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Malcontent, Out Of The Country. It Was, Indeed, Far More Probable That
Such Would Be The Result Of Arundel's Persistency, Than That He Should
Succeed In Carrying Off His Mistress; And, Blinded As He Was By Love,
He Could Not Conceal From Himself The Danger. To This Was To Be Added
Another Peril, Which The Assistant, In One Of Their Conversations, Had
Hinted At, And Of Which We Have Also Made Mention, Viz: That He Might
Incur The Punishment Provided For Those Who Paid Court To Maidens
Without The Consent Of The Guardian Or Magistrate.
But The Young Couple Had, Besides Prudence, A Powerful Friend, Whose
Kind Heart Pitied Their Misfortunes, And By Whose Means, Assisted By
The Faithful Serving-Maid, They Had Many Stolen Meetings, Unknown To
Their Persecutor, And This Was No Other Than Dame Spikeman Herself.
Destitute Of Children, She Had Been Early Attracted By The Beautiful
Orphan, For Whom She Soon Learned To Feel The Affection Of A Mother.
Into Her Tender Bosom The Unprotected Girl Poured Her Griefs, And
Always Met With Sympathy And Good Counsel. At First, The Good Dame
Attempted To Alter The Determination Of Her Husband, But Finding Her
Efforts In Vain, She Finally Abandoned Them, And Contented Herself
With Favoring The Lovers By Every Means In Her Power, Without His
Knowledge, Trusting To The Chapter Of Accidents For The Result.
Perhaps A Few Pieces Of Coin, Distributed By Arundel Now And Then
Among The Servants, Contributed To Preserve The Knowledge Of Their
Meetings From The Assistant, Who, Whatever He Might Suspect, Found It
Difficult, Engaged In His Business, To Detect Them.
While We Have Been Making This Tedious But Necessary Explanation, The
Young Man Has Had Time To Reach The Thickest Part Of The Forest, Lying
Midway Betwixt The Residence Of The Knight And His Place Of
Destination. He Followed A Narrow Path Made Originally By The Indians,
As They Traversed The Woods In The Manner Peculiar To Themselves,
Known By The Name Of Indian File, Now Skirting The Edge Of A Morass,
Now Penetrating Through A Thick Undergrowth, And Now Walking In More
Open Spaces And Under The Shade Of Enormous Trees.
Arundel, As He Walked Along With His Piece In His Hand, Had Kept
Watchfully Looking Round To Discern Any Game Within Range, When, As He
Reached One Of These Open Spaces, His Eyes Fell Upon A Dark Object
Crouched Upon A Lower Limb Of A Tree Immediately Over The Path Before
Him, And He Instantly Recognised The Animal As The Cougar Or American
Panther. It Is The Habit Of The Creature Thus To Conceal Itself In
Trees, Waiting Till Its Prey Passes Along, When, With One Bound, It
Springs Upon Its Back, And Quickly Succeeds, By Its Own Weight, And By
Tearing The Veins And Arteries Of The Neck, In Bringing It To The
Ground.
The Youth Stopped, And Gazed Upon The Motionless Beast, Whose
Half-Shut Eyes He Could See Winking At Him. He Lay Extended Upon The
Limb, His Forward Feet Spread Out At Full Length, On Which Rested His
Small Round Head, With Little Ears Falling Back Almost Flat, His Hind
Legs Drawn Up Under His Body, And His Flexible Tail Hanging A Short
Distance Beneath The Bough. The Dark Reddish Color Of The Hair Of His
Skin, Dashed With Blackish Tints, Harmonized And Blended Well With The
Hue Of The Bark, So That At A Distance, To An Unpracticed Eye, He
Appeared Like A Huge Excrescence On The Tree, Or A Large Butt Of A
Branch That Had Lodged In Its Fall.
The Young Man Did Not Hesitate What To Do. He Had Come Prepared For
Meeting With Wild Animals, And Felt Too Much Confidence In Himself To
Fear The Encounter. He Approached So As To Be Just Without Reach Of
The Spring Of The Creature, And Levelling His Piece, While He Could
See The Cougar Shut Its Eyes And Cling Closer To The Limb, Fired. The
Sound Of The Gun Rang Through The Ancient Forest, And In An Instant
The Beast, Jumping From The Limb, Fell At His Feet. So Sudden Was
This, That Arundel Had Hardly Time To Withdraw The Weapon From His
Shoulder, Before The Animal Had Made The Spring. The First Impulse Of
The Youth On Finding The Ferocious Brute Thus Near, Was To Club His
Gun And Strike It On The Head; And Now He Discovered That It Was
Wounded In One Of The Forward Legs, Which Hung Helplessly Down. But
The Wound, Instead Of Disabling Or Intimidating, Only Inflamed The
Ferocity Of The Creature. It Made Repeated Attempts To Jump Upon Its
Foe, Which, In Spite Of The Crippled Condition Of Its Leg And The Loss
Of Blood, Arundel Found It Difficult To Elude. Active As He Was, And
Though He Succeeded Occasionally In Inflicting With His Hunting-Knife
A Wound Upon The Beast, He Soon Began To Suspect That, Notwithstanding
He Had Thus Far Escaped With Some Inconsiderable Scratches, The Powers
Of Endurance Of The Formidable Forest Denizen Were Likely To Exceed
His Own. The Combat Had Lasted Some Time, When, As The Young Man
Endeavored To Avoid The Leap Of The Panther By Jumping To One Side,
His Feet Struck Against Some Obstacle And He Fell Upon His Back. In An
Instant The Enraged Beast, Bleeding From Its Many Wounds, Was Upon His
Prostrate Person, And His Destruction Appeared Inevitable. With A
Desperate Effort, He Struck With The Hunting-Knife At The Panther, Who
Caught It In Its Mouth, The Blade Passing Between Its Jaws And
Inflicting A Slight Wound At The Sides, So Slight As Not To Be Felt,
And Stood With Its Unhurt Paw Upon His Breast, Powerless To Do
Mischief With The Other, And Glaring With Eyes Of Flame Upon Its
Victim. At The Instant When The Panther, Shaking The Knife Out Of Its
Mouth, Was About To Gripe, With Open Jaws, The Throat Of The Young
Man, It Suddenly Bounded With A Cry Into The Air, Almost Crushing The
Breath Out Of The Body Of Its Antagonist, And Giving Him An
Opportunity To Rise. When Arundel Stood Upon His Feet, He Beheld The
Panther In The Agonies Of Death--An Arrow Sticking In One Eye And An
Indian Striking It With A Tomahawk Upon The Head, For Which Great
Agility And Quickness Were Necessary In Order To Avoid The Paw And
Teeth Of The Creature In Its Dying Struggles. These Soon Became Less
Violent, Until, With A Shudder, The Limbs Relaxed, And It Lay
Motionless And Harmless,
Arundel Now Advanced To Thank For His Timely Succor The Indian, Who
Stood Quite Still Looking At Him. He Was Apparently Less Than Thirty
Years Of Age, Tall And Well Formed, With A Countenance Expressive Of
Nobleness And Generosity. His Attire Consisted Only Of Breech-Cloth
And Leggins, With No Covering For The Upper Part Of His Person--A Garb
Offering Fewest Obstructions To His Movements Through The Forest. In
His Hand He Held A Bow; A Quiver Full Of Arrows Was Slung Across His
Back; The Tomahawk Was Returned To The Girdle Around His Loins, And A
Knife Hung By A Deer-Sinew From His Neck.
"The Arrow Was Well Aimed," Said Arundel, "That Saved My Life. How Can
I Thank My Brother?" "Waqua Is Satisfied," Replied The Indian, In Very
Imperfect English, Which We Shall Not Attempt To Imitate.
"You Are My Preserver," Said Arundel, "And Shall Not Find The White
Man Ungrateful."
"Enough," Answered The Indian. "Let Wild Beasts Find Some Other Food
Than Men."
"It Was A Strong Hand As Well As True Aim That Sent This Arrow," Said
The Young Man, Drawing The Shaft Out Of The Animal's Brain, In Which
The Barbed Point, Coming Off, Remained Behind, "And I Must Furnish You
At Least Another Arrow."
"Waqua Has Plenty Of Arrows In His Quiver, And Can Get More."
"Thou Art An Independent Fellow," Exclaimed Arundel; "But There Is One
Thing I Have To Offer Thee Which Thou Must Accept--That Is, My Hand,
And It Is A Sign That I Will Be Thy Brother."
There Was Something In The Action And Expression Of Arundel's Face
That Was Irresistibly Attractive To The Indian. He Took The Offered
Hand Into Both Of His And Replied, "Waqua Gives His Two Hands To The
White Man. He Loves The White Man, And The Great Spirit Sent Waqua To
Protect His Brother."
"Thou Hast Established A Claim To, My Friendship Stronger Than Often
Exists. Be Sure We Will Be Friends. My Brother Is On A Hunting Path.
What Success Has He?"
"A Deer," Replied Waqua, Stepping Into A Bush, Returning With The
Carcass On His Shoulder, And Throwing It Upon The Ground.
"Is My Brother's Lodge Distant?"
"It Would Not Tire A New Born Fawn To Run The Distance. My White
Brother Shall See The Wigwam Of Waqua, And Rest His Limbs, And Then
Waqua Will Go With Him To The Lodges Of The White Men At Shawmut."
It Was Yet Early In The Day. There Was No Need Of Hurry, And The Wish
Of The Indian Of Itself Was Enough. It Would Have Been Indeed
Ungracious To Deny Acquiescence To One Who Had Just Saved His Life,
And Arundel Therefore At Once Signified His Assent. But Before They
Started, The Indian With The Knife Which He Took From His Neck,
Despoiled The Panther Of Its Skin. Throwing It Then Across His
Shoulders On Top Of The Deer's Carcass, He Led The Way Out Of The Path
In A Direction Different From That In Which Arundel Had Been
Travelling.
It Was Truly As Waqua Had Said, And A Few Moments Sufficed To Reach
His Habitation. It Stood By Itself, Near The Margin Of The Charles
River, Which Empties Into Massachusetts Bay, And Was Merely A Rough
Hunting Lodge, Made Of Bark, Yet So Constructed As Effectually To
Answer The Purpose For Which It Was Designed During The Milder Months.
Doubtless In Winter It Was Deserted For The More Comfortable Wigwam In
The Village.
Arrived At His Dwelling, Waqua Took Down Some Skins Suspended On One
Side, And Spreading Them Upon The Ground, Courteously Invited His
Companion To A Seat. Arundel Was Glad To Rest After His Late Violent
Conflict, And Availed Himself Of The Opportunity To Brush Off The
Dirt, And Re-Arrange His Torn And Disordered Dress. Meanwhile, Waqua
Kindled A Fire, And Cutting Off Some Bear Steaks, Threw Them On The
Glowing Coals. The Exercise And Danger Of Arundel Had Given Him An
Appetite, And With No Little Interest He Watched The Process. The Meal
Was Soon Ready, And Justice Done To It By Both; And Upon Its
Conclusion, It Became Apparent That It Was Not On Its Account Only
That Waqua Had Desired To Return To His Wigwam. It Was Also To Make
Some Alteration In His Toilette, Therein Betraying That Fondness For
Ornament Which Is Equally Active In The Savage And In The Civilized
Exquisite. For The Garments He Had Worn, Others Were Substituted Of
Finer Quality, And More Showy Appearance. Over His Shoulders Was
Thrown A Robe Of Beaver Skins; In His Hair Were Stuck Some Red
Feathers, And From His Ears Hung Pendants Carved Out Of Bone, Into A
Rude Imitation Of Birds. Belts Of Wampompeag Encircled The Arms Above
The Elbow, And Fell Over The Robe, Hanging Down The Shoulders. The
Preparation Was Completed By Painting The Cheeks And Forehead
Vermillion. Thus Decorated, With Bow In Hand, An Ornamented Quiver On
His Back, And Tomahawk In Girdle, Waqua Considered Himself Fit To Be
Presented At Any Court In The World.
Nor When He Advanced, Conscious Of The Improvement In His Appearance,
And Stepping As Though He Were Lord Of The Unbounded Wilderness, Did
Arundel Attempt To Conceal His Admiration Of The Forest Apollo. Waqua
Remarked It In The Other's Eyes, And A Gleam Of Satisfaction Lighted
Up His Face. Throwing The Deer He Had Killed Over His Shoulder, And
Taking A Small Bundle Of Skins In His Hand, The Indian Preceded His
Companion On Their Way To The Settlement.
Chapter VIII ("Absit, Quoth The Doctor.")
Don Quixote.
Upon Arriving At The Little Town Of Boston, Arundel Made The Indian
Promise To Return To Him At The Ordinary Or Inn Where He Had His
Quarters, After The Furs And Venison Should
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