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<h2> CHAPTER 31 </h2>
<p>"Flue.—Kill the poys and the luggage! 'Tis expressly<br/>
against the law of arms; 'tis as arrant a piece of knavery,<br/>
mark you now, as can be offered in the 'orld."<br/>
—King Henry V.<br/></p>
<p>So long as their enemy and his victim continued in sight, the multitude
remained motionless as beings charmed to the place by some power that was
friendly to the Huron; but, the instant he disappeared, it became tossed
and agitated by fierce and powerful passion. Uncas maintained his elevated
stand, keeping his eyes on the form of Cora, until the colors of her dress
were blended with the foliage of the forest; when he descended, and,
moving silently through the throng, he disappeared in that lodge from
which he had so recently issued. A few of the graver and more attentive
warriors, who caught the gleams of anger that shot from the eyes of the
young chief in passing, followed him to the place he had selected for his
meditations. After which, Tamenund and Alice were removed, and the women
and children were ordered to disperse. During the momentous hour that
succeeded, the encampment resembled a hive of troubled bees, who only
awaited the appearance and example of their leader to take some distant
and momentous flight.</p>
<p>A young warrior at length issued from the lodge of Uncas; and, moving
deliberately, with a sort of grave march, toward a dwarf pine that grew in
the crevices of the rocky terrace, he tore the bark from its body, and
then turned whence he came without speaking. He was soon followed by
another, who stripped the sapling of its branches, leaving it a naked and
blazed* trunk. A third colored the post with stripes of a dark red paint;
all which indications of a hostile design in the leaders of the nation
were received by the men without in a gloomy and ominous silence. Finally,
the Mohican himself reappeared, divested of all his attire, except his
girdle and leggings, and with one-half of his fine features hid under a
cloud of threatening black.</p>
<p>* A tree which has been partially or entirely stripped of<br/>
its bark is said, in the language of the country, to be<br/>
"blazed." The term is strictly English, for a horse is said<br/>
to be blazed when it has a white mark.<br/></p>
<p>Uncas moved with a slow and dignified tread toward the post, which he
immediately commenced encircling with a measured step, not unlike an
ancient dance, raising his voice, at the same time, in the wild and
irregular chant of his war song. The notes were in the extremes of human
sounds; being sometimes melancholy and exquisitely plaintive, even
rivaling the melody of birds—and then, by sudden and startling
transitions, causing the auditors to tremble by their depth and energy.
The words were few and often repeated, proceeding gradually from a sort of
invocation, or hymn, to the Deity, to an intimation of the warrior's
object, and terminating as they commenced with an acknowledgment of his
own dependence on the Great Spirit. If it were possible to translate the
comprehensive and melodious language in which he spoke, the ode might read
something like the following: "Manitou! Manitou! Manitou! Thou art great,
thou art good, thou art wise: Manitou! Manitou! Thou art just. In the
heavens, in the clouds, oh, I see many spots—many dark, many red: In
the heavens, oh, I see many clouds."</p>
<p>"In the woods, in the air, oh, I hear the whoop, the long yell, and the
cry: In the woods, oh, I hear the loud whoop!"</p>
<p>"Manitou! Manitou! Manitou! I am weak—thou art strong; I am slow;
Manitou! Manitou! Give me aid."</p>
<p>At the end of what might be called each verse he made a pause, by raising
a note louder and longer than common, that was peculiarly suited to the
sentiment just expressed. The first close was solemn, and intended to
convey the idea of veneration; the second descriptive, bordering on the
alarming; and the third was the well-known and terrific war-whoop, which
burst from the lips of the young warrior, like a combination of all the
frightful sounds of battle. The last was like the first, humble and
imploring. Three times did he repeat this song, and as often did he
encircle the post in his dance.</p>
<p>At the close of the first turn, a grave and highly esteemed chief of the
Lenape followed his example, singing words of his own, however, to music
of a similar character. Warrior after warrior enlisted in the dance, until
all of any renown and authority were numbered in its mazes. The spectacle
now became wildly terrific; the fierce-looking and menacing visages of the
chiefs receiving additional power from the appalling strains in which they
mingled their guttural tones. Just then Uncas struck his tomahawk deep
into the post, and raised his voice in a shout, which might be termed his
own battle cry. The act announced that he had assumed the chief authority
in the intended expedition.</p>
<p>It was a signal that awakened all the slumbering passions of the nation. A
hundred youths, who had hitherto been restrained by the diffidence of
their years, rushed in a frantic body on the fancied emblem of their
enemy, and severed it asunder, splinter by splinter, until nothing
remained of the trunk but its roots in the earth. During this moment of
tumult, the most ruthless deeds of war were performed on the fragments of
the tree, with as much apparent ferocity as if they were the living
victims of their cruelty. Some were scalped; some received the keen and
trembling axe; and others suffered by thrusts from the fatal knife. In
short, the manifestations of zeal and fierce delight were so great and
unequivocal, that the expedition was declared to be a war of the nation.</p>
<p>The instant Uncas had struck the blow, he moved out of the circle, and
cast his eyes up to the sun, which was just gaining the point, when the
truce with Magua was to end. The fact was soon announced by a significant
gesture, accompanied by a corresponding cry; and the whole of the excited
multitude abandoned their mimic warfare, with shrill yells of pleasure, to
prepare for the more hazardous experiment of the reality.</p>
<p>The whole face of the encampment was instantly changed. The warriors, who
were already armed and painted, became as still as if they were incapable
of any uncommon burst of emotion. On the other hand, the women broke out
of the lodges, with the songs of joy and those of lamentation so strangely
mixed that it might have been difficult to have said which passion
preponderated. None, however, was idle. Some bore their choicest articles,
others their young, and some their aged and infirm, into the forest, which
spread itself like a verdant carpet of bright green against the side of
the mountain. Thither Tamenund also retired, with calm composure, after a
short and touching interview with Uncas; from whom the sage separated with
the reluctance that a parent would quit a long lost and just recovered
child. In the meantime, Duncan saw Alice to a place of safety, and then
sought the scout, with a countenance that denoted how eagerly he also
panted for the approaching contest.</p>
<p>But Hawkeye was too much accustomed to the war song and the enlistments of
the natives, to betray any interest in the passing scene. He merely cast
an occasional look at the number and quality of the warriors, who, from
time to time, signified their readiness to accompany Uncas to the field.
In this particular he was soon satisfied; for, as has been already seen,
the power of the young chief quickly embraced every fighting man in the
nation. After this material point was so satisfactorily decided, he
despatched an Indian boy in quest of "killdeer" and the rifle of Uncas, to
the place where they had deposited their weapons on approaching the camp
of the Delawares; a measure of double policy, inasmuch as it protected the
arms from their own fate, if detained as prisoners, and gave them the
advantage of appearing among the strangers rather as sufferers than as men
provided with means of defense and subsistence. In selecting another to
perform the office of reclaiming his highly prized rifle, the scout had
lost sight of none of his habitual caution. He knew that Magua had not
come unattended, and he also knew that Huron spies watched the movements
of their new enemies, along the whole boundary of the woods. It would,
therefore, have been fatal to himself to have attempted the experiment; a
warrior would have fared no better; but the danger of a boy would not be
likely to commence until after his object was discovered. When Heyward
joined him, the scout was coolly awaiting the result of this experiment.</p>
<p>The boy, who had been well instructed, and was sufficiently crafty,
proceeded, with a bosom that was swelling with the pride of such a
confidence, and all the hopes of young ambition, carelessly across the
clearing to the wood, which he entered at a point at some little distance
from the place where the guns were secreted. The instant, however, he was
concealed by the foliage of the bushes, his dusky form was to be seen
gliding, like that of a serpent, toward the desired treasure. He was
successful; and in another moment he appeared flying across the narrow
opening that skirted the base of the terrace on which the village stood,
with the velocity of an arrow, and bearing a prize in each hand. He had
actually gained the crags, and was leaping up their sides with incredible
activity, when a shot from the woods showed how accurate had been the
judgment of the scout. The boy answered it with a feeble but contemptuous
shout; and immediately a second bullet was sent after him from another
part of the cover. At the next instant he appeared on the level above,
elevating his guns in triumph, while he moved with the air of a conqueror
toward the renowned hunter who had honored him by so glorious a
commission.</p>
<p>Notwithstanding the lively interest Hawkeye had taken in the fate of his
messenger, he received "killdeer" with a satisfaction that, momentarily,
drove all other recollections from his mind. After examining the piece
with an intelligent eye, and opening and shutting the pan some ten or
fifteen times, and trying sundry other equally important experiments on
the lock, he turned to the boy and demanded with great manifestations of
kindness, if he was hurt. The urchin looked proudly up in his face, but
made no reply.</p>
<p>"Ah! I see, lad, the knaves have barked your arm!" added the scout, taking
up the limb of the patient sufferer, across which a deep flesh wound had
been made by one of the bullets; "but a little bruised alder will act like
a charm. In the meantime I will wrap it in a badge of wampum! You have
commenced the business of a warrior early, my brave boy, and are likely to
bear a plenty of honorable scars to your grave. I know many young men that
have taken scalps who cannot show such a mark as this. Go!" having bound
up the arm; "you will be a chief!"</p>
<p>The lad departed, prouder of his flowing blood than the vainest courtier
could be of his blushing ribbon; and stalked among the fellows of his age,
an object of general admiration and envy.</p>
<p>But, in a moment of so many serious and important duties, this single act
of juvenile fortitude did not attract the general notice and commendation
it would have received under milder auspices. It had, however, served to
apprise the Delawares of the position and the intentions of their enemies.
Accordingly a party of adventurers, better suited to the task than the
weak though spirited boy, was ordered to dislodge the skulkers. The duty
was soon performed; for most of the Hurons retired of themselves when they
found they had been discovered. The Delawares followed to a sufficient
distance from their own encampment, and then halted for orders,
apprehensive of being led into an ambush. As both parties secreted
themselves, the woods were again as still and quiet as a mild summer
morning and deep solitude could render them.</p>
<p>The calm but still impatient Uncas now collected his chiefs, and divided
his power. He presented Hawkeye as a warrior, often tried, and always
found deserving of confidence. When he found his friend met with a
favorable reception, he bestowed on him the command of twenty men, like
himself, active, skillful and resolute. He gave the Delawares to
understand the rank of Heyward among the troops of the Yengeese, and then
tendered to him a trust of equal authority. But Duncan declined the
charge, professing his readiness to serve as a volunteer by the side of
the scout. After this disposition, the young Mohican appointed various
native chiefs to fill the different situations of responsibility, and, the
time pressing, he gave forth the word to march. He was cheerfully, but
silently obeyed by more than two hundred men.</p>
<p>Their entrance into the forest was perfectly unmolested; nor did they
encounter any living objects that could either give the alarm, or furnish
the intelligence they needed, until they came upon the lairs of their own
scouts. Here a halt was ordered, and the chiefs were assembled to hold a
"whispering council."</p>
<p>At this meeting divers plans of operation were suggested, though none of a
character to meet the wishes of their ardent leader. Had Uncas followed
the promptings of his own inclinations, he would have led his followers to
the charge without a moment's delay, and put the conflict to the hazard of
an instant issue; but such a course would have been in opposition to all
the received practises and opinions of his countrymen. He was, therefore,
fain to adopt a caution that in the present temper of his mind he
execrated, and to listen to advice at which his fiery spirit chafed, under
the vivid recollection of Cora's danger and Magua's insolence.</p>
<p>After an unsatisfactory conference of many minutes, a solitary individual
was seen advancing from the side of the enemy, with such apparent haste,
as to induce the belief he might be a messenger charged with pacific
overtures. When within a hundred yards, however, of the cover behind which
the Delaware council had assembled, the stranger hesitated, appeared
uncertain what course to take, and finally halted. All eyes were turned
now on Uncas, as if seeking directions how to proceed.</p>
<p>"Hawkeye," said the young chief, in a low voice, "he must never speak to
the Hurons again."</p>
<p>"His time has come," said the laconic scout, thrusting the long barrel of
his rifle through the leaves, and taking his deliberate and fatal aim.
But, instead of pulling the trigger, he lowered the muzzle again, and
indulged himself in a fit of his peculiar mirth. "I took the imp for a
Mingo, as I'm a miserable sinner!" he said; "but when my eye ranged along
his ribs for a place to get the bullet in—would you think it, Uncas—I
saw the musicianer's blower; and so, after all, it is the man they call
Gamut, whose death can profit no one, and whose life, if this tongue can
do anything but sing, may be made serviceable to our own ends. If sounds
have not lost their virtue, I'll soon have a discourse with the honest
fellow, and that in a voice he'll find more agreeable than the speech of
'killdeer'."</p>
<p>So saying, Hawkeye laid aside his rifle; and, crawling through the bushes
until within hearing of David, he attempted to repeat the musical effort,
which had conducted himself, with so much safety and eclat, through the
Huron encampment. The exquisite organs of Gamut could not readily be
deceived (and, to say the truth, it would have been difficult for any
other than Hawkeye to produce a similar noise), and, consequently, having
once before heard the sounds, he now knew whence they proceeded. The poor
fellow appeared relieved from a state of great embarrassment; for,
pursuing the direction of the voice—a task that to him was not much
less arduous that it would have been to have gone up in the face of a
battery—he soon discovered the hidden songster.</p>
<p>"I wonder what the Hurons will think of that!" said the scout, laughing,
as he took his companion by the arm, and urged him toward the rear. "If
the knaves lie within earshot, they will say there are two non-compossers
instead of one! But here we are safe," he added, pointing to Uncas and his
associates. "Now give us the history of the Mingo inventions in natural
English, and without any ups and downs of voice."</p>
<p>David gazed about him, at the fierce and wild-looking chiefs, in mute
wonder; but assured by the presence of faces that he knew, he soon rallied
his faculties so far as to make an intelligent reply.</p>
<p>"The heathen are abroad in goodly numbers," said David; "and, I fear, with
evil intent. There has been much howling and ungodly revelry, together
with such sounds as it is profanity to utter, in their habitations within
the past hour, so much so, in truth, that I have fled to the Delawares in
search of peace."</p>
<p>"Your ears might not have profited much by the exchange, had you been
quicker of foot," returned the scout a little dryly. "But let that be as
it may; where are the Hurons?"</p>
<p>"They lie hid in the forest, between this spot and their village in such
force, that prudence would teach you instantly to return."</p>
<p>Uncas cast a glance along the range of trees which concealed his own band
and mentioned the name of:</p>
<p>"Magua?"</p>
<p>"Is among them. He brought in the maiden that had sojourned with the
Delawares; and, leaving her in the cave, has put himself, like a raging
wolf, at the head of his savages. I know not what has troubled his spirit
so greatly!"</p>
<p>"He has left her, you say, in the cave!" interrupted Heyward; "'tis well
that we know its situation! May not something be done for her instant
relief?"</p>
<p>Uncas looked earnestly at the scout, before he asked:</p>
<p>"What says Hawkeye?"</p>
<p>"Give me twenty rifles, and I will turn to the right, along the stream;
and, passing by the huts of the beaver, will join the Sagamore and the
colonel. You shall then hear the whoop from that quarter; with this wind
one may easily send it a mile. Then, Uncas, do you drive in the front;
when they come within range of our pieces, we will give them a blow that,
I pledge the good name of an old frontiersman, shall make their line bend
like an ashen bow. After which, we will carry the village, and take the
woman from the cave; when the affair may be finished with the tribe,
according to a white man's battle, by a blow and a victory; or, in the
Indian fashion, with dodge and cover. There may be no great learning,
major, in this plan, but with courage and patience it can all be done."</p>
<p>"I like it very much," cried Duncan, who saw that the release of Cora was
the primary object in the mind of the scout; "I like it much. Let it be
instantly attempted."</p>
<p>After a short conference, the plan was matured, and rendered more
intelligible to the several parties; the different signals were appointed,
and the chiefs separated, each to his allotted station.</p>
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