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<h2> CHAPTER XXIV. </h2>
<p>"While from its margin, terrible to tell,<br/>
Three sailors with their gallant boatswain fell."<br/>
—Falconer.<br/></p>
<p>While the fishermen were employed in making the preparations for an
equitable division of the spoil, Elizabeth and her friend strolled a short
distance from the group, along the shore of the lake. After reaching a
point to which even the brightest of the occasional gleams of the fire did
not extend, they turned, and paused a moment, in contemplation of the busy
and lively party they had left, and of the obscurity which, like the gloom
of oblivion, seemed to envelop the rest of the creation.</p>
<p>"This is indeed a subject for the pencil!" exclaimed Elizabeth. "Observe
the countenance of that woodchopper, while he exults in presenting a
larger fish than common to my cousin sheriff; and see, Louisa, how hand
some and considerate my dear father looks, by the light of that fire,
where he stands viewing the havoc of the game. He seems melancholy, as if
he actually thought that a day of retribution was to follow this hour of
abundance and prodigality! Would they not make a picture, Louisa?"</p>
<p>"You know that I am ignorant of all such accomplishments, Miss Temple."</p>
<p>"Call me by my Christian name," interrupted Elizabeth; "this is not a
place, neither is this a scene, for forms."</p>
<p>"Well, then, if I may venture an opinion," said Louisa timidly, "I should
think it might indeed make a picture. The selfish earnestness of that
Kirby over his fish would contrast finely with the—the—expression
of Mr. Edwards' face. I hardly know what to call it; but it is—a—is—you
know what I would say, dear Elizabeth."</p>
<p>"You do me too much credit, Miss Grant," said the heiress; "I am no
diviner of thoughts, or interpreter of expressions."</p>
<p>There was certainly nothing harsh or even cold in the manner of the
speaker, but still it repressed the conversation, and they continued to
stroll still farther from the party, retaining each other's arm, but
observing a pro found silence. Elizabeth, perhaps conscious of the
improper phraseology of her last speech, or perhaps excited by the new
object that met her gaze, was the first to break the awkward cessation in
the discourse, by exclaiming:</p>
<p>"Look, Louisa! we are not alone; there are fishermen lighting a fire on
the other side of the lake, immediately opposite to us; it must be in
front of the cabin of Leather-Stocking!"</p>
<p>Through the obscurity, which prevailed most immediately under the eastern
mountain, a small and uncertain light was plainly to be seen, though, as
it was occasionally lost to the eye, it seemed struggling for existence.
They observed it to move, and sensibly to lower, as it carried down the
descent of the bank to the shore. Here, in a very short time, its flame
gradually expanded, and grew brighter, until it became of the size of a
man's head, when it continued to shine a steady ball of fire. Such an
object, lighted as it were by magic, under the brow of the mountain, and
in that retired and unfrequented place, gave double interest to the beauty
and singularity of its appearance. It did not at all resemble the large
and unsteady light of their own fire, being much more clear and bright,
and retaining its size and shape with perfect uniformity.</p>
<p>There are moments when the best-regulated minds are more or less subjected
to the injurious impressions which few have escaped in infancy; and
Elizabeth smiled at her own weakness, while she remembered the idle tales
which were circulated through the village, at the expense of the
Leather-Stocking. The same ideas seized her companion, and at the same
instant, for Louisa pressed nearer to her friend, as she said in a low
voice, stealing a timid glance toward the bushes and trees that overhung
the bank near them:</p>
<p>"Did you ever hear the singular ways of this Natty spoken of, Miss Temple?
They say that, in his youth, he was an Indian warrior; or, what is the
same thing, a white man leagued with the savages; and it is thought he has
been concerned in many of their inroads, in the old wars."</p>
<p>"The thing is not at all improbable," returned Elizabeth; "he is not alone
in that particular."</p>
<p>"No, surely; but is it not strange that he is so cautious with his hut? He
never leaves it, without fastening it in a remarkable manner; and in
several instances, when the children, or even the men of the village, have
wished to seek a shelter there from the storms, he has been known to drive
them from his door with rudeness and threats. That surely is singular to
this country!"</p>
<p>"It is certainly not very hospitable; but we must remember his aversion to
the customs of civilized life. You heard my father say, a few days since,
how kindly he was treated by him on his first visit to his place."
Elizabeth paused, and smiled, with an expression of peculiar arch ness,
though the darkness hid its meaning from her companion, as she continued:
"Besides, he certainly admits the visits of Mr. Edwards, whom we both know
to be far from a savage."</p>
<p>To this speech Louisa made no reply, but continued gazing on the object
which had elicited her remarks. In addition to the bright and circular
flame, was now to be seen a fainter, though a vivid light, of an equal
diameter to the other at the upper end, but which, after extending
downward for many feet, gradually tapered to a point at its lower
extremity. A dark space was plainly visible between the two, and the new
illumination was placed beneath the other, the whole forming an appearance
not unlike an inverted note of admiration. It was soon evident that the
latter was nothing but the reflection, from the water, of the former, and
that the object, whatever it might be, was advancing across, or rather
over the lake, for it seemed to be several feet above its surface, in a
direct line with themselves. Its motion was amazingly rapid, the ladies
having hardly discovered that it was moving at all, before the waving
light of a flame was discerned, losing its regular shape, while it
increased in size, as it approached.</p>
<p>"It appears to be supernatural!" whispered Louisa, beginning to retrace
her steps toward the party.</p>
<p>"It is beautiful!" exclaimed Elizabeth,</p>
<p>A brilliant though waving flame was now plainly visible, gracefully
gliding over the lake, and throwing its light on the water in such a
manner as to tinge it slightly though in the air, so strong was the
contrast, the darkness seemed to have the distinctness of material
substances, as if the fire were imbedded in a setting of ebony. This
appearance, however, gradually wore off, and the rays from the torch
struck out, and enlightened the atmosphere in front of it, leaving the
background in a darkness that was more impenetrable than ever.</p>
<p>"Ho! Natty, is that you?" shouted the sheriff. "Paddle in, old boy, and
I'll give you a mess of fish that is fit to place before the governor."</p>
<p>The light suddenly changed its direction, and a long and slightly built
boat hove up out of the gloom, while the red glare fell on the
weather-beaten features of the Leather-Stocking, whose tall person was
seen erect in the frail vessel, wielding, with the grace of an experienced
boatman, a long fishing-spear, which he held by its centre, first dropping
one end and then the other into the water, to aid in propelling the little
canoe of bark, we will not say through, but over, the water. At the
farther end of the vessel a form was faintly seen, guiding its motions,
and using a paddle with the ease of one who felt there was no necessity
for exertion. The Leather-Stocking struck his spear lightly against the
short staff which up held, on a rude grating framed of old hoops of iron,
the knots of pine that composed the fuel, and the light, which glared
high, for an instant fell on the swarthy features and dark, glancing eyes
of Mohegan.</p>
<p>The boat glided along the shore until it arrived opposite the
fishing-ground, when it again changed its direction and moved on to the
land, with a motion so graceful, and yet so rapid, that it seemed to
possess the power of regulating its own progress. The water in front of
the canoe was hardly ruffled by its passage and no sound betrayed the
collision, when the light fabric shot on the gravelly beach for nearly
half its length, Natty receding a step or two from its bow, in order to
facilitate the landing.</p>
<p>"Approach, Mohegan," said Marmaduke; "approach, Leather-Stocking, and load
your canoe with bass. It would be a shame to assail the animals with the
spear, when such multitudes of victims lie here, that will be lost as food
for the want of mouths to consume them."</p>
<p>"No, no, Judge," returned Natty, his tall figure stalking over the narrow
beach, and ascending to the little grassy bottom where the fish were laid
in piles; "I eat of no man's wasty ways. I strike my spear into the eels
or the trout, when I crave the creatur'; but I wouldn't be helping to such
a sinful kind of fishing for the best rifle that was ever brought out from
the old countries. If they had fur, like the beaver, or you could tan
their hides, like a buck, something might be said in favor of taking them
by the thousand with your nets; but as God made them for man's food, and
for no other disarnable reason, I call it sinful and wasty to catch more
than can be eat."</p>
<p>"Your reasoning is mine; for once, old hunter, we agree in opinion; and I
heartily wish we could make a convert of the sheriff. A net of half the
size of this would supply the whole village with fish for a week at one
haul."</p>
<p>The Leather-Stocking did not relish this alliance in sentiment; and he
shook his head doubtingly as he answered;</p>
<p>"No, no; we are not much of one mind, Judge, or you'd never turn good
hunting-grounds into stumpy pastures. And you fish and hunt out of rule;
but, to me, the flesh is sweeter where the creatur' has some chance for
its life; for that reason, I always use a single ball, even if it be at a
bird or a squirrel. Besides, it saves lead; for, when a body knows how to
shoot, one piece of lead is enough for all, except hard-lived animals."</p>
<p>The sheriff heard these opinions with great indignation; and when he
completed the last arrangement for the division, by carrying with his own
hands a trout of a large size, and placing it on four different piles in
succession, as his vacillating ideas of justice required, gave vent to his
spleen.</p>
<p>"A very pretty confederacy, indeed! Judge Temple, the landlord and owner
of a township, with Nathaniel Bumppo a lawless squatter, and professed
deer-killer, in order to preserve the game of the county! But, 'Duke, when
I fish I fish; so, away, boys, for another haul, and we'll send out wagons
and carts in the morning to bring in our prizes."</p>
<p>Marmaduke appeared to understand that all opposition to the will of the
sheriff would be useless, and he strolled from the fire to the place where
the canoe of the hunters lay, whither the ladies and Oliver Edwards had
already preceded him.</p>
<p>Curiosity induced the females to approach this spot; but it was a
different motive that led the youth thither. Elizabeth examined the light
ashen timbers and thin bark covering of the canoe, in admiration of its
neat but simple execution, and with wonder that any human being could be
so daring as to trust his life in so frail a vessel. But the youth
explained to her the buoyant properties of the boat, and its perfect
safety when under proper management; adding, in such glowing terms, a
description of the manner in which the fish were struck with the spear,
that she changed suddenly, from an apprehension of the danger of the
excursion, to a desire to participate in its pleasures. She even ventured
a proposition to that effect to her father, laughing at the same time at
her own wish, and accusing herself of acting under a woman's caprice.</p>
<p>"Say not so, Bess," returned the Judge; "I would have you above the idle
fears of a silly girl. These canoes are the safest kind of boats to those
who have skill and steady nerves. I have crossed the broadest part of the
Oneida in one much smaller than this."</p>
<p>"And I the Ontary," interrupted the Leather-Stocking; "and that with
squaws in the canoe, too. But the Delaware women are used to the paddle,
and are good hands in a boat of this natur', If the young lady would like
to see an old man strike a trout for his breakfast, she is welcome to a
seat. John will say the same, seeing that he built the canoe, which was
only launched yesterday; for I'm not over-curious at such small work as
brooms, and basket-making, and other like Indian trades."</p>
<p>Natty gave Elizabeth one of his significant laughs, with a kind nod of the
head, when he concluded his invitation but Mohegan, with the native grace
of an Indian, approached, and taking her soft white hand into his own
swarthy and wrinkled palm, said:</p>
<p>"Come, granddaughter of Miquon, and John will be glad. Trust the Indian;
his head is old, though his hand is not steady. The Young Eagle will go,
and see that no harm hurts his sister."</p>
<p>"Mr. Edwards," said Elizabeth, blushing slightly, "your friend Mohegan has
given a promise for you. Do you redeem the pledge?"</p>
<p>"With my life, if necessary, Miss Temple," cried the youth, with fervor.
"The sight is worth some little apprehension; for of real danger there is
none, I will go with you and Miss Grand, however, to save appearances."</p>
<p>"With me!" exclaimed Louisa. "No, not with me, Mr. Edwards; nor, surely,
do you mean to trust yourself in that slight canoe."</p>
<p>"But I shall; for I have no apprehensions any longer," said Elizabeth,
stepping into the boat, and taking a seat where the Indian directed. "Mr.
Edwards, you may remain, as three do seem to be enough for such an egg
shell."</p>
<p>"It shall hold a fourth," cried the young man, springing to her side, with
a violence that nearly shook the weak fabric of the vessel asunder.
"Pardon me, Miss Temple, that I do not permit these venerable Charons to
take you to the shades unattended by your genius."</p>
<p>"Is it a good or evil spirit?" asked Elizabeth.</p>
<p>"Good to you."</p>
<p>"And mine," added the maiden, with an air that strangely blended pique
with satisfaction. But the motion of the canoe gave rise to new ideas, and
fortunately afforded a good excuse to the young man to change the
discourse.</p>
<p>It appeared to Elizabeth that they glided over the water by magic, so easy
and graceful was the manner in which Mohegan guided his little bark. A
slight gesture with his spear indicated the way in which Leather-Stocking
wished to go, and a profound silence was preserved by the whole party, as
the precaution necessary to the success of their fishery. At that point of
the lake the water shoaled regularly. differing in this particular
altogether from those parts where the mountains rose nearly in
perpendicular precipices from the beach. There the largest vessels could
have lain, with their yards interlocked with the pines; while here a
scanty growth of rushes lifted their tops above the lake, gently curling
the waters, as their bending heads waved with the passing breath of the
night air. It was at the shallow points only that the bass could be found,
or the net cast with success.</p>
<p>Elizabeth saw thousands of these fish swimming in shoals along the shallow
and warm waters of the shore; for the flaring light of their torch laid
bare the mysteries of the lake, as plainly as if the limpid sheet of the
Otsego was but another atmosphere. Every instant she expected to see the
impending spear of Leather-Stocking darting into the thronging hosts that
were rushing beneath her, where it would seem that a blow could not go
amiss; and where, as her father had already said, the prize that would be
obtained was worthy any epicure. But Natty had his peculiar habits, and,
it would seem, his peculiar tastes also.</p>
<p>His tall stature, and his erect posture, enabled him to see much farther
than those who were seated in the bottom of the canoe; and he turned his
head warily in every direction, frequently bending his body forward, and
straining his vision, as if desirous of penetrating the water that
surrounded their boundary of light. At length his anxious scrutiny was
rewarded with success, and, waving his spear from the shore, he said in a
cautious tone:</p>
<p>"Send her outside the bass, John; I see a laker there, that has run out of
the school. It's seldom one finds such a creatur' in shallow water, where
a spear can touch it."</p>
<p>Mohegan gave a wave of assent with his hand, and in the next instant the
canoe was without the "run of the bass," and in water nearly twenty feet
in depth. A few additional knots were laid on the grating, and the light
penetrated to the bottom, Elizabeth then saw a fish of unusual size
floating above small pieces of logs and sticks. The animal was only
distinguishable, at that distance, by a slight but almost imperceptible
motion of its fins and tail. The curiosity excited by this unusual
exposure of the secrets of the lake seemed to be mutual between the
heiress of the land and the lord of these waters, for the "salmon-trout"
soon announced his interest by raising his head and body for a few degrees
above a horizontal line, and then dropping them again into a horizontal
position.</p>
<p>"Whist! whist!" said Natty, in a low voice, on hearing a slight sound made
by Elizabeth in bending over the side of the canoe in curiosity; "'tis a
skeary animal, and it's a far stroke for a spear. My handle is hut
fourteen foot, and the creator' lies a good eighteen from the top of the
water: but I'll try him, for he's a ten—pounder."</p>
<p>While speaking, the Leather-Stocking was poising and directing his weapon.
Elizabeth saw the bright, polished tines, as they slowly and silently
entered the water, where the refraction pointed them many degrees from the
true direction of the fish; and she thought that the intended victim saw
them also, as he seemed to increase the play of his tail and fins, though
without moving his station. At the next instant the tall body of Natty
bent to the water's edge, and the handle of his spear disappeared in the
lake. The long, dark streak of the gliding weapon, and the little bubbling
vortex which followed its rapid flight, were easily to be seen: but it was
not until the handle snot again into the air by its own reaction, and its
master catching it in his hand, threw its tines uppermost, that Elizabeth
was acquainted with the success of the blow. A fish of great size was
transfixed by the barbed steel, and was very soon shaken from its impaled
situation into the bottom of the canoe.</p>
<p>"That will do, John," said Natty, raising his prize by one of his fingers,
and exhibiting it before the torch; "I shall not strike another blow
to-night."</p>
<p>The Indian again waved his hand, and replied with the simple and energetic
monosyllable of:</p>
<p>"Good."</p>
<p>Elizabeth was awakened from the trance created by this scene, and by
gazing in that unusual manner at the bot tom of the lake, be the hoarse
sounds of Benjamin's voice, and the dashing of oars, as the heavier boat
of the seine-drawers approached the spot where the canoe lay, dragging
after it the folds of the net.</p>
<p>"Haul off, haul off, Master Bumppo," cried Benjamin, "your top-light
frightens the fish, who see the net and sheer off soundings. A fish knows
as much as a horse, or, for that matter, more, seeing that it's brought up
on the water. Haul oil, Master Bumppo, haul off, I say, and give a wide
berth to the seine."</p>
<p>Mohegan guided their little canoe to a point where the movements of the
fishermen could be observed, without interruption to the business, and
then suffered it to lie quietly on the water, looking like an imaginary
vessel floating in air. There appeared to be much ill-humor among the
party in the batteau, for the directions of Benjamin were not only
frequent, but issued in a voice that partook largely of dissatisfaction.</p>
<p>"Pull larboard oar, will ye, Master Kirby?" cried the old seaman; "pull
larboard best. It would puzzle the oldest admiral in their British fleet
to cast this here net fair, with a wake like a corkscrew. Full starboard,
boy, pull starboard oar, with a will."</p>
<p>"Harkee, Mister Pump," said Kirby, ceasing to row, and speaking with sonic
spirit; "I'm a man that likes civil language and decent treatment, such as
is right 'twixt man and man. If you want us to go hoy, say so, and hoy
I'll go, for the benefit of the company; but I'm not used to being ordered
about like dumb cattle."</p>
<p>"Who's dumb cattle?" echoed Benjamin, fiercely, turning his forbidding
face to the glare of light from the canoe, and exhibiting every feature
teeming with the expression of disgust. "If you want to come aft and con
the boat round, come and be damned, and pretty steerage you'll make of it.
There's but another heave of the net in the stern-sheets, and we're clear
of the thing. Give way, will ye? and shoot her ahead for a fathom or two,
and if you catch me afloat again with such a horse-marine as yourself,
why, rate me a ship's jackass, that's all."</p>
<p>Probably encouraged by the prospect of a speedy termination to his labor,
the wood-chopper resumed his oar, and, under strong excitement, gave a
stroke that not only cleared the boat of the net but of the steward at the
same instant. Benjamin had stood on the little platform that held the
seine, in the stern of the boat, and the violent whirl occasioned by the
vigor of the wood-chopper's arm completely destroyed his balance. The
position of the lights rendered objects in the batteau distinguishable,
both from the canoe and the shore; and the heavy fall on the water drew
all eyes to the steward, as he lay struggling, for a moment, in sight.</p>
<p>A loud burst of merriment, to which the lungs of Kirby contributed no
small part, broke out like a chorus of laughter, and ran along the eastern
mountain, in echoes, until it died away in distant, mocking mirth, among
the rocks and woods. The body of the steward was seen slowly to disappear,
as was expected; but when the light waves, which had been raised by his
fall, began to sink in calmness, and the water finally closed over his
head, unbroken and still, a very different feeling pervaded the
spectators.</p>
<p>"How fare you, Benjamin?" shouted Richard from the shore.</p>
<p>"The dumb devil can't swim a stroke!" exclaimed Kirby, rising, and
beginning to throw aside his clothes.</p>
<p>"Paddle up, Mohegan," cried young Edwards, "the light will show us where
he lies, and I will dive for the body."</p>
<p>"Oh! save him! for God's sake, save him!" exclaimed Elizabeth, bowing her
head on the side of the canoe in horror.</p>
<p>A powerful and dexterous sweep of Mohegan's paddle sent the canoe directly
over the spot where the steward had fallen, and a loud shout from the
Leather-Stocking announced that he saw the body.</p>
<p>"Steady the boat while I dive," again cried Edwards.</p>
<p>"Gently, lad, gently," said Natty; "I'll spear the creatur' up in half the
time, and no risk to anybody."</p>
<p>The form of Benjamin was lying about half-way to the bottom, grasping with
both hands some broken rushes. The blood of Elizabeth curdled to her
heart, as she saw the figure of a fellow-creature thus extended under an
immense sheet of water, apparently in motion by the undulations of the
dying waves, with its face and hands, viewed by that light, and through
the medium of the fluid, already colored with hues like death.</p>
<p>At the same instant, she saw the shining tines of Natty's spear
approaching the head of the sufferer, and entwinning themselves, rapidly
and dexterously, in the hairs of his cue and the cape of his coat. The
body was now raised slowly, looking ghastly and grim as its features
turned upward to the light and approached the surface. The arrival of the
nostrils of Benjamin into their own atmosphere was announced by a
breathing that would have done credit to a porpoise. For a moment, Natty
held the steward suspended, with his head just above the water, while his
eyes slowly opened and stared about him, as if he thought that he had
reached a new and unexplored country.</p>
<p>As all the parties acted and spoke together, much less time was consumed
in the occurrence of these events than in their narration. To bring the
batteau to the end of the spear, and to raise the form of Benjamin into
the boat, and for the whole party to regain the shore, required but a
minute. Kirby, aided by Richard, whose anxiety induced him to run into the
water to meet his favorite assistant, carried the motionless steward up
the bank, and seated him before the fire, while the sheriff proceeded to
order the most approved measures then in use for the resuscitation of the
drowned.</p>
<p>"Run, Billy," he cried, "to the village, and bring up the rum-hogshead
that lies before the door, in which I am making vinegar, and be quick,
boy, don't stay to empty the vinegar, and stop at Mr. Le Quoi's, and buy a
paper of tobacco and half a dozen pipes; and ask Remarkable for some salt,
and one of her flannel petticoats; and ask Dr. Todd to send his lancet,
and to come himself; and—ha! 'Duke, what are you about? would you
strangle a man who is full of water, by giving him rum? Help me to open
his hand, that I may pat it."</p>
<p>All this time Benjamin sat, with his muscles fixed, his mouth shut, and
his hands clinching the rushes which he had seized in the confusion of the
moment and which, as he held fast, like a true seaman, had been the means
of preventing his body from rising again to the surface. His eyes,
however, were open, and stared wildly on the group about the fire, while
his lungs were playing like a blacksmith's bellows, as if to compensate
themselves for the minute of inaction to which they had been subjected. As
he kept his lips compressed, with a most inveterate determination, the air
was compelled to pass through his nostrils, and he rather snorted than
breathed, and in such a manner that nothing but the excessive agitation of
the sheriff could at all justify his precipitous orders.</p>
<p>The bottle, applied to the steward's lips by Marmaduke, acted like a
charm. His mouth opened instinctively; his hands dropped the rushes, and
seized the glass; his eyes raised from their horizontal stare to the
heavens; and the whole man was lost, for a moment, in a new sensation.
Unhappily for the propensity of the steward, breath was as necessary after
one of these draughts as after his submersion, and the time at length
arrived when he was compelled to let go the bottle.</p>
<p>"Why, Benjamin!" roared the sheriff; "you amaze me! for a man of your
experience in drownings to act so foolishly! Just now, you were half full
of water, and now you are—"</p>
<p>"Full of grog," interrupted the steward, his features settling down, with
amazing flexibility, into their natural economy. "But, d'yesee, squire, I
kept my hatches chose, and it's but little water that ever gets into my
scuttle-butt. Harkee, Master Kirby! I've followed the salt-water for the
better part of a man's life, and have seen some navigation on the fresh;
but this here matter I will say in your favor, and that is, that you're
the awk'ardest green 'un that ever straddled a boat's thwart. Them that
likes you for a shipmate, may sail with you and no thanks; but dam'me if I
even walk on the lake shore in your company. For why? you'd as lief drown
a man as one of them there fish; not to throw a Christian creature so much
as a rope's end when he was adrift, and no life-buoy in sight! Natty
Bumppo, give us your fist. There's them that says you're an Indian, and a
scalper, but you've served me a good turn, and you may set me down for a
friend; thof it would have been more ship shape like to lower the bight of
a rope or running bowline below me, than to seize an old seaman by his
head-lanyard; but I suppose you are used to taking men by the hair, and
seeing you did me good instead of harm thereby, why, it's the same thing,
d'ye see?"</p>
<p>Marmaduke prevented any reply, and assuming the action of matters with a
dignity and discretion that at once silenced all opposition from his
cousin, Benjamin was dispatched to the village by land, and the net was
hauled to shore in such a manner that the fish for once escaped its meshes
with impunity.</p>
<p>The division of the spoils was made in the ordinary manner, by placing one
of the party with his hack to the game, who named the owner of each pile.
Bill Kirby stretched his large frame on the grass by the side of the fire,
as sentinel until morning, over net and fish; and the remainder of the
party embarked in the batteau, to return to the village.</p>
<p>The wood-chopper was seen broiling his supper on the coals as they lost
sight of the fire, and when the boat approached the shore, the torch of
Mohegan's canoe was shining again under the gloom of the eastern mountain.
Its motion ceased suddenly; a scattering of brands was in the air, and
then all remained dark as the conjunction of night, forest, and mountain
could render the scene.</p>
<p>The thoughts of Elizabeth wandered from the youth, who was holding a
canopy of shawls over herself and Louisa, to the hunter and the Indian
warrior; and she felt an awakening curiosity to visit a hut where men of
such different habits and temperament were drawn together as by common
impulse.</p>
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