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<h2> CHAPTER XXI. </h2>
<p>"Speed! Malise, speed! such cause of haste<br/>
Thine active sinews never braced."<br/>
—Scott.<br/></p>
<p>The roads of Otsego, if we except the principal high ways, were, at the
early day of our tale, but little better than wood-paths. The high trees
that were growing on the very verge of the wheel-tracks excluded the sun's
rays, unless at meridian; and the slowness of the evaporation, united with
the rich mould of vegetable decomposition that covered the whole country
to the depth of several inches, occasioned but an indifferent foundation
for the footing of travellers. Added to these were the inequalities of a
natural surface, and the constant recurrence of enormous and slippery
roots that were laid bare by the removal of the light soil, together with
stumps of trees, to make a passage not only difficult but dangerous. Yet
the riders among these numerous obstructions, which were such as would
terrify an unpracticed eye, gave no demonstrations of uneasiness as their
horses toiled through the sloughs or trotted with uncertain paces along
the dark route. In many places the marks on the trees were the only
indications of a road, with perhaps an occasional remnant of a pine that,
by being cut close to the earth, so as to leave nothing visible but its
base of roots, spreading for twenty feet in every direction, was
apparently placed there as a beacon to warn the traveller that it was the
centre of a highway.</p>
<p>Into one of these roads the active sheriff led the way, first striking out
of the foot-path, by which they had descended from the sugar-bush, across
a little bridge, formed of round logs laid loosely on sleepers of pine, in
which large openings of a formidable width were frequent. The nag of
Richard, when it reached one of these gaps, laid its nose along the logs
and stepped across the difficult passage with the sagacity of a man; but
the blooded filly which Miss Temple rode disdained so humble a movement.
She made a step or two with an unusual caution, and then, on reaching the
broadest opening, obedient to the curt and whip of her fearless mistress,
she bounded across the dangerous pass with the activity of a squirrel.</p>
<p>"Gently, gently, my child," said Marmaduke, who was following in the
manner of Richard; "this is not a country for equestrian feats. Much
prudence is requisite to journey through our rough paths with safety. Thou
mayst practise thy skill in horsemanship on the plains of New Jersey with
safety; but in the hills of Otsego they may be suspended for a time."</p>
<p>"I may as well then relinquish my saddle at once, dear sir," returned his
daughter; "for if it is to be laid aside until this wild country be
improved, old age will overtake me, and put an end to what you term my
equestrian feats."</p>
<p>"Say not so, my child," returned her father; "but if thou venturest again
as in crossing this bridge, old age will never overtake thee, but I shall
be left to mourn thee, cut off in thy pride, my Elizabeth. If thou hadst
seen this district of country, as I did, when it lay in the sleep of
nature, and bad witnessed its rapid changes as it awoke to supply the
wants of man, thou wouldst curb thy impatience for a little time, though
thou shouldst not check thy steed."</p>
<p>"I recollect hearing you speak of your first visit to these woods, but the
impression is faint, and blended with the confused images of childhood.
Wild and unsettled as it may yet seem, it must have been a thousand times
more dreary then. Will you repeat, dear sir, what you then thought of your
enterprise, and what you felt?"</p>
<p>During this speech of Elizabeth, which was uttered with the fervor of
affection, young Edwards rode more closely to the side of the Judge, and
bent his dark eyes on his countenance with an expression that seemed to
read his thoughts.</p>
<p>"Thou wast then young, my child, but must remember when I left thee and
thy mother, to take my first survey of these uninhabited mountains," said
Marmaduke. "But thou dost not feel all the secret motives that can urge a
man to endure privations in order to accumulate wealth. In my case they
have not been trifling, and God has been pleased to smile on my efforts.
If I have encountered pain, famine, and disease in accomplishing the
settlement of this rough territory, I have not the misery of failure to
add to the grievances."</p>
<p>"Famine!" echoed Elizabeth; "I thought this was the land of abundance! Had
you famine to contend with?"</p>
<p>"Even so, my child," said her father. "Those who look around them now, and
see the loads of produce that issue out of every wild path in these
mountains during the season of travelling, will hardly credit that no more
than five years have elapsed since the tenants of these woods were
compelled to eat the scanty fruits of the forest to sustain life, and,
with their unpracticed skill, to hunt the beasts as food for their
starving families."</p>
<p>"Ay!" cried Richard, who happened to overhear the last of this speech
between the notes of the wood-chopper's song, which he was endeavoring to
breathe aloud; "that was the starving-time,* Cousin Bess. I grew as lank
as a weasel that fall, and my face was as pale as one of your
fever-and-ague visages. Monsieur Le Quoi, there, fell away like a pumpkin
in drying; nor do I think you have got fairly over it yet, monsieur.
Benjamin, I thought, bore it with a worse grace than any of the family;
for he swore it was harder to endure than a short allowance in the calm
latitudes. Benjamin is a sad fellow to swear if you starve him ever so
little. I had half a mind to quit you then, 'Duke, and to go into
Pennsylvania to fatten; but, damn it, thinks I, we are sisters' children,
and I will live or die with him, after all."</p>
<p>* The author has no better apology for interrupting the interest of a<br/>
work of fiction by these desultory dialogues than that they have ref-<br/>
erence to facts. In reviewing his work, after so many years, he is<br/>
compelled to confess it is injured by too many allusions to incidents<br/>
that are not at all suited to satisfy the just expectations of the<br/>
general reader. One of these events is slightly touched on in the<br/>
commencement of this chapter.<br/></p>
<p>More than thirty years since a very near and dear relative of the writer,
an elder sister and a second mother, was killed by a fall from a horse in
a ride among the very mountains mentioned in this tale. Few of her sex and
years were more extensively known or more universally beloved than the
admirable woman who thus fell a victim to the chances of the wilderness.
"I do not forget thy kindness," said Marmaduke, "nor that we are of one
blood."</p>
<p>"But, my dear father," cried the wondering Elizabeth, "was there actual
suffering? Where were the beautiful and fertile vales of the Mohawk? Could
they not furnish food for your wants?"</p>
<p>"It was a season of scarcity; the necessities of life commanded a high
price in Europe, and were greedily sought after by the speculators. The
emigrants from the East to the West invariably passed along the valley of
the Mohawk, and swept away the means of subsistence like a swarm of
locusts, Nor were the people on the Flats in a much better condition. They
were in want themselves, but they spared the little excess of provisions
that nature did not absolutely require, with the justice of the German
character. There was no grinding of the poor. The word speculator was then
unknown to them. I have seen many a stout man, bending under the load of
the bag of meal which he was carrying from the mills of the Mohawk,
through the rugged passes of these mountains, to feed his half-famished
children, with a heart so light, as he approached his hut, that the thirty
miles he had passed seemed nothing. Remember, my child, it was in our very
infancy; we had neither mills, nor grain, nor roads, nor often clearings;
we had nothing of increase but the mouths that were to be fed: for even at
that inauspicious moment the restless spirit of emigration was not idle;
nay, the general scarcity which extended to the East tended to increase
the number of adventurers."</p>
<p>"And how, dearest father, didst thou encounter this dreadful evil?" said
Elizabeth, unconsciously adopting the dialect of her parent in the warmth
of her sympathy. "Upon thee must have fallen the responsibility, if not
the suffering."</p>
<p>"It did, Elizabeth," returned the Judge, pausing for a single moment, as
if musing on his former feelings. "I had hundreds at that dreadful time
daily looking up to me for bread. The sufferings of their families and the
gloomy prospect before them had paralyzed the enterprise and efforts of my
settlers; hunger drove them to the woods for food, but despair sent them
at night, enfeebled and wan, to a sleepless pillow. It was not a moment
for in action. I purchased cargoes of wheat from the granaries of
Pennsylvania; they were landed at Albany and brought up the Mohawk in
boats; from thence it was transported on pack-horses into the wilderness
and distributed among my people. Seines were made, and the lakes and
rivers were dragged for fish. Something like a miracle was wrought in our
favor, for enormous shoals of herrings were discovered to have wandered
five hundred miles through the windings of the impetuous Susquehanna, and
the lake was alive with their numbers. These were at length caught and
dealt out to the people, with proper portions of salt, and from that
moment we again began to prosper." *</p>
<p>* All this was literally true.<br/></p>
<p>"Yes," cried Richard, "and I was the man who served out the fish and salt.
When the poor devils came to receive their rations, Benjamin, who was my
deputy, was obliged to keep them off by stretching ropes around me, for
they smelt so of garlic, from eating nothing but the wild onion, that the
fumes put me out often in my measurement. You were a child then, Bess, and
knew nothing of the matter, for great care was observed to keep both you
and your mother from suffering. That year put me back dreadfully, both in
the breed of my hogs and of my turkeys."</p>
<p>"No, Bess," cried the Judge, in a more cheerful tone, disregarding the
interruption of his cousin, "he who hears of the settlement of a country
knows but little of the toil and suffering by which it is accomplished.
Unimproved and wild as this district now seems to your eyes, what was it
when I first entered the hills? I left my party, the morning of my
arrival, near the farms of the Cherry Valley, and, following a deer-path,
rode to the summit of the mountain that I have since called Mount Vision;
for the sight that there met my eyes seemed to me as the deceptions of a
dream. The fire had run over the pinnacle, and in a great measure laid
open the view. The leaves were fallen, and I mounted a tree and sat for an
hour looking on the silent wilderness. Not an opening was to be seen in
the boundless forest except where the lake lay, like a mirror of glass.
The water was covered by myriads of the wild-fowl that migrate with the
changes in the season; and while in my situation on the branch of the
beech, I saw a bear, with her cubs, descend to the shore to drink. I had
met many deer, gliding through the woods, in my journey; but not the
vestige of a man could I trace during my progress, nor from my elevated
observatory. No clearing, no hut, none of the winding roads that are now
to be seen, were there; nothing but mountains rising behind mountains; and
the valley, with its surface of branches enlivened here and there with the
faded foliage of some tree that parted from its leaves with more than
ordinary reluctance. Even the Susquehanna was then hid by the height and
density of the forest."</p>
<p>"And were you alone?" asked Elizabeth: "passed you the night in that
solitary state?"</p>
<p>"Not so, my child," returned the father. "After musing on the scene for an
hour, with a mingled feeling of pleasure and desolation, I left my perch
and descended the mountain. My horse was left to browse on the twigs that
grew within his reach, while I explored the shores of the lake and the
spot where Templeton stands. A pine of more than ordinary growth stood
where my dwelling is now placed! A wind—row had been opened through
the trees from thence to the lake, and my view was but little impeded.
Under the branches of that tree I made my solitary dinner. I had just
finished my repast as I saw smoke curling from under the mountain, near
the eastern bank of the lake. It was the only indication of the vicinity
of man that I had then seen. After much toil I made my way to the spot,
and found a rough cabin of logs, built against the foot of a rock, and
bearing the marks of a tenant, though I found no one within it—"</p>
<p>"It was the hut of Leather-Stocking," said Edwards quickly.</p>
<p>"It was; though I at first supposed it to be a habitation of the Indians.
But while I was lingering around the spot Natty made his appearance,
staggering under the carcass of a buck that he had slain. Our acquaintance
commenced at that time; before, I had never heard that such a being
tenanted the woods. He launched his bark canoe and set me across the foot
of the lake to the place where I had fastened my horse, and pointed out a
spot where he might get a scanty browsing until the morning; when I
returned and passed the night in the cabin of the hunter."</p>
<p>Miss Temple was so much struck by the deep attention of young Edwards
during this speech that she forgot to resume her interrogations; but the
youth himself continued the discourse by asking:</p>
<p>"And how did the Leather-Stocking discharge the duties of a host sir?"</p>
<p>"Why, simply but kindly, until late in the evening, when he discovered my
name and object, and the cordiality of his manner very sensibly
diminished, or, I might better say, disappeared. He considered the
introduction of the settlers as an innovation on his rights, I believe for
he expressed much dissatisfaction at the measure, though it was in his
confused and ambiguous manner. I hardly understood his objections myself,
but supposed they referred chiefly to an interruption of the hunting."</p>
<p>"Had you then purchased the estate, or were you examining it with an
intent to buy?" asked Edwards, a little abruptly.</p>
<p>"It had been mine for several years. It was with a view to People the land
that I visited the lake. Natty treated me hospitably, but coldly, I
thought, after he learned the nature of my journey. I slept on his own
bear—skin, however, and in the morning joined my surveyors again."</p>
<p>"Said he nothing of the Indian rights, sir? The Leather-Stocking is much
given to impeach the justice of the tenure by which the whites hold the
country."</p>
<p>"I remember that he spoke of them, but I did not nearly comprehend him,
and may have forgotten what he said; for the Indian title was extinguished
so far back as the close of the old war, and if it had not been at all, I
hold under the patents of the Royal Governors, confirmed by an act of our
own State Legislature, and no court in the country can affect my title."</p>
<p>"Doubtless, sir, your title is both legal and equitable," returned the
youth coldly, reining his horse back and remaining silent till the subject
was changed.</p>
<p>It was seldom Mr. Jones suffered any conversation to continue for a great
length of time without his participation. It seems that he was of the
party that Judge Temple had designated as his surveyors; and he embraced
the opportunity of the pause that succeeded the retreat of young Edwards
to take up the discourse, and with a narration of their further
proceedings, after his own manner. As it wanted, however, the interest
that had accompanied the description of the Judge, we must decline the
task of committing his sentences to paper.</p>
<p>They soon reached the point where the promised view was to be seen. It was
one of those picturesque and peculiar scenes that belong to the Otsego,
but which required the absence of the ice and the softness of a summer's
landscape to be enjoyed in all its beauty. Marmaduke had early forewarned
his daughter of the season, and of its effect on the prospect; and after
casting a cursory glance at its capabilities, the party returned homeward,
perfectly satisfied that its beauties would repay them for the toil of a
second ride at a more propitious season.</p>
<p>"The spring is the gloomy time of the American year," said the Judge, "and
it is more peculiarly the case in these mountains. The winter seems to
retreat to the fast nesses of the hills, as to the citadel of its
dominion, and is only expelled after a tedious siege, in which either
party, at times, would seem to be gaining the victory."</p>
<p>"A very just and apposite figure, Judge Temple," observed the sheriff;
"and the garrison under the command of Jack Frost make formidable sorties—you
understand what I mean by sorties, monsieur; sallies, in English—and
sometimes drive General Spring and his troops back again into the low
countries."</p>
<p>"Yes sair," returned the Frenchman, whose prominent eyes were watching the
precarious footsteps of the beast he rode, as it picked its dangerous way
among the roots of trees, holes, log bridges, and sloughs that formed the
aggregate of the highway. "Je vous entends; de low countrie is freeze up
for half de year."</p>
<p>The error of Mr. Le Quoi was not noticed by the sheriff; and the rest of
the party were yielding to the influence of the changeful season, which
was already teaching the equestrians that a continuance of its mildness
was not to be expected for any length of time. Silence and thoughtfulness
succeeded the gayety and conversation that had prevailed during the
commencement of the ride, as clouds began to gather about the heavens,
apparently collecting from every quarter, in quick motion, without the
agency of a breath of air,</p>
<p>While riding over one of the cleared eminencies that occurred in their
route, the watchful eye of Judge Temple pointed out to his daughter the
approach of a tempest. Flurries of snow already obscured the mountain that
formed the northern boundary of the lake, and the genial sensation which
had quickened the blood through their veins was already succeeded by the
deadening influence of an approaching northwester.</p>
<p>All of the party were now busily engaged in making the best of their way
to the village, though the badness of the roads frequently compelled them
to check the impatience of their animals, which often carried them over
places that would not admit of any gait faster than a walk.</p>
<p>Richard continued in advance, followed by Mr. Le Quoi; next to whom rode
Elizabeth, who seemed to have imbibed the distance which pervaded the
manner of young Edwards since the termination of the discourse between the
latter and her father. Marmaduke followed his daughter, giving her
frequent and tender warnings as to the management of her horse. It was,
possibly, the evident dependence that Louisa Grant placed on his
assistance which induced the youth to continue by her side, as they
pursued their way through a dreary and dark wood, where the rays of the
sun could but rarely penetrate, and where even the daylight was obscured
and rendered gloomy by the deep forests that surrounded them. No wind had
yet reached the spot where the equestrians were in motion, but that dead
silence that often precedes a storm contributed to render their situation
more irksome than if they were already subject to the fury of the tempest.
Suddenly the voice of young Edwards was heard shouting in those appalling
tones that carry alarm to the very soul, and which curdle the blood of
those that hear them.</p>
<p>"A tree! a tree! Whip—spur for your lives! a tree! a tree."</p>
<p>"A tree! a tree!" echoed Richard, giving his horse a blow that caused the
alarmed beast to jump nearly a rod, throwing the mud and water into the
air like a hurricane.</p>
<p>"Von tree! von tree!" shouted the Frenchman, bending his body on the neck
of his charger, shutting his eyes, and playing on the ribs of his beast
with his heels at a rate that caused him to be conveyed on the crupper of
the sheriff with a marvellous speed.</p>
<p>Elizabeth checked her filly and looked up, with an unconscious but alarmed
air, at the very cause of their danger, while she listened to the
crackling sounds that awoke the stillness of the forest; but the next
instant her bridlet was seized by her father, who cried, "God protect my
child!" and she felt herself hurried onward, impelled by the vigor of his
nervous arm.</p>
<p>Each one of the party bowed to his saddle-bows as the tearing of branches
was succeeded by a sound like the rushing of the winds, which was followed
by a thundering report, and a shock that caused the very earth to tremble
as one of the noblest ruins of the forest fell directly across their path.</p>
<p>One glance was enough to assure Judge Temple that his daughter and those
in front of him were safe, and he turned his eyes, in dreadful anxiety, to
learn the fate of the others. Young Edwards was on the opposite side of
the tree, his form thrown back in his saddle to its utmost distance, his
left hand drawing up his bridle with its greatest force, while the right
grasped that of Miss Grant so as to draw the head of her horse under its
body. Both the animals stood shaking in every joint with terror, and
snorting fearfully. Louisa herself had relinquished her reins, and, with
her hands pressed on her face, sat bending forward in her saddle, in an
attitude of despair, mingled strangely with resignation.</p>
<p>"Are you safe?" cried the Judge, first breaking the awful silence of the
moment.</p>
<p>"By God's blessing," returned the youth; "but if there had been branches
to the tree we must have been lost—"</p>
<p>He was interrupted by the figure of Louisa slowly yielding in her saddle,
and but for his arm she would have sunk to the earth. Terror, however, was
the only injury that the clergyman's daughter had sustained, and, with the
aid of Elizabeth, she was soon restored to her senses. After some little
time was lost in recovering her strength, the young lady was replaced in
her saddle, and supported on either side by Judge Temple and Mr. Edwards
she was enabled to follow the party in their slow progress.</p>
<p>"The sudden fallings of the trees," said Marmaduke, "are the most
dangerous accidents in the forest, for they are not to be foreseen, being
impelled by no winds, nor any extraneous or visible cause against which we
can guard."</p>
<p>"The reason of their falling, Judge Temple, is very obvious," said the
sheriff. "The tree is old and decayed, and it is gradually weakened by the
frosts, until a line drawn from the centre of gravity falls without its
base, and then the tree comes of a certainty; and I should like to know
what greater compulsion there can be for any thing than a mathematical
certainty. I studied math—"</p>
<p>"Very true, Richard," interrupted Marmaduke; "thy reasoning is true, and,
if my memory be not over-treacherous, was furnished by myself on a former
occasion, But how is one to guard against the danger? Canst thou go
through the forests measuring the bases and calculating the centres of the
oaks? Answer me that, friend Jones, and I will say thou wilt do the
country a service."</p>
<p>"Answer thee that, friend Temple!" returned Richard; "a well-educated man
can answer thee anything, sir. Do any trees fall in this manner but such
as are decayed? Take care not to approach the roots of a rotten tree, and
you will be safe enough."</p>
<p>"That would be excluding us entirely from the forests," said Marmaduke.
"But, happily, the winds usually force down most of these dangerous ruins,
as their currents are admitted into the woods by the surrounding
clearings, and such a fall as this has been is very rare."</p>
<p>Louisa by this time had recovered so much strength as to allow the party
to proceed at a quicker pace, but long before they were safely housed they
were overtaken by the storm; and when they dismounted at the door of the
mansion-house, the black plumes of Miss Temple's hat were drooping with
the weight of a load of damp snow, and the coats of the gentlemen were
powdered with the same material.</p>
<p>While Edwards was assisting Louisa from her horse, the warm-hearted girl
caught his hand with fervor and whispered:</p>
<p>"Now, Mr. Edwards, both father and daughter owe their lives to you."</p>
<p>A driving northwesterly storm succeeded, and before the sun was set every
vestige of spring had vanished; the lake, the mountains, the village, and
the fields being again hidden under one dazzling coat of snow.</p>
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