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CHAPTER 23
"But though the beast of game The privilege of chase may claim; Though space and law
the stag we lend Ere hound we slip, or bow we bend;
Whoever recked, where, how, or when The prowling fox was trapped or slain?"
--Lady of the Lake.
It is unusual to find an encampment of the natives, like those of the more instructed
whites, guarded by the presence of armed men.
Well informed of the approach of every danger, while it is yet at a distance, the
Indian generally rests secure under his knowledge of the signs of the forest, and
the long and difficult paths that separate him from those he has most reason to dread.
But the enemy who, by any lucky concurrence of accidents, has found means to elude the
vigilance of the scouts, will seldom meet with sentinels nearer home to sound the
alarm.
In addition to this general usage, the tribes friendly to the French knew too well
the weight of the blow that had just been struck, to apprehend any immediate danger
from the hostile nations that were tributary to the crown of Britain.
When Duncan and David, therefore, found themselves in the center of the children,
who played the antics already mentioned, it was without the least previous intimation
of their approach.
But so soon as they were observed the whole of the juvenile pack raised, by common
consent, a shrill and warning whoop; and then sank, as it were, by magic, from
before the sight of their visitors.
The naked, tawny bodies of the crouching urchins blended so nicely at that hour,
with the withered herbage, that at first it seemed as if the earth had, in truth,
swallowed up their forms; though when
surprise permitted Duncan to bend his look more curiously about the spot, he found it
everywhere met by dark, quick, and rolling eyeballs.
Gathering no encouragement from this startling presage of the nature of the
scrutiny he was likely to undergo from the more mature judgments of the men, there was
an instant when the young soldier would have retreated.
It was, however, too late to appear to hesitate.
The cry of the children had drawn a dozen warriors to the door of the nearest lodge,
where they stood clustered in a dark and savage group, gravely awaiting the nearer
approach of those who had unexpectedly come among them.
David, in some measure familiarized to the scene, led the way with a steadiness that
no slight obstacle was likely to disconcert, into this very building.
It was the principal edifice of the village, though roughly constructed of the
bark and branches of trees; being the lodge in which the tribe held its councils and
public meetings during their temporary
residence on the borders of the English province.
Duncan found it difficult to assume the necessary appearance of unconcern, as he
brushed the dark and powerful frames of the savages who thronged its threshold; but,
conscious that his existence depended on
his presence of mind, he trusted to the discretion of his companion, whose
footsteps he closely followed, endeavoring, as he proceeded, to rally his thoughts for
the occasion.
His blood curdled when he found himself in absolute contact with such fierce and
implacable enemies; but he so far mastered his feelings as to pursue his way into the
center of the lodge, with an exterior that did not betray the weakness.
Imitating the example of the deliberate Gamut, he drew a bundle of fragrant brush
from beneath a pile that filled the corner of the hut, and seated himself in silence.
So soon as their visitor had passed, the observant warriors fell back from the
entrance, and arranging themselves about him, they seemed patiently to await the
moment when it might comport with the dignity of the stranger to speak.
By far the greater number stood leaning, in lazy, lounging attitudes, against the
upright posts that supported the crazy building, while three or four of the oldest
and most distinguished of the chiefs placed
themselves on the earth a little more in advance.
A flaring torch was burning in the place, and set its red glare from face to face and
figure to figure, as it waved in the currents of air.
Duncan profited by its light to read the probable character of his reception, in the
countenances of his hosts.
But his ingenuity availed him little, against the cold artifices of the people he
had encountered.
The chiefs in front scarce cast a glance at his person, keeping their eyes on the
ground, with an air that might have been intended for respect, but which it was
quite easy to construe into distrust.
The men in the shadow were less reserved.
Duncan soon detected their searching, but stolen, looks which, in truth, scanned his
person and attire inch by inch; leaving no emotion of the countenance, no gesture, no
line of the paint, nor even the fashion of
a garment, unheeded, and without comment.
At length one whose hair was beginning to be sprinkled with gray, but whose sinewy
limbs and firm tread announced that he was still equal to the duties of manhood,
advanced out of the gloom of a corner,
whither he had probably posted himself to make his observations unseen, and spoke.
He used the language of the Wyandots, or Hurons; his words were, consequently,
unintelligible to Heyward, though they seemed, by the gestures that accompanied
them, to be uttered more in courtesy than anger.
The latter shook his head, and made a gesture indicative of his inability to
reply.
"Do none of my brothers speak the French or the English?" he said, in the former
language, looking about him from countenance to countenance, in hopes of
finding a nod of assent.
Though more than one had turned, as if to catch the meaning of his words, they
remained unanswered.
"I should be grieved to think," continued Duncan, speaking slowly, and using the
simplest French of which he was the master, "to believe that none of this wise and
brave nation understand the language that
the 'Grand Monarque' uses when he talks to his children.
His heart would be heavy did he believe his red warriors paid him so little respect!"
A long and grave pause succeeded, during which no movement of a limb, nor any
expression of an eye, betrayed the expression produced by his remark.
Duncan, who knew that silence was a virtue among his hosts, gladly had recourse to the
custom, in order to arrange his ideas.
At length the same warrior who had before addressed him replied, by dryly demanding,
in the language of the Canadas: "When our Great Father speaks to his
people, is it with the tongue of a Huron?"
"He knows no difference in his children, whether the color of the skin be red, or
black, or white," returned Duncan, evasively; "though chiefly is he satisfied
with the brave Hurons."
"In what manner will he speak," demanded the wary chief, "when the runners count to
him the scalps which five nights ago grew on the heads of the Yengeese?"
"They were his enemies," said Duncan, shuddering involuntarily; "and doubtless,
he will say, it is good; my Hurons are very gallant."
"Our Canada father does not think it.
Instead of looking forward to reward his Indians, his eyes are turned backward.
He sees the dead Yengeese, but no Huron. What can this mean?"
"A great chief, like him, has more thoughts than tongues.
He looks to see that no enemies are on his trail."
"The canoe of a dead warrior will not float on the Horican," returned the savage,
gloomily.
"His ears are open to the Delawares, who are not our friends, and they fill them
with lies." "It cannot be.
See; he has bid me, who am a man that knows the art of healing, to go to his children,
the red Hurons of the great lakes, and ask if any are sick!"
Another silence succeeded this annunciation of the character Duncan had assumed.
Every eye was simultaneously bent on his person, as if to inquire into the truth or
falsehood of the declaration, with an intelligence and keenness that caused the
subject of their scrutiny to tremble for the result.
He was, however, relieved again by the former speaker.
"Do the cunning men of the Canadas paint their skins?" the Huron coldly continued;
"we have heard them boast that their faces were pale."
"When an Indian chief comes among his white fathers," returned Duncan, with great
steadiness, "he lays aside his buffalo robe, to carry the shirt that is offered
him.
My brothers have given me paint and I wear it."
A low murmur of applause announced that the compliment of the tribe was favorably
received.
The elderly chief made a gesture of commendation, which was answered by most of
his companions, who each threw forth a hand and uttered a brief exclamation of
pleasure.
Duncan began to breathe more freely, believing that the weight of his
examination was past; and, as he had already prepared a simple and probable tale
to support his pretended occupation, his hopes of ultimate success grew brighter.
After a silence of a few moments, as if adjusting his thoughts, in order to make a
suitable answer to the declaration their guests had just given, another warrior
arose, and placed himself in an attitude to speak.
While his lips were yet in the act of parting, a low but fearful sound arose from
the forest, and was immediately succeeded by a high, shrill yell, that was drawn out,
until it equaled the longest and most plaintive howl of the wolf.
The sudden and terrible interruption caused Duncan to start from his seat, unconscious
of everything but the effect produced by so frightful a cry.
At the same moment, the warriors glided in a body from the lodge, and the outer air
was filled with loud shouts, that nearly drowned those awful sounds, which were
still ringing beneath the arches of the woods.
Unable to command himself any longer, the youth broke from the place, and presently
stood in the center of a disorderly throng, that included nearly everything having
life, within the limits of the encampment.
Men, women, and children; the aged, the inform, the active, and the strong, were
alike abroad, some exclaiming aloud, others clapping their hands with a joy that seemed
frantic, and all expressing their savage pleasure in some unexpected event.
Though astounded, at first, by the uproar, Heyward was soon enabled to find its
solution by the scene that followed.
There yet lingered sufficient light in the heavens to exhibit those bright openings
among the tree-tops, where different paths left the clearing to enter the depths of
the wilderness.
Beneath one of them, a line of warriors issued from the woods, and advanced slowly
toward the dwellings.
One in front bore a short pole, on which, as it afterwards appeared, were suspended
several human scalps.
The startling sounds that Duncan had heard were what the whites have not
inappropriately called the "death-hallo"; and each repetition of the cry was intended
to announce to the tribe the fate of an enemy.
Thus far the knowledge of Heyward assisted him in the explanation; and as he now knew
that the interruption was caused by the unlooked-for return of a successful war-
party, every disagreeable sensation was
quieted in inward congratulation, for the opportune relief and insignificance it
conferred on himself.
When at the distance of a few hundred feet from the lodges the newly arrived warriors
halted.
Their plaintive and terrific cry, which was intended to represent equally the wailings
of the dead and the triumph to the victors, had entirely ceased.
One of their number now called aloud, in words that were far from appalling, though
not more intelligible to those for whose ears they were intended, than their
expressive yells.
It would be difficult to convey a suitable idea of the savage ecstasy with which the
news thus imparted was received.
The whole encampment, in a moment, became a scene of the most violent bustle and
commotion.
The warriors drew their knives, and flourishing them, they arranged themselves
in two lines, forming a lane that extended from the war-party to the lodges.
The squaws seized clubs, axes, or whatever weapon of offense first offered itself to
their hands, and rushed eagerly to act their part in the cruel game that was at
hand.
Even the children would not be excluded; but boys, little able to wield the
instruments, tore the tomahawks from the belts of their fathers, and stole into the
ranks, apt imitators of the savage traits exhibited by their parents.
Large piles of brush lay scattered about the clearing, and a wary and aged squaw was
occupied in firing as many as might serve to light the coming exhibition.
As the flame arose, its power exceeded that of the parting day, and assisted to render
objects at the same time more distinct and more hideous.
The whole scene formed a striking picture, whose frame was composed of the dark and
tall border of pines. The warriors just arrived were the most
distant figures.
A little in advance stood two men, who were apparently selected from the rest, as the
principal actors in what was to follow.
The light was not strong enough to render their features distinct, though it was
quite evident that they were governed by very different emotions.
While one stood erect and firm, prepared to meet his fate like a hero, the other bowed
his head, as if palsied by terror or stricken with shame.
The high-spirited Duncan felt a powerful impulse of admiration and pity toward the
former, though no opportunity could offer to exhibit his generous emotions.
He watched his slightest movement, however, with eager eyes; and, as he traced the fine
outline of his admirably proportioned and active frame, he endeavored to persuade
himself, that, if the powers of man,
seconded by such noble resolution, could bear one harmless through so severe a
trial, the youthful captive before him might hope for success in the hazardous
race he was about to run.
Insensibly the young man drew nigher to the swarthy lines of the Hurons, and scarcely
breathed, so intense became his interest in the spectacle.
Just then the signal yell was given, and the momentary quiet which had preceded it
was broken by a burst of cries, that far exceeded any before heard.
The more abject of the two victims continued motionless; but the other bounded
from the place at the cry, with the activity and swiftness of a deer.
Instead of rushing through the hostile lines, as had been expected, he just
entered the dangerous defile, and before time was given for a single blow, turned
short, and leaping the heads of a row of
children, he gained at once the exterior and safer side of the formidable array.
The artifice was answered by a hundred voices raised in imprecations; and the
whole of the excited multitude broke from their order, and spread themselves about
the place in wild confusion.
A dozen blazing piles now shed their lurid brightness on the place, which resembled
some unhallowed and supernatural arena, in which malicious demons had assembled to act
their bloody and lawless rites.
The forms in the background looked like unearthly beings, gliding before the eye,
and cleaving the air with frantic and unmeaning gestures; while the savage
passions of such as passed the flames were
rendered fearfully distinct by the gleams that shot athwart their inflamed visages.
It will easily be understood that, amid such a concourse of vindictive enemies, no
breathing time was allowed the fugitive.
There was a single moment when it seemed as if he would have reached the forest, but
the whole body of his captors threw themselves before him, and drove him back
into the center of his relentless persecutors.
Turning like a headed deer, he shot, with the swiftness of an arrow, through a pillar
of forked flame, and passing the whole multitude harmless, he appeared on the
opposite side of the clearing.
Here, too, he was met and turned by a few of the older and more subtle of the Hurons.
Once more he tried the throng, as if seeking safety in its blindness, and then
several moments succeeded, during which Duncan believed the active and courageous
young stranger was lost.
Nothing could be distinguished but a dark mass of human forms tossed and involved in
inexplicable confusion.
Arms, gleaming knives, and formidable clubs, appeared above them, but the blows
were evidently given at random.
The awful effect was heightened by the piercing shrieks of the women and the
fierce yells of the warriors.
Now and then Duncan caught a glimpse of a light form cleaving the air in some
desperate bound, and he rather hoped than believed that the captive yet retained the
command of his astonishing powers of activity.
Suddenly the multitude rolled backward, and approached the spot where he himself stood.
The heavy body in the rear pressed upon the women and children in front, and bore them
to the earth. The stranger reappeared in the confusion.
Human power could not, however, much longer endure so severe a trial.
Of this the captive seemed conscious.
Profiting by the momentary opening, he darted from among the warriors, and made a
desperate, and what seemed to Duncan a final effort to gain the wood.
As if aware that no danger was to be apprehended from the young soldier, the
fugitive nearly brushed his person in his flight.
A tall and powerful Huron, who had husbanded his forces, pressed close upon
his heels, and with an uplifted arm menaced a fatal blow.
Duncan thrust forth a foot, and the shock precipitated the eager savage headlong,
many feet in advance of his intended victim.
Thought itself is not quicker than was the motion with which the latter profited by
the advantage; he turned, gleamed like a meteor again before the eyes of Duncan,
and, at the next moment, when the latter
recovered his recollection, and gazed around in quest of the captive, he saw him
quietly leaning against a small painted post, which stood before the door of the
principal lodge.
Apprehensive that the part he had taken in the escape might prove fatal to himself,
Duncan left the place without delay.
He followed the crowd, which drew nigh the lodges, gloomy and sullen, like any other
multitude that had been disappointed in an execution.
Curiosity, or perhaps a better feeling, induced him to approach the stranger.
He found him, standing with one arm cast about the protecting post, and breathing
thick and hard, after his exertions, but disdaining to permit a single sign of
suffering to escape.
His person was now protected by immemorial and sacred usage, until the tribe in
council had deliberated and determined on his fate.
It was not difficult, however, to foretell the result, if any presage could be drawn
from the feelings of those who crowded the place.
There was no term of abuse known to the Huron vocabulary that the disappointed
women did not lavishly expend on the successful stranger.
They flouted at his efforts, and told him, with bitter scoffs, that his feet were
better than his hands; and that he merited wings, while he knew not the use of an
arrow or a knife.
To all this the captive made no reply; but was content to preserve an attitude in
which dignity was singularly blended with disdain.
Exasperated as much by his composure as by his good-fortune, their words became
unintelligible, and were succeeded by shrill, piercing yells.
Just then the crafty squaw, who had taken the necessary precaution to fire the piles,
made her way through the throng, and cleared a place for herself in front of the
captive.
The squalid and withered person of this hag might well have obtained for her the
character of possessing more than human cunning.
Throwing back her light vestment, she stretched forth her long, skinny arm, in
derision, and using the language of the Lenape, as more intelligible to the subject
of her gibes, she commenced aloud:
"Look you, Delaware," she said, snapping her fingers in his face; "your nation is a
race of women, and the hoe is better fitted to your hands than the gun.
Your squaws are the mothers of deer; but if a bear, or a wildcat, or a serpent were
born among you, ye would flee. The Huron girls shall make you petticoats,
and we will find you a husband."
A burst of savage laughter succeeded this attack, during which the soft and musical
merriment of the younger females strangely chimed with the cracked voice of their
older and more malignant companion.
But the stranger was superior to all their efforts.
His head was immovable; nor did he betray the slightest consciousness that any were
present, except when his haughty eye rolled toward the dusky forms of the warriors, who
stalked in the background silent and sullen observers of the scene.
Infuriated at the self-command of the captive, the woman placed her arms akimbo;
and, throwing herself into a posture of defiance, she broke out anew, in a torrent
of words that no art of ours could commit successfully to paper.
Her breath was, however, expended in vain; for, although distinguished in her nation
as a proficient in the art of abuse, she was permitted to work herself into such a
fury as actually to foam at the mouth,
without causing a muscle to vibrate in the motionless figure of the stranger.
The effect of his indifference began to extend itself to the other spectators; and
a youngster, who was just quitting the condition of a boy to enter the state of
manhood, attempted to assist the termagant,
by flourishing his tomahawk before their victim, and adding his empty boasts to the
taunts of the women.
Then, indeed, the captive turned his face toward the light, and looked down on the
stripling with an expression that was superior to contempt.
At the next moment he resumed his quiet and reclining attitude against the post.
But the change of posture had permitted Duncan to exchange glances with the firm
and piercing eyes of Uncas.
Breathless with amazement, and heavily oppressed with the critical situation of
his friend, Heyward recoiled before the look, trembling lest its meaning might, in
some unknown manner, hasten the prisoner's fate.
There was not, however, any instant cause for such an apprehension.
Just then a warrior forced his way into the exasperated crowd.
Motioning the women and children aside with a stern gesture, he took Uncas by the arm,
and led him toward the door of the council- lodge.
Thither all the chiefs, and most of the distinguished warriors, followed; among
whom the anxious Heyward found means to enter without attracting any dangerous
attention to himself.
A few minutes were consumed in disposing of those present in a manner suitable to their
rank and influence in the tribe.
An order very similar to that adopted in the preceding interview was observed; the
aged and superior chiefs occupying the area of the spacious apartment, within the
powerful light of a glaring torch, while
their juniors and inferiors were arranged in the background, presenting a dark
outline of swarthy and marked visages.
In the very center of the lodge, immediately under an opening that admitted
the twinkling light of one or two stars, stood Uncas, calm, elevated, and collected.
His high and haughty carriage was not lost on his captors, who often bent their looks
on his person, with eyes which, while they lost none of their inflexibility of
purpose, plainly betrayed their admiration of the stranger's daring.
The case was different with the individual whom Duncan had observed to stand forth
with his friend, previously to the desperate trial of speed; and who, instead
of joining in the chase, had remained,
throughout its turbulent uproar, like a cringing statue, expressive of shame and
disgrace.
Though not a hand had been extended to greet him, nor yet an eye had condescended
to watch his movements, he had also entered the lodge, as though impelled by a fate to
whose decrees he submitted, seemingly, without a struggle.
Heyward profited by the first opportunity to gaze in his face, secretly apprehensive
he might find the features of another acquaintance; but they proved to be those
of a stranger, and, what was still more
inexplicable, of one who bore all the distinctive marks of a Huron warrior.
Instead of mingling with his tribe, however, he sat apart, a solitary being in
a multitude, his form shrinking into a crouching and abject attitude, as if
anxious to fill as little space as possible.
When each individual had taken his proper station, and silence reigned in the place,
the gray-haired chief already introduced to the reader, spoke aloud, in the language of
the Lenni Lenape.
"Delaware," he said, "though one of a nation of women, you have proved yourself a
man. I would give you food; but he who eats with
a Huron should become his friend.
Rest in peace till the morning sun, when our last words shall be spoken."
"Seven nights, and as many summer days, have I fasted on the trail of the Hurons,"
Uncas coldly replied; "the children of the Lenape know how to travel the path of the
just without lingering to eat."
"Two of my young men are in pursuit of your companion," resumed the other, without
appearing to regard the boast of his captive; "when they get back, then will our
wise man say to you 'live' or 'die'."
"Has a Huron no ears?" scornfully exclaimed Uncas; "twice, since he has been your
prisoner, has the Delaware heard a gun that he knows.
Your young men will never come back!"
A short and sullen pause succeeded this bold assertion.
Duncan, who understood the Mohican to allude to the fatal rifle of the scout,
bent forward in earnest observation of the effect it might produce on the conquerors;
but the chief was content with simply retorting:
"If the Lenape are so skillful, why is one of their bravest warriors here?"
"He followed in the steps of a flying coward, and fell into a snare.
The cunning beaver may be caught."
As Uncas thus replied, he pointed with his finger toward the solitary Huron, but
without deigning to bestow any other notice on so unworthy an object.
The words of the answer and the air of the speaker produced a strong sensation among
his auditors.
Every eye rolled sullenly toward the individual indicated by the simple gesture,
and a low, threatening murmur passed through the crowd.
The ominous sounds reached the outer door, and the women and children pressing into
the throng, no gap had been left, between shoulder and shoulder, that was not now
filled with the dark lineaments of some eager and curious human countenance.
In the meantime, the more aged chiefs, in the center, communed with each other in
short and broken sentences.
Not a word was uttered that did not convey the meaning of the speaker, in the simplest
and most energetic form. Again, a long and deeply solemn pause took
place.
It was known, by all present, to be the brave precursor of a weighty and important
judgment.
They who composed the outer circle of faces were on tiptoe to gaze; and even the
culprit for an instant forgot his shame in a deeper emotion, and exposed his abject
features, in order to cast an anxious and
troubled glance at the dark assemblage of chiefs.
The silence was finally broken by the aged warrior so often named.
He arose from the earth, and moving past the immovable form of Uncas, placed himself
in a dignified attitude before the offender.
At that moment, the withered squaw already mentioned moved into the circle, in a slow,
sidling sort of a dance, holding the torch, and muttering the indistinct words of what
might have been a species of incantation.
Though her presence was altogether an intrusion, it was unheeded.
Approaching Uncas, she held the blazing brand in such a manner as to cast its red
glare on his person, and to expose the slightest emotion of his countenance.
The Mohican maintained his firm and haughty attitude; and his eyes, so far from
deigning to meet her inquisitive look, dwelt steadily on the distance, as though
it penetrated the obstacles which impeded the view and looked into futurity.
Satisfied with her examination, she left him, with a slight expression of pleasure,
and proceeded to practise the same trying experiment on her delinquent countryman.
The young Huron was in his war paint, and very little of a finely molded form was
concealed by his attire.
The light rendered every limb and joint discernible, and Duncan turned away in
horror when he saw they were writhing in irrepressible agony.
The woman was commencing a low and plaintive howl at the sad and shameful
spectacle, when the chief put forth his hand and gently pushed her aside.
"Reed-that-bends," he said, addressing the young culprit by name, and in his proper
language, "though the Great Spirit has made you pleasant to the eyes, it would have
been better that you had not been born.
Your tongue is loud in the village, but in battle it is still.
None of my young men strike the tomahawk deeper into the war-post--none of them so
lightly on the Yengeese.
The enemy know the shape of your back, but they have never seen the color of your
eyes.
Three times have they called on you to come, and as often did you forget to
answer. Your name will never be mentioned again in
your tribe--it is already forgotten."
As the chief slowly uttered these words, pausing impressively between each sentence,
the culprit raised his face, in deference to the other's rank and years.
Shame, horror, and pride struggled in its lineaments.
His eye, which was contracted with inward anguish, gleamed on the persons of those
whose breath was his fame; and the latter emotion for an instant predominated.
He arose to his feet, and baring his ***, looked steadily on the keen, glittering
knife, that was already upheld by his inexorable judge.
As the weapon passed slowly into his heart he even smiled, as if in joy at having
found death less dreadful than he had anticipated, and fell heavily on his face,
at the feet of the rigid and unyielding form of Uncas.
The squaw gave a loud and plaintive yell, dashed the torch to the earth, and buried
everything in darkness.
The whole shuddering group of spectators glided from the lodge like troubled
sprites; and Duncan thought that he and the yet throbbing body of the victim of an
Indian judgment had now become its only tenants.