Chapter II.

“Thou'rt passing from the lake's green side,

And the hunter's hearth away;

For the time of flowers, for the summer's pride,

Daughter! thou canst not stay.”

Mrs. Hemans, “Edith. A Tale of the Woods” II. 191-94

Our two adventurers had not far to go. Hurry knew the direction, as soon

as he had found the open spot and the spring, and he now led on with the

confident step of a man assured of his object. The forest was dark, as a

matter of course, but it was no longer obstructed by underbrush, and the

footing was firm and dry. After proceeding near a mile, March stopped,

and began to cast about him with an inquiring look, examining the

different objects with care, and occasionally turning his eyes on the

trunks of the fallen trees, with which the ground was well sprinkled,

as is usually the case in an American wood, especially in those parts of

the country where timber has not yet become valuable.

“This must be the place, Deerslayer,” March at length observed; “here is

a beech by the side of a hemlock, with three pines at hand, and yonder

is a white birch with a broken top; and yet I see no rock, nor any of

the branches bent down, as I told you would be the case.”

“Broken branches are onskilful landmarks, as the least exper'enced know

that branches don't often break of themselves,” returned the other; “and

they also lead to suspicion and discoveries. The Delawares never trust

to broken branches, unless it is in friendly times, and on an open

trail. As for the beeches, and pines, and hemlocks, why, they are to be

seen on all sides of us, not only by twos and threes, but by forties,

and fifties, and hundreds.”

“Very true, Deerslayer, but you never calculate on position. Here is a

beech and a hemlock--”

“Yes, and there is another beech and a hemlock, as loving as two

brothers, or, for that matter, more loving than some brothers; and

yonder are others, for neither tree is a rarity in these woods. I fear

me, Hurry, you are better at trapping beaver and shooting bears, than

at leading on a blindish sort of a trail. Ha! there's what you wish to

find, a'ter all!”

“Now, Deerslayer, this is one of your Delaware pretensions, for hang me

if I see anything but these trees, which do seem to start up around us

in a most onaccountable and perplexing manner.”

“Look this-a-way, Hurry--here, in a line with the black oak--don't

you see the crooked sapling that is hooked up in the branches of the

bass-wood, near it? Now, that sapling was once snow-ridden, and got

the bend by its weight; but it never straightened itself, and fastened

itself in among the bass-wood branches in the way you see. The hand of

man did that act of kindness for it.”

“That hand was mine!” exclaimed Hurry; “I found the slender young

thing bent to the airth, like an unfortunate creatur' borne down by

misfortune, and stuck it up where you see it. After all, Deerslayer, I

must allow, you're getting to have an oncommon good eye for the woods!”

“'Tis improving, Hurry--'tis improving I will acknowledge; but 'tis only

a child's eye, compared to some I know. There's Tamenund, now, though

a man so old that few remember when he was in his prime, Tamenund lets

nothing escape his look, which is more like the scent of a hound than

the sight of an eye. Then Uncas, the father of Chingachgook, and the

lawful chief of the Mohicans, is another that it is almost hopeless to

pass unseen. I'm improving, I will allow--I'm improving, but far from

being perfect, as yet.”

“And who is this Chingachgook, of whom you talk so much, Deerslayer!”

asked Hurry, as he moved off in the direction of the righted sapling; “a

loping red-skin, at the best, I make no question.”

“Not so, Hurry, but the best of loping red-skins, as you call 'em. If he

had his rights, he would be a great chief; but, as it is, he is only

a brave and just-minded Delaware; respected, and even obeyed in some

things, 'tis true, but of a fallen race, and belonging to a fallen

people. Ah! Harry March, 'twould warm the heart within you to sit in

their lodges of a winter's night, and listen to the traditions of the

ancient greatness and power of the Mohicans!”

“Harkee, fri'nd Nathaniel,” said Hurry, stopping short to face his

companion, in order that his words might carry greater weight with them,

“if a man believed all that other people choose to say in their own

favor, he might get an oversized opinion of them, and an undersized

opinion of himself. These red-skins are notable boasters, and I set down

more than half of their traditions as pure talk.”

“There is truth in what you say, Hurry, I'll not deny it, for I've seen

it, and believe it. They do boast, but then that is a gift from natur';

and it's sinful to withstand nat'ral gifts. See; this is the spot you

come to find!” This remark cut short the discourse, and both the men

now gave all their attention to the object immediately before them.

Deerslayer pointed out to his companion the trunk of a huge linden, or

bass-wood, as it is termed in the language of the country, which had

filled its time, and fallen by its own weight. This tree, like so many

millions of its brethren, lay where it had fallen, and was mouldering

under the slow but certain influence of the seasons. The decay, however,

had attacked its centre, even while it stood erect in the pride of

vegetation, bellowing out its heart, as disease sometimes destroys the

vitals of animal life, even while a fair exterior is presented to the

observer. As the trunk lay stretched for near a hundred feet along the

earth, the quick eye of the hunter detected this peculiarity, and from

this and other circumstances, he knew it to be the tree of which March

was in search.

“Ay, here we have what we want,” cried Hurry, looking in at the larger

end of the linden; “everything is as snug as if it had been left in an

old woman's cupboard. Come, lend me a hand, Deerslayer, and we'll be

afloat in half an hour.”

At this call the hunter joined his companion, and the two went to work

deliberately and regularly, like men accustomed to the sort of thing in

which they were employed. In the first place, Hurry removed some pieces

of bark that lay before the large opening in the tree, and which the

other declared to be disposed in a way that would have been more likely

to attract attention than to conceal the cover, had any straggler passed

that way. The two then drew out a bark canoe, containing its seats,

paddles, and other appliances, even to fishing-lines and rods. This

vessel was by no means small; but such was its comparative lightness,

and so gigantic was the strength of Hurry, that the latter shouldered it

with seeming ease, declining all assistance, even in the act of raising

it to the awkward position in which he was obliged to hold it.

“Lead ahead, Deerslayer,” said March, “and open the bushes; the rest I

can do for myself.”

The other obeyed, and the men left the spot, Deerslayer clearing the

way for his companion, and inclining to the right or to the left, as the

latter directed. In about ten minutes they both broke suddenly into the

brilliant light of the sun, on a low gravelly point, that was washed by

water on quite half its outline.

An exclamation of surprise broke from the lips of Deerslayer, an

exclamation that was low and guardedly made, however, for his habits

were much more thoughtful and regulated than those of the reckless

Hurry, when on reaching the margin of the lake, he beheld the view that

unexpectedly met his gaze. It was, in truth, sufficiently striking to

merit a brief description. On a level with the point lay a broad sheet

of water, so placid and limpid that it resembled a bed of the pure

mountain atmosphere, compressed into a setting of hills and woods.

Its length was about three leagues, while its breadth was irregular,

expanding to half a league, or even more, opposite to the point, and

contracting to less than half that distance, more to the southward. Of

course, its margin was irregular, being indented by bays, and broken

by many projecting, low points. At its northern, or nearest end, it was

bounded by an isolated mountain, lower land falling off east and west,

gracefully relieving the sweep of the outline. Still the character

of the country was mountainous; high hills, or low mountains, rising

abruptly from the water, on quite nine tenths of its circuit. The

exceptions, indeed, only served a little to vary the scene; and

even beyond the parts of the shore that were comparatively low, the

background was high, though more distant.

But the most striking peculiarities of this scene were its solemn

solitude and sweet repose. On all sides, wherever the eye turned,

nothing met it but the mirror-like surface of the lake, the placid view

of heaven, and the dense setting of woods. So rich and fleecy were the

outlines of the forest, that scarce an opening could be seen, the

whole visible earth, from the rounded mountain-top to the water's edge,

presenting one unvaried hue of unbroken verdure. As if vegetation were

not satisfied with a triumph so complete, the trees overhung the lake

itself, shooting out towards the light; and there were miles along its

eastern shore, where a boat might have pulled beneath the branches of

dark Rembrandt-looking hemlocks, “quivering aspens,” and melancholy

pines. In a word, the hand of man had never yet defaced or deformed any

part of this native scene, which lay bathed in the sunlight, a glorious

picture of affluent forest grandeur, softened by the balminess of June,

and relieved by the beautiful variety afforded by the presence of so

broad an expanse of water.

“This is grand!--'tis solemn!--'tis an edication of itself, to look

upon!” exclaimed Deerslayer, as he stood leaning on his rifle, and

gazing to the right and left, north and south, above and beneath, in

whichever direction his eye could wander; “not a tree disturbed even by

red-skin hand, as I can discover, but everything left in the ordering of

the Lord, to live and die according to his own designs and laws! Hurry,

your Judith ought to be a moral and well disposed young woman, if

she has passed half the time you mention in the centre of a spot so

favored.”

“That's naked truth; and yet the gal has the vagaries. All her time

has not been passed here, howsoever, old Tom having the custom, afore

I know'd him, of going to spend the winters in the neighborhood of the

settlers, or under the guns of the forts. No, no, Jude has caught

more than is for her good from the settlers, and especially from the

gallantifying officers.”

“If she has--if she has, Hurry, this is a school to set her mind right

ag'in. But what is this I see off here, abreast of us, that seems too

small for an island, and too large for a boat, though it stands in the

midst of the water!

“Why, that is what these galantine gentry from the forts call Muskrat

Castle; and old Tom himself will grin at the name, though it bears so

hard on his own natur' and character. 'Tis the stationary house, there

being two; this, which never moves, and the other, that floats, being

sometimes in one part of the lake and sometimes in another. The last

goes by the name of the ark, though what may be the meaning of the word

is more than I can tell you.”

“It must come from the missionaries, Hurry, whom I have heard speak

and read of such a thing. They say that the 'arth was once covered with

water, and that Noah, with his children, was saved from drowning by

building a vessel called an ark, in which he embarked in season. Some of

the Delawares believe this tradition, and some deny it; but it behooves

you and me, as white men born, to put our faith in its truth. Do you see

anything of this ark?”

“'Tis down south, no doubt, or anchored in some of the bays. But the

canoe is ready, and fifteen minutes will carry two such paddles as

your'n and mine to the castle.”

At this suggestion, Deerslayer helped his companion to place the

different articles in the canoe, which was already afloat. This was no

sooner done than the two frontiermen embarked, and by a vigorous push

sent the light bark some eight or ten rods from the shore. Hurry now

took the seat in the stern, while Deerslayer placed himself forward, and

by leisurely but steady strokes of the paddles, the canoe glided across

the placid sheet, towards the extraordinary-looking structure that the

former had styled Muskrat Castle. Several times the men ceased paddling,

and looked about them at the scene, as new glimpses opened from behind

points, enabling them to see farther down the lake, or to get broader

views of the wooded mountains. The only changes, however, were in the

new forms of the hills, the varying curvature of the bays, and the wider

reaches of the valley south; the whole earth apparently being clothed in

a gala-dress of leaves.

“This is a sight to warm the heart!” exclaimed Deerslayer, when they had

thus stopped for the fourth or fifth time; “the lake seems made to let

us get an insight into the noble forests; and land and water alike stand

in the beauty of God's providence! Do you say, Hurry, that there is no

man who calls himself lawful owner of all these glories?”

“None but the King, lad. He may pretend to some right of that natur',

but he is so far away that his claim will never trouble old Tom Hutter,

who has got possession, and is like to keep it as long as his life

lasts. Tom is no squatter, not being on land; I call him a floater.”

“I invy that man! I know it's wrong, and I strive ag'in the feelin', but

I invy that man! Don't think, Hurry, that I'm consorting any plan to put

myself in his moccasins, for such a thought doesn't harbor in my mind;

but I can't help a little invy! 'Tis a nat'ral feelin', and the best of

us are but nat'ral, a'ter all, and give way to such feelin's at times.”

“You've only to marry Hetty to inherit half the estate,” cried Hurry,

laughing; “the gal is comely; nay, if it wasn't for her sister's beauty

she would be even handsome; and then her wits are so small that you may

easily convart her into one of your own way of thinking, in all things.

Do you take Hetty off the old fellow's hands, and I'll engage he'll give

you an interest in every deer you can knock over within five miles of

his lake.”

“Does game abound!” suddenly demanded the other, who paid but little

attention to March's raillery.

“It has the country to itself. Scarce a trigger is pulled on it; and as

for the trappers, this is not a region they greatly frequent. I ought

not to be so much here myself, but Jude pulls one way, while the beaver

pulls another. More than a hundred Spanish dollars has that creatur'

cost me the last two seasons, and yet I could not forego the wish to

look upon her face once more.”

“Do the redmen often visit this lake, Hurry?” continued Deerslayer,

pursuing his own train of thought.

“Why, they come and go; sometimes in parties, and sometimes singly. The

country seems to belong to no native tribe in particular; and so it has

fallen into the hands of the Hutter tribe. The old man tells me that

some sharp ones have been wheedling the Mohawks for an Indian deed,

in order to get a title out of the colony; but nothing has come of it,

seeing that no one heavy enough for such a trade has yet meddled

with the matter. The hunters have a good life-lease still of this

wilderness.”

“So much the better, so much the better, Hurry. If I was King of

England, the man that felled one of these trees without good occasion

for the timber, should be banished to a desarted and forlorn region, in

which no fourfooted animal ever trod. Right glad am I that Chingachgook

app'inted our meeting on this lake, for hitherto eye of mine never

looked on such a glorious spectacle.”

“That's because you've kept so much among the Delawares, in whose

country there are no lakes. Now, farther north and farther west these

bits of water abound; and you're young, and may yet live to see 'em.

But though there be other lakes, Deerslayer, there's no other Judith

Hutter!”

At this remark his companion smiled, and then he dropped his paddle into

the water, as if in consideration of a lover's haste. Both now pulled

vigorously until they got within a hundred yards of the “castle,” as

Hurry familiarly called the house of Hutter, when they again ceased

paddling; the admirer of Judith restraining his impatience the more

readily, as he perceived that the building was untenanted, at the

moment. This new pause was to enable Deerslayer to survey the singular

edifice, which was of a construction so novel as to merit a particular

description.

Muskrat Castle, as the house had been facetiously named by some waggish

officer, stood in the open lake, at a distance of fully a quarter of a

mile from the nearest shore. On every other side the water extended much

farther, the precise position being distant about two miles from the

northern end of the sheet, and near, if not quite, a mile from its

eastern shore. As there was not the smallest appearance of any island,

but the house stood on piles, with the water flowing beneath it, and

Deerslayer had already discovered that the lake was of a great depth,

he was fain to ask an explanation of this singular circumstance. Hurry

solved the difficulty by telling him that on this spot alone, a long,

narrow shoal, which extended for a few hundred yards in a north and

south direction, rose within six or eight feet of the surface of

the lake, and that Hutter had driven piles into it, and placed his

habitation on them, for the purpose of security.

“The old fellow was burnt out three times, atween the Indians and the

hunters; and in one affray with the red-skins he lost his only son,

since which time he has taken to the water for safety. No one can attack

him here, without coming in a boat, and the plunder and scalps would

scarce be worth the trouble of digging out canoes. Then it's by no

means sartain which would whip in such a scrimmage, for old Tom is well

supplied with arms and ammunition, and the castle, as you may see, is a

tight breastwork ag'in light shot.”

Deerslayer had some theoretical knowledge of frontier warfare, though

he had never yet been called on to raise his hand in anger against a

fellow-creature. He saw that Hurry did not overrate the strength of

this position in a military point of view, since it would not be easy to

attack it without exposing the assailants to the fire of the besieged.

A good deal of art had also been manifested in the disposition of

the timber of which the building was constructed and which afforded a

protection much greater than was usual to the ordinary log-cabins of the

frontier. The sides and ends were composed of the trunks of large pines,

cut about nine feet long, and placed upright, instead of being laid

horizontally, as was the practice of the country. These logs were

squared on three sides, and had large tenons on each end. Massive sills

were secured on the heads of the piles, with suitable grooves dug out

of their upper surfaces, which had been squared for the purpose, and the

lower tenons of the upright pieces were placed in these grooves, giving

them secure fastening below. Plates had been laid on the upper ends

of the upright logs, and were kept in their places by a similar

contrivance; the several corners of the structure being well fastened

by scarfing and pinning the sills and plates. The doors were made of

smaller logs, similarly squared, and the roof was composed of light

poles, firmly united, and well covered with bark.

The effect of this ingenious arrangement was to give its owner a house

that could be approached only by water, the sides of which were composed

of logs closely wedged together, which were two feet thick in their

thinnest parts, and which could be separated only by a deliberate and

laborious use of human hands, or by the slow operation of time. The

outer surface of the building was rude and uneven, the logs being of

unequal sizes; but the squared surfaces within gave both the sides and

door as uniform an appearance as was desired, either for use or show.

The chimney was not the least singular portion of the castle, as Hurry

made his companion observe, while he explained the process by which it

had been made. The material was a stiff clay, properly worked, which had

been put together in a mould of sticks, and suffered to harden, a foot

or two at a time, commencing at the bottom. When the entire chimney had

thus been raised, and had been properly bound in with outward props, a

brisk fire was kindled, and kept going until it was burned to something

like a brick-red. This had not been an easy operation, nor had it

succeeded entirely; but by dint of filling the cracks with fresh clay,

a safe fireplace and chimney had been obtained in the end. This part of

the work stood on the log-door, secured beneath by an extra pile. There

were a few other peculiarities about this dwelling, which will better

appear in the course of the narrative.

“Old Tom is full of contrivances,” added Hurry, “and he set his heart on

the success of his chimney, which threatened more than once to give out

altogether; but perseverance will even overcome smoke; and now he has

a comfortable cabin of it, though it did promise, at one time, to be a

chinky sort of a flue to carry flames and fire.”

“You seem to know the whole history of the castle, Hurry, chimney and

sides,” said Deerslayer, smiling; “is love so overcoming that it causes

a man to study the story of his sweetheart's habitation?”

“Partly that, lad, and partly eyesight,” returned the good-natured

giant, laughing; “there was a large gang of us in the lake, the summer

the old fellow built, and we helped him along with the job. I raised no

small part of the weight of them uprights with my own shoulders, and

the axes flew, I can inform you, Master Natty, while we were bee-ing it

among the trees ashore. The old devil is no way stingy about food, and

as we had often eat at his hearth, we thought we would just house him

comfortably, afore we went to Albany with our skins. Yes, many is the

meal I've swallowed in Tom Hutter's cabins; and Hetty, though so weak in

the way of wits, has a wonderful particular way about a frying-pan or a

gridiron!

“While the parties were thus discoursing, the canoe had been gradually

drawing nearer to the “castle,” and was now so close as to require but

a single stroke of a paddle to reach the landing. This was at a floored

platform in front of the entrance, that might have been some twenty feet

square.

“Old Tom calls this sort of a wharf his door-yard,” observed Hurry, as

he fastened the canoe, after he and his Companion had left it: “and the

gallants from the forts have named it the castle court though what a

'court' can have to do here is more than I can tell you, seeing that

there is no law. 'Tis as I supposed; not a soul within, but the whole

family is off on a v'y'ge of discovery!”

While Hurry was bustling about the “door-yard,” examining the

fishing-spears, rods, nets, and other similar appliances of a frontier

cabin, Deerslayer, whose manner was altogether more rebuked and quiet,

entered the building with a curiosity that was not usually exhibited by

one so long trained in Indian habits. The interior of the “castle” was

as faultlessly neat as its exterior was novel. The entire space, some

twenty feet by forty, was subdivided into several small sleeping-rooms;

the apartment into which he first entered, serving equally for the

ordinary uses of its inmates, and for a kitchen. The furniture was of

the strange mixture that it is not uncommon to find in the remotely

situated log-tenements of the interior. Most of it was rude, and to the

last degree rustic; but there was a clock, with a handsome case of dark

wood, in a corner, and two or three chairs, with a table and bureau,

that had evidently come from some dwelling of more than usual

pretension. The clock was industriously ticking, but its leaden-looking

hands did no discredit to their dull aspect, for they pointed to the

hour of eleven, though the sun plainly showed it was some time past

the turn of the day. There was also a dark, massive chest. The kitchen

utensils were of the simplest kind, and far from numerous, but every

article was in its place, and showed the nicest care in its condition.

After Deerslayer had cast a look about him in the outer room, he raised

a wooden latch, and entered a narrow passage that divided the inner

end of the house into two equal parts. Frontier usages being no way

scrupulous, and his curiosity being strongly excited, the young man now

opened a door, and found himself in a bedroom. A single glance sufficed

to show that the apartment belonged to females. The bed was of the

feathers of wild geese, and filled nearly to overflowing; but it lay in

a rude bunk, raised only a foot from the door. On one side of it were

arranged, on pegs, various dresses, of a quality much superior to what

one would expect to meet in such a place, with ribbons and other similar

articles to correspond. Pretty shoes, with handsome silver buckles, such

as were then worn by females in easy circumstances, were not wanting;

and no less than six fans, of gay colors, were placed half open, in a

way to catch the eye by their conceits and hues. Even the pillow, on

this side of the bed, was covered with finer linen than its companion,

and it was ornamented with a small ruffle. A cap, coquettishly decorated

with ribbons, hung above it, and a pair of long gloves, such as were

rarely used in those days by persons of the laboring classes, were

pinned ostentatiously to it, as if with an intention to exhibit them

there, if they could not be shown on the owner's arms.

All this Deerslayer saw, and noted with a degree of minuteness that

would have done credit to the habitual observation of his friends, the

Delawares. Nor did he fail to perceive the distinction that existed

between the appearances on the different sides of the bed, the head

of which stood against the wall. On that opposite to the one just

described, everything was homely and uninviting, except through its

perfect neatness. The few garments that were hanging from the pegs were

of the coarsest materials and of the commonest forms, while nothing

seemed made for show. Of ribbons there was not one; nor was there either

cap or kerchief beyond those which Hutter's daughters might be fairly

entitled to wear.

It was now several years since Deerslayer had been in a spot especially

devoted to the uses of females of his own color and race. The sight

brought back to his mind a rush of childish recollections; and he

lingered in the room with a tenderness of feeling to which he had long

been a stranger. He bethought him of his mother, whose homely vestments

he remembered to have seen hanging on pegs like those which he felt

must belong to Hetty Hutter; and he bethought himself of a sister, whose

incipient and native taste for finery had exhibited itself somewhat in

the manner of that of Judith, though necessarily in a less degree. These

little resemblances opened a long hidden vein of sensations; and as he

quitted the room, it was with a saddened mien. He looked no further, but

returned slowly and thoughtfully towards the “door-yard.”

“If Old Tom has taken to a new calling, and has been trying his hand at

the traps,” cried Hurry, who had been coolly examining the borderer's

implements; “if that is his humor, and you're disposed to remain in

these parts, we can make an oncommon comfortable season of it; for,

while the old man and I out-knowledge the beaver, you can fish, and

knock down the deer, to keep body and soul together. I've always give

the poorest hunters half a share, but one as actyve and sartain as

yourself might expect a full one.”

“Thank'ee, Hurry; thank'ee, with all my heart--but I do a little

beavering for myself as occasions offer. 'Tis true, the Delawares call

me Deerslayer, but it's not so much because I'm pretty fatal with the

venison as because that while I kill so many bucks and does, I've never

yet taken the life of a fellow-creatur'. They say their traditions do

not tell of another who had shed so much blood of animals that had not

shed the blood of man.”

“I hope they don't account you chicken-hearted, lad! A faint-hearted man

is like a no-tailed beaver.”

“I don't believe, Hurry, that they account me as out-of-the-way

timorsome, even though they may not account me as out-of-the-way brave.

But I'm not quarrelsome; and that goes a great way towards keeping blood

off the hands, among the hunters and red-skins; and then, Harry March,

it keeps blood off the conscience, too.”

“Well, for my part I account game, a red-skin, and a Frenchman as pretty

much the same thing; though I'm as onquarrelsome a man, too, as there is

in all the colonies. I despise a quarreller as I do a cur-dog; but one

has no need to be over-scrupulsome when it's the right time to show the

flint.”

“I look upon him as the most of a man who acts nearest the right, Hurry.

But this is a glorious spot, and my eyes never a-weary looking at it!”

“'Tis your first acquaintance with a lake; and these ideas come over us

all at such times. Lakes have a gentle character, as I say, being pretty

much water and land, and points and bays.”

As this definition by no means met the feelings that were uppermost in

the mind of the young hunter, he made no immediate answer, but stood

gazing at the dark hills and the glassy water in silent enjoyment.

“Have the Governor's or the King's people given this lake a name?” he

suddenly asked, as if struck with a new idea. “If they've not begun to

blaze their trees, and set up their compasses, and line off their maps,

it's likely they've not bethought them to disturb natur' with a name.”

“They've not got to that, yet; and the last time I went in with skins,

one of the King's surveyors was questioning me consarning all the region

hereabouts. He had heard that there was a lake in this quarter, and

had got some general notions about it, such as that there was water and

hills; but how much of either, he know'd no more than you know of the

Mohawk tongue. I didn't open the trap any wider than was necessary,

giving him but poor encouragement in the way of farms and clearings. In

short, I left on his mind some such opinion of this country, as a man

gets of a spring of dirty water, with a path to it that is so muddy that

one mires afore he sets out. He told me they hadn't got the spot down

yet on their maps, though I conclude that is a mistake, for he showed me

his parchment, and there is a lake down on it, where there is no lake

in fact, and which is about fifty miles from the place where it ought to

be, if they meant it for this. I don't think my account will encourage

him to mark down another, by way of improvement.”

Here Hurry laughed heartily, such tricks being particularly grateful to

a set of men who dreaded the approaches of civilization as a curtailment

of their own lawless empire. The egregious errors that existed in the

maps of the day, all of which were made in Europe, were, moreover, a

standing topic of ridicule among them; for, if they had not science

enough to make any better themselves, they had sufficient local

information to detect the gross blunders contained in those that

existed. Any one who will take the trouble to compare these unanswerable

evidences of the topographical skill of our fathers a century since,

with the more accurate sketches of our own time, will at once perceive

that the men of the woods had a sufficient justification for all their

criticism on this branch of the skill of the colonial governments, which

did not at all hesitate to place a river or a lake a degree or two out

of the way, even though they lay within a day's march of the inhabited

parts of the country.

“I'm glad it has no name,” resumed Deerslayer, “or at least, no

pale-face name; for their christenings always foretell waste and

destruction. No doubt, howsoever, the red-skins have their modes of

knowing it, and the hunters and trappers, too; they are likely to call

the place by something reasonable and resembling.”

“As for the tribes, each has its tongue, and its own way of calling

things; and they treat this part of the world just as they treat

all others. Among ourselves, we've got to calling the place the

'Glimmerglass,' seeing that its whole basin is so often hinged with

pines, cast upward to its face as if it would throw back the hills that

hang over it.”

“There is an outlet, I know, for all lakes have outlets, and the rock

at which I am to meet Chingachgook stands near an outlet. Has that no

colony-name yet?”

“In that particular they've got the advantage of us, having one end, and

that the biggest, in their own keeping: they've given it a name which

has found its way up to its source; names nat'rally working up stream.

No doubt, Deerslayer, you've seen the Susquehannah, down in the Delaware

country?”

“That have I, and hunted along its banks a hundred times.”

“That and this are the same in fact, and, I suppose, the same in sound.

I am glad they've been compelled to keep the redmen's name, for it would

be too hard to rob them of both land and name!”

Deerslayer made no answer; but he stood leaning on his rifle, gazing

at the view which so much delighted him. The reader is not to suppose,

however, that it was the picturesque alone which so strongly attracted

his attention. The spot was very lovely, of a truth, and it was then

seen in one of its most favorable moments, the surface of the lake

being as smooth as glass and as limpid as pure air, throwing back

the mountains, clothed in dark pines, along the whole of its eastern

boundary, the points thrusting forward their trees even to nearly

horizontal lines, while the bays were seen glittering through an

occasional arch beneath, left by a vault fretted with branches and

leaves. It was the air of deep repose--the solitudes, that spoke of

scenes and forests untouched by the hands of man--the reign of nature,

in a word, that gave so much pure delight to one of his habits and turn

of mind. Still, he felt, though it was unconsciously, like a poet

also. If he found a pleasure in studying this large, and to him unusual

opening into the mysteries and forms of the woods, as one is gratified

in getting broader views of any subject that has long occupied his

thoughts, he was not insensible to the innate loveliness of such a

landscape neither, but felt a portion of that soothing of the spirit

which is a common attendant of a scene so thoroughly pervaded by the

holy cairn of nature.

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