I must change the scene now, and advance the courteous3 reader considerably4 in regard to time as well as place on the journey which we have pursued so long together.
It is one of those scenes of romantic beauty on the extreme frontiers of civilisation5, where the rifle has not even yet given place to the plough; where the pioneer husbandman and the painted warrior6 often meet—the one to look with patronising superiority on the savage7, whom he means to benefit; the other to gaze curiously8 at the pale-face, and to wonder, somewhat indignantly, when and where his encroachments are to cease.
Woodlands and prairies, breezy uplands and grassy9 bottoms, alternate in such picturesque10 confusion, and such lovely colours co-mingle, that a painter—had one been there—must have deemed the place at all events the vestibule of paradise.
There is a small hamlet on the slope of a hill, with a broad river winding11 in front, a few hundred yards from the hamlet, which opens out into a lake. On the margin12 of this lake lie a few boats. On the surface of it float a few more boats, with one or two birch-bark canoes. Some of these are moving to and fro; the occupants of others, which appear to be stationary13, are engaged in fishing. There is the sound of an anvil14 somewhere, and the lowing of cattle, and the voices of children, and the barking of dogs at play, and the occasional crack of a gun. It is an eminently15 peaceful as well as beautiful backwood scene.
To a particular spot in this landscape we would direct attention. It is a frame-house, or cottage, which, if not built according to the most approved rules of architecture, is at least neat, clean, comfortable-looking, and what one might style pretty. It is a “clap-boarded” house, painted white, with an edging of brown which harmonises well with the green shrubbery around. There is a verandah in front, a door in the middle, two windows on either side, and no upper storey; but there are attics16 with dormer windows, which are suggestive of snug17 sleeping-rooms of irregular shape, with low ceilings and hat-crushing doorways18.
This cottage stands on the apex19 of a little hill which overlooks the hamlet, commands the river and the lake, as well as an extensive view of a sparsely20 settled district beyond, where the frontier farmer and the primeval forest are evidently having a lively time of it together. In short the cottage on the hill has a decidedly comfortable come-up-quick-and-enjoy-yourself air which is quite charming.
On a certain fine afternoon in autumn Eve Liston, alias21 Waboose, Big Otter22 and I, rode slowly up the winding path which led to this cottage. We had been directed to it by the postmaster of the hamlet,—a man who, if he had been condemned23 to subsist24 solely25 on the proceeds of the village post-office, would have been compelled to give up the ghost, or the post, in a week.
“We must be careful, Eve, how we break it to her,” said I, as we neared the top.
Arrived at the summit of the hill we found a rustic26 table, also a rustic seat on which was seated a comely27 matron engaged in the very commonplace work of darning socks. She cast on us a sharp and remarkably28 penetrating29 glance as we approached. Doubtless our appearance was peculiar30, for a pretty maiden31 in savage costume, a somewhat ragged32 white man, and a gigantic savage, all mounted on magnificent steeds and looking travel-stained and worn after a journey of many weeks, was not probably an everyday sight, even in those regions.
Dismounting and advancing to act as spokesman, while my companions sat motionless and silent in their saddles, I pulled off my cap.
“I have been directed to this house as the abode34 of Mrs Liston,” said I with a tremor35 of anxiety, for I knew that the comely matron before me could not be she whom I sought, and feared there might be some mistake.
“You have been directed aright, sir. May I ask who it is that desires to see her?”
“My name is Maxby,” said I, quickly, for I was becoming nervously36 impatient. “I am quite a stranger to Mrs Liston, but I would see her, because I bring her news—news of importance—in fact a message from her long-lost son.”
“From Willie Liston?” exclaimed the lady, starting up, and seizing my arm, while she gazed into my face with a look of wild surprise. “Is he—but it cannot be—impossible—he must be—”
“He is dead,” said I, in a low, sad voice, as she hesitated.
“Yes,” she returned, clasping her hands but without any of the wild look in her eyes now. “We have mourned him as dead for many, many years. Stay, I will call his—but—perhaps—sometimes it is kindness to conceal37. If there is anything sad to tell, might it not be well to leave his poor mother in ignorance? She is old and—”
“No, madam,” I interrupted, “that may not be. I have a message from him to his mother.”
“A message! Then you knew him?”
“No; I never saw him.”
“Strange! You have a message from him, yet never saw him. Can you not give me the message, to convey it to her? She is getting frail38 and a shock might be serious. I am William Liston’s cousin, and have come to take care of my aunt, and manage her farm.”
“The message, by Mr Liston’s wish,” said I, “was to be delivered by me to his mother. I will be very careful to deliver it gently.”
“Well, I will bring her to you. She usually comes out about this time to enjoy the sunset. I will trust to your discretion39; but bear in remembrance that she is not strong. Forgive me,” she added, turning to my companions, “this surprise has made me forget my duty. Will your friends dismount?”
Eve at once dismounted, and shook the hand which the lady extended; but Big Otter sat quite still, like a grand equestrian40 statue, while the lady entered the house.
I saw that the poor girl was much agitated41, but, true to her Indian training, she laid powerful constraint42 on herself.
In a few minutes an old lady with the sweetest face and most benignant aspect I ever saw, came out of the cottage and advanced to the rustic seat. Before sitting down she looked at us with a pleasant smile, and said,—“You are heartily43 welcome. We are always glad to see strangers in these distant parts.”
While speaking she tremblingly pulled out, and put on, a pair of spectacles to enable her to have a clearer view of her visitors. The scene that immediately followed took me very much by surprise, and completely frustrated all my wise plans of caution.
She looked at me first and nodded pleasantly. Then she looked at Eve, who was gazing at her with an intense and indescribable expression. Suddenly the old lady’s eyes opened to their widest. A death-like pallor overspread her old face. She opened her arms wide, bent44 forward a little towards Eve, and gasped,—“Come to me—Willie!”
Never was invitation more swiftly accepted. Eve bounded towards her and caught her in her arms just in time to prevent her falling.
The poor old mother! For years she had prayed and longed for her lost Willie, though she never once regarded him as “lost.” “Is not the promise sure?” she was wont45 to say, “Ask and ye shall receive.” Even when she believed that the erring46 son was dead she did not cease to pray for him—because he might be alive. Latterly, however, her tone of resignation proved that she had nearly, if not quite, given up all hope of seeing him again in this life, yet she never ceased to think of him as “not lost, but gone before.” And now, when at last his very image came back to her in the form of a woman, she had no more doubt as to who stood before her than she had of her own identity. She knew it was Willie’s child—one glance sufficed to convince her of that—but it was only Willie—the long-lost Willie—that she thought of, as she pressed the weeping girl with feeble fervour to her old and loving heart.
During the time that this scene was enacting47, Big Otter remained still motionless on his horse, without moving a muscle of his grave countenance48. Was he heartless, or was his heart a stone? An observer might readily have thought so, but his conduct when the old lady at last relaxed her hold of Eve, proved that, Indian like, he was only putting stern restraint on himself.
Dismounting with something of the deliberate and stately air of one who is resolved not to commit himself, the Indian strode towards Mrs Liston, and, tenderly grasping one of her hands in both of his, said,—“Weeum!”
Truly there is but a step from the sublime49 to the ridiculous, and in some cases that step is an exceeding short one. It seemed so to me now, as I beheld50 the tall Indian stooping to gaze with intense earnestness into the tear-besprinkled face of the little old lady, who gazed with equally intense amazement51 into his huge, dark visage.
“What does he mean by Weeum?” she asked, with an appealing look at me.
“Weeum,” I replied, “is the Indian way of pronouncing William. Your late son, dear madam, was much beloved and respected by the tribe of Indians with whom he dwelt, and was known to them only by the name of William, or Weeum. This man was his most intimate and loving friend and brother-in-law.”
The poor old lady was deeply affected52 while I spoke33, for of course my words confirmed at last, her long resisted fear that Willie was indeed no longer of this world.
Big Otter waited a few seconds, still holding her hand, and then, turning to me, said in his native tongue,—“Tell the pale-face mother that the sister of Big Otter was the wife of Weeum; that Big Otter loved Weeum better than a brother, and that Weeum loved Big Otter more than any man of his tribe. Every one loved Weeum the Good. He was so kind, and so brave! At first he was very fierce, but afterwards that passed away, and when Waboose began to grow tall and wise, Weeum turned soft like a woman. He spoke often to the red-men about the Great Master of Life, and he taught Big Otter to love the Great Master of Life and the name of Jesus. Often Weeum talked of going to the far south to see one whom he called a dear old one. We did not understand him then. Big Otter understands him now. So shall it be in the great hereafter—things that are dark now shall be light then. But Weeum could not leave his wife and child, and we would not let him take them away. Sometimes Weeum spoke mysteries. One day he said to me, ‘Brother, I must go to the far south to see the dear old one. I will take my wife and child, and will return to you again—if the great Master of Life allows. If, however, I die or am killed, Waboose will reveal all that is in Weeum’s heart. She cannot reveal it now. She will not even understand until a good pale-face visits your tribe.’ Weeum said no more. He left the mind of Big Otter dark. It is no longer dark. It is now clear as the sun at noon. The ‘good pale-face’ is here (pointing to me as he spoke), and the ‘dear old one’ is before me.”
He paused a moment at this point, and then, with an evident effort to suppress emotion, added,—“Weeum was drowned, soon after the day he spoke to me, while trying to save life. Since then there has been no sun in the sky for Big Otter.”
The poor old mother listened to this speech with intense interest and deepening emotion, but I could see that the tears which flowed over the wrinkled cheeks were tears of gladness rather than of sorrow. It could scarcely at that time come as news to her that her son was dead, but it did come as a gladsome surprise that her wilful53 Willie had not only found the Saviour54 himself—or, rather, been found of Him—but that he had spent his latter days in striving to bring others to that great Source of blessedness.
Being too much overcome to speak, she submitted to be led away into the cottage by the comely matron, who had been a keen and sympathetic observer of all that passed. Of course Eve accompanied them, for Weeum’s mother refused to let go her hand, even for a moment, and Big Otter and I were left outside alone.
“Come,” said I, vaulting55 into my saddle, “you and I will go and have a gallop56, my friend, and see the land, for I mean to dwell here and would strongly advise you to do the same.”
“Waugh!” exclaimed the Indian, as he leaped on the back of his steed, and followed me.
“You see,” said I, as we rode along, followed by the admiring gaze of the village children—for, accustomed though they were to savages57, they had never seen so grand an Indian as Big Otter on so magnificent a horse—“you see, they will require some time to clear up matters in the cottage, for Eve’s English, good though it be, is not perfect, and all their minds will naturally be a little confused at first. You did me good service to-day, my friend.”
“How? The speech of Muxbee is mysterious.”
“Don’t you see,” I replied, “that the speech you made to old Mrs Liston, broke the ice as it were, and told her nearly all that I had to tell. And if you knew how many anxious hours I have spent in thinking how I should best break the sad news to the poor old mother, you would better understand how grateful I am to you.”
“The speech of Muxbee is still full of mystery. What does he mean by breaking news? When Big Otter has got news to tell, he tells it. When people have got something to hear, why should they not hear it at once?”
I felt that there are some things which some minds cannot understand; so, instead of answering, changed the subject.
“See,” said I, pointing to a part of the uncleared bush into which we had ridden, “there are two redskins. One is about to let fly an arrow. Hold on—we may disturb his aim!”
Little did I think, riding as we then were in a semi-civilised region—what the aim was that I was so anxious not to disturb.
I was suddenly and rudely enlightened when I heard the twang of the bow, and saw the arrow flying straight towards me. It was too late to leap aside, or dodge59 it. Full on the centre of my chest the shaft60 struck me. I experienced something of the shock that one feels when death is suddenly and very unexpectedly brought near. I have a distinct recollection of the solemn impression made by the belief that my last hour had come, yet I did not fall. I saw that the savage was hastily fitting another arrow to the bow, but was so stunned61 by surprise that I made no effort to save myself. Happily Big Otter had his wits about him. He fired before the arrow winged its flight, and shot the Indian dead.
The other savage at once turned and fled, but my companion gave chase and overtook him in a few seconds. Seeing that he could not escape he turned round, flung down his weapons in token of submission62, and stood sullenly63 before his captor.
Big Otter at once leaped off his steed, seized the man, bound his arms behind him with a thong64, and led him to the spot where the dead man was lying on his face.
Meanwhile, I had discovered that the arrow which should have pierced my heart had been stopped by one of the gold pieces which formed my breastplate! It had, indeed, pierced the coin, but had only entered my flesh about a quarter of an inch! Thanking God for the wonderful deliverance, I plucked it out, and, casting it away, rode up to the place where the dead man lay. My companion had turned him over, and to my great surprise, revealed the face of my old foe, Attick!
“Waugh!” exclaimed Big Otter, turning to the captured savage. “Are there not deer enough in the woods, and buffalo65 enough on the plains, that the red-man should take to testing his arrows on pale-faces?”
“I did not shoot,” was the stern reply.
“True, but you were the companion, perhaps the friend, of the dead man.”
“I was not his friend,” replied the savage, more sullenly than ever.
“Then how came you to be with him when making this cowardly attack?” I asked, in a tone which was meant to conciliate.
The tone had the desired effect. The savage explained that about three weeks previously66 he had, while in danger of being killed by a grizzly67 bear which he had wounded, been rescued by Attick, who told him that he was in pursuit of a foe who had injured him deeply, and whom he meant to hunt to death. Out of gratitude68 the Indian had consented to follow him—believing his story to be true. Attick explained that he had followed his foe from the far north, day by day, week by week, month by month, seeking an opportunity to slay69 him; but so careful a watch had been kept by his foe and the Indian and woman who travelled with him that he had not up to that time found an opportunity. Attick and his new ally had then dogged us to Sunny Creek70—the village at which we had arrived—and, finding that we no longer feared danger from hostile Indians, and had relaxed our vigilance, they had made up their minds to stay there patiently till the deed could be accomplished71. That day, while consulting about the matter in the woods, we had suddenly and unexpectedly appeared before them, and Attick had discharged his arrow.
“But” concluded the savage, with a perplexed72 look, “the pale-face cannot be killed. Arrows cannot pierce him.”
“You are right,” said I, suddenly coming to a decision in regard to the man. “Neither bullet nor arrow can kill me till my work is done, and the Great Master of Life permits me to die. Go—and be more careful whom you follow in future.”
I cut the thong that bound him, as I spoke, and set him free.
Without a word, though with an irresistible73 look of surprise, the savage turned, picked up his weapons and strode majestically74 into the bush.
“My brother is not wise,” remarked Big Otter.
“That may be so,” said I, “but it grieves me that the blood of one Indian has been shed on my account, and I don’t want to let the authorities here have the chance of shedding that of another. Come, we must let them know what has happened.”
So saying I turned and rode off. We went direct to the authorities above-mentioned, told who we were and what we had done, guided a party of men to the scene of the intended murder; and then, while the stars were beginning to twinkle in the darkening sky, returned to see what was going on in the little cottage on the hill at Sunny Creek.
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