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<h2> CHAPTER 25 </h2>
<p>"Snug.—Have you the lion's part written? Pray you, if it<br/>
be, give it to me, for I am slow of study.<br/>
<br/>
Quince.—You may do it extempore, for it is nothing but<br/>
roaring."<br/>
—Midsummer Night's Dream.<br/></p>
<p>There was a strange blending of the ridiculous with that which was solemn
in this scene. The beast still 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:</p>
<p>"Now let my brother show his power."</p>
<p>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.</p>
<p>"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."</p>
<p>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.</p>
<p>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.</p>
<p>"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."</p>
<p>"Tell me the meaning of this masquerade; and why you have attempted so
desperate an adventure?"</p>
<p>"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?"</p>
<p>"To my great grief! He is captive, and condemned to die at the rising of
the sun."</p>
<p>"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."</p>
<p>"Keep to your tale," said the impatient Heyward; "we know not at what
moment the Hurons may return."</p>
<p>"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."</p>
<p>"And dearly has he paid for the weakness."</p>
<p>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:</p>
<p>"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."</p>
<p>"And admirably did you enact the character; the animal itself might have
been shamed by the representation."</p>
<p>"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 or 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?"</p>
<p>"Heaven knows. I have examined every lodge in the village, without
discovering the slightest trace of her presence in the tribe."</p>
<p>"You heard what the singer said, as he left us: 'She is at hand, and
expects you'?"</p>
<p>"I have been compelled to believe he alluded to this unhappy woman."</p>
<p>"The simpleton was frightened, and blundered through his message; but he
had a deeper meaning. Here are walls enough to separate the whole
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."</p>
<p>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.</p>
<p>"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."</p>
<p>Duncan, who had already swung eagerly forward, drew instantly back on
hearing these discouraging words.</p>
<p>"Am I, then, so very revolting?" he demanded, with an air of chagrin.</p>
<p>"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."</p>
<p>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.</p>
<p>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.</p>
<p>"Duncan!" she exclaimed, in a voice that seemed to tremble at the sounds
created by itself.</p>
<p>"Alice!" he answered, leaping carelessly among trunks, boxes, arms, and
furniture, until he stood at her side.</p>
<p>"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."</p>
<p>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.</p>
<p>"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."</p>
<p>"Can I do otherwise for a father who has done so much for me?"</p>
<p>"And for me, too," continued the youth, gently pressing the hand he held
in both his own.</p>
<p>The look of innocence and surprise which he received in return convinced
Duncan of the necessity of being more explicit.</p>
<p>"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."</p>
<p>"And, dearest Cora, Duncan; surely Cora was not forgotten?"</p>
<p>"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—"</p>
<p>"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."</p>
<p>"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."</p>
<p>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.</p>
<p>"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."</p>
<p>"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.</p>
<p>"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.</p>
<p>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:</p>
<p>"The pale faces trap the cunning beavers; but the red-skins know how to
take the Yengeese."</p>
<p>"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."</p>
<p>"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.</p>
<p>"Here; singly to your face, or in the presence of your nation."</p>
<p>"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."</p>
<p>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.</p>
<p>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.</p>
<p>"Fool!" exclaimed the chief, in Huron, "go play with the children and
squaws; leave men to their wisdom."</p>
<p>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.</p>
<p>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:</p>
<p>"Hugh!"</p>
<p>"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."</p>
<p>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."</p>
<p>"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."</p>
<p>Duncan pointed out the door by which Magua had come, and which now
presented too many obstacles to a quick retreat.</p>
<p>"Bring on the gentle one, then," continued his friend; "we must make a
push for the woods by the other outlet."</p>
<p>"'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."</p>
<p>"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."</p>
<p>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.</p>
<p>"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."</p>
<p>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.</p>
<p>The crowd fell back a little, and permitted the father, and one who
appeared to be the husband of the woman, to approach.</p>
<p>"Has my brother driven away the evil spirit?" demanded the former. "What
has he in his arms?"</p>
<p>"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."</p>
<p>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:</p>
<p>"Go; I am a man, and I will enter the rock and fight the wicked one."</p>
<p>Heyward had gladly obeyed, and was already past the little group, when
these startling words arrested him.</p>
<p>"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."</p>
<p>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.</p>
<p>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.</p>
<p>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.</p>
<p>"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."</p>
<p>"Nay, Alice, you are yet too weak."</p>
<p>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.</p>
<p>"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."</p>
<p>"And you!" demanded Heyward, in surprise; "surely we part not here?"</p>
<p>"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."</p>
<p>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.</p>
<p>"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!"</p>
<p>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.</p>
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