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Chapter 25

CHAPTER 25

"Snug.--Have you the lion's part written? Pray you, if

it be, give it to me, for I am slow of study.

Quince.--You may do it extempore, for it is nothing

but roaring."--Midsummer Night's Dream

There was a strange blending of the ridiculous with that

which was solemn in this scene. The beast sill continued

its rolling, and apparently untiring movements, though its

ludicrous attempt to imitate the melody of David ceased the

instant the latter abandoned the field. The words of Gamut

were, as has been seen, in his native tongue; and to Duncan

they seem pregnant with some hidden meaning, though nothing

present assisted him in discovering the object of their

allusion. A speedy end was, however, put to every

conjecture on the subject, by the manner of the chief, who

advanced to the bedside of the invalid, and beckoned away

the whole group of female attendants that had clustered

there to witness the skill of the stranger. He was

implicitly, though reluctantly, obeyed; and when the low

echo which rang along the hollow, natural gallery, from the

distant closing door, had ceased, pointing toward his

insensible daughter, he said:

"Now let my brother show his power."

Thus unequivocally called on to exercise the functions of

his assumed character, Heyward was apprehensive that the

smallest delay might prove dangerous. Endeavoring, then, to

collect his ideas, he prepared to perform that species of

incantation, and those uncouth rites, under which the Indian

conjurers are accustomed to conceal their ignorance and

impotency. It is more than probable that, in the disordered

state of his thoughts, he would soon have fallen into some

suspicious, if not fatal, error had not his incipient

attempts been interrupted by a fierce growl from the

quadruped. Three several times did he renew his efforts to

proceed, and as often was he met by the same unaccountable

opposition, each interruption seeming more savage and

threatening than the preceding.

"The cunning ones are jealous," said the Huron; "I go

Brother, the woman is the wife of one of my bravest young

men; deal justly by her. Peace!" he added, beckoning to the

discontented beast to be quiet; "I go."

The chief was as good as his word, and Duncan now found

himself alone in that wild and desolate abode with the

helpless invalid and the fierce and dangerous brute. The

latter listened to the movements of the Indian with that air

of sagacity that a bear is known to possess, until another

echo announced that he had also left the cavern, when it

turned and came waddling up to Duncan before whom it seated

itself in its natural attitude, erect like a man. The youth

looked anxiously about him for some weapon, with which he

might make a resistance against the attack he now seriously

expected.

It seemed, however, as if the humor of the animal had

suddenly changed. Instead of continuing its discontented

growls, or manifesting any further signs of anger, the whole

of its shaggy body shook violently, as if agitated by some

strange internal convulsion. The huge and unwieldy talons

pawed stupidly about the grinning muzzle, and while Heyward

kept his eyes riveted on its movements with jealous

watchfulness, the grim head fell on one side and in its

place appeared the honest sturdy countenance of the scout,

who was indulging from the bottom of his soul in his own

peculiar expression of merriment.

"Hist!" said the wary woodsman, interrupting Heyward's

exclamation of surprise; "the varlets are about the place,

and any sounds that are not natural to witchcraft would

bring them back upon us in a body."

"Tell me the meaning of this masquerade; and why you have

attempted so desperate an adventure?"

"Ah, reason and calculation are often outdone by accident,"

returned the scout. "But, as a story should always commence

at the beginning, I will tell you the whole in order. After

we parted I placed the commandant and the Sagamore in an old

beaver lodge, where they are safer from the Hurons than they

would be in the garrison of Edward for your high north-west

Indians, not having as yet got the traders among them,

continued to venerate the beaver. After which Uncas and I

pushed for the other encampment as was agreed. Have you

seen the lad?"

"To my great grief! He is captive, and condemned to die at

the rising of the sun."

"I had misgivings that such would be his fate," resumed the

scout, in a less confident and joyous tone. But soon

regaining his naturally firm voice, he continued: "His bad

fortune is the true reason of my being here, for it would

never do to abandon such a boy to the Hurons. A rare time

the knaves would have of it, could they tie 'The Bounding

Elk' and 'The Long Carabine', as they call me, to the same

stake! Though why they have given me such a name I never

knew, there being as little likeness between the gifts of

'killdeer' and the performance of one of your real Canada

carabynes, as there is between the natur' of a pipe-stone

and a flint."

"Keep to your tale," said the impatient Heyward; "we know

not at what moment the Hurons may return."

"No fear of them. A conjurer must have his time, like a

straggling priest in the settlements. We are as safe from

interruption as a missionary would be at the beginning of a

two hours' discourse. Well, Uncas and I fell in with a

return party of the varlets; the lad was much too forward

for a scout; nay, for that matter, being of hot blood, he

was not so much to blame; and, after all, one of the Hurons

proved a coward, and in fleeing led him into an ambushment."

"And dearly has he paid for the weakness."

The scout significantly passed his hand across his own

throat, and nodded, as if he said, "I comprehend your

meaning." After which he continued, in a more audible

though scarcely more intelligible language:

"After the loss of the boy I turned upon the Hurons, as you

may judge. There have been scrimmages atween one or two of

their outlyers and myself; but that is neither here nor

there. So, after I had shot the imps, I got in pretty nigh

to the lodges without further commotion. Then what should

luck do in my favor but lead me to the very spot where one

of the most famous conjurers of the tribe was dressing

himself, as I well knew, for some great battle with Satan--

though why should I call that luck, which it now seems was

an especial ordering of Providence. So a judgmatical rap

over the head stiffened the lying impostor for a time, and

leaving him a bit of walnut for his supper, to prevent an

uproar, and stringing him up atween two saplings, I made

free with his finery, and took the part of the bear on

myself, in order that the operations might proceed."

"And admirably did you enact the character; the animal

itself might have been shamed by the representation."

"Lord, major," returned the flattered woodsman, "I should be

but a poor scholar for one who has studied so long in the

wilderness, did I not know how to set forth the movements of

natur' of such a beast. Had it been now a catamount, or

even a full-size panther, I would have embellished a

performance for you worth regarding. But it is no such

marvelous feat to exhibit the feats of so dull a beast;

though, for that matter, too, a bear may be overacted. Yes,

yes; it is not every imitator that knows natur' may be

outdone easier than she is equaled. But all our work is yet

before us. Where is the gentle one?"

"Heaven knows. I have examined every lodge in the village,

without discovering the slightest trace of her presence in

the tribe."

"You heard what the singer said, as he left us: 'She is at

hand, and expects you'?"

"I have been compelled to believe he alluded to this unhappy

woman."

"The simpleton was frightened, and blundered through his

message; but he had a deeper meaning. Here are walls enough

to separate the hole settlement. A bear ought to climb;

therefore will I take a look above them. There may be honey-

pots hid in these rocks, and I am a beast, you know, that

has a hankering for the sweets."

The scout looked behind him, laughing at his own conceit,

while he clambered up the partition, imitating, as he went,

the clumsy motions of the beast he represented; but the

instant the summit was gained he made a gesture for silence,

and slid down with the utmost precipitation.

"She is here," he whispered, "and by that door you will find

her. I would have spoken a word of comfort to the afflicted

soul; but the sight of such a monster might upset her

reason. Though for that matter, major, you are none of the

most inviting yourself in your paint."

Duncan, who had already swung eagerly forward, drew

instantly back on hearing these discouraging words.

"Am I, then, so very revolting?" he demanded, with an air of

chagrin.

"You might not startle a wolf, or turn the Royal Americans

from a discharge; but I have seen the time when you had a

better favored look; your streaked countenances are not ill-

judged of by the squaws, but young women of white blood give

the preference to their own color. See," he added, pointing

to a place where the water trickled from a rock, forming a

little crystal spring, before it found an issue through the

adjacent crevices; "you may easily get rid of the Sagamore's

daub, and when you come back I will try my hand at a new

embellishment. It's as common for a conjurer to alter his

paint as for a buck in the settlements to change his

finery."

The deliberate woodsman had little occasion to hunt for

arguments to enforce his advice. He was yet speaking when

Duncan availed himself of the water. In a moment every

frightful or offensive mark was obliterated, and the youth

appeared again in the lineaments with which he had been

gifted by nature. Thus prepared for an interview with his

mistress, he took a hasty leave of his companion, and

disappeared through the indicated passage. The scout

witnessed his departure with complacency, nodding his head

after him, and muttering his good wishes; after which he

very coolly set about an examination of the state of the

larder, among the Hurons, the cavern, among other purposes,

being used as a receptacle for the fruits of their hunts.

Duncan had no other guide than a distant glimmering light,

which served, however, the office of a polar star to the

lover. By its aid he was enabled to enter the haven of his

hopes, which was merely another apartment of the cavern,

that had been solely appropriated to the safekeeping of so

important a prisoner as a daughter of the commandant of

William Henry. It was profusely strewed with the plunder of

that unlucky fortress. In the midst of this confusion he

found her he sought, pale, anxious and terrified, but

lovely. David had prepared her for such a visit.

"Duncan!" she exclaimed, in a voice that seemed to tremble

at the sounds created by itself.

"Alice!" he answered, leaping carelessly among trunks,

boxes, arms, and furniture, until he stood at her side.

"I knew that you would never desert me," she said, looking

up with a momentary glow on her otherwise dejected

countenance. "But you are alone! Grateful as it is to be

thus remembered, I could wish to think you are not entirely

alone."

Duncan, observing that she trembled in a manner which

betrayed her inability to stand, gently induced her to be

seated, while he recounted those leading incidents which it

has been our task to accord. Alice listened with breathless

interest; and though the young man touched lightly on the

sorrows of the stricken father; taking care, however, not to

wound the self-love of his auditor, the tears ran as freely

down the cheeks of the daughter as though she had never wept

before. The soothing tenderness of Duncan, however, soon

quieted the first burst of her emotions, and she then heard

him to the close with undivided attention, if not with

composure.

"And now, Alice," he added, "you will see how much is still

expected of you. By the assistance of our experienced and

invaluable friend, the scout, we may find our way from this

savage people, but you will have to exert your utmost

fortitude. Remember that you fly to the arms of your

venerable parent, and how much his happiness, as well as

your own, depends on those exertions."

"Can I do otherwise for a father who has done so much for

me?"

"And for me, too," continued the youth, gently pressing the

hand he held in both his own.

The look of innocence and surprise which he received in

return convinced Duncan of the necessity of being more

explicit.

"This is neither the place nor the occasion to detain you

with selfish wishes," he added; "but what heart loaded like

mine would not wish to cast its burden? They say misery is

the closest of all ties; our common suffering in your behalf

left but little to be explained between your father and

myself."

"And, dearest Cora, Duncan; surely Cora was not forgotten?"

"Not forgotten! no; regretted, as woman was seldom mourned

before. Your venerable father knew no difference between

his children; but I--Alice, you will not be offended when

I say, that to me her worth was in a degree obscured--"

"Then you knew not the merit of my sister," said Alice,

withdrawing her hand; "of you she ever speaks as of one who

is her dearest friend."

"I would gladly believe her such," returned Duncan, hastily;

"I could wish her to be even more; but with you, Alice, I

have the permission of your father to aspire to a still

nearer and dearer tie."

Alice trembled violently, and there was an instant during

which she bent her face aside, yielding to the emotions

common to her sex; but they quickly passed away, leaving her

mistress of her deportment, if not of her affections.

"Heyward," she said, looking him full in the face with a

touching expression of innocence and dependency, "give me

the sacred presence and the holy sanction of that parent

before you urge me further."

"Though more I should not, less I could not say," the youth

was about to answer, when he was interrupted by a light tap

on his shoulder. Starting to his feet, he turned, and,

confronting the intruder, his looks fell on the dark form

and malignant visage of Magua. The deep guttural laugh of

the savage sounded, at such a moment, to Duncan, like the

hellish taunt of a demon. Had he pursued the sudden and

fierce impulse of the instant, he would have cast himself on

the Huron, and committed their fortunes to the issue of a

deadly struggle. But, without arms of any description,

ignorant of what succor his subtle enemy could command, and

charged with the safety of one who was just then dearer than

ever to his heart, he no sooner entertained than he

abandoned the desperate intention.

"What is your purpose?" said Alice, meekly folding her arms

on her bosom, and struggling to conceal an agony of

apprehension in behalf of Heyward, in the usual cold and

distant manner with which she received the visits of her

captor.

The exulting Indian had resumed his austere countenance,

though he drew warily back before the menacing glance of the

young man's fiery eye. He regarded both his captives for a

moment with a steady look, and then, stepping aside, he

dropped a log of wood across a door different from that by

which Duncan had entered. The latter now comprehended the

manner of his surprise, and, believing himself irretrievably

lost, he drew Alice to his bosom, and stood prepared to meet

a fate which he hardly regretted, since it was to be

suffered in such company. But Magua meditated no immediate

violence. His first measures were very evidently taken to

secure his new captive; nor did he even bestow a second

glance at the motionless forms in the center of the cavern,

until he had completely cut off every hope of retreat

through the private outlet he had himself used. He was

watched in all his movements by Heyward, who, however,

remained firm, still folding the fragile form of Alice to

his heart, at once too proud and too hopeless to ask favor

of an enemy so often foiled. When Magua had effected his

object he approached his prisoners, and said in English:

"The pale faces trap the cunning beavers; but the red-skins

know how to take the Yengeese."

"Huron, do your worst!" exclaimed the excited Heyward,

forgetful that a double stake was involved in his life; "you

and your vengeance are alike despised."

"Will the white man speak these words at the stake?" asked

Magua; manifesting, at the same time, how little faith he

had in the other's resolution by the sneer that accompanied

his words.

"Here; singly to your face, or in the presence of your

nation."

"Le Renard Subtil is a great chief!" returned the Indian;

"he will go and bring his young men, to see how bravely a

pale face can laugh at tortures."

He turned away while speaking, and was about to leave the

place through the avenue by which Duncan had approached,

when a growl caught his ear, and caused him to hesitate.

The figure of the bear appeared in the door, where it sat,

rolling from side to side in its customary restlessness.

Magua, like the father of the sick woman, eyed it keenly for

a moment, as if to ascertain its character. He was far

above the more vulgar superstitions of his tribe, and so

soon as he recognized the well-known attire of the conjurer,

he prepared to pass it in cool contempt. But a louder and

more threatening growl caused him again to pause. Then he

seemed as if suddenly resolved to trifle no longer, and

moved resolutely forward.

The mimic animal, which had advanced a little, retired

slowly in his front, until it arrived again at the pass,

when, rearing on his hinder legs, it beat the air with its

paws, in the manner practised by its brutal prototype.

"Fool!" exclaimed the chief, in Huron, "go play with the

children and squaws; leave men to their wisdom."

He once more endeavored to pass the supposed empiric,

scorning even the parade of threatening to use the knife, or

tomahawk, that was pendent from his belt. Suddenly the

beast extended its arms, or rather legs, and inclosed him in

a grasp that might have vied with the far-famed power of the

"bear's hug" itself. Heyward had watched the whole

procedure, on the part of Hawkeye, with breathless interest.

At first he relinquished his hold of Alice; then he caught

up a thong of buckskin, which had been used around some

bundle, and when he beheld his enemy with his two arms

pinned to his side by the iron muscles of the scout, he

rushed upon him, and effectually secured them there. Arms,

legs, and feet were encircled in twenty folds of the thong,

in less time than we have taken to record the circumstance.

When the formidable Huron was completely pinioned, the scout

released his hold, and Duncan laid his enemy on his back,

utterly helpless.

Throughout the whole of this sudden and extraordinary

operation, Magua, though he had struggled violently, until

assured he was in the hands of one whose nerves were far

better strung than his own, had not uttered the slightest

exclamation. But when Hawkeye, by way of making a summary

explanation of his conduct, removed the shaggy jaws of the

beast, and exposed his own rugged and earnest countenance to

the gaze of the Huron, the philosophy of the latter was so

far mastered as to permit him to utter the never failing:

"Hugh!"

"Ay, you've found your tongue," said his undisturbed

conqueror; "now, in order that you shall not use it to our

ruin, I must make free to stop your mouth."

As there was no time to be lost, the scout immediately set

about effecting so necessary a precaution; and when he had

gagged the Indian, his enemy might safely have been

considered as "hors de combat."

"By what place did the imp enter?" asked the industrious

scout, when his work was ended. "Not a soul has passed my

way since you left me."

Duncan pointed out the door by which Magua had come, and

which now presented too many obstacles to a quick retreat.

"Bring on the gentle one, then," continued his friend; "we

must make a push for the woods by the other outlet."

"'Tis impossible!" said Duncan; "fear has overcome her, and

she is helpless. Alice! my sweet, my own Alice, arouse

yourself; now is the moment to fly. 'Tis in vain! she

hears, but is unable to follow. Go, noble and worthy

friend; save yourself, and leave me to my fate."

"Every trail has its end, and every calamity brings its

lesson!" returned the scout. "There, wrap her in them

Indian cloths. Conceal all of her little form. Nay, that

foot has no fellow in the wilderness; it will betray her.

All, every part. Now take her in your arms, and follow.

Leave the rest to me."

Duncan, as may be gathered from the words of his companion,

was eagerly obeying; and, as the other finished speaking, he

took the light person of Alice in his arms, and followed in

the footsteps of the scout. They found the sick woman as

they had left her, still alone, and passed swiftly on, by

the natural gallery, to the place of entrance. As they

approached the little door of bark, a murmur of voices

without announced that the friends and relatives of the

invalid were gathered about the place, patiently awaiting a

summons to re-enter.

"If I open my lips to speak," Hawkeye whispered, "my

English, which is the genuine tongue of a white-skin, will

tell the varlets that an enemy is among them. You must give

'em your jargon, major; and say that we have shut the evil

spirit in the cave, and are taking the woman to the woods in

order to find strengthening roots. Practise all your

cunning, for it is a lawful undertaking."

The door opened a little, as if one without was listening to

the proceedings within, and compelled the scout to cease his

directions. A fierce growl repelled the eavesdropper, and

then the scout boldly threw open the covering of bark, and

left the place, enacting the character of a bear as he

proceeded. Duncan kept close at his heels, and soon found

himself in the center of a cluster of twenty anxious

relatives and friends.

The crowd fell back a little, and permitted the father, and

one who appeared to be the husband of the woman, to

approach.

"Has my brother driven away the evil spirit?" demanded the

former. "What has he in his arms?"

"Thy child," returned Duncan, gravely; "the disease has gone

out of her; it is shut up in the rocks. I take the woman to

a distance, where I will strengthen her against any further

attacks. She will be in the wigwam of the young man when

the sun comes again."

When the father had translated the meaning of the stranger's

words into the Huron language, a suppressed murmur announced

the satisfaction with which this intelligence was received.

The chief himself waved his hand for Duncan to proceed,

saying aloud, in a firm voice, and with a lofty manner:

"Go; I am a man, and I will enter the rock and fight the

wicked one."

Heyward had gladly obeyed, and was already past the little

group, when these startling words arrested him.

"Is my brother mad?" he exclaimed; "is he cruel? He will

meet the disease, and it will enter him; or he will drive

out the disease, and it will chase his daughter into the

woods. No; let my children wait without, and if the spirit

appears beat him down with clubs. He is cunning, and will

bury himself in the mountain, when he sees how many are

ready to fight him."

This singular warning had the desired effect. Instead of

entering the cavern, the father and husband drew their

tomahawks, and posted themselves in readiness to deal their

vengeance on the imaginary tormentor of their sick relative,

while the women and children broke branches from the bushes,

or seized fragments of the rock, with a similar intention.

At this favorable moment the counterfeit conjurers

disappeared.

Hawkeye, at the same time that he had presumed so far on the

nature of the Indian superstitions, was not ignorant that

they were rather tolerated than relied on by the wisest of

the chiefs. He well knew the value of time in the present

emergency. Whatever might be the extent of the self-

delusion of his enemies, and however it had tended to assist

his schemes, the slightest cause of suspicion, acting on the

subtle nature of an Indian, would be likely to prove fatal.

Taking the path, therefore, that was most likely to avoid

observation, he rather skirted than entered the village.

The warriors were still to be seen in the distance, by the

fading light of the fires, stalking from lodge to lodge.

But the children had abandoned their sports for their beds

of skins, and the quiet of night was already beginning to

prevail over the turbulence and excitement of so busy and

important an evening.

Alice revived under the renovating influence of the open

air, and, as her physical rather than her mental powers had

been the subject of weakness, she stood in no need of any

explanation of that which had occurred.

"Now let me make an effort to walk," she said, when they had

entered the forest, blushing, though unseen, that she had

not been sooner able to quit the arms of Duncan; "I am

indeed restored."

"Nay, Alice, you are yet too weak."

The maiden struggled gently to release herself, and Heyward

was compelled to part with his precious burden. The

representative of the bear had certainly been an entire

stranger to the delicious emotions of the lover while his

arms encircled his mistress; and he was, perhaps, a stranger

also to the nature of that feeling of ingenuous shame that

oppressed the trembling Alice. But when he found himself at

a suitable distance from the lodges he made a halt, and

spoke on a subject of which he was thoroughly the master.

"This path will lead you to the brook," he said; "follow its

northern bank until you come to a fall; mount the hill on

your right, and you will see the fires of the other people.

There you must go and demand protection; if they are true

Delawares you will be safe. A distant flight with that

gentle one, just now, is impossible. The Hurons would

follow up our trail, and master our scalps before we had got

a dozen miles. Go, and Providence be with you."

"And you!" demanded Heyward, in surprise; "surely we part

not here?"

"The Hurons hold the pride of the Delawares; the last of the

high blood of the Mohicans is in their power," returned the

scout; "I go to see what can be done in his favor. Had they

mastered your scalp, major, a knave should have fallen for

every hair it held, as I promised; but if the young Sagamore

is to be led to the stake, the Indians shall see also how a

man without a cross can die."

Not in the least offended with the decided preference that

the sturdy woodsman gave to one who might, in some degree,

be called the child of his adoption, Duncan still continued

to urge such reasons against so desperate an effort as

presented themselves. He was aided by Alice, who mingled

her entreaties with those of Heyward that he would abandon a

resolution that promised so much danger, with so little hope

of success. Their eloquence and ingenuity were expended in

vain. The scout heard them attentively, but impatiently,

and finally closed the discussion, by answering, in a tone

that instantly silenced Alice, while it told Heyward how

fruitless any further remonstrances would be.

"I have heard," he said, "that there is a feeling in youth

which binds man to woman closer than the father is tied to

the son. It may be so. I have seldom been where women of

my color dwell; but such may be the gifts of nature in the

settlements. You have risked life, and all that is dear to

you, to bring off this gentle one, and I suppose that some

such disposition is at the bottom of it all. As for me, I

taught the lad the real character of a rifle; and well has

he paid me for it. I have fou't at his side in many a

bloody scrimmage; and so long as I could hear the crack of

his piece in one ear, and that of the Sagamore in the other,

I knew no enemy was on my back. Winters and summer, nights

and days, have we roved the wilderness in company, eating of

the same dish, one sleeping while the other watched; and

afore it shall be said that Uncas was taken to the torment,

and I at hand--There is but a single Ruler of us all,

whatever may the color of the skin; and Him I call to

witness, that before the Mohican boy shall perish for the

want of a friend, good faith shall depart the 'arth, and

'killdeer' become as harmless as the tooting we'pon of the

singer!"

Duncan released his hold on the arm of the scout, who

turned, and steadily retraced his steps toward the lodges.

After pausing a moment to gaze at his retiring form, the

successful and yet sorrowful Heyward and Alice took their

way together toward the distant village of the Delawares.

James Fenimore Cooper