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Gather, If Possible, Some Evidences Of His Future Fate, From The
Countenances Of Those Gathered Round. Seeing Every Where Grave But
Composed Features, And Meeting In No Eye Any Expression That
Threatened Immediate Violence, The Miserable Man Began To Revive; And,
By The Time He Was Seated In The Wagon, His Artful Faculties Were
Beginning To Plot The Expedients Of Parrying The Just Resentment Of
His Kinsmen, Or, If These Should Fail Him, The Means Of Escaping From
A Punishment That His Forebodings Told Him Would Be Terrible.
Throughout The Whole Of These Preparations Ishmael Rarely Spoke. A
Gesture, Or A Glance Of The Eye, Served To Indicate His Pleasure To
His Sons, And With These Simple Methods Of Communication, All Parties
Appeared Content. When The Signal Was Made To Proceed, The Squatter
Threw His Rifle Into The Hollow Of His Arm, And His Axe Across His
Shoulder, Taking The Lead As Usual. Esther Buried Herself In The Wagon
Which Contained Her Daughters; The Young Men Took Their Customary
Places Among The Cattle, Or Nigh The Teams, And The Whole Proceeded,
At Their Ordinary, Dull, But Unremitted Gait.
For The First Time, In Many A Day, The Squatter Turned His Back
Towards The Setting Sun. The Route He Held Was In The Direction Of The
Settled Country, And The Manner In Which He Moved Sufficed To Tell His
Children, Who Had Learned To Read Their Father's Determinations In His
Part 3 Chapter 32 Pg 150Mien, That Their Journey On The Prairie Was Shortly To Have An End.
Still Nothing Else Transpired For Hours, That Might Denote The
Existence Of Any Sudden, Or Violent, Revolution In The Purposes Or
Feelings Of Ishmael. During All That Time He Marched Alone, Keeping A
Few Hundred Rods In Front Of His Teams, Seldom Giving Any Sign Of
Extraordinary Excitement. Once Or Twice, Indeed, His Huge Figure Was
Seen Standing On The Summit Of Some Distant Swell, With The Head Bent
Towards The Earth, As He Leaned On His Rifle; But Then These Moments
Of Intense Thought Were Rare, And Of Short Continuance. The Train Had
Long Thrown Its Shadows Towards The East, Before Any Material
Alteration Was Made In The Disposition Of Their March. Water-Courses
Were Waded, Plains Were Passed, And Rolling Ascents Risen And
Descended, Without Producing The Smallest Change. Long Practised In
The Difficulties Of That Peculiar Species Of Travelling In Which He
Was Engaged, The Squatter Avoided The More Impracticable Obstacles Of
Their Route By A Sort Of Instinct, Invariably Inclining To The Right
Or Left In Season, As The Formation Of The Land, The Presence Of
Trees, Or The Signs Of Rivers Forewarned Him Of The Necessity Of Such
Movements.
At Length The Hour Arrived When Charity To Man And Beast Required A
Temporary Suspension Of Labour. Ishmael Chose The Required Spot With
His Customary Sagacity. The Regular Formation Of The Country, Such As
It Has Been Described In The Earlier Pages Of Our Book, Had Long Been
Interrupted By A More Unequal And Broken Surface. There Were, It Is
True, In General, The Same Wide And Empty Wastes, The Same Rich And
Extensive Bottoms, And That Wild And Singular Combination Of Swelling
Fields And Of Nakedness. Which Gives That Region The Appearance Of An
Ancient Country, Incomprehensibly Stripped Of Its People And Their
Dwellings. But These Distinguishing Features Of The Rolling Prairies
Had Long Been Interrupted By Irregular Hillocks, Occasional Masses Of
Rock, And Broad Belts Of Forest.
Ishmael Chose A Spring, That Broke Out Of The Base Of A Rock Some
Forty Or Fifty Feet In Elevation, As A Place Well Suited To The Wants
Of His Herds. The Water Moistened A Small Swale That Lay Beneath The
Spot, Which Yielded, In Return For The Fecund Gift, A Scanty Growth Of
Grass. A Solitary Willow Had Taken Root In The Alluvion, And Profiting
By Its Exclusive Possession Of The Soil, The Tree Had Sent Up Its Stem
Far Above The Crest Of The Adjacent Rock, Whose Peaked Summit Had Once
Been Shadowed By Its Branches. But Its Loveliness Had Gone With The
Mysterious Principle Of Life. As If In Mockery Of The Meagre Show Of
Verdure That The Spot Exhibited, It Remained A Noble And Solemn
Monument Of Former Fertility. The Larger, Ragged, And Fantastic
Branches Still Obtruded Themselves Abroad, While The White And Hoary
Trunk Stood Naked And Tempest-Riven. Not A Leaf, Nor A Sign Of
Vegetation, Was To Be Seen About It. In All Things It Proclaimed The
Frailty Of Existence, And The Fulfilment Of Time.
Here Ishmael, After Making The Customary Signal For The Train To
Approach, Threw His Vast Frame Upon The Earth, And Seemed To Muse On
The Deep Responsibility Of His Present Situation. His Sons Were Not
Long In Arriving; For The Cattle No Sooner Scented The Food And Water
Than They Quickened Their Pace, And Then Succeeded The Usual Bustle
Part 3 Chapter 32 Pg 151And Avocations Of A Halt.
The Impression Made By The Scene Of That Morning Was Not So Deep, Or
Lasting, On The Children Of Ishmael And Esther, As To Induce Them To
Forget The Wants Of Nature. But While The Sons Were Searching Among
Their Stores, For Something Substantial To Appease Their Hunger, And
The Younger Fry Were Wrangling About Their Simple Dishes, The Parents
Of The Unnurtured Family Were Differently Employed.
When The Squatter Saw That All, Even To The Reviving Abiram, Were Busy
In Administering To Their Appetites, He Gave His Downcast Partner A
Glance Of His Eye, And Withdrew Towards A Distant Roll Of The Land,
Which Bounded The View Towards The East. The Meeting Of The Pair, In
This Naked Spot, Was Like An Interview Held Above The Grave Of Their
Murdered Son. Ishmael Signed To His Wife To Take A Seat Beside Him On
A Fragment Of Rock, And Then Followed A Space, During Which Neither
Seemed Disposed To Speak.
"We Have Journeyed Together Long, Through Good And Bad," Ishmael At
Length Commenced: "Much Have We Had To Try Us, And Some Bitter Cups
Have We Been Made To Swallow, My Woman; But Nothing Like This Has Ever
Before Lain In My Path."
"It Is A Heavy Cross For A Poor, Misguided, And Sinful Woman To Bear!"
Returned Esther, Bowing Her Head To Her Knees, And Partly Concealing
Her Face In Her Dress. "A Heavy And A Burdensome Weight Is This To Be
Laid Upon The Shoulders Of A Sister And A Mother!"
"Ay; Therein Lies The Hardship Of The Case. I Had Brought My Mind To
The Punishment Of That Houseless Trapper, With No Great Strivings, For
The Man Had Done Me Few Favours, And God Forgive Me If I Suspected Him
Wrongfully Of Much Evil! This Is, However, Bringing Shame In At One
Door Of My Cabin, In Order To Drive It Out At The Other. But Shall A
Son Of Mine Be Murdered, And He Who Did It Go At Large?--The Boy Would
Never Rest!"
"Oh, Ishmael, We Pushed The Matter Far. Had Little Been Said, Who
Would Have Been The Wiser? Our Consciences Might Then Have Been
Quiet."
"Eest'er," Said The Husband, Turning On Her A Reproachful But Still A
Dull Regard, "The Hour Has Been, My Woman, When You Thought Another
Hand Had Done This Wickedness."
"I Did, I Did The Lord Gave Me The Feeling, As A Punishment For My
Sins! But His Mercy Was Not Slow In Lifting The Veil; I Looked Into
The Book, Ishmael, And There I Found The Words Of Comfort."
"Have You That Book At Hand, Woman; It May Happen To Advise In Such A
Dreary Business."
Esther Fumbled In Her Pocket, And Was Not Long In Producing The
Fragment Of A Bible, Which Had Been Thumbed And Smoke-Dried Till The
Print Was Nearly Illegible. It Was The Only Article, In The Nature Of
Part 3 Chapter 32 Pg 152A Book, That Was To Be Found Among The Chattels Of The Squatter, And
It Had Been Preserved By His Wife, As A Melancholy Relic Of More
Prosperous, And Possibly Of More Innocent, Days. She Had Long Been In
The Habit Of Resorting To It, Under The Pressure Of Such Circumstances
As Were Palpably Beyond Human Redress, Though Her Spirit And
Resolution Rarely Needed Support Under Those That Admitted Of
Reparation Through Any Of The Ordinary Means Of Reprisal. In This
Manner Esther Had Made A Sort Of Convenient Ally Of The Word Of God;
Rarely Troubling It For Counsel, However, Except When Her Own
Incompetency To Avert An Evil Was Too Apparent To Be Disputed. We
Shall Leave Casuists To Determine How Far She Resembled Any Other
Believers In This Particular, And Proceed Directly With The Matter
Before Us.
"There Are Many Awful Passages In These Pages, Ishmael," She Said,
When The Volume Was Opened, And The Leaves Were Slowly Turning Under
Her Finger, "And Some There Ar' That Teach The Rules Of Punishment."
Her Husband Made A Gesture For Her To Find One Of Those Brief Rules Of
Conduct, Which Have Been Received Among All Christian Nations As The
Direct Mandates Of The Creator, And Which Have Been Found So Just,
That Even They, Who Deny Their High Authority, Admit Their Wisdom.
Ishmael Listened With Grave Attention, As His Companion Read All Those
Verses, Which Her Memory Suggested, And Which Were Thought Applicable
To The Situation In Which They Found Themselves. He Made Her Show Him
The Words, Which He Regarded With A Sort Of Strange Reverence. A
Resolution Once Taken Was Usually Irrevocable, In One Who Was Moved
With So Much Difficulty. He Put His Hand Upon The Book, And Closed The
Pages Himself, As Much As To Apprise His Wife That He Was Satisfied.
Esther, Who So Well Knew His Character, Trembled At The Action, And
Casting A Glance At His Steady Eye, She Said--
"And Yet, Ishmael, My Blood, And The Blood Of My Children, Is In His
Veins, Cannot Mercy Be Shown?"
"Woman," He Answered Sternly, "When We Believed That Miserable Old
Trapper Had Done This Deed, Nothing Was Said Of Mercy!"
Esther Made No Reply, But Folding Her Arms Upon Her Breast, She Sat
Silent And Thoughtful For Many Minutes. Then She Once More Turned Her
Anxious Gaze Upon The Countenance Of Her Husband, Where She Found All
Passion And Care Apparently Buried In The Coldest Apathy. Satisfied
Now, That The Fate Of Her Brother Was Sealed, And Possibly Conscious
How Well He Merited The Punishment That Was Meditated, She No Longer
Thought Of Mediation. No More Words Passed Between Them. Their Eyes
Met For An Instant, And Then Both Arose
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