""That panther hunt is like this," says the Colonel, turnin" to Dan. "At the age of seventeen, me an" eight or nine of my intimate brave comrades founds what we-all denom"nates as the "Chevy Chase Huntin" Club." Each of us maintains a pa.s.sel of odds an" ends of dogs, an" at stated intervals we convenes on hosses, an" with these fourscore curs at our tails goes yellin" an" skally-hootin" up an" down the countryside allowin" we"re sh.o.r.e a band of Nimrods.
""The Chevy Chasers ain"t been in bein" as a inst.i.tootion over long when chance opens a gate to ser"ous work. The deep snows in the Eastern mountains it looks like has done drove a panther into our neighborhood.
You could hear of him on all sides. Folks glimpses him now an" then.
They allows he"s about the size of a yearlin" calf; an" the way he pulls down sech feeble people as sheep or lays desolate some he"pless henroost don"t bother him a bit. This panther spreads a horror over the county.
Dances, pra"er meetin"s, an" even poker parties is broken up, an" the social life of that region begins to bog down. Even a weddin" suffers; the bridesmaids stayin" away lest this ferocious monster should show up in the road an" chaw one of "em while she"s _en route_ for the scene of trouble. That"s gospel trooth! the pore deserted bride has to heel an"
handle herse"f an" never a friend to yoonite her sobs with hers doorin"
that weddin" ordeal. The old ladies present shakes their heads a heap solemn.
"""It"s a worse augoory," says one, "than the hoots of a score of squinch owls."
""When this reign of terror is at its height, the local eye is rolled appealin"ly towards us Chevy Chasers. We rises to the opportoonity. Day after day we"re ridin" the hills an" vales, readin" the milk white snow for tracks. An" we has success. One mornin" I comes up on two of the Brackenridge boys an" five more of the Chevy Chasers settin" on their hosses at the Skinner cross roads. Bob Crittenden"s gone to turn me out, they says. Then they p"ints down to a handful of close-wove bresh an"
stunted timber an" allows that this maraudin" cat-o-mount is hidin"
thar; they sees him go skulkin" in.
""Gents, I ain"t above admittin" that the news puts my heart to a canter. I"m brave; but conflicts with wild an" savage beasts is to me a novelty an" while I faces my fate without a flutter, I"m yere to say I"d sooner been in pursoot of minks or racc.o.o.ns or some varmint whose grievous cap"bilities I can more ackerately stack up an" in whose merry ways I"m better versed. However, the dauntless blood of my grandsire mounts in my cheek; an" as if the shade of that old Trojan is thar personal to su"gest it, I searches forth a flask an" renoos my sperit; thus qualified for perils, come in what form they may, I resolootely stands my hand.
""Thar"s forty dogs if thar"s one in our company as we pauses at the Skinner cross-roads. An" when the Crittenden yooth returns, he brings with him the Rickett boys an" forty added dogs. Which it"s worth a ten-mile ride to get a glimpse of that outfit of canines! Thar"s every sort onder the canopy: thar"s the stolid hound, the alert fice, the sapient collie; that is thar"s individyool beasts wherein the hound, or fice, or collie seems to preedominate as a strain. The trooth is thar"s not that dog a-whinin" about our hosses" fetlocks who ain"t proudly descended from fifteen different tribes, an" they sh.o.r.ely makes a motley ma.s.s meetin". Still, they"re good, zealous dogs; an" as they"re going to go for"ard an" take most of the resks of that panther, it seems invidious to criticize "em.
""One of the Twitty boys rides down an" puts the eighty or more dogs into the bresh. The rest of us lays back an" strains our eyes. Thar he is! A shout goes up as we descries the panther stealin" off by a far corner. He"s headin" along a hollow that"s full of bresh an" baby timber an" runs parallel with the pike. Big an" yaller he is; we can tell from the slight flash we gets of him as he darts into a second clump of bushes. With a cry--what young Crittenden calls a "view halloo,"--we goes stampeedin" down the pike in pursoot.
""Our dogs is sta"nch; they sh.o.r.e does themse"fs proud. Singin" in twenty keys, reachin" from growls to yelps an" from yelps to shrillest screams, they pushes dauntlessly on the fresh trail of their terrified quarry. Now an" then we gets a squint of the panther as he skulks from one copse to another jest ahead. Which he"s goin" like a arrow; no mistake! As for us Chevy Chasers, we parallels the hunt, an" continyoos poundin" the Skinner turnpike abreast of the pack, ever an" anon givin"
a encouragin" shout as we briefly sights our game.
""Gents," says Colonel Sterett, as he ag"in refreshes hims"ef, "it"s needless to go over that hunt in detail. We hustles the flyin" demon full eighteen miles, our faithful dogs crowdin" close an" breathless at his coward heels. Still, they don"t catch up with him; he streaks it like some saffron meteor.
""Only once does we approach within strikin" distance; that"s when he crosses at old Stafford"s whisky still. As he glides into view, Crittenden shouts:
"""Thar he goes!"
""For myse"f I"m prepared. I"ve got one of these misguided cap-an"-ball six-shooters that"s built doorin" the war; an" I cuts that hardware loose! This weapon seems a born profligate of lead, for the six chambers goes off together. Which you should have seen the Chevy Chasers dodge!
An" well they may; that broadside ain"t in vain! My aim is so troo that one of the r"armost dogs evolves a howl an" rolls over; then he sets up gnawin" an" lickin" his off hind laig in frantic alternations. That hunt is done for him. We leaves him doctorin" himse"f an" picks him up two hours later on our triumphant return.
""As I states, we harries that foogitive panther for eighteen miles an"
in our hot ardor founders two hosses. Fatigue an" weariness begins to overpower us; also our prey weakens along with the rest. In the half glimpses we now an" ag"in gets of him it"s plain that both pace an"
distance is tellin" fast. Still, he presses on; an" as thar"s no spur like fear, that panther holds his distance.
""But the end comes. We"ve done run him into a rough, wild stretch of country where settlements is few an" cabins roode. Of a sudden, the panther emerges onto the road an" goes rackin" along the trail. We pushes our spent steeds to the utmost.
""Thar"s a log house ahead; out in the stump-filled lot in front is a frowsy woman an" five small children. The panther leaps the rickety worm-fence an" heads straight as a bullet for the cl"arin! Horrors! the sight freezes our marrows! Mad an" savage, he"s doo to bite a hunk outen that devoted household! Mutooally callin" to each other, we goads our horses to the utmost. We gain on the panther! He may wound but he won"t have time to slay that fam"ly.
""Gents, it"s a soopreme moment! The panther makes for the female squatter an" her litter, we pantin" an" pressin" clost behind. The panther is among "em; the woman an" the children seems transfixed by the awful spectacle an" stands rooted with open eyes an" mouths. Our emotions sh.o.r.e beggars deescriptions.
""Now ensooes a scene to smite the hardiest of us with dismay. No sooner does the panther find himse"f in the midst of that he"pless bevy of little ones, than he stops, turns round abrupt, an" sets down on his tail; an" then upliftin" his muzzle he busts into shrieks an" yells an"
howls an" cries, a complete case of dog hysterics! That"s what he is, a great yeller dog; his reason is now a wrack because we hara.s.ses him the eighteen miles.
""Thar"s a ugly outcast of a squatter, mattock in hand, comes tumblin"
down the hillside from some"ers out back of the shanty where he"s been grubbin":
"""What be you-all eediots chasin" my dog for?" demands this onkempt party. Then he menaces us with the implement.
""We makes no retort but stands pa.s.sive. The great orange brute whose nerves has been torn to rags creeps to the squatter an" with mournful howls explains what we"ve made him suffer.
""No, thar"s nothin" further to do an" less to be said. That cavalcade, erstwhile so gala an" buoyant, drags itself wearily homeward, the exhausted dogs in the r"ar walkin" stiff an" sore like their laigs is wood. For more"n a mile the complainin" howls of the hysterical yeller dog is wafted to our years. Then they ceases; an" we figgers his sympathizin" master has done took him into the shanty an" shet the door.
""No one comments on this adventure, not a word is heard. Each is silent ontil we mounts the Big Murray hill. As we collects ourse"fs on this eminence one of the Brackenridge boys holds up his hand for a halt.
"Gents," he says, as--hosses, hunters an" dogs--we-all gathers "round, "gents, I moves you the Chevy Chase Huntin" Club yereby stands adjourned _sine die_." Thar"s a moment"s pause, an" then as by one impulse every gent, hoss an" dog, says "Ay!" It"s yoonanimous, an" from that hour till now the Chevy Chase Huntin" Club ain"t been nothin" save tradition. But that panther sh.o.r.e disappears; it"s the end of his vandalage; an" ag"in does quadrilles, pra"rs, an poker resoom their wonted sway. That"s the end; an" now, gents, if Black Jack will caper to his dooties we"ll uplift our drooped energies with the usual forty drops.""
WOUTER VAN TWILLER
BY WASHINGTON IRVING
It was in the year of our Lord 1629 that Mynheer Wouter Van Twiller was appointed governor of the province of Nieuw Nederlandts, under the commission and control of their High Mightinesses the Lords States General of the United Netherlands, and the privileged West India Company.
This renowned old gentleman arrived at New Amsterdam in the merry month of June, the sweetest month in all the year; when dan Apollo seems to dance up the transparent firmament,--when the robin, the thrush, and a thousand other wanton songsters make the woods to resound with amorous ditties, and the luxurious little bob-lincoln revels among the clover-blossoms of the meadows,--all which happy coincidence persuaded the old dames of New Amsterdam, who were skilled in the art of foretelling events, that this was to be a happy and prosperous administration.
The renowned Wouter (or Walter) Van Twiller was descended from a long line of Dutch burgomasters, who had successively dozed away their lives and grown fat upon the bench of magistracy in Rotterdam; and who had comported themselves with such singular wisdom and propriety, that they were never either heard or talked of--which, next to being universally applauded, should be the object of ambition of all magistrates and rulers. There are two opposite ways by which some men make a figure in the world; one, by talking faster than they think, and the other, by holding their tongues and not thinking at all. By the first, many a smatterer acquires the reputation of a man of quick parts; by the other, many a dunderpate, like the owl, the stupidest of birds, comes to be considered the very type of wisdom. This, by the way, is a casual remark, which I would not, for the universe, have it thought I apply to Governor Van Twiller. It is true he was a man shut up within himself, like an oyster, and rarely spoke, except in monosyllables; but then it was allowed he seldom said a foolish thing. So invincible was his gravity that he was never known to laugh or even to smile through the whole course of a long and prosperous life. Nay, if a joke were uttered in his presence, that set light-minded hearers in a roar, it was observed to throw him into a state of perplexity. Sometimes he would deign to inquire into the matter, and when, after much explanation, the joke was made as plain as a pike-staff, he would continue to smoke his pipe in silence, and at length, knocking out the ashes, would exclaim, "Well, I see nothing in all that to laugh about."
With all his reflective habits, he never made up his mind on a subject.
His adherents accounted for this by the astonishing magnitude of his ideas. He conceived every subject on so grand a scale that he had not room in his head to turn it over and examine both sides of it. Certain it is, that if any matter were propounded to him on which ordinary mortals would rashly determine at first glance, he would put on a vague, mysterious look, shake his capacious head, smoke some time in profound silence, and at length observe, that "he had his doubts about the matter"; which gained him the reputation of a man slow of belief and not easily imposed upon. What is more, it gained him a lasting name; for to this habit of the mind has been attributed his surname of Twiller; which is said to be a corruption of the original Twijfler, or, in plain English, _Doubter_.
The person of this ill.u.s.trious old gentleman was formed and proportioned as though it had been moulded by the hands of some cunning Dutch statuary, as a model of majesty and lordly grandeur. He was exactly five feet six inches in height, and six feet five inches in circ.u.mference.
His head was a perfect sphere, and of such stupendous dimensions, that Dame Nature, with all her s.e.x"s ingenuity, would have been puzzled to construct a neck capable of supporting it; wherefore she wisely declined the attempt, and settled it firmly on the top of his backbone, just between the shoulders. His body was oblong, and particularly capacious at bottom; which was wisely ordered by Providence, seeing that he was a man of sedentary habits, and very averse to the idle labor of walking.
His legs were short, but st.u.r.dy in proportion to the weight they had to sustain; so that when erect he had not a little the appearance of a beer barrel on skids. His face, that infallible index of the mind, presented a vast expanse, unfurrowed by those lines and angles which disfigure the human countenance with what is termed expression. Two small gray eyes twinkled feebly in the midst, like two stars of lesser magnitude in a hazy firmament, and his full-fed cheeks, which seemed to have taken toll of everything that went into his mouth, were curiously mottled and streaked with dusty red, like a spitzenberg apple.
His habits were as regular as his person. He daily took his four stated meals, appropriating exactly an hour to each; he smoked and doubted eight hours, and he slept the remaining twelve of the four-and-twenty.
Such was the renowned Wouter Van Twiller,--a true philosopher, for his mind was either elevated above, or tranquilly settled below, the cares and perplexities of this world. He had lived in it for years, without feeling the least curiosity to know whether the sun revolved round it, or it round the sun; and he had watched, for at least half a century, the smoke curling from his pipe to the ceiling, without once troubling his head with any of those numerous theories by which a philosopher would have perplexed his brain, in accounting for its rising above the surrounding atmosphere.
In his council he presided with great state and solemnity. He sat in a huge chair of solid oak, hewn in the celebrated forest of the Hague, fabricated by an experienced timmerman of Amsterdam, and curiously carved about the arms and feet into exact imitations of gigantic eagle"s claws. Instead of a scepter, he swayed a long Turkish pipe, wrought with jasmin and amber, which had been presented to a stadtholder of Holland at the conclusion of a treaty with one of the petty Barbary powers. In this stately chair would he sit, and this magnificent pipe would he smoke, shaking his right knee with a constant motion, and fixing his eye for hours together upon a little print of Amsterdam, which hung in a black frame against the opposite wall of the council-chamber. Nay, it has even been said, that when any deliberation of extraordinary length and intricacy was on the carpet, the renowned Wouter would shut his eyes for full two hours at a time, that he might not be disturbed by external objects; and at such times the internal commotion of his mind was evinced by certain regular guttural sounds, which his admirers declared were merely the noise of conflict, made by his contending doubts and opinions.
It is with infinite difficulty I have been enabled to collect these biographical anecdotes of the great man under consideration. The facts respecting him were so scattered and vague, and divers of them so questionable in point of authenticity, that I have had to give up the search after many, and decline the admission of still more, which would have tended to heighten the coloring of his portrait.
I have been the more anxious to delineate fully the person and habits of Wouter Van Twiller, from the consideration that he was not only the first, but also the best governor that ever presided over this ancient and respectable province; and so tranquil and benevolent was his reign, that I do not find throughout the whole of it a single instance of any offender being brought to punishment,--a most indubitable sign of a merciful governor, and a case unparalleled, excepting in the reign of the ill.u.s.trious King Log, from whom, it is hinted, the renowned Van Twiller was a lineal descendant.
The very outset of the career of this excellent magistrate was distinguished by an example of legal ac.u.men, that gave flattering presage of a wise and equitable administration. The morning after he had been installed in office, and at the moment that he was making his breakfast from a prodigious earthen dish, filled with milk and Indian pudding, he was interrupted by the appearance of Wandle Schoonhoven, a very important old burgher of New Amsterdam, who complained bitterly of one Barent Bleecker, inasmuch as he refused to come to a settlement of accounts, seeing that there was a heavy balance in favor of the said Wandle. Governor Van Twiller, as I have already observed, was a man of few words; he was likewise a mortal enemy to multiplying writings--or being disturbed at his breakfast. Having listened attentively to the statement of Wandle Schoonhoven, giving an occasional grunt, as he shoveled a spoonful of Indian pudding into his mouth,--either as a sign that he relished the dish, or comprehended the story,--he called unto him his constable, and pulling out of his breeches-pocket a huge jack-knife, dispatched it after the defendant as a summons, accompanied by his tobacco-box as a warrant.
This summary process was as effectual in those simple days as was the seal-ring of the great Haroun Alraschid among the true believers. The two parties being confronted before him, each produced a book of accounts, written in a language and character that would have puzzled any but a High-Dutch commentator, or a learned decipherer of Egyptian obelisks. The sage Wouter took them one after the other, and having poised them in his hands, and attentively counted over the number of leaves, fell straightway into a very great doubt, and smoked for half an hour without saying a word; at length, laying his finger beside his nose, and shutting his eyes for a moment, with the air of a man who has just caught a subtle idea by the tail, he slowly took his pipe from his mouth, puffed forth a column of tobacco-smoke, and with marvelous gravity and solemnity p.r.o.nounced, that, having carefully counted over the leaves and weighed the books, it was found, that one was just as thick and as heavy as the other: therefore, it was the final opinion of the court that the accounts were equally balanced: therefore, Wandle should give Barent a receipt, and Barent should give Wandle a receipt, and the constable should pay the costs.
This decision, being straightway made known, diffused general joy throughout New Amsterdam, for the people immediately perceived that they had a very wise and equitable magistrate to rule over them. But its happiest effect was, that not another lawsuit took place throughout the whole of his administration; and the office of constable fell into such decay, that there was not one of those losel scouts known in the province for many years. I am the more particular in dwelling on this transaction, not only because I deem it one of the most sage and righteous judgments on record, and well worthy the attention of modern magistrates, but because it was a miraculous event in the history of the renowned Wouter--being the only time he was ever known to come to a decision in the whole course of his life.
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