<h2><SPAN name="chap19"></SPAN>CHAPTER XIX</h2>
<p class="poem">
How if he will not stand?<br/>
—Shakespeare.</p>
<p>The several movements, related in the close of the preceding chapter, had
passed in so short a space of time, that the old man, while he neglected not to
note the smallest incident, had no opportunity of expressing his opinion
concerning the stranger’s motives. After the Pawnee had disappeared,
however, he shook his head and muttered, while he walked slowly to the angle of
the thicket that the Indian had just quitted—</p>
<p>“There are both scents and sounds in the air, though my miserable senses
are not good enough to hear the one, or to catch the taint of the other.”</p>
<p>“There is nothing to be seen,” cried Middleton, who kept close at
his side. “My eyes and my ears are good, and yet I can assure you that I
neither hear nor see any thing.”</p>
<p>“Your eyes are good! and you are not deaf!” returned the other with
a slight air of contempt; “no, lad, no; they may be good to see across a
church, or to hear a town-bell, but afore you had passed a year in these
prairies you would find yourself taking a turkey for a buffaloe, or conceiting,
fifty times, that the roar of a buffaloe bull was the thunder of the Lord!
There is a deception of natur’ in these naked plains, in which the air
throws up the images like water, and then it is hard to tell the prairies from
a sea. But yonder is a sign that a hunter never fails to know!”</p>
<p>The trapper pointed to a flight of vultures, that were sailing over the plain
at no great distance, and apparently in the direction in which the Pawnee had
riveted his eye. At first Middleton could not distinguish the small dark
objects, that were dotting the dusky clouds, but as they came swiftly onward,
first their forms, and then their heavy waving wings, became distinctly
visible.</p>
<p>“Listen,” said the trapper, when he had succeeded in making
Middleton see the moving column of birds. “Now you hear the buffaloes, or
bisons, as your knowing Doctor sees fit to call them, though buffaloes is their
name among all the hunters of these regions. And, I conclude, that a hunter is
a better judge of a beast and of its name,” he added, winking to the
young soldier, “than any man who has turned over the leaves of a book,
instead of travelling over the face of the ’arth, in order to find out
the natur’s of its inhabitants.”</p>
<p>“Of their habits, I will grant you,” cried the naturalist, who
rarely missed an opportunity to agitate any disputed point in his favourite
studies. “That is, provided always, deference is had to the proper use of
definitions, and that they are contemplated with scientific eyes.”</p>
<p>“Eyes of a mole! as if man’s eyes were not as good for names as the
eyes of any other creatur’! Who named the works of His hand? can you tell
me that, with your books and college wisdom? Was it not the first man in the
Garden, and is it not a plain consequence that his children inherit his
gifts?”</p>
<p>“That is certainly the Mosaic account of the event,” said the
Doctor; “though your reading is by far too literal!”</p>
<p>“My reading! nay, if you suppose, that I have wasted my time in schools,
you do such a wrong to my knowledge, as one mortal should never lay to the door
of another without sufficient reason. If I have ever craved the art of reading,
it has been that I might better know the sayings of the book you name, for it
is a book which speaks, in every line, according to human feelings, and therein
according to reason.”</p>
<p>“And do you then believe,” said the Doctor a little provoked by the
dogmatism of his stubborn adversary, and perhaps, secretly, too confident in
his own more liberal, though scarcely as profitable,
attainments,—“do you then believe that all these beasts were
literally collected in a garden, to be enrolled in the nomenclature of the
first man?”</p>
<p>“Why not? I understand your meaning; for it is not needful to live in
towns to hear all the devilish devices, that the conceit of man can invent to
upset his own happiness. What does it prove, except indeed it may be said to
prove that the garden He made was not after the miserable fashions of our
times, thereby directly giving the lie to what the world calls its civilising?
No, no, the garden of the Lord was the forest then, and is the forest now,
where the fruits do grow, and the birds do sing, according to his own wise
ordering. Now, lady, you may see the mystery of the vultures! There come the
buffaloes themselves, and a noble herd it is! I warrant me, that Pawnee has a
troop of his people in some of the hollows, nigh by; and as he has gone
scampering after them, you are about to see a glorious chase. It will serve to
keep the squatter and his brood under cover, and for ourselves there is little
reason to fear. A Pawnee is not apt to be a malicious savage.”</p>
<p>Every eye was now drawn to the striking spectacle that succeeded. Even the
timid Inez hastened to the side of Middleton to gaze at the sight, and Paul
summoned Ellen from her culinary labours, to become a witness of the lively
scene.</p>
<p>Throughout the whole of those moving events, which it has been our duty to
record, the prairies had lain in the majesty of perfect solitude. The heavens
had been blackened with the passage of the migratory birds, it is true, but the
dogs of the party, and the ass of the doctor, were the only quadrupeds that had
enlivened the broad surface of the waste beneath. There was now a sudden
exhibition of animal life, which changed the scene, as it were, by magic, to
the very opposite extreme.</p>
<p>A few enormous bison bulls were first observed, scouring along the most distant
roll of the prairie, and then succeeded long files of single beasts, which, in
their turns, were followed by a dark mass of bodies, until the dun-coloured
herbage of the plain was entirely lost, in the deeper hue of their shaggy
coats. The herd, as the column spread and thickened, was like the endless
flocks of the smaller birds, whose extended flanks are so often seen to heave
up out of the abyss of the heavens, until they appear as countless as the
leaves in those forests, over which they wing their endless flight. Clouds of
dust shot up in little columns from the centre of the mass, as some animal,
more furious than the rest, ploughed the plain with his horns, and, from time
to time, a deep hollow bellowing was borne along on the wind, as if a thousand
throats vented their plaints in a discordant murmuring.</p>
<p>A long and musing silence reigned in the party, as they gazed on this spectacle
of wild and peculiar grandeur. It was at length broken by the trapper, who,
having been long accustomed to similar sights, felt less of its influence, or,
rather, felt it in a less thrilling and absorbing manner, than those to whom
the scene was more novel.</p>
<p>“There go ten thousand oxen in one drove, without keeper or master,
except Him who made them, and gave them these open plains for their pasture!
Ay, it is here that man may see the proofs of his wantonness and folly! Can the
proudest governor in all the States go into his fields, and slaughter a nobler
bullock than is here offered to the meanest hand; and when he has gotten his
sirloin, or his steak, can he eat it with as good a relish as he who has
sweetened his food with wholesome toil, and earned it according to the law of
natur’, by honestly mastering that which the Lord hath put before
him?”</p>
<p>“If the prairie platter is smoking with a buffaloe’s hump, I
answer, No,” interrupted the luxurious bee-hunter.</p>
<p>“Ay, boy, you have tasted, and you feel the genuine reasoning of the
thing! But the herd is heading a little this-a-way, and it behoves us to make
ready for their visit. If we hide ourselves, altogether, the horned brutes will
break through the place and trample us beneath their feet, like so many
creeping worms; so we will just put the weak ones apart, and take post, as
becomes men and hunters, in the van.”</p>
<p>As there was but little time to make the necessary arrangements, the whole
party set about them in good earnest. Inez and Ellen were placed in the edge of
the thicket on the side farthest from the approaching herd. Asinus was posted
in the centre, in consideration of his nerves, and then the old man, with his
three male companions, divided themselves in such a manner as they thought
would enable them to turn the head of the rushing column, should it chance to
approach too nigh their position. By the vacillating movements of some fifty or
a hundred bulls, that led the advance, it remained questionable, for many
moments, what course they intended to pursue. But a tremendous and painful
roar, which came from behind the cloud of dust that rose in the centre of the
herd, and which was horridly answered by the screams of the carrion birds, that
were greedily sailing directly above the flying drove, appeared to give a new
impulse to their flight, and at once to remove every symptom of indecision. As
if glad to seek the smallest signs of the forest, the whole of the affrighted
herd became steady in its direction, rushing in a straight line toward the
little cover of bushes, which has already been so often named.</p>
<p>The appearance of danger was now, in reality, of a character to try the
stoutest nerves. The flanks of the dark, moving mass, were advanced in such a
manner as to make a concave line of the front, and every fierce eye, that was
glaring from the shaggy wilderness of hair in which the entire heads of the
males were enveloped, was riveted with mad anxiety on the thicket. It seemed as
if each beast strove to outstrip his neighbour, in gaining this desired cover;
and as thousands in the rear pressed blindly on those in front, there was the
appearance of an imminent risk that the leaders of the herd would be
precipitated on the concealed party, in which case the destruction of every one
of them was certain. Each of our adventurers felt the danger of his situation
in a manner peculiar to his individual character and circumstances.</p>
<p>Middleton wavered. At times he felt inclined to rush through the bushes, and,
seizing Inez, attempt to fly. Then recollecting the impossibility of
outstripping the furious speed of an alarmed bison, he felt for his arms,
determined to make head against the countless drove. The faculties of Dr.
Battius were quickly wrought up to the very summit of mental delusion. The dark
forms of the herd lost their distinctness, and then the naturalist began to
fancy he beheld a wild collection of all the creatures of the world, rushing
upon him in a body, as if to revenge the various injuries, which in the course
of a life of indefatigable labour in behalf of the natural sciences, he had
inflicted on their several genera. The paralysis it occasioned in his system,
was like the effect of the incubus. Equally unable to fly or to advance, he
stood riveted to the spot, until the infatuation became so complete, that the
worthy naturalist was beginning, by a desperate effort of scientific
resolution, even to class the different specimens. On the other hand, Paul
shouted, and called on Ellen to come and assist him in shouting, but his voice
was lost in the bellowings and trampling of the herd. Furious, and yet
strangely excited by the obstinacy of the brutes and the wildness of the sight,
and nearly maddened by sympathy and a species of unconscious apprehension, in
which the claims of nature were singularly mingled with concern for his
mistress, he nearly split his throat in exhorting his aged friend to interfere.</p>
<p>“Come forth, old trapper,” he shouted, “with your prairie
inventions! or we shall be all smothered under a mountain of buffaloe
humps!”</p>
<p>The old man, who had stood all this while leaning on his rifle, and regarding
the movements of the herd with a steady eye, now deemed it time to strike his
blow. Levelling his piece at the foremost bull, with an agility that would have
done credit to his youth, he fired. The animal received the bullet on the
matted hair between his horns, and fell to his knees: but shaking his head he
instantly arose, the very shock seeming to increase his exertions. There was
now no longer time to hesitate. Throwing down his rifle, the trapper stretched
forth his arms, and advanced from the cover with naked hands, directly towards
the rushing column of the beasts.</p>
<p>The figure of a man, when sustained by the firmness and steadiness that
intellect can only impart, rarely fails of commanding respect from all the
inferior animals of the creation. The leading bulls recoiled, and for a single
instant there was a sudden stop to their speed, a dense mass of bodies rolling
up in front, until hundreds were seen floundering and tumbling on the plain.
Then came another of those hollow bellowings from the rear, and set the herd
again in motion. The head of the column, however, divided. The immovable form
of the trapper, cutting it, as it were, into two gliding streams of life.
Middleton and Paul instantly profited by his example, and extended the feeble
barrier by a similar exhibition of their own persons.</p>
<p>For a few moments, the new impulse given to the animals in front, served to
protect the thicket. But, as the body of the herd pressed more and more upon
the open line of its defenders, and the dust thickened, so as to obscure their
persons, there was, at each instant, a renewed danger of the beasts breaking
through. It became necessary for the trapper and his companions to become still
more and more alert; and they were gradually yielding before the headlong
multitude, when a furious bull darted by Middleton, so near as to brush his
person, and, at the next instant, swept through the thicket with the velocity
of the wind.</p>
<p>“Close, and die for the ground,” shouted the old man, “or a
thousand of the devils will be at his heels!”</p>
<p>All their efforts would have proved fruitless, however, against the living
torrent, had not Asinus, whose domains had just been so rudely entered, lifted
his voice, in the midst of the uproar. The most sturdy and furious of the bulls
trembled at the alarming and unknown cry, and then each individual brute was
seen madly pressing from that very thicket, which, the moment before, he had
endeavoured to reach, with the eagerness with which the murderer seeks the
sanctuary.</p>
<p>As the stream divided, the place became clear; the two dark columns moving
obliquely from the copse, to unite again at the distance of a mile, on its
opposite side. The instant the old man saw the sudden effect which the voice of
Asinus had produced, he coolly commenced reloading his rifle, indulging at the
same time in a heartfelt fit of his silent and peculiar merriment.</p>
<p>“There they go, like dogs with so many half-filled shot-pouches dangling
at their tails, and no fear of their breaking their order; for what the brutes
in the rear didn’t hear with their own ears, they’ll conceit they
did: besides, if they change their minds, it may be no hard matter to get the
Jack to sing the rest of his tune!”</p>
<p>“The ass has spoken, but Balaam is silent!” cried the bee-hunter,
catching his breath after a repeated burst of noisy mirth, that might possibly
have added to the panic of the buffaloes by its vociferation. “The man is
as completely dumb-founded, as if a swarm of young bees had settled on the end
of his tongue, and he not willing to speak, for fear of their answer.”</p>
<p>“How now, friend,” continued the trapper, addressing the still
motionless and entranced naturalist; “how now, friend; are you, who make
your livelihood by booking the names and natur’s of the beasts of the
fields and the fowls of the air, frightened at a herd of scampering buffaloes?
Though, perhaps, you are ready to dispute my right to call them by a word, that
is in the mouth of every hunter and trader on the frontier!”</p>
<p>The old man was however mistaken, in supposing he could excite the benumbed
faculties of the Doctor, by provoking a discussion. From that time, henceforth,
he was never known, except on one occasion, to utter a word that indicated
either the species, or the genus, of the animal. He obstinately refused the
nutritious food of the whole ox family, and even to the present hour, now that
he is established in all the scientific dignity and security of a savant in one
of the maritime towns, he turns his back with a shudder on those delicious and
unrivalled viands, that are so often seen at the suppers of the craft, and
which are unequalled by any thing, that is served under the same name, at the
boasted chop-houses of London, or at the most renowned of the Parisian
restaurants. In short, the distaste of the worthy naturalist for beef was not
unlike that which the shepherd sometimes produces, by first muzzling and
fettering his delinquent dog, and then leaving him as a stepping stone for the
whole flock to use in its transit over a wall, or through the opening of a
sheep-fold; a process which is said to produce in the culprit a species of
surfeit, on the subject of mutton, for ever after. By the time Paul and the
trapper saw fit to terminate the fresh bursts of merriment, which the continued
abstraction of their learned companion did not fail to excite, he commenced
breathing again, as if the suspended action of his lungs had been renewed by
the application of a pair of artificial bellows, and was heard to make use of
the ever afterwards proscribed term, on that solitary occasion, to which we
have just alluded.</p>
<p>“Boves Americani horridi!” exclaimed the Doctor, laying great
stress on the latter word; after which he continued mute, like one who pondered
on strange and unaccountable events.</p>
<p>“Ay, horrid eyes enough, I will willingly allow,” returned the
trapper; “and altogether the creatur’ has a frightful look, to one
unused to the sights and bustle of a natural life; but then the courage of the
beast is in no way equal to its countenance. Lord, man, if you should once get
fairly beset by a brood of grizzly bears, as happened to Hector and I, at the
great falls of the Miss—Ah, here comes the tail of the herd, and yonder
goes a pack of hungry wolves, ready to pick up the sick, or such as get a
disjointed neck by a tumble. Ha! there are mounted men on their trail, or
I’m no sinner! here, lad; you may see them here-away, just where the dust
is scattering afore the wind. They are hovering around a wounded buffaloe,
making an end of the surly devil with their arrows!”</p>
<p>Middleton and Paul soon caught a glimpse of the dark group, that the quick eye
of the old man had so readily detected. Some fifteen or twenty horsemen were,
in truth, to be seen riding, in quick circuits, about a noble bull, which stood
at bay, too grievously hurt to fly, and yet seeming to disdain to fall,
notwithstanding his hardy body had already been the target for a hundred
arrows. A thrust from the lance of a powerful Indian, however, completed his
conquest, and the brute gave up his obstinate hold of life with a roar, that
passed bellowing over the place where our adventurers stood, and, reaching the
ears of the affrighted herd, added a new impulse to their flight.</p>
<p>“How well the Pawnee knew the philosophy of a buffaloe hunt!” said
the old man, after he had stood regarding the animated scene for a few moments,
with evident satisfaction. “You saw how he went off like the wind before
the drove. It was in order that he might not taint the air, and that he might
turn the flank, and join—Ha! how is this! yonder Red-skins are no
Pawnees! The feathers in their heads are from the wings and tails of
owls.—Ah! as I am but a miserable, half-sighted, trapper, it is a band of
the accursed Siouxes! To cover, lads, to cover. A single cast of an eye
this-a-way, would strip us of every rag of clothes, as surely as the lightning
scorches the bush, and it might be that our very lives would be far from
safe.”</p>
<p>Middleton had already turned from the spectacle, to seek that which pleased him
better; the sight of his young and beautiful bride. Paul seized the Doctor by
the arm; and, as the trapper followed with the smallest possible delay, the
whole party was quickly collected within the cover of the thicket. After a few
short explanations concerning the character of this new danger, the old man, on
whom the whole duty of directing their movements was devolved, in deference to
his great experience, continued his discourse as follows—</p>
<p>“This is a region, as you must all know, where a strong arm is far better
than the right, and where the white law is as little known as needed. Therefore
does every thing, now, depend on judgment and power. If,” he continued,
laying his finger on his cheek, like one who considered deeply all sides of the
embarrassing situation in which he found himself,—“if an invention
could be framed, which would set these Siouxes and the brood of the squatter by
the ears, then might we come in, like the buzzards after a fight atween the
beasts, and pick up the gleanings of the ground—there are Pawnees nigh
us, too! It is a certain matter, for yonder lad is not so far from his village
without an errand. Here are therefore four parties within sound of a cannon,
not one of whom can trust the other. All which makes movement a little
difficult, in a district where covers are far from plenty. But we are three
well-armed, and I think I may see three stout-hearted men—”</p>
<p>“Four,” interrupted Paul.</p>
<p>“Anan,” said the old man, looking up simply at his companion.</p>
<p>“Four,” repeated the bee-hunter, pointing to the naturalist.</p>
<p>“Every army has its hangers-on and idlers,” rejoined the blunt
border-man. “Friend, it will be necessary to slaughter this ass.”</p>
<p>“To slay Asinus! such a deed would be an act of supererogatory
cruelty.”</p>
<p>“I know nothing of your words, which hide their meaning in sound; but
that is cruel which sacrifices a Christian to a brute. This is what I call the
reason of mercy. It would be just as safe to blow a trumpet, as to let the
animal raise his voice again, inasmuch as it would prove a manifest challenge
to the Siouxes.”</p>
<p>“I will answer for the discretion of Asinus, who seldom speaks without a
reason.”</p>
<p>“They say a man can be known by the company he keeps,” retorted the
old man, “and why not a brute? I once made a forced march, and went
through a great deal of jeopardy, with a companion who never opened his mouth
but to sing; and trouble enough and great concern of mind did the fellow give
me. It was in that very business with your grand’ther, captain. But then
he had a human throat, and well did he know how to use it, on occasion, though
he didn’t always stop to regard the time and seasons fit for such
outcries. Ah’s me! if I was now, as I was then, it wouldn’t be a
band of thieving Siouxes that should easily drive me from such a lodgment as
this! But what signifies boasting, when sight and strength are both failing.
The warrior, that the Delawares once saw fit to call after the Hawk, for the
goodness of his eyes, would now be better termed the Mole! In my judgment,
therefore, it will be well to slay the brute.”</p>
<p>“There’s argument and good logic in it,” said Paul;
“music is music, and it’s always noisy, whether it comes from a
fiddle or a jackass. Therefore I agree with the old man, and say, Kill the
beast.”</p>
<p>“Friends,” said the naturalist, looking with a sorrowful eye from
one to another of his bloodily disposed companions, “slay not Asinus; he
is a specimen of his kind, of whom much good and little evil can be said. Hardy
and docile for his genus; abstemious and patient, even for his humble species.
We have journeyed much together, and his death would grieve me. How would it
trouble thy spirit, venerable venator, to separate, in such an untimely manner,
from your faithful hound?”</p>
<p>“The animal shall not die,” said the old man, suddenly clearing his
throat, in a manner that proved he felt the force of the appeal; “but his
voice must be smothered. Bind his jaws with the halter, and then I think we may
trust the rest to Providence.”</p>
<p>With this double security for the discretion of Asinus, for Paul instantly
bound the muzzle of the ass in the manner required, the trapper seemed content.
After which he proceeded to the margin of the thicket to reconnoitre.</p>
<p>The uproar, which attended the passage of the herd, was now gone, or rather it
was heard rolling along the prairie, at the distance of a mile. The clouds of
dust were already blown away by the wind, and a clear range was left to the
eye, in that place where ten minutes before there existed a scene of so much
wildness and confusion.</p>
<p>The Siouxes had completed their conquest, and, apparently satisfied with this
addition to the numerous previous captures they had made, they now seemed
content to let the remainder of the herd escape. A dozen remained around the
carcass, over which a few buzzards were balancing themselves with steady wings
and greedy eyes, while the rest were riding about, in quest of such further
booty as might come in their way, on the trail of so vast a drove. The trapper
measured the proportions, and scanned the equipments of such individuals as
drew nearer to the side of the thicket, with careful eyes. At length he pointed
out one among them, to Middleton, as Weucha.</p>
<p>“Now, know we not only who they are, but their errand,” the old man
continued, deliberately shaking his head. “They have lost the trail of
the squatter, and are on its hunt. These buffaloes have crossed their path, and
in chasing the animals, bad luck has led them in open sight of the hill on
which the brood of Ishmael have harboured. Do you see yon birds watching for
the offals of the beast they have killed? Therein is a moral, which teaches the
manner of a prairie life. A band of Pawnees are outlying for these very
Siouxes, as you see the buzzards looking down for their food, and it behoves
us, as Christian men who have so much at stake, to look down upon them both.
Ha! what brings yonder two skirting reptiles to a stand? As you live, they have
found the place where the miserable son of the squatter met his death!”</p>
<p>The old man was not mistaken. Weucha, and a savage who accompanied him, had
reached that spot, which has already been mentioned as furnishing the frightful
evidences of violence and bloodshed. There they sat on their horses, examining
the well-known signs, with the intelligence that distinguishes the habits of
Indians. Their scrutiny was long, and apparently not without distrust. At
length they raised a cry, that was scarcely less piteous and startling than
that which the hounds had before made over the same fatal signs, and which did
not fail to draw the whole band immediately around them, as the fell bark of
the jackal is said to gather his comrades to the chase.</p>
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