If I would do this for blustering, bullying, talking Hurry,
who has nothing but good looks to recommend him, you may judge what
I would do for my own father."
"This sounds well, and is according to woman's
gifts. Ah's, me! The same feelin's is to be found among the young
women of the Delawares. I've known 'em, often and often, sacrifice
their vanity to their hearts. Tis as it should be ñ 'tis as it
should be I suppose, in both colours. Woman was created for the
feelin's, and is pretty much ruled by feelin'."
"Would the savages let father go, if Judith and I
give them all our best things?" demanded Hetty, in her innocent,
mild, manner.
"Their women might interfere, good Hetty; yes, their
women might interfere with such an ind in view. But, tell me,
Sarpent, how is it as to squaws among the knaves; have they many of
their own women in the camp?"
The Delaware heard and understood all that passed,
though with Indian gravity and finesse he had sat with averted
face, seemingly inattentive to a discourse in which he had no
direct concern. Thus appealed to, however, he answered his friend
in his ordinary sententious manner.
"Six ñ " he said, holding up all the fingers of one
hand, and the thumb of the other, "besides this." The last number
denoted his betrothed, whom, with the poetry and truth of nature,
he described by laying his hand on his own heart.
"Did you see her, chief ñ did you get a glimpse of
her pleasant countenance, or come close enough to her ear, to sing
in it the song she loves to hear?"
"No, Deerslayer ñ the trees were too many, and
leaves covered their boughs like clouds hiding' the heavens in a
storm. But" ñ and the young warrior turned his dark face towards
his friend, with a smile on it that illuminated its fierce-looking
paint and naturally stern lineaments with a bright gleam of human
feeling, "Chingachgook heard the laugh of Wah-ta-Wah, and knew it
from the laugh of the women of the Iroquois. It sounded in his
ears, like the chirp of the wren."
"Ay, trust a lovyer's ear for that, and a Delaware's
ear for all sounds that are ever heard in the woods. I know not why
it is so, Judith, but when young men ñ and I dares to say it may be
all the same with young women, too ñ but when they get to have kind
feelin's towards each other, it's wonderful how pleasant the laugh,
or the speech becomes, to the other person. I've seen grim warriors
listening to the chattering and the laughing of young gals, as if
it was church music, such as is heard in the old Dutch church that
stands in the great street of Albany, where I've been, more than
once, with peltry and game."
"And you, Deerslayer," said Judith quickly, and with
more sensibility than marked her usually light and thoughtless
manner, ñ "have you never felt how pleasant it is to listen to the
laugh of the girl you love?"
"Lord bless you gal! ñ Why I've never lived enough
among my own colour to drop into them sort of feelin's, ñ no never!
I dares to say, they are nat'ral and right, but to me there's no
music so sweet as the sighing of the wind in the tree tops, and the
rippling of a stream from a full, sparkling, natyve fountain of
pure forest water ñ unless, indeed," he continued, dropping his
head for an instant in a thoughtful manner ñ "unless indeed it be
the open mouth of a sartain hound, when I'm on the track of a fat
buck. As for unsartain dogs, I care little for their cries, seein'
they are as likely to speak when the deer is not in sight, as when
it is."
Judith walked slowly and pensively away, nor was
there any of her ordinary calculating coquetry in the light
tremulous sigh that, unconsciously to herself, arose to her lips.
On the other hand Hetty listened with guileless attention, though
it struck her simple mind as singular that the young man should
prefer the melody of the woods, to the songs of girls, or even to
the laugh of innocence and joy. Accustomed, however, to defer in
most things to her sister, she soon followed Judith into the cabin,
where she took a seat and remained pondering intensely over some
occurrence, or resolution, or opinion ñ which was a secret to all
but herself. Left alone, Deerslayer and his friend resumed their
discourse.
"Has the young pale-face hunter been long on this
lake?" demanded the Delaware, after courteously waiting for the
other to speak first.
"Only since yesterday noon, Sarpent, though that has
been long enough to see and do much." The gaze that the Indian
fastened on his companion was so keen that it seemed to mock the
gathering darkness of the night. As the other furtively returned
his look, he saw the two black eyes glistening on him, like the
balls of the panther, or those of the penned wolf. He understood
the meaning of this glowing gaze, and answered evasively, as he
fancied would best become the modesty of a white man's gifts.
"'Tis as you suspect, Sarpent; yes, 'tis somewhat
that-a-way. I have fell in with the inimy, and I suppose it may be
said I've fou't them, too."
An exclamation of delight and exultation escaped the
Indian, and then laying his hand eagerly on the arm of his friend,
he asked if there were any scalps taken.
"That I will maintain in the face of all the
Delaware tribe, old Tamenund, and your own father the great Uncas,
as well as the rest, is ag'in white gifts! My scalp is on my head,
as you can see, Sarpent, and that was the only scalp that was in
danger, when one side was altogether Christian and white."
"Did no warrior fall? ñ Deerslayer did not get his
name by being slow of sight, or clumsy with the rifle!"
"In that particular, chief, you're nearer reason,
and therefore nearer being right. I may say one Mingo fell."
"A chief!" demanded the other with startling
vehemence.
"Nay, that's more than I know, or can say. He was
artful, and treacherous, and stout-hearted, and may well have
gained popularity enough with his people to be named to that rank.
The man fou't well, though his eye was'n't quick enough for one who
had had his schooling in your company, Delaware."
"My brother and friend struck the body?"
"That was uncalled for, seeing that the Mingo died
in my arms. The truth may as well be said, at once; he fou't like a
man of red gifts, and I fou't like a man with gifts of my own
colour. God gave me the victory; I coul'n't fly in the face of his
Providence by forgetting my birth and natur'. White he made me, and
white I shall live and die."
"Good! Deerslayer is a pale-face, and has pale-face
hands. A Delaware will look for the scalp, and hang it on a pole,
and sing a song in his honour, when we go back to our people. The
glory belongs to the tribe; it must not be lost."
"This is easy talking, but 'twill not be as easy
doing. The Mingo's body is in the hands of his fri'nds and, no
doubt, is hid in some hole where Delaware cunning will never be
able to get at the scalp."
The young man then gave his friend a succinct, but
clear account, of the event of the morning, concealing nothing of
any moment, and yet touching on every thing modestly and with a
careful attention to avoid the Indian habit of boasting.
Chingachgook again expressed his satisfaction at the honour won by
his friend, and then both arose, the hour having arrived when it
became prudent to move the Ark further from the land.
It was now quite dark, the heavens having become
clouded, and the stars hid. The north wind had ceased ñ as was
usual with the setting of the sun, and a light air arose from the
south. This change favoring the design of Deerslayer, he lifted his
grapnel, and the scow immediately and quite perceptibly began to
drift more into the lake. The sail was set, when the motion of the
craft increased to a rate not much less than two miles in the hour.
As this superseded the necessity of rowing, an occupation that an
Indian would not be likely to desire, Deerslayer, Chingachgook and
Judith seated themselves in the stern of the scow, where they first
governed its movements by holding the oar. Here they discoursed on
their future movements, and on the means that ought to be used in
order to effect the liberation of their friends.
In this dialogue Judith held a material part, the
Delaware readily understanding all she said, while his own replies
and remarks, both of which were few and pithy, were occasionally
rendered into English by his friend. Judith rose greatly in the
estimation of her companions, in the half hour that followed.
Prompt of resolution and firm of purpose, her suggestions and
expedients partook of her spirit and sagacity, both of which were
of a character to find favor with men of the frontier.
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