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<h2> CHAPTER XXIII. </h2>
<p>"Help, masters, help; here's a fish hangs in the net, like a poor<br/>
Man's right in the law."<br/>
—Pericles of Tyre.<br/></p>
<p>The advance of the season now became as rapid as its first approach had
been tedious and lingering. The days were uniformly mild, while the
nights, though cool, were no longer chilled by frosts. The whip-poor-will
was heard whistling his melancholy notes along the margin of the lake, and
the ponds and meadows were sending forth the music of their thousand
tenants. The leaf of the native poplar was seen quivering in the woods;
the sides of the mountains began to lose their hue of brown, as the lively
green of the different members of the forest blended their shades with the
permanent colors of the pine and hemlock; and even the buds of the tardy
oak were swelling with the promise of the coming summer. The gay and
fluttering blue-bird, the social robin, and the industrious little wren
were all to be seen enlivening the fields with their presence and their
songs; while the soaring fish-hawk was already hovering over the waters of
the Otsego, watching with native voracity for the appearance of his prey.</p>
<p>The tenants of the lake were far-famed for both their quantities and their
quality, and the ice had hardly disappeared before numberless little boats
were launched from the shores, and the lines of the fishermen were dropped
into the inmost recesses of its deepest caverns, tempting the unwary
animals with every variety of bait that the ingenuity or the art of man
had invented. But the slow though certain adventures with hook and line
were ill suited to the profusion and impatience of the settlers. More
destructive means were resorted to; and, as the season had now arrived
when the bass fisheries were allowed by the provisions of the law that
Judge Temple had procured, the sheriff declared his intention, by availing
himself of the first dark night, to enjoy the sport in person.</p>
<p>"And you shall be present, Cousin Bess," he added, when he announced this
design, "and Miss Grant, and Mr. Edwards; and I will show you what I call
fishing not nibble, nibble, nibble, as 'Duke does when he goes after the
salmon-trout. There he will sit for hours, in a broiling sun or, perhaps,
over a hole in the lee, in the coldest days in winter, under the lee of a
few bushes, and not a fish will he catch, after all this mortification of
the flesh. No, no—give me a good seine that's fifty or sixty fathoms
in length, with a jolly parcel of boatmen to crack their jokes the while,
with Benjamin to steer, and let us haul them in by thousands; I call that
fishing."</p>
<p>"Ah! Dickon," cried Marmaduke, "thou knowest but little of the pleasure
there is in playing with the hook and line, or thou wouldst be more saving
of the game. I have known thee to leave fragments enough behind thee, when
thou hast headed a night party on the lake, to feed a dozen famishing
families."</p>
<p>"I shall not dispute the matter, Judge Temple; this night will I go; and I
invite the company to attend, and then let them decide between us."</p>
<p>Richard was busy during most of the afternoon, making his preparations for
the important occasion. Just as the light of the settling sun had
disappeared, and a new moon had begun to throw its shadows on the earth,
the fisher-men took their departure, in a boat, for a point that was
situated on the western shore of the lake, at the distance of rather more
than half a mile from the village. The ground had become settled, and the
walking was good and dry. Marmaduke, with his daughter, her friend, and
young Edwards, continued on the high grassy banks at the outlet of the
placid sheet of water, watching the dark object that was moving across the
lake, until it entered the shade of the western hills, and was lost to the
eye. The distance round by land to the point of destination was a mile,
and he observed:</p>
<p>"It is time for us to be moving; the moon will be down ere we reach the
point, and then the miraculous hauls of Dickon will commence."</p>
<p>The evening was warm, and, after the long and dreary winter from which
they had just escaped, delightfully invigorating. Inspirited by the scene
and their anticipated amusement, the youthful companions of the Judge
followed his steps, as he led them along the shores of the Otsego, and
through the skirts of the village.</p>
<p>"See!" said young Edwards, "they are building their fire already; it
glimmers for a moment, and dies again like the light of a firefly."</p>
<p>"Now it blazes," cried Elizabeth; "you can perceive figures moving around
the light. Oh! I would bet my jewels against the gold beads of Remarkable,
that my impatient Cousin Dickon had an agency in raising that bright
flame; and see! it fades again, like most of his brilliant schemes."</p>
<p>"Thou hast guessed the truth, Bess," said her father; "he has thrown an
armful of brush on the pile, which has burnt out as soon as lighted. But
it has enabled them to find a better fuel, for their fire begins to blaze
with a more steady flame. It is the true fisherman's beacon now; observe
how beautifully it throw s its little circle of light on the water!"</p>
<p>The appearance of the fire urged the pedestrians on, for even the ladies
had become eager to witness the miraculous draught. By the time they
reached the bank, which rose above the low point where the fishermen had
landed, the moon had sunk behind the top of the western pines, and, as
most of the stars were obscured by clouds, there was but little other
light than that which proceeded from the fire. At the suggestion of
Marmaduke, his companions paused to listen to the conversation of those
below them, and examine the party for a moment before they descended to
the shore.</p>
<p>The whole group were seated around the fire, with the exception of Richard
and Benjamin; the former of whom occupied the root of a decayed stump,
that had been drawn to the spot as part of their fuel, and the latter was
standing, with his arms akimbo, so near to the flame that the smoke
occasionally obscured his solemn visage, as it waved around the pile in
obedience to the night airs that swept gently over the water.</p>
<p>"Why, look you, squire, said the major-domo. You may call a lake-fish that
will weigh twenty or thirty pounds a serious matter, but to a man who has
hauled in a shovel-nosed shirk, d'ye see, it's but a poor kind of fishing
after all."</p>
<p>"I don't know, Benjamin," returned the sheriff; "a haul of one thousand
Otsego bass, without counting pike, pickerel, perch, bull-pouts,
salmon-trouts, and suckers, is no bad fishing, let me tell you. There may
he sport in sticking a shark, but what is he good for after you have got
him? Now, any one of the fish that I have named is fit to set before a
king."</p>
<p>"Well, squire," returned Benjamin, "just listen to the philosophy of the
thing. Would it stand to reason, that such a fish should live and be
catched in this here little pond of water, where it's hardly deep enough
to drown a man, as you'll find in the wide ocean, where, as every body
knows that is, everybody that has followed the seas, whales and grampuses
are to be seen, that are as long as one of the pine-trees on yonder
mountain?"</p>
<p>"Softly, softly, Benjamin," said the sheriff, as if he wished to save the
credit of his favorite; "why, some of the pines will measure two hundred
feet, and even more."</p>
<p>"Two hundred or two thousand, it's all the same thing," cried Benjamin,
with an air which manifested that he was not easily to be bullied out of
his opinion, on a subject like the present. "Haven't I been there, and
haven't I seen? I have said that you fall in with whales as long as one of
them there pines: and what I have once said I'll stand to!"</p>
<p>During this dialogue, which was evidently but the close of much longer
discussion, the huge frame of Billy Kirby was seen extended on one side of
the fire, where he was picking his teeth with splinters of the chips near
him, and occasionally shaking his head with distrust of Benjamin's
assertions.</p>
<p>"I've a notion," said the wood-chopper, "that there's water in this lake
to swim the biggest whale that ever was invented; and, as to the pines, I
think I ought to know so'thing consarning them; I have chopped many a one
that was sixty times the length of my helve, without counting the eye; and
I believe, Benny, that if the old pine that stands in the hollow of the
Vision Mountain just over the village—you may see the tree itself by
looking up, for the moon is on its top yet—well, now I believe, if
that same tree was planted out in the deepest part of the lake, there
would be water enough for the biggest ship that ever was built to float
over it, without touching its upper branches, I do."</p>
<p>"Did'ee ever see a ship, Master Kirby?" roared the steward, "did'ee ever
see a ship, man? or any craft bigger than a lime-scow, or a wood-boat, on
this here small bit of fresh water?"</p>
<p>"Yes, I have," said the wood-chopper stoutly; "I can say that I have, and
tell no lie."</p>
<p>"Did'ee ever see a British ship, Master Kirby? an English line-of-battle
ship, boy? Where did'ee ever fall in with a regular built vessel, with
starn-post and cutwater, gar board-streak and plank-shear, gangways, and
hatchways, and waterways, quarter-deck, and forecastle, ay, and
flush-deck?—tell me that, man, if you can; where away did'ee ever
fall in with a full-rigged, regular-built, necked vessel?"</p>
<p>The whole company were a good deal astounded with this overwhelming
question, and even Richard afterward remarked that it "was a thousand
pities that Benjamin could not read, or he must have made a valuable
officer to the British marine. It is no wonder that they overcame the
French so easily on the water, when even the lowest sailor so well
understood the different parts of a vessel." But Billy Kirby was a
fearless wight, and had great jealousy of foreign dictation; he had risen
on his feet, and turned his back to the fire, during the voluble delivery
of this interrogatory; and when the steward ended, contrary to all
expectation, he gave the following spirited reply:</p>
<p>"Where! why, on the North River, and maybe on Champlain. There's sloops on
the river, boy, that would give a hard time on't to the stoutest vessel
King George owns. They carry masts of ninety feet in the clear of good
solid pine, for I've been at the chopping of many a one in Varmount State.
I wish I was captain in one of them, and you was in that Board-dish that
you talk so much about, and we'd soon see what good Yankee stuff is made
on, and whether a Varmounter's hide ain't as thick as an Englishman's."
The echoes from the opposite hills, which were more than half a mile from
the fishing point, sent back the discordant laugh that Benjamin gave forth
at this challenge; and the woods that covered their sides seemed, by the
noise that issued from their shades, to be full of mocking demons.</p>
<p>"Let us descend to the shore," whispered Marmaduke, "or there will soon be
ill-blood between them. Benjamin is a fearless boaster; and Kirby, though
good-natured, is a careless son of the forest, who thinks one American
more than a match for six Englishmen. I marvel that Dickon is silent,
where there is such a trial of skill in the superlative!"</p>
<p>The appearance of Judge Temple and the ladies produced, if not a
pacification, at least a cessation of hostilities. Obedient to the
directions of Mr. Jones the fishermen prepared to launch their boat, which
had been seen in the background of the view, with the net carefully
disposed on a little platform in its stern, ready for service. Richard
gave vent to his reproaches at the tardiness of the pedestrians, when all
the turbulent passions of the party were succeeded by a calm, as mild and
as placid as that which prevailed over the beautiful sheet of water that
they were about to rifle of its best treasures.</p>
<p>The night had now become so dark as to render objects, without the reach
of the light of the fire, not only indistinct, but in most cases
invisible. For a little distance the water was discernible, glistening, as
the glare from the fire danced over its surface, touching it here and
there with red quivering streaks; but, at a hundred feet from the shore,
there lay a boundary of impenetrable gloom. One or two stars were shining
through the openings of the clouds, and the lights were seen in the
village, glimmering faintly, as if at an immeasurable distance. At times,
as the fire lowered, or as the horizon cleared, the outline of the
mountain, on the other side of the lake, might be traced by its
undulations; but its shadow was cast, wide and dense, on the bosom of the
water, rendering the darkness in that direction trebly deep.</p>
<p>Benjamin Pump was invariably the coxswain and net caster of Richard's
boat, unless the sheriff saw fit to preside in person: and, on the present
occasion, Billy Kirby, and a youth of about half his strength, were
assigned to the oars. The remainder of the assistants were stationed at
the drag-ropes. The arrangements were speedily made, and Richard gave the
signal to "shove off."</p>
<p>Elizabeth watched the motion of the batteau as it pulled from the shore,
letting loose its rope as it went, but it soon disappeared in the
darkness, when the ear was her only guide to its evolutions. There was
great affectation of stillness during all these manoeuvers, in order, as
Richard assured them, "not to frighten the bass, who were running into the
shoal waters, and who would approach the light if not disturbed by the
sounds from the fishermen."</p>
<p>The hoarse voice of Benjamin was alone heard issuing out of the gloom, as
he uttered, in authoritative tones, "Pull larboard oar," "Pull starboard,"
"Give way together, boys," and such other indicative mandates as were
necessary for the right disposition of his seine. A long time was passed
in this necessary part of the process, for Benjamin prided himself greatly
on his skill in throwing the net, and, in fact, most of the success of the
sport depended on its being done with judgment. At length a loud splash in
the water, as he threw away the "staff," or "stretcher," with a hoarse
call from the steward of "Clear," announced that the boat was returning;
when Richard seized a brand from the fire, and ran to a point as far above
the centre of the fishing-ground, as the one from which the batteau had
started was below it.</p>
<p>"Stick her in dead for the squire, boys," said the steward, "and we'll
have a look at what grows in this here pond."</p>
<p>In place of the falling net were now to be heard the quick strokes of the
oars, and the noise of the rope running out of the boat. Presently the
batteau shot into the circle of light, and in an instant she was pulled to
the shore. Several eager hands were extended to receive the line, and,
both ropes being equally well manned, the fishermen commenced hauling in
with slow, and steady drags, Richard standing to the centre, giving
orders, first to one party, and then to the other, to increase or slacken
their efforts, as occasion required. The visitors were posted near him,
and enjoyed a fair view of the whole operation, which was slowly advancing
to an end.</p>
<p>Opinions as to the result of their adventure were now freely hazarded by
all the men, some declaring that the net came in as light as a feather,
and others affirming that it seemed to be full of logs. As the ropes were
many hundred feet in length, these opposing sentiments were thought to be
of little moment by the sheriff, who would go first to one line, and then
to the other, giving each small pull, in order to enable him to form an
opinion for himself.</p>
<p>"Why, Benjamin," he cried, as he made his first effort in this way, "you
did not throw the net clear. I can move it with my little finger. The rope
slackens in my hand."</p>
<p>"Did you ever see a whale, squire?" responded the steward: "I say that, if
that there net is foul, the devil is in the lake in the shape of a fish,
for I cast it as far as ever rigging was rove over the quarter-deck of a
flag-ship."</p>
<p>But Richard discovered his mistake, when he saw Billy Kirby before him,
standing with his feet in the water, at an angle of forty-five degrees,
inclining southward, and expending his gigantic strength in sustaining
himself in that posture. He ceased his remonstrances, and proceeded to the
party at the other line.</p>
<p>"I see the 'staffs,'" shouted Mr. Jones—"gather in boys, and away
with it; to shore with her!—to shore with her!"</p>
<p>At this cheerful sound, Elizabeth strained her eyes and saw the ends of
the two sticks on the seine emerging from the darkness, while the men
closed near to each other, and formed a deep bag of their net. The
exertions of the fishermen sensibly increased, and the voice of Richard
was heard encouraging them to make their greatest efforts at the present
moment.</p>
<p>"Now's the time, my lads," he cried; "let us get the ends to land, and all
we have will be our own—away with her!"</p>
<p>"Away with her, it is," echoed Benjamin!—"hurrah! ho-a-hay,
ho-a-hoy, ho-a!"</p>
<p>"In with her," shouted Kirby, exerting himself in a manner that left
nothing for those in his rear to do, but to gather up the slack of the
rope which passed through his hands.</p>
<p>"Staff, ho!" shouted the steward.</p>
<p>"Staff, ho!" echoed Kirby, from the other rope. The men rushed to the
water's edge, some seizing the upper rope, and some the lower or lead
rope, and began to haul with great activity and zeal, A deep semicircular
sweep of the little balls that supported the seine in its perpendicular
position was plainly visible to the spectators, and, as it rapidly
lessened in size, the bag of the net appeared, while an occasional flutter
on the water announced the uneasiness of the prisoners it contained.</p>
<p>"Haul in, my lads," shouted Richard—"I can see the dogs kicking to
get free. Haul in, and here's a cast that will pay for the labor." Fishes
of various sorts were now to be seen, entangled in the meshes of the net,
as it was passed through the hands of the laborers; and the water, at a
little distance from the shore, was alive with the movements of the
alarmed victims. Hundreds of white sides were glancing up to the surface
of the water, and glistening in the fire light, when, frightened at the
uproar and the change, the fish would again dart to the bottom, in
fruitless efforts for freedom. "Hurrah!" shouted Richard: "one or two more
heavy drags, boys, and we are safe."</p>
<p>"Cheerily, boys, cheerily!" cried Benjamin; "I see a salmon-trout that is
big enough for a chowder."</p>
<p>"Away with you, you varmint!" said Billy Kirby, plucking a bullpout from
the meshes, and casting the animal back into the lake with contempt.
"Pull, boys, pull; here's all kinds, and the Lord condemn me for a liar,
if there ain't a thousand bass!"</p>
<p>Inflamed beyond the bounds of discretion at the sight, and forgetful of
the season, the wood-chopper rushed to his middle into the water, and
began to drive the reluctant animals before him from their native element.</p>
<p>"Pull heartily, boys," cried Marmaduke, yielding to the excitement of the
moment, and laying his hands to the net, with no trifling addition to the
force. Edwards had preceded him; for the sight of the immense piles of
fish, that were slowly rolling over on the gravelly beach, had impelled
him also to leave the ladies and join the fishermen.</p>
<p>Great care was observed in bringing the net to land, and, after much toil,
the whole shoal of victims was safely deposited in a hollow of the bank,
where they were left to flutter away their brief existence in the new and
fatal element.</p>
<p>Even Elizabeth and Louisa were greatly excited and highly gratified by
seeing two thousand captives thus drawn from the bosom of the lake, and
laid prisoners at their feet. But when the feelings of the moment were
passing away, Marmaduke took in his hands a bass, that might have weighed
two pounds, and after viewing it a moment, in melancholy musing, he turned
to his daughter, and observed:</p>
<p>"This is a fearful expenditure of the choicest gifts of Providence. These
fish, Bess, which thou seest lying in such piles before thee, and which by
to-morrow evening will be rejected food on the meanest table in Templeton,
are of a quality and flavor that, in other countries, would make them
esteemed a luxury on the tables of princes or epicures. The world has no
better fish than the bass of Otsego; it unites the richness of the shad*
to the firmness of the salmon."</p>
<p>* Of all the fish the writer has ever tasted, he thinks the one in<br/>
question the best.<br/></p>
<p>"But surely, dear sir," cried Elizabeth, "they must prove a great blessing
to the country, and a powerful friend to the poor."</p>
<p>"The poor are always prodigal, my child, where there is plenty, and seldom
think of a provision against the morrow. But, if there can be any excuse
for destroying animals in this manner, it is in taking the bass. During
the winter, you know, they are entirely protected from our assaults by the
ice, for they refuse the hook; and during the hot months they are not
seen. It is supposed they retreat to the deep and cool waters of the lake,
at that season; and it is only in the spring and autumn that, for a few
days, they are to be found around the points where they are within the
reach of a seine. But, like all the other treasures of the wilderness,
they already begin to disappear before the wasteful extravagance of man."</p>
<p>"Disappear, Duke! disappear!" exclaimed the sheriff "if you don't call
this appearing, I know not what you will. Here are a good thousand of the
shiners, some hundreds of suckers, and a powerful quantity of other fry.
But this is always the way with you, Marmaduke: first it's the trees, then
it's the deer; after that it's the maple sugar, and so on to the end of
the chapter. One day you talk of canals through a country where there's a
river or a lake every half-mile, just because the water won't run the way
you wish it to go; and, the next, you say some thing about mines of coal,
though any man who has good eyes like myself—I say, with good eyes—can
see more wood than would keep the city of London in fuel for fifty years;
wouldn't it, Benjamin?"</p>
<p>"Why, for that, squire," said the steward, "Lon'on is no small place. If
it was stretched an end, all the same as a town on one side of the river,
it would cover some such matter as this here lake. Thof I dar'st to say,
that the wood in sight might sarve them a good turn, seeing that the
Lon'oners mainly burn coal."</p>
<p>"Now we are on the subject of coal, Judge Temple," interrupted the
sheriff, "I have a thing of much importance to communicate to you; but I
will defer it—until tomorrow. I know that you intend riding into the
eastern part of the Patent, and I will accompany you, and conduct you to a
spot where some of your projects may be realized. We will say no more now,
for there are listeners; but a secret has this evening been revealed to
me, 'Duke, that is of more consequence to your welfare than all your
estate united."</p>
<p>Marmaduke laughed at the important intelligence, to which in a variety of
shapes he was accustomed, and the sheriff, with an air of great dignity,
as if pitying his want of faith, proceeded in the business more
immediately be fore them. As the labor of drawing the net had been very
great, he directed one party of his men to commence throwing the fish into
piles, preparatory to the usual division, while another, under the
superintendence of Benjamin, prepared the seine for a second haul.</p>
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