For I must bear witness to the truth of this, spite of the incredulity of my own countrymen; and, moreover, it is true that the Mohicans were, in all virtuous and n.o.ble things, the peers of the civilised people of the Long House.
Those vile, horse-riding, murdering, thieving nomad Indians of the plains--those homeless, wandering, plundering violators of women and butchers of children, had nothing whatever in common with our forest Indians of the East--were a totally different race of people, mentally, spiritually, and physically. And these two species must ever remain distinct--the Gens des Prairies and the Gens du Bois.
Only the Senecas resembled the degraded robbers of the Western plains in having naturally evil and debased propensities, and entertaining similar gross and monstrous customs and most wicked superst.i.tions. But in the Long House the Senecas were really aliens; every nation felt this, from the Canienga and Oneida peoples, whose skin was almost as white as our own, to the dusky Onondaga, Tuscarora, and Cayuga--darker people, but no less civilised than the tall, stalwart, and handsome keepers of the Eastern Gate.
I have ventured to say this much concerning the Iroquois so that it may better be understood among my own countrymen how it was possible for me, a white man of unmixed blood, to love and respect a red man of blood as pure and unmixed as mine. A dog-trader learns many things about dogs by dealing in them; an interpreter who deals with men never, ultimately, mistakes a real man, white or red.
My isolation from the regiment, as I say, was now more than compensated by the presence of the ladies at Croghan"s house. And Lois had now been lodged with them for more than a week. How much of her sad history Mrs.
Bleecker had seen fit to impart to Lana Helmer and Angelina Lansing I did not know. But it seemed to be generally understood in the garrison that Lois had arrived from Albany on Mrs. Bleecker"s invitation, and that the girl was to remain permanently under her protection.
The romantic fact that Lois was the orphan of white captives to the Senecas, and had living neither kith nor kin, impressed Angelina sentimentally, and Lana with an insatiable curiosity, if not with suspicion.
As for Boyd, he had not recognised her at all, in her powder, patches, and pretty gowns. That was perfectly plain to Lois and to me. And I could understand it, too, for I hardly recognised her myself. And after the novelty of meeting her had worn off he paid her no particular attention--no doubt because of his headlong, impatient, and undisguised infatuation for Lana, which, with her own propensity for daring indiscretion, embarra.s.sed us all more or less.
No warrant had been given me to interfere; I was on no such intimate terms with Boyd; and as for Lana, she heeded Mrs. Bleecker"s cautious sermons as lightly as a bluebird, drifting, heeds the soft air that thrills with his careless flight-song.
What officers there were, regular and militia, who had not yet gone to Otsego Lake, came frequently to Croghan"s to pay their respects; and every afternoon there were most agreeable parties at Croghan"s; nor was our merriment any less restrained for our lack of chairs and tables and crockery to contain the cakes and nougats, syllabubs and custards, that the black wench, Gusta, contrived for us. Neither were there gla.s.ses sufficient to hold the sweet native wines, or enough cups to give each a dish of the rare tea which had come from France, and which Mr. Hake had sent to me from Albany, the thoughtful soul!
If I did not entirely realise it at the time, nevertheless it was a very happy week for me. To see Lois at last where she belonged; to see her welcomed, respected, and admired by the ladies and gentlemen at Croghan"s--courted, flattered, sought after in a company so respectable, and so naturally and sweetly holding her own among them without timidity or effort, was to me a pleasure so wonderful that even the quick, light shafts of jealousy--which ign.o.ble but fiery darts were ever buzzing about my a.s.s"s ears, sometimes stinging me--could not fatally wound my satisfaction or my deep thankfulness that her dreadful and wretched trials were ended at last, after so many years.
What seemed to Angelina and Lana an exceedingly quick intimacy between Lois and me sentimentally interested the former, and, as I have said, aroused the mischievous, yet not unkindly, curiosity of the latter.
Like all people who are deep in intrigue themselves, any hint of it in others excited her sophisticated curiosity. So when we concluded it might be safe to call each other Lois and Euan, Lana"s curiosity leaped over all bounds to the barriers of impertinence.
There was, as usual, a respectable company gathered at Croghan"s that afternoon; and a floating-island and tea and a punch. Lois, in her usual corner by the northern window, was so beset and surrounded by officers of ours, and Schott"s, Franklin"s, and Spalding"s, and staff-officers halted for the day, that I had quite despaired of a word with her for the present; and had somewhat sulkily seated myself on the stairs to bide my time. What between love, jealousy, and hurt pride that she had not instantly left her irksome poppinjays at the mere sight of me, and flown to me under the noses of them all, I was in two minds whether I would remain in the house or no--so absurd and horridly unbalanced is a young man"s mind when love begins meddling with and readjusting its accustomed mechanism. Long, long were my ears in those first days of my heart"s undoing!
Solemnly brooding on woman"s coldness, fickleness, and general ingrat.i.tude, and silently hating every gallant who crowded about her to hold her cup, her fan, her plate, pick up her handkerchief or a bud fallen from her corsage, I could not, however, for the life of me keep my eyes from the cold-blooded little jilt.
She had evidently been out walking before I arrived, for she still wore her coquette garden-hat--the chipstraw affair, with the lilac ribbons tied in a bow under her rounded chin; and a white, thin gown, most ravishing, and all bestrewn with sprigs and posies, which displayed her smooth and delicately moulded throat above the low-pinned kerchief, and her lovely arms from the creamy elbow lace down to her finger tips.
The French hair-powder she wore was not sprinkled in any vulgar profusion; it merely frosted the rich curls, making her pink checks pinker and her grey eyes a darker and purpler grey, and rendering her lips fresh and dewy in vivid contrast. And she wore a patch on her smooth left cheek-bone. And it was a most deadly thing to do, causing me a sentimental anguish unspeakable.
As I sat there worshipping, enchanted, resentful, martyred, alternately aching with loneliness and devotion, and at the same time heartily detesting every man on whom she chanced to smile, comes a sly and fragrant breath in my ear. And, turning, I discover Lana perched on a step of the stairs above me, her mocking eyes brilliant with unkind delight.
"Poor swain a-sighing!" said she. "Love is sure a th.o.r.n.y way, Euan."
"Have a care for your own skirts then," said I ungraciously.
"My skirts!"
"Yours, Lanette. Your petticoat needs mending now."
"If love no more than rend my petticoat I ought to be content," she said coolly.
Silenced by her effrontery, which truly pa.s.sed all bounds, I merely glared at her, and presently she laughed outright.
"Broad-brim," said she, "I was not born yesterday. Have no worries concerning me, but look to yourself, for I think you have been sorely hit at last. And G.o.d knows such wounds go hard with a truly worthy and good young man."
"I make nothing of your nonsense," said I coldly.
"What? Nothing? And yonder sits its pretty and romantic inspiration? I am glad I have lived to see the maid who dealt you your first wound!"
"Do you fancy that I am in love?" said I defiantly.
"Why not admit what your lop-ears and moony mien yell aloud to the world entire?"
"Have you no common sense, Lana? Do you imagine a man can fall in love in a brief week?"
"I have been wondering," said she coolly, "whether you have ever before seen her."
"Continue to wonder," said I bluntly.
"I do.... Because you call her "Lois" so readily--and you came near it the first day you had apparently set eyes on her. Also, she calls you "Euan" with a tripping lack of hesitation--even with a certain natural tenderness--"
I turned on her, exasperated:
"Come," said I, controlling my temper with difficulty, "I am tired of playing b.u.t.t to your silly arrows."
"Oh, how you squirm, Euan! Cupid and I are shooting you full as a porcupine!"
"If Cupid is truly shooting," said I with malice, "you had best hunt cover, Lana. For I think already a spent shaft or two has bruised you, flying at hazard from his bow."
She smilingly ignored what I had said.
"Tell me," she persisted, "are you not at her pretty feet already? Is not your very soul down on its worthy marrow-bones before this girl?"
"Is not every gallant gentleman who comes to Croghan"s at the feet of Miss de Contrecoeur?"
"One or two are in the neighbourhood of my feet," she remarked.
"Aye, and too near to please me," said I.
"Who, for example?"
"Boyd--for example," I replied, giving her a hearty scowl.
"Oh!" she drawled airily. "He is not yet near enough my ankles to please me."
"You little fool," said I between my teeth, "do you think you can play alley-taw and cat"s-cradle with a man like that?"
Then a cold temper flashed in her eyes.
"A man like that," she repeated. "And pray, dear friend, what manner of man may be "a man like that?""
"One who can over-match you at your own silly sport--and carry the game to its sinister finish! I warn you, have a care of yourself, Lanette.
Sir John is a tyro to this man."
She said hotly: "If I should say to him what you have but now said to me, he would have you out for your impertinence!"
"If he continues to conduct as he has begun," said I, "the chances are that I may have him out for his effrontery."