by J. B. Jones
CHAPTER VI.
A hunt--A deer taken--The hounds--Joe makes a horrid discovery--Sneak--The exhumation.
"It beats all the dreams I ever heard," said Joe, feeling his rightshoulder with his left hand..
"Why do you feel your shoulder, Joe?" asked Glenn, smiling, as herecollected the many times his man had suffered by the rebound of hismusket, and diverted at the grave and thoughtful expression of hisfeatures.
"It _was_ a dream, wasn't it?" asked Joe, with simplicity, stillexamining his shoulder.
"But you know there was no lead in the gun, and it could not reboundwith much violence," said Glenn.
"I'll soon see all about it," exclaimed Joe, springing up and runningto his gun. After a careful examination he returned to his stoolbeside the fire, and sat some minutes, with the musket lying acrosshis knees, and his chin in his hand, plunged in profound meditation onthe imaginary incidents which had just been related to him. Had thedream been an ordinary one, and he not an actor in it, it might havepassed swiftly from his memory; but inasmuch as the conduct imputed tohim was so natural, and the expressions he was made to utter socharacteristic, he could not but regard it as a vision far moresignificant and important than a mere freak of the brain during amoment of slumber.
"What are you studying about?" interrogated Glenn.
"I can't understand it," replied Joe, shaking his head.
"Neither can the most renowned philosopher," said Glenn; "but you cantell whether your musket has been discharged."
"It hasn't been fired," said Joe. "But what distresses me is, thatthere should be only a charge of powder in it, just as you stated, andwhen I drew out the shot you were fast asleep. You must have heard mesay I intended to do it."
"Not that I remember," said Glenn.
"Then there must be a wizard about, sure enough," said Joe, and hecrossed himself.
"Suppose we take our guns and walk out in the direction mentioned?"said Glenn; "I feel the want of exercise after my sleep, and have somecuriosity to test the accuracy of my dream by comparing the thingsdescribed with the real objects on the island."
"Not for the world!" cried Joe, lifting both hands imploringly; "but Iwill gladly go anywhere else, just to see if the bushes are asbeautiful as you thought they were, and if the deer can't run on thesnow-crust as well as the dogs."
"Come on, then--I care not which course we go," said Glenn, taking uphis gun, and leading the way out of the inclosure.
They pursued a westerly course until they reached nearly to the edgeof the prairie, when they paused in the midst of a cluster of hazelbushes, to admire the beauty of the novel scene. The description hadbeen perfect. Even Glenn surveyed the emblazenry of magic "frostwork," around him with some misgivings as to the fallacy of hisvision. Joe stared at his master with a curious and ludicrousexpression.
"I am not dreaming now, Joe," said he, with a smile.
"How do you know?" asked Joe.
"That's well put," said Glenn; "indeed, I am very sure that many of mylively and spirited friends in Philadelphia and New York, could theybut see me, would swear that I have been dreaming every day for thelast three months. However, I have not now the same reverence for thesylvan gods I was so much inclined to worship in my last sleep; and,moreover, I am the first to see the deer this time. Yonder it stands.It is not a buck, though; capture it as soon as you please."
"Where is it?" exclaimed Joe, his superstition vanishing as heanticipated some sport; and, gliding quickly to Glenn's side, hebeheld, under the branches of a low scrubby oak tree, the head andears of a large doe. It was intently watching our pedestrians, andstood motionless in the ambush, on which it vainly relied to obscureit from the eyes of an enemy.
"You must not fire," said Glenn, placing his hand on the shoulder ofJoe. Joe lowered his musket reluctantly, and turning his eyes to hismaster, seemed inclined to relapse into the belief that all was notright and natural in their proceedings.
"Now go to it," said Glenn, gently taking the gun from Joe.
"I'd rather not," said Joe.
"Why? A doe cannot hurt you--it has no horns."
"I don't fear it--I'm only afraid it will run away," said Joe, eagerto secure the prize.
"Try it, at all events; if it should run very fast, I think I shall beable to arrest its career with the gun," said Glenn, who prepared tofire, provided the deer was likely to escape the clutches of Joe.
"Here goes!" cried Joe, leaping through the small bushes towards thecovert. The deer moved not until Joe reached within a few feet of it,when, making a mighty spring, it bounded over the head of itsassailant, and its sharp feet running through the icy surface of thesnow, penetrated so far down, from the force of its weight, that itwas unable to escape. It now lay quite still, with its large blue eyesturned imploringly to its foe. Joe seized it by the hind feet, andexultingly exclaimed that the prize was safely his own. The tremblingand unresisting animal appeared to be as perfectly submissive as asheep in the hands of the shearer.
"You have it, sure enough!" said Glenn, coming up and viewing thescene with interest.
"Lash me if I haven't!" said Joe, much excited. "Have you got any sortof a string about you?"
"No."
"Please cut down a hickory withe, and peel the bark off for me, whileI hold its legs."
Glenn drew out his hunting knife, but paused when in the act ofexecuting his man's request, and turning, with a smile playing uponhis lip, said--
"Perhaps, Joe, this is but another dream; and if so, it is folly togive ourselves any unnecessary trouble."
"Lash me if it ain't reality!" replied Joe, as the deer at lengthbegan to struggle violently.
Extricating its feet from his grasp, the doe bestowed a well directedkick on its foe's head, which tumbled him over on his back. The animalthen sprang up, but aware there was no chance of escape by running,faced about and plied its bony head so furiously against Joe's breastand sides that he was forced to scamper away with all possibleexpedition.
"Has it bruised you, Joe? If so, this is certainly no dream," remarkedGlenn.
"Oh, goodness! I'm battered almost to a jelly. I'll take my oaththere's no dreaming about this. Let me go after Ringwood and Jowler."
"It would be too cruel to let the hounds tear the poor thing," saidGlenn; "but after you have bound its feet together, you may bring outone of the horses and a sled, and convey it home unhurt."
"The horses can't go in this deep snow," said Joe.
"True, I forgot that. Take your musket and shoot it," said Glenn,turning away, not wishing to witness the death of the deer.
"I'd rather take him prisoner," said Joe, lowering his musket aftertaking a long aim. "I can drag it on the sled myself."
"Then go for it," said Glenn; "and you may bring the hounds along; Iwill exercise them a little after that fox which keeps such achattering in the next grove. But first let us secure the deer."
Joe charged upon the doe once more, and when it aimed another blow athim, he threw himself under its body, and the animal falling over onits side, the combined efforts of the men sufficed to bind its feet.Joe then went to the house for the hounds and the sled, and Glennleant against the oak, awaiting his return. It was not long before thehounds arrived, which was soon succeeded by the approach of Joe withthe sled. Ringwood and Jowler evinced palpable signs of delight onbeholding the bound captive, but their training was so perfect thatthey showed no disposition to molest it without the orders of theirmaster. One word from Glenn, and the deer would have been instantlytorn in pieces; but it was exempt from danger as long as that word waswithheld.
Joe soon came up, and in a very few minutes the doe was laid upon thesled. When he was in the act of starting homewards with his novelburden, the hounds, contrary to their usual practice, refused toaccompany Glenn to the thicket north of their position, where the foxwas still heard, and strangely seemed inclined to run in a contrarydirection. And what was equally remarkable, while snuffing the airtowards the south, they gave utterance to
repeated fierce growls. Joewas utterly astonished, and Glenn was fast losing the equanimity ofhis temper.
"There's something more than common down there; see how Ringwoodbristles up on the back," said Joe.
"Run there with the hounds, and see what it is," said Glenn.
"And I'll take my musket, too," said Joe, striding in the directionindicated, with the hounds at his heels and his musket on hisshoulder.
When he reached a narrow rivulet about one hundred paces distant, thatgradually widened and deepened until it formed the valley in which theferry-house was situated a half mile below, he paused and suffered thehounds to lead the way. They ran a short distance up the ravine andhalted at the edge of a small thicket, and commenced barking veryfiercely as they scented the air under the bushes.
"I'll bet it's another bear," said Joe, putting a fresh priming in thepan of his musket, and proceeding after the hounds. "If it is a bear,ought I to fool with him by myself?" said he, pausing at the edge ofthe thicket. "I might get my other ear boxed," he continued, "and it'snot such a pleasant thing to be knocked down by the heavy fist of abig black bear. If I don't trouble him, he'll be sure to let me alone.What if I call the dogs off, and go back? But what tale can Imanufacture to tell Mr. Glenn? Pshaw! What should I fear, with such amusket as this in my hand? I can't help it. I really believe I _am_ alittle touched with cowardice! I'm sorry for it, but I can't help it.It was born with me, and it's not my fault. Confound it! I _will_screw up courage enough to see what it is, anyhow." Saying this, hestrode forward desperately, and urging the hounds onward, followedclosely in the rear in a stooping posture, under the hazel bushes.
In a very few moments Joe reached the head of the ravine, but to hisastonishment and no little satisfaction, he beheld nothing but ashelving rock, from under which a spring of clear smoking waterflowed, and a large bank of snow which had drifted around it, butthrough which the gurgling stream had forced its way. Yet the mysterywas not solved. Ringwood and Jowler continued to growl and yelp stillmore furiously, running round the embankment of snow repeatedly, andever and anon snuffing its icy surface.
"Whip me if I can figure out this," said Joe; "what in the world dothe dogs keep sticking their noses in that snow for? There can't be abear in it, surely. I've a notion to shoot into it. No I won't. I'lldo this, though," and drawing out his long knife he thrust it up tothe handle in the place which seemed the most to attract the hounds.
"Freeze me if it hasn't gone into something besides the snow!"exclaimed he, conscious that the steel had penetrated some firmsubstance below the frozen snow-crust. "What the deuce is it?" hecontinued, pulling out the knife and examining it. "Ha! blood, byjingo!" he cried, springing up; "but it can't be a living bear, or itwould have moved; and if it had moved, the stab would have killed it.I _won't_ be afraid!" said he, again plunging his knife into it, "Itdon't move yet--it must be dead--why, it's frozen. Pshaw! any thingwould freeze here, in less than an hour. I'll soon see what it is."Saying this, he knelt down on the embankment, and commenced diggingthe snow away with all his might. The dogs crouched down beside him,growling and whining alternately, and otherwise exhibiting symptoms ofrestlessness and distress.
"Be still, poor Ringwood, I'm coming to him; I see something dark, butthere's no hair on it. Ugh! hallo! Oh goodness! St. Peter! Ugh! ugh!ugh!" cried he, springing up, his face as pale as the snow, his hairstanding upright, his chin fallen, and his eyes almost straining outof their sockets. Without taking his gun, or putting on his hat, heran through the bushes like a frightened antelope, leaping overditches like a fox-chaser, tearing through opposing grape vines, andnot pausing until his course was suddenly arrested by Glenn, whoseized him by the skirt of the coat, and hurled him on his back besidethe sled on which the deer was bound.
"What is the matter?" demanded Glenn.
Joe panted painfully, and was unable to answer.
"What ails you, I say?" repeated Glenn in a loud voice.
"Peter"--panted Joe.
"Do you mean the pony?"
"St. Peter!" ejaculated Joe.
"Well, what of St. Peter?"
"Oh, let me be off!" cried he, endeavouring to scramble to his feet.But he was most effectually prevented. For no sooner had he turnedover on his hands and knees, than Glenn leaped astride of him.
"Now, if you _will_ go, you shall carry me on your back, and I willpelt the secret out of you with my heels, as we travel!"
"Just let me get in the house and fasten the door, and I will tell youevery word," said Joe imploringly.
"Tell me now, or you shall remain in the snow all day long!" saidGlenn, with a hand grasping each side of Joe's neck.
"Oh, what shall I do? I can't speak!" yelled Joe, trying outright, thelarge tear-drops falling from his nose and chin.
"You have not lost your voice, I should say, at all events," impliedGlenn, somewhat touched with pity at his man's unequivocal distress,though he could scarce restrain his laughter when he viewed hisgrotesque posture. "What has become of your musket and hat?" he added.
"I left them both there," said Joe, gradually becoming composed underthe weight of his master.
"Where?" asked Glenn.
"At the cave-spring."
"Well, what made you leave them there?"
"Just get off my back and I'll tell you. I'm getting over it now; I'mgoing to be mad instead of frightened," said Joe, with real composure.
"Get up, then; but I won't trust you yet. You must still suffer me tohold your collar," said Glenn.
"If you go to the cave-spring you will see a sight!"
"What kind of a sight?"
"Such a sight as I never dreamed of before!"
"Then it has been nothing but a dream _this time_, after all yourfoolery?"
"No, I'll be shot if there was any dreaming about it," replied Joe;and he related every thing up to the horrid discovery which caused himto retreat so precipitately, and then paused, as if dreading to revertto the subject.
"What did you find there? Was it any thing that could injure you?"
"No," said Joe, shaking his head solemnly.
"Why did you run, then?" demanded Glenn, impatiently.
"The truth is, I don't know myself, now I reflect about it. But I'drather not tell what I saw just yet. I was pretty considerablyalarmed, wasn't I?"
"Ridiculous! I will not be trifled with in this manner Tell meinstantly what you saw!" said Glenn, his vexation and anger overcominghis usual indulgent nature.
"I'll tell you now--it was a--Didn't you see them bushes move?" askedJoe, staring wildly at a clump of sumach bushes a few paces distant.
"What was it you saw at the cave-spring!" shouted Glenn, his faceturning red.
"I--I"--responded Joe, his eyes still fixed on the bushes. "It wasa--Ugh!"--cried he, starting, as he beheld the little thicket open,and a tall man rise up, holding in his hand a bunch of dead muskrats.
"Dod speak on--I want to hear what it was--I've been laying here allthis time waiting to know what great thing it was that skeered you somuch. I never laughed so in all my life as I did when he gota-straddle of you. I was coming up to the sled, when I saw youstreaking it through the vines and briers, and then I squatted downawhile to see what would turn up next."
"Ha! ha! ha! is it you, Sneak? I thought you was an Indian! Come on,I'll tell now. _It was a man's moccasin_!" said Joe, in a low,mysterious tone.
"And you ran in that manner from an old moccasin!" said Glenn,reproachfully.
"But there was a _foot_ in it!" continued Joe.
"A _he_ man's foot?" inquired Sneak, quickly turning to Joe.
"How could I tell whether it was a he man's foot, or a female woman's,as you call them?" replied Joe.
"Are you sure it was a human being's foot?" demanded Glenn.
"Well, I never saw any other animal but a man wear a buckskinmoccasin!" replied Joe.
"An Irishman can't tell any thing right, nohow you can fix it," saidSneak.
"They can't tell how you make wooden nutme
gs," retorted Joe.
"Come," said Glenn, "we will go and examine for ourselves."
The party set off in a brisk walk, and soon reached the scene of Joe'salarm. Sure enough, there was the moccasin, and a man's foot in it!
"It's somebody, after all," said Sneak, giving the frozen foot a kick.
"Ain't you ashamed to do that?" said Joe, knitting his brows.
"He's nothing more than a stone, now. Why didn't he holler when youstuck your knife into him?" replied Sneak.
"Dig him up, that we may see who he is," said Glenn.
"I'd rather not touch him," said Joe.
"You're a fool!" said Sneak. "Stand off, and let me at him--I'll soonsee who he is." Sneak threw down his maskrats, and with his spear andknife soon extricated the body, which he handled as unceremoniously ashe would have done a log of wood. "Dod rot your skin!" he exclaimed,when he brushed the snow from the man's face. He then threw down thebody with great violence.
"Oh don't!" cried Joe, while the cold chills ran up his back.
"Who is it?" asked Glenn.
"It's that copper-snake, traitor, skunk, water-dog, lizard-hawk,horned frog--"
"Who do you mean?" interrupted Glenn.
"_Posin_, the maliverous rascal who collogued with the Injins tomurder us all! I'm glad he got his dose--and if he was alive now, I'dmake him swaller at least two foot of my spear," said Sneak.
"'Twas me--I killed him--look at the buck-shot holes in his back!"exclaimed Joe, now recovering from his excitement and affright.
"Yes, and you're a nice chap, ain't you, to run like flugins from adead man that you killed yourself!" said Sneak.
"How did I know that I killed him?" retorted Joe.
"Any fool might know he was dead," replied Sneak.
"I'll pay you for this, some of these times," said Joe.
"How shall we bury him?" asked Glenn.
"That can be done real easy," said Sneak, taking hold of the deadman's leg and dragging him along on the snow like a sled.
"What are you going to do with him?" demanded Glenn.
"I'm a going to cut a hole in the ice on the river, and push himunder," said Sneak.
"You shall do no such thing!" said Glenn, firmly; "he must be buriedin the earth."
"Just as you say," said Sneak, submissively, throwing down the leg.
"Run home and bring the spades, Joe," said Glenn, "and call for theferrymen to assist us."
"And I'll take the sled along and leave it in the yard," said Joe,starting in the direction of the deer and calling the hounds afterhim.
"Let the hounds remain," said Glenn. "I am resolved to have myfox-hunt." Joe soon disappeared.
"If you want to hunt, you can go on; Roughgrove and me will bury thisrobber," said Sneak.
"Be it so," said Glenn; "but remember that you are not to put him inthe river, nor must you commit any indecent outrage upon his person.Let his body return to the earth--his soul is already in the hands ofHim who created it."
"That's as true as gospel," said Sneak; "and I would rather be frozein this snow than to have his hot berth in the t'other world. I don'tfeel a bit mad at him now--he's paying for his black dagiverousconduct hard enough by this time, I'll be bound. I say, Mr. Glenn,it'll be rather late when we get through with this job--will there beany vacant room at your fireside to-night?"
"Certainly, and something to eat--you will be welcome, provided youdon't quarrel too much with Joe," replied Glenn.
"Oh, Joe and me understand each other--the more we quarrel the more welove one another. We'll never fight--do you mind that--for he's acoward for one thing, and I won't corner him too close, because he'sbroad-shouldered enough to _lick me_, if he was to take it into hishead to fight."
Glenn called the hounds after him and set out in quest of the fox, andSneak turned to the dead body and mused in silence.
