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<h2> CHAPTER VII. </h2>
<p>"From Sesquehanna's utmost springs,<br/>
Where savage tribes pursue their game,<br/>
His blanket tied with yellow strings,<br/>
The shepherd of the forest came."—Freneau.<br/></p>
<p>Before the Europeans, or, to use a more significant term, the Christians,
dispossessed the original owners of the soil, all that section of country
which contains the New England States, and those of the Middle which lie
east of the mountains, was occupied by two great nations of Indians, from
whom had descended numberless tribes. But, as the original distinctions
between these nations were marked by a difference in language, as well as
by repeated and bloody wars, they were never known to amalgamate, until
after the power and inroads of the whites had reduced some of the tribes
to a state of dependence that rendered not only their political, but,
considering the wants and habits of a savage, their animal existence also,
extremely precarious.</p>
<p>These two great divisions consisted, on the one side, of the Five, or, as
they were afterward called, the Six Nations, and their allies; and, on the
other, of the Lenni Lenape, or Delawares, with the numerous and powerful
tribes that owned that nation as their grandfather The former was
generally called, by the Anglo-Americans Iroquois, or the Six Nations, and
sometimes Mingoes. Their appellation among their rivals, seems generally
to have been the Mengwe, or Maqua. They consisted of the tribes or, as
their allies were fond of asserting, in order to raise their consequence,
of the several nations of the Mohawks, the Oneidas, the Onondagas,
Cayugas, and Senecas; who ranked, in the confederation in the order in
which they are named. The Tuscaroras were admitted to this union near a
century after its foundation, and thus completed the number of six.</p>
<p>Of the Lenni Lenape, or as they were called by the whites, from the
circumstances of their holding their great council-fire on the banks of
that river, the Delaware nation, the principal tribes, besides that which
bore the generic name, were the Mahicanni, Mohicans, or Mohegans, and the
Nanticokes, or Nentigoes. Of these the latter held the country along the
waters of the Chesapeake and the seashore; while the Mohegans occupied the
district between the Hudson and the ocean, including much of New England.
Of course these two tribes were the first who were dispossessed of their
lands by the Europeans.</p>
<p>The wars of a portion of the latter are celebrated among us as the wars of
King Philip; but the peaceful policy of William Penn, or Miquon, as he was
termed by the natives, effected its object with less difficulty, though
not with less certainty. As the natives gradually disappeared from the
country of the Mohegans, some scattering families sought a refuge around
the council-fire of the mother tribe, or the Delawares.</p>
<p>This people had been induced to suffer themselves to be called women by
their old enemies, the Mingoes, or Iroquois. After the latter, having in
vain tried the effects of hostility, had recourse in artifice in order to
prevail over their rivals. According to this declaration, the Delawares
were to cultivate the arts of peace, and to intrust their defence entirely
to the men, or warlike tribes of the Six Nations.</p>
<p>This state of things continued until the war of the Revolution. When the
Lenni Lenape formally asserted their independence, and fearlessly declared
that they were again men. But, in a government so peculiarly republican as
the Indian polity, it was not at all times an easy task to restrain its
members within the rules of the nation. Several fierce and renowned
warriors of the Mohegans, finding the conflict with the whites to be in
vain, sought a refuge with their grandfather, and brought with them the
feelings and principles that had so long distinguished them in their own
tribe. These chieftains kept alive, in some measure, the martial spirit of
the Delawares; and would, at times, lead small parties against their
ancient enemies, or such other foes as incurred their resentment.</p>
<p>Among these warriors was one race particularly famous for their prowess,
and for those qualities that render an Indian hero celebrated. But war,
time, disease, and want had conspired to thin their number; and the sole
representative of this once renowned family now stood in the hall of
Marmaduke Temple. He had for a long time been an associate of the white
men, particularly in their wars, and having been, at the season when his
services were of importance, much noticed and flattered, he had turned
Christian and was baptized by the name of John. He had suffered severely
in his family during the recent war, having had every soul to whom he was
allied cut off by an inroad of the enemy; and when the last lingering
remnant of his nation extinguished their fires, among the hills of the
Delaware, he alone had remained, with a determination of laying his hones
in that country where his fathers had so long lived and governed.</p>
<p>It was only, however, within a few months, that he had appeared among the
mountains that surrounded Templeton. To the hut of the old hunter he
seemed peculiarly welcome; and, as the habits of the Leather-Stocking were
so nearly assimilated to those of the savages, the conjunction of their
interests excited no surprise. They resided in the same cabin, ate of the
same food, and were chiefly occupied in the same pursuits.</p>
<p>We have already mentioned the baptismal name of this ancient chief; but in
his conversation with Natty, held in the language of the Delawares, he was
heard uniformly to call himself Chingachgook, which, interpreted, means
the "Great Snake." This name he had acquired in his youth, by his skill
and prowess in war; but when his brows began to wrinkle with time, and he
stood alone, the last of his family, and his particular tribe, the few
Delawares, who yet continued about the head-waters of their river, gave
him the mournful appellation of Mohegan. Perhaps there was something of
deep feeling excited in the bosom of this inhabitant of the forest by the
sound of a name that recalled the idea of his nation in ruins, for he
seldom used it himself—never, indeed, excepting on the most solemn
occasions; but the settlers had united, according to the Christian custom,
his baptismal with his national name, and to them he was generally known
as John Mohegan, or, more familiarly, as Indian John.</p>
<p>From his long association with the white men, the habits of Mohegan were a
mixture of the civilized and savage states, though there was certainly a
strong preponderance in favor of the latter. In common with all his
people, who dwelt within the influence of the Anglo-Americans, he had
acquired new wants, and his dress was a mixture of his native and European
fashions. Notwithstanding the in tense cold without, his head was
uncovered; but a profusion of long, black, coarse hair concealed his
forehead, his crown, and even hung about his cheeks, so as to convey the
idea, to one who knew his present amid former conditions, that he
encouraged its abundance, as a willing veil to hide the shame of a noble
soul, mourning for glory once known. His forehead, when it could be seen,
appeared lofty, broad, and noble. His nose was high, and of the kind
called Roman, with nostrils that expanded, in his seventieth year, with
the freedom that had distinguished them in youth. His mouth was large, but
compressed, and possessing a great share of expression and character, and,
when opened, it discovered a perfect set of short, strong, and regular
teeth. His chin was full, though not prominent; and his face bore the
infallible mark of his people, in its square, high cheek-bones. The eyes
were not large, but their black orbs glittered in the rays of the candles,
as he gazed intently down the hall, like two balls of fire.</p>
<p>The instant that Mohegan observed himself to be noticed by the group
around the young stranger, he dropped the blanket which covered the upper
part of his frame, from his shoulders, suffering it to fall over his
leggins of untanned deer-skin, where it was retained by a belt of bark
that confined it to his waist.</p>
<p>As he walked slowly down the long hail, the dignified and deliberate tread
of the Indian surprised the spectators.</p>
<p>His shoulders, and body to his waist, were entirely bare, with the
exception of a silver medallion of Washington, that was suspended from his
neck by a thong of buckskin, and rested on his high chest, amid many
scars. His shoulders were rather broad and full; but the arms, though
straight and graceful, wanted the muscular appearance that labor gives to
a race of men. The medallion was the only ornament he wore, although
enormous slits in the rim of either ear, which suffered the cartilages to
fall two inches below the members, had evidently been used for the
purposes of decoration in other days in his hand he held a small basket of
the ash-wood slips, colored in divers fantastical conceits, with red and
black paints mingled with the white of the wood.</p>
<p>As this child of the forest approached them, the whole party stood aside,
and allowed him to confront the object of his visit. He did not speak,
however, but stood fixing his glowing eyes on the shoulder of the young
hunter, and then turning them intently on the countenance of the Judge.
The latter was a good deal astonished at this unusual departure from the
ordinarily subdued and quiet manner of the Indian; but he extended his
hand, and said:</p>
<p>"Thou art welcome, John. This youth entertains a high opinion of thy
skill, it seems, for he prefers thee to dress his wound even to our good
friend, Dr. Todd."</p>
<p>Mohegan now spoke in tolerable English, but in a low, monotonous, guttural
tone;</p>
<p>"The children of Miquon do not love the sight of blood; and yet the Young
Eagle has been struck by the hand that should do no evil!"</p>
<p>"Mohegan! old John!" exclaimed the Judge, "thinkest thou that my hand has
ever drawn human blood willingly? For shame! for shame, old John! thy
religion should have taught thee better."</p>
<p>"The evil spirit sometimes lives in the best heart," returned John, "but
my brother speaks the truth; his hand has never taken life, when awake;
no! not even when the children of the great English Father were making the
waters red with the blood of his people."</p>
<p>"Surely John," said Mr. Grant, with much earnestness, "you remember the
divine command of our Saviour, 'Judge not, lest ye be judged.' What motive
could Judge Temple have for injuring a youth like this; one to whom he is
unknown, and from whom he can receive neither in jury nor favor?"</p>
<p>John listened respectfully to the divine, and, when he had concluded, he
stretched out his arm, and said with energy:</p>
<p>"He is innocent. My brother has not done this."</p>
<p>Marmaduke received the offered hand of the other with a smile, that
showed, however he might be astonished at his suspicion, he had ceased to
resent it; while the wounded youth stood, gazing from his red friend to
his host, with interest powerfully delineated in his countenance.</p>
<p>No sooner was this act of pacification exchanged, than John proceeded to
discharge the duty on which he had come. Dr. Todd was far from manifesting
any displeasure at this invasion of his rights, but made way for the new
leech with an air that expressed a willingness to gratify the humors of
his patient, now that the all-important part of the business was so
successfully performed, and nothing remained to be done but what any child
might effect, indeed, he whispered as much to Monsieur Le Quoi, when he
said:</p>
<p>"It was fortunate that the ball was extracted before this Indian came in;
but any old woman can dress the wound. The young man, I hear, lives with
John and Natty Bumppo, and it's always best to humor a patient, when it
can be done discreetly—I say, discreetly, monsieur."</p>
<p>"Certainement," returned the Frenchman; "you seem ver happy, Mister Todd,
in your pratice. I tink the elder lady might ver well finish vat you so
skeelfully begin."</p>
<p>But Richard had, at the bottom, a great deal of veneration for the
knowledge of Mohegan, especially in external wounds; and, retaining all
his desire for a participation in glory, he advanced nigh the Indian, and
said: "Sago, sago, Mohegan! sago my good fellow I am glad you have come;
give me a regular physician, like Dr. Todd to cut into flesh, and a native
to heal the wound. Do you remember, John, the time when I and you set the
bone of Natty Bumppo's little finger, after he broke it by falling from
the rock, when he was trying to get the partridge that fell on the cliffs?
I never could tell yet whether it was I or Natty who killed that bird: he
fired first, and the bird stooped, and then it was rising again as I
pulled trigger. I should have claimed it for a certainty, but Natty said
the hole was too big for shot, and he fired a single ball from his rifle;
but the piece I carried then didn't scatter, and I have known it to bore a
hole through a board, when I've been shooting at a mark, very much like
rifle bullets. Shall I help you, John? You know I have a knack at these
things."</p>
<p>Mohegan heard this disquisition quite patiently, and, when Richard
concluded, he held out the basket which contained his specifics,
indicating, by a gesture, that he might hold it. Mr. Jones was quite
satisfied with this commission; and ever after, in speaking of the event,
was used to say that "Dr. Todd and I cut out the bullet, and I and Indian
John dressed the wound."</p>
<p>The patient was much more deserving of that epithet while under the hands
of Mohegan, than while suffering under the practice of the physician.
Indeed, the Indian gave him but little opportunity for the exercise of a
forbearing temper, as he had come prepared for the occasion. His dressings
were soon applied, and consisted only of some pounded bark, moistened with
a fluid that he had expressed from some of the simples of the woods.</p>
<p>Among the native tribes of the forest there were always two kinds of
leeches to be met with. The one placed its whole dependence on the
exercise of a supernatural power, and was held in greater veneration than
their practice could at all justify; but the other was really endowed with
great skill in the ordinary complaints of the human body, and was more
particularly, as Natty had intimated, "curous" in cuts and bruises.</p>
<p>While John and Richard were placing the dressings on the wound, Elnathan
was acutely eyeing the contents of Mohegan's basket, which Mr. Jones, in
his physical ardor had transferred to the doctor, in order to hold himself
one end of the bandages. Here he was soon enabled to detect sundry
fragments of wood and bark, of which he quite coolly took possession, very
possibly without any intention of speaking at all upon the subject; but,
when he beheld the full blue eye of Marmaduke watching his movements, he
whispered to the Judge:</p>
<p>"It is not to be denied, Judge Temple, but what the savages are knowing in
small matters of physic. They hand these things down in their traditions.
Now in cancers and hydrophoby they are quite ingenious. I will just take
this bark home and analyze it; for, though it can't be worth sixpence to
the young man's shoulder, it may be good for the toothache, or rheumatism,
or some of them complaints. A man should never be above learning, even if
it be from an Indian."</p>
<p>It was fortunate for Dr. Todd that his principles were so liberal, as,
coupled with his practice, they were the means by which he acquired all
his knowledge, and by which he was gradually qualifying himself for the
duties of his profession. The process to which he subjected the specific
differed, however, greatly from the ordinary rules of chemistry; for
instead of separating he afterward united the component parts of Mohegan's
remedy, and was thus able to discover the tree whence the Indian had taken
it.</p>
<p>Some ten years after this event, when civilization and its refinements had
crept, or rather rushed, into the settlements among these wild hills, an
affair of honor occurred, and Elnathan was seen to apply a salve to the
wound received by one of the parties, which had the flavor that was
peculiar to the tree, or root, that Mohegan had used. Ten years later
still, when England and the United States were again engaged in war, and
the hordes of the western parts of the State of New York were rushing to
the field, Elnathan, presuming on the reputation obtained by these two
operations, followed in the rear of a brigade of militia as its surgeon!</p>
<p>When Mohegan had applied the bark, he freely relinquished to Richard the
needle and thread that were used in sewing the bandages, for these were
implements of which the native but little understood the use: and, step
ping back with decent gravity, awaited the completion of the business by
the other.</p>
<p>"Reach me the scissors," said Mr. Jones, when he had finished, and
finished for the second time, after tying the linen in every shape and
form that it could be placed; "reach me the scissors, for here is a thread
that must be cut off, or it might get under the dressings, and inflame the
wound. See, John, I have put the lint I scraped between two layers of the
linen; for though the bark is certainly best for the flesh, yet the lint
will serve to keep the cold air from the wound. If any lint will do it
good, it is this lint; I scraped it myself, and I will not turn my back at
scraping lint to any man on the Patent. I ought to know how, if anybody
ought, for my grandfather was a doctor, and my father had a natural turn
that way."</p>
<p>"Here, squire, is the scissors," said Remarkable, producing from beneath
her petticoat of green moreen a pair of dull-looking shears; "well, upon
my say-so, you have sewed on the rags as well as a woman."</p>
<p>"As well as a woman!" echoed Richard with indignation; "what do women know
of such matters? and you are proof of the truth of what I say. Who ever
saw such a pair of shears used about a wound? Dr. Todd, I will thank you
for the scissors from the case, Now, young man, I think you'll do. The
shot has been neatly taken out, although, perhaps, seeing I had a hand in
it, I ought not to say so; and the wound is admirably dressed. You will
soon be well again; though the jerk you gave my leaders must have a
tendency to inflame the shoulder, yet you will do, you will do, You were
rather flurried, I sup pose, and not used to horses; but I forgive the
accident for the motive; no doubt you had the best of motives; yes, now
you will do."</p>
<p>"Then, gentlemen," said the wounded stranger, rising, and resuming his
clothes, "it will be unnecessary for me to trespass longer on your time
and patience. There remains but one thing more to be settled, and that is,
our respective rights to the deer, Judge Temple."</p>
<p>"I acknowledge it to be thine," said. Marmaduke; "and much more deeply am
I indebted to thee than for this piece of venison. But in the morning thou
wilt call here, and we can adjust this, as well as more important matters
Elizabeth"—for the young lady, being apprised that the wound was
dressed, had re-entered the hall—"thou wilt order a repast for this
youth before we proceed to the church; and Aggy will have a sleigh
prepared to convey him to his friend."</p>
<p>"But, sir, I cannot go without a part of the deer," returned the youth,
seemingly struggling with his own feelings; "I have already told you that
I needed the venison for myself."</p>
<p>"Oh, we will not be particular," exclaimed Richard; "the Judge will pay
you in the morning for the whole deer; and, Remarkable, give the lad all
the animal excepting the saddle; so, on the whole, I think you may
consider yourself as a very lucky young man—you have been shot
without being disabled; have had the wound dressed in the best possible
manner here in the woods, as well as it would have been done in the
Philadelphia hospital, if not better; have sold your deer at a high price,
and yet can keep most of the carcass, with the skin in the bargain.
'Marky, tell Tom to give him the skin too, and in the morning bring the
skin to me and I will give you half a dollar for it, or at least
three-and-sixpence. I want just such a skin to cover the pillion that I am
making for Cousin Bess."</p>
<p>"I thank you, sir, for your liberality, and, I trust, am also thankful for
my escape," returned the stranger; "but you reserve the very part of the
animal that I wished for my own use. I must have the saddle myself."</p>
<p>"Must!" echoed Richard; "must is harder to be swallowed than the horns of
the buck."</p>
<p>"Yes, must," repeated the youth; when, turning his head proudly around
him, as if to see who would dare to controvert his rights, he met the
astonished gaze of Elizabeth, and proceeded more mildly: "That is, if a
man is allowed the possession of that which his hand hath killed, and the
law will protect him in the enjoyment of his own."</p>
<p>"The law will do so," said Judge Temple, with an air of mortification
mingled with surprise. "Benjamin, see that the whole deer is placed in the
sleigh; and have this youth conveyed to the hut of Leather Stocking. But,
young man thou hast a name, and I shall see you again, in order to
compensate thee for the wrong I have done thee?"</p>
<p>"I am called Edwards," returned the hunter; "Oliver Edwards, I am easily
to be seen, sir, for I live nigh by, and am not afraid to show my face,
having never injured any man."</p>
<p>"It is we who have injured you, sir," said Elizabeth; "and the knowledge
that you decline our assistance would give my father great pain. He would
gladly see you in the morning."</p>
<p>The young hunter gazed at the fair speaker until his earnest look brought
the blood to her temples; when, recollecting himself, he bent his head,
dropping his eyes to the carpet, and replied:</p>
<p>"In the morning, then, will I return, and see Judge Temple; and I will
accept his offer of the sleigh in token of amity."</p>
<p>"Amity!" repeated Marmaduke; "there was no malice in the act that injured
thee, young man; there should be none in the feelings which it may
engender."</p>
<p>"Forgive our trespasses as we forgive those who trespass against us,"
observed Mr. Grant, "is the language used by our Divine Master himself,
and it should be the golden rule with us, his humble followers."</p>
<p>The stranger stood a moment lost in thought, and then, glancing his dark
eyes rather wildly around the hall, he bowed low to the divine, and moved
from the apartment with an air that would not admit of detention.</p>
<p>"'Tis strange that one so young should harbor such feelings of
resentment," said Marmaduke, when the door closed behind the stranger;
"but while the pain is recent, and the sense of the injury so fresh, he
must feel more strongly than in cooler moments. I doubt not we shall see
him in the morning more tractable."</p>
<p>Elizabeth, to whom this speech was addressed, did not reply, but moved
slowly up the hall by herself, fixing her eyes on the little figure of the
English ingrain carpet that covered the floor; while, on the other hand,
Richard gave a loud crack with his whip, as the stranger disappeared, and
cried:</p>
<p>"Well, 'Duke, you are your own master, but I would have tried law for the
saddle before I would have given it to the fellow. Do you not own the
mountains as well as the valleys? are not the woods your own? what right
has this chap, or the Leather-Stocking, to shoot in your woods without
your permission? Now, I have known a farmer in Pennsylvania order a
sportsman off his farm with as little ceremony as I would order Benjamin
to put a log in the stove—By-the-bye, Benjamin, see how the
thermometer stands.—Now, if a man has a right to do this on a farm
of a hundred acres, what power must a landlord have who owns sixty
thousand—ay, for the matter of that, including the late purchases, a
hundred thousand? There is Mohegan, to be sure, he may have some right,
being a native; but it's little the poor fellow can do now with his rifle.
How is this managed in France, Monsieur Le Quoi? Do you let everybody run
over your land in that country helter-skelter, as they do here, shooting
the game, so that a gentleman has but little or no chance with his gun?"</p>
<p>"Bah! diable, no, Meester Deeck," replied the Frenchman; "we give, in
France, no liberty except to the ladi."</p>
<p>"Yes, yes, to the women, I know," said Richard, "that is your Salic law. I
read, sir, all kinds of books; of France, as well as England; of Greece,
as well as Rome. But if I were in 'Duke's place, I would stick up
advertisements to-morrow morning, forbidding all persons to shoot, or
trespass in any manner, on my woods. I could write such an advertisement
myself, in an hour, as would put a stop to the thing at once."</p>
<p>"Richart," said Major Hartmann, very coolly knocking the ashes from his
pipe into the spitting-box by his side, "now listen; I have livet
seventy-five years on ter Mohawk, and in ter woots. You had better mettle
as mit ter deyvel, as mit ter hunters, Tey live mit ter gun, and a rifle
is better as ter law."</p>
<p>"Ain't Marmaduke a judge?" said Richard indignantly. "Where is the use of
being a judge, or having a judge, if there is no law? Damn the fellow! I
have a great mind to sue him in the morning myself, before Squire
Doolittle, for meddling with my leaders. I am not afraid of his rifle. I
can shoot, too. I have hit a dollar many a time at fifty rods.</p>
<p>"Thou hast missed more dollars than ever thou hast hit, Dickon," exclaimed
the cheerful voice of the Judge. "But we will now take our evening's
repast, which I perseive, by Remarkable's physiognomy, is ready. Monsieur
Le Quoi, Miss Temple has a hand at your service. Will you lead the way, my
child?"</p>
<p>"Ah! ma chere mam'selle, comme je suis enchante!" said the Frenchman. "Il
ne manque que les dames de faire un paradis de Templeton."</p>
<p>Mr. Grant and Mohegan continued in the hall, while the remainder of the
party withdrew to an eating parlor, if we except Benjamin, who civilly
remained to close the rear after the clergyman and to open the front door
for the exit of the Indian.</p>
<p>"John," said the divine, when the figure of Judge Temple disappeared, the
last of the group, "to-morrow is the festival of the nativity of our
blessed Redeemer, when the church has appointed prayers and thanksgivings
to be offered up by her children, and when all are invited to partake of
the mystical elements. As you have taken up the cross, and become a
follower of good and an eschewer of evil, I trust I shall see you before
the altar, with a contrite heart and a meek spirit."</p>
<p>"John will come," said the Indian, betraying no surprise; though he did
not understand all the terms used by the other.</p>
<p>"Yes," continued Mr. Grant, laying his hand gently on the tawny shoulder
of the aged chief, "but it is not enough to be there in the body; you must
come in the spirit and in truth. The Redeemer died for all, for the poor
Indian as well as for the white man. Heaven knows no difference in color;
nor must earth witness a separation of the church. It is good and
profitable, John, to freshen the understanding, and support the wavering,
by the observance of our holy festivals; but all form is but stench in the
nostrils of the Holy One, unless it be accompanied by a devout and humble
spirit."</p>
<p>The Indian stepped back a little, and, raising his body to its utmost
powers of erection, he stretched his right arm on high, and dropped his
forefinger downward, as if pointing from the heavens; then, striking his
other band on his naked breast, he said, with energy:</p>
<p>"The eye of the Great Spirit can see from the clouds—the bosom of
Mohegan is bare!"</p>
<p>"It is well, John, and I hope you will receive profit and consolation from
the performance of this duty. The Great Spirit overlooks none of his
children; and the man of the woods is as much an object of his care as he
who dwells in a palace. I wish you a good-night, and pray God to bless
you."</p>
<p>The Indian bent his head, and they separated—the one to seek his
hut, and the other to join his party at the supper-table. While Benjamin
was opening the door for the passage of the chief, he cried, in a tone
that was meant to be encouraging:</p>
<p>"The parson says the word that is true, John. If so be that they took
count of the color of the skin in heaven, why, they might refuse to muster
on their books a Christian-born, like myself, just for the matter of a
little tan, from cruising in warm latitudes; though, for the matter of
that, this damned norwester is enough to whiten the skin of a blackamore.
Let the reef out of your blanket, man, or your red hide will hardly
weather the night with out a touch from the frost."</p>
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