Approach the chamber, and destroy your sight
With a new Gorgon--Do not bid me speak;
See, and then speak yourselves.
--Shakspeare.
The little run, which supplied the family of the squatter with water,
and nourished the trees and bushes that grew near the base of the
rocky eminence, took its rise at no great distance from the latter, in
a small thicket of cotton-wood and vines. Hither, then, the trapper
directed the flight, as to the place affording the only available
cover in so pressing an emergency. It will be remembered, that the
sagacity of the old man, which, from long practice in similar scenes,
amounted nearly to an instinct in all cases of sudden danger, had
first induced him to take this course, as it placed the hill between
them and the approaching party. Favoured by this circumstance, he
succeeded in reaching the bushes in sufficient time and Paul Hover had
just hurried the breathless Ellen into the tangled bush, as Ishmael
gained the summit of the rock, in the manner already described, where
he stood like a man momentarily bereft of sense, gazing at the
confusion which had been created among his chattels, or at his gagged
and bound children, who had been safely bestowed, by the forethought
of the bee-hunter, under the cover of a bark roof, in a sort of
irregular pile. A long rifle would have thrown a bullet from the
height, on which the squatter now stood, into the very cover where the
fugitives, who had wrought all this mischief, were clustered.
The trapper was the first to speak, as the man on whose intelligence
and experience they all depended for counsel, after running his eye
over the different individuals who gathered about him, in order to see
that none were missing.
"Ah! natur' is natur', and has done its work!" he said, nodding to the
exulting Paul, with a smile of approbation. "I thought it would be
hard for those, who had so often met in fair and foul, by starlight
and under the clouded moon, to part at last in anger. Now is there
little time to lose in talk, and every thing to gain by industry! It
cannot be long afore some of yonder brood will be nosing along the
'arth for our trail, and should they find it, as find it they surely
will, and should they push us to a stand on our courage, the dispute
must be settled with the rifle; which may He in heaven forbid!
Captain, can you lead us to the place where any of your warriors lie?
--For the stout sons of the squatter will make a manly brush of it, or
I am but little of a judge in warlike dispositions!"
"The place of rendezvous is many leagues from this, on the banks of La
Platte."
"It is bad--it is bad. If fighting is to be done, it is always wise to
enter on it on equal terms. But what has one so near his time to do
with ill-blood and hot-blood at his heart! Listen to what a grey head
and some experience have to offer, and then if any among you can point
out a wiser fashion for a retreat, we can just follow his design, and
forget that I have spoken. This thicket stretches for near a mile as
it may be slanting from the rock, and leads towards the sunset instead
of the settlements."
"Enough, enough," cried Middleton, too impatient to wait until the
deliberative and perhaps loquacious old man could end his minute
explanation. "Time is too precious for words. Let us fly."
The trapper made a gesture of compliance, and turning in his tracks,
he led Asinus across the trembling earth of the swale, and quickly
emerged on the hard ground, on the side opposite to the encampment of
the squatter.
"If old Ishmael gets a squint at that highway through the brush,"
cried Paul, casting, as he left the place, a hasty glance at the broad
trail the party had made through the thicket, "he'll need no finger-
board to tell him which way his road lies. But let him follow! I know
the vagabond would gladly cross his breed with a little honest blood,
but if any son of his ever gets to be the husband of--"
"Hush, Paul, hush," said the terrified young woman, who leaned on his
arm for support; "your voice might be heard."
The bee-hunter was silent, though he did not cease to cast ominous
looks behind him, as they flew along the edge of the run, which
sufficiently betrayed the belligerent condition of his mind. As each
one was busy for himself, but a few minutes elapsed before the party
rose a swell of the prairie, and descending without a moment's delay
on the opposite side, they were at once removed from every danger of
being seen by the sons of Ishmael, unless the pursuers should happen
to fall upon their trail. The old man now profited by the formation of
the land to take another direction, with a view to elude pursuit, as a
vessel changes her course in fogs and darkness, to escape from the
vigilance of her enemies.
Two hours, passed in the utmost diligence, enabled them to make a half
circuit around the rock, and to reach a point that was exactly
opposite to the original direction of their flight. To most of the
fugitives their situation was as entirely unknown as is that of a ship
in the middle of the ocean to the uninstructed voyager: but the old
man proceeded at every turn, and through every bottom, with a decision
that inspired his followers with confidence, as it spoke favourably of
his own knowledge of the localities. His hound, stopping now and then
to catch the expression of his eye, had preceded the trapper
throughout the whole distance, with as much certainty as though a
previous and intelligible communion between them had established the
route by which they were to proceed. But, at the expiration of the
time just named, the dog suddenly came to a stand, and then seating
himself on the prairie, he snuffed the air a moment, and began a low
and piteous whining.
"Ay--pup--ay. I know the spot--I know the spot, and reason there is to
remember it well!" said the old man, stopping by the side of his
uneasy associate, until those who followed had time to come up. "Now,
yonder, is a thicket before us," he continued, pointing forward,
"where we may lie till tall trees grow on these naked fields, afore
any of the squatter's kin will venture to molest us."
"This is the spot, where the body of the dead man lay!" cried
Middleton, examining the place with an eye that revolted at the
recollection.
"The very same. But whether his friends have put him in the bosom of
the ground or not, remains to be seen. The hound knows the scent, but
seems to be a little at a loss, too. It is therefore necessary that
you advance, friend bee-hunter, to examine, while I tarry to keep the
dogs from complaining in too loud a voice."
"I!" exclaimed Paul, thrusting his hand into his shaggy locks, like
one who thought it prudent to hesitate before he undertook so
formidable an adventure; "now, heark'ee, old trapper; I've stood in my
thinnest cottons in the midst of many a swarm that has lost its queen-
bee, without winking, and let me tell you, the man who can do that, is
not likely to fear any living son of skirting Ishmael; but as to
meddling with dead men's bones, why it is neither my calling nor my
inclination; so, after thanking you for the favour of your choice, as
they say, when they make a man a corporal in Kentucky, I decline
serving."
The old man turned a disappointed look towards Middleton, who was too
much occupied in solacing Inez to observe his embarrassment, which
was, however, suddenly relieved from a quarter, whence, from previous
circumstances, there was little reason to expect such a demonstration
of fortitude.
Doctor Battius had rendered himself a little remarkable throughout the
whole of the preceding retreat, for the exceeding diligence with which
he had laboured to effect that desirable object. So very conspicuous
was his zeal, indeed, as to have entirely gotten the better of all his
ordinary predilections. The worthy naturalist belonged to that species
of discoverers, who make the worst possible travelling companions to a
man who has reason to be in a hurry. No stone, no bush, no plant is
ever suffered to escape the examination of their vigilant eyes, and
thunder may mutter, and rain fall, without disturbing the abstraction
of their reveries. Not so, however, with the disciple of Linnaeus,
during the momentous period that it remained a mooted point at the
tribunal of his better judgment, whether the stout descendants of the
squatter were not likely to dispute his right to traverse the prairie
in freedom. The highest blooded and best trained hound, with his game
in view, could not have run with an eye more riveted than that with
which the Doctor had pursued his curvilinear course. It was perhaps
lucky for his fortitude that he was ignorant of the artifice of the
trapper in leading them around the citadel of Ishmael, and that he had
imbibed the soothing impression that every inch of prairie he
traversed was just so much added to the distance between his own
person and the detested rock. Notwithstanding the momentary shock he
certainly experienced, when he discovered this error, he now boldly
volunteered to enter the thicket in which there was some reason to
believe the body of the murdered Asa still lay. Perhaps the naturalist
was urged to show his spirit, on this occasion, by some secret
consciousness that his excessive industry in the retreat might be
liable to misconstruction; and it is certain that, whatever might be
his peculiar notions of danger from the quick, his habits and his
knowledge had placed him far above the apprehension of suffering harm
from any communication with the dead.
"If there is any service to be performed, which requires the perfect
command of the nervous system," said the man of science, with a look
that was slightly blustering, "you have only to give a direction to
his intellectual faculties, and here stands one on whose physical
powers you may depend."
"The man is given to speak in parables," muttered the single-minded
trapper; "but I conclude there is always some meaning hidden in his
words, though it is as hard to find sense in his speeches, as to
discover three eagles on the same tree. It will be wise, friend, to
make a cover, lest the sons of the squatter should be out skirting on
our trail, and, as you well know, there is some reason to fear yonder
thicket contains a sight that may horrify a woman's mind. Are you man
enough to look death in the face; or shall I run the risk of the
hounds raising an outcry, and go in myself? You see the pup is willing
to run with an open mouth, already."
"Am I man enough! Venerable trapper, our communications have a recent
origin, or thy interrogatory might have a tendency to embroil us in
angry disputation. Am I man enough! I claim to be of the class,
mammalia; order, primates; genus, homo! Such are my physical
attributes; of my moral properties, let posterity speak; it becomes me
to be mute."
"Physic may do for such as relish it; to my taste and judgment it is
neither palatable nor healthy; but morals never did harm to any living
mortal, be it that he was a sojourner in the forest, or a dweller in
the midst of glazed windows and smoking chimneys. It is only a few
hard words that divide us, friend; for I am of an opinion that, with
use and freedom, we should come to understand one another, and mainly
settle down into the same judgments of mankind, and of the ways of
world. Quiet, Hector, quiet; what ruffles your temper, pup; is it not
used to the scent of human blood?"
The Doctor bestowed a gracious but commiserating smile on the
philosopher of nature, as he retrograded a step or two from the place
whither he had been impelled by his excess of spirit, in order to
reply with less expenditure of breath, and with a greater freedom of
air and attitude.
"A homo is certainly a homo," he said, stretching forth an arm in an
argumentative manner; "so far as the animal functions extend, there
are the connecting links of harmony, order, conformity, and design,
between the whole genus; but there the resemblance ends. Man may be
degraded to the very margin of the line which separates him from the
brute, by ignorance; or he may be elevated to a communion with the
great Master-spirit of all, by knowledge; nay, I know not, if time and
opportunity were given him, but he might become the master of all
learning, and consequently equal to the great moving principle."
The old man, who stood leaning on his rifle in a thoughtful attitude,
shook his head, as he answered with a native steadiness, that entirely
eclipsed the imposing air which his antagonist had seen fit to
assume--
"This is neither more nor less than mortal wickedness! Here have I
been a dweller on the earth for four-score and six changes of the
seasons, and all that time have I look'd at the growing and the dying
trees, and yet do I not know the reasons why the bud starts under the
summer sun, or the leaf falls when it is pinch'd by the frosts. Your
l'arning, though it is man's boast, is folly in the eyes of Him, who
sits in the clouds, and looks down, in sorrow, at the pride and vanity
of his creatur's. Many is the hour that I've passed, lying in the
shades of the woods, or stretch'd upon the hills of these open fields,
looking up into the blue skies, where I could fancy the Great One had
taken his stand, and was solemnising on the waywardness of man and
brute, below, as I myself had often look'd at the ants tumbling over
each other in their eagerness, though in a way and a fashion more
suited to His mightiness and power. Knowledge! It is his plaything.
Say, you who think it so easy to climb into the judgment-seat above,
can you tell me any thing of the beginning and the end? Nay, you're a
dealer in ailings and cures: what is life, and what is death? Why does
the eagle live so long, and why is the time of the butterfly so short?
Tell me a simpler thing: why is this hound so uneasy, while you, who
have passed your days in looking into books, can see no reason to be
disturbed?"
The Doctor, who had been a little astounded by the dignity and energy
of the old man, drew a long breath, like a sullen wrestler who is just
released from the throttling grasp of his antagonist, and seized on
the opportunity of the pause to reply--
"It is his instinct."
"And what is the gift of instinct?"
"An inferior gradation of reason. A sort of mysterious combination of
thought and matter."
"And what is that which you call thought?"
"Venerable venator, this is a method of reasoning which sets at nought
the uses of definitions, and such as I do assure you is not at all
tolerated in the schools."
"Then is there more cunning in your schools than I had thought, for it
is a certain method of showing them their vanity," returned the
trapper, suddenly abandoning a discussion, from which the naturalist
was just beginning to anticipate great delight, by turning to his dog,
whose restlessness he attempted to appease by playing with his ears.
"This is foolish, Hector; more like an untrained pup than a sensible
hound; one who has got his education by hard experience, and not by
nosing over the trails of other dogs, as a boy in the settlements
follows on the track of his masters, be it right or be it wrong. Well,
friend; you who can do so much, are you equal to looking into the
thicket? or must I go in myself?"
The Doctor again assumed his air of resolution, and, without further
parlance, proceeded to do as desired. The dogs were so far restrained,
by the remonstrances of the old man, as to confine their noise to low
but often-repeated whinings. When they saw the naturalist advance, the
pup, however, broke through all restraint, and made a swift circuit
around his person, scenting the earth as he proceeded, and then,
returning to his companion, he howled aloud.
"The squatter and his brood have left a strong scent on the earth,"
said the old man, watching as he spoke for some signal from his
learned pioneer to follow; "I hope yonder school-bred man knows enough
to remember the errand on which I have sent him."
Doctor Battius had already disappeared in the bushes and the trapper
was beginning to betray additional evidences of impatience, when the
person of the former was seen retiring from the thicket backwards,
with his face fastened on the place he had just left, as if his look
was bound in the thraldom of some charm.
"Here is something skeery, by the wildness of the creatur's
countenance!" exclaimed the old man relinquishing his hold of Hector,
and moving stoutly to the side of the totally unconscious naturalist.
"How is it, friend; have you found a new leaf in your book of wisdom?"
"It is a basilisk!" muttered the Doctor, whose altered visage betrayed
the utter confusion which beset his faculties. "An animal of the
order, serpens. I had thought its attributes were fabulous, but mighty
nature is equal to all that man can imagine!"
"What is't? what is't? The snakes of the prairies are harmless, unless
it be now and then an angered rattler and he always gives you notice
with his tail, afore he works his mischief with his fangs. Lord, Lord,
what a humbling thing is fear! Here is one who in common delivers
words too big for a humble mouth to hold, so much beside himself, that
his voice is as shrill as the whistle of the whip-poor-will! Courage!
--what is it, man?--what is it?"
"A prodigy! a lusus naturae! a monster, that nature has delighted to
form, in order to exhibit her power! Never before have I witnessed
such an utter confusion in her laws, or a specimen that so completely
bids defiance to the distinctions of class and genera. Let me record
its appearance," fumbling for his tablets with hands that trembled too
much to perform their office, "while time and opportunity are allowed
--eyes, enthralling; colour, various, complex, and profound--"
"One would think the man was craz'd, with his enthralling looks and
pieball'd colours!" interrupted the discontented trapper, who began to
grow a little uneasy that his party was all this time neglecting to
seek the protection of some cover. "If there is a reptile in the
brush, show me the creatur', and should it refuse to depart peaceably,
why there must be a quarrel for the possession of the place."
"There!" said the Doctor, pointing into a dense mass of the thicket,
to a spot within fifty feet of that where they both stood. The trapper
turned his look, with perfect composure, in the required direction,
but the instant his practised glance met the object which had so
utterly upset the philosophy of the naturalist, he gave a start
himself, threw his rifle rapidly forward, and as instantly recovered
it, as if a second flash of thought convinced him he was wrong.
Neither the instinctive movement, nor the sudden recollection, was
without a sufficient object. At the very margin of the thicket, and in
absolute contact with the earth, lay an animate ball, that might
easily, by the singularity and fierceness of its aspect, have
justified the disturbed condition of the naturalist's mind. It were
difficult to describe the shape or colours of this extraordinary
substance, except to say, in general terms, that it was nearly
spherical, and exhibited all the hues of the rainbow, intermingled
without reference to harmony, and without any very ostensible design.
The predominant hues were a black and a bright vermilion. With these,
however, the several tints of white, yellow, and crimson, were
strangely and wildly blended. Had this been all, it would have been
difficult to have pronounced that the object was possessed of life,
for it lay motionless as any stone; but a pair of dark, glaring, and
moving eyeballs which watched with jealousy the smallest movement of
the trapper and his companion, sufficiently established the important
fact of its possessing vitality.
"Your reptile is a scouter, or I'm no judge of Indian paints and
Indian deviltries!" muttered the old man, dropping the butt of his
weapon to the ground, and gazing with a steady eye at the frightful
object, as he leaned on its barrel, in an attitude of great composure.
"He wants to face us out of sight and reason, and make us think the
head of a red-skin is a stone covered with the autumn leaf; or he has
some other devilish artifice in his mind!"
"Is the animal human?" demanded the Doctor, "of the genus homo? I had
fancied it a non-descript."
"It's as human, and as mortal too, as a warrior of these prairies is
ever known to be. I have seen the time when a red-skin would have
shown a foolish daring to peep out of his ambushment in that fashion
on a hunter I could name, but who is too old now, and too near his
time, to be any thing better than a miserable trapper. It will be well
to speak to the imp, and to let him know he deals with men whose
beards are grown. Come forth from your cover, friend," he continued,
in the language of the extensive tribes of the Dahcotahs; "there is
room on the prairie for another warrior."
The eyes appeared to glare more fiercely than ever, but the mass
which, according to the trapper's opinion, was neither more nor less
than a human head, shorn, as usual among the warriors of the west, of
its hair, still continued without motion, or any other sign of life.
"It is a mistake!" exclaimed the doctor. "The animal is not even of
the class, mammalia, much less a man."
"So much for your knowledge!" returned the trapper, laughing with
great exultation. "So much for the l'arning of one who has look'd into
so many books, that his eyes are not able to tell a moose from a wild-
cat! Now my Hector, here, is a dog of education after his fashion,
and, though the meanest primmer in the settlements would puzzle his
information, you could not cheat the hound in a matter like this. As
you think the object no man, you shall see his whole formation, and
then let an ignorant old trapper, who never willingly pass'd a day
within reach of a spelling-book in his life, know by what name to call
it. Mind, I mean no violence; but just to start the devil from his
ambushment."
The trapper very deliberately examined the priming of his rifle,
taking care to make as great a parade as possible of his hostile
intentions, in going through the necessary evolutions with the weapon.
When he thought the stranger began to apprehend some danger, he very
deliberately presented the piece, and called aloud--
"Now, friend, I am all for peace, or all for war, as you may say. No!
well it is no man, as the wiser one, here, says, and there can be no
harm in just firing into a bunch of leaves."
The muzzle of the rifle fell as he concluded, and the weapon was
gradually settling into a steady, and what would easily have proved a
fatal aim, when a tall Indian sprang from beneath that bed of leaves
and brush, which he had collected about his person at the approach of
the party, and stood upright, uttering the exclamation--
"Wagh!"