The Leatherstocking Tales II

by James Fenimore Cooper

  “Harkee, Deerslayer, you know what the hunters, and trappers, and peltry-men in general be, and their best friends will not deny that they are head-strong and given to having their own way without much bethinking ’em of other people’s rights, or feelin’s, and yet I don’t think the man is to be found, in all this region, who would harm Hetty Hutter, if he could; no, not even a red skin.”

  “Therein, fri’nd Hurry, you do the Delawares at least, and all their allied tribes only justice, for a red skin looks upon a being thus struck by God’s power, as especially under his care. I rejoice to hear what you say, howsever, I rejoice to hear it, but as the sun is beginning to turn towards the a’ternoon’s sky, had we not better strike the trail ag’in, and make forward that we may get an opportunity of seeing these wonderful sisters.”

  Harry March giving a cheerful assent, the remnants of the meal were soon collected; then the travellers shouldered their packs, resumed their arms, and quitting the little area of light, they again plunged into the deep shadows of the forest.

  Chapter II

  “Thou’rt passing from the lake’s green side,

  And the hunter’s hearth away;

  For the time of flowers, for the summer’s pride,

  Daughter! Thou canst not stay.”

  —Mrs. Hemans, “Edith. A Tale of the Woods,” ll. 191–94.

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  OUR TWO ADVENTURERS had not far to go. Hurry knew the direction, as soon as he had found the open spot and the spring, and he now led on with the confident step of a man assured of his object. The forest was dark, as a matter of course, but it was no longer obstructed by under brush, and the footing was firm and dry. After proceeding near a mile, March stopped, and began to cast about him with an inquiring look, examining the different objects with care, and occasionally turning his eyes on the trunks of the fallen trees, with which the ground was well sprinkled, as is usually the case in an American wood, especially in those parts of the country where timber has not yet become valuable.

  “This must be the place, Deerslayer,” March at length observed—“Here is a beech by the side of a hemlock, with three pines at hand, and yonder is a white birch with a broken top; and yet I see no rock, nor any of the branches bent down, as I told you would be the case.”

  “Broken branches are onskilful land-marks, as the least exper’enced know that branches don’t often break of themselves,” returned the other, “and they also lead to suspicion and discoveries. The Delawares never trust to broken branches, unless it is in friendly times, and on an open trail. As for the beeches, and pines, and hemlocks, why, they are to be seen on all sides of us, not only by two and threes, but by forties, and fifties and hundreds.”

  “Very true, Deerslayer, but you never calcilate on positions?—Here is a beech and a hemlock—”

  “Yes, and there is another beech and a hemlock, as loving as two brothers, or, for that matter, more loving than some brothers; and yonder are others, for neither tree is a rarity in these woods. I fear me, Hurry, you are better at trapping beaver and shooting bears, than at leading on a blindish sort of a trail—ha! There’s what you wish to find, a’ter all!”

  “Now, Deerslayer, this is one of your Delaware pretensions, for, hang me if I see any thing but these trees, which do seem to start up around us, in a most onaccountable and perplexing manner.”

  “Look this-a-way, Hurry—here in a line with the black oak—don’t you see the crooked sapling that is hooked up in the branches of the bass-wood, near it?—now, that sapling was once snow-ridden and got the bend by its weight, but it never straightened itself, and fastened itself in among the bass-wood branches, in the way you see. The hand of man did that act of kindness for it.”

  “That hand was mine!” exclaimed Hurry. “I found the slender young thing bent to the airth, like an unfortunate creatur’ borne down by misfortune, and stuck it up where you see it. After all, Deerslayer, I must allow you’re getting to have an oncommon good eye for the woods!”

  “’Tis improving, Hurry—’tis improving, I will acknowledge, but ’tis still only a child’s eye compared to some I know. There’s Tamenund, now, though a man so old, that few remember when he was in his prime, Tamenund lets nothing escape his look, which is more like the scent of a hound, than the sight of an eye. Then Uncas,4 the father of Chingachgook, and the lawful chief of the Mohicans, is another that it is almost hopeless to pass unseen. I’m improving, I will allow; I’m improving but far from being parfect, as yet.”

  “And who is this Chingachgook, of whom you talk so much, Deerslayer?” asked Hurry, as he moved off in the direction of the righted sapling—“a loping red skin, at the best, I make no question.”

  “Not so, Hurry, but the best of loping red-skins, as you call ’em. If he had his rights, he would be a great chief; but, as it is, he is only a brave and just minded Delaware; respected, and even obeyed in some things ’tis true, but of a fallen race, and belonging to a fallen people. Ah! Harry March, ’twould warm the heart within you, to sit in their lodges of a winter’s night, and listen to the traditions of the ancient greatness and power of the Mohicans!”

  “Harkee, fri’nd Nathaniel,” said Hurry, stopping short to face his companion, in order that his words might carry greater weight with them, “if a man believed all that other people choose to say in their own favor, he might get an oversized opinion of them, and an undersized opinion of himself. These red-skins are notable boasters, and I set down more than half of their traditions, as pure talk.”

  “There is truth in what you say, Hurry; I’ll not deny it, for I’ve seen it, and believe it. They do boast, but then that is a gift from natur’, and it’s sinful to withstand nat’ral gifts. See; this is the spot you come to find.”

  This remark cut short the discourse, and both the men now gave all their attention to the object immediately before them. Deerslayer pointed out to his companion the trunk of a huge linden, or bass-wood, as it is termed in the language of the country, which had filled its time, and fallen by its own weight. This tree, like so many millions of its brethren, lay where it had fallen, and was mouldering under the slow but certain influence of the seasons. The decay, however, had attacked its centre, even while it stood erect, in the pride of vegetation, hollowing out its heart, as disease sometimes destroys the vitals of animal life, even while a fair exterior is presented to the observer. As the trunk lay stretched for near a hundred feet along the earth, the quick eye of the hunter detected this peculiarity, and, from this, and other circumstances, he knew it to be the tree of which March was in search.

  “Ay, here we have what we want,” cried Hurry, looking in at the larger end of the linden; “every thing is as snug as if it had been left in an old woman’s cupboard. Come, lend me a hand, Deerslayer, and we’ll be afloat in half an hour.”

  At this call the hunter joined his companion, and the two went to work deliberately and regularly, like men accustomed to the sort of thing in which they were employed. In the first place, Hurry removed some pieces of bark that lay before the large opening in the tree, and which the other declared to be disposed in a way that would have been more likely to attract attention, than to conceal the cover, had any straggler passed that way. The two, then, drew out a bark canoe, containing its seats, paddles, and other appliances, even to fishing lines and rods. This vessel was by no means small, but such was its comparative lightness, and so gigantic was the strength of Hurry, that the latter shouldered it with seeming ease, declining all assistance even in the act of raising it to the awkward position in which he was obliged to hold it.

  “Lead ahead, Deerslayer,” said March, “and open the bushes; the rest I can do for myself.”

  The other obeyed, and the men left the spot, Deerslayer clearing the way for his companion, and inclining to the right, or to the left, as the latter directed. In about ten minutes, they both broke suddenly into the brilliant light of the sun, on a low gravelly point, that was washed by water, on quite half of its outline.


  An exclamation of surprise broke from the lips of Deerslayer, an exclamation that was low and guardedly made, however, for his habits were much more thoughtful and regulated than those of the reckless Hurry, when on reaching the margin of the lake he beheld the view that unexpectedly met his gaze. It was, in truth, sufficiently striking to merit a brief description. On a level with the point lay a broad sheet of water, so placid and limpid, that it resembled a bed of the pure mountain atmosphere, compressed into a setting of hills and woods. Its length was about three leagues, while its breadth was irregular, expanding to half a league, or even more, opposite to the point, and contracting to less than half that distance more to the southward. Of course its margin was irregular, being indented by bays, and broken by many projecting, low, points. At its northern, or nearest end, it was bounded by an isolated mountain, lower land falling off, east and west, gracefully relieving the sweep of the outline. Still the character of the country was mountainous; high hills, or low mountains, rising abruptly from the water, on quite nine tenths of its circuit. The exceptions, indeed, only served a little to vary the scene, and even beyond the parts of the shore that were comparatively low, the back-ground was high, though more distant.

  But the most striking peculiarities of this scene, were its solemn solitude, and sweet repose. On all sides, wherever the eye turned, nothing met it, but the mirror-like surface of the lake, the placid void of heaven, and the dense setting of wood. So rich and fleecy were the outlines of the forest, that scarce an opening could be seen, the whole visible earth, from the rounded mountain-top, to the water’s edge, presenting one unvaried hue of unbroken verdure. As if vegetation were not satisfied with a triumph so complete, the trees overhung the lake, itself, shooting out towards the light, and there were miles along its eastern shore, where a boat might have pulled beneath the branches, of dark, Rembrandt-looking hem-locks, “quivering aspens,” and melancholy pines. In a word, the hand of man had never yet defaced, or deformed any part of this native scene, which lay bathed in the sun-light, a glorious picture of affluent forest grandeur, softened by the balminess of June, and relieved by the beautiful variety afforded by the presence of so broad an expanse of water.

  “This is grand!—’Tis solemn!—’Tis an edication of itself, to look upon!” exclaimed Deerslayer, as he stood leaning on his rifle, and gazing to the right and left, north and south, above and beneath, in whichever direction his eye could wander. “Not a tree disturbed, even by red skin hand, as I can discover, but every thing left in the ordering of the Lord, to live and die according to his own designs and laws! Hurry, your Judith ought to be a moral and well disposed young woman, if she has passed half the time you mention, in the centre of a spot so favored.”

  “That’s a naked truth, and yet the gal has her vagaries. All her time has not been passed here, howsever, old Tom having the custom, afore I know’d him, of going to spend the winters, in the neighborhood of the settlers, or under the guns of the forts. No—no—Jude has caught more than is for her good, from the settlers, and especially from the gallantifying officers.”

  “If she has—if she has, Hurry, this is a school to set her mind right, ag’in. But what is this I see off here, abreast of us, that seems too small for an island, and too large for a boat, though it stands in the midst of the water.”

  “Why that is what these gallanting gentry from the forts, call Muskrat Castle, and old Tom, himself, will grin at the name, though it bears so hard on his own natur’ and character. ’Tis the stationary house, there being two; this which never moves, and the other that floats, being sometimes in one part of the lake, and sometimes in another. The last goes by the name of the Ark, though what may be the meaning of the word, is more than I can tell you.”

  “It must come from the missionaries, Hurry, whom I have heard speak and read of such a thing. They say that the ’arth was once covered with water, and that Noah with his children, was saved from drowning by building a vessel called an Ark, in which he embarked in season. Some of the Delawares believe this tradition, and some deny it; but, it behoves you and me, as white men born, to put our faith in its truth. Do you see any thing of this ark?”

  “Tis down south, no doubt, or anchored in some of the bays. But the canoe is ready, and fifteen minutes will carry two such paddles as your’n and mine, to the castle.”

  At this suggestion, Deerslayer helped his companion to place the different articles in the canoe, which was already afloat. This was no sooner done, than the two frontiermen embarked, and by a vigorous push sent the light bark some eight or ten rods from the shore. Hurry now took the seat in the stern, while Deerslayer placed himself forward, and by leisurely but steady strokes of the paddles, the canoe glided across the placid sheet, towards the extraordinary looking structure, that the former had styled Muskrat Castle. Several times the men ceased paddling, and looked about them at the scene, as new glimpses opened from behind points, enabling them to see farther down the lake, or to get broader views of the wooded mountains. The only changes, however, were in the new forms of the hills, the varying curvature of the bays, and the wider reaches of the valley south, the whole earth apparently being clothed in a gala dress of leaves.

  “This is a sight to warm the heart!” exclaimed Deerslayer, when they had thus stopped for the fourth or fifth time. “The lake seems made to let us get an insight into the noble forests; and land and water, alike, stand in the beauty of God’s Providence! Do you say, Hurry, that there is no man who calls himself lawful owner of all these glories?”

  “None but the King, lad. He may pretend to some right of that natur’, but he is so far away that his claim will never trouble old Tom Hutter, who has got possession, and is like to keep it as long as his life lasts. Tom is no squatter, not being on land, I call him a floater.”

  “I invy that man!—I know it’s wrong, and I strive ag’in the feelin’, but I invy that man! Do’n’t think, Hurry, that I’m consarting any plan to put myself in his moccasins, for such a thought does not harbor in my mind, but I can’t help a little invy. ’Tis a nat’ral feelin’, and the best of us are but nat’ral, a’ter all, and give way to such feelin’s, at times.”

  “You’ve only to marry Hetty to inherit half the estate,” cried Hurry, laughing. “The gal is comely; nay, if it was n’t for her sister’s beauty, she would be even handsome; and then her wits are so small that you may easily convart her into one of your own way of thinking in all things. Do you take Hetty off the old fellow’s hands, and I’ll engage he’ll give you an interest in every deer you can knock over, within five miles of his lake.”

  “Does game abound?” suddenly demanded the other, who paid but little attention to March’s raillery.

  “It has the country to itself. Scarce a trigger is pulled on it, and as for the trappers, this is not a region they greatly frequent. I ought not to be so much here, myself, but Jude pulls one way, while the beaver pulls another. More than a hundred Spanish dollars has that creatur’ cost me, the two last seasons; and yet I could not forego the wish to look upon her face, once more.”

  “Do the red-men often visit this lake, Hurry?” continued Deerslayer, pursuing his own train of thought.

  “Why, they come and go; sometimes in parties, and sometimes singly. The country seems to belong to no native tribe in particular, and so it has fallen into the hands of the Hutter tribe. The old man tells me that some sharp ones have been wheedling the Mohawks for an Indian deed, in order to git a title out of the Colony, but nothing has come of it, seeing that no one heavy enough for such a trade, has yet meddled with the matter. The hunters have a good life lease, still, of this wilderness.”

  “So much the better—so much the better, Hurry. If I was King of England the man that fell one of these trees without good occasion for the timber, should be banished to a desarted and forlorn region, in which no four footed animal ever trod. Right glad am I that Chingachgook app’inted our meeting on this lake, for, hitherto, eye of mine never looked on such a glorious spec
tacle!”

  “That’s because you’ve kept so much among the Delawares, in whose country there are no lakes. Now, further north, and farther west, these bits of water abound, and you’re young, and may yet live to see ’em. But, though there be other lakes, Deerslayer, there’s no other Judith Hutter.”

  At this remark his companion smiled, and then he dropped his paddle into the water, as if, in consideration of a lover’s haste. Both now pulled vigorously until they got within a hundred yards of the “castle,” as Hurry familiarly called the house of Hutter, when they again ceased paddling, the admirer of Judith restraining his impatience the more readily, as he perceived that the building was untenanted, at the moment. This new pause was to enable Deerslayer to survey the singular edifice, which was of a construction so novel as to merit a particular description.

  Muskrat Castle, as the house had been facetiously named by some waggish officer, stood in the open lake, at a distance of fully a quarter of a mile from the nearest shore. On every other side the water extended much farther, the precise position being distant about two miles from the northern end of the sheet, and near, if not quite a mile from its eastern shore. As there was not the smallest appearance of any island, but the house stood on piles with the water flowing beneath it, and Deerslayer had already discovered that the lake was of a great depth, he was fain to ask an explanation of this singular circumstance. Hurry solved the difficulty by telling him that on this spot alone, a long narrow shoal, which extended for a few hundred yards in a north and south direction, rose within six or eight feet of the surface of the lake, and that Hutter had driven piles into it, and placed his habitation on them, for the purpose of security.