CHAPTER XXXI

_"Flue._--Kill the poys and the luggage! 'Tis expressly against the

law of arms; 'tis as arrant a piece of knavery, mark you now, as can be

offered in the world."

_King Henry V._

So long as their enemy and his victim continued in sight, the multitude

remained motionless as beings charmed to the place by some power that

was friendly to the Huron; but the instant he disappeared, it became

tossed and agitated by fierce and powerful passion. Uncas maintained his

elevated stand, keeping his eyes on the form of Cora, until the colors

of her dress were blended with the foliage of the forest; when he

descended, and moving silently through the throng, he disappeared in

that lodge from which he had so recently issued. A few of the graver and

more attentive warriors, who caught the gleams of anger that shot from

the eyes of the young chief in passing, followed him to the place he had

selected for his meditations. After which, Tamenund and Alice were

removed, and the women and children were ordered to disperse. During the

momentous hour that succeeded, the encampment resembled a hive of

troubled bees, who only awaited the appearance and example of their

leader to take some distant and momentous flight.

A young warrior at length issued from the lodge of Uncas; and moving

deliberately, with a sort of grave march, towards a dwarf pine that grew

in the crevices of the rocky terrace, he tore the bark from its body,

and then returned whence he came without speaking. He was soon followed

by another, who stripped the sapling of its branches, leaving it a naked

and blazed[28] trunk. A third colored the posts with stripes of a dark

red paint; all which indications of a hostile design in the leaders of

the nation were received by the men without in a gloomy and ominous

silence. Finally, the Mohican himself reappeared, divested of all his

attire except his girdle and leggings, and with one-half of his fine

features hid under a cloud of threatening black.

Uncas moved with a slow and dignified tread towards the post, which he

immediately commenced encircling with a measured step, not unlike an

ancient dance, raising his voice, at the same time, in the wild and

irregular chant of his war-song. The notes were in the extremes of human

sounds; being sometimes melancholy and exquisitely plaintive, even

rivalling the melody of birds--and then, by sudden and startling

transitions, causing the auditors to tremble by their depth and energy.

The words were few and often repeated, proceeding gradually from a sort

of invocation, or hymn to the Deity, to an intimation of the warrior's

object, and terminating as they commenced with an acknowledgment of his

own dependence on the Great Spirit. If it were possible to translate the

comprehensive and melodious language in which he spoke, the ode might

read something like the following:

"Manitou! Manitou! Manitou!

Thou art great, thou art good, thou art wise:

Manitou! Manitou!

Thou art just.

"In the heavens, in the clouds, O, I see

Many spots--many dark, many red:

In the heavens, O, I see

Many clouds.

"In the woods, in the air, O, I hear

The whoop, the long yell, and the cry:

In the woods, O, I hear

The loud whoop!

"Manitou! Manitou! Manitou!

Thou art weak--thou art strong; I am slow:

Manitou! Manitou!

Give me aid."

At the end of what might be called each verse he made a pause, by

raising a note louder and longer than common, that was peculiarly suited

to the sentiment just expressed. The first close was solemn, and

intended to convey the idea of veneration; the second descriptive,

bordering on the alarming; and the third was the well known and terrific

war-whoop, which burst from the lips of the young warrior, like a

combination of all the frightful sounds of battle. The last was like the

first, humble and imploring. Three times did he repeat this song, and as

often did he encircle the post in his dance.

At the close of the first turn, a grave and highly esteemed chief of

the Lenape followed his example, singing words of his own, however, to

music of a similar character. Warrior after warrior enlisted in the

dance, until all of any renown and authority were numbered in its mazes.

The spectacle now became wildly terrific; the fierce-looking and

menacing visages of the chiefs receiving additional power from the

appalling strains in which they mingled their guttural tones. Just then

Uncas struck his tomahawk deep into the post, and raised his voice in a

shout, which might be termed his own battle-cry. The act announced that

he had assumed the chief authority in the intended expedition.

It was a signal that awakened all the slumbering passions of a nation. A

hundred youths, who had hitherto been restrained by the diffidence of

their years, rushed in a frantic body on the fancied emblem of their

enemy, and severed it asunder, splinter by splinter, until nothing

remained of the trunk but its roots in the earth. During this moment of

tumult, the most ruthless deeds of war were performed on the fragments

of the tree, with as much apparent ferocity as if they were the living

victims of their cruelty. Some were scalped; some received the keen and

trembling axe; and others suffered by thrusts from the fatal knife. In

short, the manifestations of zeal and fierce delight were so great and

unequivocal, that the expedition was declared to be a war of the nation.

The instant Uncas had struck the blow, he moved out of the circle, and

cast his eyes up to the sun, which was just gaining the point, when the

truce with Magua was to end. The fact was soon announced by a

significant gesture, accompanied by a corresponding cry; and the whole

of the excited multitude abandoned their mimic warfare, with shrill

yells of pleasure, to prepare for the more hazardous experiment of the

reality.

The whole face of the encampment was instantly changed. The warriors,

who were already armed and painted, became as still as if they were

incapable of any uncommon burst of emotion. On the other hand, the women

broke out of the lodges, with the songs of joy and those of lamentation,

so strangely mingled, that it might have been difficult to have said

which passion preponderated. None, however, were idle. Some bore their

choicest articles, others their young, and some their aged and infirm,

into the forest, which spread itself like a verdant carpet of bright

green against the side of the mountain. Thither Tamenund also retired,

with calm composure, after a short and touching interview with Uncas;

from whom the sage separated with the reluctance that a parent would

quit a long lost and just recovered child. In the meantime, Duncan saw

Alice to a place of safety, and then sought the scout, with a

countenance that denoted how eagerly he also panted for the approaching

contest.

But Hawkeye was too much accustomed to the war-song and the enlistments

of the natives, to betray any interest in the passing scene. He merely

cast an occasional look at the number and quality of the warriors, who,

from time to time, signified their readiness to accompany Uncas to the

field. In this particular he was soon satisfied; for, as has been

already seen, the power of the young chief quickly embraced every

fighting man in the nation. After this material point was so

satisfactorily decided, he despatched an Indian boy in quest of

"Killdeer" and the rifle of Uncas, to the place where they had deposited

the weapons on approaching the camp of the Delawares; a measure of

double policy, inasmuch as it protected the arms from their own fate, if

detained as prisoners, and gave them the advantage of appearing among

the strangers rather as sufferers than as men provided with the means of

defence and subsistence. In selecting another to perform the office of

reclaiming his highly prized rifle, the scout had lost sight of none of

his habitual caution. He knew that Magua had not come unattended, and he

also knew that Huron spies watched the movements of their new enemies,

along the whole boundary of the woods. It would, therefore, have been

fatal to himself to have attempted the experiment; a warrior would have

fared no better; but the danger of a boy would not be likely to commence

until after his object was discovered. When Heyward joined him, the

scout was coolly awaiting the result of this experiment.

The boy, who had been well instructed, and was sufficiently crafty,

proceeded, with a bosom that was swelling with the pride of such a

confidence, and all the hopes of young ambition, carelessly across the

clearing to the wood, which he entered at a point at some little

distance from the place where the guns were secreted. The instant,

however, he was concealed by the foliage of the bushes, his dusky form

was to be seen gliding, like that of a serpent, towards the desired

treasure. He was successful; and in another moment he appeared flying

across the narrow opening that skirted the base of the terrace on which

the village stood, with the velocity of an arrow, and bearing a prize

in each hand. He had actually gained the crags, and was leaping up their

sides with incredible activity, when a shot from the woods showed how

accurate had been the judgment of the scout. The boy answered it with a

feeble but contemptuous shout; and immediately a second bullet was sent

after him from another part of the cover. At the next instant he

appeared on the level above, elevating his guns in triumph, while he

moved with the air of a conqueror towards the renowned hunter who had

honored him by so glorious a commission.

Notwithstanding the lively interest Hawkeye had taken in the fate of his

messenger, he received "Killdeer" with a satisfaction that, momentarily,

drove all other recollections from his mind. After examining the piece

with an intelligent eye, and opening and shutting the pan some ten or

fifteen times, and trying sundry other equally important experiments on

the lock, he turned to the boy, and demanded with great manifestations

of kindness, if he was hurt. The urchin looked proudly up in his face,

but made no reply.

"Ah! I see, lad, the knaves have barked your arm!" added the scout,

taking up the limb of the patient sufferer, across which a deep flesh

wound had been made by one of the bullets; "but a little bruised alder

will act like a charm. In the meantime I will wrap it in a badge of

wampum! You have commenced the business of a warrior early, my brave

boy, and are likely to bear a plenty of honorable scars to your grave. I

know many young men that have taken scalps who cannot show such a mark

as this. Go!" having bound up the arm; "you will be a chief!"

The lad departed, prouder of his flowing blood than the vainest courtier

could be of his blushing ribbon; and stalked among the fellows of his

age, an object of general admiration and envy.

But in a moment of so many serious and important duties, this single act

of juvenile fortitude did not attract the general notice and

commendation it would have received under milder auspices. It had,

however, served to apprise the Delawares of the position and the

intentions of their enemies. Accordingly a party of adventurers, better

suited to the task than the weak though spirited boy, was ordered to

dislodge the skulkers. The duty was soon performed; for most of the

Hurons retired of themselves when they found they had been discovered.

The Delawares followed to a sufficient distance from their own

encampment, and then halted for orders, apprehensive of being led into

an ambush. As both parties secreted themselves, the woods were again as

still and quiet as a mild summer morning and deep solitude could render

them.

The calm but still impatient Uncas now collected his chiefs, and divided

his power. He presented Hawkeye as a warrior, often tried, and always

found deserving of confidence. When he found his friend met with a

favorable reception, he bestowed on him the command of twenty men, like

himself, active, skilful, and resolute. He gave the Delawares to

understand the rank of Heyward among the troops of the Yengeese, and

then tendered to him a trust of equal authority. But Duncan declined the

charge, professing his readiness to serve as a volunteer by the side of

the scout. After this disposition, the young Mohican appointed various

native chiefs to fill the different situations of responsibility, and

the time pressing, he gave forth the word to march. He was cheerfully,

but silently, obeyed by more than two hundred men.

Their entrance into the forest was perfectly unmolested; nor did they

encounter any living objects, that could either give the alarm, or

furnish the intelligence they needed, until they came upon the lairs of

their own scouts. Here a halt was ordered, and the chiefs were assembled

to hold a "whispering council."

At this meeting divers plans of operation were suggested, though none of

a character to meet the wishes of their ardent leader. Had Uncas

followed the promptings of his own inclinations, he would have led his

followers to the charge without a moment's delay, and put the conflict

to the hazard of an instant issue; but such a course would have been in

opposition to all the received practices and opinions of his countrymen.

He was, therefore, fain to adopt a caution that in the present temper of

his mind he execrated, and to listen to advice at which his fiery spirit

chafed, under the vivid recollection of Cora's danger and Magua's

insolence.

After an unsatisfactory conference of many minutes, a solitary

individual was seen advancing from the side of the enemy, with such

apparent haste, as to induce the belief he might be a messenger charged

with pacific overtures. When within a hundred yards, however, of the

cover behind which the Delaware council had assembled, the stranger

hesitated, appeared uncertain what course to take, and finally halted.

All eyes were now turned on Uncas, as if seeking directions how to

proceed.

"Hawkeye," said the young chief, in a low voice, "he must never speak to

the Hurons again."

"His time has come," said the laconic scout, thrusting the long barrel

of his rifle through the leaves, and taking his deliberate and fatal

aim. But, instead of pulling the trigger he lowered the muzzle again,

and indulged himself in a fit of his peculiar mirth. "I took the imp for

a Mingo, as I'm a miserable sinner!" he said; "but when my eye ranged

along his ribs for a place to get the bullet in--would you think it,

Uncas--I saw the musicianer's blower; and so, after all, it is the man

they call Gamut, whose death can profit no one, and whose life, if his

tongue can do anything but sing, may be made serviceable to our own

ends. If sounds have not lost their virtue, I'll soon have a discourse

with the honest fellow, and that in a voice he'll find more agreeable

than the speech of 'Killdeer.'"

So saying, Hawkeye laid aside his rifle; and crawling through the bushes

until within hearing of David, he attempted to repeat the musical

effort, which had conducted himself, with so much safety and _eclat_,

through the Huron encampment. The exquisite organs of Gamut could not

readily be deceived (and, to say the truth, it would have been difficult

for any other than Hawkeye to produce a similar noise), and

consequently, having once before heard the sounds, he now knew whence

they proceeded. The poor fellow appeared relieved from a state of great

embarrassment; for pursuing the direction of the voice--a task that to

him was not much less arduous than it would have been to have gone up in

the face of a battery--he soon discovered the hidden songster.

"I wonder what the Hurons will think of that!" said the scout, laughing,

as he took his companion by the arm, and urged him towards the rear. "If

the knaves lie within ear-shot, they will say there are two

non-compossers instead of one! But here we are safe," he added, pointing

to Uncas and his associates. "Now give us the history of the Mingo

inventions in natural English, and without any ups and downs of voice."

David gazed about him, at the fierce and wild-looking chiefs, in mute

wonder; but assured by the presence of faces that he knew, he soon

rallied his faculties so far as to make an intelligent reply.

"The heathen are abroad in goodly numbers," said David, "and, I fear,

with evil intent. There has been much howling and ungodly revelry,

together with such sounds as it is profanity to utter, in their

habitations within the past hour; so much so, in truth, that I have fled

to the Delawares in search of peace."

"Your ears might not have profited much by the exchange, had you been

quicker of foot," returned the scout, a little dryly. "But let that be

as it may; where are the Hurons?"

"They lie hid in the forest, between this spot and their village, in

such force, that prudence would teach you instantly to return."

Uncas cast a glance along the range of trees which concealed his own

band and mentioned the name of--

"Magua?"

"Is among them. He brought in the maiden that had sojourned with the

Delawares, and leaving her in the cave, has put himself, like a raging

wolf, at the head of his savages. I know not what has troubled his

spirit so greatly!"

"He has left her, you say, in the cave!" interrupted Heyward; "'tis well

that we know its situation! May not something be done for her instant

relief?"

Uncas looked earnestly at the scout, before he asked,--

"What says Hawkeye?"

"Give me twenty rifles, and I will turn to the right, along the stream;

and passing by the huts of the beaver, will join the Sagamore and the

colonel. You shall then hear the whoop from that quarter; with this wind

one may easily send it a mile. Then, Uncas, do you drive in their front;

when they come within range of our pieces, we will give them a blow

that, I pledge the good name of an old frontiersman, shall make their

line bend like an ashen bow. After which, we will carry their village,

and take the woman from the cave; when the affair may be finished with

the tribe, according to a white man's battle, by a blow and a victory;

or, in the Indian fashion, with dodge and cover. There may be no great

learning, major, in this plan, but with courage and patience it can all

be done."

"I like it much," cried Duncan, who saw the release of Cora was the

primary object in the mind of the scout; "I like it much. Let it be

instantly attempted."

After a short conference, the plan was matured, and rendered more

intelligible to the several parties; the different signals were

appointed, and the chiefs separated, each to his allotted station.

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