"Sir, he hath never fed of the dainties that are bred in a book, he
hath not eaten paper, as it were; he hath not drunk ink: his intellect
is not replenished; he is only an animal--only sensible in the duller
parts."
Love's Labor Lost.
"Here cometh Faith, to bring us tidings of the hamlet," said the husband
of the woman whose character we have so feebly sketched, as he took his
seat in the piazza, at the early hour and in the group already mentioned.
"The Ensign hath been abroad in the hills, throughout the night, with a
chosen party of our people; and perchance she hath been sent with the
substance that they have gathered, concerning the unknown trail."
"The heavy-footed Dudley hath scarce mounted to the dividing ridge, where
report goeth the prints of moccasons were seen," observed a young man, who
in his person bore all the evidences of an active and healthful manhood.
"Of what service is the scouting that faileth of the necessary distance
by the weariness of its leader?"
"If thou believest, boy, that thy young foot is equal to contend with the
sinews of Eben Dudley, there may be occasion to show the magnitude of thy
error, ere the danger of this Indian out-breaking shall pass away. Thou
art too stubborn of will, Mark, to be yet trusted with the leading of
parties that may hold the safety of all who dwell in the Wish-Ton-Wish
within their keeping."
The young man looked displeased; but, fearful that his father might
observe and misinterpret his humor into a personal disrespect, he turned
away, permitting his frowning eye to rest, for an instant, on the timid
and stolen glance of a maiden, whose cheek was glowing like the eastern
sky, as she busied herself with the preparations of the table.
"What welcome news dost bring from the sign of the Whip-poor-Will?"
Content asked of the woman, who had now come within the little gate of his
court. "Hast seen the Ensign, since the party took the hill-paths; or is
it some traveller who hath charged thee with matter for our ears?"
"Eye of man hath not seen the man since he girded himself with the sword
of office," returned Faith, entering the piazza and nodding salutation to
those around her; "and as for strangers, when the clock shall strike noon,
it will be one month to the day that the last of them was housed within my
doors. But I complain not of the want of custom, as the Ensign would never
quit the bar and his gossip, to go into the mountain-lots, so long as
there was one to fill his ears with the marvels of the old countries, or
even to discourse of the home-stirrings of the colonies themselves."
"Thou speakest lightly, Faith, of one who merits thy respect and
thy duty."
The eye of the former studied the meek countenance of her from whom this
reproof came, with an intenseness and a melancholy that showed her
thoughts were on other matters, and then, as it suddenly recalled to what
had passed, she resumed--
"Truly, what with duty to the man as a husband, and respect to him as an
officer of the colony Madam Heathcote, the task is not one of easy
bearing. If the King's representative had given the colors to my brother
Reuben, and left the Dudley with the halberd in his hand, the preferment
would have been ample for one of his qualities, and all the better for the
credit of the settlement."
"The Governor distributed his favor according to the advice of men
competent to distinguish merit," said Content. "Eben was foremost in the
bloody affair among the people of the Plantations, where his manhood was
of good example to all in company. Should he continue as faithful and as
valiant, thou mayest yet live to see thyself the consort of a Captain!"
"Not for glory gained in this night's marching, for yonder cometh the man
with a sound body, and seemingly with the stomach of a Cæsar--ay, and
I'll answer for it, of a regiment too! It is no trifle that will satisfy
his appetite, after one of these--ha! pray Heaven the fellow be not
harmed--truly, he hath our neighbor Ergot in attendance."
"There is other than he too, for one cometh in the rear whose gait and air
are unknown to me--the trail hath been struck, and Dudley leadeth a
captive! A savage, in his paint and cloak of skin, is taken."
This assertion caused all to rise, for the excitement of an apprehended
inroad was still strong in the minds of those secluded people. Not a
syllable more was uttered, until the scout and his companion were
before them.
The quick glance of Faith had scanned the person of her husband, and,
resuming her spirits with the certainty that he was unharmed, she was the
first to greet him with words:
"How now, Ensign Dudley," said the woman, quite possibly vexed that she
had unguardedly betrayed a greater interest in his welfare than she might
always deem prudent. "How now, Ensign, hath the campaign ended with no
better trophy than this?"
"The fellow is not a chief, nor, by his step and dull look, even a
warrior; but he was, nevertheless, a lurker nigh the settlements, and it
was thought prudent to bring him in;" returned the husband, addressing
himself to Content, while he answered the salutation of his wife with a
sufficiently brief nod. "My own scouting hath brought nothing to light,
but my brother Ring hath fallen on the trail of him that is here present,
and it is not a little that we are puzzled in probing, as the good Doctor
Ergot calleth it, into the meaning of his errand."
"Of what tribe may the savage be?"
"There hath been discussion among us, on that matter," returned Dudley,
with an oblique glance of the eye towards the physician. "Some have said
he is a Narragansett, while others think he cometh of a stock still
further east."
"In giving that opinion, I spoke merely of his secondary or acquired
habits," interrupted Ergot; "for, having reference to his original, the
man is assuredly a White."
"A White!" repeated all around him.
"Beyond a cavil; as may be seen by divers particulars in his outward
conformation, viz: in the shape of the head, the muscles of the arms and
of the legs, the air and gait, besides sundry other signs, that are
familiar to men who have made the physical peculiarities of the two races
their study."
"One of which is this!" continued Dudley, throwing up the robe of the
captive, and giving his companions the ocular evidence which had so
satisfactorily removed all his own doubts. "Though the color of the skin
may not be proof positive, like that named by our neighbor Ergot, it is
still something, in helping a man of little learning to make up an opinion
in such a matter."
"Madam!" exclaimed Faith so suddenly as to cause her she addressed to
start--"for the sake of Heaven's mercy! let thy maidens bring soap and
water, that the face of this man may be cleansed of its paint."
"What foolishness is thy brain set upon?" rejoined the Ensign, who had
latterly affected some of that superior gravity which might be supposed to
belong to his official station. "We are not now under the roof of the
Whip-Poor-Will, wife of mine, but in the presence of those who need none
of thy suggestions to give proper forms to an examination of office."
Faith heeded no reproof. Instead of waiting for others to perform that
which she had desired, she applied herself to the task, with a dexterity
that had been acquired by long practice, and a zeal that seemed awakened
by some extraordinary emotion. In a minute, the colors had disappeared
from the features of the captive, and, though deeply tanned by exposure to
an American sun and to sultry winds, his face was unequivocally that of
one who owed his origin to an European ancestry. The movements of the
eager woman were watched with curious interest by all present; and when
the short task was ended, a murmur of surprise broke simultaneously from
every lip.
"There is meaning in this masquerade," observed Content, who had long and
intently studied the dull and ungainly countenance that was exposed to his
scrutiny by the operation. "I have heard of Christian men who have sold
themselves to gain, and who, forgetting religion and the love of their
race--have been known to league with the savage in order to pursue rapine
in the settlements. This wretch hath the subtlety of one of the French of
the Canadas in his eye."
"Away! away!" cried Faith, forcing herself in front of the speaker, and,
by placing her two hands on the shaven crown of the prisoner, forming a
sort of shade to his features. "Away with all folly, about the Frenchers
and wicked leagues! This is no plotting miscreant, but a stricken
innocent! Whittal--my brother Whittal, dost know me?"
The tears rolled down the cheeks of the wayward woman, as she gazed into
the face of her witless relative, whose eye lighted with one of its
occasional gleamings of intelligence, and who indulged in a low, vacant
laugh, ere he answered her earnest interrogatory.
"Some speak like men from over sea," he said, "and some speak like men of
the woods. Is there such a thing as bear's meat, or a mouthful of hommony,
in the wigwam?"
Had the voice of one, long known to be in the grave, broken on the ears
of the family, it would scarcely have produced a deeper sensation, or
have quickened the blood more violently about their hearts, than this
sudden and utterly unexpected discovery of the character of their
captive. Wonder and awe held them mute for a time, and then Ruth was seen
standing before the restored wanderer her hands clasped in the attitude
of petition, her eye contracted and imploring, and her whole person
expressive of the suspense and excitement which had roused her
long-latent emotions to agony.
"Tell me," said a thrilling voice, that might have quickened the intellect
of one even duller than the man addressed, "as thou hast pity in thy
heart, tell me, if my babe yet live?"
"'Tis a good babe," returned the other; and then laughing again, in his
own vacant and unmeaning manner, he bent his eyes with a species of
stupid wonder on Faith, in whose appearance there was far less change,
than in the speaking but wasted countenance of her who stood immediately
before him.
"Give leave, dearest Madam," interposed the sister: "I know the nature of
the boy, and could ever do more with him than any other."
But this request was useless. The system of the mother, in its present
state of excitement, was unequal to further effort. Sinking into the
watchful arms of Content, she was borne away, and, for a minute, the
anxious interest of the handmaidens left none but the men on the piazza.
"Whittal--my old playfellow, Whittal Ring;" said the son of Content,
advancing with a humid eye to take the hand of the prisoner. "Hast
forgotten, man, the companion of thy early days? It is young Mark
Heathcote that speaks."
The other looked up into his countenance, for a moment, with a reviving
recollection; but shaking his head, he drew back in marked displeasure,
muttering loud enough to be heard--
"What a false liar is a Pale-face! Here is one of the tall rogues, wishing
to pass for a loping boy!"
What more he uttered his auditors never knew, for he instantly changed his
language to some dialect of an Indian tribe.
"The mind of the unhappy youth hath even been more blunted, by exposure
and the usages of a savage life, than by Nature," said Content, who with
most of the others had been recalled, by his interest in the examination,
to the scene they had momentarily quitted. "Let the sister deal tenderly
with the lad, and, in Heaven's time, shall we learn the truth."
The deep feeling of the father clothed his words with authority. The
eager group gave place, and something like the solemnity of an official
examination succeeded to the irregular and hurried interrogatories, which
had first broken on the dull intellect of the recovered wanderer.
The dependants took their stations, in a circle around the chair of the
Puritan, by whose side was placed Content, while Faith induced her brother
to be seated on the step of the piazza, in a manner that all might hear.
The attention of the brother, himself, was drawn from the formality of the
arrangement, by placing food in his hands.
"And now, Whittal, I would know," commenced the ready woman, when a
deep silence denoted the attention of the auditors, "I would know, if
thou rememberest the day I clad thee in garments of boughten cloth,
from over sea; and how fond thou wast of being seen among the kine in
colors so gay?"
The young man looked up in her face, as if the tones of her voice gave him
pleasure; but, instead of making any reply, he preferred to munch the
bread with which she had endeavored to lure him back to their ancient
confidence.
"Surely, boy, thou canst not so soon have forgotten the gift I bought,
with the hard earnings of a wheel that turned at night. The tail of
yon peacock is not finer than thou then wast--But I will make thee
such another garment, that thou mayst go with the trainers to their
weekly muster."
The youth dropped the robe of skin that covered the upper part of his
body, and making a forward gesture, with the gravity of an Indian, he
answered--
"Whittal is a warrior on his path; he has no time for the talk of
the women!"
"Now, brother, thou forgettest the manner in which I was wont to feed thy
hunger, as the frost pinched thee, in the cold mornings, and at the hour
when the kine needed thy care; else thou wouldst not call me woman."
"Hast ever been on the trail of a Pequot? Know'st how to whoop
among the men?"
"What is an Indian whoop, to the bleating of thy flocks, or the bellowing
of cattle in the bushes? Thou rememberest the sound of the bells, as they
tinkled among the second growth of an evening?"
The ancient herdsman turned his head, and seemed to lend his attention, as
a dog listens to an approaching footstep. But the gleam of recollection
was quickly lost. In the next moment, he yielded to the more positive, and
possibly more urgent, demands of his appetite.
"Then hast thou lost the use of ears; else thou wouldst not say that thou
forgettest the sound of the bells."
"Didst ever hear a wolf howl?" exclaimed the other. "That's a sound for a
hunter! I saw the Great Chief strike the striped panther, when the boldest
warrior of the tribe grew white as a craven Pale-face at his leaps!"
"Talk not to me of your ravenous beasts and Great Chiefs, but rather
let us think of the days when we were young, and when thou hadst
delight in the sports of a Christian childhood. Hast forgotten,
Whittal, how our mother used to give us leave to pass the idle time in
games among the snow?"
"Nipset hath a mother in her wigwam, but he asketh no leave to go on the
hunt. He is a man the next snow, he will be a warrior."
"Silly boy! This is some treachery of the savage by which he has bound thy
weakness with the fetters of his craftiness. Thy mother, Whittal, was a
woman of Christian belief, and one of a white race, and a kind and
mourning mother was she over thy feeble-mindedness! Dost not remember,
unthankful of heart! how she nursed thy sickly hours in boyhood, and how
she administered to all thy bodily wants? Who was it that fed thee when
a-hungered or who had compassion on thy waywardness, when others tired of
thy idle deeds, or grew impatient of thy weakness?"
The brother looked, for an instant, at the flushed features of the
speaker, as if glimmerings of some faintly distinguished scenes crossed
the visions of his mind; but the animal still predominated, and he
continued to feed his hunger.
"This exceedeth human endurance!" exclaimed the excited Faith. "Look into
this eye, weak one, and say if thou knowest her who supplied the place of
that mother whom thou refusest to remember--she who hath toiled for thy
comfort, and who hath never refused to listen to all thy plaints, and to
soften all thy sufferings. Look at this eye, and speak--dost know me?"
"Certain!" returned the other, laughing with a half-intelligent expression
of recognition; "'tis a woman of the Pale-faces, and I warrant me, one
that will never be satisfied till she hath all the furs of the Americas on
her back, and all the venison of the woods in her kitchen. Didst ever hear
the tradition, how that wicked race got into the hunting-grounds, and
robbed the warriors of the country?"
The disappointment of Faith had made her too impatient to lend a pleased
attention to this tale; but, at that moment, a form appeared at her side,
and by a quiet and commanding gesture directed her to humor the temper of
the wanderer.
It was Ruth, in whose pale cheek and anxious eye, all the intenseness of a
mother's longings might be traced, in its most touching aspect. Though so
lately helpless and sinking beneath her emotions, the sacred feelings
which now sustained her seemed to supply the place of all other aid; and
as she glided past the listening circle, even Content himself had not
believed it necessary to offer succor, or to interpose with remonstrance.
Her quiet, meaning gesture seemed to say, 'proceed, and show all
indulgence to the weakness of the young man.' The rising discontent of
Faith, was checked by habitual reverence, and she prepared to obey.
"And what say the silly traditions of which you speak?" she added, ere the
current of his dull ideas had time to change its direction.
"'Tis spoken by the old men in the villages, and what is there said is
gospel-true. You see all around you, land that is covered with hill and
valley, and which once bore wood, without the fear of the axe, and over
which game was spread with a bountiful hand. There are runners and hunters
in our tribe who have been on a straight path towards the setting sun,
until their legs were weary and their eyes could not see the clouds that
hang over the salt lake, and yet they say, 'tis everywhere beautiful as
yonder green mountain. Tall trees and shady woods rivers and lakes filled
with fish, and deer and beaver plentiful as the sands on the sea-shore.
All this land and water the Great Spirit gave to men of red skins; for
them he loved, since they spoke truth in their tribes, were true to their
friends, hated their enemies, and knew how to take scalps. Now, a thousand
snows had come and melted, since this gift was made," continued Whittal,
who spoke with the air of one charged with the narration of a grave
tradition, though he probably did no more than relate what many
repetitions had rendered familiar to his inactive mind, "and yet none but
red-skins were seen to hunt the moose, or to go on the war-path. Then the
Great Spirit grew angry; he hid his face from his children, because they
quarrelled among themselves. Big canoes came out of the rising sun, and
brought a hungry and wicked people into the land. At first, the strangers
spoke soft and complaining like women. They begged room for a few wigwams,
and said if the warriors would give them ground to plant, they would ask
their God to look upon the red-men. But when they grew strong, they forgot
their words and made liars of themselves. Oh, they are wicked knaves! A
Pale-face is a panther. When a-hungered, you can hear him whining in the
bushes like a strayed infant; but when you come within his leap, beware of
tooth and claw!"
"This evil-minded race, then, robbed the red warriors of their land?"
"Certain! They spoke like sick women, till they grew strong, and then they
out-devilled the Pequots themselves in wickedness; feeding the warriors
with their burning milk, and slaying with blazing inventions, that they
made out of the yellow meal."
"And the Pequods! was their great warrior dead, before the coming of the
men from over sea?"
"You are a woman that has never heard a tradition, or you would know
better! A Pequot is a weak and crawling cub."
"And thou--thou art then a Narragansett?"
"Don't I look like a man?"
"I had mistaken thee for one of our nearer neighbors, the Mohegan
Pequods."
"The Mohicans are basket-makers for the Yengeese; but the Narragansett
goes leaping through the woods, like a wolf on the trail of the deer!"
"All this is quite in reason, and now thou pointest to its justice, I
cannot fail but see it. But we have curiosity to know more of the great
tribe. Hast ever heard of one of thy people, Whittal, known as
Miantonimoh--'tis a chief of some renown."
The witless youth had continued to eat, at intervals; but, on hearing this
question, he seemed suddenly to forget his appetite. For a moment he
looked down, and then he answered slowly and not without solemnity--
"A man cannot live for ever."
"What!" said Faith, motioning to her deeply-interested auditors to
restrain their impatience--"has he quitted his people? And thou lived
with him, Whittal, ere he came to his end?"
"He never looked on Nipset, nor Nipset on him."
"I know nought of this Nipset; tell me of the great Miantonimoh."
"Dost need to hear twice? The Sachem is gone to the far land, and Nipset
will be a warrior when the next snow comes!"
Disappointment threw a cloud on every countenance, and the beam of hope,
which had been kindling in the eye of Ruth, changed to the former painful
expression of deep inward suffering. But Faith still managed to repress
all speech among those who listened, continuing the examination, after a
short delay that her vexation rendered unavoidable.
"I had thought that Miantonimoh was still a warrior in his tribe," she
said. "In what battle did he fall?"
"Mohican Uncas did that wicked deed. The Pale-men gave him great riches to
murder the Sachem."
"Thou speakest of the father; but there was another Miantonimoh; he who in
boyhood dwelt among the people of white blood."
Whittal listened attentively; and after seeming to rally his thoughts, he
shook his head, saying before he again began to eat--
"There never was but one of the name, and there never will be another. Two
eagles do not build their nests in the same tree."
"Thou sayest truly," continued Faith; well knowing that to dispute the
information of her brother, was in effect to close his mouth. "Now tell
me of Conanchet, the present Narragansett Sachem--he who hath leagued with
Metacom, and hath of late been driven from his fastness near the sea--doth
he yet live?"
The expression of the brother's countenance underwent another change. In
place of the childish importance with which he had hitherto replied to the
questions of his sister, a look of overreaching cunning gathered about his
dull eye. The organ glanced slowly and cautiously around him, as if its
owner expected to detect some visible sign of those covert intentions he
so evidently distrusted. Instead of answering, the wanderer continued his
meal, though less like one who had need of sustenance, than one resolved
to make no communications which might prove dangerous. This change was not
unobserved by Faith, or by any of those who so intently watched the means
by which she had been endeavoring to thread the confused ideas of one so
dull, and yet who at need seemed so practised in savage artifice. She
prudently altered her manner of interrogating, by endeavoring to lead his
thoughts to other matters.
"I warrant me," continued the sister, "that thou now beginnest to call to
mind the times when thou led'st the cattle among the bushes, and how thou
wert wont to call on Faith to give thee food, when a-weary with threading
the woods in quest of the kine. Hast ever been assailed by the
Narragansetts thyself, Whittal, when dwelling in the house of a
Pale-face?"
The brother ceased eating. Again he appeared to muse as intently as was
possible, for one of his circumscribed intellects. But shaking his head in
the negative, he silently resumed the grateful office of mastication.
"What! hast come to be a warrior, and never known a scalp taken, or seen
a fire lighted in the roof of a wigwam?"
Whittal laid down the food, and turned to his sister. His face was
teeming with a wild and fierce meaning, and he indulged in a low but
triumphant laugh. When this exhibition of satisfaction was over, he
consented to reply.
"Certain," he said. "We went on a path, in the night, against the lying
Yengeese, and no burning of the woods ever scorched the 'arth as we
blackened their fields! All their proud housen were turned into piles
of coals."
"And where and when did you this act of brave vengeance?"
"They called the place after the bird of night as if an Indian name could
save them from an Indian massacre!"
"Ha! 'Tis of the Wish-Ton-Wish thou speakest But thou wast a sufferer, and
not an actor, brother in that heartless burning."
"Thou liest like a wicked woman of the Pale faces, as thou art! Nipset was
only a boy on that path, but he went with his people. I tell thee, we
singed the very 'arth with our brands, and not a head of them all ever
rose again from the ashes."
Notwithstanding her great self-command, and the object that was constantly
before the mind of Faith, she shuddered at the fierce pleasure with which
her brother pronounced the extent of the vengeance, that, in his imaginary
character, he believed he had taken on his enemies. Still cautious not to
destroy an illusion which might aid her, in the so-long-defeated and
so-anxiously-desired discovery, the woman repressed her horror, and
continued--
"True--yet some were spared--surely the warriors carried prisoners back to
their village. Thou didst not slay all?"
"All."
"Nay--thou speakest now of the miserables who were wrapt in the
blazing block; but--but some, without, might have fallen into thy
hands, ere the assailed sought shelter in the tower. Surely--surely
thou didst not kill all?"
The hard breathing of Ruth caught the ear of Whittal, and for a moment he
turned to regard her countenance in dull wonder. But again shaking his
head, he answered in a low, positive tone--"All;--ay, to the screeching
women and crying babes!"
"Surely there is a child--I would say there is a woman, in thy tribe, of
fairer skin and of form different from most of thy people. Was not such an
one led a captive from the burning of the Wish-Ton-Wish?"
"Dost think the deer will live with the wolf, or hast ever found the
cowardly pigeon in the nest of the hawk?"
"Nay, thou art of different color thyself, Whittal, and it well may be,
thou art not alone."
The youth regarded his sister a moment with marked displeasure, and then,
on turning to eat, he muttered--"There is as much fire in snow, as truth
in a lying Yengeese?"
"This examination must close," said Content, with a heavy sigh; "at
another hour, we may hope to push the matter to some more fortunate
result; but, yonder cometh one charged with especial service from the
towns below, as would seem by the fact that he disregardeth the holiness
of the day no less than by the earnest manner in which he is journeying."
As the individual named was visible to all who chose to look in the
direction of the hamlet, his sudden appearance caused a general
interruption to the interest which had been so strongly awakened on a
subject that was familiar to every resident in the valley.
The early hour, the gait at which the stranger urged his horse, the manner
in which he passed the open and inviting door of the Whip-Poor-Will,
proclaimed him a messenger, who probably bore some communication of
importance from the Government of the Colony to the younger Heathcote, who
filled the highest station of official authority in that distant
settlement. Observations to this purport had passed from mouth to mouth,
and curiosity was actively alive, by the time the horseman rode into the
court. There he dismounted, and, covered with the dust of the road, he
presented himself, with the air of one who had passed the night in the
saddle, before the man he sought.
"I have orders for Captain Content Heathcote," said the messenger,
saluting all around him with the usual grave but studied courtesy of the
people to whom he belonged.
"He is here to receive and to obey," was the answer.
The traveller wore a little of that mysteriousness that is so grateful to
certain minds, which, from inability to command respect in any other
manner, are fond of making secrets of matters that might as well be
revealed. In obedience to this feeling, he expressed a desire that his
communications might be made apart. Content quietly motioned for him to
follow, leading the way into an inner apartment of the house. As a new
direction was given by this interruption, to the thoughts of the
spectators of the foregoing scene, we shall also take the opportunity to
digress, in order to lay before the reader some general facts that may be
necessary to the connexion of the subsequent parts of the legend.