"How"s that--how"s that, Indian? Baiver get pounded? There"s no pound, hereabouts, and baivers is not an animal to be shut up like a hog!"
Nick perceived that his friend was past argumentation, and as he himself was approaching the state when the drunkard receives delight from he knows not what, it is unnecessary to relate any more of the dialogue. The jug was finished, each man very honestly drinking his pint, and as naturally submitting to its consequences; and this so much the more because the two were so engrossed with the rum that both forgot to pay that attention to the spring that might have been expected from its proximity.
Chapter V.
The soul, my lord, is fashioned--like the lyre.
Strike one chord suddenly, and others vibrate.
Your name abruptly mentioned, casual words Of comment on your deeds, praise from your uncle, News from the armies, talk of your return, A word let fall touching your youthful pa.s.sion, Suffused her cheek, call"d to her drooping eye A momentary l.u.s.tre, made her pulse Leap headlong, and her bosom palpitate.
Hillhouse.
The approach of night, at sea and in a wilderness, has always something more solemn in it, than on land in the centre of civilization. As the curtain is drawn before his eyes, the solitude of the mariner is increased, while even his sleepless vigilance seems, in a measure, baffled, by the manner in which he is cut off from the signs of the hour. Thus, too, in the forest, or in an isolated clearing, the mysteries of the woods are deepened, and danger is robbed of its forethought and customary guards. That evening, Major Willoughby stood at a window with an arm round the slender waist of Beulah, Maud standing a little aloof; and, as the twilight retired, leaving the shadows of evening to thicken on the forest that lay within a few hundred feet of that side of the Hut, and casting a gloom over the whole of the quiet solitude, he felt the force of the feeling just mentioned, in a degree he had never before experienced.
"This is a _very_ retired abode, my sisters," he said, thoughtfully. "Do my father and mother never speak of bringing you out more into the world?"
"They take us to New York every winter, now father is in the a.s.sembly,"
quietly answered Beulah. "We expected to meet you there, last season, and were greatly disappointed that you did not come."
"My regiment was sent to the eastward, as you know, and having just received my new rank of major, it would not do to be absent at the moment. Do you ever see any one here, besides those who belong to the manor?"
"Oh! yes"--exclaimed Maud eagerly--then she paused, as if sorry she had said anything; continuing, after a little pause, in a much more moderated vein--"I mean occasionally. No doubt the place is very retired."
"Of what characters are your visiters?--hunters, trappers, settlers-- savages or travellers?"
Maud did not answer; but, Beulah, after waiting a moment for her sister to reply, took that office on herself.
"Some of all," she said, "though few certainly of the latter cla.s.s. The hunters are often here; one or two a month, in the mild season; settlers rarely, as you may suppose, since my father will not sell, and there are not many about, I believe; the Indians come more frequently, though I think we have seen less of them, during Nick"s absence than while he was more with us. Still we have as many as a hundred in a year, perhaps, counting the women. They come in parties, you know, and five or six of these will make that number. As for travellers, they are rare; being generally surveyors, land-hunters, or perhaps a proprietor who is looking up his estate. We had two of the last in the fall, before we went below."
"That is singular; and yet one might well look for an estate in a wilderness like this. Who were your proprietors?"
"An elderly man, and a young one. The first was a sort of partner of the late Sir William"s, I believe, who has a grant somewhere near us, for which he was searching. His name was Fonda. The other was one of the Beekmans, who has lately succeeded his father in a property of considerable extent, somewhere at no great distance from us, and came to take a look at it. They say he has quite a hundred thousand acres, in one body."
"And did he find his land? Tracts of thousands and tens of thousands, are sometimes not to be discovered."
"We saw him twice, going and returning, and he was successful. The last time, he was detained by a snow-storm, and staid with us some days--so long, indeed, that he remained, and accompanied us out, when we went below. We saw much of him, too, last winter, in town."
"Maud, you wrote me nothing of all this! Are visiters of this sort so very common that you do not speak of them in your letters?"
"Did I not?--Beulah will scarce pardon me for _that_. She thinks Mr. Evert Beekman more worthy of a place in a letter, than I do, perhaps."
"I think him a very respectable and sensible young man," answered Beulah quietly though there was a deeper tint on her cheek than common, which it was too dark to see. "I am not certain, however, he need fill much s.p.a.ce in the letters of either of your sisters."
"Well, this is _something_ gleaned!" said the major, laughing--"and now, Beulah, if you will only let out a secret of the same sort about Maud, I shall be _au fait_ of all the family mysteries."
"All!" repeated Maud, quickly--"would there be nothing to tell of a certain major Willoughby, brother of mine?"
"Not a syllable. I am as heart-whole as a sound oak, and hope to remain so. At all events, all I love is in this house. To tell you the truth, girls, these are not times for a soldier to think of anything but his duty. The quarrel is getting to be serious between the mother country and her colonies."
"Not so serious, brother," observed Beulah, earnestly, "as to amount to _that_. Evert Beekman thinks there will be trouble, but he does not appear to fancy it will go as far as very serious violence."
"Evert _Beekman_!--most of that family are loyal, I believe; how is it with this Evert?"
"I dare say, _you_ would call him a _rebel_," answered Maud, laughing, for now Beulah chose to be silent, leaving her sister to explain, "He is not _fiery_; but he calls himself an _American_, with emphasis; and that is saying a good deal, when it means he is not an _Englishman_. Pray what do you call yourself, Bob?"
"I!--Certainly an American in one sense, but an Englishman in another.
An American, as my father was a c.u.mberland-man, and an Englishman as a subject, and as connected with the empire."
"As St. Paul was a Roman. Heigho!--Well, I fear I have but one character--or, if I have two, they are an American, and a New York girl. Did I dress in scarlet, as you do, I might feel English too, possibly."
"This is making a trifling misunderstanding too serious," observed Beulah. "Nothing can come of all the big words that have been used, than more big words. I know that is Evert Beekman"s opinion."
"I hope you may prove a true prophet," answered the major, once more buried in thought. "This place _does_ seem to be fearfully retired for a family like ours. I hope my father may be persuaded to pa.s.s more of his time in New York. Does he ever speak on the subject, girls, or appear to have any uneasiness?"
"Uneasiness about what? The place is health itself: all sorts of fevers, and agues, and those things being quite unknown. Mamma says the toothache, even, cannot be found in this healthful spot."
"That is lucky--and, yet, I wish captain Willoughby--_Sir Hugh_ Willoughby could be induced to live more in New York. Girls of your time of life, ought to be in the way of seeing the world, too."
"In other words, of seeing admirers, major Bob," said Maud, laughing, and bending forward to steal a glance in her brother"s face. "Good night. _Sir Hugh_ wishes us to send you into his library when we can spare you, and _my lady_ has sent us a hint that it is ten o"clock, at which hour it is usual for sober people to retire."
The major kissed both sisters with warm affection--Beulah fancied with a sobered tenderness, and Maud thought kindly--and then they retired to join their mother, while he went to seek his father.
The captain was smoking in the library, as a room of all-_head_- work was called, in company with the chaplain. The practice of using tobacco in this form, had grown to be so strong in both of these old inmates of garrisons, that they usually pa.s.sed an hour, in the recreation, before they went to bed. Nor shall we mislead the reader with any notions of fine-flavoured Havana segars; pipes, with Virginia cut, being the materials employed in the indulgence. A little excellent Cogniac and water, in which however the spring was not as much neglected, as in the orgies related in the previous chapter, moistened their lips, from time to time, giving a certain zest and comfort to their enjoyments. Just as the door opened to admit the major, he was the subject of discourse, the proud parent and the partial friend finding almost an equal gratification in discussing his fine, manly appearance, good qualities, and future hopes. His presence was untimely, then, in one sense; though he was welcome, and, indeed, expected. The captain pushed a chair to his son, and invited him to take a seat near the table, which held a spare pipe or two, a box of tobacco, a decanter of excellent brandy, a pitcher of pure water, all pleasant companions to the elderly gentlemen, then in possession.
"I suppose you are too much of a maccaroni, Bob, to smoke," observed the smiling father. "I detested a pipe at your time of life; or may say, I was afraid of it; the only smoke that was in fashion among our scarlet coats being the smoke of gunpowder. Well, how comes on Gage, and your neighbours the Yankees?"
"Why, sir," answered the major, looking behind him, to make sure that the door was shut--"Why, sir, to own the truth, my visit, here, just at this moment, is connected with the present state of that quarrel."
Both the captain and the chaplain drew the pipes from their mouths, holding them suspended in surprise and attention.
"The deuce it is!" exclaimed the former. "I thought I owed this unexpected pleasure to your affectionate desire to let me know I had inherited the empty honours of a baronetcy!"
"That was _one_ motive, sir, but the least. I beg you to remember the awkwardness of my position, as a king"s officer, in the midst of enemies."
"The devil! I say, parson, this exceeds heresy and schism! Do you call lodging in your father"s house, major Willoughby, being in the midst of enemies? This is rebellion against nature, and is worse than rebellion against the king."
"My dear father, no one feels more secure with _you_, than I do; or, even, with Mr. Woods, here. But, there are others besides you two, in this part of the world, and your very settlement may not be safe a week longer; probably would not be, if my presence in it were known."
Both the listeners, now, fairly laid down their pipes, and the smoke began gradually to dissipate, as it might have been rising from a field of battle. One looked at the other, in wonder, and, then, both looked at the major, in curiosity.
"What is the meaning of all this, my son?" asked the captain, gravely.
"Has anything new occurred to complicate the old causes of quarrel?"
"Blood has, at length, been drawn, sir; open rebellion has commenced!"
"This is a serious matter, indeed, if it be really so. But do you not exaggerate the consequences of some fresh indiscretion of the soldiery, in firing on the people? Remember, in the other affair, even the colonial authorities justified the officers."