So smile the heavens upon this holy act,
That after-hours with sorrow chide us not!
--Shakspeare.
It is proper that the course of the narrative should be stayed, while
we revert to those causes, which have brought in their train of
consequences, the singular contest just related. The interruption must
necessarily be as brief as we hope it may prove satisfactory to that
class of readers, who require that no gap should be left by those who
assume the office of historians, for their own fertile imaginations to
fill.
Among the troops sent by the government of the United States, to take
possession of its newly acquired territory in the west, was a
detachment led by a young soldier who has become so busy an actor in
the scenes of our legend. The mild and indolent descendants of the
ancient colonists received their new compatriots without distrust,
well knowing that the transfer raised them from the condition of
subjects, to the more enviable distinction of citizens in a government
of laws. The new rulers exercised their functions with discretion, and
wielded their delegated authority without offence. In such a novel
intermixture, however, of men born and nurtured in freedom, and the
compliant minions of absolute power, the catholic and the protestant,
the active and the indolent, some little time was necessary to blend
the discrepant elements of society. In attaining so desirable an end,
woman was made to perform her accustomed and grateful office. The
barriers of prejudice and religion were broken through by the
irresistible power of the master-passion, and family unions, ere long,
began to cement the political tie which had made a forced conjunction,
between people so opposite in their habits, their educations, and
their opinions.
Middleton was among the first, of the new possessors of the soil, who
became captive to the charms of a Louisianian lady. In the immediate
vicinity of the post he had been directed to occupy, dwelt the chief
of one of those ancient colonial families, which had been content to
slumber for ages amid the ease, indolence, and wealth of the Spanish
provinces. He was an officer of the crown, and had been induced to
remove from the Floridas, among the French of the adjoining province,
by a rich succession of which he had become the inheritor. The name of
Don Augustin de Certavallos was scarcely known beyond the limits of
the little town in which he resided, though he found a secret pleasure
himself in pointing it out, in large scrolls of musty documents, to an
only child, as enrolled among the former heroes and grandees of Old
and of New Spain. This fact, so important to himself and of so little
moment to any body else, was the principal reason, that while his more
vivacious Gallic neighbours were not slow to open a frank communion
with their visiters, he chose to keep aloof, seemingly content with
the society of his daughter, who was a girl just emerging from the
condition of childhood into that of a woman.
The curiosity of the youthful Inez, however, was not so inactive. She
had not heard the martial music of the garrison, melting on the
evening air, nor seen the strange banner, which fluttered over the
heights that rose at no great distance from her father's extensive
grounds, without experiencing some of those secret impulses which are
thought to distinguish the sex. Natural timidity, and that retiring
and perhaps peculiar lassitude, which forms the very groundwork of
female fascination, in the tropical provinces of Spain, held her in
their seemingly indissoluble bonds; and it is more than probable, that
had not an accident occurred, in which Middleton was of some personal
service to her father, so long a time would have elapsed before they
met, that another direction might have been given to the wishes of
one, who was just of an age to be alive to all the power of youth and
beauty.
Providence--or if that imposing word is too just to be classical, fate
--had otherwise decreed. The haughty and reserved Don Augustin was by
far too observant of the forms of that station, on which he so much
valued himself, to forget the duties of a gentleman. Gratitude, for
the kindness of Middleton, induced him to open his doors to the
officers of the garrison, and to admit of a guarded but polite
intercourse. Reserve gradually gave way before the propriety and
candour of their spirited young leader, and it was not long ere the
affluent planter rejoiced as much as his daughter, whenever the well
known signal, at the gate, announced one of these agreeable visits
from the commander of the post.
It is unnecessary to dwell on the impression which the charms of Inez
produced on the soldier, or to delay the tale in order to write a
wire-drawn account of the progressive influence that elegance of
deportment, manly beauty, and undivided assiduity and intelligence
were likely to produce on the sensitive mind of a romantic, warm-
hearted, and secluded girl of sixteen. It is sufficient for our
purpose to say that they loved, that the youth was not backward to
declare his feelings, that he prevailed with some facility over the
scruples of the maiden, and with no little difficulty over the
objections of her father, and that before the province of Louisiana
had been six months in the possession of the States, the officer of
the latter was the affianced husband of the richest heiress on the
banks of the Mississippi.
Although we have presumed the reader to be acquainted with the manner
in which such results are commonly attained, it is not to be supposed
that the triumph of Middleton, either over the prejudices of the
father or over those of the daughter, was achieved without difficulty.
Religion formed a stubborn and nearly irremovable obstacle with both.
The devoted man patiently submitted to a formidable essay, father
Ignatius was deputed to make in order to convert him to the true
faith. The effort on the part of the worthy priest was systematic,
vigorous, and long sustained. A dozen times (it was at those moments
when glimpses of the light, sylphlike form of Inez flitted like some
fairy being past the scene of their conferences) the good father
fancied he was on the eve of a glorious triumph over infidelity; but
all his hopes were frustrated by some unlooked-for opposition, on the
part of the subject of his pious labours. So long as the assault on
his faith was distant and feeble, Middleton, who was no great
proficient in polemics, submitted to its effects with the patience and
humility of a martyr; but the moment the good father, who felt such
concern in his future happiness, was tempted to improve his vantage
ground by calling in the aid of some of the peculiar subtilties of his
own creed, the young man was too good a soldier not to make head
against the hot attack. He came to the contest, it is true, with no
weapons more formidable than common sense, and some little knowledge
of the habits of his country as contrasted with that of his adversary;
but with these homebred implements he never failed to repulse the
father with something of the power with which a nervous cudgel player
would deal with a skilful master of the rapier, setting at nought his
passados by the direct and unanswerable arguments of a broken head and
a shivered weapon.
Before the controversy was terminated, an inroad of Protestants had
come to aid the soldier. The reckless freedom of such among them, as
thought only of this life, and the consistent and tempered piety of
others, caused the honest priest to look about him in concern. The
influence of example on one hand, and the contamination of too free an
intercourse on the other, began to manifest themselves, even in that
portion of his own flock, which he had supposed to be too thoroughly
folded in spiritual government ever to stray. It was time to turn his
thoughts from the offensive, and to prepare his followers to resist
the lawless deluge of opinion, which threatened to break down the
barriers of their faith. Like a wise commander, who finds he has
occupied too much ground for the amount of his force, he began to
curtail his outworks. The relics were concealed from profane eyes; his
people were admonished not to speak of miracles before a race that not
only denied their existence, but who had even the desperate hardihood
to challenge their proofs; and even the Bible itself was prohibited,
with terrible denunciations, for the triumphant reason that it was
liable to be misinterpreted.
In the mean time, it became necessary to report to Don Augustin, the
effects his arguments and prayers had produced on the heretical
disposition of the young soldier. No man is prone to confess his
weakness, at the very moment when circumstances demand the utmost
efforts of his strength. By a species of pious fraud, for which no
doubt the worthy priest found his absolution in the purity of his
motives, he declared that, while no positive change was actually
wrought in the mind of Middleton, there was every reason to hope the
entering wedge of argument had been driven to its head, and that in
consequence an opening was left, through which, it might rationally be
hoped, the blessed seeds of a religious fructification would find
their way, especially if the subject was left uninterruptedly to enjoy
the advantage of catholic communion.
Don Augustin himself was now seized with the desire of proselyting.
Even the soft and amiable Inez thought it would be a glorious
consummation of her wishes, to be a humble instrument of bringing her
lover into the bosom of the true church. The offers of Middleton were
promptly accepted, and, while the father looked forward impatiently to
the day assigned for the nuptials, as to the pledge of his own
success, the daughter thought of it with feelings in which the holy
emotions of her faith were blended with the softer sensations of her
years and situation.
The sun rose, the morning of her nuptials, on a day so bright and
cloudless, that Inez hailed it as a harbinger of future happiness.
Father Ignatius performed the offices of the church, in a little
chapel attached to the estate of Don Augustin; and long ere the sun
had begun to fall, Middleton pressed the blushing and timid young
Creole to his bosom, his acknowledged and unalienable wife. It had
pleased the parties to pass the day of the wedding in retirement,
dedicating it solely to the best and purest affections, aloof from the
noisy and heartless rejoicings of a compelled festivity.
Middleton was returning through the grounds of Don Augustin, from a
visit of duty to his encampment, at that hour in which the light of
the sun begins to melt into the shadows of evening, when a glimpse of
a robe, similar to that in which Inez had accompanied him to the
altar, caught his eye through the foliage of a retired arbour. He
approached the spot, with a delicacy that was rather increased than
diminished by the claim she had perhaps given him to intrude on her
private moments; but the sounds of her soft voice, which was offering
up prayers, in which he heard himself named by the dearest of all
appellations, overcame his scruples, and induced him to take a
position where he might listen without the fear of detection. It was
certainly grateful to the feelings of a husband to be able in this
manner to lay bare the spotless soul of his wife, and to find that his
own image lay enshrined amid its purest and holiest aspirations. His
self-esteem was too much flattered not to induce him to overlook the
immediate object of the petitioner. While she prayed that she might
become the humble instrument of bringing him into the flock of the
faithful, she petitioned for forgiveness, on her own behalf, if
presumption or indifference to the counsel of the church had caused
her to set too high a value on her influence, and led her into the
dangerous error of hazarding her own soul by espousing a heretic.
There was so much of fervent piety, mingled with so strong a burst of
natural feeling, so much of the woman blended with the angel, in her
prayers, that Middleton could have forgiven her, had she termed him a
Pagan, for the sweetness and interest with which she petitioned in his
favour.
The young man waited until his bride arose from her knees, and then he
joined her, as if entirely ignorant of what had occurred.
"It is getting late, my Inez," he said, "and Don Augustin would be apt
to reproach you with inattention to your health, in being abroad at
such an hour. What then am I to do, who am charged with all his
authority, and twice his love?"
"Be like him in every thing," she answered, looking up in his face,
with tears in her eyes, and speaking with emphasis; "in every thing.
Imitate my father, Middleton, and I can ask no more of you."
"Nor for me, Inez? I doubt not that I should be all you can wish, were
I to become as good as the worthy and respectable Don Augustin. But
you are to make some allowances for the infirmities and habits of a
soldier. Now let us go and join this excellent father."
"Not yet," said his bride, gently extricating herself from the arm,
that he had thrown around her slight form, while he urged her from the
place. "I have still another duty to perform, before I can submit so
implicitly to your orders, soldier though you are. I promised the
worthy Inesella, my faithful nurse, she who, as you heard, has so long
been a mother to me, Middleton--I promised her a visit at this hour.
It is the last, as she thinks, that she can receive from her own
child, and I cannot disappoint her. Go you then to Don Augustin; in
one short hour I will rejoin you."
"Remember it is but an hour!"
"One hour," repeated Inez, as she kissed her hand to him; and then
blushing, ashamed at her own boldness, she darted from the arbour, and
was seen for an instant gliding towards the cottage of her nurse, in
which, at the next moment, she disappeared.
Middleton returned slowly and thoughtfully to the house, often bending
his eyes in the direction in which he had last seen his wife, as if he
would fain trace her lovely form, in the gloom of the evening, still
floating through the vacant space. Don Augustin received him with
warmth, and for many minutes his mind was amused by relating to his
new kinsman plans for the future. The exclusive old Spaniard listened
to his glowing but true account of the prosperity and happiness of
those States, of which he had been an ignorant neighbour half his
life, partly in wonder, and partly with that sort of incredulity with
which one attends to what he fancies are the exaggerated descriptions
of a too partial friendship.
In this manner the hour for which Inez had conditioned passed away,
much sooner than her husband could have thought possible, in her
absence. At length his looks began to wander to the clock, and then
the minutes were counted, as one rolled by after another and Inez did
not appear. The hand had already made half of another circuit, around
the face of the dial, when Middleton arose and announced his
determination to go and offer himself, as an escort to the absentee.
He found the night dark, and the heavens charged with threatening
vapour, which in that climate was the infallible forerunner of a gust.
Stimulated no less by the unpropitious aspect of the skies, than by
his secret uneasiness, he quickened his pace, making long and rapid
strides in the direction of the cottage of Inesella. Twenty times he
stopped, fancying that he caught glimpses of the fairy form of Inez,
tripping across the grounds, on her return to the mansion-house, and
as often he was obliged to resume his course, in disappointment. He
reached the gate of the cottage, knocked, opened the door, entered,
and even stood in the presence of the aged nurse, without meeting the
person of her he sought. She had already left the place, on her return
to her father's house! Believing that he must have passed her in the
darkness, Middleton retraced his steps to meet with another
disappointment. Inez had not been seen. Without communicating his
intention to any one, the bridegroom proceeded with a palpitating
heart to the little sequestered arbour, where he had overheard his
bride offering up those petitions for his happiness and conversion.
Here, too, he was disappointed; and then all was afloat, in the
painful incertitude of doubt and conjecture.
For many hours, a secret distrust of the motives of his wife caused
Middleton to proceed in the search with delicacy and caution. But as
day dawned, without restoring her to the arms of her father or her
husband, reserve was thrown aside, and her unaccountable absence was
loudly proclaimed. The enquiries after the lost Inez were now direct
and open; but they proved equally fruitless. No one had seen her, or
heard of her, from the moment that she left the cottage of her nurse.
Day succeeded day, and still no tidings rewarded the search that was
immediately instituted, until she was finally given over, by most of
her relations and friends, as irretrievably lost.
An event of so extraordinary a character was not likely to be soon
forgotten. It excited speculation, gave rise to an infinity of
rumours, and not a few inventions. The prevalent opinion, among such
of those emigrants who were over-running the country, as had time, in
the multitude of their employments, to think of any foreign concerns,
was the simple and direct conclusion that the absent bride was no more
nor less than a felo de se. Father Ignatius had many doubts, and much
secret compunction of conscience; but, like a wise chief, he
endeavoured to turn the sad event to some account, in the impending
warfare of faith. Changing his battery, he whispered in the ears of a
few of his oldest parishioners, that he had been deceived in the state
of Middleton's mind, which he was now compelled to believe was
completely stranded on the quicksands of heresy. He began to show his
relics again, and was even heard to allude once more to the delicate
and nearly forgotten subject of modern miracles. In consequence of
these demonstrations, on the part of the venerable priest, it came to
be whispered among the faithful, and finally it was adopted, as part
of the parish creed, that Inez had been translated to heaven.
Don Augustin had all the feelings of a father, but they were smothered
in the lassitude of a Creole. Like his spiritual governor, he began to
think that they had been wrong in consigning one so pure, so young, so
lovely, and above all so pious, to the arms of a heretic: and he was
fain to believe that the calamity, which had befallen his age, was a
judgment on his presumption and want of adherence to established
forms. It is true that, as the whispers of the congregation came to
his ears, he found present consolation in their belief; but then
nature was too powerful, and had too strong a hold of the old man's
heart, not to give rise to the rebellious thought, that the succession
of his daughter to the heavenly inheritance was a little premature.
But Middleton, the lover, the husband, the bridegroom--Middleton was
nearly crushed by the weight of the unexpected and terrible blow.
Educated himself under the dominion of a simple and rational faith, in
which nothing is attempted to be concealed from the believers, he
could have no other apprehensions for the fate of Inez than such as
grew out of his knowledge of the superstitious opinions she
entertained of his own church. It is needless to dwell on the mental
tortures that he endured, or all the various surmises, hopes, and
disappointments, that he was fated to experience in the first few
weeks of his misery. A jealous distrust of the motives of Inez, and a
secret, lingering, hope that he should yet find her, had tempered his
enquiries, without however causing him to abandon them entirely. But
time was beginning to deprive him, even of the mortifying reflection
that he was intentionally, though perhaps temporarily, deserted, and
he was gradually yielding to the more painful conviction that she was
dead, when his hopes were suddenly revived, in a new and singular
manner.
The young commander was slowly and sorrowfully returning from an
evening parade of his troops, to his own quarters, which stood at some
little distance from the place of the encampment, and on the same high
bluff of land, when his vacant eyes fell on the figure of a man, who
by the regulations of the place, was not entitled to be there, at that
forbidden hour. The stranger was meanly dressed, with every appearance
about his person and countenance, of squalid poverty and of the most
dissolute habits. Sorrow had softened the military pride of Middleton,
and, as he passed the crouching form of the intruder, he said, in
tones of great mildness, or rather of kindness--
"You will be given a night in the guard-house, friend, should the
patrol find you here;--there is a dollar,--go, and get a better place
to sleep in, and something to eat!"
"I swallow all my food, captain, without chewing," returned the
vagabond, with the low exultation of an accomplished villain, as he
eagerly seized the silver. "Make this Mexican twenty, and I will sell
you a secret."
"Go, go," said the other with a little of a soldier's severity,
returning to his manner. "Go, before I order the guard to seize you."
"Well, go I will;--but if I do go, captain, I shall take my knowledge
with me; and then you may live a widower bewitched till the tattoo of
life is beat off."
"What mean you, fellow?" exclaimed Middleton, turning quickly towards
the wretch, who was already dragging his diseased limbs from the
place.
"I mean to have the value of this dollar in Spanish brandy, and then
come back and sell you my secret for enough to buy a barrel."
"If you have any thing to say, speak now," continued Middleton,
restraining with difficulty the impatience that urged him to betray
his feelings.
"I am a-dry, and I can never talk with elegance when my throat is
husky, captain. How much will you give to know what I can tell you;
let it be something handsome; such as one gentleman can offer to
another."
"I believe it would be better justice to order the drummer to pay you
a visit, fellow. To what does your boasted secret relate?"
"Matrimony; a wife and no wife; a pretty face and a rich bride: do I
speak plain, now, captain?"
"If you know any thing relating to my wife, say it at once; you need
not fear for your reward."
"Ay, captain, I have drove many a bargain in my time, and sometimes I
have been paid in money, and sometimes I have been paid in promises;
now the last are what I call pinching food."
"Name your price."
"Twenty--no, damn it, it's worth thirty dollars, if it's worth a
cent!"
"Here, then, is your money: but remember, if you tell me nothing worth
knowing, I have a force that can easily deprive you of it again, and
punish your insolence in the bargain."
The fellow examined the bank-bills he received, with a jealous eye,
and then pocketed them, apparently well satisfied of their being
genuine.
"I like a northern note," he said very coolly; "they have a character
to lose like myself. No fear of me, captain; I am a man of honour, and
I shall not tell you a word more, nor a word less than I know of my
own knowledge to be true."
"Proceed then without further delay, or I may repent, and order you to
be deprived of all your gains; the silver as well as the notes."
"Honour, if you die for it!" returned the miscreant, holding up a hand
in affected horror at so treacherous a threat. "Well, captain, you
must know that gentlemen don't all live by the same calling; some keep
what they've got, and some get what they can."
"You have been a thief."
"I scorn the word. I have been a humanity hunter. Do you know what
that means? Ay, it has many interpretations. Some people think the
woolly-heads are miserable, working on hot plantations under a
broiling sun--and all such sorts of inconveniences. Well, captain, I
have been, in my time, a man who has been willing to give them the
pleasures of variety, at least, by changing the scene for them. You
understand me?"
"You are, in plain language, a kidnapper."
"Have been, my worthy captain--have been; but just now a little
reduced, like a merchant who leaves off selling tobacco by the
hogshead, to deal in it by the yard. I have been a soldier, too, in my
day. What is said to be the great secret of our trade, can you tell me
that?"
"I know not," said Middleton, beginning to tire of the fellow's
trifling: "courage?"
"No, legs--legs to fight with, and legs to run away with--and therein
you see my two callings agreed. My legs are none of the best just now,
and without legs a kidnapper would carry on a losing trade; but then
there are men enough left, better provided than I am."
"Stolen!" groaned the horror-struck husband.
"On her travels, as sure as you are standing still!"
"Villain, what reason have you for believing a thing so shocking?"
"Hands off--hands off--do you think my tongue can do its work the
better, for a little squeezing of the throat! Have patience, and you
shall know it all; but if you treat me so ungenteelly again, I shall
be obliged to call in the assistance of the lawyers."
"Say on; but if you utter a single word more or less than the truth,
expect instant vengeance!"
"Are you fool enough to believe what such a scoundrel as I am tells
you, captain, unless it has probability to back it? I know you are
not: therefore I will give my facts and my opinions, and then leave
you to chew on them, while I go and drink of your generosity. I know a
man who is called Abiram White.--I believe the knave took that name to
show his enmity to the race of blacks! But this gentleman is now, and
has been for years, to my certain knowledge, a regular translator of
the human body from one State to another. I have dealt with him in my
time, and a cheating dog he is! No more honour in him than meat in my
stomach. I saw him here in this very town, the day of your wedding. He
was in company with his wife's brother, and pretended to be a settler
on the hunt for new land. A noble set they were, to carry on business
--seven sons, each of them as tall as your sergeant with his cap on.
Well, the moment I heard that your wife was lost, I saw at once that
Abiram had laid his hands on her."
"Do you know this--can this be true? What reason have you to fancy a
thing so wild?"
"Reason enough; I know Abiram White. Now, will you add a trifle just
to keep my throat from parching?"
"Go, go; you are stupified with drink already, miserable man, and know
not what you say. Go; go, and beware the drummer."
"Experience is a good guide"--the fellow called after the retiring
Middleton; and then turning with a chuckling laugh, like one well
satisfied with himself, he made the best of his way towards the shop
of the suttler.
A hundred times in the course of that night did Middleton fancy that
the communication of the miscreant was entitled to some attention, and
as often did he reject the idea as too wild and visionary for another
thought. He was awakened early on the following morning, after passing
a restless and nearly sleepless night, by his orderly, who came to
report that a man was found dead on the parade, at no great distance
from his quarters. Throwing on his clothes he proceeded to the spot,
and beheld the individual, with whom he had held the preceding
conference, in the precise situation in which he had first been found.
The miserable wretch had fallen a victim to his intemperance. This
revolting fact was sufficiently proclaimed by his obtruding eye-balls,
his bloated countenance, and the nearly insufferable odours that were
even then exhaling from his carcass. Disgusted with the odious
spectacle, the youth was turning from the sight, after ordering the
corpse to be removed, when the position of one of the dead man's hands
struck him. On examination, he found the fore-finger extended, as if
in the act of writing in the sand, with the following incomplete
sentence, nearly illegible, but yet in a state to be deciphered:
"Captain, it is true, as I am a gentle--" He had either died, or
fallen into a sleep, the forerunner of his death, before the latter
word was finished.
Concealing this fact from the others, Middleton repeated his orders
and departed. The pertinacity of the deceased, and all the
circumstances united, induced him to set on foot some secret
enquiries. He found that a family answering the description which had
been given him, had in fact passed the place the day of his nuptials.
They were traced along the margin of the Mississippi, for some
distance, until they took boat and ascended the river to its
confluence with the Missouri. Here they had disappeared like hundreds
of others, in pursuit of the hidden wealth of the interior.
Furnished with these facts, Middleton detailed a small guard of his
most trusty men, took leave of Don Augustin, without declaring his
hopes or his fears, and having arrived at the indicated point, he
pushed into the wilderness in pursuit. It was not difficult to trace a
train like that of Ishmael, until he was well assured its object lay
far beyond the usual limits of the settlements. This circumstance, in
itself, quickened his suspicions, and gave additional force to his
hopes of final success.
After getting beyond the assistance of verbal directions, the anxious
husband had recourse to the usual signs of a trail, in order to follow
the fugitives. This he also found a task of no difficulty, until he
reached the hard and unyielding soil of the rolling prairies. Here,
indeed, he was completely at fault. He found himself, at length,
compelled to divide his followers, appointing a place of rendezvous at
a distant day, and to endeavour to find the lost trail by multiplying,
as much as possible, the number of his eyes. He had been alone a week,
when accident brought him in contact with the trapper and the bee-
hunter. Part of their interview has been related, and the reader can
readily imagine the explanations that succeeded the tale he recounted,
and which led, as has already been seen, to the recovery of his bride.