'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 ñ the solitudes, that spoke of scenes and
forests untouched by the hands of man ñ 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.


Chapter III.
"Come, shall we
go and kill us venison?
And yet it irks me, the poor dappled foals, ñ
Being native burghers of this desert city, ñ
Should, in their own confines, with forked heads
Have their round haunches gored."
As You Like It, II.i.21-25
Hurry Harry thought more of the beauties of Judith
Hutter than of those of the Glimmerglass and its accompanying
scenery. As soon as he had taken a sufficiently intimate survey of
floating Tom's implements, therefore, he summoned his companion to
the canoe, that they might go down the lake in quest of the family.
Previously to embarking, however, Hurry carefully examined the
whole of the northern end of the water with an indifferent ship's
glass, that formed a part of Hutter's effects. In this scrutiny, no
part of the shore was overlooked; the bays and points in particular
being subjected to a closer inquiry than the rest of the wooded
boundary.
"'Tis as I thought," said Hurry, laying aside the
glass, "the old fellow is drifting about the south end this fine
weather, and has left the castle to defend itself. Well, now we
know that he is not up this-a-way, 'twill be but a small matter to
paddle down and hunt him up in his hiding-place."
"Does Master Hutter think it necessary to burrow on
this lake?" inquired Deerslayer, as he followed his companion into
the canoe; "to my eye it is such a solitude as one might open his
whole soul in, and fear no one to disarrange his thoughts or his
worship."
"You forget your friends the Mingos, and all the
French savages. Is there a spot on 'arth, Deerslayer, to which them
disquiet rogues don't go? Where is the lake, or even the deer lick,
that the blackguards don't find out, and having found out, don't,
sooner or later, discolour its water with blood."
"I hear no good character of 'em, sartainly, friend
Hurry, though I've never been called on, yet, to meet them, or any
other mortal, on the warpath. I dare to say that such a lovely spot
as this, would not be likely to be overlooked by such plunderers,
for, though I've not been in the way of quarreling with them tribes
myself, the Delawares give me such an account of 'em that I've
pretty much set 'em down in my own mind, as thorough
miscreants."
"You may do that with a safe conscience, or for that
matter, any other savage you may happen to meet."
Here Deerslayer protested, and as they went paddling
down the lake, a hot discussion was maintained concerning the
respective merits of the pale-faces and the red-skins. Hurry had
all the prejudices and antipathies of a white hunter, who generally
regards the Indian as a sort of natural competitor, and not
unfrequently as a natural enemy. As a matter of course, he was
loud, clamorous, dogmatical and not very argumentative.
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