One hour after the sun had risen again, three travelers took their way
onward from the house of Mr. Prevost, along a path which led to the
northeast.
Two other persons watched them from the door of the house, and two
negro men and a negro woman gazed after them from the corner of the
building which joined on to a low fence encircling the stable and
poultry yard, and running on round the well cultivated kitchen garden.
The negro woman shook her head, and looked sorrowful, and sighed, but
said nothing. The two men talked freely of the imprudence of "Master"
in suffering his son to go upon such an expedition.
Mr. Prevost and his daughter gazed in silence till the receding
figures were hidden by the trees. Then the master of the house led
Edith back, saying: "God will protect him, my child. A parent was not
given to crush the energies of youth, but to direct them."
In the meanwhile, Lord H---- and his guide, Captain Brooks, according
to his English name, or Woodchuck, in the Indian parlance, followed by
Walter Prevost, made their way rapidly and easily through the wood.
The two former were dressed in the somewhat anomalous attire which I
have described in first introducing the worthy Captain to the reader;
but Walter was in the ordinary costume of the people of the province
of that day, except inasmuch as he had his rifle in his hand and a
large leathern wallet slung over his left shoulder. Each of his
companions, too, had a rifle hung across the back by a broad leathern
band; and each was furnished with a hatchet at his girdle, and a long
pipe, with a curiously carved stem, in his hand.
Although they were not pursuing any of the public provincial roads,
and were consequently obliged to walk singly, the one following the
other, yet Woodchuck, who led the way, had no difficulty in finding
it, or in proceeding steadily.
We are told by an old writer of those days, who, unlike many modern
writers, witnessed all he described with his own eyes, that the Indian
trails, or footpaths, were innumerable over that large tract of
country which the Five Nations called their "Long House," crossing and
recrossing each other in every different direction, sometimes almost
lost where the ground was hard and dry, sometimes indenting by the
repeated pressure of many feet, the natural soil to the depth of
thirty-six or forty inches.
It was along one of these that the travelers were passing, and
although a stump here and there, or a young tree springing up in the
midst of a trail, offered an occasional impediment, it was rarely of
such a nature as to retard the travelers in their course, or
materially add to their fatigue.
With the calm assurance and unhesitating rapidity of a practised
woodsman, Brooks led his two companions forward without doubt as to
his course. No great light had he, it is true, for though the sun was
actually above the horizon, and now and then his slanting rays found
their way through some more open space, and gilded the pathway, in
general the thick trees and underwood formed a shade which at that
early hour the light could hardly penetrate, and the sober morning was
to these travelers still dressed almost in the dark hues of night.
"Set your steps in mine," said Woodchuck, speaking in a whisper over
his shoulder to Lord H----, "then we shall be real Indians. Don't you
know that when they go out on the war path, as they call it, each man
puts down his foot just where his leader put down his before? So, come
dog, come cat, no one can tell how many went to Jack Pilberry's barn."
"But do you think there is any real danger?" asked Lord H----.
"There is always danger in a dark wood and a dark eye," answered
Woodchuck, with a laugh, "but no more danger here than in Prevost's
cottage, from either the one or the other, for you or for Walter. As
for me, I am safe anywhere."
"But you are taking strange precautions where there is no danger,"
replied Lord H----, who could not banish all doubts of his wild
companion. "You speak in whispers, and advise us to follow all the
cunning devices of the Indians in a wood which we passed through
fearlessly yesterday."
"I am just as fearless now as you were then, if you passed through
this wood," answered Brooks, in a graver tone, "but you are not a
woodsman, or you'd understand better. What I mean, sir, is that we are
so often in danger, we think it best to act as if we were always in
it; and never knowing how near it may be, to make as sure as we can
that we keep it at a distance. You cannot tell there is not an Indian
in every bush you pass, and yet you'd chatter as loud as if you were
in any lady's drawing-room. But I, though I know there is ne'er a one,
don't speak louder than a grasshopper's hind legs, for fear I would
get into the habit of talking loud in the forest."
"There is some truth, my friend, I believe in what you say," replied
Lord H----, "but I hear a sound growing louder and louder as we
advance. It is the cataract, I suppose."
"Yes, just the waterfall," answered the other, in an indifferent tone.
"Down half a mile below it Master Walter will find the boat that will
take him to Albany. Then you and I can snake up by the side of the
river till we have gone as far as we have a mind to. I shouldn't
wonder if we got a shot at somewhat on four, a moose or a painter, or
a looksevere, or something of that kind. Pity we haven't got a canoe
or a batteau, or something to put our game in."
"In heaven's name, what do you call a looksevere?" asked Lord
H----.
"Why, the French folks call it a loup-cervier," answered Brooks. "I
guess you never saw one. But he is not as pleasant as a pretty maid in
a by-place, is he, Walter? He puts himself up into a tree, and there
he watches, looking full asleep; but with the devil that is in him
moving every joint of his tail the moment he hears anything come
trotting along; and when it is just under him down he drops upon it
plump, like a rifle shot into a pumpkin."
The conversation then fell off into a word or two spoken now and
then, and the voice of the waters grew loud and more loud until Lord
H---- could hardly hear his own footfalls. The more practised ear of
Brooks, however, caught every sound, and at length he exclaimed:
"What's alive? Why are you cocking your rifle, Walter?"
"Hush!" said the lad, "there is something stealing on there, just
behind the bushes. It is an Indian, I think, going on all fours. Look
quietly out there."
"More likely a bear," replied Woodchuck, in the same low tone which
the other had used. "I see--I see. It's not a bear either, but it's
not an Indian. It's gone--no, there it is again. Hold hard--let him
climb. It's a painter. Here, Walter, come up in front--you shall have
him. The cur smells fresh meat. He'll climb in an instant. There he
goes--no, the critter's on again. We shall lose him if we don't mind.
Quick, Walter! Spread out there to the right. I will take the left,
and we shall drive him to the water, where he must climb. You, Major,
keep right on ahead. Mind, take the middle trail all along, and look
up at the branches, or you may have him on your head. There, he's
heading south. Quick, Walter, quick!"
Lord H---- had as yet seen nothing of the object discovered by the
eyes of his two companions, but he had sufficient of the sportsman in
his nature to enter into all their eagerness, and unslinging his rifle
he followed the path or trail along which they had been proceeding,
while Walter Prevost darted away into the tangled bushes on his right,
and Woodchuck stole more quietly in amongst the trees on his left. He
could hear the branches rustle, and for nearly a quarter of a mile
could trace their course on either side of him by the various little
signs--of now a waving branch, now a slight sound. Once, and only
once, he thought he saw the panther cross the trail, but it was at a
spot peculiarly dark, and he did not feel at all sure that fancy had
not deceived him.
The roar of the cataract in the meantime increased each moment, and it
was evident to the young nobleman that he and his companions, on their
different courses, were approaching more and more closely to some
large stream, toward which it was the plan of good Captain Brooks to
force the object of their pursuit. At length, too, the light became
stronger, and he heard the report of a rifle, then a fierce, snarling
sound, and then a shout from Walter Prevost.
Knowing how dangerous the wounded panther is, the young officer,
without hesitation, darted away into the brush to aid Edith's brother,
for by this time it was in that light that he generally thought of
him; and the lad soon heard his approach, and guided him by his voice,
calling, "Here! here!" There was no alarm or agitation in his
tones--they were rather those of triumph; and a moment after, as he
caught sight of his friend coming forward, he added: "He's a splendid
beast. I must have the skin off him."
Lord H---- drew nigh, somewhat relaxing his speed when he found there
was no danger, and in another minute he was by the side of the lad,
who was quietly recharging his rifle, while at some six or seven yards
distance lay a large panther of the American species, mortally
wounded, and quite powerless of evil, but not yet quite dead.
"Keep away from him--keep away!" cried Walter, as the young nobleman
approached. "They sometimes tear on terribly, even at the last gasp."
"Why, he is nearly as big as a tiger," said Lord H----.
"He is a splendid fellow," answered Walter, joyfully. "One might live
a hundred years in England without finding such game."
Lord H---- smiled, and remained for a moment or two, till the young
man's rifle was reloaded, gazing at the beast in silence.
Suddenly, however, they both heard the sound of another rifle on the
left, and Walter exclaimed, "Woodchuck has got one, too!" But the
report was followed by a yell very different from the snarl or growl
of a wounded beast. "That's no panther's cry!" exclaimed Walter
Prevost, his cheek turning somewhat pale. "What can have happened?"
"It sounded like a human voice," said Lord H----, listening, "like
that of someone in sudden agony. I trust our friend the Woodchuck has
not shot himself by some accident."
"It was not a white man's voice," said Walter, bending his ear in the
direction from which had come the sounds. But all was still, and the
young man raised his voice and shouted to his companion.
No answer was returned, however, and Lord H----, exclaiming, "We had
better seek him at once--he may need help!" darted away toward the
spot whence his ear told him the shot had come.
"A little more to the right, my lord, a little more to the right!"
said Walter. "You will hit on a trail in a minute." And raising his
voice again, he shouted: "Woodchuck! Woodchuck!" with evident alarm
and distress.
He was right in the supposition that they should soon find some path.
They quickly struck an Indian trail crossing that on which they had
been previously proceeding, and leading in the direction in which they
wished to go. Both then hurried on with greater rapidity, Walter
rather running than walking, and Lord H---- following, with his rifle
cocked in his hand. They had not far to go, however, for the trail
soon opened upon a small piece of grassy savanna, lying close upon the
river's edge, and in the midst of it they beheld a sight which was
terrible enough in itself, but which afforded less apprehension and
grief to the mind of Lord H---- than to that of Walter Prevost, who
was better acquainted with the Indian habits and character.
About ten yards from the mouth of the path appeared the powerful form
of Captain Brooks, with his folded arms leaning on the muzzle of his
discharged rifle. He was as motionless as a statue, his brow
contracted, his brown cheek very pale, and his eyes bent forward upon
an object lying upon the grass before him. It was the form of a dead
Indian, weltering in his blood. The dead man's head was bare of all
covering except the scalp-lock. He was painted with the war colors,
and in his hand, as he lay, he grasped the tomahawk, as if it had been
raised in the act to strike the moment before he fell. To the eyes of
Lord H---- his tribe or nation was an undiscovered secret, but certain
small signs and marks in his garb, and even in his features, showed
Walter Prevost at once that he was not only one of the Five Nations,
but an Oneida. The full and terrible importance of the fact will be
seen by what followed.
For some two minutes the three living men stood silent in the presence
of the dead, and Walter exclaimed, in a tone of deep grief: "Alas!
Woodchuck, what have you done?"
"Saved my scalp," answered Brooks, sternly, and fell into silence
again.
There was another long silence, and then Lord H----, mistaking in some
degree the causes of the man's strong emotion, laid his hand upon the
hunter's arm, saying: "Come away, my friend. Why should you linger
here?"
"It's no use," answered Woodchuck, gloomily. "He had a woman with him,
and it will soon be known all through the tribe."
"But for your own safety," said Walter, "yon had better fly. It is
very sad indeed--what could make him attack you?"
"An old grudge, Master Walter," answered Brooks, seating himself
deliberately on the ground and laying his rifle across his knee. "I
knew the critter well, the Striped Snake they called him, and a snake
he was. He tried to cheat and to rob me, and I made it plain to the
whole tribe. Some laughed, and thought it fair, but old Black Eagle
scorned and rebuked him, and he has hated me ever since. He has been
long watching for this, and now he has got it."
"Well, well," said Walter, "what's done cannot be undone, and you had
better get away as fast as may be, for Black Eagle told me he had left
three scouts behind to bring tidings in case of danger, and we cannot
tell how near the others may be."
"This was one of them," answered Brooks, still keeping his seat and
gazing at the Indian. "But what is safety to me, Walter? I can no more
roam the forests. I can no more pursue my way of life. I must go into
dull and smoky cities and plod amongst thieving, cheating crowds of
white men. The rifle and the hatchet must be laid aside forever; the
forest grass must know my foot no more. Flowers and green leaves and
rushing streams and the broad lake and the mountain top are lost and
gone, the watch under the deep boughs and by the silent waters. Close
pressed amidst the toiling herd, I shall become sordid and low and
filthy as they are; my free nature lost and gyves upon my spirit. All
life's blessings are gone from me; why should I care for life?"
There was something uncommonly plaintive, mournful and earnest in his
tones, and Lord H---- could not help feeling for him, although he did
not comprehend fully the occasion of his grief. "But, my good friend,"
he said, "I cannot perceive how your having slain this Indian in your
own defence can bring such a train of miseries upon you. You would not
have killed him if he had not attacked you."
"Alas for me! alas for me!" was all the answer the poor man made.
"You do not know their habits, sir," said Walter, in a low voice.
"They must have blood for blood. If he stays here, if he ever returns,
go where he will in the Indian territory, they will track him, they
will follow him day and night. He will be amongst them like one of the
wild beasts whom we chase so eagerly--pursued from place to place with
the hatchet always hanging over his head. There is no safety for him
but far away in the provinces beyond those towns that Indians ever
visit. So persuade him to come away and leave the body. He can go down
with me to Albany, and thence make his way to New York or
Philadelphia."
For some minutes Brooks remained deaf to all arguments. His whole mind
and thoughts seemed occupied with the terrible conviction that the
wild scenes and the free life which he enjoyed so intensely were lost
forever.
Suddenly, however, when Lord H---- was just about to give up in
despair the task of persuading him, he started up as if some new
thought struck him, and gazing first at Walter and then at the young
officer, he exclaimed: "But I am keeping you here, and you, too, may
be murdered! The death spot is upon me, and it will spread to all
around. I am ready to go. I will bear my fate as well as I can, but it
is very, very hard. Come! Let us begone quick--stay! I will charge my
rifle first. Who knows how soon we may need it for such bloody work
again!"
All his energy seemed to have returned in a moment, and it deserted
him not again. He charged his rifle with wonderful rapidity, tossed it
under his arm, and took a step as if to go. Then for a moment he
paused, and advancing close to the dead Indian gazed at him sternly.
"Oh, my enemy," he cried, "thou saidst thou wouldst have revenge, and
thou hast had it--far more bitter than if thy hatchet had entered into
my skull, and I were lying in thy place."
Turning round as soon as he had spoken, he led the way back along the
trail, murmuring rather to himself than to his companions: "The
instinct of self-preservation is very strong. Better for me had I let
him slay me. I know not how I was fool enough to fire. Come, Walter,
we must get round the falls, where we shall find some batteaux that
will carry us down."
He walked along for some five minutes in silence, and suddenly looked
round to Lord H----, exclaiming: "But what's to become of him? How is
he to find his way back again? Come! I will go back with him--it
matters not if they do catch me and scalp me. I do not like to be
dogged and tracked and followed and taken unawares. I can but die at
last. I will go back with him as soon as you are in the boat, Walter."
"No, no, Woodchuck! That will not do!" replied the lad. "You forget
that if they found you with him they would kill him, too. I will tell
you how we will manage it. Let him come down with us to the point,
then there is a straight road up to the house, and we can get one of
the batteaux men to go up with him and show him the way, unless he
likes to go on with me to Albany."
"I cannot do that," replied Lord H----, "for I promised to be back at
your father's house by to-morrow night, and matters of much importance
may have to be decided. But I can easily land at the point, as you
say--whatever point you may mean--and find my way back. As for myself,
I have no fears. There seem to be but a few scattered parties of
Indians of different tribes roaming about, and I trust that anything
like general hostility is at an end for this year at least."
"In Indian warfare the danger is the greatest, I have heard, when it
seems the least," replied Walter Prevost; "but from the point to the
house, some fourteen or sixteen miles, the road is perfectly safe, for
it is the only one on which large numbers of persons are passing to
and from Albany."
"It will be safe enough," said Woodchuck; "that way is always quiet;
and besides, a wise man and a powerful one could travel at any time
from one end of the Long House to the other without risk--unless there
were special cause. It is bad shooting we have had to-day, Walter, but
still I should have liked to have the skin of that panther. He seemed
to me an unextinguishable fine crittur."
"He was a fine creature, and that I know, for I shot him, Woodchuck,"
said Walter Prevost, with some pride in the achievement. "I wanted to
send the skin to Otaitsa--but it cannot be helped."
"Let us go and get it now!" cried Woodchuck, with the ruling passion
strong in death. "'Tis but a step back. Darn those Ingians! Why should
I care?"
But both his companions urged him forward, and they continued their
way through woods skirting the river for somewhat more than two miles,
first rising gently to a spot where the roar of the waters was heard
distinctly, and then, after descending, rising again to a rocky point
midway between the highest ground and the water level, where a small
congregation of huts had been gathered together, principally inhabited
by boatmen, and surrounded by a stout palisade.
The scene at the hamlet itself had nothing very remarkable in it. Here
were women sitting at the door, knitting and sewing, men lounging
about or mending nets or making lines, children playing in the dirt,
as usual, both inside and outside of the palisade. The traces of more
than one nation could be discovered in the features as well as in the
tongues of the inhabitants, and it was not difficult to perceive that
here had been congregated, by the force of circumstances into which it
is not necessary to inquire, sundry fragments of Dutch, English,
Indian, and even French--races all bound together by a community of
object and pursuit.
The approach of the three strangers did not in any degree startle the
good people from their idleness or their occupations. The carrying
trade was then a very good one, especially in remote places where
traveling was difficult, and these people could always make a very
tolerable livelihood without any very great or continuous exertion.
The result of such a state of things is always very detrimental to
activity of mind or body, and the boatmen, though they sauntered up
round Lord H---- and his companions, divining that some profitable
piece of work was before them, showed amazing indifference as to
whether they would undertake it or not. But that which astonished Lord
H---- the most was to see the deliberate coolness with which Woodchuck
set about making his bargain for the conveyance of himself and Walter
to Albany. He sat down upon a large stone within the enclosure, took a
knife from his pocket and a piece of wood from the ground, and began
cutting the latter with the former with as tranquil and careless an
air as if there were no heavy thought upon his mind--no dark memory
behind him--no terrible fate dogging him at the heels. But Woodchuck
and Walter were both well known to the boatmen, and though they might
probably have attempted to impose upon the inexperience of the lad,
they knew they had met their match in the shrewdness of his companion,
and were not aware that any circumstance rendered speed more valuable
to him than money. The bargaining, then, was soon concluded, but
Captain Brooks was not contented till he had bargained also for the
services of two men in guiding Lord H---- back to the house of Mr.
Prevost. This was undertaken for a dollar apiece, however, and then
the whole party proceeded to the bank of the river, where a boat was
soon unmoored, and Walter and his companion set forth upon their
journey, not, however, till Lord H---- had shaken the latter warmly by
the hand, and said a few words in the ear of Captain Brooks, adding:
"Walter will tell you more, and how to communicate with me."
"Thank you, thank you," replied the hunter, wringing his hand hard. "A
friend in need is a friend indeed. I do not want it, but I thank you
as much as if I did; but you shall hear if I do, for somehow I guess
you are not the man to say what you don't mean."
After seeing his two companions row down the stream a few yards, the
young nobleman turned to the boatmen who accompanied him, saying:
"Now, my lads, I want to make a change of our arrangements, and to go
back the short way by which we came. I did not interrupt our good
friend Woodchuck, because he was anxious about my safety. There are
some Indians in the forest, and he feared I might get scalped.
However, we shot a panther there which we could not stay to skin, as
their business in Albany was pressing. Now I want the skin, and am not
afraid of the Indians--are you?"
The men laughed, and replied in the negative, saying that there were
none of the redmen there but four or five Oneidas and Mohawks, but
adding that the way, though shorter, was much more difficult and
bushy, and therefore they must have more pay. Lord H----, however, was
less difficult to deal with than Captain Brooks, and yielded readily
to their demands.
Each of the men then armed himself with a rifle and took a bag of
parched corn with him, and the three set out.
Lord H---- undertook to guide them to the spot where the panther lay,
and not a little did they wonder at the accuracy and precision with
which his military habits of observation enabled him to direct them
step by step. He took great care not to let them approach the spot
where the dead Indian had been slain, but turning about a quarter of a
mile to the south, led them across the thicket to within a very few
yards of the object of his search. It was soon found, when they came
near the place, and about half an hour was employed in taking off the
skin and packing it up for carriage.
"Now," said Lord H----, "will you two undertake to have this skin
properly cured and dispatched by the first trader going west to the
Oneida village?"
The men readily agreed to do so if well paid for it, but, of course,
required further directions, saying there were a dozen or more Oneida
villages.
"It will be sure to reach its destination," said Lord H----, "if you
tell the bearer to deliver it to Otaitsa, which, I believe, means the
Blossom, the daughter of Black Eagle, the sachem. Say that it comes
from Walter Prevost."
"Oh, aye," answered the boatmen, "it shall be done; but we shall have
to pay the man who carries it."
The arrangement in regard to payment was soon made, though it was
somewhat exorbitant; but to insure that the commission was faithfully
executed, Lord H---- reserved a portion of the money, to be given when
he heard that the skin had been delivered.
The rest of the journey was passed without interruption or difficulty,
and at an early hour of the evening the young nobleman stood once more
at the door of his fellow countryman's house.