. I can never feel towards you, or any other man but one, as you would wish to have me. There, I"ve said enough, surely, and you will question me no further. As soon as it is dark, I or the Delaware will put you on the sh.o.r.e. You will make the best of your way to the Mohawk, and the nearest garrison, and send all you can to our a.s.sistance. And, Hurry, we are now friends, and I may trust in you, may I not?"
"Sartain, Judith; though our fri"ndship would have been all the warmer, could you look upon me as I look upon you."
Judith hesitated, and some powerful emotion was struggling within her.
Then, as if determined to look down all weaknesses, and accomplish her purposes at every hazard, she spoke more plainly.
"You will find a captain of the name of Warley at the nearest post," she said, pale as death, and even trembling as she spoke; "I think it likely he will wish to head the party, but I would greatly prefer it should be another. If Captain Warley can be kept back, "t would make me very happy!"
"That"s easier said than done, Judith, for these officers do pretty much as they please. The Major will order, and captains, and lieutenants, and ensigns must obey. I know the officer you mean, a red faced, gay, oh!
be joyful sort of a gentleman, who swallows madeira enough to drown the Mohawk, and yet a pleasant talker. All the gals in the valley admire him, and they say he admires all the gals. I don"t wonder he is your dislike, Judith, for he"s a very gin"ral lover, if he isn"t a gin"ral officer."
Judith did not answer, though her frame shook, and her colour changed from pale to crimson, and from crimson back again to the hue of death.
"Alas! my poor mother!" she e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed mentally instead of uttering it aloud, "We are over thy grave, but little dost thou know how much thy lessons have been forgotten; thy care neglected; thy love defeated!"
As this goading of the worm that never dies was felt, she arose and signified to Hurry, that she had no more to communicate.
Chapter XXII.
"That point in misery, which makes the oppressed man regardless of his own life, makes him too Lord of the oppressor"s."
Coleridge, Remorse, V.i.201-04.
All this time Hetty had remained seated in the head of the scow, looking sorrowfully into the water which held the body of her mother, as well as that of the man whom she had been taught to consider her father.
Hist stood near her in gentle quiet, but had no consolation to offer in words. The habits of her people taught her reserve in this respect, and the habits of her s.e.x induced her to wait patiently for a moment when she might manifest some soothing sympathy by means of acts, rather than of speech. Chingachgook held himself a little aloof, in grave reserve, looking like a warrior, but feeling like a man.
Judith joined her sister with an air of dignity and solemnity it was not her practice to show, and, though the gleamings of anguish were still visible on her beautiful face, when she spoke it was firmly and without tremor. At that instant Hist and the Delaware withdrew, moving towards Hurry, in the other end of the boat.
"Sister," said Judith kindly, "I have much to say to you; we will get into this canoe, and paddle off to a distance from the Ark--The secrets of two orphans ought not to be heard by every ear."
"Certainly, Judith, by the ears of their parents? Let Hurry lift the grapnel and move away with the Ark, and leave us here, near the graves of father and mother, to say what we may have to say."
"Father!" repeated Judith slowly, the blood for the first time since her parting with March mounting to her cheeks--"He was no father of ours, Hetty! That we had from his own mouth, and in his dying moments."
"Are you glad, Judith, to find you had no father! He took care of us, and fed us, and clothed us, and loved us; a father could have done no more. I don"t understand why he wasn"t a father."
"Never mind, dear child, but let us do as you have said. It may be well to remain here, and let the Ark move a little away. Do you prepare the canoe, and I will tell Hurry and the Indians our wishes."
This was soon and simply done, the Ark moving with measured strokes of the sweeps a hundred yards from the spot, leaving the girls floating, seemingly in air, above the place of the dead; so buoyant was the light vessel that held them, and so limpid the element by which it was sustained.
"The death of Thomas Hutter," Judith commenced, after a short pause had prepared her sister to receive her communications, "has altered all our prospects, Hetty. If he was not our father, we are sisters, and must feel alike and live together."
"How do I know, Judith, that you wouldn"t be as glad to find I am not your sister, as you are in finding that Thomas Hutter, as you call him, was not your father. I am only half witted, and few people like to have half witted relations; and then I"m not handsome--at least, not as handsome as you--and you may wish a handsomer sister."
"No, no Hetty. You and you only are my sister--my heart, and my love for you tell me that--and mother was my mother--of that too am I glad, and proud; for she was a mother to be proud of--but father was not father!"
"Hush, Judith! His spirit may be near; it would grieve it to hear his children talking so, and that, too, over his very grave. Children should never grieve parents, mother often told me, and especially when they are dead!"
"Poor Hetty! They are happily removed beyond all cares on our account.
Nothing that I can do or say will cause mother any sorrow now--there is some consolation in that, at least! And nothing you can say or do will make her smile, as she used to smile on your good conduct when living."
"You don"t know that, Judith. Spirits can see, and mother may see as well as any spirit. She always told us that G.o.d saw all we did, and that we should do nothing to offend him; and now she has left us, I strive to do nothing that can displease her. Think how her spirit would mourn and feel sorrow, Judith, did it see either of us doing what is not right; and spirits may see, after all; especially the spirits of parents that feel anxious about their children."
"Hetty--Hetty--you know not what you say!" murmured Judith, almost livid with emotion--"The dead cannot see, and know nothing of what pa.s.ses here! But, we will not talk of this any longer. The bodies of Mother and Thomas Hutter lie together in the lake, and we will hope that the spirits of both are with G.o.d. That we, the children of one of them, remain on earth is certain; it is now proper to know what we are to do in future."
"If we are not Thomas Hutter"s children, Judith, no one will dispute our right to his property. We have the castle and the Ark, and the canoes, and the woods, and the lakes, the same as when he was living, and what can prevent us from staying here, and pa.s.sing our lives just as we ever have done?"
"No, no poor sister--this can no longer be. Two girls would not be safe here, even should these Hurons fail in getting us into their power.
Even father had as much as he could sometimes do, to keep peace upon the lake, and we should fail altogether. We must quit this spot, Hetty, and remove into the settlements."