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<h2> CHAPTER XIII. </h2>
<p>"And I'll drink out of the quart pot—<br/>
Here's a health to the barley mow.<br/>
"—Drinking Song.<br/></p>
<p>On one of the corners, where the two principal streets of Templeton
intersected each other, stood, as we have already mentioned, the inn
called the "Bold Dragoon". In the original plan it was ordained that the
village should stretch along the little stream that rushed down the
valley; and the street which led from the lake to the academy was intended
to be its western boundary. But convenience frequently frustrates the
best-regulated plans. The house of Mr., or as, in consequence of
commanding the militia of that vicinity, he was called, Captain Hollister,
had, at an early day, been erected directly facing the main street, and
ostensibly interposed a barrier to its further progress. Horsemen, and
subsequently teamsters, however, availed themselves of an opening, at the
end of the building, to shorten their passage westward, until in time the
regular highway was laid out along this course, and houses were gradually
built on either side, so as effectually to prevent any subsequent
correction of the evil.</p>
<p>Two material consequences followed this change in the regular plans of
Marmaduke. The main street, after running about half its length, was
suddenly reduced for precisely that difference in its width; and "Bold
Dragoon" became, next to the mansion-house, by far the most conspicuous
edifice in the place.</p>
<p>This conspicuousness, aided by the characters of the host and hostess,
gave the tavern an advantage over all its future competitors that no
circumstances could conquer. An effort was, however, made to do so; and at
the corner diagonally opposite, stood a new building that was in tended,
by its occupants, to look down all opposition. It was a house of wood,
ornamented in the prevailing style of architecture, and about the roof and
balustrades was one of the three imitators of the mansion-house. The upper
windows were filled with rough boards secured by nails, to keep out the
cold air—for the edifice was far from finished, although glass was
to be seen in the lower apartments, and the light of the powerful fires
within de noted that it was already inhabited. The exterior was painted
white on the front and on the end which was exposed to the street; but in
the rear, and on the side which was intended to join the neighboring
house, it was coarsely smeared with Spanish brown. Before the door stood
two lofty posts, connected at the top by a beam, from which was suspended
an enormous sign, ornamented around its edges with certain curious
carvings in pine boards, and on its faces loaded with Masonic emblems.
Over these mysterious figures was written, in large letters, "The
Templeton Coffee-house, and Traveller's Hotel," and beneath them, "By
Habakkuk Foote and Joshua Knapp." This was a fearful rival to the "Bold
Dragoon," as our readers will the more readily perceive when we add that
the same sonorous names were to be seen over a newly erected store in the
village, a hatter's shop, and the gates of a tan-yard. But, either because
too much was attempted to be executed well, or that the "Bold Dragoon" had
established a reputation which could not be easily shaken, not only Judge
Temple and his friends, but most of the villagers also, who were not in
debt to the powerful firm we have named, frequented the inn of Captain
Hollister on all occasions where such a house was necessary.</p>
<p>On the present evening the limping veteran and his consort were hardly
housed after their return from the academy, when the sounds of stamping
feet at their threshold announced the approach of visitors, who were
probably assembling with a view to compare opinions on the subject of the
ceremonies they had witnessed.</p>
<p>The public, or as it was called, the "bar-room," of the "Bold Dragoon,"
was a spacious apartment, lined on three sides with benches and on the
fourth by fireplaces. Of the latter there were two of such size as to
occupy, with their enormous jambs, the whole of that side of the apartment
where they were placed, excepting room enough for a door or two, and a
little apartment in one corner, which was protected by miniature
palisades, and profusely garnished with bottles and glasses. In the
entrance to this sanctuary Mrs. Hollister was seated, with great gravity
in her air, while her husband occupied himself with stirring the fires,
moving the logs with a large stake burnt to a point at one end.</p>
<p>"There, sargeant, dear," said the landlady, after she thought the veteran
had got the logs arranged in the most judicious manner, "give over poking,
for it's no good ye'll be doing, now that they burn so convaniently.
There's the glasses on the table there, and the mug that the doctor was
taking his cider and ginger in, before the fire here—just put them
in the bar, will ye? for we'll be having the jooge, and the Major, and Mr.
Jones down the night, without reckoning Benjamin Poomp, and the lawyers;
so yell be fixing the room tidy; and put both flip irons in the coals; and
tell Jude, the lazy black baste, that if she's no be cleaning up the
kitchen I'll turn her out of the house, and she may live wid the jontlemen
that kape the 'Coffee house,' good luck to 'em. Och! sargeant, sure it's a
great privilege to go to a mateing where a body can sit asy, without
joomping up and down so often, as this Mr. Grant is doing that same."</p>
<p>"It's a privilege at all times, Mrs. Hollister, whether we stand or be
seated; or, as good Mr. Whitefleld used to do after he had made a
wearisome day's march, get on our knees and pray, like Moses of old, with
a flanker to the right and left to lift his hands to heaven," returned her
husband, who composedly performed what she had directed to be done. "It
was a very pretty fight, Betty, that the Israelites had on that day with
the Amalekites, It seams that they fout on a plain, for Moses is mentioned
as having gone on the heights to overlook the battle, and wrestle in
prayer; and if I should judge, with my little larning, the Israelites
depended mainly on their horse, for it was written 'that Joshua cut up the
enemy with the edge of the sword; from which I infer, not only that they
were horse, but well diseiplyned troops. Indeed, it says as much as that
they were chosen men; quite likely volunteers; for raw dragoons seldom
strike with the edge of their swords, particularly if the weapon be any
way crooked."</p>
<p>"Pshaw! why do ye bother yourself wid texts, man, about so small a
matter?" interrupted the landlady; "sure, it was the Lord who was with
'em; for he always sided with the Jews, before they fell away; and it's
but little matter what kind of men Joshua commanded, so that he was doing
the right bidding. Aven them cursed millaishy, the Lord forgive me for
swearing, that was the death of him, wid their cowardice, would have
carried the day in old times. There's no rason to be thinking that the
soldiers were used to the drill."</p>
<p>"I must say, Mrs. Hollister, that I have not often seen raw troops fight
better than the left flank of the militia, at the time you mention. They
rallied handsomely, and that without beat of drum, which is no easy thing
to do under fire, and were very steady till he fell. But the Scriptures
contain no unnecessary words; and I will maintain that horse, who know how
to strike with the edge of the sword, must be well disoiplyned. Many a
good sarmon has been preached about smaller matters than that one word! If
the text was not meant to be particular, why wasn't it written with the
sword, and not with the edge? Now, a back-handed stroke, on the edge,
takes long practice. Goodness! what an argument would Mr. Whitefield make
of that word edge! As to the captain, if he had only called up the guard
of dragoons when he rallied the foot, they would have shown the inimy what
the edge of a sword was; for, although there was no commissioned officer
with them, yet I think I must say," the veteran continued, stiffening his
cravat about his throat, and raising himself up with the air of a
drill-sergeant, "they were led by a man who knowed how to bring them on,
in spite of the ravine."</p>
<p>"Is it lade on ye would," cried the landlady, "when ye know yourself, Mr.
Hollister, that the baste he rode was but little able to joomp from one
rock to another, and the animal was as spry as a squirrel? Och! but it's
useless to talk, for he's gone this many a year. I would that he had lived
to see the true light; but there's mercy for a brave sowl, that died in
the saddle, fighting for the liberty. It is a poor tombstone they have
given him, anyway, and many a good one that died like himself; but the
sign is very like, and I will be kapeing it up, while the blacksmith can
make a hook for it to swing on, for all the 'coffee-houses' betwane this
and Albany."</p>
<p>There is no saying where this desultory conversation would have led the
worthy couple, had not the men, who were stamping the snow off their feet
on the little plat form before the door, suddenly ceased their occupation,
and entered the bar-room.</p>
<p>For ten or fifteen minutes the different individuals, who intended either
to bestow or receive edification before the fires of the "Bold Dragoon" on
that evening, were collecting, until the benches were nearly filled with
men of different occupations. Dr. Todd and a slovenly-looking,
shabby-genteel young man, who took tobacco profusely, wore a coat of
imported cloth cut with something like a fashionable air, frequently
exhibited a large French silver watch, with a chain of woven hair and a
silver key, and who, altogether, seemed as much above the artisans around
him as he was himself inferior to the real gentle man, occupied a
high-back wooden settee, in the most comfortable corner in the apartment.</p>
<p>Sundry brown mugs, containing cider or beer, were placed between the heavy
andirons, and little groups were found among the guests as subjects arose
or the liquor was passed from one to the other. No man was seen to drink
by himself, nor in any instance was more than one vessel considered
necessary for the same beverage; but the glass or the mug was passed from
hand to hand until a chasm in the line or a regard to the rights of
ownership would regularly restore the dregs of the potation to him who de
frayed the cost.</p>
<p>Toasts were uniformly drunk; and occasionally some one who conceived
himself peculiarly endowed by Nature to shine in the way of wit would
attempt some such sentiment as "hoping that he" who treated "might make a
better man than his father;" or "live till all his friends wished him
dead;" while the more humble pot-companion contented himself by saying,
with a most composing gravity in his air, "Come, here's luck," or by
expressing some other equally comprehensive desire. In every instance the
veteran landlord was requested to imitate the custom of the cupbearers to
kings, and taste the liquor he presented, by the invitation of "After you
is manners," with which request he ordinarily complied by wetting his
lips, first expressing the wish of "Here's hoping," leaving it to the
imagination of the hearers to fill the vacuum by whatever good each
thought most desirable. During these movements the landlady was busily
occupied with mixing the various compounds required by her customers, with
her own hands, and occasionally exchanging greetings and inquiries
concerning the conditions of their respective families, with such of the
villagers as approached the bar.</p>
<p>At length the common thirst being in some measure assuaged, conversation
of a more general nature became the order of the hour. The physician and
his companion, who was one of the two lawyers of the village, being
considered the best qualified to maintain a public discourse with credit,
were the principal speakers, though a remark was hazarded, now and then,
by Mr. Doolittle, who was thought to be their inferior only in the
enviable point of education. A general silence was produced on all but the
two speakers, by the following observation from the practitioner of the
law:</p>
<p>"So, Dr. Todd, I understand that you have been per forming an important
operation this evening by cutting a charge of buckshot from the shoulder
of the son of Leather-Stocking?"</p>
<p>"Yes, sir," returned other, elevating his little head with an air of
importance. "I had a small job up at the Judge's in that way; it was,
however, but a trifle to what it might have been, had it gone through the
body. The shoulder is not a very vital part; and I think the young man
will soon be well. But I did not know that the patient was a son of
Leather-Stocking; it is news to me to hear that Natty had a wife."</p>
<p>"It is by no means a necessary consequence," returned the other, winking,
with a shrewd look around the bar room; "there is such a thing, I suppose
you know, in law as a filius nullius."</p>
<p>"Spake it out, man," exclaimed the landlady; "spake it out in king's
English; what for should ye be talking Indian in a room full of Christian
folks, though it is about a poor hunter, who is but little better in his
ways than the wild savages themselves? Och! it's to be hoped that the
missionaries will, in his own time, make a conversion of the poor devils;
and then it will matter little of what color is the skin, or wedder there
be wool or hair on the head."</p>
<p>"Oh! it is Latin, not Indian, Miss Hollister!" returned the lawyer,
repeating his winks and shrewd looks; "and Dr. Todd understands Latin, or
how would he read the labels on his gailipots and drawers? No, no, Miss
Hollis ter, the doctor understands me; don't you, doctor?"</p>
<p>"Hem—why, I guess I am not far out of the way," returned Elnathan,
endeavoring to imitate the expression of the other's countenance, by
looking jocular. "Latin is a queer language, gentlemen; now I rather guess
there is no one in the room, except Squire Lippet, who can believe that
'Far. Av.' means oatmeal, in English."</p>
<p>The lawyer in his turn was a good deal embarrassed by this display of
learning; for, although he actually had taken his first degree at one of
the eastern universities, he was somewhat puzzled with the terms used by
his companion. It was dangerous, however, to appear to be out done in
learning in a public bar-room, and before so many of his clients; he
therefore put the best face on the matter, and laughed knowingly as if
there were a good joke concealed under it, that was understood only by the
physician and himself. All this was attentively observed by the listeners,
who exchanged looks of approbation; and the expressions of "tonguey mati,"
and "I guess Squire Lippet knows if anybody does," were heard in different
parts of the room, as vouchers for the admiration of his auditors. Thus
encouraged, the lawyer rose from his chair, and turning his back to the
fire, and facing the company, he continued:</p>
<p>"The son of Natty, or the son of nobody, I hope the young man is not going
to let the matter drop. This is a country of law; and I should like to see
it fairly tried, whether a man who owns, or says he owns, a hundred
thousand acres of land, has any more right to shoot a body than another.
What do you think of it, Dr. Todd?"</p>
<p>"Oh, sir, I am of opinion that the gentleman will soon be well, as I said
before; the wound isn't in a vital part; and as the ball was extracted so
soon, and the shoulder was what I call well attended to, I do not think
there is as much danger as there might have been."</p>
<p>"I say, Squire Doolittle," continued the attorney, raising his voice, "you
are a magistrate, and know what is law and what is not law. I ask you,
sir, if shooting a man is a thing that is to be settled so very easily?
Suppose, sir, that the young man had a wife and family; and suppose that
he was a mechanic like yourself, sir; and sup pose that his family
depended on him for bread; and suppose that the ball, instead of merely
going through the flesh, had broken the shoulder-blade, and crippled him
forever; I ask you all, gentlemen, supposing this to be the case, whether
a jury wouldn't give what I call handsome damages?"</p>
<p>As the close of this supposititious case was addressed to the company
generally, Hiram did not at first consider himself called on for a reply;
but finding the eyes of the listeners bent on him in expectation, he
remembered his character for judicial discrimination, and spoke, observing
a due degree of deliberation and dignity.</p>
<p>"Why, if a man should shoot another," he said, "and if he should do it on
purpose and if the law took notice on't, and if a jury should find him
guilty, it would be likely to turn out a state-prison matter."</p>
<p>"It would so, sir," returned the attorney. "The law, gentlemen, is no
respecter of persons in a free country. It is one of the great blessings
that has been handed down to us from our ancestors, that all men are equal
in the eye of the laws, as they are by nater. Though some may get
property, no one knows how, yet they are not privileged to transgress the
laws any more than the poorest citizen in the State. This is my notion,
gentlemen: and I think that it a man had a mind to bring this matter up,
something might be made out of it that would help pay for the salve—ha!
doctor!"</p>
<p>"Why, sir," returned the physician, who appeared a little uneasy at the
turn the conversation was taking, "I have the promise of Judge Temple
before men—not but what I would take his word as soon as his note of
hand—but it was before men. Let me see—there was Mounshier Ler
Quow, and Squire Jones, and Major Hartmann, and Miss Pettibone, and one or
two of the blacks by, when he said that his pocket would amply reward me
for what I did."</p>
<p>"Was the promise made before or after the service was performed?" asked
the attorney.</p>
<p>"It might have been both," returned the discreet physician; "though I'm
certain he said so before I undertook the dressing."</p>
<p>"But it seems that he said his pocket should reward you, doctor," observed
Hiram. "Now I don't know that the law will hold a man to such a promise;
he might give you his pocket with sixpence in't, and tell you to take your
pay out on't."</p>
<p>"That would not be a reward in the eye of the law," interrupted the
attorney—"not what is called a 'quid pro quo;' nor is the pocket to
be considered as an agent, but as part of a man's own person, that is, in
this particular. I am of opinion that an action would lie on that promise,
and I will undertake to bear him out, free of costs, if he don't recover."</p>
<p>To this proposition the physician made no reply; but he was observed to
cast his eyes around him, as if to enumerate the witnesses, in order to
substantiate this promise also, at a future day, should it prove
necessary. A subject so momentous as that of suing Judge Temple was not
very palatable to the present company in so public a place; and a short
silence ensued, that was only interrupted by the opening of the door, and
the entrance of Natty himself.</p>
<p>The old hunter carried in his hand his never-failing companion, the rifle;
and although all of the company were uncovered excepting the lawyer, who
wore his hat on one side, with a certain dam'me air, Natty moved to the
front of one of the fires without in the least altering any part of his
dress or appearance. Several questions were addressed to him, on the
subject of the game he had killed, which he answered readily, and with
some little interest; and the landlord, between whom and Natty there
existed much cordiality, on account of their both having been soldiers in
youth, offered him a glass of a liquid which, if we might judge from its
reception, was no unwelcome guest. When the forester had got his potation
also, he quietly took his seat on the end of one of the logs that lay nigh
the fires, and the slight interruption produced by his entrance seemed to
be forgotten.</p>
<p>"The testimony of the blacks could not be taken, sir," continued the
lawyer, "for they are all the property of Mr. Jones, who owns their time.
But there is a way by which Judge Temple, or any other man, might be made
to pay for shooting another, and for the cure in the bargain. There is a
way, I say, and that without going into the 'court of errors,' too."</p>
<p>"And a mighty big error ye would make of it, Mister Todd," cried the
landlady, "should ye be putting the mat ter into the law at all, with
Joodge Temple, who has a purse as long as one of them pines on the hill,
and who is an asy man to dale wid, if yees but mind the humor of him. He's
a good man is Joodge Temple, and a kind one, and one who will be no the
likelier to do the pratty thing, becase ye would wish to tarrify him wid
the law. I know of but one objaction to the same, which is an
over-careless ness about his sowl. It's neither a Methodie, nor a Papish,
nor Parsbetyrian, that he is, but just nothing at all; and it's hard to
think that he, 'who will not fight the good fight, under the banners of a
rig'lar church, in this world, will be mustered among the chosen in
heaven,' as my husband, the captain there, as ye call him, says—though
there is but one captain that I know, who desarves the name. I hopes,
Lather-Stocking, ye'll no be foolish, and putting the boy up to try the
law in the matter; for 'twill be an evil day to ye both, when ye first
turn the skin of so paceable an animal as a sheep into a bone of
contention, The lad is wilcome to his drink for nothing, until his
shoulther will bear the rifle agin."</p>
<p>"Well, that's gin'rous," was heard from several mouths at once, for this
was a company in which a liberal offer was not thrown away; while the
hunter, instead 'of expressing any of that indignation which he might be
sup posed to feel, at hearing the hurt of his young companion alluded to,
opened his mouth, with the silent laugh for which he was so remarkable;
and after he had indulged his humor, made this reply:</p>
<p>"I knowed the Judge would do nothing with his smooth bore when he got out
of his sleigh. I never saw but one smooth-bore that would carry at all,
and that was a French ducking-piece, upon the big lakes; it had a barrel
half as long agin as my rifle, and would throw fine shot into a goose at
one hundred yards; but it made dreadful work with the game, and you wanted
a boat to carry it about in. When I went with Sir William agin' the
French, at Fort Niagara, all the rangers used the rifle; and a dreadful
weapon it is, in the hands of one who knows how to charge it, and keep a
steady aim. The captain knows, for he says he was a soldier in Shirley's;
and, though they were nothing but baggonet-men, he must know how we cut up
the French and Iroquois in the skrimmages in that war. Chingachgook, which
means 'Big Sarpent' in English, old John Mohegan, who lives up at the hut
with me, was a great warrior then, and was out with us; he can tell all
about it, too; though he was overhand for the tomahawk, never firing more
than once or twice, before he was running in for the scalps. Ah! times is
dreadfully altered since then. Why, doctor, there was nothing but a foot
path, or at the most a track for pack-horses, along the Mohawk, from the
Jarman Flats up to the forts. Now, they say, they talk of running one of
them wide roads with gates on it along the river; first making a road, and
then fencing it up! I hunted one season back of the Kaatskills, nigh-hand
to the settlements, and the dogs often lost the scent, when they came to
them highways, there was so much travel on them; though I can't say that
the brutes was of a very good breed. Old Hector will wind a deer, in the
fall of the year, across the broadest place in the Otsego, and that is a
mile and a half, for I paced it my self on the ice, when the tract was
first surveyed, under the Indian grant."</p>
<p>"It sames to me, Natty, but a sorry compliment to call your comrad after
the evil one," said the landlady; "and it's no much like a snake that old
John is looking now, Nimrod would be a more becoming name for the lad, and
a more Christian, too, seeing that it conies from the Bible. The sargeant
read me the chapter about him, the night before my christening, and a
mighty asement it was to listen to anything from the book."</p>
<p>"Old John and Chingachgook were very different men to look on," returned
the hunter, shaking his head at his melancholy recollections. "In the
'fifty-eighth war' he was in the middle of manhood, and taller than now by
three inches. If you had seen him, as I did, the morning we beat Dieskau,
from behind our log walls, you would have called him as comely a redskin
as ye ever set eyes on. He was naked all to his breech-cloth and leggins;
and you never seed a creatur' so handsomely painted. One side of his face
was red and the other black. His head was shaved clean, all to a few hairs
on the crown, where he wore a tuft of eagle's feathers, as bright as if
they had come from a peacock's tail. He had colored his sides so that they
looked like anatomy, ribs and all, for Chingachgook had a great taste in
such things, so that, what with his bold, fiery countenance, his knife,
and his tomahawk, I have never seen a fiercer warrior on the ground. He
played his part, too, like a man, for I saw him next day with thirteen
scalps on his pole. And I will say this for the 'Big Snake,' that he
always dealt fair, and never scalped any that he didn't kill with his own
hands."</p>
<p>"Well, well!" cried the landlady, "fighting is fighting anyway, and there
is different fashions in the thing; though I can't say that I relish
mangling a body after the breath is out of it; neither do I think it can
be uphild by doctrine. I hope, sargeant, ye niver was helping in sich evil
worrek."</p>
<p>"It was my duty to keep my ranks, and to stand or fall by the baggonet or
lead," returned the veteran. "I was then in the fort, and seldom leaving
my place, saw but little of the savages, who kept on the flanks or in
front, skrimmaging. I remember, howsomever, to have heard mention made of
the 'Great Snake,' as he was called, for he was a chief of renown; but
little did I ever expect to see him enlisted in the cause of Christianity,
and civilized like old John."</p>
<p>"Oh! he was Christianized by the Moravians, who were always over-intimate
with the Delawares," said Leather-Stocking. "It's my opinion that, had
they been left to themselves, there would be no such doings now about the
head-waters of the two rivers, and that these hills mought have been kept
as good hunting-ground by their right owner, who is not too old to carry a
rifle, and whose sight is as true as a fish-hawk hovering—"</p>
<p>He was interrupted by more stamping at the door, and presently the party
from the mansion-house entered, followed by the Indian himself.</p>
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