So foul a sky clears not without a storm.
—King John.
In the mean time the industrious and irreclaimable hours continued
their labours. The sun, which had been struggling through such masses
of vapour throughout the day, fell slowly in a streak of clear sky, and
thence sunk gloriously into the gloomy wastes, as he is wont to settle
into the waters of the ocean. The vast herds which had been grazing
among the wild pastures of the prairies, gradually disappeared, and the
endless flocks of aquatic birds, that were pursuing their customary
annual journey from the virgin lakes of the north towards the gulf of
Mexico, ceased to fan that air, which had now become loaded with dew
and vapour. In short, the shadows of night fell upon the rock, adding
the mantle of darkness to the other dreary accompaniments of the place.
As the light began to fail, Esther collected her younger children at
her side, and placing herself on a projecting point of her insulated
fortress, she sat patiently awaiting the return of the hunters. Ellen
Wade was at no great distance, seeming to keep a little aloof from the
anxious circle, as if willing to mark the distinction which existed in
their characters.
“Your uncle is, and always will be, a dull calculator, Nell,” observed
the mother, after a long pause in a conversation that had turned on the
labours of the day; “a lazy hand at figures and foreknowledge is that
said Ishmael Bush! Here he sat lolloping about the rock from light till
noon, doing nothing but scheme—scheme—scheme—with seven as noble boys
at his elbows as woman ever gave to man; and what’s the upshot? why,
night is setting in, and his needful work not yet ended.”
“It is not prudent, certainly, aunt,” Ellen replied, with a vacancy in
her air, that proved how little she knew what she was saying; “and it
is setting a very bad example to his sons.”
“Hoity, toity, girl! who has reared you up as a judge over your elders,
ay, and your betters, too! I should like to see the man on the whole
frontier, who sets a more honest example to his children than this same
Ishmael Bush! Show me, if you can, Miss Fault-finder, but not
fault-mender, a set of boys who will, on occasion, sooner chop a piece
of logging and dress it for the crop, than my own children; though I
say it myself, who, perhaps, should be silent; or a cradler that knows
better how to lead a gang of hands through a field of wheat, leaving a
cleaner stubble in his track, than my own good man! Then, as a father,
he is as generous as a lord; for his sons have only to name the spot
where they would like to pitch, and he gives ’em a deed of the
plantation, and no charge for papers is ever made!”
As the wife of the squatter concluded, she raised a hollow, taunting
laugh, that was echoed from the mouths of several juvenile imitators,
whom she was training to a life as shiftless and lawless as her own;
but which, notwithstanding its uncertainty, was not without its secret
charms.
“Holloa! old Eester;” shouted the well-known voice of her husband, from
the plain beneath; “ar’ you keeping your junkets, while we are finding
you in venison and buffaloe beef? Come down—come down, old girl, with
all your young; and lend us a hand to carry up the meat;—why, what a
frolic you ar’ in, woman! Come down, come down, for the boys are at
hand, and we have work here for double your number.”
Ishmael might have spared his lungs more than a moiety of the effort
they were compelled to make in order that he should be heard. He had
hardly uttered the name of his wife, before the whole of the crouching
circle rose in a body, and tumbling over each other, they precipitated
themselves down the dangerous passes of the rock with ungovernable
impatience. Esther followed the young fry with a more measured gait;
nor did Ellen deem it wise, or rather discreet, to remain behind.
Consequently, the whole were soon assembled at the base of the citadel,
on the open plain.
Here the squatter was found, staggering under the weight of a fine fat
buck, attended by one or two of his younger sons. Abiram quickly
appeared, and before many minutes had elapsed, most of the hunters
dropped in, singly and in pairs, each man bringing with him some fruits
of his prowess in the field.
“The plain is free from red-skins, to-night at least,” said Ishmael,
after the bustle of reception had a little subsided; “for I have
scoured the prairie for many long miles, on my own feet, and I call
myself a judge of the print of an Indian moccasin. So, old woman, you
can give us a few steaks of the venison, and then we will sleep on the
day’s work.”
“I’ll not swear there are no savages near us,” said Abiram. “I, too,
know something of the trail of a red-skin; and, unless my eyes have
lost some of their sight, I would swear, boldly, that there ar’ Indians
at hand. But wait till Asa comes in. He pass’d the spot where I found
the marks, and the boy knows something of such matters too.”
“Ay, the boy knows too much of many things,” returned Ishmael,
gloomily. “It will be better for him when he thinks he knows less. But
what matters it, Hetty, if all the Sioux tribes, west of the big river,
are within a mile of us; they will find it no easy matter to scale this
rock, in the teeth of ten bold men.”
“Call ’em twelve at once, Ishmael; call ’em twelve!” cried his
termagant assistant. “For if your moth-gathering, bug-hunting friend,
can be counted a man, I beg you will set me down as two. I will not
turn my back to him, with the rifle or the shot-gun; and for
courage!—the yearling heifer, that them skulking devils the Tetons
stole, was the biggest coward among us all, and after her came your
drivelling Doctor. Ah! Ishmael, you rarely attempt a regular trade but
you come out the loser; and this man, I reckon, is the hardest bargain
among them all! Would you think it, the fellow ordered me a blister
around my mouth, because I complained of a pain in the foot?”
“It is a pity, Eester,” the husband coolly answered, “that you did not
take it; I reckon it would have done considerable good. But, boys, if
it should turn out as Abiram thinks, that there are Indians near us, we
may have to scamper up the rock, and lose our suppers after all;
therefore we will make sure of the game, and talk over the performances
of the Doctor when we have nothing better to do.”
The hint was taken; and in a few minutes, the exposed situation in
which the family was collected, was exchanged for the more secure
elevation of the rock. Here Esther busied herself, working and scolding
with equal industry, until the repast was prepared; when she summoned
her husband to his meal in a voice as sonorous as that with which the
Imam reminds the Faithful of a more important duty.
When each had assumed his proper and customary place around the smoking
viands, the squatter set the example by beginning to partake of a
delicious venison steak, prepared like the hump of the bison, with a
skill that rather increased than concealed its natural properties. A
painter would gladly have seized the moment, to transfer the wild and
characteristic scene to the canvass.
The reader will remember that the citadel of Ishmael stood insulated,
lofty, ragged, and nearly inaccessible. A bright flashing fire that was
burning on the centre of its summit, and around which the busy group
was clustered, lent it the appearance of some tall Pharos placed in the
centre of the deserts, to light such adventurers as wandered through
their broad wastes. The flashing flame gleamed from one sun-burnt
countenance to another, exhibiting every variety of expression, from
the juvenile simplicity of the children, mingled as it was with a shade
of the wildness peculiar to their semi-barbarous lives, to the dull and
immovable apathy that dwelt on the features of the squatter, when
unexcited. Occasionally a gust of wind would fan the embers; and, as a
brighter light shot upwards, the little solitary tent was seen as it
were suspended in the gloom of the upper air. All beyond was enveloped,
as usual at that hour, in an impenetrable body of darkness.
“It is unaccountable that Asa should choose to be out of the way at
such a time as this,” Esther pettishly observed. “When all is finished
and to rights, we shall have the boy coming up, grumbling for his meal,
and hungry as a bear after his winter’s nap. His stomach is as true as
the best clock in Kentucky, and seldom wants winding up to tell the
time, whether of day or night. A desperate eater is Asa, when
a-hungered by a little work!”
Ishmael looked sternly around the circle of his silent sons, as if to
see whether any among them would presume to say aught in favour of the
absent delinquent. But now, when no exciting causes existed to arouse
their slumbering tempers, it seemed to be too great an effort to enter
on the defence of their rebellious brother. Abiram, however, who, since
the pacification, either felt, or affected to feel, a more generous
interest in his late adversary, saw fit to express an anxiety, to which
the others were strangers—
“It will be well if the boy has escaped the Tetons!” he muttered. “I
should be sorry to have Asa, who is one of the stoutest of our party,
both in heart and hand, fall into the power of the red devils.”
“Look to yourself, Abiram; and spare your breath, if you can use it
only to frighten the woman and her huddling girls. You have whitened
the face of Ellen Wade, already; who looks as pale as if she was
staring to-day at the very Indians you name, when I was forced to speak
to her through the rifle, because I couldn’t reach her ears with my
tongue. How was it, Nell! you have never given the reason of your
deafness?”
The colour of Ellen’s cheek changed as suddenly as the squatter’s piece
had flashed on the occasion to which he alluded, the burning glow
suffusing her features, until it even mantled her throat with its fine
healthful tinge. She hung her head abashed, but did not seem to think
it necessary to reply.
Ishmael, too sluggish to pursue the subject, or content with the
pointed allusion he had just made, rose from his seat on the rock, and
stretching his heavy frame, like a well-fed and fattened ox, he
announced his intention to sleep. Among a race who lived chiefly for
the indulgence of the natural wants, such a declaration could not fail
of meeting with sympathetic dispositions. One after another
disappeared, each seeking his or her rude dormitory; and, before many
minutes, Esther, who by this time had scolded the younger fry to sleep,
found herself, if we except the usual watchman below, in solitary
possession of the naked rock.
Whatever less valuable fruits had been produced in this uneducated
woman by her migratory habits, the great principle of female nature was
too deeply rooted ever to be entirely eradicated. Of a powerful, not to
say fierce temperament, her passions were violent and difficult to be
smothered. But, however she might and did abuse the accidental
prerogatives of her situation, love for her offspring, while it often
slumbered, could never be said to become extinct. She liked not the
protracted absence of Asa. Too fearless herself to have hesitated an
instant on her own account about crossing the dark abyss, into which
she now sat looking with longing eyes, her busy imagination, in
obedience to this inextinguishable sentiment, began to conjure nameless
evils on account of her son. It might be true, as Abiram had hinted,
that he had become a captive to some of the tribes who were hunting the
buffaloe in that vicinity, or even a still more dreadful calamity might
have befallen. So thought the mother, while silence and darkness lent
their aid to the secret impulses of nature.
Agitated by these reflections, which put sleep at defiance, Esther
continued at her post, listening with that sort of acuteness which is
termed instinct in the animals a few degrees below her in the scale of
intelligence, for any of those noises which might indicate the approach
of footsteps. At length, her wishes had an appearance of being
realised, for the long desired sounds were distinctly audible, and
presently she distinguished the dim form of a man at the base of the
rock.
“Now, Asa, richly do you deserve to be left with an earthen bed this
blessed night!” the woman began to mutter, with a revolution in her
feelings, that will not be surprising to those who have made the
contradictions that give variety to the human character a study. “And a
hard one I’ve a mind it shall be! Why Abner; Abner; you Abner, do you
sleep? Let me not see you dare to open the hole, till I get down. I
will know who it is that wishes to disturb a peaceable, ay, and an
honest family too, at such a time in the night as this!”
“Woman!” exclaimed a voice, that intended to bluster, while the speaker
was manifestly a little apprehensive of the consequences; “Woman, I
forbid you on pain of the law to project any of your infernal missiles.
I am a citizen, and a freeholder, and a graduate of two universities;
and I stand upon my rights! Beware of malice prepense, of
chance-medley, and of manslaughter. It is I—your amicus; a friend and
inmate. I—Dr. Obed Battius.”
“Who?” demanded Esther, in a voice that nearly refused to convey her
words to the ears of the anxious listener beneath. “Did you say it was
not Asa?”
“Nay, I am neither Asa, nor Absalom, nor any of the Hebrew princes, but
Obed, the root and stock of them all. Have I not said, woman, that you
keep one in attendance who is entitled to a peaceable as well as an
honourable admission? Do you take me for an animal of the class
amphibia, and that I can play with my lungs as a blacksmith does with
his bellows?”
The naturalist might have expended his breath much longer, without
producing any desirable result, had Esther been his only auditor.
Disappointed and alarmed, the woman had already sought her pallet, and
was preparing, with a sort of desperate indifference, to compose
herself to sleep. Abner, the sentinel below, however, had been aroused
from an exceedingly equivocal situation by the outcry; and as he had
now regained sufficient consciousness to recognise the voice of the
physician, the latter was admitted with the least possible delay. Dr.
Battius bustled through the narrow entrance, with an air of singular
impatience, and was already beginning to mount the difficult ascent,
when catching a view of the porter, he paused, to observe with an air
that he intended should be impressively admonitory—
“Abner, there are dangerous symptoms of somnolency about thee! It is
sufficiently exhibited in the tendency to hiation, and may prove
dangerous not only to yourself, but to all thy father’s family.”
“You never made a greater mistake, Doctor,” returned the youth, gaping
like an indolent lion; “I haven’t a symptom, as you call it, about any
part of me; and as to father and the children, I reckon the small-pox
and the measles have been thoroughly through the breed these many
months ago.”
Content with his brief admonition, the naturalist had surmounted half
the difficulties of the ascent before the deliberate Abner ended his
justification. On the summit, Obed fully expected to encounter Esther,
of whose linguacious powers he had too often been furnished with the
most sinister reproofs, and of which he stood in an awe too salutary to
covet a repetition of the attacks. The reader can foresee that he was
to be agreeably disappointed. Treading lightly, and looking timidly
over his shoulder, as if he apprehended a shower of something, even
more formidable than words, the Doctor proceeded to the place which had
been allotted to himself in the general disposition of the dormitories.
Instead of sleeping, the worthy naturalist sat ruminating over what he
had both seen and heard that day, until the tossing and mutterings
which proceeded from the cabin of Esther, who was his nearest
neighbour, advertised him of the wakeful situation of its inmate.
Perceiving the necessity of doing something to disarm this female
Cerberus, before his own purpose could be accomplished, the Doctor,
reluctant as he was to encounter her tongue, found himself compelled to
invite a colloquial communication.
“You appear not to sleep, my very kind and worthy Mrs. Bush,” he said,
determined to commence his applications with a plaster that was usually
found to adhere; “you appear to rest badly, my excellent hostess; can I
administer to your ailings?”
“What would you give me, man?” grumbled Esther; “a blister to make me
sleep?”
“Say rather a cataplasm. But if you are in pain, here are some cordial
drops, which, taken in a glass of my own cogniac, will give you rest,
if I know aught of the materia medica.”
The Doctor, as he very well knew, had assailed Esther on her weak side;
and, as he doubted not of the acceptable quality of his prescription,
he sat himself at work, without unnecessary delay, to prepare it. When
he made his offering, it was received in a snappish and threatening
manner, but swallowed with a facility that sufficiently proclaimed how
much it was relished. The woman muttered her thanks, and her leech
reseated himself in silence, to await the operation of the dose. In
less than half an hour the breathing of Esther became so profound, and,
as the Doctor himself might have termed it, so very abstracted, that
had he not known how easy it was to ascribe this new instance of
somnolency to the powerful dose of opium with which he had garnished
the brandy, he might have seen reason to distrust his own prescription.
With the sleep of the restless woman, the stillness became profound and
general.
Then Dr. Battius saw fit to arise, with the silence and caution of the
midnight robber, and to steal out of his own cabin, or rather kennel,
for it deserved no better name, towards the adjoining dormitories. Here
he took time to assure himself that all his neighbours were buried in
deep sleep. Once advised of this important fact, he hesitated no
longer, but commenced the difficult ascent which led to the upper
pinnacle of the rock. His advance, though abundantly guarded, was not
entirely noiseless; but while he was felicitating himself on having
successfully effected his object, and he was in the very act of placing
his foot on the highest ledge a hand was laid upon the skirts of his
coat, which as effectually put an end to his advance, as if the
gigantic strength of Ishmael himself had pinned him to the earth.
“Is there sickness in the tent,” whispered a soft voice in his very
ear, “that Dr. Battius is called to visit it at such an hour?”
So soon as the heart of the naturalist had returned from its hasty
expedition into his throat, as one less skilled than Dr. Battius in the
formation of the animal would have been apt to have accounted for the
extraordinary sensation with which he received this unlooked-for
interruption, he found resolution to reply; using, as much in terror as
in prudence, the same precaution in the indulgence of his voice.
“My worthy Nelly! I am greatly rejoiced to find it is no other than
thee. Hist! child, hist! Should Ishmael gain a knowledge of our plans,
he would not hesitate to cast us both from this rock, upon the plain
beneath. Hist! Nelly, hist!”
As the Doctor delivered his injunctions between the intervals of his
ascent, by the time they were concluded, both he and his auditor had
gained the upper level.
“And now, Dr. Battius,” the girl gravely demanded, “may I know the
reason why you have run so great a risk of flying from this place,
without wings, and at the certain expense of your neck?”
“Nothing shall be concealed from thee, worthy and trusty Nelly—but are
you certain that Ishmael will not awake?”
“No fear of him; he will sleep until the sun scorches his eyelids. The
danger is from my aunt.”
“Esther sleepeth!” the Doctor sententiously replied. “Ellen, you have
been watching on this rock, to-day?”
“I was ordered to do so.”
“And you have seen the bison, and the antelope, and the wolf, and the
deer, as usual; animals of the orders, pecora, belluae, and ferae.”
“I have seen the creatures you named in English, but I know nothing of
the Indian languages.”
“There is still an order that I have not named, which you have also
seen. The primates—is it not true?”
“I cannot say. I know no animal by that name.”
“Nay, Ellen, you confer with a friend. Of the genus, homo, child?”
“Whatever else I may have had in view, I have not seen the vespertilio
horribi—”
“Hush, Nelly, thy vivacity will betray us! Tell me, girl, have you not
seen certain bipeds, called men, wandering about the prairies?”
“Surely. My uncle and his sons have been hunting the buffaloe, since
the sun began to fall.”
“I must speak in the vernacular, to be comprehended. Ellen, I would say
of the species, Kentucky.”
Though Ellen reddened like the rose, her blushes were concealed by the
darkness. She hesitated an instant, and then summoned sufficient spirit
to say, decidedly—
“If you wish to speak in parables, Doctor Battius, you must find
another listener. Put your questions plainly in English, and I will
answer them honestly in the same tongue.”
“I have been journeying in this desert, as thou knowest, Nelly, in
quest of animals that have been hidden from the eyes of science, until
now. Among others, I have discovered a primates, of the genus, homo;
species, Kentucky; which I term, Paul—”
“Hist, for the sake of mercy!” said Ellen; “speak lower, Doctor, or we
shall be ruined.”
“Hover; by profession a collector of the apes, or bee,” continued the
other. “Do I use the vernacular now,—am I understood?”
“Perfectly, perfectly,” returned the girl, breathing with difficulty,
in her surprise. “But what of him? did he tell you to mount this
rock?—he knows nothing, himself; for the oath I gave my uncle has shut
my mouth.”
“Ay, but there is one that has taken no oath, who has revealed all. I
would that the mantle which is wrapped around the mysteries of nature,
were as effectually withdrawn from its hidden treasures! Ellen! Ellen!
the man with whom I have unwittingly formed a compactum, or agreement,
is sadly forgetful of the obligations of honesty! Thy uncle, child.”
“You mean Ishmael Bush, my father’s brother’s widow’s husband,”
returned the offended girl, a little proudly.—“Indeed, indeed, it is
cruel to reproach me with a tie that chance has formed, and which I
would rejoice so much to break for ever!”
The humbled Ellen could utter no more, but sinking on a projection of
the rock, she began to sob in a manner that rendered their situation
doubly critical. The Doctor muttered a few words, which he intended as
an apologetic explanation, but before he had time to complete his
laboured vindication, she arose and said with decision—
“I did not come here to pass my time in foolish tears, nor you to try
to stop them. What then has brought you hither?”
“I must see the inmate of that tent.”
“You know what it contains?”
“I am taught to believe I do; and I bear a letter, which I must deliver
with my own hands. If the animal prove a quadruped, Ishmael is a true
man—if a biped, fledged or unfledged, I care not, he is false, and our
compactum at an end!”
Ellen made a sign for the Doctor to remain where he was, and to be
silent. She then glided into the tent, where she continued many
minutes, that proved exceedingly weary and anxious to the expectant
without, but the instant she returned, she took him by the arm, and
together they entered beneath the folds of the mysterious cloth.