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<h2> CHAPTER 2 </h2>
<p>"Sola, sola, wo ha, ho, sola!"<br/>
—Shakespeare<br/></p>
<p>While one of the lovely beings we have so cursorily presented to the
reader was thus lost in thought, the other quickly recovered from the
alarm which induced the exclamation, and, laughing at her own weakness,
she inquired of the youth who rode by her side:</p>
<p>"Are such specters frequent in the woods, Heyward, or is this sight an
especial entertainment ordered on our behalf? If the latter, gratitude
must close our mouths; but if the former, both Cora and I shall have need
to draw largely on that stock of hereditary courage which we boast, even
before we are made to encounter the redoubtable Montcalm."</p>
<p>"Yon Indian is a 'runner' of the army; and, after the fashion of his
people, he may be accounted a hero," returned the officer. "He has
volunteered to guide us to the lake, by a path but little known, sooner
than if we followed the tardy movements of the column; and, by
consequence, more agreeably."</p>
<p>"I like him not," said the lady, shuddering, partly in assumed, yet more
in real terror. "You know him, Duncan, or you would not trust yourself so
freely to his keeping?"</p>
<p>"Say, rather, Alice, that I would not trust you. I do know him, or he
would not have my confidence, and least of all at this moment. He is said
to be a Canadian too; and yet he served with our friends the Mohawks, who,
as you know, are one of the six allied nations. He was brought among us,
as I have heard, by some strange accident in which your father was
interested, and in which the savage was rigidly dealt by; but I forget the
idle tale, it is enough, that he is now our friend."</p>
<p>"If he has been my father's enemy, I like him still less!" exclaimed the
now really anxious girl. "Will you not speak to him, Major Heyward, that I
may hear his tones? Foolish though it may be, you have often heard me avow
my faith in the tones of the human voice!"</p>
<p>"It would be in vain; and answered, most probably, by an ejaculation.
Though he may understand it, he affects, like most of his people, to be
ignorant of the English; and least of all will he condescend to speak it,
now that the war demands the utmost exercise of his dignity. But he stops;
the private path by which we are to journey is, doubtless, at hand."</p>
<p>The conjecture of Major Heyward was true. When they reached the spot where
the Indian stood, pointing into the thicket that fringed the military
road; a narrow and blind path, which might, with some little
inconvenience, receive one person at a time, became visible.</p>
<p>"Here, then, lies our way," said the young man, in a low voice. "Manifest
no distrust, or you may invite the danger you appear to apprehend."</p>
<p>"Cora, what think you?" asked the reluctant fair one. "If we journey with
the troops, though we may find their presence irksome, shall we not feel
better assurance of our safety?"</p>
<p>"Being little accustomed to the practices of the savages, Alice, you
mistake the place of real danger," said Heyward. "If enemies have reached
the portage at all, a thing by no means probable, as our scouts are
abroad, they will surely be found skirting the column, where scalps abound
the most. The route of the detachment is known, while ours, having been
determined within the hour, must still be secret."</p>
<p>"Should we distrust the man because his manners are not our manners, and
that his skin is dark?" coldly asked Cora.</p>
<p>Alice hesitated no longer; but giving her Narrangansett* a smart cut of
the whip, she was the first to dash aside the slight branches of the
bushes, and to follow the runner along the dark and tangled pathway. The
young man regarded the last speaker in open admiration, and even permitted
her fairer, though certainly not more beautiful companion, to proceed
unattended, while he sedulously opened the way himself for the passage of
her who has been called Cora. It would seem that the domestics had been
previously instructed; for, instead of penetrating the thicket, they
followed the route of the column; a measure which Heyward stated had been
dictated by the sagacity of their guide, in order to diminish the marks of
their trail, if, haply, the Canadian savages should be lurking so far in
advance of their army. For many minutes the intricacy of the route
admitted of no further dialogue; after which they emerged from the broad
border of underbrush which grew along the line of the highway, and entered
under the high but dark arches of the forest. Here their progress was less
interrupted; and the instant the guide perceived that the females could
command their steeds, he moved on, at a pace between a trot and a walk,
and at a rate which kept the sure-footed and peculiar animals they rode at
a fast yet easy amble. The youth had turned to speak to the dark-eyed
Cora, when the distant sound of horses hoofs, clattering over the roots of
the broken way in his rear, caused him to check his charger; and, as his
companions drew their reins at the same instant, the whole party came to a
halt, in order to obtain an explanation of the unlooked-for interruption.</p>
<p>* In the state of Rhode Island there is a bay called<br/>
Narragansett, so named after a powerful tribe of Indians,<br/>
which formerly dwelt on its banks. Accident, or one of those<br/>
unaccountable freaks which nature sometimes plays in the<br/>
animal world, gave rise to a breed of horses which were once<br/>
well known in America, and distinguished by their habit of<br/>
pacing. Horses of this race were, and are still, in much<br/>
request as saddle horses, on account of their hardiness and<br/>
the ease of their movements. As they were also sure of foot,<br/>
the Narragansetts were greatly sought for by females who<br/>
were obliged to travel over the roots and holes in the "new<br/>
countries."<br/></p>
<p>In a few moments a colt was seen gliding, like a fallow deer, among the
straight trunks of the pines; and, in another instant, the person of the
ungainly man, described in the preceding chapter, came into view, with as
much rapidity as he could excite his meager beast to endure without coming
to an open rupture. Until now this personage had escaped the observation
of the travelers. If he possessed the power to arrest any wandering eye
when exhibiting the glories of his altitude on foot, his equestrian graces
were still more likely to attract attention.</p>
<p>Notwithstanding a constant application of his one armed heel to the flanks
of the mare, the most confirmed gait that he could establish was a
Canterbury gallop with the hind legs, in which those more forward assisted
for doubtful moments, though generally content to maintain a loping trot.
Perhaps the rapidity of the changes from one of these paces to the other
created an optical illusion, which might thus magnify the powers of the
beast; for it is certain that Heyward, who possessed a true eye for the
merits of a horse, was unable, with his utmost ingenuity, to decide by
what sort of movement his pursuer worked his sinuous way on his footsteps
with such persevering hardihood.</p>
<p>The industry and movements of the rider were not less remarkable than
those of the ridden. At each change in the evolutions of the latter, the
former raised his tall person in the stirrups; producing, in this manner,
by the undue elongation of his legs, such sudden growths and diminishings
of the stature, as baffled every conjecture that might be made as to his
dimensions. If to this be added the fact that, in consequence of the ex
parte application of the spur, one side of the mare appeared to journey
faster than the other; and that the aggrieved flank was resolutely
indicated by unremitted flourishes of a bushy tail, we finish the picture
of both horse and man.</p>
<p>The frown which had gathered around the handsome, open, and manly brow of
Heyward, gradually relaxed, and his lips curled into a slight smile, as he
regarded the stranger. Alice made no very powerful effort to control her
merriment; and even the dark, thoughtful eye of Cora lighted with a humor
that it would seem, the habit, rather than the nature, of its mistress
repressed.</p>
<p>"Seek you any here?" demanded Heyward, when the other had arrived
sufficiently nigh to abate his speed; "I trust you are no messenger of
evil tidings?"</p>
<p>"Even so," replied the stranger, making diligent use of his triangular
castor, to produce a circulation in the close air of the woods, and
leaving his hearers in doubt to which of the young man's questions he
responded; when, however, he had cooled his face, and recovered his
breath, he continued, "I hear you are riding to William Henry; as I am
journeying thitherward myself, I concluded good company would seem
consistent to the wishes of both parties."</p>
<p>"You appear to possess the privilege of a casting vote," returned Heyward;
"we are three, while you have consulted no one but yourself."</p>
<p>"Even so. The first point to be obtained is to know one's own mind. Once
sure of that, and where women are concerned it is not easy, the next is,
to act up to the decision. I have endeavored to do both, and here I am."</p>
<p>"If you journey to the lake, you have mistaken your route," said Heyward,
haughtily; "the highway thither is at least half a mile behind you."</p>
<p>"Even so," returned the stranger, nothing daunted by this cold reception;
"I have tarried at 'Edward' a week, and I should be dumb not to have
inquired the road I was to journey; and if dumb there would be an end to
my calling." After simpering in a small way, like one whose modesty
prohibited a more open expression of his admiration of a witticism that
was perfectly unintelligible to his hearers, he continued, "It is not
prudent for any one of my profession to be too familiar with those he has
to instruct; for which reason I follow not the line of the army; besides
which, I conclude that a gentleman of your character has the best judgment
in matters of wayfaring; I have, therefore, decided to join company, in
order that the ride may be made agreeable, and partake of social
communion."</p>
<p>"A most arbitrary, if not a hasty decision!" exclaimed Heyward, undecided
whether to give vent to his growing anger, or to laugh in the other's
face. "But you speak of instruction, and of a profession; are you an
adjunct to the provincial corps, as a master of the noble science of
defense and offense; or, perhaps, you are one who draws lines and angles,
under the pretense of expounding the mathematics?"</p>
<p>The stranger regarded his interrogator a moment in wonder; and then,
losing every mark of self-satisfaction in an expression of solemn
humility, he answered:</p>
<p>"Of offense, I hope there is none, to either party: of defense, I make
none—by God's good mercy, having committed no palpable sin since
last entreating his pardoning grace. I understand not your allusions about
lines and angles; and I leave expounding to those who have been called and
set apart for that holy office. I lay claim to no higher gift than a small
insight into the glorious art of petitioning and thanksgiving, as
practiced in psalmody."</p>
<p>"The man is, most manifestly, a disciple of Apollo," cried the amused
Alice, "and I take him under my own especial protection. Nay, throw aside
that frown, Heyward, and in pity to my longing ears, suffer him to journey
in our train. Besides," she added, in a low and hurried voice, casting a
glance at the distant Cora, who slowly followed the footsteps of their
silent, but sullen guide, "it may be a friend added to our strength, in
time of need."</p>
<p>"Think you, Alice, that I would trust those I love by this secret path,
did I imagine such need could happen?"</p>
<p>"Nay, nay, I think not of it now; but this strange man amuses me; and if
he 'hath music in his soul', let us not churlishly reject his company."
She pointed persuasively along the path with her riding whip, while their
eyes met in a look which the young man lingered a moment to prolong; then,
yielding to her gentle influence, he clapped his spurs into his charger,
and in a few bounds was again at the side of Cora.</p>
<p>"I am glad to encounter thee, friend," continued the maiden, waving her
hand to the stranger to proceed, as she urged her Narragansett to renew
its amble. "Partial relatives have almost persuaded me that I am not
entirely worthless in a duet myself; and we may enliven our wayfaring by
indulging in our favorite pursuit. It might be of signal advantage to one,
ignorant as I, to hear the opinions and experience of a master in the
art."</p>
<p>"It is refreshing both to the spirits and to the body to indulge in
psalmody, in befitting seasons," returned the master of song,
unhesitatingly complying with her intimation to follow; "and nothing would
relieve the mind more than such a consoling communion. But four parts are
altogether necessary to the perfection of melody. You have all the
manifestations of a soft and rich treble; I can, by especial aid, carry a
full tenor to the highest letter; but we lack counter and bass! Yon
officer of the king, who hesitated to admit me to his company, might fill
the latter, if one may judge from the intonations of his voice in common
dialogue."</p>
<p>"Judge not too rashly from hasty and deceptive appearances," said the
lady, smiling; "though Major Heyward can assume such deep notes on
occasion, believe me, his natural tones are better fitted for a mellow
tenor than the bass you heard."</p>
<p>"Is he, then, much practiced in the art of psalmody?" demanded her simple
companion.</p>
<p>Alice felt disposed to laugh, though she succeeded in suppressing her
merriment, ere she answered:</p>
<p>"I apprehend that he is rather addicted to profane song. The chances of a
soldier's life are but little fitted for the encouragement of more sober
inclinations."</p>
<p>"Man's voice is given to him, like his other talents, to be used, and not
to be abused. None can say they have ever known me to neglect my gifts! I
am thankful that, though my boyhood may be said to have been set apart,
like the youth of the royal David, for the purposes of music, no syllable
of rude verse has ever profaned my lips."</p>
<p>"You have, then, limited your efforts to sacred song?"</p>
<p>"Even so. As the psalms of David exceed all other language, so does the
psalmody that has been fitted to them by the divines and sages of the
land, surpass all vain poetry. Happily, I may say that I utter nothing but
the thoughts and the wishes of the King of Israel himself; for though the
times may call for some slight changes, yet does this version which we use
in the colonies of New England so much exceed all other versions, that, by
its richness, its exactness, and its spiritual simplicity, it approacheth,
as near as may be, to the great work of the inspired writer. I never abide
in any place, sleeping or waking, without an example of this gifted work.
'Tis the six-and-twentieth edition, promulgated at Boston, Anno Domini
1744; and is entitled, 'The Psalms, Hymns, and Spiritual Songs of the Old
and New Testaments; faithfully translated into English Metre, for the Use,
Edification, and Comfort of the Saints, in Public and Private, especially
in New England'."</p>
<p>During this eulogium on the rare production of his native poets, the
stranger had drawn the book from his pocket, and fitting a pair of
iron-rimmed spectacles to his nose, opened the volume with a care and
veneration suited to its sacred purposes. Then, without circumlocution or
apology, first pronounced the word "Standish," and placing the unknown
engine, already described, to his mouth, from which he drew a high, shrill
sound, that was followed by an octave below, from his own voice, he
commenced singing the following words, in full, sweet, and melodious
tones, that set the music, the poetry, and even the uneasy motion of his
ill-trained beast at defiance; "How good it is, O see, And how it pleaseth
well, Together e'en in unity, For brethren so to dwell. It's like the
choice ointment, From the head to the beard did go; Down Aaron's head,
that downward went His garment's skirts unto."</p>
<p>The delivery of these skillful rhymes was accompanied, on the part of the
stranger, by a regular rise and fall of his right hand, which terminated
at the descent, by suffering the fingers to dwell a moment on the leaves
of the little volume; and on the ascent, by such a flourish of the member
as none but the initiated may ever hope to imitate. It would seem long
practice had rendered this manual accompaniment necessary; for it did not
cease until the preposition which the poet had selected for the close of
his verse had been duly delivered like a word of two syllables.</p>
<p>Such an innovation on the silence and retirement of the forest could not
fail to enlist the ears of those who journeyed at so short a distance in
advance. The Indian muttered a few words in broken English to Heyward,
who, in his turn, spoke to the stranger; at once interrupting, and, for
the time, closing his musical efforts.</p>
<p>"Though we are not in danger, common prudence would teach us to journey
through this wilderness in as quiet a manner as possible. You will then,
pardon me, Alice, should I diminish your enjoyments, by requesting this
gentleman to postpone his chant until a safer opportunity."</p>
<p>"You will diminish them, indeed," returned the arch girl; "for never did I
hear a more unworthy conjunction of execution and language than that to
which I have been listening; and I was far gone in a learned inquiry into
the causes of such an unfitness between sound and sense, when you broke
the charm of my musings by that bass of yours, Duncan!"</p>
<p>"I know not what you call my bass," said Heyward, piqued at her remark,
"but I know that your safety, and that of Cora, is far dearer to me than
could be any orchestra of Handel's music." He paused and turned his head
quickly toward a thicket, and then bent his eyes suspiciously on their
guide, who continued his steady pace, in undisturbed gravity. The young
man smiled to himself, for he believed he had mistaken some shining berry
of the woods for the glistening eyeballs of a prowling savage, and he rode
forward, continuing the conversation which had been interrupted by the
passing thought.</p>
<p>Major Heyward was mistaken only in suffering his youthful and generous
pride to suppress his active watchfulness. The cavalcade had not long
passed, before the branches of the bushes that formed the thicket were
cautiously moved asunder, and a human visage, as fiercely wild as savage
art and unbridled passions could make it, peered out on the retiring
footsteps of the travelers. A gleam of exultation shot across the
darkly-painted lineaments of the inhabitant of the forest, as he traced
the route of his intended victims, who rode unconsciously onward, the
light and graceful forms of the females waving among the trees, in the
curvatures of their path, followed at each bend by the manly figure of
Heyward, until, finally, the shapeless person of the singing master was
concealed behind the numberless trunks of trees, that rose, in dark lines,
in the intermediate space.</p>
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