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<h2> CHAPTER XIX. </h2>
<p>"And yet, poor Edwin was no vulgar boy."<br/>
—Beattie.<br/></p>
<p>The close of Christmas Day, A.D. 1793, was tempestuous, but comparatively
warm. When darkness had again hid the objects in the village from the gaze
of Elizabeth, she turned from the window, where she had remained while the
least vestige of light lingered over the tops of the dark pines, with a
curiosity that was rather excited than appeased by the passing glimpses of
woodland scenery that she had caught during the day.</p>
<p>With her arm locked in that of Miss Grant, the young mistress of the
mansion walked slowly up and down the hall, musing on scenes that were
rapidly recurring to her memory, and possibly dwelling, at times, in the
sanctuary of her thoughts, on the strange occurrences that had led to the
introduction to her father's family of one whose Manners so singularly
contradicted the inferences to be drawn from his situation. The expiring
heat of the apartment—for its great size required a day to reduce
its temperature—had given to her cheeks a bloom that exceeded their
natural color, while the mild and melancholy features of Louisa were
brightened with a faint tinge, that, like the hectic of disease, gave a
painful interest to her beauty.</p>
<p>The eyes of the gentlemen, who were yet seated around the rich wines of
Judge Temple, frequently wandered from the table, that was placed at one
end of the hall, to the forms that were silently moving over its length.
Much mirth, and that, at times, of a boisterous kind, proceeded from the
mouth of Richard; but Major Hartmann was not yet excited to his pitch of
merriment, and Marmaduke respected the presence of his clerical guest too
much to indulge in even the innocent humor that formed no small ingredient
in his character.</p>
<p>Such were, and such continued to be, the pursuits of the party, for half
an hour after the shutters were closed, and candles were placed in various
parts of the hall, as substitutes for departing daylight. The appearance
of Benjamin, staggering under the burden of an armful of wood, was the
first interruption to the scene.</p>
<p>"How now, Master Pump!" roared the newly appointed sheriff; "is there not
warmth enough in 'Duke's best Madeira to keep up the animal heat through
this thaw? Remember, old boy, that the Judge is particular with his beech
and maple, beginning to dread already a scarcity of the precious articles.
Ha! ha! ha! 'Duke, you are a good, warm-hearted relation, I will own, as
in duty bound, but you have some queer notions about you, after all.
'Come, let us be jolly, and cast away folly."</p>
<p>The notes gradually sank into a hum, while the major-domo threw down his
load, and, turning to his interrogator with an air of earnestness,
replied:</p>
<p>"Why, look you, Squire Dickon, mayhap there's a warm latitude round about
the table there, thof it's not the stuff to raise the heat in my body,
neither; the raal Jamaiky being the only thing to do that, besides good
wood, or some such matter as Newcastle coal. But, if I know anything of
the weather, d'ye see, it's time to be getting all snog, and for putting
the ports in and stirring the fires a bit. Mayhap I've not followed the
seas twenty-seven years, and lived another seven in these here woods, for
nothing, gemmen."</p>
<p>"Why, does it bid fair for a change in the weather, Benjamin?" inquired
the master of the house.</p>
<p>"There's a shift of wind, your honor," returned the steward; "and when
there's a shift of wind, you may look for a change in this here climate. I
was aboard of one of Rodney's fleet, dye see, about the time we licked De
Grasse, Mounsheer Lor Quaw's countryman, there; and the wind was here at
the south'ard and east'ard; and I was below, mixing a toothful of hot
stuff for the captain of marines, who dined, dye see, in the cabin, that
there very same day; and I suppose he wanted to put out the captain's fire
with a gun-room ingyne; and so, just as I got it to my own liking, after
tasting pretty often, for the soldier was difficult to please, slap came
the foresail agin' the mast, whiz went the ship round on her heel, like a
whirligig. And a lucky thing was it that our helm was down; for as she
gathered starnway she paid off, which was more than every ship in the
fleet did, or could do. But she strained herself in the trough of the sea,
and she shipped a deal of water over her quarter. I never swallowed so
much clear water at a time in my life as I did then, for I was looking up
the after-hatch at the instant."</p>
<p>"I wonder, Benjamin, that you did not die with a dropsy!" said Marmaduke.</p>
<p>"I mought, Judge," said the old tar, with a broad grin; "but there was no
need of the medicine chest for a cure; for, as I thought the brew was
spoilt for the marine's taste, and there was no telling when another sea
might come and spoil it for mine. I finished the mug on the spot. So then
all hands was called to the pumps, and there we began to ply the pumps—"</p>
<p>"Well, but the weather?" interrupted Marmaduke; "what of the weather
without doors?"</p>
<p>"Why here the wind has been all day at the south, and now there's a lull,
as if the last blast was out of the bellows; and there's a streak along
the mountains, to the northard, that, just now, wasn't wider than the
bigness of your hand; and then the clouds drive afore it as you'd brail a
mainsail, and the stars are heaving in sight, like so many lights and
beacons, put there to warn us to pile on the wood; and, if so be that I'm
a judge of weather, it's getting to be time to build on a fire, or you'll
have half of them there porter bottles, and them dimmyjohns of wine, in
the locker here, breaking with the frost, afore the morning watch is
called."</p>
<p>"Thou art a prudent sentinel," said the Judge. "Act thy pleasure with the
forests, for this night at feast."</p>
<p>Benjamin did as he was ordered; nor had two hours elapsed, before the
prudence of his precautions became very visible. The south wind had,
indeed, blown itself cut, and it was succeeded by the calmness that
usually gave warning of a serious change in the weather. Long before the
family retired to rest, the cold had become cuttingly severe; and when
Monsieur Le Quoi sallied c forth under a bright moon, to seek his own
abode, he was compelled to beg a blanket, in which he might envelop c his
form, in addition to the numerous garments that his sagacity had provided
for the occasion. The divine and his daughter remained as inmates of the
mansion-house during the night, and the excess of last night's merriment c
induced the gentlemen to make an early retreat to their several
apartments. Long before midnight, the whole family were invisible.</p>
<p>Elizabeth and her friend had not yet lost their senses in sleep, and the
howlings of the northwest wind were heard around the buildings, and
brought with them that exquisite sense of comfort that is ever excited
under such circumstances, in an apartment where the fire has not yet
ceased to glimmer, and curtains, and shutters, and feathers unite to
preserve the desired temperature. Once, just as her eyes had opened,
apparently in the last stage of drowsiness, the roaring winds brought with
them a long and plaintive howl, that seemed too wild for a dog, and yet
resembled the cries of that faithful animal, when night awakens his
vigilance, and gives sweetness and solemnity to its charms. The form of
Louis Grant instinctively pressed nearer to that of the young heiress,
who, finding her companion was yet awake, said in a low tone, as if afraid
to break a charm with her voice:</p>
<p>"Those distant cries are plaintive, and even beautiful. Can they be the
hounds from the hut of Leather-Stocking?"</p>
<p>"They are wolves, who have ventured from the mountain, on the lake,"
whispered Louisa, "and who are only kept from the village by the lights.
One night, since we have been here, hunger drove them to our very door.
Oh, what a dreadful night it was! But the riches of Judge Temple have
given him too many safeguards, to leave room for fear in this house."</p>
<p>"The enterprise of Judge Temple is taming the very forests!" exclaimed
Elizabeth, throwing off the covering, and partly rising in the bed. "How
rapidly is civilization treading on the foot of Nature!" she continued, as
her eye glanced over not only the comforts, but the luxuries of her
apartment, and her ear again listened to the distant, but often repeated
howls from the lake. Finding, how-ever, that the timidity of her companion
rendered the sounds painful to her, Elizabeth resumed her place, and soon
forgot the changes in the country, with those in her own condition, in a
deep sleep.</p>
<p>The following morning, the noise of the female servant, who entered the
apartment to light the fire, awoke the females. They arose, and finished
the slight preparations I of their toilets in a clear, cold atmosphere,
that penetrated through all the defences of even Miss Temple's warm room.
When Elizabeth was attired, she approached a window and drew its curtain,
and throwing open its shutters she endeavored to look abroad on the
village and the lake. But a thick covering of frost on the glass, while it
admitted the light, shut out the view. She raised the sash, and then,
indeed, a glorious scene met her delighted eye.</p>
<p>The lake had exchanged its covering of unspotted snow for a face of dark
ice, that reflected the rays of the rising sun like a polished mirror. The
houses clothed in a dress of the same description, but which, owing to its
position, shone like bright steel; while the enormous icicles that were
pendent from every roof caught the brilliant light, apparently throwing it
from one to the other, as each glittered, on the side next the luminary,
with a golden lustre that melted away, on its opposite, into the dusky
shades of a background. But it was the appearance of the boundless forests
that covered the hills as they rose in the distance, one over the other,
that most attracted the gaze of Miss Temple. The huge branches of the
pines and hemlocks bent with the weight of the ice they supported, while
their summits rose above the swelling tops of the oaks, beeches, and
maples, like spires of burnished silver issuing from domes of the same
material. The limits of the view, in the west, were marked by an
undulating outline of bright light, as if, reversing the order of nature,
numberless suns might momentarily he expected to heave above the horizon.
In the foreground of the picture, along the shores of the lake, and near
to the village, each tree seemed studded with diamonds. Even the sides of
the mountains where the rays of the sun could not yet fall, were decorated
with a glassy coat, that presented every gradation of brilliancy, from the
first touch of the luminary to the dark foliage of the hemlock, glistening
through its coat of crystal. In short, the whole view was one scene of
quivering radiancy, as lake, mountains, village, and woods, each emitted a
portion of light, tinged with its peculiar hue, and varied by its position
and its magnitude.</p>
<p>"See!" cried Elizabeth; "see, Louisa; hasten to the window, and observe
the miraculous change!"</p>
<p>Miss Grant complied; and, after bending for a moment in silence from the
opening, she observed, in a low tone, as if afraid to trust the sound of
her voice:</p>
<p>"The change is indeed wonderful! I am surprised that he should be able to
effect it so soon."</p>
<p>Elizabeth turned in amazement, to hear so skeptical a sentiment from one
educated like her companion; but was surprised to find that, instead of
looking at the view, the mild blue eyes of Miss Grant were dwelling on the
form of a well-dressed young man, who was standing before the door of the
building, in earnest conversation with her father. A second look was
necessary before she was able to recognize the person of the young hunter
in a plain, but assuredly the ordinary, garb of a gentleman.</p>
<p>"Everything in this magical country seems to border on the marvellous,"
said Elizabeth; "and, among all the changes, this is certainly not the
least wonderful, The actors are as unique as the scenery."</p>
<p>Miss Grant colored and drew in her head.</p>
<p>"I am a simple country girl, Miss Temple, and I am afraid you will find me
but a poor companion," she said. "I—I am not sure that I understand
all you say. But I really thought that you wished me to notice the
alteration in Mr. Edwards, Is it not more wonderful when we recollect his
origin? They say he is part Indian."</p>
<p>"He is a genteel savage; but let us go down, and give the sachem his tea;
for I suppose he is a descendant of King Philip, if not a grandson of
Pocahontas."</p>
<p>The ladies were met in the hall by Judge Temple, who took his daughter
aside to apprise her of that alteration in the appearance of their new
inmate, with which she was already acquainted.</p>
<p>"He appears reluctant to converse on his former situation," continued
Marmaduke "but I gathered from his discourse, as is apparent from his
manner, that he has seen better days; and I am really inclining to the
opinion of Richard, as to his origin; for it was no unusual thing for the
Indian agents to rear their children in a laudable manner, and—"</p>
<p>"Very well, my dear sir," interrupted his daughter, laughing and averting
her eyes; "it is all well enough, I dare say; but, as I do not understand
a word of the Mohawk language he must be content to speak English; and as
for his behavior, I trust to your discernment to control it."</p>
<p>"Ay! but, Bess," cried the judge, detaining her gently by the hand,
"nothing must be said to him of his past life. This he has begged
particularly of me, as a favor, He is, perhaps, a little soured, just now,
with his wounded arm; the injury seems very light, and another time he may
be more communicative."</p>
<p>"Oh! I am not much troubled, sir, with that laudable thirst after
knowledge that is called curiosity. I shall believe him to be the child of
Corn-stalk, or Corn-planter, or some other renowned chieftain; possibly of
the Big Snake himself; and shall treat him as such until he sees fit to
shave his good-looking head, borrow some half-dozen pair of my best
earrings, shoulder his rifle again, and disappear as suddenly as he made
his entrance. So come, my dear sir, and let us not forget the rites of
hospitality, for the short time he is to remain with us."</p>
<p>Judge Temple smiled at the playfulness of his child, and taking her arm
they entered the breakfast parlor, where the young hunter was seated with
an air that showed his determination to domesticate himself in the family
with as little parade as possible.</p>
<p>Such were the incidents that led to this extraordinary increase in the
family of Judge Temple, where, having once established the youth, the
subject of our tale requires us to leave him for a time, to pursue with
diligence and intelligence the employments that were assigned him by
Marmaduke.</p>
<p>Major Hartmann made his customary visit, and took his leave of the party
for the next three months. Mr. Grant was compelled to be absent most of
his time, in remote parts of the country, and his daughter became almost a
constant visitor at the mansion-house. Richard entered, with his
constitutional eagerness, on the duties of his new office; and, as
Marmaduke was much employed with the constant applications of adventures
for farms, the winter passed swiftly away. The lake was the principal
scene f or the amusements of the young people; where the ladies, in their
one-horse cutter, driven by Richard, and attended, when the snow would
admit of it, by young Ed wards on his skates, spent many hours taking the
benefit of exercise in the clear air of the hills. The reserve of the
youth gradually gave way to time and his situation, though it was still
evident, to a close observer, that he had frequent moments of bitter and
intense feeling.</p>
<p>Elizabeth saw many large openings appear in the sides of the mountains
during the three succeeding months, where different settlers had, in the
language of the country "made their pitch," while the numberless sleighs
that passed through the village, loaded with wheat and barrels of
potashes, afforded a clear demonstration that all these labors were not
undertaken in vain. In short, the whole country was exhibiting the bustle
of a thriving settlement, where the highways were thronged with sleighs,
bearing piles of rough household furniture, studded, here and there, with
the smiling faces of women and children, happy in the excitement of
novelty; or with loads of produce, hastening to the common market at
Albany, that served as so many snares to induce the emigrants to enter
into those wild mountains in search of competence and happiness.</p>
<p>The village was alive with business, the artisans in creasing in wealth
with the prosperity of the country, and each day witnessing some nearer
approach to the manners and usages of an old-settled town. The man who
carried the mail or "the post," as he was called, talked much of running a
stage, and, once or twice during the winter, he was seen taking a single
passenger, in his cutter, through the snow-banks, toward the Mohawk, along
which a regular vehicle glided, semi-weekly, with the velocity of
lightning, and under the direction of a knowing whip from the "down
countries," Toward spring, divers families, who had been into the "old
States" to see their relatives, returned in time to save the snow,
frequently bringing with them whole neighborhoods, who were tempted by
their representations to leave the farms of Connecticut and Massachusetts,
to make a trial of fortune in the woods.</p>
<p>During all this time, Oliver Edwards, whose sudden elevation excited no
surprise in that changeful country, was earnestly engaged in the service
of Marmaduke, during the days; but his nights were often spent in the hut
of Leather-Stocking. The intercourse between the three hunters was
maintained with a certain air of mystery, it is true, but with much zeal
and apparent interest to all the parties. Even Mohegan seldom came to the
mansion-house, and Natty never; but Edwards sought every leisure moment to
visit his former abode, from which he would often return in the gloomy
hours of night through the snow, or, if detained beyond the time at which
the family retired to rest, with the morning sun. These visits certainly
excited much speculation in those to whom they were known, but no comments
were made, excepting occasionally in whispers from Richard, who would say:</p>
<p>"It is not at all remarkable; a half-breed can never be weaned from the
savage ways—and, for one of his lineage, the boy is much nearer
civilization than could, in reason, be expected."</p>
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