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<h2> CHAPTER XVIII. </h2>
<p>"Poor wretch! the mother that him bare,<br/>
If she had been in presence there,<br/>
In his wan face, and sunburnt hair,<br/>
She had not known her child."<br/>
—Scott.<br/></p>
<p>It diminished, in no degree, the effect produced by the conversation which
passed between Judge Temple and the I young hunter, that the former took
the arm of his daughter and drew it through his own, when he advanced from
the spot whither Richard had led him to that where the youth was standing,
leaning on his rifle, and contemplating the dead bird at his feet. The
presence of Marmaduke did not interrupt the sports, which were resumed by
loud and clamorous disputes concerning the conditions of a chance that
involved the life of a bird of much inferior quality to the last.
Leather-Stocking and Mohegan had alone drawn aside to their youthful
companion; and, although in the immediate vicinity of such a throng, the
following conversation was heard only by those who were interested in it.</p>
<p>"I have greatly injured you, Mr. Edwards," said the Judge; but the sudden
and inexplicable start with which the person spoken to received this
unexpected address, caused him to pause a moment. As no answer was given,
and the strong emotion exhibited in the countenance of the youth gradually
passed away, he continued: "But fortunately it is in some measure in my
power to compensate you for what I have done. My kinsman, Richard Jones,
has received an appointment that will, in future, deprive me of his
assistance, and leave me, just now, destitute of one who might greatly aid
me with his pen. Your manner, notwithstanding appearances, is a sufficient
proof of your education, nor will thy shoulder suffer thee to labor, for
some time to come." (Marmaduke insensibly relapsed into the language of
the Friends as he grew warm.) "My doors are open to thee, my young friend,
for in this infant country we harbor no suspicions; little offering to
tempt the cupidity of the evil-disposed. Be come my assistant, for at
least a season, and receive such compensation as thy services will
deserve."</p>
<p>There was nothing in the manner of the offer of the Judge to justify the
reluctance, amounting nearly to loathing, with which the youth listened to
his speech; but, after a powerful effort for self-command, he replied:</p>
<p>"I would serve you, sir, or any other man, for an honest support, for I do
not affect to conceal that my necessities are very great, even beyond what
appearances would indicate; but I am fearful that such new duties would
interfere too much with more important business; so that I must decline
your offer, and depend on my rifle, as before, for subsistence."</p>
<p>Richard here took occasion to whisper to the young lady, who had shrunk a
little from the foreground of the picture:</p>
<p>"This, you see, Cousin Bess, is the natural reluctance of a half-breed to
leave the savage state. Their attachment to a wandering life is, I verily
believe, unconquerable."</p>
<p>"It is a precarious life," observed Marmaduke, without hearing the
sheriff's observation, "and one that brings more evils with it than
present suffering. Trust me, young friend, my experience is greater than
thine, when I tell thee that the unsettled life of these hunters is of
vast disadvantage for temporal purposes, and it totally removes one from
the influence of more sacred things."</p>
<p>"No, no, Judge," interrupted the Leather-Stocking, who was hitherto
unseen, or disregarded; "take him into your shanty in welcome, but tell
him truth. I have lived in the woods for forty long years, and have spent
five at a time without seeing the light of a clearing bigger than a window
in the trees; and I should like to know where you'll find a man, in his
sixty-eighth year, who can get an easier living, for all your betterments
and your deer laws; and, as for honesty, or doing what's right between man
and man, I'll not turn my back to the longest-winded deacon on your
Patent."</p>
<p>"Thou art an exception, Leather-Stocking," returned the Judge, nodding
good-naturedly at the hunter; "for thou hast a temperance unusual in thy
class, and a hardihood exceeding thy years. But this youth is made of I
materials too precious to be wasted in the forest—I entreat thee to
join my family, if it be but till thy arm is healed. My daughter here, who
is mistress of my dwelling, wilt tell thee that thou art welcome."</p>
<p>"Certainly," said Elizabeth, whose earnestness was a little checked by
female reserve. "The unfortunate would be welcome at any time, but doubly
so when we feel that we have occasioned the evil ourselves," "Yes," said
Richard, "and if you relish turkey, young man, there are plenty in the
coops, and of the best kind, I can assure you."</p>
<p>Finding himself thus ably seconded, Marmaduke pushed his advantage to the
utmost. He entered into a detail of the duties that would attend the
situation, and circumstantially mentioned the reward, and all those points
which are deemed of importance among men of business. The youth listened
in extreme agitation. There was an evident contest in his feelings; at
times he appeared to wish eagerly for the change, and then again the
incomprehensible expression of disgust would cross his features, like a
dark cloud obscuring a noonday sun.</p>
<p>The Indian, in whose manner the depression of self-abasement was most
powerfully exhibited, listened to the offers of the Judge with an interest
that increased with each syllable. Gradually he drew nigher to the group
and when, with his keen glance, he detected the most marked evidence of
yielding in the countenance of his young companion, he changed at once
from his attitude and look of shame to the front of an Indian warrior, and
moving, with great dignity, closer to the parties, he spoke.</p>
<p>"Listen to your father," he said; "his words are old. Let the Young Eagle
and the Great Land Chief eat together; let them sleep, without fear, near
each other. The children of Miquon love not blood: they are just, and will
do right. The sun must rise and set often, be fore men can make one
family; it is not the work of a day, but of many winters. The Mingoes and
the Delawares are born enemies; their blood can never mix in the wigwam;
it never will run in the same stream in the battle. What makes the brother
of Miquon and the Young Eagle foes? They are of the same tribe; their
fathers and mothers are one. Learn to wait, my son, you are a Delaware,
and an Indian warrior knows how to be patient."</p>
<p>This figurative address seemed to have great weight with the young man,
who gradually yielded to the representations of Marmaduke, and eventually
consented to his proposal. It was, however, to be an experiment only; and,
if either of the parties thought fit to rescind the engagement, it was
left at his option so to do. The remarkable and ill-concealed reluctance
of the youth to accept of an offer, which most men in his situation would
consider as an unhoped-for elevation, occasioned no little surprise in
those to whom he was a stranger; and it left a slight impression to his
disadvantage. When the parties separated, they very naturally made the
subject the topic of a conversation, which we shall relate; first
commencing with the Judge, his daughter, and Richard, who were slowly
pursuing the way back to the mansion-house.</p>
<p>"I have surely endeavored to remember the holy man dates of our Redeemer,
when he bids us 'love them who despitefully use you,' in my intercourse
with this incomprehensible boy," said Marmaduke. "I know not what there is
in my dwelling to frighten a lad of his years, unless it may he thy
presence and visage, Bess."</p>
<p>"No, no," said Richard, with great simplicity, "it is not Cousin Bess. But
when did you ever know a half-breed, 'Duke, who could bear civilization?
For that mat ter, they are worse than the savages themselves! Did you
notice how knock-kneed he stood, Elizabeth, and what a wild look he had in
his eyes?"</p>
<p>"I heeded not his eyes, nor his knees, which would be all the better for a
little humbling. Really, my dear sir, I think you did exercise the
Christian virtue of patience to the utmost. I was disgusted with his airs,
long before he consented to make one of our family. Truly we are much
honored by the association! In what apartment is he to be placed, sir; and
at what table is he to receive his nectar and ambrosia?"</p>
<p>"With Benjamin and Remarkable," interrupted Mr. Jones; "you sorely would
not make the youth eat with the blacks! He is part Indian, it is true; but
the natives hold the negroes in great contempt. No, no; he would starve
before he would break a crust with the negroes."</p>
<p>"I am but too happy, Dickon, to tempt him to eat with ourselves," said
Marmaduke, "to think of offering even the indignity you propose."</p>
<p>"Then, sir," said Elizabeth, with an air that was slightly affected, as if
submitting to her father's orders in opposition to her own will, "it is
your pleasure that he be a gentleman."</p>
<p>"Certainly; he is to fill the station of one. Let him receive the
treatment that is due to his place, until we find him unworthy of it."</p>
<p>"Well, well, 'Duke," cried the sheriff, "you will find it no easy matter
to make a gentleman of him. The old proverb says that 'it takes three
generations to make a gentleman.' There was my father whom everybody knew
my grandfather was an M.D., and his father a D.D.; and his father came
from England, I never could come at the truth of his origin; but he was
either a great mer chant in London, or a great country lawyer, or the
youngest son of a bishop."</p>
<p>"Here is a true American genealogy for you," said Marmaduke, laughing. "It
does very well till you get across the water, where, as everything is
obscure, it is certain to deal in the superlative. You are sure that your
English progenitor was great, Dickon, whatever his profession might have
been?"</p>
<p>"To be sure I am," returned the other. "I have heard my old aunt talk of
him by the month. We are of a good family, Judge Temple, and have never
filled any but honorable stations in life."</p>
<p>"I marvel that you should be satisfied with so scanty a provision of
gentility in the olden time, Dickon. Most of the American genealogists
commence their traditions like the stories for children, with three
brothers, taking especial care that one of the triumvirate shall be the
pro genitor of any of the same name who may happen to be better furnished
with worldly gear than themselves. But, here, all are equal who know how
to conduct themselves with propriety; and Oliver Edwards comes into my
family on a footing with both the high sheriff and the judge."</p>
<p>"Well, 'Duke, I call this democracy, not republicanism; but I say nothing;
only let him keep within the law, or I shall show him that the freedom of
even this country is under wholesome restraint."</p>
<p>"Surely, Dickon, you will not execute till I condemn! But what says Bess
to the new inmate? We must pay a deference to the ladies in this matter,
after all."</p>
<p>"Oh, sir!" returned Elizabeth, "I believe I am much like a certain Judge
Temple in this particular—not easily to be turned from my opinion.
But, to be serious, although I must think the introduction of a
demi-savage into the family a somewhat startling event, whomsoever you
think proper to countenance may be sure of my respect."</p>
<p>The Judge drew her arm more closely in his own and smiled, while Richard
led the way through the gate of the little court-yard in the rear of the
dwelling, dealing out his ambiguous warnings with his accustomed
loquacity.</p>
<p>On the other hand, the foresters—for the three hunters,
notwithstanding their difference in character, well deserved this common
name—pursued their course along the skirts of the village in
silence. It was not until they had reached the lake, and were moving over
its frozen surface toward the foot of the mountain, where the hut stood,
that the youth exclaimed:</p>
<p>"Who could have foreseen this a month since! I have consented to serve
Marmaduke Temple—to be an inmate in the dwelling of the greatest
enemy of my race; yet what better could I do? The servitude cannot be
long; and, when the motive for submitting to it ceases to exist, I will
shake it off like the dust from my feet."</p>
<p>"Is he a Mingo, that you will call him enemy?" said Mohegan. "The Delaware
warrior sits still, and waits the time of the Great Spirit. He is no
woman, to cry out like a child."</p>
<p>"Well, I'm mistrustful, John," said Leather-Stocking, in whose air there
had been, during the whole business, a strong expression of doubt and
uncertainty. "They say that there's new laws in the land, and I'm sartin
that there's new ways in the mountains. One hardly knows the lakes and
streams, they've altered the country so much. I must say I'm mistrustful
of such smooth speakers; for I've known the whites talk fair when they
wanted the Indian lands most. This I will say, though I'm a white myself,
and was born nigh York, and of honest parents, too."</p>
<p>"I will submit," said the youth; "I will forget who I am. Cease to
remember, old Mohegan, that I am the descendant of a Delaware chief, who
once was master of these noble hills, these beautiful vales, and of this
water, over which we tread. Yes, yes; I will become his bonds man—his
slave, Is it not an honorable servitude, old man?"</p>
<p>"Old man!" repeated the Indian solemnly, and pausing in his walk, as
usual, when much excited; "yes, John is old. Son of my brother! if Mohegan
was young, when would his rifle be still? Where would the deer hide, and
he not find him? But John is old; his hand is the hand of a squaw; his
tomahawk is a hatchet; brooms and baskets are his enemies—he strikes
no other. Hunger and old age come together. See Hawk-eye! when young, he
would go days and eat nothing; but should he not put the brush on the fire
now, the blaze would go out. Take the son of Miquon by the hand, and he
will help you."</p>
<p>"I'm not the man I was, I'll own, Chingachgook," returned the
Leather-Stocking; "but I can go without a meal now, on occasion. When we
tracked the Iroquois through the 'Beech-woods,' they drove the game afore
them, for I hadn't a morsel to eat from Monday morning come Wednesday
sundown, and then I shot as fat a buck, on the Pennsylvany line, as ever
mortal laid eyes on. It would have done your heart good to have seen the
Delaware eat; for I was out scouting and skrimmaging with their tribe at
the time. Lord! The Indians, lad, lay still, and just waited till
Providence should send them their game, but I foraged about, and put a
deer up, and put him down too, afore he had made a dozen jumps. I was too
weak and too ravenous to stop for his flesh, so I took a good drink of his
blood, and the Indians ate of his meat raw. John was there, and John
knows. But then starvation would be apt to be too much for me now, I will
own, though I'm no great eater at any time."</p>
<p>"Enough is said, my friend," cried the youth. "I feel that everywhere the
sacrifice is required at my hands, and it shall be made; but say no more,
I entreat you; I can not bear this subject now."</p>
<p>His companions were silent; and they soon reached the hut, which they
entered, after removing certain complicated and ingenious fastenings, that
were put there apparently to guard a property of but very little value.
Immense piles of snow lay against the log walls of this secluded
habitation on one side; while fragments of small trees, and branches of
oak and chestnut, that had been torn from their parent stems by the winds,
were thrown into a pile on the other. A small column of smoke rose through
a chimney of sticks, cemented with clay, along the side of the rock, and
had marked the snow above with its dark tinges, in a wavy line, from the
point of emission to an other, where the hill receded from the brow of a
precipice, and held a soil that nourished trees of a gigantic growth, that
overhung the little bottom beneath.</p>
<p>The remainder of the day passed off as such days are commonly spent in a
new country. The settlers thronged to the academy again, to witness the
second effort of Mr. Grant; and Mohegan was one of his hearers. But, not
withstanding the divine fixed his eyes intently on the Indian when he
invited his congregation to advance to the table, the shame of last
night's abasement was yet too keen in the old chief to suffer him to move.</p>
<p>When the people were dispersing, the clouds that had been gathering all
the morning were dense and dirty, and before half of the curious
congregation had reached their different cabins, that were placed in every
glen and hollow of the mountains, or perched on the summits of the hills
themselves, the rain was falling in torrents. The dark edges of the stumps
began to exhibit themselves, as the snow settled rapidly; the fences of
logs and brush, which before had been only traced by long lines of white
mounds, that ran across the valley and up the mountains, peeped out from
their covering, and the black stubs were momentarily becoming more
distinct, as large masses of snow and ice fell from their sides, under the
influence of the thaw.</p>
<p>Sheltered in the warm hall of her father's comfortable mansion, Elizabeth,
accompanied by Louisa Grant, looked abroad with admiration at the
ever-varying face of things without. Even the village, which had just
before been glittering with the color of the frozen element, reluctantly
dropped its mask, and the houses exposed their dark roofs and smoked
chimneys. The pines shook off the covering of snow, and everything seemed
to be assuming its proper hues with a transition that bordered on the
supernatural.</p>
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