Hope in your mountains, and hope in your streams,
Bow down in their worship, and loudly pray;
Trust in your strength, and believe in your dreams,
But the wind shall carry them all away.
--BRAINARD.
The week which succeeded the arrival of our party at Chateau au Miel,
or Castle Meal, as le Bourdon used to call his abode, was one of very
active labor. It was necessary to house the adventurers, and the little
habitation already built was quite insufficient for such a purpose.
It was given to the females, who used it as a private apartment for
themselves, while the cooking, eating, and even sleeping, so far as the
males were concerned, were all done beneath the trees of the openings.
But a new chiente was soon constructed, which, though wanting in the
completeness and strength of Castle Meal, was sufficient for the wants
of these sojourners in the wilderness. It is surprising with how little
of those comforts which civilization induces us to regard as necessaries
we can get along, when cast into the midst of the western wilds. The
female whose foot has trodden, from infancy upward, on nothing harder
than a good carpet-who has been reared amid all the appliances of
abundance and art, seems at once to change her nature, along with her
habits, and often proves a heroine, and an active assistant, when there
was so much reason to apprehend she might turn out to be merely an
encumbrance. In the course of a life that is now getting to be well
stored with experience of this sort, as well as of many other varieties,
we can recall a hundred cases of women, who were born and nurtured
in affluence and abundance, who have cheerfully quitted the scenes of
youth, their silks and satins, their china and plate, their mahogany and
Brussels, to follow husbands and fathers into the wilderness, there
to compete with the savage, often for food, and always for the final
possession of the soil!
But in the case of Dorothy and Blossom, the change had never been of
this very broad character, and habit had long been preparing them for
scenes even more savage than that into which they were now cast. Both
were accustomed to work, as, blessed be God! the American woman
usually works; that is to say, within doors, and to render home neat,
comfortable, and welcome. As housewives, they were expert and willing,
considering the meagreness of their means; and le Bourdon told
the half-delighted, half-blushing Margery, ere the latter had been
twenty-four hours in his chiente, that nothing but the presence of such
a one as herself was wanting to render it an abode fit for a prince!
Then, the cooking was so much improved! Apart from cleanliness, the
venison was found to be more savory; the cakes were lighter; and the
pork less greasy. On this subject of grease, however, we could wish that
a sense of right would enable us to announce its utter extinction in
the American kitchen; or, if not absolutely its extinction, such a
subjection of the unctuous properties, as to bring them within the
limits of a reasonably accurate and healthful taste. To be frank,
Dorothy carried a somewhat heavy hand, in this respect; but pretty
Margery was much her superior. How this difference in domestic
discipline occurred, is more than we can say; but of its existence there
can be no doubt There are two very respectable sections of the civilized
world to which we should imagine no rational being would ever think of
resorting in order to acquire the art of cookery, and these are Germany
and the land of the Pilgrims. One hears, and reads in those elegant
specimens of the polite literature of the day, the letters from
Washington, and from various travellers, who go up and down this river
in steamboats, or along that railway, gratis, much in honor of the good
things left behind the several writers, in the “region of the kock”;
but, woe betide the wight who is silly enough to believe in all this
poetical imagery, and who travels in that direction, in the expectation
of finding a good table! It is extraordinary that such a marked
difference does exist, on an interest of this magnitude, among such
near neighbors; but, of the fact, we should think no intelligent and
experienced man can doubt. Believing as we do, that no small portion
of the elements of national character can be, and are, formed in the
kitchen, the circumstance may appear to us of more moment than to some
of our readers. The vacuum left in cookery, between Boston and Baltimore
for instance, is something like that which exists between Le Verrier's
new planet and the sun.
But Margery could even fry pork without causing it to swim in grease,
and at a venison steak, a professed cook was not her superior. She also
understood various little mysteries, in the way of converting their
berries and fruits of the wilderness into pleasant dishes; and Corporal
Flint soon affirmed that it was a thousand pities she did not live in
a garrison, which, agreeably to his view of things, was something like
placing her at the comptoir of the Cafe de Paris, or of marrying her to
some second Vatel.
With the eating and drinking, the building advanced pari passu.
Pigeonswing brought in his venison, his ducks, his pigeons, and his game
of different varieties, daily, keeping the larder quite as well supplied
as comported with the warmth of the weather; while the others worked on
the new chiente. In order to obtain materials for this building, one so
much larger than his old abode, Ben went up the Kalamazoo about half a
mile, where he felled a sufficient number of young pines, with trunks of
about a foot in diameter, cutting them into lengths of twenty and thirty
feet, respectively. These lengths, or trunks, were rolled into the
river, down which they slowly floated, until they arrived abreast of
Castle Meal, where they were met by Peter, in a canoe, who towed each
stick, as it arrived, to the place of landing. In this way, at the end
of two days' work, a sufficient quantity of materials was collected to
commence directly on the building itself.
Log-houses are of so common occurrence, as to require no particular
description of the one now put up, from us. It was rather less than
thirty feet in length, and one-third narrower than it was long. The logs
were notched, and the interstices were filled by pieces of the pine,
split to a convenient size. The roof was of bark, and of the simplest
construction, while there was neither door nor window; though one
aperture was left for the first, and two for the last. Corporal Flint,
however, was resolved that not only a door should be made, as well
as shutters for the windows, but that the house should, in time, be
picketed. When le Bourdon remonstrated with him on the folly of
taking so much unnecessary pains, it led to a discussion, in which the
missionary even felt constrained to join.
“What's the use--what's the use?” exclaimed le Bourdon a little
impatiently, when he found the corporal getting to be in earnest in
his proposal. “Here have I lived, safely, two seasons in Castle Meal,
without any pickets or palisades; and yet you want to turn this new
house into a regular garrison!”
“Aye, Bourdon, that was in peaceable times; but these is war times.
I've seen the fall of Fort Dearborn, and I don't want to see the fall of
another post this war. The Pottawattamies is hostile, even Peter owns;
and the Pottawattamies has been here once, as you say yourself, and may
come ag'in.”
“The only Pottawattamie who has ever been at this spot, to my knowledge,
is dead, and his bones are bleaching up yonder in the openings. No fear
of him, then.”
“His body is gone,” answered the corporal; “and what is more the rifle
is gone with it. I heard that his rifle had been forgotten, and went
to collect the arms left on the field of battle, but found nothing. No
doubt his friends have burned, or buried, the chief, and they will be
apt to take another look in this quarter of the country, having l'arnt
the road.”
Boden was struck with this intelligence, as well as with the reasoning,
and after a moment's pause, he answered in a way that showed a wavering
purpose.
“It will take a week's work, to picket or palisade the house,” he
answered, “and I wish to be busy among the bees, once more.”
“Go to your bees, Bourdon, and leave me to fortify and garrison, as
becomes my trade. Parson Amen, here, will tell you that the children of
Israel are often bloody-minded and are not to be forgotten.”
“The corporal is right,” put in the missionary; “the corporal is quite
right. The whole history of the ancient Jews gives us this character
of them; and even Saul of Tarsus was bent on persecution and slaughter,
until his hand was stayed by the direct manifestation of the power of
God. I can see glimmerings of this spirit in Peter, and this at a moment
when he is almost ready to admit that he's a descendant of Israel.”
“Is Peter ready to allow that?” asked the bee-hunter, with more interest
in the answer than he would have been willing to allow.
“As good as that-yes, quite as good as that. I can see, plainly, that
Peter has some heavy mystery on his mind; sooner, or later, we shall
learn it. When it does come out, the world may be prepared to learn the
whole history of the Ten Tribes!”
“In my judgment,” observed the corporal, “that chief could give the
history of twenty, if he was so minded.”
“There were but ten of them, brother Flint--but ten; and of those ten he
could give us a full and highly interesting account. One of these days,
we shall hear it all; in the mean time, it may be well enough to turn
one of these houses into some sort of a garrison.”
“Let it, then, be Castle Meal,” said le Bourdon; “surely, if any one is
to be defended and fortified in this way, it ought to be the women. You
may easily palisade that hut, which is so much stronger than this, and
so much smaller.”
With this compromise, the work went on. The corporal dug a trench four
feet deep, encircling the “castle,” as happy as a lord the whole time;
for this was not the first time he had been at such work, which
he considered to be altogether in character, and suitable to his
profession. No youthful engineer, fresh from the Point, that seat of
military learning to which the republic is even more indebted for its
signal successes in Mexico, than to the high military character of this
population-no young aspirant for glory, fresh from this useful
school, could have greater delight in laying out his first bastion,
or counter-scarp, or glacis, than Corporal Flint enjoyed in fortifying
Castle Meal. It will be remembered that this was the first occasion he
was ever actually at the head of the engineering department Hitherto, it
had been his fortune to follow; but now it had become his duty to lead.
As no one else, of that party, had ever been employed in such a work
on any previous occasion, the corporal did not affect to conceal the
superior knowledge with which he was overflowing. Gershom he found a
ready and active assistant; for, by this time, the whiskey was well out
of him; and he toiled with the greater willingness, as he felt that the
palisades would add to the security of his wife and sister. Neither
did Parson Amen disdain to use the pick and shovel; for, while the
missionary had the fullest reliance in the fact that the red men of that
region were the descendants of the children of Israel, he regarded them
as a portion of the chosen people who were living under the ban of the
divine displeasure, and as more than usually influenced by those evil
spirits, whom St. Paul mentions as the powers of the air. In a word,
while the good missionary had all faith in the final conversion and
restoration of these children of the forests, he did not overlook the
facts of their present barbarity, and great propensity to scalp. He
was not quite as efficient as Gershom, at this novel employment, but
a certain inborn zeal rendered him both active and useful. As for the
Indians, neither of them deigned to touch a tool. Pigeonswing had little
opportunity for so doing, indeed, being usually, from the rising to
the setting sun, out hunting for the support of the party; while Peter
passed most of his time in ruminations and solitary walks. This last
paid little attention to the work about the castle, either knowing it
would, at any moment, by an act of treachery, be in his power to render
all these precautions of no avail; or, relying on the amount of savage
force that he knew was about to collect in the openings. Whenever he
cast a glance on the progress of the work, it was with an eye of great
indifference; once he even carried his duplicity so far, as to make a
suggestion to the corporal, by means of which, as he himself expressed
it, in his imperfect English--“Injin no get inside, to use knife and
tomahawk.” This seeming indifference, on the part of Peter, did
not escape the observation of the bee-hunter, who became still less
distrustful of that mysterious savage, as he noted his conduct in
connection with the dispositions making for defence.
Le Bourdon would not allow a tree of any sort to be felled anywhere near
his abode. While the corporal and his associates were busy in digging
the trench, he had gone to a considerable distance, quite out of sight
from Castle Meal, and near his great highway, the river, where he cut
and trimmed the necessary number of burr-oaks for the palisades. Boden
labored the more cheerfully at this work, for two especial reasons. One
was the fact that the defences might be useful to himself, hereafter,
as much against bears as against Indians; and the other, because Margery
daily brought her sewing or knitting, and sat on the fallen trees,
laughing and chatting, as the axe performed its duties. On three several
occasions Peter was present, also, accompanying Blossom, with a kindness
of manner, and an attention to her pretty little tastes in culling
flowers, that would have done credit to a man of a higher school of
civilization.
The reader is not to suppose, however, because the Indian pays but
little outward attention to the squaws, that he is without natural
feeling, or manliness of character. In some respects his chivalrous
devotion to the sex is, perhaps, in no degree inferior to that of the
class which makes a parade of such sentiments, and this quite as much
from convention and ostentation, as from any other motive. The red man
is still a savage beyond all question, but he is a savage with so many
nobler and more manly qualities, when uncorrupted by communion with the
worst class of whites, and not degraded by extreme poverty, as justly to
render him a subject of our admiration, in self-respect, in dignity, and
in simplicity of deportment. The Indian chief is usually a gentleman;
and this, though he may have never heard of Revelation, and has not the
smallest notion of the Atonement, and of the deep obligations it has
laid on the human race.
Amid the numberless exaggerations of the day, one of particular capacity
has arisen connected with the supposed character of a gentleman. Those
who regard all things through the medium of religious feeling, are apt
to insist that he who is a Christian, is necessarily a gentleman; while
he can be no thorough gentleman, who has not most of the qualities of
the Christian character. This confusion in thought and language, can
lead to no really useful result, while it embarrasses the minds of many,
and renders the expression of our ideas less exact and comprehensive
than they would otherwise be.
We conceive that a man may be very much of a Christian, and very little
of a gentleman; or very much of a gentleman, and very little of a
Christian. There is, in short, not much in common between the two
characters, though it is possible for them to become united in the same
individual. That the finished courtesies of polished life may wear some
of the aspects of that benevolence which causes the Christian “to love
his neighbor as himself,” is certainly true, though the motives of the
parties are so very different as to destroy all real identity between
them. While the moving principle of a gentleman is self-respect, that
of a Christian is humility. The first is ready to lay down his life
in order to wipe away an imaginary dishonor, or to take the life of
another; the last is taught to turn the other cheek, when smitten. In a
word, the first keeps the world, its opinions and its estimation, ever
uppermost in his thoughts; the last lives only to reverence God, and to
conform to his will, in obedience to his revealed mandates. Certainly,
there is that which is both grateful and useful in the refined
deportment of one whose mind and manners have been polished even in the
schools of the world; but it is degrading to the profoundly beautiful
submission of the truly Christian temper, to imagine that anything like
a moral parallel can justly be run between them.
Of course, Peter had none of the qualities of him who sees and feels
his own defects, and relies only on the merits of the atonement for
his place among the children of light, while he had so many of those
qualities which depend on the estimate which man is so apt to place on
his own merits. In this last sense, this Indian had a great many of
the essentials of a gentleman; a lofty courtesy presiding over all his
intercourse with others, when passion or policy did not thrust in new
and sudden principles of action. Even the missionary was so much struck
with the gentleness of this mysterious savage's deportment in connection
with Margery, as at first to impute it to a growing desire to make a
wife of that flower of the wilderness. But closer observation induced
greater justice to the Indian in this respect Nothing like the
uneasiness, impatience, or distrust of passion could be discerned in his
demeanor; and when Parson Amen perceived that the bee-hunter's marked
devotion to the beautiful Blossom rather excited a benevolent and kind
interest in the feelings of Peter, so far at least as one could judge
of the heart by external appearances, than anything that bore the fierce
and uneasy impulses of jealousy, he was satisfied that his original
impression was a mistake.
As le Bourdon flourished his axe, and Margery plied her needles, making
a wholesome provision for the coming winter, the mysterious Indian would
stand, a quarter of an hour at a time, immovable as a statue, his eyes
riveted first on one, and then on the other. What passed at such moments
in that stern breast, it exceeds the penetration of man to say: but that
the emotions thus pent within barriers that none could pass or destroy,
were not always ferocious and revengeful, a carefully observant
spectator might possibly have suspected, had such a person been there to
note all the signs of what was uppermost in the chiefs thoughts. Still,
gleamings of sudden, but intense ferocity did occasionally occur; and,
at such instants, the countenance of this extraordinary being was
truly terrific. Fortunately, such bursts of uncontrollable feeling were
transient, being of rare occurrence, and of very short duration.
By the time the corporal had his trenches dug, le Bourdon was prepared
with his palisades, which were just one hundred in number, being
intended to enclose a space of forty feet square. The men all united in
the transportation of the timber, which was floated down the river on a
raft of white pine, the burr-oak being of a specific gravity that fresh
water would not sustain. A couple of days, however, sufficed for the
transportation by water, and as many more for that by land, between
the place of landing and Castle Meal. This much accomplished, the
whole party rested from their labors, the day which succeeded being the
Sabbath.
Those who dwell habitually amid the haunts of men, alone thoroughly
realize the vast importance that ought to be attached to the great day
of rest. Men on the ocean, and men in the forest, are only too apt
to overlook the returns of the Sabbath; thus slowly, but inevitably
alienating themselves more and more from the dread Being who established
the festival, as much in his own honor as for the good of man. When we
are told that the Almighty is jealous of his rights, and desires to
be worshipped, we are not to estimate this wish by any known human
standard, but are ever to bear in mind that it is exactly in proportion
as we do reverence the Creator and Ruler of heaven and earth that we are
nearest, or farthest, from the condition of the blessed. It is probably
for his own good, that the adoration of man is pleasing in the eyes of
God.
The missionary, though a visionary and an enthusiast, as respected the
children of Israel, was a zealous observer of his duties. On Sundays,
he never neglected to set up his tabernacle, even though it were in
a howling wilderness, and went regularly through the worship of God,
according to the form of the sect to which he belonged. His influence,
on the present occasion, was sufficient to cause a suspension of
all labor, though not without some remonstrances on the part of the
corporal. The latter contended that, in military affairs, there was no
Sunday known, unless it might be in peaceable times, and that he had
never heard of intrenchments “resting from their labors,” on the part
of either the besieger or the besieged. Work of that sort, he thought,
ought to go on, day and night, by means of reliefs; and, instead of
pausing to hold church, he had actually contemplated detailing fatigue
parties to labor through, not only that day, but the whole of the
succeeding night.
As for Peter, he never offered the slightest objection to any of Parson
Amen's sermons or prayers. He listened to both with unmoved gravity,
though no apparent impression was ever made on his feelings. The
Chippewa hunted on the Sabbaths as much as on any other day; and it was
in reference to this fact that the following little conversation took
place between Margery and the missionary, as the party sat beneath the
oaks, passing a tranquil eventide at midsummer.
“How happens it, Mr. Amen,” said Margery, who had insensibly adopted the
missionary's sobriquet, “that no red man keeps the Sabbath-day, if they
are all descended from the Jews? This is one of the most respected of
all the commandments, and it does not seem natural”--Margery's use of
terms was necessarily influenced by association and education-“that any
of that people should wholly forget the day of rest.”
“Perhaps you are not aware, Margery, that the Jews, even in civilized
countries, do not keep the same Sabbath as the Christians,” returned
the missionary. “They have public worship on a Saturday, as we do on
a Sunday. Now, I did think I saw some signs of Peter's privately
worshipping yesterday, while we were all so busy at our garrison. You
may have observed how thoughtful and silent the chief was in the middle
of the afternoon.”
“I DID observe it,” said the bee-hunter, “but must own I did not suspect
him of holding meeting for any purposes within himself. That was one of
the times when I like the manners and behavior of this Injin the least.”
“We do not know--we do not know--perhaps his spirit struggled with the
temptations of the Evil One. To me he appeared to be worshipping, and I
set the fact down as a proof that the red men keep the Jewish Sabbath.”
“I did not know that the Jews keep a Sabbath different from our own,
else I might have thought the same. But I never saw a Jew, to my
knowledge. Did you, Margery?”
“Not to know him for one,” answered the girl; and true enough was the
remark of each. Five-and-thirty years ago, America was singularly not
only a Christian but a Protestant nation. Jews certainly did exist in
the towns, but they were so blended with the rest of the population,
and were so few in number, as scarcely to attract attention to them as
a sect. As for the Romanists, they too had their churches and their
dioceses; but what untravelled American had then ever seen a nun? From
monks, Heaven be praised, we are yet spared; and this is said without
any prejudice against the denomination to which they usually belong. He
who has lived much in a country where that sect prevails, if a man of
a particle of liberality, soon learns that piety and reverence for God,
and a deep sense of all the Christian obligations, can just as well,
nay better, exist in a state of society where a profound submission to
well-established dogmas is to be found, than in a state of society where
there is so much political freedom as to induce the veriest pretenders
to learning to imagine that each man is a church and a hierarchy in his
own person! All this is rapidly changing. Romanists abound, and spots
that half a century since, appeared to be the most improbable place in
the world to admit of the rites of the priests of Rome, now hear the
chants and prayers of the mass-books. All this shows a tendency toward
that great commingling of believers, which is doubtless to precede the
final fusion of sects, and the predicted end.
On the Monday that succeeded the Sabbath mentioned, the corporal had all
his men at work, early, pinning together his palisades, making them up
into manageable bents, and then setting them up on their legs. As the
materials were all there, and quite ready to be put together, the work
advanced rapidly; and by the time the sun drew near the western horizon
once more, Castle Meal was surrounded by its bristling defences. The
whole was erect and stay-lathed, waiting only for the earth to be
shovelled back into the trench, and to be pounded well down. As it
was, the palisades offered a great increase of security to those in
the chiente, and both the females expressed their obligations to their
friends for having taken this important step toward protecting them from
the enemy. When they retired for the night, everything was arranged,
so that the different members of the party might know where to assemble
within the works. Among the effects of Gershom, were a conch and a horn;
the latter being one of those common instruments of tin, which are so
much used in and about American farm-houses, to call the laborers from
the field. The conch was given to the men, that, in case of need, they
might sound the alarm from without, while the horn, or trumpet of tin,
was suspended by the door of the chiente, in order that the females
might have recourse to it, at need.
About midnight, long after the whole party had retired to rest, and when
the stillness of the hours of deepest repose reigned over the openings,
the bee-hunter was awoke from his sleep by an unwonted call. At first,
he could scarce believe his senses, so plaintive, and yet so wild,
was the blast. But there could be no mistake: it was the horn from
the chiente, and, in a moment, he was on his feet. By this time, the
corporal was afoot, and presently all the men were in motion. On this
occasion, Gershom manifested a readiness and spirit that spoke equally
well for his heart and his courage. He was foremost in rushing to the
assistance of his wife and sister, though le Bourdon was very close on
his heels.
On reaching the gate of the palisade, it was found closed, and barred
within; nor did any one appear, until Dorothy was summoned, by repeated
calls, in the well-known voice of her husband. When the two females came
out of the chiente, great was their wonder and alarm! No horn had been
blown by either of them, and there the instrument itself hung, on its
peg, as quiet and mute as if a blast had never been blown into it The
bee-hunter, on learning this extraordinary fact, looked around him
anxiously, in order to ascertain who might be absent. Every man was
present, and each person stood by his arms, no one betraying the
slightest consciousness of knowing whence the unaccountable summons had
proceeded!
“This has been done by you, corporal, in order to bring us together,
under arms, by way of practice,” le Bourdon at length exclaimed.
“False alarms is useful, if not overdone; especially among raw troops,”
answered Flint, coolly; “but I have given none to-night. I will own I
did intend to have you all out in a day or two by way of practice, but
I have thought it useless to attempt too much at once. When the
garrison is finished, it will be time enough to drill the men to the
alarm-posts.”
“What is your opinion, Peter?” continued le Bourdon. “You understand the
wilderness, and its ways. To what is this extr'or'nary call owing? Why
have we been brought here, at this hour?”
“Somebody blow horn, most likely,” answered Peter, in his unmoved,
philosophical manner. “'Spose don't know; den can't tell. Warrior often
hear 'larm on war-path.”
“This is an onaccountable thing! If I ever heard a horn, I heard one
to-night; yet this is the only horn we have, and no one has touched it!
It was not the conch I heard; there is no mistaking the difference in
sound between a shell and a horn; and there is the conch, hanging at
Gershom's neck, just where it has been the whole night.”
“No one has touched the conch--I will answer for THAT,” returned
Gershom, laying a hand on the shell, as if to make certain all was
right.
“This is most extr'or'nary! I heard the horn, if ears of mine ever heard
such an instrument!”
Each of the white men added as much, for every one of them had
distinctly heard the blast. Still neither could suggest any probable
clue to the mystery. The Indians said nothing; but it was so much in
conformity with their habits for red men to maintain silence, whenever
any unusual events awakened feelings in others, that no one thought
their deportment out of rule. As for Peter, a statue of stone could
scarcely have been colder in aspect than was this chief, who seemed to
be altogether raised above every exhibition of human feeling. Even the
corporal gaped, though much excited, for he had been suddenly aroused
from a deep sleep; but Peter was as much superior to physical, as to
moral impressions, on this occasion. He made no suggestion, manifested
no concern, exhibited no curiosity; and when the men withdrew, again, to
their proper habitation, he walked back with them, in the same silence
and calm, as those with which he had advanced. Gershom, however, entered
within the palisade, and passed the remainder of the night with his
family.
The bee-hunter and the Chippewa accidentally came together, as the men
moved slowly toward their own hut, when the following short dialogue
occurred between them.
“Is that you, Pigeonswing?” exclaimed le Bourdon, when he found his
friend touching an elbow, as if by chance.
“Yes, dis me--want better friend, eh?”
“No, I'm well satisfied to have you near me, in an alarm, Chippewa.
We've stood by each other once, in troublesome times; and I think we can
do as much, ag'in.”
“Yes; stand by friend--dat honor. Nebber turn back on friend; dat my
way.”
“Chippewa, who blew the blast on the horn?--can you tell me THAT?”
“Why don't you ask Peter? He wise chief--know eb-beryt'ing. Young Injin
ask ole Injin when don't know--why not young pale-face ask ole man, too,
eh?”
“Pigeonswing, if truth was said, I believe it would be found that you
suspect Peter of having a hand in this business?”
This speech was rather too idiomatic for the comprehension of the
Indian, who answered according to his own particular view of the matter.
“Don't blow horn wid hand,” he said--“Injin blow wid mout', just like
pale-face.”
The bee-hunter did not reply; but his companion's remark had a tendency
to revive in his breast certain unpleasant and distrustful feelings
toward the mysterious savage, which the incidents and communications of
the last two weeks had had a strong tendency to put to sleep.