r-NRLF B 3 3E2 SSfi j THE LIBRARY OF THE UNIVERSITY OF CALIFORNIA PRESENTED BY PROF. CHARLES A. KOFOID AND MRS. PRUDENCE W. KOFOID tp WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST: WITH SOME ACCOUNT OP BUTTERNUT CASTLE, ABEL L"OG - ' Laugh at all things, Great and small things, Sick or well, on sea or shore." EDINBURGH: JAMES HOGG. LONDON: R. GROOMBRIDGE & SONS. MDCCCLIV. EDINBURGH: PRINTED BY j. HOGG. V in of t\t |nstntdor, THIS WORK IS INSCRIBED ABEL LOG. PROLOGUE. TO THE READER. To pen a story, or sketch of travel, for a magazine, is one thing; to write a work for publication by itself, is another. In the former case, your paper appears among several others, and, like a bad shilling between two good crown-pieces, nothing more may b heard of it; in the latter, your book has to stand upon its individual merits and the author may never hear the last of it. Here is a book containing some sketches of travel which originally ap- peared in the pages of HOGG'S INSTRUCTOR. They were hastily written; and when I learned, a little time since, that it was the Proprietor's in- tention to publish them in a volume, I immediately set to work, blotting out, re-writing, and revising, to the very best of my abilities; but soon discovered that it was a much easier thing to write a new story, than to patch up an old one, and the consequence is, that, although I have done my utmost to make the WHITTLINGS worthy of your perusal, they still fall considerably short of what I wished to see them before they were submitted to you in their present form. Should any curious person feel moved to inquire whether, in rendering this account of my peregrinations, I have in the slightest degree availed yi PROLOGUE. myself of the usual traveller's license, I can only say, that, what with penning down, copying out, revising, and examining proofs, I have the whole narrative by heart, and most scrupulously believe every word of it. ABEL LOG. IVYNOOK, September 1854. POSTSCRIPT. I should perhaps explain, that I gave these papers the name of Whittlings in allusion to a rather droll propensity which has been laid at the door of our kind and hospitable friends in the West; viz., that of inflicting, with their clasp-knives, during conversation, certain deep notches, and fancy devices, upon any chairs, tables, mantelpieces, book- shelves, sideboards, writing-desks, piano-legs, and all kinds of furniture to which at the moment they may happen to be contiguous; but I must confess that I have met with vary few instances of the kind, and those only among the lower orders of society. By WHITTLINGS, then, are, if you please, to be understood the Chips, or Shavings (carefully swept up, put into bags, numbered, and sent over for your distinguished inspection), gleaned from that decorative pro- cess to which such chairs, tables, mantelpieces, book-shelves, sideboards, writing-desks, piano-legs, and all kinds of furniture aforesaid, may have thus from time to time been subjected. WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST, ERRATA. Page 126, line 4, for " morning air," read " morning airing." . .'. 1 46, ... 1 3, for " secret himself," read " secrete himself." . . . 259, ... 27, for " fit state of a murderer and bully," read " fit fate of a murderer and bully." ... 263, ... 32, for "over the bison prairies," read "upon the bison prairies." ... 371, ... 18, for " and the persons," read " and the Shakers." . . . 424, ... 17, for" threw himself suddenly back," read " threw him- self back." belaying-pin ; the chief mate, Mr Tongs, was poising his per- son upon the heel of the bowsprit, and issuing a variety of very vociferous orders, to which no one appeared to be paying the slightest attention; the second mate, Mr Major, was ropes- ending a thin boy an operation that officer was pleased face- tiously to term "sweetening him up;" and four or five of the stoutest of the crew were in the act of hoisting the maintop- sail, and timing their labours to a popular nautical ditty, the words of which (though particularly select and striking) I un- fortunately neglected to commit to paper. To the best of my recollection, however, they ran as follows : " Now-you-bad-sing-ers yeo-yeo-yeo-heave-ho, You-are-no-good-here I-know-ow-aw-ow; Bowse-'em-up-there-boys sing-pul-ly-hoi-ho, Cheer-ly-men-cheer-ly heave-cheer ly-yeo-ho." I recollect, too, that the melody came to a premature close ; a A vi PROLOGUE. myself of the usual traveller's license, I can only say, that, what with penning down, copying out, revising, and examining proofs, I have the whole narrative by heart, and most scrupulously believe every word of it. ABEL LOG. IVYNOOK, September 1854. POSTSCRIPT or Shavings (carefully swept up, put into bags, numbered, and sent over for your distinguished inspection), gleaned from that decorative pro- cess to which such chairs, tables, mantelpieces, book-shelves, sideboards, writing-desks, piano-legs, and all kinds of furniture aforesaid, may have thus from time to time been subjected. WIIITTLINGS FROM THE WEST, HEAP THE FIRST. THE GOLIGHTLY, Captain Tophamper, for QUEBEC and MON- TREAL; 320 tons per register, and A 1 at Lloyd's. One gun, fourteen men and a-half. Such was the name, and such were the character and des- tination, of the handsome and symmetrical little brig upon whose white quarterdeck I found myself standing, early on the morning of the memorable first of April, one thousand eight hundred and forty- six. The captain an^ supercargo had gone below: the pilot was sitting upon the combings of the after-hatchway, smoking a cigar the size of an ordinary belaying-pin ; the chief mate, Mr Tongs, was poising his per- son upon the heel of the bowsprit, and issuing a variety of very vociferous orders, to which no one appeared to be paying the slightest attention; the second mate, Mr Major, was ropes- ending a thin boy an operation that officer was pleased face- tiously to term "sweetening him up;" and four or five of the stoutest of the crew were in the act of hoisting the maintop- sail, and timing their labours to a popular nautical ditty, the words of which (though particularly select and striking) I un- fortunately neglected to commit to paper. To the best of my recollection, however, they ran as follows : ' ' N o w-y ou-bad-sing-ers y eo-yeo-yeo-heave-ho, You-are-no-good-here I-know-ow-aw-ow; Bowse-' em-up-tkere-boys sing-pul-ly-hoi-ho, Ckeer-ly-men-cheer-ly heave-cheer ly-yeo-ko." I recollect, too, that the melody came to a premature close ; a A 2 WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. large block, through which some clumsy hand aloft was reev- ing a rope, having fallen upon the head of the principal singer, a fine young tar with ringlets, who rubbed the wounded por- tion of his cranium violently, and swore in a most shocking manner. "Boat waiting alongside, sar," said the black steward, Mr Caleb Chin, as he passed me with a tureen of soup, on his way to the cook's galley. "Boat waiting? what for?" said I, looking indignantly over the vessel's quarter. "Anything the matter, sir?" asked Mr Tongs, raising his cap gracefully. "Oh, I understand; it is an old story. This rascal agreed to put you on board for half-a-crown, I suppose." " Yes; and as it was a long pull, I gave him five shillings." " Very good. Any one for shore ? No. Cast off there." The waterman still held on with his hook. " What do you want, my good fellow?" said Tongs, smiling hideously. " Another crown, your honour," was the reply. " Hold on a bit, then," said the mate, running away for a moment, and then re- appearing with a two-and-thirty pound shot in his arms " Here, you needn't mind the change take care of your toes ah! I thought you wouldn't wait for it;" and, having arranged the difficulty, Mr Tongs bowled the heavy iron mass back to the spot from which he had taken it, and returned to abuse two or three of the seamen who were paying out some rope in the forecastle. " You may as well hoist that foresail," said the surly pilot, taking the cigar from his mouth, and eyeing it affectionately. " Ay, ay, sir," responded Mr Major, issuing the necessary commands. " And the jib," added the pilot, gruffly. The order was obeyed with alacrity. "And I don't care if you shake out that foretopsail; there's a bit of a breeze springing up." " Away aloft, two or three of you, and set that foretopsail," cried Mr Major, in his loudest key. WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. 3 " And brace up that foreyard there," continued the sour pilot; " it's swinging about like a barber's pole." Mr Major, who was an old man-of-war's-man, and had seen service, growled a disapproval of this reflection upon his sea- manship, and executed the order with his own hands. At this moment Captain Tophamper came upon deck, and welcomed me cordially. He was a middle-aged, weatherbeaten- looking man, with a good-humoured face, a frank blue eye, and a profusion of picturesque curly auburn hair. He intro- duced me to the supercargo, Mr O'Toole, a handsome young Irishman, with a florid complexion and excellent teeth; and we all three went below to breakfast. " Are you a good sailor, sir?" asked the supercargo, with an engaging smile. " Very at least I think so." Here the captain and mate (for the latter had just joined us) exchanged a look a sly look, which said a great deal. " Let me assist you to some more beef," said the skipper, turning to me; "the fresh breeze should give you an appetite. Should it not, Tongs?" Tongs said it should, and, wishing to set a good example, suffered his own plate to be replenished. The bustle on deck began now in some measure to subside, and the fitful plash of the waves against the sides of the vessel to whisper of bluster- ing winds and blue sea-water. " We shall be a nice, snug, agreeable party," said Captain Tophamper, rubbing his hands, and attacking a bottle of pickled onions. " Our last voyage was not a pleasant one, for we had an old gentleman on board, who did nothing but drink brandy and water, and play the violoncello; and a young lady, poor thing! with an infant in arms. It was her first trip to sea, and she was too ill to take care of herself much more of the child." "How did you manage with them, then?" asked the supercargo. " It would not be civil to anybody but the carpenter," said Captain Tophamper, " so we made him nurse it. You can't 4 WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. conceive the trouble we had with that infant. One day Mr Chips was wanted in a hurry. It was blowing a gale, and we had sprung our foreto'gallant mast, so all hands had to fall to work and rig another. l Where's the carpenter?' said I. " ' Feeding the babby, sir/ was the reply. " * Feeding the babby ! drown the babby ! Send him here.' " ' I can't, sir; the child won't let him come.' " ' Tell him to bring it with him, then,' thundered I, almost choked with rage; and presently, sure enough, up came Mr Chips with the infant tucked under one arm as though it had been an umbrella, or a marlinespike." " A very awkward encumbrance, upon my word," said Mr O'Toole. Captain Tophamper nodded. " At last the child became so attached to him that he was not able to stir a yard without it; so, as Mr Chips was but a bad nurse, he used to carry the little bald chap about in one of the ship's paint-pots, and set it beside him wherever he wasat work." " Wind's drawing aft a little, sir," said the second mate, putting his head into the cabin. Mr Major was not called upon to furnish this piece of intelligence, but he thought that Tongs had been quite long enough at the breakfast-table, and he was anxious to get there himself. " Very well, I shall be on deck presently," responded Captain Tophamper; and he was as good as his word. Mr O'Toole and I accompanied him. The shores of England were fast lessening in the distance; the sky was no longer blue; the waves no longer glittered in the sunlight; and, in spite of the novelty of my situation and prospects, I began to labour under that disagreeable heaviness of heart and depression of spirit which are inseparable from the last look one bends upon his native land. Perchance, too, my features were in some degree indicative of the state of my feelings, as the mate presently walked aft, and asked if I were ill. I replied with scorn that I was not that I had seldom felt better. He saw that I was not conversationally disposed, and, going hastily away, abused some of the tars in no measured WHITTLINGS FROM: THE WEST. 5 terms, and assured them, that, as they would find him a pretty taut hand, it would be well if they took care what they were about; whereupon the pilot said he was glad to see they had got a lad of spirit among them, and lighted a fresh cigar. On returning below, I found the skipper alone, with three decanters before him. Mr O'Toole had retired to his " state- room." Captain Tophamper shook his head in a melancholy manner, and invited me to sit down; observing,, that it was his invariable custom on leaving port to dedicate one bottle to his absent wife, and another to each of his two children. " I brought Betsy to sea with me once," said Captain Tophamper, " but the dear creature was ill the whole voyage, and always fancying we were going down. She would make me sit by her side, and take my hand, and say, ' Now, my love, we are going, and it's all over farewell, George!' It was more than my feelings could stand, Mr Abel, and I have never ventured to bring Betsy with me since." Towards evening the breeze freshened almost into a gale, and the quicksilver in the barometer fell rapidly. Mr O'Toole was walking the deck stoutly. He Had eaten very little dinner, and his lips were white. I saw the captain exchange another of those sly looks with the mate, and was on the eve of demanding an explanation, but forbore. Soon afterwards the spray began to dash over the brig's bows, and her deck to grow slippery and slanting. I glanced again at Mr O'Toole. He was standing upon one leg, and looking as though he would gladly have exchanged all his worldly wealth for some con- venient spot on which he might deposit the other. The next minute he was upon his back. The wind now blew (as I thought) a perfect hurricane, and the Golightly laboured heavily. The mainroyal was furled, a reef taken in the fore- topsail, and the foretopmast-staysail set. I hooked one arm in the shrouds, and the other round a belaying-pin. The captain advised me to go below, but I declined. The supercargo, being less refractory, suffered the black steward, Mr Caleb Chin, to lead him to the companion ; and the vessel giving an alarming pitch at the moment, they were both precipitated 6 WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. down the ladder together. I saw nothing more of Mr O'Toole until the next day. "How do you like the motion, sir?" inquired Captain Tophamper, steadying himself with a great effort, and clapping both hands suddenly to his sou'wester, which a frolicsome puff of wind had snatched from his head. " It is exceedingly pleasant," said I, with a spasm ; " very delightful indeed." " Had you not better go below ? it will blow a little towards night." " Blow a little ! is it not blowing now ?" " 0, this is a mere cat's-paw. Ah, take care!" The Go- lightly, as he spoke, gave a frightful roll, and I saw- my legs sticking straight out upon a level with the horizon. I clung with all my might to the two belay ing- pins, and Captain Top- hamper laughed till the tears ran down his face. " That is just the way I was taken once when a youngster," cried he, as soon as his merriment would suffer him to speak; " but you are more fortunate than I was, for the wind, which was pretty high, blew my boots off a pair of Wellingtons, worth a couple of guineas. You will get your sea-legs in a day or two." " I hope so," said I, as the vessel righted. "Is she falling off at all?" asked the captain of Mr Tongs, who guessed what was the matter, and strove to look demure. " Half a point or so ; I am afraid the wind's going to chop round to the west. It looks rather ugly there to leeward." " You think we shall have a squally night, do you?" said I, endeavouring to appear unconcerned. " Well, it's not altogether unlikely," observed the mate, turning his head away, and coughing. Happening to look round, I saw three or four of the crew sitting on the fore- hatchway with their hands to their sides. I heard the black steward chuckle, too, as he put his head up the companion to examine into the state of the weather. I felt annoyed, and began to wonder whether I looked at all white. WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. 7 " What is the matter with Captain Tophamper?" inquired I of Tongs ; " he has lost his colour." " He is always a little poorly when we first put to sea," said the mate, confidentially; " but you mustn't let him know that I told you. And there's that Welsh apprentice asking his messmates to heave him overboard." "I am very glad Captain Tophamper is sick," I said; and a sudden dizziness having seized me, I released the two belay- ing-pins, and made an effort to reach the companion, but found myself between the legs of the man at the wheel. My next attempt was more successful. I managed to gain the first step of the ladder, and a second and then the brig gave another pitch, and I lay upon my face under the cabin table. "Are you hurt, sir?" asked Mr Chin, assisting me to my feet. " I don't know ; which are my quarters, steward ? " Mr Chin opened a door, and taking my arm, led me into a dark apartment about four feet square a sort of bin. " What is this ? " said I. " Your state-room, sir." " Where am I to sleep 1 " The steward pointed to a black hole above us, and then retired, coughing in a most suspicious manner. It was not a season for soliloquy ; my head ached violently, and, after a series of prodigious struggles, I contrived at length to deposit myself in the berth. There were several rats in it, but they scampered away in great haste, and left me in undis- puted possession of my new territory. " And this is what they call a berth," said I, with a sort of groan. " Ay, there only wants a few nails and a lid to make it a coffin," replied a voice close to my ear. " I wish I could doze." " Is that Mr O'Toole?" said I. " It's all that's left of him," was the response. " I'm being eaten by inches. How long have we been at sea?" " About twelve hours, I believe." " And it seems twelve days. Have you been ill?" WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. "No; have you?" " No; good- night." "Good-night!" and, like two babies of an elder growth, we were rocked by the billows to sleep. I did not sleep long, however; the novelty of my situation, the groaning of the vessel's timbers, the splash and thump of the waves against her sides, the howling of the wind, the flap- ping of the sails, the hubbub of angry voices, and the incessant tramp of feet upon the deck above me, did not by any means conduce to slumber, and, like Childe Harold, towards midnight I " awakened with a start." The brig was pitching fearfully, and, every time she pitched, my head came into violent contact with a beam that ran along the upper part of my berth. There was a large cavity, too, close to my ear, which appeared to have an immediate communication with the sea, and through this a continuous stream of cold air, interspersed with an occasional splash of salt water, was poured upon my cheek. My patience was not proof against such a combination of grievances, and springing savagely from the dark hole in which I had lain im- mured, I threw open my state-room door. It was a singular coincidence that Mr O'Toole, worked up into a similar state of frenzy, should just have done likewise. The captain and mate were sitting at the cabin table, poring Over a chart by the sickly light of a very dim oil lamp. They both looked up suddenly. "Is anything the matter, gentlemen?" inquired Captain Tophamper, putting down his compasses. "Matter!" said I, snappishly; "is it nothing to have one's head thumped for four consecutive hours against a beam ?" " And be gobbled by rats into the bargain ! " cried Mr O'Toole, holding up one of his legs, and exhibiting a boot which was minus the upper leather. " Look here !" Captain Tophamper was about to make some appropriate reply, when his gravity gave way, and throwing himself back in his chair, he burst into a fit of laughter that might have been heard in the forecastle. The mate was not backward in reciprocating the skipper's merriment, and a suppressed cachin- WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. 9 nation issuing from the steward's pantry, convinced me that Mr Chin also duly appreciated the humours of this nocturnal conversazione. Very much disgusted with the captain and mate, therefore, and vexed with ourselves for having appealed to their sympathies, Mr O'Toole and I rushed back to our respective state-rooms, slammed the doors with much violence, and resolved to brood over our griefs in private. And with the view of alleviating the unpleasantness of my situation, I tagged together the following rhymes, intended for transmis- sion to a friend who had requested me to favour him with a few of my early nautical experiences : Jacques would go; and, having nothing better to do, I went with him. Had he been anything but my brother-in-law, and a good-natured lad to boot, I would have knocked him over with the paddle, and had my own way in the matter; but things were to be otherwise. Well, so we scaled the crag, monsieur. There was a fine view, and Jacques was pleased; I was not, for my eye rested on a little dark cloud away to windward, and I knew, by the heat of the day, and an odd sort of feel I had about the nostrils, that there was something wrong. ' There it comes,' cried I, pointing to the cloud, ' and now let us get down again as quickly as we can.' Jacques saw there was no time to be lost, and we were just about to descend, when our caps were blown away, and the wind threw us on our faces. They say drowning men catch at straws; a busii or a twig would have been our salvation, but there was neither, and the gale rolled us over and over in the direction of the 1 02 WHITTLJXGS FROM THE WEST. precipice. We seized each other's hands, thinking to offer some resistance. No nothing could stand before it, and away we were whisked to the very edge. A thought then struck me. I roared to Jacques to grasp me tight, and felt for my knife. Diable ! I had left it in the canoe, but I caught a glimpse of Jacques* sticking in his- belt, and, snatching it out, drove the blade, just as we were gliding from the rock, deep into a crevice and there we hung! I thought the tendons of my wrist would have snapped but they held bravely, and we were saved.'* ******* It was the dead of a dark night. Our fire had burned out. Not a breath of air was in motion, and no sound of any kind (save the mellow murmur of the little brook) was audible. There were a few stars twinkling in the far black heaven, and I was lying under the tent contemplating them, when a long loud ear-piercing yell rang through the echoing forest. Bap- tiste (who always lay with one eye and ear open) sprang nimbly to his legs, and at the same tinie, with his unshodden foot, gave his- sleeping brother-in-law so eloquent an admoni- tion to bestir himself, that Jacques was soon, upon has legs also,, and together the two hunters slid from the tent. Baptiste re- quested me to remaia where I was, but I did not feel inclined to forego a share in the adventure, and began to grope for the axe, which was not to be found, so I presumed that the moose- hunter had taken it with him. I succeeded, however, in ap- propriating to myself the stoutest of the three paddles, and with that implement to pioneer my steps, I stole forth ; but, in doing so,, brought my cranium in-to such violent contact with a tree, that the forest for miles around sparkled and flashed for an instant like a second Vauxhall. A perfect silence reigned once more, but I could hear and see nothing whatever of Baptiste, nor of Jacques, and was, of course, quite at a loss to know what construction, to put on the strange sounds that had roused us from our slumbers;, as my head therefore had come into sharp contact with another tree or two, and I had just de- tected myself in the act of stepping from a tall rock into WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. 103 about twenty yards depth of atmosphere, I deemed it only pru- dent to retrace my way to the tent, from which I conceived myself to be distant about one hundred paces. Instead of striding a hundred paces in the direction of the tent, I took precisely that number in an opposite course, and then, hearing a twig snap, paused to listen. The next mo- ment, a dark object slipped between me and the sky, and con- tinued to steal noiselessly onward. In retreating a step to allow it to pass, I trod on another of those dry, brittle, tell-tale little pieces of stick with which the forests abound, and this impru- dent indication of my where-about, was very nearly giving the adventure a fatal turn. The dark mass made a sudden bound forward, and a heavy weapon whistling through the air buried itself deep in the bough of a tree that stretched close above my head, whereupon I gave the paddle a flourish, and brought the flat of it sharply down upon Baptiste's sconce; who laughed, and cried, " Ah, pardonnez, monsieur, I took you for a moose, and that branch above you for your horns. Ma foi, but I nearly brained you ! " We returned to the tent. Jacques was not there. Baptiste, rubbing his bruised crown very much a la Punch, said he had never heard such an odd noise in the forest before, and didn't at all know what to make of it. He suspected that a deer had been set upon by wolves, and sallied out in expectation of fall- ing in for a share of the carcass; but he found all perfectly quiet. Jacques, though, who had a pretty keen nose and penetrating eyes, would perhaps be able to throw some light upon the matter; and presently in Jacques came, puffing very hard, and flinging his long body down upon the hemlock boughs with the air of a man in the last stage of exhaustion. Jacques' story ran as follows: He, like Baptiste, suspected the cry to have come from a wounded deer, and picking his way cautiously up the ravine, presently found himself on the brink of a precipice. A new suspicion then struck him, and swinging his body into a tree, he slid down it to the ground. He had no sooner reached that, than his ear caught the thick breathing of a wretched moose, which had over- 104 WH1TTLINGS FROM THE WEST. stepped itself in the darkness, and fallen down the steep. Jacques sprang upon him and felt for his knife, but he had left that in the potato-kettle. The moose thus attacked made a strong effort to rise, and in the struggle knocked Jacques down, and would have gored him, had not the latter skipped expeditiously out of the way, and seized the animal by the hind leg and tail. Encumbered in this way, the moose ral- lied his little remaining strength, and dragging the resolute hunter after him, struck at once for the river, into which they both rolled together, when the moose succeeded in recovering his liberty, and Jacques had to swim for his life. HEAP THE EIGHTEENTH. The morning proving brilliant and favourable, and Baptiste feeling anxious to be on the move, the tent was struck, the canoe launched, and we shaped our course for Shawinnegamme. As we were now homeward bound, and there was a powerful current, but slight exertion with the paddle was necessary, and the two moose-hunters had an easy time of it. I asked Bap- tiste what he thought of shooting the Grande Pile rapids. He shook his head decisively, and said he dared not; but, if I pleased, he would shoot La petite Pile, though even that was hazardous with so small a canoe. LA PETITE PILE. On approaching this rapid, I saw that the river stole calmly on for about a hundred yards, and then, the current becoming very strong, filed off to the right, and termi- nated in a succession of white boiling waves, and a sudden fall of from three to four feet. Baptiste told me to lie down along the bottom of the canoe, and stir neither hand nor foot. He, on his knees, was directing the little bark's course, while Jacques, similarly deposited in the bows, obeyed his friend's slightest suggestion. Now we begin to feel the current, and now the expression of the moose-hunter's features becomes more earnest and animated. Now we are in the rapids, and anon, WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. 105 rushing onward with the speed of an arrow, we gain the edge of the fall. Baptiste plunges his paddle fiercely in first on one side, and then on the other cries " Sacre!" between his set teeth ; and, while his eyes appear almost on the eve of leap- ing from their sockets, the canoe springs into the air hangs there for a moment there is an intense splash Jacques* straw covering is snatched by a whirlwind from his brows we are enveloped in foam and the " chute" is shot cleverly. Acting upon a seasonable suggestion of Monsieur Jacques (who was a great genius in a small way), we landed in a shady, picturesque little nook of forest, to shelter ourselves from the blazing sun, which had played upon our countenances till they resembled so many copper kettles. The moose-hunter and his comrade, to improve the time, stretched themselves out luxu- riously on the mossed turf, and fell into a state of the most en- viable unconsciousness; while I, relapsing into a habit which, like all evil propensities, is more easily acquired than overcome, committed myself as follows : TO M : All bliss be thine, my gentle friend, On this thy natal day; I pledge thee in the wilderness, Five thousand miles away. The hush of a sweet summer's noon Is brooding over all; 'Twill not permit one leaf to stir, Nor let a dewdrop fall. Two swarthy hunters of the west Lie sleeping at my feet; And so profound a stillness reigns, I hear their bold hearts beat ! Through foaming gorge, and rude ravine, And forests dim and dark, Full many a weary league we've roved, In yonder birchen bark ! But where art thou] and where all all My lonely heart holds dear] I think upon them with a sigh, And check a rising tear. 106 WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. Ah, how I envy yonder sun, That peeps the forest o'er 'Tis but a few hours since he gazed Upon my native shore ! How often fancy bears me back Across the gloomy main, To the sweet valley that I love, And ne'er may see again: To that sweet valley where we roam'd In sunny days of yore, And that dear, happy cottage home,. Which is your home no more 1 I see it yet each primrose path Where we when children stray'd r The rugged hill we used to- climb The garden where we play'd The stream that rippled at its foot The bridge, and willow tree; There's not a spot in the wide world Has half such charms for me. "Whene'er I think of hours like those,, My heart grows sadly chill; Would would that such were yet in store, And we were children still ! " I beg monsieur's pardon," cried Baptis-te, leaping to his feet. " Lazy hound that I am, I fear I hare been asleep." ' I know not how otherwise to account for some very odd sounds that I have heard," said I, laughing;, " but why did you twice unsheath your knife ?" " That brings the whole thing to my recollection," replied the moose-hunter. " I have at home a pretty little blue-eyed girl, with flaxen hair, and I dreamed that mischief had befallen her. I shall be glad to proceed, when monsieur is ready." Monsieur was soon ready, and afloat once more, and in a few minutes we overtook two Indian gentlemen and their ladies, the proprietors of a large quantity of horns and skins (the pro- duce of their last winter's hunt), which they were conveying down to the settlements for disposal. I was not very favour- ably impressed by this party. The red men were two of the most sinister and impertinent-looking fellows that I thought I WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. 107 had ever seen, and their squaws were correspondingly brazen and frightful. Baptiste (as our provision-bag was in a state of collapse) wished to treat with them for some bruised corn and maple sugar, but the uglier of the two red men said they had none to spare, and cracked a rather indelicate joke at our ex- pense. The moose-hunter's eyes flashed fire, and he muttered something in an under-tone to Jacques. The features of Jacques brightened, and he slightly altered his position. We were about to shoot a rapid. Baptiste intended to take the lead, but the foremost Indian, with a clever stroke of his paddle, darted past us, and urged his canoe into the current. The moose-hunter, with a smothered oath, made a tremendous effort, which bent his pine blade almost double; our little craft, obe- dient to the impulse, shot like a beam of light down the rapid, and, coming broadside on to that of the red men, capsized it, and left them sprawling in the flood. Shaking the white foam from my jacket, and dashing the spray from my eye, I inquired of the laughing hunters whether that was premeditated. " Oui, monsieur," they shouted, nodding their heads, " oui, oui, oui" then, glancing back to the enraged red men, " Adieu, mes cheres enfans adieu!" GRANDE MERE again. The portage here had to be made over a bold hill, and down a steep descent; and to walk steadily, even empty-handed, down this descent, after a smart shower of rain had done its best to render the ground as slippery as possible, was no easy matter; and such I found it. When I came to the brow of the slope, I prudently allowed the younger guide to lead the way. He managed a first and a second step pretty well, and a third, and even a fourth, and then he gave a great stride, and shot, bundle, kettles, and all, to the very bottom. It was now my turn. Hesitation was useless. I made two strides, my heels flew into the air, and when I looked round, I found myself sitting, in a very journeyman -tailor-like attitude, upon a heap of leaves, with my back to the trunk of a huge pine. With an air of some chagrin, I quietly gathered up my axe and paddles, and stood awaiting the arrival of the moose-hunter, whom I confidently expected to see shoot the 108 WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST, declivity with a celerity similar to that exhibited by Jacques and myself; but I had reckoned without my host. Baptiste, with the heavy canoe upon his head, strode boldly to the top of the hill, and then majestically down it, without so much as a stumble. Once, in a particularly greasy part, I saw the corners of his mouth pucker up, and his left eye wink, it is true, but that was all. Subsequently to this, I did not feel astonished at anything he did. Had I lost sight of Baptiste for a few minutes, and then discovered him balancing his person upon, the extreme tip of his nose, on the topmost twig of the tallest pine, I should have surveyed him with perfect calmness, and viewed the feat as one which he had done forty times before, and was in the habit of going through once or twice every day. We began to see now that it would be impossible for us to reach Trois Rivieres until late the next evening, and already our provisions were no more. Jacques, however, remarked that a baked squirrel was by no means an objectionable dish, so we all stepped ashore, and into the forest, when he produced his knife, cut a tough twig, shaped it into a bow, applied a piece of cord to it, trimmed an arrow, and began to beat for game* A diminutive chitmunk sat washing his face on a bough near. He did not escape the quick eye of Jacques, who was about to draw, when Baptiste, with a comical application of his foot, caused his brother-in-law to desist, and glide into cover of a pine. Baptiste, making a signal for perfect silence, fell flat upon the ground, and writhed himself away with the stealthi- ness of an adder. Glancing through an opening in the green foliage, I saw, at a little distance, a noble buck bending to a " salt lick." A leaf happening to fall, he tossed up his antlered head, and stood listening, in an attitude of intense attention, not unmingled with alarm ; while Baptiste, reappearing within twenty yards of his intended victim, raised the fatal hatchet, and let it fly. The axe was well aimed, and whistling fairly onward to the mark; but the gallant buck, startled by the flash of the flying steel, allowed it to slip past him, and bury itself in a tree; then, bounding suddenly forward, he leaped WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. 109 ever the outwitted hunter and his brandished knife, and plunged into the depths of the forest. SHAWINNEGAMME. There was a cloud of mist and spray rising over the tree-tops, and a perpetual roar as of a hundred pieces of artillery. Silently we floated down the smooth and treacherous river, almost^ the edge of the hidden falls, then shot off to the right for the portage, launched again, and landed at the foot of a small mountain, over which we pushed our way to the brink of the broad chasm that gaped between us and the cataract. It was a rough but delightful scramble. What with the steep banks we had to climb, and the pools of water we had to jump over, and the obstinate branches we had to creep under, and the prostrate pines we had to walk along; and what with the excitement, and the loss of breath, and the knocks, and the bruises, it formed one of the most agreeable pieces of recreation that I ever enjoyed, and one to which I always look back with considerable interest and satisfaction. The precipice on which we stood faced the torrent; and though the "hell of waters" was upwards of two hundred feet beneath us, we were wet to the very skin by the spray, which is continually rising and falling in dense clouds. As at Grande Mere, the larger body of water comes thundering down at once into the wildest and most romantic of glens; while the lesser makes the circuit of an island, and pours itself through a nar- row channel of rock fifty yards in advance, though both pre- sently meet and mingle. I was about to step forward, think- ing to get a better view of the abyss, when Baptiste thrust his fingers into my cravat, and drew me quickly back. The moose- hunter, apologising for the liberty he had taken, gave the ledge on which I had intended to venture my weight, a sharp prod with his pole. " Voila ! " cried the smiling Baptiste, pointing to the loosened mass of earth as it tumbled into the boil- ing cauldron below " that was monsieur, if I not pull him back!" For reasons that will at once be intelligible to those who de- light in cataract scenery, I wished to see Shawinnegamme with the sun shining full upon it; but the moment I presented my- 110 WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. self, I had to undergo the unspeakable mortification of seeing that luminary (as though it were a premeditated thing) retire abruptly behind the clouds. I was not to be put off in any such way, however, and sat down patiently to await his reappear- ance; nor did I wait in vain. By and by (perhaps under the impression that I had become disheartened, and gone away) he thrust the clouds haughtily aside (just as an emperor might the folds of his tent), and walked majestically out. The daz- zling effect of his golden beams, however, upon so stupendous a body of tumbling water, and the loveliness of the many-tinted bow to which they immediately gave birth, are among those brilliant creations those " forms of light," and " things of beauty," which language can never adequately portray, but which " once seen, become a part of sight," and once received into the mind, are indelibly stamped there, and remain "a joy for ever." Jacques (who was always either complaining of hunger, or making an important discovery) intimated by a signal that something of unusual interest was taking place in the valley below. Baptiste and I stepped aside, and looked in the direc- tion of the river. Our friends, the Indians, were in the act of gliding quietly past the base of the little mountain on which we stood. They had recovered their horns and skins, but were manifestly a little sore still, for the taller of the two red men, happening to catch a glimpse of us, brandished his rifle fiercely, and raised a whoop that might have been heard up at Grande Pile. Baptiste said he had no doubt if the " pauvre ga^on's" powder had not been damp, he would, by way of expressing his kind feeling to our party, have presented us with a spare bit or two of lead. While he was yet speaking, the moose-hunter, closely followed by Jacques, leaped over a fallen hemlock, and toge'ther went scampering madly down the steep. As I was not a little anxious to learn what could have called for so strange and unexampled an exhibition of agility, I at once fol- lowed suit, vaulting over the prostrate pine as nimbly as my weary limbs would enable me, and swinging myself down by the overhanging boughs, till I reached the small patch of clear- WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. Ill ing which Baptiste had chosen for the scene of our nightly bivouac. A single glance put me in possession of the whole state of affairs here. The Indians contemplated seizing upon our canoe, and shoving it off into the rapids a piece of rascality which would have put a stop to our procedure down the river, and caused us a great deal of annoyance and trouble. With a few dexterous strokes of the paddle, they diverged from the main stream, and pushed for shore; but there they paused, for the enraged moose-hunter sprang to the canoe before them, and, placing one leg on either side of it (just as one might be- stride a slain buffalo), brandished the heavy axe above his head, in a manner that struck terror to the hearts of the enemy, and induced them to beat a rapid retreat. Jacques, meanwhile, with his arms folded (though evidently ready to render essen- tial service with them, should occasion demand it), figured no less conspicuously in the background, leaning his long body against a tree, and laughing uproariously at the distorted visages of the two squaws, who, foaming with rage, and shaking their clenched fists wildly at him, were "exhausting their vocabulary of all its choicest and most endearing epithets. As the account of our encampment at these falls would be but a recapitulation of what took place on the evening of our sojourn at Grande Mere, I shall forbear to inflict it upon the reader, and perhaps the present moment may not be deemed an inappropriate one for the relation of a short story, the substance of which was communicated to me by my veracious friend the raoose-hunter. We will call it A LEGEND OF SH A WINNE G A MME. " A choicer spot," Frank Furlough cried, " You'll seek in vain for, far and wide. A night once here I spent A jovial night, with best of cheer, For by good luck we shot a deer." " 'Tis well," Big-hatchet said; "then here, Methinks we'll pitch our tent." Frank Furlough was a handsome youth, A handsomer, you'd scarce, in. sooth, 112 WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. Meet in a twelvemonth's walk; His face was like a morn in June, His voice was like a pleasant tune,. His quick bright glance was like the moon Upon a tomahawk. Big- hatchet was a chief as stout, A good hand at a wrestling bout, And mighty as a flood; As bold a brave as ever stepp'd, As sly as any snake that crept, For in his veins there ran and leapt A dash of Huron blood. They hew'd the logs they lit a fire They heap'd the fuel higher higher And supp'd on a bear's ham; And there, with hunter ease and tact, They laugh'd, and talk'd, and bivouack'd, Hard by the mighty cataract Of bold Shawinnegamme.* The flames illumed the wild strange place, And round each hunter's swarthy face Began to slip and play; While, down this lone and grim retreat, In one vast, white, unbroken sheet, The torrent fell two hundred feet, And splash'd them with its spray. Quoth Furlough, " Joy to thee and thine; About this maid for whom you pine, Big-hatchet, let us talk." Big-hatchet's air grew frank and free, He stirr'd the logs with his fusee : " The maid I dote on dwells," quoth he, " Beside the blue Mohawk." Frank pass'd his hand across his brow " Ha! by the blue Mohawk, said'st thou 1 ? 'Tis well, I would hear more." " Then lend an ear," returned the chief, " And if the tale should prove too brief, I'll tell of maids I've left in grief, Till you might count a score." " Then, if 'twould act so base a part, A curse upon thy coward heart ! * Pronounced Shaw-win-ne-gam. WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. 113 But, hunter, to thy tale. "What of this maiden] Was she fair? What colour were her eyes? her hair? And was her figure plump, or spare? Say on, nor look so pale." " What boots it now her charms to tell ! The maid was fond I loved she fell Nay, grasp not thy fusee I swore to make the nymph my bride " " Her name her name," Frank Furlough cried; Big-hatchet laughed, and then replied, . " They call her Miami." Up leap'd Frank Furlough at the word, His beating heart's best blood was stirr'd, And panted for the fray. Far better that heart's blood were spilt, Than he should live to learn her guilt; The golden castles years had built, One breath now blew away. Big-hatchet all the challenge felt, He drew his knife from out his belt Fire flashed from his dark eye; No word of insult left his tongue, But fiercely to his feet he sprung, And while hill, glen, and forest rung, He raised his battle-cry. Short, stern, and deadly was the strife, High-poised in air each death-fraught knife, One fearful moment gleam'd; Tight tighter grew Big-hatchet's grasp, Frank Furlough's hand released its clasp; He drew one sigh he gave one gasp And forth life's torrent stream'd. True to its aim, the reeking blade A passage for his soul had made Red ran the forest sod; Big-hatchet's visage paler grew, Around the corse his arms he threw " That I this foul deed could undo, God! OGod! OGod!" He felt Frank's heart, if it had heat, He knelt to learn if yet it beat, But that was cold and still; Then bitter was his bosom's groan, And sorrow-stung, dejected, lone, 114 WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. The dews of morning found his own As lifeless and as chill. Long did the faithful Miami Keep watch for him she wept to see, Beside her cottage door; In vain the sob, in vain the sigh, The tear that gathered in her eye Days, weeks, months, years, roll'd sadly by, But Frank return'd no more. HEAP THE NINETEENTH. I did not contrive to pass the present night quite so com- fortably as I had done the two or three previous ones. A shower of rain had fallen, the fire burned but sulkily, and, owing either to the fatigues I had suffered, or the severe pen- ance my craving stomach had undergone (for a brace of baked squirrels are, at the best, but a slender repast for three hungry men), for several hours I was the victim of a strange and novel species of nightmare, which kept both my mind and body in a state of the most distressing anxiety and bustle. The moose- hunter, like all true Canadians, was in the habit of smoking a little, ugly, black, greasy, clay pipe. This pipe had about an eighth of an inch of stem to it in fact, just enough for his teeth to hold it by, all the rest was bowl and when the con- tents of it were in active combustion, I had always marvelled how it was that his nose, which jutted immediately over them, and looked like a piece of meat broiling, had not long since been reduced to ashes. The presentiment that a calamity of so painful a nature must sooner or later inevitably take place, so possessed me this night, that I fancied the ill-fated feature had at last caught, and was consuming with frightful rapidity. I accordingly jumped up, and made a careful examination of the article in question, but, finding all quite safe, lay down again. A second and a third time I arose, and went through a similar piece of pantomime, and with the same success. At WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. 115 length the idea gained such ground, that, as the readiest mode of quenching the supposed conflagration, and calming my own anxieties, I was compelled to keep one of the kettles, with a good supply of cold water, constantly at hand, and ever and anon pour a portion of its contents gravely over the nasal organ of my sleeping friend, who, far from experiencing any inconvenience from the mode of treatment to which his pro- boscis was subjected, snored away louder and more approving- ly than ever, and remained all the night through in the most blissful unconsciousness of the pleasant piece of service that was being rendered him. Towards morning, though it was yet dark, I was awakened by a series of sharp shooting pains in my back and shoulders, and on looking up found that the fire was nearly out. I seized the axe, therefore, procured a fresh supply of fuel, and again had the satisfaction of seeing a blaze big enough to roast a buffalo. But, preferring natural warmth to artificial, I con- tinued my amusement with the axe until I was interrupted by a great snorting and trampling of twigs, which caused me to suspend operations and listen attentively. My first persuasion was, that the moose-hunter had been taken in a fit, but, on peering through the branches in the direction of the tent, I saw him lying motionless, just as I had left him, with his face turned to the sky, and seven or eight of his toes protruding through his grey stockings and glistening in the rays of the fire. A repetition of the same perplexing sounds, somewhat louder than before, ensuing, with a strong effort at composure I walked back to the tent and aroused Baptiste. Baptiste rubbed his eyes, sprang into a sitting posture, felt for his knife, seized the axe, and told me to follow him closely. I filched the tomahawk from the belt of Jacques, and did as I was desired. The moose-hunter slipped cautiously into the forest, and then paused to listen, but the moaning of the wind through the trees was the only sound that was audible. " Did he go so?" asked Baptiste, making an odd noise with his throat. " Precisely, was my reply, and we both listened again. "It was a bear," said the moose-hunter; "but the 116 WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. cunning fellow knows that we cannot get at him now. It is no good we may go back; let him come when the sun is up;" and back we went accordingly. I fell asleep once more, and when I awoke it was broad daylight. The two moose-hunters had been killing squirrels for breakfast, and searching for the bear. Baptiste was heaping logs on the fire and laughing. I in- quired the cause of his merriment. " You shall hear, monsieur," said he, shaping a splinter of pine into a spit, and thrusting it through the body of one of the slaughtered squirrels. " Jacques and I go hunt bear. He go one way, and I go one. I see no- thing, hear nothing; Jacques both see and hear. Bear look at him, and run, and he run after bear. Bear go half mile, then stop, turn round, give grunt, and run after Jacques; Jacques now take lead, long legs, and make for river. Bad business run, lose bear; seldom kill bear without fusee. Cut his throat if wait, but no wait. Can't help." Breakfast despatched, Baptiste expressed himself ready to proceed; and after paying another visit to, and taking a long farewell gaze at, the glorious Shawinnegamme, I stepped once more into the canoe, and the great cataract's thunders grew each moment fainter and fainter upon my ear. Every stroke of the paddle, however, brought some new beauty to view, the contemplation of which assisted in dispelling the regret I could not help feeling upon leaving a locality so truly sublime. Another day rolled over us, evening again drew nigh, and no new adventure presented itself. Baptiste and Jacques had then resort to their pipes and perhaps I shall be pardoned if I resort for a few moments to mine: TO MY MOTHER. FROM THE BANKS OF THE BLACK RIVER. Yes, oft, when on the sleeping main The moon has shone serenely bright, And the pure stars, like silver rain, Have strewn it o'er with liquid light In the lone mid- watch of the night, When slumber had no charms for me, My thoughts would fondly wing their flight To home and thee sweet home and thee ! WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. 117 And when, through billows white with wrath, Where myriads have met their doom, Our ship has plough'd a foaming path, And every billow seem'd her tomb, And fitful lightnings lit the gloom, Where would my heart my fancy flee ] Where could they wander, and to whom, But home and thee sweet home and thee 1 ? Now, too, as down this peaceful stream I urge my light canoe along, Past forests bathed in sunset's beam, And golden isles all bloom and song: Though not a wild flower blossoms nigh But has some gentle charm for me Still, still I think, and thinking sigh Of home and thee sweet home and thee ! I said that no new adventure had presented itself; but we were not long in meeting with one, which deranged our plans very materially. In shooting a rapid, the canoe came into such violent contact with the sharp ledge of a concealed rock, that we were compelled to abandon it, together with our tent, both kettles, and that indispensable implement the axe, the loss of which rendered us perfectly helpless. Crawling disconso- lately from the scene of the disaster to the river's bank, the two moose-hunters and I sat down and gazed upon each other ruefully. I did not attempt to conceal my chagrin, nor did Jacques, who, rubbing his chest pensively, remarked that he was nearly famished before, and there was a prospect of his being quite so now, if tilings didn't mend. Baptiste was more of a philosopher. Holding up one of his mocassins to drain, and squeezing the water from his grizzly hair, he said we might thank the saints matters were no worse, and must make ourselves as comfortable as we could. Leaving the two hunters to compare notes at their leisure, I climbed the steep bank, and, casting rny eye carelessly over the forest, detected a thin, spiral column of blue smoke stealing up among the green foliage. I suppressed an exclamation of joyful surprise, and acquainted Baptiste with my discovery. Baptiste, spring- ing nimbly to his legs, pushed his head through the interven- ing brushwood (just as a terrier dog would thrust his visage 118 WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. into a rat-hole), and took a long survey of the cheering scene; giving Jacques, at the same time, with his unshodden foot, another of those comical prods which had so often excited my risibility. Jacques, being hungry and peevish, was about to make an angry retort, when Baptiste, who happened to have the dripping mocassin still in his hand, clapped it expeditious- ly over the young hunter's mouth, and whispered him not to be a fool, for the Indians were encamped, and cooking their venison within a tomahawk's fling of us. Jacques was all animation at once. Baptiste said that their canoe was some- where at hand, and he would have it. I told him that I would take no part in any such knavish transaction. " Why not, monsieur?" urged the moose-hunter; "it is but fair play. Did they not attempt a similar piece of rascality on us up at Shawinnegamme ?" " Ah, true, very true, Baptiste ; but that is past, and we will look over it." " Then what would monsieur have me do ? We are far from Trois Rivieres, and there is not so much as a hut or shanty within half-a-dozen leagues of us. " True again; yes, that is excessively awkward." " We have no axe to fell a tree." " No, that is bad too, very bad." " No knife to scoop it out." " That is still worse." " And then, we have no provisions." (A heavy groan from Jacques). " Ah, that is an important consideration indeed. Well?" " We must have the canoe, monsieur." " Humph; I think we must." " C'est vrai; and we shall only be playing them the return match after all. Did monsieur thoroughly comprehend the dainty joke they cracked yesterday, when we asked for some of their corn and maple sugar ?" "No, what was it, Baptiste?" The latter whispered a few words. "The impudent vagabonds!" cried I. "Do what- ever you please, moose-hunter Jacques and I are your men." WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. 119 " Baptiste, who was an accomplished general, proposed the following measures for adoption: He would steal away first, and try to discover the spot where the red men's canoe was secreted. If he was unsuccessful, he would return to us; if the contrary, he would imitate the three taps of a woodpecker, on which signal we were instantly to join him, taking great care, however, to keep in cover of the brushwood, and to avoid making the least noise, which would be fatal to our purpose. These propositions having been seconded and unanimously carried, Baptiste fell flat upon his chest, and writhed himself away with the stealthiness of a boa-constrictor or cobra-di- capello. Three minutes, which seemed an age, elapsed, and the ex- pected signal was heard, proceeding apparently from the other side of the small projecting neck of land upon our right. As the St Maurice flowed closely up to, and under this little pro- montory, our only means of passing it was by lowering our- selves to the ears in the water, which we did, and then crawled under shelter of the trees to Baptiste, who, having no knife, was perseveringly endeavouring to unfasten with his teeth the knot that secured the canoe to the shore. Jacques caught up a sharp stone, and tried to saw it, but the thong, which was formed out of the tough bark of the moose-tree, would not yield; nor dared we attempt to break it, as the slighest vibra- tion communicated to the foliage of the young pine would have led to suspicion on the part of the Indians. Jacques, never- theless, with a muttered oath, gave the thong a smart tug, and snapped it, but, in effecting this, he was so imprudent as to re- lease his hold of the stone, which rolled down the bank, and plunged into the river. "To cover!" cried Baptiste, as the tramp of a heavy foot fell upon our ears. Three startled rabbits never darted into their burrow with half the agility that the two hunters and I now displayed in springing to the hollow of those overhanging rocks. The ugliest of the Indians, attracted by the plunge of the pebble into the water, had walked hastily down, and was bending curiously over the very spot where we lay concealed. 120 WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. Had he been one of those noble, stealthy-stepping, hawk-eyed braves, of whom so much has been said and written, we should not have escaped detection; but as he was, on the contrary, one of a drunken, thievish, and degenerate race, and, moreover, in a great hurry to get back to his venison of which he had his mouth rather inconveniently full he came to the conclu- sion that the sound must have been produced by either the jumping of a fish after a fly, or the fall of a fragment of dead timber from a tree-top, and returned to finish his meal. Bap- tiste put up his head, gave a quaint nod at the Indian's re- treating figure, and cried, "Aliens!" In a moment we all three jumped into the canoe, and urged it into the current. Jacques, rising to his full height, flourished his paddle and uttered a shrill whoop; two dusky figures were seen bounding through the forest in the distance; an island blotted them from our sight and we were gone ! A few hours afterwards we reached Trois Rivieres; and feeling anxious to make the Indians some reparation for the inconvenience we had occasioned them, I extorted a promise from Baptiste that he would paddle up the river before day- light the next morning, and moor the stolen canoe to a little island which the red men would have to pass on their way down to the settlements. Having eased my conscience in this particular, I gladly availed myself of the moose- hunter's press- ing invitation to go and see his wife and child, and take supper with them. Julie was a handsome woman, just in her bloom ; and Victoire one of the prettiest little girls I have ever seen. Her eyes were of the softest, sweetest blue; her waving hair of the glossiest auburn ; and she looked as though, like one of Byron's early inspirations, she had been made out of a sun- beam, or a rainbow. I had intended to proceed to Montreal the same evening, but the steamer by which I should have taken my passage left the wharf as I arrived upon it. " N'importe, monsieur," said Baptiste; "you must go back and make love again to Yictoire. There will be another boat to-morrow, and everything happens for the best." The words were yet upon his lips, when a sud- WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. 121 den gleam of sickly yellow light threw a momentary glare over the broad St Lawrence; there was a loud explosion; and five- and-thirty human beings were hurried into eternity. The boiler of the vessel had burst, and she lay a mere wreck upon the waters. HEAP THE TWENTIETH. Before I continue my story, let me hold a moment's parley with the indulgent reader. It is extremely probable that in accompanying me through the WHITTLINGS, he may meet with a great deal of which he strongly disapproves. I would, therefore, remind him, that, in writing a purely fictitious work, an author is enabled to pitch the tone of it as high as he pleases, and to select such characters and scenery as are likely to give general satisfaction; but in rendering an account of his peregrina- tions, a traveller cannot enjoy these privileges. He must either describe the things and the" people he has actually seen and met with, or he must forbear to describe at all. I am placed in the latter position. Let the reader, then, be so gene- rous as to suppose, that all such passages in the present work as elicit his approbation, have my own countenance and ap- proval also; and that, on the other hand, all such as are pro- ductive of a contrary result, are the very passages I would fain have omitted, and feel anxious to wash my hands of at once. To resume. The village, or settlement, or town of Three Rivers, did not boast any very novel or extraordinary at- tractions. The principal street was about two feet thick in mud; and, from the engaging appearance of it in the dry season, I could readily conceive what a delicate promenade it would offer to a person provided with thin shoes in a wet one. The wooden houses looked old and dirty, and those who in- habited them dirtier still. I walked into two or three stores, . and out again, finding nothing in any of them to awaken either curiosity or interest, except, perhaps, the fine, dignified coun- 122 WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. tenance of an Indian chief, whose wife was aiding him in the selection of a pair of smallclothes, and who, with the view of thoroughly testing their suitableness, had put them on with their less picturesque feature in front a slight mistake, which the storekeeper was so obliging as to rectify. From the town I then wandered down to the banks of the St Maurice, and from the banks of the St Maurice back to the hotel, about the dcor of which a large crowd had collected. Elbowing my way through the rabble, I inquired of a pale, interesting-looking young man, what had occurred to bring so many people together. He pointed to a deal box at his feet, sighed, shed tears, and turned away. My curiosity was stirred, and I repeated the query to a cobbler, who had a pipe in his mouth, and a last under his arm. " Some months since, sir," said the cobbler, "that young gentleman's father disappeared in a rather mysterious manner, arid as he was known to travel with a good deal of money about him, it was thought he had been murdered. Nothing was ever heard of him till the other day, when, as some Indians were picking their way through a lonely bit of forest, a few miles from here, they came upon a heap of bones, which the son of the missing gentleman afterwards recognised as those of his father; so he put them into yonder box, and is now going to take them up with him to Montreal, where the matter will be looked into by the authorities." " Has there been foul play, think you?" asked I. The cobbler, who had just had his toe trodden upon, drew the last suddenly from under his arm, gave a small pert boy a smart rap upon the head with it, and replied "No; I rather suspect, as his money and watch were found on him, that he was eaten by the wolves." At midnight, the Montreal boat arrived, and, accompanied by the young man with the deal box, I stepped on board her. The late explosion had made me rather shy of steamboat boilers, and I gave our present ones as wide a berth as possible. I went below, and was just in time to witness a rather novel piece of buffoonery, on the part of a well-made handsome young WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. 123 man of colour, who had a pair of the largest whiskers I have ever seen if I except those belonging to a Saracen's head, that I once beheld swinging over an inn door. The sides of the ele- gant saloon were fitted up with double rows of sleeping places, and each of these sleeping places was furnished with a pair of damask curtains, which could be pulled forward, or pushed back, just as people chose to have them. Most of these, however, were closed, and the coloured gentleman was amusing himself by visiting each of the sleepers in turn, dashing back the rich folds that concealed his recumbent person, and administering him a smart punch in the chest, observing, at the same time, with an irresistible swagger, and outward thrusting of his ex- tended palms " Do what you please, sir; I am a white man do whatever you please." The passengers were, one and all, of course, very much incensed at this impertinence; brows were knit, teeth were ground, fists were clenched, and the captain was sent for; but that functionary, who was evidently much frightened, declined interfering, and returned hastily to the deck. What of that? there was a half-pay officer on board, a fierce, fire -eating sort of personage, who would stand no non- sense. He had received his punch, and was just looking from between the curtains to inquire what it meant; which he had no sooner learned, than he jumped out of his berth, and, quite resolved to redress the general grievance or die, loudly de- manded where the villain was, let him get a glimpse of him, that was all. And that was indeed all, for the coloured gentle- man was no sooner seen approaching, snapping his fingers, and requesting him to do what he pleased, for he had a white man to deal with, than the half-pay officer jumped into his berth again, and drew the curtains together, with a despatch that set everybody laughing, the coloured man included, who, hav- ing visited all the passengers upon the starboard side of the vessel, was now coming deliberately up upon the larboard, punching as he came, and inviting them to do whatever they pleased, for he was a white man a white man a white man. Day at length broke, and, at the imminent risk of being scalded, I went on deck; for the cabin was so unpleasantly 124 WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. close, and the not fleas nor mosquitoes were so numerous and exacting, that I was compelled, in my own defence, to re- sort to the open air. The morning was fine, and the river had not a ripple. A raft, of about a quarter of a mile in length, was upon our one quarter, and a sooty steamboat, with eight or ten unfortunate merchant vessels in tow, upon our other. It was an amusing thing for any but the owners and naviga- tors of these vessels, to witness the confusion that prevailed among them. The bellowing of the captains, the blustering of the mates, and the shouts and blasphemies of the respective crews, formed a Babel not easy of conception by those who have never heard an uproar of the kind. Each vessel, as it was pulled along, got "athwart the others' hawse." No. 1 shoved her bowsprit through No. 2's cabin window ; and while they were angrily commenting upon the probable consequences of this disaster, No. 2, with her spanker-boom, scraped off all the gold and gingerbread from the figurehead of No. 3. No. 3 immediately swung round, and brought her bow into sharp collision with No. 4. No. 4 gave a lurch, and fell foul of No. 5, with a shock that threw a man from her maintop upon his waistcoat over a taut rope, where he dangled about for a few seconds, like something hung to dry. No. 6 then grew a little restive, and poked her foreyard arm through the mainsail of No 7; on which the skipper of No. 7, rushing upon deck, with his red throat bare, and a great knife in his hand, threat- ened the skipper of No. 6 with instant slaughter, if he didn't haul his lubberly craft out of that. The skipper of No. 6, however, merely mimicked him in return, and went through two or three steps of a popular hornpipe on the afterdeck hatch and while affairs were in this encouraging state, the tug-boat ahead clapped on a little more steam, and all her charge, at once influenced by it, jerked, and crashed together again dis- tractedly; when the shouting and confusion attained such an alarming pitch, that I was glad to escape from it, and hurry below to breakfast. The scenery of the St Lawrence, above Quebec, will not bear a comparison with that below it. The higher we pro- WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. 125 ceeded, the lower and more insignificant its banks became, and the less interesting the general aspect of things. The Cana- dian farmers appeared to have bound themselves in a solemn league to rid the country of its chief ornament, the timber; and, in place of the beautiful green quickset hedge, that forms one of the prettiest features in an English farm and landscape, I here saw nothing but that odd ungainly contrivance com- monly known as a snake-fence, stretching away over hill and dale, and tiring the eye with its dull monotony. I was glad to have my attention called from these things, to the contem- plation of a gigantic hay-stack, which was coming down the river under a heavy press of sail, at the rate of about six knots an hour. Among the many picturesque villages, strewing either shore of the St Lawrence, and commanding my continual admiration, was Sorel, a very pretty place, with a still prettier church, into which (though it was not Sunday), numbers of gaily dressed peasantry were crowding eagerly. As the steamer had put in, and there stood a gentleman on the wharf to whom I happened to have a letter of introduction, I "ran into the cabin for it, and returning, presented the document on the end of a boat-hook. He read it hastily, smiled, and attempted to leap on board, but failed, for at that identical moment the fastenings were let go, the vessel made off, and my new acquaintance slipped into the water. A canoe, however, darted out to his rescue, and he waved his hand cheerfully, as he observed me rushing to the hurricane deck to ascertain his fate. HEAP THE TWENTY-FIRST. I had made inquiries when I was leaving Quebec, about the different hotels and boarding houses in Montreal, and people said, " If you want to see something of French Canadian life and manners, by all means go to the Hotel du C , in the Rue St G ; and to the Hotel du C , in the Rue St 126 WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. G , accordingly I went. It was a large grey building, with a great many windows, and a corresponding number of bright-green shutters; and Madame S , the landlady, hap- pened to be taking her morning air upon the steps. She was a pretty, plump, roguish-looking, little woman, and on learning my business, led me to a big book, in which I subscribed my name. Having complied with this piece of formality, I in- quired of a pale-faced, frog- featured gentleman, who was lounging against the doorway, and smoking a short black pipe with considerable gusto, about what hour the boarders usually breakfasted. He " guessed " that the bell would ring presently, and strongly advised me not to venture away to any distance. He, moreover, said " You are from the old country." I replied in the affirmative. "Long out?" " A few months." "Yes?" " Yes." "Do you like Canada?" "Very much; do you?" "0, some. What do you think of her?" drawing a little closer, and pointing with the pipe stem to madame ; " she's a grass widow." " A what? I beg your pardon." "A grass widow; which means, that she and her husband have quarrelled, fought, and separated. She's a nice little woman, but " "Ha!" " She's a terrible termagant; she would whip her weight in wild cats. Don't rouse her there's the bell look out?" With the delivery of this friendly warning, my new acquaint- ance thrust the unquenched pipe hastily into his waistcoat pocket, and ran away. Fifty other boarders poured down the staircase in a body; a dozen more hurried in from an adjoin- ing reading-room; half a score from the bar; and the rest in at the street door all in a breathless state of excitement and darting into the breakfast- room, flung themselves upon chairs, WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. 127 and began to eat and drink savagely. Nature's first law was evidently the ruling passion, as well as the order of the day: here one hoarder seized the dish he liked best, and carried it with him to his seat; a second dropped down at once in front of his favourite joint, and before anybody had time to interfere, had stripped it of all the titbits; a third stuck his fork into a fowl or chop, and clawed up a couple of the finest eggs, en passant; a fourth made a successful pounce upon a plate of radishes, and bore it triumphantly away with him, watering the curls and coat collars of the company copiously with the superabundant liquid as he went; while a fifth took a pigeon pie upon his knees, wrenched off the crust, ransacked it of all the daintiest morsels, and disposed of them afterwards with the eagerness of a famished wolf that had fallen upon the carcass of a deer, and was afraid of the main body of the pack coming up to claim a share of the spoil. And all these polite and disinterested little proceedings were the work of such a few moments, that, before I had well recovered from the surprise, which a scene so novel and extraordinary had oc- casioned me, the edibles were consumed, the coffee had disap- peared, and I was left presiding over nothing but empty plat- ters, a stained table-cloth, and three or four gaping waiters. During the meal, I chanced to ask a thin spectral-looking French Canadian, with black hair, if he would be so obliging as to pass the salt, but as he was picking a lengthy marrow bone at the moment engaged in which operation, he strongly resembled a person performing upon an ivory flageolet in- stead of complying with the request, he only opened his great eyes the wider, and shook his head hurriedly, by way of inti- mating that he was busy, and time was valuable; so I did not venture to interrupt him again. As I was about to leave the table, three rakish-looking young gentlemen, who had overslept themselves, entered the room and called for coffee. They appeared to be somewhat sharp set, and, withal, rather jocularly disposed. "They tell me that No. 27 is going fast," said the first, " and can't live another hour." 128 WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. " Very good," replied the second, chopping off the top of an egg with his knife; " I can't help that, can I?" Here there was a laugh. "No; but you can at all events defray a part of his funeral expenses, added the third; and as you have not scrupled to borrow his cash occasionally, perhaps a friendly service of the kind would make your conscience sit all the easier." "By the by, have you heard the news?" inquired the other, who wished to change the subject. "News? no; what news?" " The Quebec theatre has been burned, and sixty or seventy people with it. Haven't you friends there? you had better look over the list of killed and wounded." The gentleman to whom these words were addressed, turned deadly pale, smote himself upon the forehead with his clenched fist, and rushed from the table. A few minutes afterwards he lay upon the floor in a fit. He had lost a brother and two sisters in the terrible conflagration. The Canadian who had spoken of the fire, inquired what was the matter, and on learning, went to finish his breakfast. As I ascended the staircase, I passed a crowd upon the landing, and saw several of the boarders endeavouring to force their way in at a door. They were repulsed, however, by somebody inside, and a few violent blows were exchanged. As I returned to inquire into the cause of the disturbance, I felt my sleeve pulled, and on look- ing round, was beckoned by a gentleman, who had sat opposite me at the breakfast table. It was he who had beaten back the others. " You may come in, if you like," he said ; and without knowing why, I followed him, and the door closed. A dying youth, whose features even yet retained the traces of much manly beauty, was lying upon a bed, moaning at intervals, and breathing heavily. He turned his eyes slowly upon me, and then closed them again, wearily. " I do not wish anything of the kind," he feebly said, in reply to some observation on the part of the other. " You are the only friend that I possess, and from you alone will I re- ceive it. I am ready; do not lose time." Upon this the first WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. 129 speaker came forward, and placed a morsel of bread to the lips of the dying youth, who ate it eagerly. A cup containing some wine was next presented to him, and he drank a little of it ; then muttered what seemed to be a prayer, and bade me turn the pillow, that the cool side of it might touch his fevered cheek. " I feel better now," he said, " and am willing to die as soon as it shall please God to release me. You know all. I have nothing to add. Let me be buried, if possible, where things are quiet, and the turf is green." In a few minutes the struggle for breath and utterance ceased ; he pressed both our hands; there was a momentary frown upon his brow; it was succeeded by a smile, and his spirit had passed away. ******* I was so fortunate as to meet with an old acquaintance in Montreal, and together we sallied out to view the city, which he told me was one of the handsomest in Canada. The houses, constructed of a bluish-grey stone, presented a clean and elegant appearance, and the spacious shops, or stores, in point of neatness and respectability, would bear comparison, with those of any of our finest provincial towns at home. We stopped to gaze at the celebrated French Cathedral. It is an imposing pile, certainly; but the two lofty towers seemed to me to have outgrown their strength, and had a painful hobble- dehoy look, that by no means accorded with my architectural taste. I am not, however, much of a connoisseur in such matters, and may very probably only be exposing my igno- rance in saying thus much. My Quebec friend here gave my arm a pull, and whispered, that he would introduce me to a Yankee gentleman of some repute down south. " Make you acquainted with Major Tommycod, sir Major Tommycod, my friend Mr Log hem!" " Glad to know you, sir," said the major, pressing his chin on his chest for a second or two, lowering his eyes, and putting out a large moist hand; "hope you are well, sir." The major was a short, thin, shrewd -featured man, with long straight black hair, no whiskers, a goatee, and so large a i 1 30 WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. development of white turn-over collar, that I could not help thinking he had performed his toilet somewhat hastily, and got his shirt the wrong way upwards by mistake. " And you air from the Old Country, sir." " Yes, major." "In what part of it were you raised, sir?" People never inquire where you .were born ; raised is the more appropriate word as though you were a head of brocoli, or a cucumber, or a pumpkin. " And how long do you intend toe remain in Canada, sir ?" " Twelve months, perhaps." "Yes, sir?" " Yes, and a few in the States." "I shall be glad to see you in Boston, sir; I am from that city, sir. You have heard of the 'Boston Gallinipper/ I pre- sume, sir. I am the editor of that paper, sir." " Ah, indeed, I am delighted to meet you, major, and hope to have that pleasure again, by and by. Thank you, I seldom chew." Major Tommycod produced his tobacco-box, and after offering it me, screwed off a handful of the weed, deposited it in his cheek, waved his stick in the air, wished us good morning, and walked away. The thermometer stood at 95 in the shade. The blazing beams of the fierce mid-day sun poured down upon the glit- tering roofs of the tin-topped houses, and, finding no footing there, slipped off in a burning shower upon the throbbing temples and aching heads of weary pedestrians below. The new white and green paint upon the spruce doors and smart window-blinds, bubbled and swelled up into unsightly blisters ; and the heat from the smooth flagstones struck through to one's feet as though the pavement were an oven bottom, and people walked on it to be baked. Ladies listlessly lowering their pink parasols, and gazing languidly around them, saun- tered into cool confectioners' shops for ice-creams; and gentle- men, loosening their limp cravats, and throwing open their capacious waistcoats, talked of the luxury of cold plunges, and called londly for sherry-cobblers and mint-julep. A mad dog, WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. 131 followed by a crowd of men with bludgeons, dashed suddenly round a sharp corner, and up the street, merely pausing a mo- ment in his flight to test the flavour of a fat Jesuit's leg; and a man carrying a heavy load hard by fell flat upon his face, sun-struck and senseless. Very proper and refreshing. It happened to be the review- day of the Montreal Fire Brigade. This select body, which has its counterpart in every Canadian town and city, is com- posed entirely of gentlemen, and the service is considered both distinguished and respectable. They take a pride in the thing too; and, with their brazen helmets, scarlet uniforms, and gleam- ing axes, exhibit a very formidable front, while their well- finished and highly-polished engines glitter like the works of a watch. There were two companies present (rivals, of course), and which, for the sake of distinction, we will term the Fizzers and the Spulgers. The body of Christchurch was chosen as the scene of action, and against this the pipes of the respective engines were directed. The Fizzers threw their water to a height of thirty feet. The Spulgers threw it forty. The Fizzers threw it fifty. The Spulgers threw it sixty. The Fizzers threw it seventy. The Spulgers made a prodigious effort, and splashed the clock; upon which the gentleman who had charge of that piece of machinery put his head over the balcony, and expostulated, but having his person suddenly deluged with the reviving fluid, retired precipitately. On this the Fizzers, not to be outdone, sprinkled the lower portion of the spire, when an angry altercation ensued between the rival corps, and the hose of the Spulgers (probably by accident) was pointed at the face of the officer commanding the opposition brigade, and some confusion was the result. It was altogether a very lively and cheering sight the more so as the day was warm and the " institution" is one which cannot be too highly applauded, or extensively patronised. As I returned to my room in the hotel, one of the boarders, with whom I had contracted an intimacy (the same who had administered the bread and wine to the dying youth), accosted me and said, " You will most probably have to undergo the 132 WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. ceremony of initiation to-night; do not lock your room door as locks and bolts are of little avail here and be prepared to witness some odd things." I thanked my well-meaning friend for the timely hint, and promised to turn it to account. He smiled, nodded, offered me a cigar, took one himself, lighted it, and went away. At midnight, I heard the sounds of smothered laughter, and the tread of many feet in the gallery that led past my room ; and anon there came a stealthy tap at the door. I did not re- spond, but closed my eyes, and feigned sleep. A moment after- wards, a yell as of a large war-party of savages rang in my ears, and the chamber was filled with armed men, some in masks, and others almost naked, with their faces and bodies smutted, chalked, ochred, or rouged, as the case might be. The leader of the band, a gentleman with a neat pair of horns, and a select tail, which stuck out at a right angle from his person, held a drawn sword in his hand, and, advancing, stood over me with its point placed to my throat. A second yell then rent the air, and a sprightly cabalistic dance was indulged in by the whole of the company, during which tomahawks, war-clubs, broomsticks, and bowie-knives, were flourished in my face; pistols and blunderbusses were snapped at my head; and my scalp (figuratively speaking) was wrenched reeking from my skull. My inauguration was now considered complete, and a shriller whoop than any I had yet heard closed the ceremony. My hand having been shaken by each of the grim fraternity, they all then sat down, three or four upon the wash-hand stand, five or six upon a shelf, a few upon my bed, and the remainder on the floor, to rest themselves after their exertions. " You appear to be somewhat fatigued and flushed, sir," said the gentleman with the horns, as he arose and snuffed the soli- tary candle with one grand sweep of his heavy sabre ; " you must take some refreshment. What may I have the pleasure of ordering for you? This establishment is justly cele- brated for its sherry-cobblers, gin-sling, mint-julep, cock- tail, and timber-doodle ; which of these delicacies would you prefer?" WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. 133 " The last-named liqueur must be a very inviting one," I said; "but I am afraid the lateness of the hour will per- haps " " Nothing of the kind, I assure you ; your call will meet with the promptest attention. Have I your permission to ring the bell?" I bowed assent, and a waiter presently appeared. " A score of timber-doodles, if you please," said I. " Pardon me for offering an interruption at so auspicious a moment, sir," cried the gentleman with the horns and tail ; " but take my advice try the sherry-cobblers, and should they not give satisfaction, we can afterwards enjoy the distinction of pledging you in timber-doodle." The timber- doodles having been introduced, masks were speedily removed, war-clubs, tomahawks, bowie-knives, and bludgeons were thrown aside, glasses were circulated, and eyes began to twinkle with rapture. At this interesting stage of the entertainment, the shelf that had supported the six boarders fell with a crash, but the accident- did not appear to have been attended with any serious consequences, as the six boarders neither cried out for assistance, nor received it, but remained very contentedly in the various attitudes the accident happened to have placed them. For my especial benefit, too, the company now all joined in that species of vocal extravaganza commonly known as a Dutch medley, but which, lest you should have never been present at a musical entertainment of this nature, it will perhaps be well for me to describe. Nothing could have been more simple. Each boarder in turn sang a verse of some song that was familiar to him, and that done, the whole party roared the same over again in chorus a performance which, as every singer kept to his own words and air, and made as much noise as he possibly could, did not fail, be sure, of pro- ducing a very fine and harmonious effect. My health having subsequently been drunk with three times three, I was called upon to respond, but would fain have ex- cused myself. My friend with the horns and tail, however, whispered me that I had better comply, as a refusal would 134 WHITTLINGS FKOM THE WEST. throw a great gloom over the party, and occasion general dis- appointment. " Why, what would you have me say ?" asked I. " 0, we are not very nice about the sentiment; just say that you are quite unaccustomed to that sort of thing (to public speaking, I mean), and feel sorry that you cannot do justice to your feelings. You can just add, too, that this is the proudest moment of your existence, that you are delighted to see us, and hope to have that pleasure again shortly shall we say to-mor- row night, or the one after? with, in fact, any other complimen- tary remarks you like to thrown in. Silence there si-lence !" Just at this moment we were interrupted (happily for myself) by a loud authoritative rapping upon the wall, and the voice of Madame S was heard, requesting that every boarder who deemed himself a gentleman would immediately repair to his own room, and forbear further riot. After lingering a few seconds, therefore, to drain their glasses, and indulge in a prolonged part- ing whoop, my select party of visiters one by one got upon their legs, and stealthily evacuated the premises. Shortly afterwards, my door was re-opened, and a good-looking young fellow, in nothing but a pair of limp small-clothes and pumps, entered, and presented me with a card. "What is this?" I asked. " I am deputed to inform Monsieur Log that there will be a bull-dance below- stairs to-morrow evening, precisely at the hour of eight, and the favour of his company is confidently an- ticipated. This ticket will admit you. Good night!" "A bull-dance!" said I, when I was once more alone; "I wonder what they mean by a bull-dance ; " and, closing my eyes, I was permitted to pass the remainder of the night in quiet. HEAP THE TWENTY-SECOND. It was Sunday morning; I had put on my hat and gloves, and was going to church. As I left the room, and walked along WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. 135 the gallery to the staircase, the door of No. 27 opened, and Mr Date, the humane gentleman of whom I have more than once spoken, issued from it. He told me, with much honest anger and indignation, that the two quarter-dollar pieces he had placed the day before on the eyes of his dead friend were gone. They had been stolen by some of jjie boarders ! I was about to descend the stairs, when another door opened (No. 25), and Mr Benjamin Chaffers peeped from it. He had divested himself of his horns and tail, and looked rather wo- begone. He asked me to go and sit a few minutes with. him. I pleaded an engagement, but he would take no refusal, and led me along by the button." " Mr Jackow, a distant relation of mine," he said, waving his hand in the direction of a sleek elderly gentleman, who occu- pied the lid of a box in a corner. " Mr Jackow, this is Mr Log." "Indeed!" said the elderly gentleman; "another of your dissolute companions, I suppose. It is like your impudence, sir, to be introducing me to everybody." " I fear I am intruding," said I, about to withdraw. " I fear you are, sir," replied Mr Jackow, eyeing me with much disfavour. "Hush no; sit down," said Ben, pushing me back into a chair. " I have no secrets. You must know, sir, that my father is a man of considerable property, and Mr Jackow is his inti- mate friend and adviser, who, being a worthy disinterested creature, and having no eye to a little legacy which " " Upon my word, I ," commenced Mr Jackow, half rising from the box. " Don't let us quarrel about a word, sir. The fact is, Mr Log, I have been rather wild. My mother who was it said we could never have but one mother ? died when I was a mere boy; and my father, having subsequently married a young lady, juvenile enough to be his granddaughter, turned me loose upon the world, and bade me shift for myself. I have shifted for myself, but why did he forbid me his house ? why " " Your disgraceful conduct, sir, left him no alternative," ob- 136 WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. served Mr Jackow; " your last piece of folly would have roused a saint." " Relate it, will you, for my memory is none of the best. Do you allude to the affair at the horse-guards?" "No, sir, I do not: I allude to your impious behaviour with reference to a public place of worship; I allude to your having driven four donkeys from a common into a Roman Catholic chapel during the performance of high mass." I coughed. " You say nothing of the white horse and the pig," remarked Mr Benjamin Chaffers. " I perceive that you have no shame, sir," said Mr Jackow, virtuously; "and though I shall not cease to offer up my prayers in your behalf, I do not deem it my duty to risk the further contamination of your society. I have made inquiries respecting your conduct since you left England, and shall not fail to render a faithful statement of particulars to your friends. I have discharged myself of a heavy responsibility, and now wash my hands of you altogether. Here are a few tracts, which, if carefully read and digested, may perhaps be instrumental in awakening you to a sense of your wickedness." " Give them to me ! There, sir I" cried the enraged Ben- jamin, seizing the papers, tearing them to tatters, and stamping upon the fragments. "My father is an old man, and I will utter no reproaches. Perhaps I have made myself what I am, but at all events a kind word from him would not have been lost upon me. Let that be ; and as for you, who have wormed yourself into his confidence, accommodated yourself to his whims, and fattened upon his mutton leave the room, or I will pour a jug of water over you." ******* Among my few letters of introduction, was one addressed to a literary gentleman of some eminence in Montreal. I had en- closed it with my card to this distinguished personage, and had, in return, received an invitation to dine with him upon the present Sunday. He sent word that I was to expect no for- mality, and a plain dinner, &c. &c. I was glad of that (as I am WHJTTLIffGS FROM THE WEST. 137 not much of an epicure), and did not fail to wait upon Mr Barclay (as I will call him) at the appointed hour. The day was a hot onej the windows and doors were open, and so were the collar and wristbands of Mr Barclay's shirt; he, moreover, had his slippers on, and his coat and cravat off, and he looked like a man who had resolved to be cool and comfortable. He was reclining in a rocking chair when I entered. He partly rose, however, extended his hand, remarked that the weather was warm, and invited me to divest myself of as much of my clothing as I pleased. I expressed my thanks; and, throwing himself back again in his chair, and closing his eyes, he called out at the very top of his voice. I thought he was taken ill, but that was a mistake; he was merely shouting for "Peg," his waiting-maid a scraggy old lady in a chintz dress, which did not more than cover the decayed tops of her black stock- ings. " Bring the broth, Peg," cried Mr Barclay ; and the broth was brought. We sipped in silence. " Take away the broth, Peg;" and away went the tureen. " Have you anything else?" shrieked Mr Barclay, fanning him- self with his handkerchief, and nursing one of his legs. " Yes," roared Peg in his ear. "What is it? pork?" " No," was the rejoinder. "Ham?" "No." "What then?" " Chops," yelled Peg, resting one hand on her master's shoulder, and dabbing a dish upon the table. The chops there were two, of a very attenuated and con- sumptive appearance, something like a pair of dried kid gloves, with gravy speedily disappeared. " Have you anything more?" Peg shook her head, and began to clear away the platters. "No pastry, eh?" Peg gave her head another jerk, rattled the knives and forks 138 WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. together, tucked the tablecloth under her arm, and marched away with the stride of a captain of dragoons. " You smoke, I suppose," said Mr Barclay, producing a cigar-case full of choice Havannahs. Peg then put a couple of tall bottles and some glasses upon the table, and in a few minutes the literary gentleman was fast asleep, but smoking placidly still, and now and then undoing a button of his waistcoat, and sighing deeply. Shortly after- wards he awoke, bade me not spare the wine, removed the ash from his cigar, arose, yawned, and went up-stairs. I heard him fling his weight upon a bed; I heard that piece of furniture creak at intervals; and I heard the literary gentleman snore. I put the corks in the bottles, sprang to my feet, stared at the pictures, turned over some books, opened a little work entitled "Etiquette for Gentlemen," and left it open. I next looked from the window into the little garden. Beautiful flowers ! A humming-bird had paused upon his flight, and hidden himself in one of the blossoms; and two exquisitely tinted butterflies were reposing, with wings languidly outspread, upon the plea- sant grass beneath. Just then I heard the bed above-stairs creak frightfully. The literary gentleman was coming down. No, he was turning himself. Peg re- appeared. I inquired how long her master's after-dinner naps usually lasted. Peg thought I alluded to the heat of the weather, and made a ludi- crous gesture, expressive of extreme exhaustion. I presented her with a trifle for the purchase of a new pair of black silk stockings, took up my hat and gloves, and left the house. As I returned to my room, after half an hour's saunter in the neighbourhood of the beautiful Mount Royal, I passed the chamber in which the dead man lay. The door was not locked, and I had the curiosity to enter. I raised the sheet that con- cealed the features of the corpse, and looked upon what had yesterday been a living creature like myself. How strange, how sad, how solemn, the spectacle that now met my gaze ! The spirit flown, the house empty, the fire quenched, and the embers alone remaining nothing but the cold glassy glare of death, and its accompanying horrors. Who was this youth ? WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. 139 Whence came he ? Was he a stranger in the land ? Perhaps lie had wandered from some distant shore, only to die here, far from kindred, and friends, and home. Perchance he was a father's pride, a mother's hope, a sister's consolation, and their prayers were at this moment being offered up for his safe return. And he lying there ! One thing was certain his mortal career was closed, and his doom irrevocably fixed. What was that doom ? God knew. He had been his own biographer, and the history of his life stood recorded upon the everlasting tablets. HEAP THE TWENTY-THIRD. " Good morning, Mr Log," said a tall spare insinuating- looking gentleman, putting his head into my room, and nod- ding in a friendly way; "I hope you are quite well to-day, sir?" This was Mr Alfred Hump, of No. 28. " Quite well, I thank you," was my answer. Mr Hump smiled, closed the door, and took a seat. " They have put off the bull- dance for a night or two," said he. "Ah, indeed!" " Poor Ben Chaffers is labouring under a violent fit of the blues; and, as he generally officiates as master of the cere- monies on such occasions, we have been compelled to postpone the affair." Mr Hump here walked to the wash-hand stand, and refreshed himself at the water-jug. Having quenched his thirst, he drew on a dilapidated glove, shook my hand, and wished me good- day. The next moment he turned back and said, " By the by, can you oblige me with the loan of a five-dollar note, for a day or two?" I was in the act of producing my purse, when a dry comical twinkle, emanating from the corner of Mr Hump's eye, caused me to forbear, and reply that I unfortunately could not. " Never mind, my dear fellow never mind," said Mr Hump ; " perhaps you have some loose silver about you." (No, I hud 140 WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. not.) "Ha, ha! it was of no consequence, none whatever;" and the tall boarder, drawing on his other glove, disappeared. I went for a walk. Notre Dame Street was full of people. There was a great deal of talking, and shouting, and laughter, and peeping round corners; and some of the store-keepers were putting up their shutters. What could be the matter? I went into a shop and inquired. " 0, sir," was the reply, " one of the drollest scenes you ever witnessed. There are some drunken sailors in a coach, and they have been driving through the streets at full gallop, with colours flying, hats waving, and horses panting and smoking in such a way as was never seen the like of in this city before. They have knocked down two or three lamp-posts, and smashed hald a dozen windows; but they hark! they are coming back up the Rue St Joseph, I expect." I ran to the door, and looked in the direction of the street named. There were two coaches in the distance; swaying fearfully from side to side, and the horses were approaching at a canter. The thought occurred to me, that perhaps these jovial tars were a portion of the old Golightly's crew, for that famous craft lay in the river with her anchor apeak, and I had heard that she was to sail on the morrow. A moment after- wards, I felt a hand on my shoulder, and, facing about, saw my friend Mr O'Toole. We had scarcely greeted each other, ere the brace of coaches bore down upon us, scattering the mob, bumping against house-corners, unshipping awning-poles, and frightening some of the more nervous of the foot-passengers out of their very wits. I was right. Mr Slops the cook was mounted on the forecastle of the foremost coach, and the hand- some sailor who had spun the yarn about the sea monster brought up the rear. I hailed the former, and caught the eye of the young tar with the ringlets, who was officiating as a look-out in the foretop. "Sail ho, on the larboard beam!" sang he; "back your maintopsail, Bill here's Mr Log. What cheer, sir, what cheer?" WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. 141 "What is all this, my lads?" said I; "I fear you will be getting into mischief." ** Love your heart, no, sir," responded Mr Slops, pulling up with frightful suddenness (he had one rein in either fist) ; " we are only just enjoying ourselves a bit, your honour." "Ay, but you should keep the middle of the road; you have no right upon the pavements." " It's all along of Harry Sullivan, sir," returned Mr Slops, touching his forelock, and dropping his whip in the process. " Let's have a fresh hand at the wheel there." "Avast a bit, shipmate," retorted the indignant Harry Sul- livan. " How's a fellow to steer a craft that won't answer her helm? She yaws about like a bull in a fair." " Who have you got inside here?" said I, looking in at the coach window. The conveyance was crammed to suffocation ; its interior was one mass of human heads and faces, a few of which I re- cognised. I heard somebody pronounce my name. "Who is that?" I asked. "Me, sir," "Who's me?" " Mr Chin, sir," replied the same voice. I sought for the steward's sable physiognomy, but in vain. I suppose he was the first article that had been shipped, and had consequently been stowed away in the remotest depths of the hold. " Now, pray be careful, my good fellows," was my parting admonition to the jolly crew of the Golightly, as the cook issued the orders to make sail. " Ay, ay, sir, careful it is," responded Mr Slops, giving one of the horses a desperate slash over the posteriors, and coiling the slack of the reins hastily around his wrist; whereupon the two coaches instantly got under way again, tacked once or twice with much abruptness, capsized a man with an armful of Dutch clocks, overturned an orange stall, and finally disap- peared round a corner the horses prancing, the tars cheering, the mob shouting, and half the population of the city waving ] 42 WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. handkerchiefs from the windows, and purpling their faces with laughter, as the fleet bore out of sight. ******* The good people of Montreal (and, indeed, those of most Canadian towns) have a manifest predilection for poplar-trees. There are poplars round the Champ de Mars, and very bloom- ing and agreeable they are to the eye; there are poplars round the Government house; there are poplars round the Govern- ment garden ; there are poplars round the Jesuit College ; and there are poplars around almost every other public building and promenade in the city. But the most captivating of all the sweet spots in which Hochelaga abounds, is the neighbourhood of Mount Royal, which is luxuriantly wooded, and presents a succession of the loveliest rural pictures imaginable. The beauty of the charming villas, too, that peep up here and there among the foliage in this locality, can (as Mr G. P. R. James would say) "better be conceived than described." To see the fatherly gentlemen, in their straw sombreros and nankeen indescribables, sitting beneath the honeysuckle and jasmine- wreathed porticoes; to watch the languid ladies with their books, or their netting, or their needlework, reclining in the grateful shelter of the cool overhanging boughs; to note the healthy, laughing, rosy-lipped, auburn-curled, dapple-legged little children, disporting themselves upon the inviting grass- plots; to contemplate the various attractions of so moving and joyous a picture, I say, is quite enough to effect the temporary ruin of any lonely friendless gentleman wandering near, and cause him to linger lovingly about, applying his eye to chinks in gateways, and kindly knots in wooden palisadings, until he presently becomes notorious, and is eventually obliged to de- camp. Such was precisely the state of my own feelings, and such had been my propensities, when, one summer evening a little after sunset, I found myself stationary at the picturesque gate of a tastefully -arranged garden, listening intently to the touch- ing tones of a very fine pianoforte, as they stole through the scented foliage, and were borne gently by upon the twilight WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. 143 air. It was the first music I had heard since I had left Quebec, and I could not help pausing for awhile to regale my ears with the melody. What was my astonishment and confusion, as I did so, to see the garden-gate fly open, and an unexpected apparition, in the shape of a corpulent gentleman, with a face the colour of a peony, dash suddenly out, and attempt to seize me by the collar. The act was so hasty and unanticipated, and the expression of the gentleman's features so truly fierce and ludicrous, that I could scarcely repress my mirth; more par- ticularly when he observed, in a tone of the most cutting seve- rity, and with several flowers of oratory it will be well to omit " You were eavesdropping, sir; you know it. I am Colonel Banjo." Whether Colonel Banjo expected the latter important an- nouncement to fell me to the earth or not, I do not know; but, as it was incumbent on me to do or say something, I at once acknowledged the justice of the imputation. " And perhaps you will permit me to inquire what brings you here, sir?" said the colonel, shaking a lump of soil from the prongs of the small garden-fork he held; "I should not be at all surprised if you came after my daughter." There was something so droll and barefaced in the suppo- sition, that I was compelled to laugh, and replied, " It is ex- tremely probable, really, seeing that I have just arrived from England; have scarcely been in Montreal a day; and was not even aware that there was such an individual as Colonel Banjo in existence much less that he was blessed with a family. Good evening to you." -"Stay, sir," peremptorily shouted the colonel; "what was your object then ? Come." " I stopped to listen to the music, but, as that unfortunately happens to be of a strictly private nature, allow me once more to apologise for the liberty I have taken, and wish you good- night." " Stay, sir! Do you hear me? Come in." "Nay, you must excuse me; I can't." " You had better say you won't, sir." 144 WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST, " Well, it would have saved me some trouble, certainly." " I am sorry for it; here's my card; what's your address? I was hasty; you shall hear from me;" and at this junc- ture I walked away, and the colonel in at his garden-gate, where he was immediately taken seriously to task, and severe- ly remonstrated with, by an invisible third party, who had evi- dently been an eye as well as an ear witness to the whole transaction. The adventure did not terminate here, but I think it better to relate the sequel by and by, and, in the interim, attempt to lessen the tedium of narrative by animadverting slightly upon the subject of Canadian customs and peculiarities, some of which are both novel and amusing. There is a point and patness pervading the greater portion of the Canadian phraseology, which I could not help admiring. Many of their expressions strike oddly upon a stranger's ear at first, but it soon becomes familiarised to their quaintness, and after a time he finds himself unconsciously adopting them. For instance, a person meeting another in the street, seldom says " How do you do?" but "How do you git along?" which is decidedly the more sensible question of the two. Secondly, they will not talk of a house, or a bank, or a church, or other edifice being built, or in course of erection ; they ask if you see that fine building going up 1 a query which causes a newly- imported Englishman to stare at once into the sky, in the ex- pectation of witnessing some strange phenomenon in that quar- ter. Thirdly, if you observe an acquaintance to look pale, and clasp his skull convulsively, and you ask if his head aches, he will not say, " Yes," or " Slightly/' or " A little," but probably " Some," or " A few." And fourthly, I was much amused with the novel application of the word " Sir." In England we use it as a mark of respect ; in America you do so to denote your own sharpness. For example, you walk into a store, and, picking up some article, inquire the price of it. The shopman, or clerk (we beg the gentleman's pardon) says, " Five dollars." You ask if that is not rather dear. " No, sir," responds the clerk, indifferently. You say, " I will give WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. 145 you three for it." He smartly replies, " No, sir " (which im- plies that he is not to be bit), and throws the article aside. And again, when extreme emphasis is required, the word may be still differently rendered, and then carries everything before it; as in the following instance: A genteel and amiable back- wood couple, who have gone through the usual routine of courtship which, by the by, is termed "sparking" stalk to the altar to be " fixed," i. e., married; the bride arriving there a few moments in advance, and her intended partner saunter- ing leisurely up afterwards, with the air of a man who thinks the ceremony a somewhat dispensable one, and can afford to wait. Preliminaries arranged, the clerical gentleman officiat- ing asks, " Wilt thou have this woman to," &c. The bride- groom, whittling coolly at his walking-stick, or perhaps the chancel-rails, replies, " Wai, I guess I ain't agoin' to do nothink alse." The clergyman then turns to the lady, and demands whether she will have that man to be her wedded husband? to which the lady, in a loud clear voice, and with a startling energy, cries, "Yes, sir-ree!" Again, and lastly, there is extanf in Canada a description of pleasantry, which, trifle though it may seem, since I have never witnessed anything similar elsewhere, I am not inclined to pass over without comment. It is scarcely to be designated as a game, nor can it legitimately be styled an amusement at least so I have been told by several parties in whose judgment I am disposed to place great confidence. It is a species of by- play, capable of adaptation to a company consisting of any number of persons, and mostly in vogue at the dinner-table, after the cloth has been drawn, and the dessert introduced. There is no name for it, but the sport is conducted something in this way: A lady, on the discovery of a double kernel among the almonds upon her plate, presents half of it to the nearest gentleman, or any gentleman, indeed, whom she chooses to honour with her attention. Now, the conditions upon which this portion of the nut is bestowed are these. A day must first be suffered to elapse, and then, if the lady can contrive to drop unexpectedly upon the gentleman, and cry (before he 146 WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. himself can get the word out, or the penalty would be reversed), "Philippine!" or "Philippine!" I do not recollect which he becomes her debtor forthwith for either a bracelet, or a watch, or a chain, or a pencil-case, or a dress, or some other trinket or article of apparel. And it singularly enough hap- pens that the lady is always the successful party on these oc- casions. No matter how sharp and ingenious the gentleman may be, he is sure to get outwitted. He may, if open to dis- covery in a public thoroughfare, rush into a shop if he pleases; but he will not escape so; the lady has a purchase to make, and, ere his lips can frame a syllable of the magic word, "Phi- lippino " is her cry. He may, if in danger of detection while sitting quietly in a room among his friends, secret himself be- hind the door, if he feel so inclined; but that is the most like- ly place of all others for two cheerfully-disposed young people to meet, and the precaution avails him nothing. He may, under similar circumstances, dive under a table, or plunge into a cupboard, if one be at hand, and he approve of the measure; but there is sure to be some blue-eyed, tight-bod- diced, laughing cousin, or other acquaintance, among the com- pany, who delights in betraying him ; and, in fact, do what he will, and get where he will, it is his fit and proper destiny to be caught, and caught he is ; and should he chance to have two or three responsibilities of a like agreeable nature falling due on the same evening, he naturally grows a little excited with the recreation, and need have a tolerably well-stored purse, too, to keep pace with it. HEAP THE TWENTY-FOURTH. In one of the preceding paragraphs, I have given the reader to understand that I had not been in the way of hear- ing much music since ray departure from the Lower Province. In making such a statement I deviated in some measure from the truth. Nearly all the gentlemen in the Hotel du C WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. 147 were musically disposed; and, as I had the fortune to be lo- cated in that wing of the building which contained the largest body of the boarders, I enjoyed the full benefit of their performances. No. 15 played a fiddle; No. 16 a flute; 17 an accordian; 18 a violoncello; 19 a guitar; 20 a corno- pean; 21 a barrel-organ; 22 a tambarine; 23 a drum; 24 a hautboy; 25 a Jew's-harp; 26 whistled; 28 sang; and 29 was an actor, who occupied a room just over my head, and was continually practising falls upon the floor, and ventriloquial soliloquies a la Messrs Kean and Macready. And, as all these gentlemen usually contrived to be taken with the fit at the same moment, and the melodies they respectively produced blended into one grand and general diapason, the effect, upon the whole, was of course sublime, and a listener became pro- portionately enchanted with it. I was sitting one day with a book in my hand, undergoing a melodious infliction of the na- ture hinted, when my door opened, and No. 21 put in his head. It was Mr Dudge. " There has somebody been looking for you," said he. "I told them you would be in shortly. Have you got the note?" " Note ? No, I have seen no note." " Ah ! then he has carried it away with him," replied Mr Dudge. " I told the lad that I was a particular friend of yours, and would take charge of it." " A lad, did you say ? How was he dressed ?" "In a sky-blue livery, with round silver buttons; he looked like a gentleman's tiger, and had got the impudence of Beel- zebub himself." " I am much obliged to you for your politeness," said I, en- deavouring, though in vain, to recollect where I had seen a youth answering to the description drawn by Mr Dudge. "Oh, say nothing about that," said he; "if there is any- thing I can ever do to serve you, don't fail to make use of me." " By the by, are not you the proprietor of that dismal barrel-organ which I hear occasionally ? " "Yes; a charming instrument, isn't it?" 148 WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. "Why, tastes are apt to differ, you know; I wish you wouldn't play it quite so often." "Ah, you would prohibit me that melancholy gratifica- tion, sir, would you? No; that instrument was presented to me by a very dear and departed friend, who, dying, requested me to grind it often, and think of him. Good-day !" The door closed, and No. 21 began to grind away at the barrel-organ again with greater vigour than ever; the fiddle caught the infection ; the gentleman with the red eyes followed suit upon the flageolet; No. 18 struck in with the violoncello; and the flute, accordian, guitar, hautboy, Jew's-harp, and tam- barine, becoming similarly inoculated, dashed off instantly to join them with a hum, and a buzz, and a roar, and a screech, that set my teeth horribly on edge, and worked me up into a state of frenzy bordering closely upon madness. I was contemplating the propriety of exchanging my apart- ments in the Hotel du C , for others in some quiet boarding- house in the neighbourhood of the mountain, when my medi- tations were broken in upon by the brisk application of a set of knuckles to the door. The tiger with the sky-blue livery and the round silver buttons presented himself, and handed me a note. It was a pleasantly- couched invitation to dine with Colonel Banjo next day. "How did your master become acquainted with my ad- dress?" I inquired of the boy in blue, whose name I subse- quently discovered to be Luke Squiff. " He set me to follow you home the other night, and pro- mised me a dollar if I got to know your name, and where you was staying. Please to come to dinner, or I shan't get my dollar." I penned a hasty reply to Colonel Banjo's polite communi- cation, and committed it to Colonel Banjo's confidential tiger, who deposited it in a side pocket, and said, "Please to let me take a pull at the water-jug, for the weather's so hot, and I'm so thirsty, and these clothes are so tight, and this frill pricks my ears so dreadfully." I gave the required permission, and Luke, having performed WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. 149 his errand, unscrewed the latch of the door to depart, but turned, and said, " He's such a wicked old gentleman." "Who, sir? 1 ' I sharply asked ."who?" " The governor the cunnel," replied Luke, glancing back to see that nobodj was behind him, and allowing his voice to sink almost into a whisper; " of all the swearing " " Go along, sir. How dare you speak of your master thus ? Go away;" and Luke Squiffwas gone. I was not sorry to make Colonel Banjo's acquaintance, for I felt satisfied that he was something of a character ; I had a presentiment that his wife was a lady; I knew that his garden and grounds were a little paradise, and (as the truth must be told) I entertained a strong curiosity to see something of the daughter who occupied so conspicuous a share of her father's jealous regard, and played upon the pianoforte so touchingly. On the morrow, therefore, at the appointed hour, I wended my way to the neighbourhood of the mountain, and was most hospitably received by the gallant colonel, at the gate of his pretty villa. Colonel Banjo was a choleric but well-meaning elderly gen- tleman of what is termed the " Old School," and, it appeared, had, at the instigation of Mrs and Miss Banjo, who were duly shocked at him, entered into an engagement not to swear for at least twelve months the colonel would not bargain for longer under pain of a heavy penalty; but he had contrived to hit upon so many other odd and ingenious modes of letting off his superfluous steam, that I feared the colonel to be quite irreclaimable; and so did all the ladies, who affected to think him, publicly, a very violent and impudent man, but were all the time so privately delighted and charmed with him, that they would no more have dreamed of forfeiting Colonel Banjo's approving nod and leer, or of sallying out upon an evening stroll, or pic-nic into the woods, without Colonel Banjo's select society, than the caterer and steward of that pic-nic would have dreamed of starting without the hamper laden with the champagne, or the basket containing the pumpkin pies and beef sandwiches. 150 WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. Colonel Banjo figured in the battle of Waterloo, and had two horses shot under him, as well as a blunt bayonet poked against his stalwart chest by a corporal of the old guard, who, however, after two or three unsuccessful prods, found he could make nothing of him, and went away disgusted. There was a lively tradition, too, current, of the colonel having, once on a time, during a brief sojourn in the far west, been chased for a distance of three miles over the level prairie by a wounded buffalo; on which occasion, also, he out-manoeuvred his for- midable antagonist, and had the subsequent pleasure and satis- faction of dining off his hump. The latter interesting story, indeed, Colonel Banjo himself related to me with considerable humour, and had another, and still more exciting one, in store; but, owing to his being called upon at the moment in the ab- sence of swearing to thump the diminutive Luke Squiff upon the head with a decanter, and take a turn or two into his back with a cork-screw (in consideration of the young gentleman's having mistaken a bin of Madeira for that of port), the colonel was compelled to postpone the narration of it for the present, and promised to give it me shortly. And here, by way of episode, I shall, with the reader's per- mission, relate an agreeable adventure that befell me at the house of Colonel Banjo; not that there was anything unusual or by any means remarkable in the affair, but because it will serve as an illustration of the curious description of game, or amusement, entitled " Philippine," of which I have already treated. There was, among the many charming people I had the pleasure of meeting at Banjo Villa, one extremely diminu- tive lady, of apparently about three or four-and- thirty years of age, of whom though I had perhaps no just grounds for so doing I entertained a most decided horror. Miss Julia Trinket was so diminutive, that, as she sat at the dinner-table (with her feet some three-quarters of a yard from the floor), her head was the only part of her person that was visible; and she reminded me forcibly of the unpleasant little female who is always found, enclosed in a square box, upon the platform of the principal show at a country wake or fair; and who, at WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. 151 the word of command, puts out a poor withered arm, for the inspection of wondering bumpkins. And then Miss Julia Trinket's little, black, restless, twinkling eyes! they were everywhere, searching about, prying here, peeping there, and slipping all over you, and appearing to know so much, and keep it so cleverly ! There never were such glistening little eyes, nor such a leering little nose, nor such a sharp compla- cent little chin, nor such a demure expression of countenance, nor such wafers of ears, nor such a perkish-looking little clump of black shining hair. But to return. The cloth had been drawn; the wine was being pushed about; and the company were merry. Suddenly I caught the glance of Miss Julia Trinket. I had endeavoured not to do so, but it was my fate, and I felt like a bird when it encounters the gaze of the basi- lisk. In another moment Luke Squiff touched my elbow, and, upon my turning round, handed a plate to me. It had the two half kernels of a double almond upon it. " What are these?" I asked. " Miss Julia Trinket, sir, begs jour acceptance of one of them." I concealed my chagrin, took the almond, and bowed to the lady, to betoken my acceptation of the challenge. There was an instant silence, which was broken by Colonel Banjo. " I will bet any gentleman a dozen of wine," cried he, laugh- ing, " that Julia wins her Philippine." " Taken," replied a handsome old half-pay officer, who sat to my left hand; and thereupon that corpulent veteran, whose name was Major Bilberry, drew out a red memorandum-book, and made an entry of the transaction. There was a murmur of applause; Miss Julia Trinket's eye emitted another unc- tuous twinkle; and, figuratively speaking, she was now upon my trail. But I had resolved that Major Bilberry should win the dozen of wine; and whether the major did, or did not, will be seen hereafter. In the cool of the day, at the suggestion of Colonel Banjo, we all sallied out, and made the ascent of Mount Royal. Imagination still pictures to my view the sublime scene 152 WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. visible from the brow of this romantic height. The sun was setting over the distant Belleisle,* and the gigantic tin crucifix upon his summit, flashing back the long rays of yellow light, appeared to be a jewel glittering upon the bosom of the far blue heaven; in the valley at our feet rolled the majestic St Lawrence, azure and gold; hard by, diffusing fragrance over the peaceful waters, bloomed the lovely island of St Helen's; and immediately beneath us, sitting at the stately river's brink, gleamed the beautiful Hochelaga the fairy city, the Queen of the Canadas; every metallic roof and spire reflecting the evening beams, and sending up such a blaze of crimson glory, that it seemed as though the jealous earth, seeking to rival the western skies in splendour, had suddenly opened, and all the long-hidden riches of her treasure caves and cells lay there exposed in one vast lustrous heap ! As I was leaving Banjo Villa, Luke Squiff, who had assisted me to my coat, put on a dolorous expression of countenance, and said, in a subdued tone, " Isn't he a shocking example, sir, for a young lad of my years? But he was quite mild to-night; he always is, before company. You should see him when there is nobody here ; " and Luke raised his hands and eyes. "What do you mean, sir?" I asked. "If you allude to your master, I consider him a very worthy gentleman, and advise you to treat him with proper respect." Luke pocketed the tendered quarter-dollar with a business- like air, and, sighing, observed, " I wouldn't care if I was older; but, you see, just when one's tastes are forming, and one's habits are " "Eh? what sir?" said I, turning hastily round, and re- garding Mr Squiff with much curiosity; "pray, how old are you?" "I don't know," was the rejoinder; "I may be fourteen, and it's just as likely that I am fifty. I never had a father, * Belleisle is the loftiest mountain in Canada, and has upon its topmost peak a tin cross, upwards of eighty feet in height. WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. 153 nor a mother; but I wish to do what's right, and am very much afraid I shall go wrong." What a droll boy ! "If you are going into the backwoods, I wish you would take me with you," whimpered Luke, brushing a tear away with his sleeve. "I could turn my hand to anything, and am by no means particular about diet I believe I could almost graze." I shook my head, and walked away, thinkingly. I pondered awhile upon the dubious prospects and singular precocities of Luke Squiff; and then upon the charms of Miss Julia Trinket; as well as upon the probability of her winning the Philippino, to the unspeakable mortification of myself, and the extreme discomfiture of the stout Major Bilberry. Shakspere has told us, that he was never merry when he heard sweet music. If sweet music, then, had this depressing influence upon his spirits, what would have been the state of his feelings, could he have listened for one second to the ghastly concord of strange sounds that smote my ear, as I returned late on this eventful night to my apartments in the Hotel du C ? The boarders had got up the long- promised bull-dance at last, and upwards of seventy gentlemen were taxing their locomotive powers upon the occasion; each of them, by way of running accompaniment, playing his own favourite instrument as he danced; and the melodious Mr Dudge, with the barrel-organ suspended by a strong cord from his shoulders, moving gracefully about with the rest, but pausing occasionally to ease his weary back, or arrange the stops for a fresh tune. The laughter was at its loudest, the festivities were at their most exciting pitch, when one of the stewards of the dance (the gentleman who played the tambarine) intimated, through an enormous ship's trumpet, that there was a suspi- cious sail in the offing; and the next moment in rushed the lady of the establishment, Madame S , white with rage. A deafening salute from the whole body of musical instru- ments greeted her entry: the cymbals clashed; the organ 154 WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. groaned; the French horn bellowed its basest; and the spec- tral-looking young Canadian who presided at the big drum in the corner, seized his sticks suddenly, and rolled Napoleon's favourite "pas de charge," with a vehemence that almost shattered the windows. And now, too, had arrived the proper crisis for the development of Mr Ben Chaffers' super- natural tact and abilities. Madame, in a perfect paroxysm of passion, was standing in the middle of the room, with one arm extended (like Cromwell in the act of dissolving the Long Parliament), about to issue an order for the instant evacuation of the premises, when the irresistible Ben skipped buoyantly towards her, clasped the little outstretched hand, kissed it rapturously, and, catching the helpless lady round the waist, whisked her five times round the apartment, to the intense gratification of the whole company, who, to testify their delight and approbation, struck up a tune ten degrees louder and more deplorable than anything they had yet per- petrated. Whether madame was soothed by the music, or whether her better feelings had been worked upon by the gallantry of the master of the ceremonies, has not transpired; but the good lady's frown presently gave place to a gracious smile, the ominous pallor resolved itself into a charming flush, and when the breathless Mr Ben Chaffers eventually de- posited his pretty partner at the door, instead of assailing him with a storm of her bitterest invective, madame merely boxed his ears, called him an impudent dog, and said she had a very great mind to expel him the house. There never was so seasonable an interposition; there never was so triumphant a victory. As I was retiring somewhat wearily to my chamber, I hap- pened to pass the theatrical gentleman upon the staircase ; but his features had undergone so strange a metamorphosis, that I had much difficulty in recognising them. The poor man, it appeared, had been practising his falls to such effect during my absence, that he had found himself reduced to the necessity of placarding his contused cranium in several places with huge patches of diachylon plaster ; under which treatment it strongly WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. 155 resembled the gable-end of some ill-thatched tenement that had been rather extensively patronised by the bill-stickers. ' HEAP THE TWENTY-FIFTH. I was at length so fortunate as to secure comfortable lodgings in the neighbourhood of my favourite mountain, and thencefor- ward always looked upon these as my head -quarters. Here I met with new scenes and new acquaintances; but, as they were such as one might meet with every day, in every place, I have little to say respecting them, except that they proved as quiet and agreeable as the others had proved noisy and irksome. I could now, moreover, enjoy perfect privacy, if I wished it. In this boarding-house I made the acquaintance of one Mr Carrol, who inquired whether I had as yet paid a visit to the Belleisle Mountain, which, he assured me, was considered the elder and chief of the family of Canadian Lions. I replied that I had not. Neither had he; so we agreed to perform the jour- ney together, and a certain Mr Meadows, who turned out to be a very capital travelling companion though he had little eye for the picturesque offered to accompany us. I was called up betimes the next morning by Mr Carrol and his friend Mr Meadows, who had procured a calash, and pro- vided the other requisites for a day's jaunt into the country. The vehicle was not intended to accommodate three persons, but, as Mr Meadows was a small man (though an important one withal), we contrived to put him between us, and then drove straight down to the river, and into a ferry-boat, which bore us to a place termed " Longeuil." From Longeuil we proceeded along a fine, smooth, famous plank-road to Chambly, a distance of twelve or thirteen miles, and here it became necessary for us to procure a fresh horse, as our present one had been in the in- variable habit of stopping at this settlement, and nothing would induce him to proceed a step farther. A second animal was therefore (the other having refreshed himself at the trough, 156 WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. and walked into the stable of his own accord) brought from a neighbouring pasture, and while he was being " fixed," I took a stroll into the sanctum of an apothecary hard by. The shop, or surgery, contained a variety of dark mysterious-looking bottles, some drawers, a score or two of gallipots, two or three tall wide-mouthed glass jars (in one of which, suspended by the neck, hung a small pickled cat, with his tongue out, as though in derision of his fate), and the usual " beggarly account of empty boxes;" while over the chimney-piece, and around the walls of the apartment, flared a number of coarse caricatures, of people with their mouths wide open, undergoing tooth- extraction, and of several others having a leg a-piece sawn off at the hip. As I was turning from them with disgust, the doctor himself appeared. He was a short unwholesome-look- ing man, with a dirty greasy-collared drab coat, an old nap- less white hat, a clay pipe, and an air and demeanour answer- ing something to that of a retired pork-butcher, or hot- pieman. He ran in for his lancet-case; nodded to me; paused a moment on the door-step, to gasp convulsively at his nearly extinguished pipe; jumped into his cart; seized the reins; whipped a vaga- bond pig, that was attacking the hair on his horse's fetlocks ; and then darted away at a gallop, to inoculate an infant, and phlebotomise the grandmother. Nothing, trifle though it be, that possesses a claim to quaint- ness and originality, should escape a traveller's observation, or be denied a corner in his memorandum- book. Connected with a portion of the outer wall of almost every farm-house we had yet passed, was an affair exactly like a huge four- posted, white- quilted feather-bed, without curtains; which at once suggested the idea that the conjugal sky in this quarter of the globe had its occasional fits of squall, and that one of the members of each family preferred spending the nights in the open air. But, upon inquiry, I discovered that I had put a con- struction upon these strange appendages widely differing from the one they were intended to bear, for they were, in fact, nothing more nor less than ovens, though I am satisfied that few persons of ordinary sagacity could, by any process of WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. 157 their reasoning powers, have arrived at so very unexpected a conclusion. Another hour's drive along a dusty road brought us to the foot of the mountain, where we alighted, and, resigning the calash to a dumb man who offered to take charge of it, inquired of a genteel young lady, standing in a perfect state of nudity at a cottage-door, by which path we were to proceed. She kindly took a few steps to point out the line of march it would be proper for us to pursue, and we at once directed our ener- gies to the ascent. Passing six or seven tall crucifixes, around each of which a pious party of kneeling devotees were crossing themselves, and telling their beads, we soon gained Belleisle's summit; but there was something so extraordinary, and unearthly, and in- explicable, in the scene that it opened to the eye, that I shall not attempt to describe either that, or the impression it made upon me, or the ideas a contemplation of it suggested. Suffice it if I say, then, that, as I gazed from the green brow of this commanding eminence, Lake Champlain, the Lake of the Two Mountains, the blue St Lawrence, the rapid Richelieu, the far- stretching Ottawa, and the dimly developed outline of the dis- tant Kaatskill, were all visible from it, together with some thousands of miles of a rich and undulating country, whose beauty language must vainly endeavour to portray. By no means the least charming feature of this majestic mountain is its lovely lake, which is so sweetly embosomed and hemmed in by the green forest, that, without due care, one is rather apt to overlook it. To appreciate its beauty the better, in the absence of a canoe, we constructed a rude raft, and paddled out towards the opposite bank; but, as our hastily- formed batteau manifested a strong inclination to explore the profundity of the dark and stilly depths beneath us, and as the youngest gentleman of our party, Mr Meadows (notwithstand- ing the consolation that a trite and popular adage might have afforded him), insisted upon harbouring a presentiment that he was about to share a fate similar to that usually awaiting a thriving family of tender-aged kittens, we were induced to 158 WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. splash our way back to the shore, and, after descending the steep, to remount the calash, and turn our faces towards home; diverging a little from the main road, however, at the particu- lar request of the gentleman just alluded to (who was a worthy, excellent soul), in order that we might repass the cottage where the picturesque young lady stood, and have the opportunity of thanking her once more for the kindness she showed us in pointing out the path by which the ascent of Belleisle was to be effected. On drawing up at Chambly, to recover our own horse, that business-like animal who, having finished his corn, was standing with his head thrust from the stable-door, anxiously looking for our return walked in a most composed manner across the yard to us, and backed himself scientifically into his proper position between the shafts of the vehicle. I had never before witnessed such a droll and systematic proceeding on the part of a quadruped, and did not fail to tender my due appre- ciation of his eccentricities. HEAP THE TWENTY-SIXTH. I was anxious to see a nunnery, and applied for admission to the one they term " The Grey;" but, as no gentlemen (sav- ing those ghostly fathers the priests) are admitted into the private apartments of the sisters, I am not able to say what the grey nuns are like, for I would not be so uncharitable as to suppose for an instant that the lady who peeped through the grate at me, and wielded the keys, was to be considered a proper specimen. A visiter is permitted, however, to walk over the hospital, and into the nursery, and of that permission I availed myself, though there was scarcely anything in either to afford pleasure or awaken interest, and certainly nothing to inspire a stranger with the slightest wish to pay them a second yisit. THE FETE DIEU. Having been told that this splendid and WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. 159 rather expensive spectacle was a very grave and imposing one, I was quite prepared to be duly overcome by it, but found some portions of the performance so irresistibly ludicrous, that, as I had not made a vow to the contrary, I could not help laughing at them. The Roman Catholic Bishop of Montreal, who was the temporary representative of his Holiness the Pope, headed the procession, and had to walk under a gorgeous canopy, topped with a golden crucifix, with one eye applied to a cavity in a piece of tinsel, supposed to be emblematic of the glance of Deity; and when I saw him staring with all his might through this at the hind-quarters of an unwieldy horse that had blocked up the way, how was it possible for me to maintain my gravity ! But the ceremony of scattering the flowers, performed by the graceful and elegantly attired children, struck me as being re- markably pretty, and about the most gratifying thing of the whole show. As for the four or five hundred Jesuit priests who followed, I tried very hard to discover one open, honest, manly countenance among the whole assembly, and failed most signally. They were, without exception, the ugliest, the most crafty, the most sensual, the most beetle-browed and diabolical- looking set of fellows I ever beheld, and appeared all at a first glance (from the fact of each having a small bald place on his crown) to have been labouring under a recent attack of ring- worm ; but these unsightly marks, I was told, were merely the insignia of their order, and the result of an application of a little soft soap and a razor. About the poor nuns, and chari- table sisters, who brought up the rear (each holding a tallow candle of at least a yard in length), little need be said, but much felt. They think they are performing a religious duty; they confidently believe they are acting rightly and consistently in excluding themselves from the sinful world and its no less sinful pleasures; and, as sad, conscientious, suffering creatures, deserve our esteem, and the kindliest sympathies of which our natures are capable. They do a vast deal of good among the poor, in their gentle, quiet way, and the majority of them would tell you, with a suppressed sigh, that they are happy, though their pale and pensive features, and heaving hearts, would give 160 WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. those words the lie. A blessing upon the pallid uncomplaining nuns, who have affections and passions like ourselves; and con- fusion to yon scowling, black-stoled, stealthy gang of moral moles, who, with looks austere, to bespeak a sanctity they do not know, and heads bent down, to hide the evil thoughts they harbour, profess to be finger-posts to a sacred heaven that owns them not, and the servants of an incensed God their lying lips blaspheme. As I was leisurely wending my way homeward along Notre Dame Street, on the very morning of my visit to the Grey Nunnery, I felt somebody grasp my arm, and, turning round, saw Major Bilberry. Pie was purple with emotion. " Away ! " gasped he; "you have not a moment to lose." He stammered something further, but I did not catch its import. I heard the magic words, " Julia Trinket," however, and those were suffi- cient to acquaint me with the peril of my situation. Within twenty yards of me, chatting to an acquaintance, came tripping the diminutive lady with the twinkling eyes and complacent chin. A moment's delay would have proved fatal. By dili- gently declining all invitations to parties at which there was a probability of her being present, I had contrived to evade Miss Julia Trinket and her Philippine hitherto, and I was deter- mined to evade her now. A close carriage stood near. It be- longed (I afterwards learned) to a physician, who was visiting a patient. I sprang into it, closed the door, and the driver, thinking that his master had performed his call and got in again, drove briskly away. In the space of five minutes the coach stopped, the servant jumped down arid opened the car- riage door, and I, to his utter astonishment, emerged from the vehicle. A few words, and a half-dollar piece, soon explained matters, and the physician (who arrived shortly after), accept- ing my apology, and laughing in a very gracious and gentle- manly manner, proceeded on his rounds. The next day, I observed a large crowd moving in the direc- tion of the " House." Parliament was about to be prorogued ; and, having nothing better to do, I went to witness the cere- mony. The last time I had happened to drop in, a slight alter- WHITTLINGS FKOM THE WEST. 161 cation bad taken place between two of the members, which threatened serious results. One member called his brother a fool a dash of politeness which induced the brother member to smile scornfully, and think his honourable friend an ass; who, in his turn, requested permission of the Speaker to walk over and pull the honourable gentleman's nose; upon which the Speaker remarked, that, if a proceeding of the kind was ab- solutely essential to his comfort and peace, he (the member) was to set about it forthwith, as he (the Speaker) was getting hungry, and wanted his dinner. There is a gentleman, too (a member of this same Legislative Assembly), whose name chances to be French for a pig, and who, whenever he rises, is received with such a storm of grunts varying in tone and power from the suppressed squeak of a young and tender porker, to the more sonorous and decided snort of an elderly sow that, as he is quite unable to make himself heard, he generally re- sumes his seat until these cheering tokens of the esteem and good-will of his audience have subsided. The Governor-General (whose name figures in Peninsular history) was a fine silvery-haired old man ; a little infirm, per* haps, and with a stoop, but he was still the soldier, and had that easy, unembarrassed air and deportment which are ever the leading characteristics of true nobility. But he was evi- dently getting rather weary of the ceremony of prorogation ; and no wonder; for every time the individual in the black gown handed him one of the seventy rolls of parchment that lay upon the table before him, and made a low bow with it, the earl had to make a low bow too, in return, and I fancy was much rejoiced when the business was over. But the prodigious presence of mind, the perfect self-posses- sion of the Governor- General, charmed me beyond measure. It was his duty on this occasion to read a speech, expressive of his gratitude to the Legislative Assembly for their able and admirable conduct during the past session ; and, as he was somewhat shortsighted, in turning over the leaves, he skipped from page four to ten, and continued to read quickly on for several minutes, without appearing to be at all struck with the L 162 WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. incongruous nature of the compliments he was scattering around him. The fact, however, seemed to occur to him at length, for he paused doubtfully for a second or two, turned back to the very first page, fixed his glass more firmly in his eye, and began to read the speech all over again. HEAP THE TWENTY-SEVENTH. The term of my intended sojourn in Lower Canada having ex- pired, I began to think of starting for the " bush." I had seve- ral interesting localities in the neighbourhood yet to visit, but I could see these by and by, for I purposed returning to Montreal in February or March, and waiting the opening of the naviga- tion. My arrangements were soon made ; my portmanteau (I had but one) packed; my rifle cleaned, and got ready for ser- vice; the necessary ammunition for a three or four months' cruise in the backwoods procured; a few beads and trinkets for distribution among the Indians purchased; and I had only to bid my friends farewell. The greater portion of this grave piece of business was speedily despatched, but I had Colonel Banjo yet to shake hands with, and to that sturdy old veteran's villa I at once re- paired. Contrary to Luke Squiff's custom, instead of throw- ing open the door of the spacious drawing-room, he ushered me into the colonel's study. It was a large apartment, and rather eccentrically furnished. There were books ; there were statues ; there were pictures ; there were busts ; there were deer's heads, and antlers; there were fragments of rocks, and fossils; there were anatomical plates and preparations; there was a part of a mummy that had been taken from a necropolis at Thebes; there were some stuffed fish ; there were sabres, and pistols, and fowling-pieces; there was an old hunting-coat, very much soiled about the tails; there were spurs, and whips, and bows, and spears, and fishing-tackle; and, among the rest, there was a grotesque old clock, which kept up a dismal ticking in a WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. 163 corner, and was suggestive of the deepest melancholy. I had never beheld so queer an old clock, and, walking wonderingly up to it, regarded the face and framework attentively. I next drew out my watch, and compared the respective times. As I did this, my gaze slipped from the dial of the machine down to its corpulent body, and there, through a little piece of coloured glass in the centre of it, I distinctly saw a human eye, twink- ing villanously, and watching my every movement. My first act \vas to recoil a step; my second, to turn the key of the clock-door, and put it (the key not the clock) into my pocket; and my third, to congratulate myself on my escape. The truth instantly flashed upon me. The diminutive Julia Trinket was concealed in the body of the piece of furniture I had been sur- veying, and she was only waiting the fit moment to emerge and win her Philippine. But the door of her hiding-place (like the lid of the old oak chest that contained the blooming bride, in the tale) was locked upon her, and I had nothing to dread; so, without allowing my satisfaction to betray itself in my countenance, I sat down near the table, and turned over the leaves of a book. It was Bur- ton's " Anatomy of Melancholy." Shortly afterwards, Colonel Banjo, and his wife, and daughter, and a lady friend or two, entered the room. I saw the eye of the waggish colonel rove twice or thrice to the spot of the intended ambuscade, but I did not seem to observe it. The next minute the wicked old gentle- man coughed, as though to intimate that now was the time or never; but still Julia Trinket did not appear. Colonel Banjo coughed again, and I rose to take my leave. Colonel Banjo pressed my hand, and would have detained me, but time was valuable, and I had a presentiment that the little lady would be suffocated. I cut short the leave-taking, therefore, and took my departure; but paused at the gate of Banjo Villa, to put the key of the scoundrel clock into the hand of Luke Squiff, and desire him to present it, with my most respectful compli- ments, to his master. The next morning I proceeded by calash to Lachine, and thence by steam-boat up the river St Lawrence to the famous 164 WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. Lake of the Thousand Isles, where I met with a little adven- ture that must not be overlooked. HEAP THE TWENTY-EIGHTH. Who has not heard of the Lake of not Cashmere but the Thousand Isles? The Thousand Isles, we say, though there are in reality upwards of eighteen hundred of them, rich in bloom and beauty, and forming a succession of the loveliest wild pictures imaginable. Among the number, there is one which (from its odd triangular shape, I suppose) has received the ap- pellation of FIDDLER'S ELBOW. The steamer that plies between Lachine and Kingston frequently touches at this island, and lands her passengers, who, should the day be fine, amuse them- selves by sauntering about till the bell rings, when they hurry breathlessly on board, the plank is withdrawn, the paddles re- sume their labours, and the vessel scours rapidly away again, like some monstrous animal that has drunk at a fountain and feels refreshed. I was among the party who landed at Fiddler's Elbow on the occasion of the present trip, but, unfortunately for my pro- spects, I did not happen to be among those who had the address to scramble back to the vessel's deck; and accordingly I was left behind. I felt much as Alexander Selkirk must have done, when he gazed around the lonely Juan Fernandez, and found himself " monarch of all he surveyed." I shouted at the top of my voice to the crew of the fast-retreating pucket, but the roar of the noisy paddles drowned my cries; and my only alternative was to wait the arrival of the morrow's boat. "Is she gone?" gasped the pleasant voice of some person who was evidently labouring under violent mental agitation. I turned, and beheld a tall lady in a blue veil; and, shortly after, we were joined by a deliberate-looking young man, in a sort of undress military cap and surtout. The lady and he were in a similar predicament with myself. They had been WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. 165 wandering about Fiddler's Elbow, and the warning tones of the steamer's bell had not reached their ears or, at all events, their ears had not profited by them. " Is she gone ?" exclaimed the tall lady, clasping her hands, and looking mournfully into the distance. " She is indeed, madam," said I. The blue veil hid the features of the lady, but I knew that she was weeping. It was an awkward thing for a young and timid female to be left on a desert island with two strange gentlemen. We assured her, however, that we would render her situation as comfortable as circumstances would permit; and, after a decent interval spent in lamentation, our fair friend was prevailed upon to seat herself on a little knoll of grass, while the deliberate-looking young man and I went to gather sticks for a fire. As I stooped to pick up a few dry twigs, I chanced to glance toward the opposite shore of the St Lawrence. " Ah ! I see what you are thinking of," cried St Clair for that proved to be the name of the* gentleman : "it would be a bold swim; still I fancy we might manage it." "But the lady?" " True, we must not desert her. Poor thing ! she is wringing her hands yet. I wish she would remove that veil." " We must build her a bower," said I, " as soon as we have got these sticks to burn. Have you a knife? Good; now let us look for a flint." There was no flint to be found ; there were stones in abun- dance, but they would not yield sparks. What was to be done ? The air was growing chill ; night would soon set in, and the lady with the blue veil would catch cold. I had heard that two pieces of dry wood, rubbed together, would eventually ignite, and now resolved to make the experiment. I did, but to no purpose, and began to weary of the operation. At length the sticks turned brown, then black, then they grew hot; St Clair got a piece of touchwood out of a rotten tree, and in a few minutes we had a grand blaze. This task accomplished, we threw up a rude breastwork of turf and brambles, covered it 166 WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. with green boughs, and begged the lady with the blue veil to accept it as her temporary abode. We were two hours or more in effecting these arrangements, and then St Clair, fanning himself with his cap, said, " It is not complete, we want bedclothes." I luckily had a light spare overcoat, and so had he. We divested ourselves of these, and converted them into blanket and sheets; then threw a heap of fresh sticks on the fire, and escorted our guest to her chamber. She had not once lifted the blue veil, but her voice informed us that she was young, and interesting, and pretty; and, when she bade us good night, there was so much sweet- ness in the tone of the salutation, and so deep a gratitude in the mode of its expression, that St Clair and myself grew quite enamoured of the lady, and felt that the slight service we had rendered her was already sufficiently acknowledged. St Clair and I threw ourselves upon the turf, and fell each into a long train of reflection. There was a something in my companion's voice and appearance that inspired me with a wish to learn the particulars of his history. He had a small silver- topped walking cane in his hand, and, as he reclined, he stirred up the embers of the fire with its point, after the manner of a man who was raking among old recollections. Presently he gave the ashes an impatient push with his stick, as though he had quite done with them, and, changing his position, " Come," said he, "let us talk; how otherwise shall we contrive to pass this dismal night?" "Agreed," was my response; "if your thoughts, a minute since, were such as you can communicate, let me know them." " In part, willingly. I have this day completed my thirtieth year, and was thinking that I should always henceforth regard myself as an elderly man. It is a serious business, and awakens serious reflections. How our feelings, and our aspirations, and our pursuits change! What a fool does the stripling of sixteen appear to the lad of two-and twenty; and how much more an idiot the lad of two-and-twenty to the sober reasoner of thirty- five ! What a history is the life of every individual the fol- lies indulged in, and the things endured! And how stupid, WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. 167 the conceits we hold at certain stages of our career. I used to mutter to myself, when I gazed upon a man of forty, * What have you got to live for? why don't you die?' I now dis- cover that there is a possibility of existence being really quite tolerable at, forty ay, and at fifty; and that (though the thing is ludicrous) even an old fellow, with the snows of eighty win- ters upon his head, may also have a few private reasons for bearing with his infirmities a year or two longer." St Clair interested me, and I begged him to proceed. I arose to fling a fresh heap of brushwood on the fire, and hoped to find him thaw. ** I have seldom seen a darker night," said I, resuming my position on the ground ; " there is not a star visible." "And how still," returned St Clair. "I wonder whether our fair friend is asleep. Hark! yes: poor girl! By the by, she is tolerably well armed; there is a brace of pistols in one of my coat-pockets, and a flask of choice liqueur in the other. The latter would be useful to us I wonder whether I could manage to abstract it, without causing her alarm." " I fear not," said I; "you will get yourself shot." " What, again!" cried St Clair, with a queer look. " Well, you are right; we will not interrupt her slumbers, and the cor- dial may prove valuable to-morrow. Come, I see you are growing inquisitive; I can tell you a story; will you hear it?" " Gladly." " I am seldom communicatively disposed, but I feel particu- larly so to-night. The world is divided into two sorts of people. The one set I like, and the other I hate ; these I can be frank with, and those I would keep eternally at a distance. To the former 1 can open the door of my heart; and against the latter I always shut, bar, and double bolt it. I will treat you as though you were an acquaintance of twenty years' standing. But, be- fore I begin, let us wriggle down yonder old stump of tree, and trim up the fire again. So that will do." " My name, I have told you, is St Clair. I am an Ameri- can, as you have already discovered. I was born in Phila- delphia. My parents both died when I was a mere child, and ] C8 WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. left me to the care of an uncle, who was a barrister of some distinction. His father was a friend of Franklin's, and assisted that eminent statesman and philosopher in drawing up the celebrated Declaration of Independence. My uncle wished me to be bred to the bar, but I had a preference for the army, As he, however, had always shown me the greatest indulgence, I did not wish to thwart his plans. In the course of time, therefore, I left school, went to college, completed my studies, and got honourably through all my examinations; but to this day I have never practised, for, as I had inherited a sufficient fortune to render me independent, there was no necessity for my struggling to obtain a livelihood. A few years after I had attained my majority, my uncle died, and as he had ever loved me as fondly as though I had been his own son, he left me all his property and estates, which were considerable. I was now a rich man, and thought (as soon as I could find a wife to my taste) of marrying, and settling down, and applying my wealth to some useful purpose such as the diffusion of knowledge, or the institution of schools, or the erection of an hospital, or, in fact, anything that would prove of service to my fellow-crea- tures, and enable me to feel that I had not lived a useless life, nor squandered away what I had no right altogether to call my awn. But, before I finally settled down (as it is termed), I de- termined to travel for a year or two; to visit, among other places, that wonderful country of which I had heard arid read ever since I was a child, and for whose great men I had always entertained so profound a veneration ; ^to ramble among scenes that had been consecrated by departed genius; to view the tombs of warriors and statesmen ; to saunter among the ruins of ancient monasteries, castles, and abbeys, greyed by time; to tread the battle-fields of past centuries ; to look upon crowned heads, and satisfy myself whether they were made up of flesh and blood like my own; to catch the honeyed eloquence that fell from the lips of orators, and breathe the same air with men who fixed the fate of empires. In short, I would make a pil- grimage over England, and Scotland, and France, and Spain, and Italy. I would visit Greece, and Palestine, and perad- WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. 169 venture Egypt; and there was a possibility of my even pene- trating as far as the East Indies; and, indeed, there was no telling whether I might not eventually reach China, and take a quiet cup of tea with the emperor. Thus young men allow their fancies to fool them, and thus did mine carry me away for the few weeks that preceded my embarkation for your noble country. " At length I bade my friends adieu, and the ship set sail. We had some pleasant people on board; the Atlantic was less boisterous than usual ; the wind proved fair; and, after a cruise of about twenty days, we awoke one sunny morning, and dis- covered that we had pushed up the Mersey during the night, and were lying within rifle shot of Liverpool. I felt as one in a dream. I didn't believe it. Was I really in England, and should I shortly tread the shores of my fatherland? Yes, all was true and tangible, for, in staggering up the steps of the stately pier, I had the misfortune to jostle the captain of a troop of horse, which were being slung on board one of the govern- ment steamers. I apologised for jmy awkwardness, but he twirled his moustache, and stabbed me with his eye. As I was not in a quarrelsome mood, I pocketed the affront, and ordered my servant, Peter Bosch, to see to my luggage, while I was whisked away to an hotel the Adelphi, I think, they called it; a fine building, something larger and more commodious than one of our Hudson river boats, and with as many waiters as would have formed a tolerable army in the event of any sudden surprise at the hands of your lively neighbours the French. I passed an agreeable week in Liverpool, and then, having seen its docks and warehouses, and walked about its Exchange, and chatted with some of those merchants who have the reputation of being princes, I left the place, and pro- ceeded direct to London.. I wish I could describe to you some of my ideas and impressions, but that is impossible now, as they would form a history in themselves. Stay, let us have a fresh log on the fire, my legs are getting cold. " If I am unable to describe to you the ideas and feelings that the contemplation of one of your seaport towns awakened, how 170 WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. shall I paint my emotions upon entering the city of London ? You must fancy them, and I will spare you the infliction of much, to which I could, after all, afford but a poor expression. Suffice it when I tell you, that I saw St Paul's, and West- minster Abbey, and the Houses of Parliament, and the Tower (your chief lion), and Guildhall, and Somerset House, and the Coliseum, and your palaces, and your parks, as well as a thou- sand other places and things which I have not time to enume- rate; and one evening (to descend from the sublime to the ridiculous) went to a certain notorious Madame Tussaud's, where the wax figures and the living people so closely re- sembled each other, that I mistook a sleek elderly gentleman for a statue, and, in the enthusiasm of my simplicity, pinched his huge double chin, which put the poor man in such a rage, that, as I hate a riot and a mob, I thought it better to get out of the place at once, and never entered it afterwards. "I had sojourned a month in London. I had seen the greater part of its sights at any rate, most of those that were worth seeing had been in both Houses, and listened to the great speakers; had made many little excursions into the surround- ing country; had reconnoitred your brave old iron Duke as he stood one day near Apsley House, consulting his watch; and my curiosity being now partially allayed, I grew dull, as people will occasionally do, and wanted something to rouse me. I had seen a little of London life, and, as for parties, and balls, and such like amiable dissipations, they were not calcu- lated to relieve a fit of this kind. How should I kill my ennui? Casting my eye carelessly over the columns of the * Times ' that stupendous lever which moves the moral world my eye dwelt upon the magic name of Kean. He was to play ' Hamlet ' that night. I liked a tragedy, it always did me good; I sent Peter Bosch for a cab, and drove away to Covent Garden or Drury Lane was it ? I am sure I forget which. The house was full to suffocation, but I feed the box- keeper handsomely, and elbowed my way to the front row. I did not like that much; I preferred the pit, and in getting out again gave sufficient offence to lay the foundation of twenty WHITTLINGS FKOM THE WEST. 171 duels, had I felt belligerently inclined. I had got out of the boxes, but how was I to get into the pit? Fortune favoured me; a fat lady fainted, and had to be carried out. I seized the right moment, and made good a passage. I have been thus minute in describing matters, because the adventures of this evening form the turning-point of my career. Kean shone like a true star; he was great, and I was proportion- ately charmed with him. Some exquisite music, too, between the acts, played the deuce with me. I turned again, and sur- veyed the long semicircle of bright eyes and pretty faces. I looked toward the royal box. The queen and prince were there; and, near them, dukes, and duchesses, and marquises, and earls, and lords, out of number. I cared little for these, or their ladies; my gaze fixed itself upon a beautiful pale girl, with dark hair, adorned by one simple small wreath of pearls. What a contrast to the blaze of jewels in which every other would-be beauty sat enveloped ! Who was she ? An elderly man, of a military aspect, stood next her. He was evidently her father; his hair was almost wjiite, and, like his daughter, he was eminently handsome. I gazed upon the pair until I feared that I became rude; then I attempted to look elsewhere, but could not. You must not think me a fool an amorous blockhead a sentimental dandy; I had always laughed at the insipidity of a love affair, but now saw that it was merely be- cause I had not figured as the hero of it. I was in love but, understand me, not as your boys of fifteen love; I cherished the same respectful description of feeling for this lady that Dante did for his Beatrice; Leander for his Hero; Petrarch for his Laura; or, to bring it nearer to our own times, Byron for Mary Chaworth. There was not a particle of sensuality in this attachment. It was purely an affair of soul I wish you quite to comprehend this; in fact " " In fact, you wished to be the lady's brother," said I. " Ye yes," replied St Clair, rather slowly. " I comprehend perfectly." St Clair proceeded: " A passion of this nature is the finest thing that can befall a young man. He becomes dissipation- 172 WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. proof. He passes through the glow of his prime, as Sliadracli and his brothers did through the fiery ordeal of old. He goes unscathed through trials under which others would sink. He but to the lady. I forgot Kean; I let him kill Polo- nius; I let them drown Ophelia; what was all this to me? Those dark, eloquent eyes, that pale, pensive face, that braid- ed hair and simple wreath of pearls, had all my thoughts and sympathies. I was deeply, devotedly in love; and, as a proof that it was no transient whim, I tell you that I am in love still. But the play was drawing to a close. The elite of an audience seldom stay to see the whole thing out, and my pale beauty was withdrawing too, and leaning upon the arm of the military-looking gentleman with the white hair. I overturned three people in my efforts to get out of the house; they thought me mad, but I was merely endeavouring to reach the box-door. Presently the pair appeared; the officer threw a shawl round the lady; a carriage-door was opened; they entered; a foot- man put up the steps; the driver whipped his horses; and the vehicle rattled away. I was about to spring into a coach, but the man told me it was engaged. I replied that I must have it, and thrust a guinea into his hand, lie shook his head. I told him I would double it. He hesitated; I jumped in; de- sired him not to lose sight of the footman with the pink calves before us: and off we went in close pursuit. The coachman was a shrewd fellow; he understood me; and for three quar- ters of an hour or more he followed the footman with the pink stockings; turning as he turned; stopping as he stopped; and at length drawing up in a remote square, somewhere at the west end of the city. The door was then opened, and I got out. Bah ! there were more footmen than one in pink stock- ings, and I was baffled. I had been tracking to their homes two stout dowagers, for whom I didn't care a dump. I could have assaulted the cabman, and committed some respectful violence upon the ladies, but forbore; and springing into the vehicle again, ordered the driver to convey me to my hotel. "I was completely crestfallen. It would have been some consolation for me to know where my beauty lived, and be WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. 173 able to walk past the house once every evening. But that consolation was denied me. Her charms had taken possession of me, and I could think of nothing else. " I desponded for a week, and then (why did not the thing occur to me before ?) went to the box-keeper at the theatre, to inquire if he knew who the lady and gentleman were. Not he; he had not even seen them; how could he distinguish such an ordinary pair among so many people? The bear! I had distinguished nothing else ! I waited another week. Kean was to play Richard. I went, but no plain wreath of pearls adorned the boxes that night. Of course not; I saw the improbability of my ever meeting the white-haired officer and dark-eyed lady again, and a fortnight elapsed. There was to be a grand fete at Vauxhall. I wished to see a little of everything, and resolved to saunter over the gardens. I was endeavouring to forget my adventure at the theatre. I had promenaded three of the broad illuminated walks, and was pausing to survey a grotto. The band were playing Moore's ' Last Rose of Summer.' I had often heard this sweet air in New York and Boston ; and, for the moment, it carried me back to the scenes of home. The music ceased, and I resumed my walk. The next minute I was met face to face (the chances were a million to one against it) by the officer and lady of the front boxes of Covent Garden Theatre. You can conceive my joy. I was about to give public expression to it, but checked myself in time, and, be sure, did not lose sight of the pair once during the evening. I contrived, however, to keep unseen, and longed for the fireworks to commence, that I might get near the lady, and him whom I believed to be her father. I wished to catch her name; to learn their residence; to know their ultimate destination ; for I began to fancy that they, like myself, were strangers in England, and merely going the round of its gaieties. At length the crowd got in motion, and I moved with it. I saw a man push rudely against the lady, and I saw the officer, in return, lift his cane and give the of- fender a blow that made him stagger. Presently we arrived at a sort of staircase, and had no sooner ascended it, than there 174: WHITTLINGS FitOM THE WEST. were two or three deafening reports, a shower of rockets, and the exhibition commenced. Nothing could be better; my mi- litary friend placed himself close by my side. I took care to avert my face for I had a deep game to play, and a slight imprudence might have caused all my plans to miscarry. Soon afterwards, I heard the gentleman with the white hair address the lady by the name of ' Ruth.' Ruth what a beau- tiful word ! and then I heard Ruth address the gentleman as ' Papa.' What music there was in the tones of that voice ! Then I overheard her address him as ' Major.' I expected this; there is no mistaking a man who has smelt powder, and seen the bristling of bayonets. But let me shorten a rather long story. Before I parted with Ruth and the major that evening, I discovered their next destination to be the lakes of Cumberland and Westmoreland. I learned that they were about to proceed, almost immediately, to a place called Ulver- ston. The discovery gratified me beyond measure, as I had a wish to view this interesting locality, and was prepared to start for it at any moment. You are aware how a six months' sojourn in the backwoods fits a man for these sudden shifts and surprises. Once certain, therefore, that there was a pos- sibility of my meeting Ruth again in another part of the coun- try, I turned contentedly away fearing that, if I remained longer in her presence, my features might attract her observa- tion and quitted the gardens. I slept and dreamed delight- fully that night; but I will not relate the burden of those dreams, as I read something comical in your eye, and can't bear to be laughed at. " The next day I went to a wig-maker. He measured my head with much gravity, and told me that his wigs were very capital ones. ' Give me half a dozen of them,' said I. The man stared. I produced my address, paid the money, saw the parcel despatched to my lodgings, and the same hour bade adieu to the metropolis. Who that possessed an eye for the beautiful and picturesque, could endure the roar and rattle of a great city like London ? I would go to the Lakes. " Ulverston is an ordinary place. I chose one of the quietest WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. 175 hotels, and half fancied it would prove the choice of the major and his daughter also. It did. I was standing at the window admiring the sunset, when a travelling carriage rattled up to the door, and the pair alighted. They occupied a room above my head. I heard the martial tramp of the major's heavy boot, and now and then caught the tones of his deep rich voice. They walked out in the twilight, and, as they returned, I heard the mnjor say for the window was open ' We will go and view the ruins of the abbey to-morrow.' The abbey what abbey? I inquired of the waiter. Furness Abbey, distant about seven miles. The waiter, who was a loquacious fellow, told me that there was a gentleman above-stairs who had ordered a post chaise for nine o'clock in the morning, and there was no doubt, as he was going to inspect the ruins, that my company would prove very acceptable to him. I rebuked the man for his stupidity, and told him to send me the postilion whose services would be required on the occasion. He came. I thrust a piece of gold into his hand, and promised to double it, if he obeyed my instructions. The man was wax, and I moulded him to my wishes. Money is the moving power. " At the appointed moment the following day, I stood at the inn-door, ready breeched, capped, booted, and spurred, for a journey. Ruth and her father got into the carriage; a waiter shut it up ; I sprang to the back of one of the horses ; and away we went. It was a mad freak, but the pleasure of being near Ruth, and perhaps exchanging a word with her, reconciled me to it. We soon reached the abbey. I offered my arm as Miss Leyden (for that was her name) alighted, and she leaned upon it, and thanked me. I had a black wig on, and, as the major walked away in the direction of the ruins, I heard him say, 4 A dashing postilion that, upon my word too tall, though, by at least a head.' Ruth made some reply, but it was couched in too low a tone for me to catch the import of it. "Have you seen the ruins of Furness Abbey? They are very beautiful* the most beautiful, perhaps, in England; and I thought their charms enhanced by those of the lovely girl who now rambled among them. She had untied her bonnet- 176 WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. strings, and allowed her dark glossy hair to wave at will about her neck and shoulders. Her sweet, expressive face, rosed with exercise and the summer gale, would have formed a fine study for a Raphael or a Correggio. The memory of those mo- ments haunts me yet, wherever I go. By and by, she lightly sprang upon the projecting angle of a broken column, with the hope of obtaining a better view of one of the splendid windows ; and, in descending, would have fallen, had I not anticipated the disaster, and caught her in my arms. She laughed at the acci- dent, but the major viewed the thing seriously, and, thrusting his hand into his pocket, endeavoured to force money upon me. I, however, forgetful of everything but my offended dignity, bent upon him such a look of scorn, that he recoiled a step, and then expressed his obligations in a different manner. Shortly afterwards, a party of three or four prattling ladies, and a daintily dressed gentleman or two, arrived to inspect the abbey, and we left them in sole possession of the spot. Ruth leaned again upon my arm as she entered the carriage, and said, in my hearing, that, saving for the prompt assistance I had rendered, she must have met with a severe fall. The major echoed the words; and I was much amused, when we alighted at Ulverston, to observe him weighing the propriety of presenting me with a trifle for the services I had shown them in my capacity of pos- tilion. My scornful look, when he had before offered me money, seemed to be lurking in his recollection. I relieved him from his embarrassment by dashing briskly away, and re- signing the chaise to the real postilion in the inn-yard. I was satisfied with the day's adventure, and began to plan another." Here St Clair paused, for he had talked himself nearly hoarse, and it became incumbent on us to refresh ourselves with an' hour's sleep. HEAP THE TWENTY-NINTH. I was the first to awake, and replenish the fire. St Clair was roused by the crackling of the logs, and arose also. I re- WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. 177 quested him to proceed with his narrative, which he did in these words: " The major and his daughter did not make any long stay in the insipid, flaring town of Ulverston. With the exception of Furness Abbey, and a certain priory, the neighbourhood has no attractions worth mentioning, and Ruth and her father soon abandoned it for the more interesting localities of Coniston and Windermere. To the former I did not follow them. It was enough that we should meet at Ambleside, but every minute seemed a month to me until that desirable event came about ; and when it at length took place, there came with it a little adventure which both saddened and pleased me. Major Leyden and Ruth wandered out one evening to view a pretty fall of water (Stock- Gill Force. I think they call it), situate close to the hotel in which we had fixed our residence, and his foot hav*- ing slipped, he had got very wet and bruised, and was eventually obliged to confine himself to his room. I had the whole affair from the waiter, who was on the eve of fetching a doctor. He was in a hurry, but I clapped a crown-piece into his hand, and bade him say that a physician would be in attendance upon the sick gentleman immediately. I accordingly donned a grey wig and whiskers; a broad-brimmed hat, and sober-looking coat; a white cravat, painfully stiff with starch ; called up my most solemn expression of countenance, and entered the major's chamber. " Ruth was sitting by her father's bedside. She was in tears, but he was laughing. He told her that he had merely caught a slight cold, and would be well again to-morrow. I looked grave, and bade the patient put out his tongue. I then felt his pulse, and scanned my gold watch with a sidelong glance that must have had a capital effect. " * Pray is there any danger, sir?' asked Ruth. " ' Not the least, madam,' was my reply ; * none whatever.' i: ' Were there symptoms of fever?' " The major laughed again. * My dear Ruth,' cried he, ' you will positively make me ill, if you talk in this way. I assure you that I scarcely feel anything the matter.' M 178 WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. " And the fact was, lie had nothing the matter, but I in- tended to keep him in bed, because it would give me an oppor- tunity of talking again with Ruth. " ' I shall get up/ said Major Leyden. " 'No, no,' said I, 'you must remain where you are; I will order an embrocation for your back, and send something that will procure you a comfortable night's rest. Pray do not think of rising.' " ' I hope you will come again,' said Ruth. " ' I will certainly do so,' replied I, coughing in a professional manner, and making my exit. The waiter had been looking through the key-hole. " On the occasion of my next visit to the major, I found him calmer, and better in every respect. I smiled, to imply that I had expected as much. 'Have the goodness to feel my daughter's pulse, sir,' said the grey old veteran; 'she has fidgetted herself a good deal on my account, and looks poorly.' It was Ruth's turn to laugh now, but her excellent papa, assum- ing an imperative air, said, ' It is my wish,' and she instantly held out her beautiful white hand. I produced my watch again, and was some time in pronouncing an opinion; but it proved to be a favourable one, and I intimated that I should have no occasion to repeat my call. The major strove to force a five-pound note upon me. I told him that one guinea was my usual fee. ' Do you value my life at a guinea, sir?' asked Major Leyden. 'And do you value it at five?' retorted I. He was mute. I broke the silence by observing, that I had already realised a fortune, and practised merely for my pleasure and the sake of doing good. I then bowed, and left the room ; but regretted afterwards that I had not made my patient keep his bed a day or two longer. " Ffom Ambleside, after visiting Rydal, and Grasmere, and Esthwaite, and other adjacent lakes, Major Leyden posted to Keswick, which was the scene of my next adventure. You will perhaps wonder why, instead of following Ruth about from place to place, I had not sufficient courage to procure a regular introduction, and go through the usual tame formalities of a WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. 179 courtship; but you will wonder less, if you reflect that I was an utter stranger in England, without a friend in the whole coun- try ; and, had I been so precipitate as to express my regard for the lady, the probability is, she would have deemed me a mere adventurer, and politely declined the distinction of my acquaint- ance. No, no; an intimacy that is to terminate in an attach- ment should always be the result of accident not of premedi- tation. In the one case, it has an air of business and formality which is quite provoking, and enthusiastic natures cannot brook; in the other case, it wears a dash of romance, which, with sensitive and amorously-disposed people, is particularly attractive and taking. You understand me, I trust? " You have heard of Keswick, and its charming lake Der- wentwater. You have seen them, eh ? very good. I chose the quietest hotel, as usual; the major did the same; and once more Ruth and I were separated by a mere strip of lath and piaster. I frequently caught the tones of her rich voice, and heard the measured tramp of the major along the spacious room ; for he had a habit of walking about with his hands be- hind him, a la Napoleon Bonaparte. "It was evening; one of those rich, still, mellow summer evenings which soothe and purify the heart such as Adarn must have passed with his Eve, ere sin entered the world, and human nature fell. The window was open, and I heard the major, as he stood at the casement of the room above, propose an hour's cruise on the lake. Ruth evidently was charmed with the thought. The bell rang, and the waiter was closeted with them for some minutes. I waylaid him as he returned, tossed some silver into his napkin, and bade him bring me the key of the boat that belonged to the inn. He obeyed. I had provided myself with a neat straw hat, and light^ aquatic trousers, such as the lake boatmen wear, and, hastily putting them on together with a flaxen wig I hurried at once down to the shore of Derwentwater, seized my sculls (for there was not a breath of air to countenance a sail), and paddled about until the arrival of Ruth Leyden and her father. They did not keep me long waiting, and, having once embarked, I pulled 180 WHITTLINGS FK01I THE WEST. steadily away in the direction of Lowdore. I had heard of Lowdore, and expected to see a fine cataract. I think all the water that trickled over the rock that evening would scarcely have filled my hat. But the scenery was superb; rather like that of the St Lawrence between Green Island and Quebec, though, of course, on a much smaller scale. The sun had just set; the sky was crimson, blue, and gold; and every time we looked up it had undergone some change, which rendered the prospect ten times more beautiful. The major was enchanted. Ruth sat silently gazing upon the bold outline of mountains around us, and ever and anon heaving a sigh, as though her heart overflowed with pleasure, and she were thinking what a paradise earth would have been, had its first children retained their primeval innocence. "'Pray what is the name of that mountain yonder?' in- quired the major, suddenly. I was looking pensively at Ruth, and the question caused me considerable embarrassment. Major Leyden repeated it. I was quite at fault for the requi- site information, but I had heard of Skiddaw, and thought he would suit my purpose ; so I said that it was Skiddaw, and the one behind, Saddleback. " 'And that?' asked the major, pointing to another. " ' Helvellyn.' "'Aha, that is Helvellyn. We must climb it to-morrow, Ruth, if the morning should prove favourable.' "I asked whether they would not require a guide. The major replied, 'Yes, probably;' and inquired whether I could recommend him one. I offered my services, and they were accepted. Major Leyden scrutinised my features, and re- marked, in an under-tone to Ruth, ' How much our friend here resembles the young man who drove us to Furness Abbey!' Then, leaning towards me, he added, ' Have you a brother in the neighbourhood of the Lakes ?' " ' No.' " ' Ah ! do you ever serve in the capacity of postilion ?' " I felt the warm blood rush to my face. ' Occasionally,' replied I. WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. 181 " ' Did you ever see us before ?' was the next query. " I could not utter a falsehood, and answered that I had. " ' Then it ivas you that went with us to the abbey ?' " ' Yes/ " ' I thought so,' said the major, < and yet your hair ' " I made a great splash with one of the oars, and, in iny con- fusion, ran the boat upon the little island of St Helen's. Ruth seemed alarmed, but her father assured her there was no danger; and the evening beginning to draw in, he told me to make for shore. I saw nothing more of father or daughter that day. " After breakfast the next morning, I began to prepare for the journey to Helvellyn. The waiter was in my pay, and gave me the necessary instructions for my procedure. Presently, however, he ran into my room, and, with a pale face, informed me that Major Leyden and his daughter were gone. "'Gone!' echoed I; 'where?' " He knew not, and I was frantic. " ' They received a letter this morning,' said the waiter, 'which appeared to give them some trouble, for Major Leyden packed his portmanteau, paid his bill, ordered a post-chaise, and went away almost at a gallop.' " ' Did he say whether he would return ?' " < No.' " ' Did he leave his address?' " ' No.' " ' Send the landlord here.' " The landlord knew nothing of Major Leyden ; he had never seen the gentleman before; and the name was not at all fami- liar to him. He paid his way handsomely, that was all the landlord knew; and the young lady had been very kind to several poor people in the neighbourhood. The driver of the carriage in which the pair had flitted would probably be able to furnish me with some information respecting their move- ments. "Towards evening the postilion returned, and I cross- examined him closely on the subject of the major's destination. The man shook his head. He had gleaned nothing that was of 182 WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. service to me. He had left the major at Ambleside. It was my turn to pack up my portmanteau now, and I did so with much expedition. I reached Ambleside the same night. " I ran to the quiet hotel in the neighbourhood of the water- fall. The major had left it an hour or two previously. I posted on to Milthorpe (I think that was the name of the place). They had quitted Milthorpe for Liverpool. I went poste-haste to Liverpool, and inquired for my friends at the Adelphi. They had not been heard of in that quarter. I was nearly mad. It was in vain that I despatched Peter Bosch to every hotel in the town ; he returned to me with a blank face. I sent him to all the coach-offices, with the same success. I shut myself up in a retired room, and walked up and down it for a whole day. Ruth was lost to me. Could I have learned the major's ad- dress, I might perhaps, through my numerous letters, have pro- cured an introduction to him, and in the course of time won his daughter in your true and legitimate way. I had but one alternative. I must spell over the directories of every town in the kingdom; but suppose Major Leyden lived in the coun- try! Why not put an advertisement in the 'Times' news- paper? The idea pleased me, and I grew calm. " The inquiry met with an immediate reply. Major Leyden resided in Leamington, and would be happy to communicate with the advertiser. I now began to cool down, and wonder at my impudence. What was Major Leyden to me ? or, rather, what was I to Major Leyden? What grounds had I for thrust- ing my acquaintance upon him ? If I told the story of my strange passion for his daughter, would he not regard me with a suspicious eye; or, more, think me some strolling stage-struck vagabond, or a lunatic escaped from his keepers ? And yet, what was to be done? It was too late to withdraw. The major had appointed a place of meeting in town, whither he was about to repair. The interview was to take place at a retired coffee-room, within a few minutes' walk of Trafalgar Square. I screwed my courage to the sticking-point, and was true to the engagement. " Bah ! there were more Major Leydens than one : for the WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. 183 man who came forward and announced himself as the indivi- dual answering to that name, had a rotund purple face, a per- fectly bald head, a twinkling eye, and a pair of cheeks like the two halves of a pumpkin. I drew back with dismay, and flung myself disappointedly upon a chair. " ' I fear there is some mistake,' said the fat gentleman. " ' There is, indeed,' said I. ' You are not the person I ex- pected to see.' " ' But that's no reason why we should not have a bottle of wine together, I suppose, is it?' returned he of the bald head and purple face. ' I thought your advertisement a rather curious one, and was at a loss to conceive how my address could prove beneficial to anybody. I reflected, however, that per- haps one of my rich old comrades was about to die, and con- templated leaving me a legacy; so I deemed it advisable at all events to respond to your communication. Come, never mind, you appear a pleasant fellow, and I am not sorry to make your acquaintance. There's my card ; I wets major, but they have latterly made me a colonel.' " Colonel Leyden and I passed an agreeable afternoon. He related some amusing stories of his old campaigns on the Con- tinent, and as much as acknowledged that he had been a very sad dog in his early days, and played the deuce among the women ; and I gave him, in return, a sketch of my adventures since I had left America. He listened attentively, and asked why I did not apply to the war-office for the address of Ruth's father ? The thing had never occurred to me. The colonel offered to procure the requisite information ; and in a day or two he actually got it. I could not be sufficiently thankful to him. He pressed my hand kindly, wished me success, invited me to go and stay a week with him in Leamington; and so we parted. 184 WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. HEAP THE THIRTIETH. " I was now," continued St Clair, " in possession of Mnjor Lejden's address, and resolved at once to avail myself of so valuable a piece of information. He had a seat in the country ; in one of the most delightful parts of Worcestershire. He was a man of large property; had a noble mansion and estate; and kept his pack of hounds, in the brave old English style. Hav- ing gleaned these particulars respecting him, I repaired to a sequestered village in the neighbourhood of his residence. To my extreme chagrin,, however, I learned that the major and his daughter were in France, and not expected to return until late in September, or perhaps the middle of October, Here was a disappointment; but I bore it like a philosopher, and rummaged over my letters of introduction, of which, I am ashamed to say, I had as yet scarcely delivered one. I looked in vain for any that might be addressed to people in Worces- tershire, or the counties adjoining; and then wrote off to seve- ral of my friends in America, hoping that some of them might have acquaintance in this part of the Old Country, through whom I could procure a passport to the intimacy of the major. This scheme also failed me, and I saw that my own ingenuity must provide the coveted introduction. In the meantime, as I was in no mood (do not think me a misanthrope) to cultivate the acquaintance of strangers, and squander my time away in the exchange of senseless visits and cold politenesses with people who could care nothing for me, and for whom I could care as little in return; and, as I had furthermore a turn for reading, I supplied myself with a few books, and took up my quarters in a picturesque farm-house, within an hour's ride of the Malvern Hills, and contiguous to the estate of the veteran major. " My host was a burly farmer, with an honest bluff face, which, like its prototype the sun, rose at four every morning, and set about eight every night. His name was Moth Aaron Moth and he was a Serjeant in the yeomanry. Witness the WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. 185 heavy sabre that continually winked at you from the wall, and the scarlet-faced uniform coat (with the painfully small deve- lopment of tail) hanging from a peg in an inner room. My hostess was a talkative old lady, who had the private history of every family in the county at her finger-ends. I found her admirably adapted to my purposes. I was not long in learning from her every circumstance relative to the major's career and prospects, as well as those of his beautiful daughter Ruth, upon whose charms and amiability Mrs Moth was never tired of descanting. But there was one subject on which I dreaded to touch. It was a delicate matter, was it not? By and by the thing dropped out. Among Ruth's numerous suitors, was a neighbouring squire (a great fox-hunter), who visited the Hall regularly; and old Hannah half hinted that this dashing gentleman was rendering himself particularly polite and agreeable to Miss Leyden, A fine stately fellow he was, too, according to Mrs Moth's description ; six feet and an inch without bis boots, and the best and boldest rider in the country. He was also a captain in ..the aforesaid cavalry, and wore a fierce moustache five inches long. I was anxious to see the man, and soon had my curiosity gratified. " I was walking down a cool lane toward the hour of sunset, one calm evening. I had a book in my hand. A moustached gentleman, admirably mounted, turned the corner, and ad- vanced at a trot. I gave him the road. He pointed to a gate, with his whip. ' Now, Sawney, open me that gate,' was his salutation. The book was not a heavy one, or I should have launched it at him. I resumed the perusal of it. * Do you hear?' cried he. I did, but read on. He cleared the lash of his whip, and raised his arm. I picked up a pebble, the size of his head, and gave him a look. He understood it, and the arm dropped again to his side* " ' Who are you ?' asked he. "'An American,' was my reply; 'who are you?' He did not respond, but stared intensely at me. I knew what his private sentiments were. He had always supposed Americans to be black; so do a great many of your countrymen. Squire 186 WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. Haughton (that was his name) attempted to open the gate himself, but failing, cleared it at a bound, and rode on. I saw, by his shadow, that he had turned in his saddle, and was sur- veying me, but I appeared not to observe it, and resumed the perusal of my book. " September had rolled away; October came. The major and Ruth returned from France. I was determined to make their acquaintance, and believed that some lucky accident would yet throw them in my way. The hunting season was at hand, and a grand meet of sporting gentlemen was to take place in the meadow that fronted the Hall. Major Leyden and Ruth (I had encountered them once or twice in my rambles, as well as at church) were to grace the affair with their presence. But I had no horse. I started instantly for London, and went to a celebrated stable in Islington. Several powerful hunters were exhibited to me, though, on putting their mettle to the proof, I did not find them all I wished. The proprietor of the esta- blishment told me he had a black blood horse, which nobody save himself dare back, but he would not sell him, nor would he let him out for the season. I asked if no money would tempt him. He said a deposit of a hundred guineas might. I at once drew him out a cheque, on a well-known house in town, for the amount; and, after satisfying himself that I was no black-leg, he resigned the animal to my care. I have hunted on the prairies, and knew perfectly well how to tame a refractory horse. I soon conquered the spirit of the present one, and made him follow me like a dog. I tried him at a six-' barred gate, and he took it without any apparent effort. I put him to his speed he had wings. " The morning appointed for the grand hunt arrived. There was a large field of gentlemen, and Ruth, beautifully mounted, curvetted about the lawn. The squire was at her side. Major Leyden had donned his scarlet cutaway, and looked as though he were eagerly anticipating the sport. I cantered into the group. I had dispensed with my wigs, for there was no longer need of disguise, and I had now to come out in my true cha- racter. Both myself and my horse were the subject of much WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. 187 criticism; the major saw that I was a stranger, and, with a politeness peculiar to military men, bowed pleasantly as I passed him. Directly afterwards, I saw him speak with the squire, who bent an embarrassed glance on me, and made some re- mark that I could not overhear. My horse was evidently attracting much notice. He stood with his black neck arched, like a Turk's bow, and pawed the ground with impatience to be away. " I, who have hunted bears and buffaloes, scouted the idea of chasing a sneaking scoundrel fox; but I had an object in view an end to gain and set it steadily before me. I had already attracted the notice of the major ; I had now to provoke his curiosity, and excite his admiration. I had proved the powers of my horse, and it remained for me to exhibit them. "The squire rode by the side of Ruth; the major mingled with the gentlemen. I could not avoid overhearing a conver- sation which took place between him and one of the latter. " ' Who is he?', asked an elderly man. " ' An American, Haughton tells me,' replied Major Ley- den ; * a perfect stranger they say, and yet I seem to know his face.' " ' An American, eh?' added the other, turning rather rudely round, and eyeing me closely. * Why, Leyden, he is a white man.' " * And why not?' was the major's laughing response. * His horse, however, is black enough; pure negro, I warrant;' and the facetious veteran took a ditch and double rail in gal- lant style. His friend refused them; and there was a long kicking-match between himself and steed. " In a few minutes, renard was scented, the hounds gave tongue, the fox broke cover, and away we went, full cry. Ruth, having accompanied us thus far, drew rein on a knoll of turf, and followed us with her eye. The squire rode second; I passed him easily, and looked back upon him with a smile of ineffable contempt. The major was first; I bounded to his side, and neck and neck together we led the chase. I could have outstripped the veteran in a moment, but I was content to di- 188 WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. vide the honours with him. He cast a sidelong glance upon me, topped a stiff fence in a clever manner, and pushed his hunter to greater speed. It was of no use; I headed him, and he good-humouredly cried, 'Well done, sir; well done; if I were not too old to learn, I should inquire where you took your first lesson in horsemanship.' " ' On the prairies of the west,' said I, with a smile. " ' I thought as much. You will dine with us at the Hall this evening. Nay, no denial; I wish to know you.' "The conversation was here interrupted; the major had slackened his pace. There was an awkward gate in front of us, and, as we had no inclination to risk our necks unneces- sarily, we paused, while one of the whippers-in tried to open it. Haughton, the squire, rode up at the same instant, and called out to me to clear the way. I laughed, for I knew there was not a hunter in the field (unless it was my own) that would face such a frightful leap. I turned aside, however, and Haugh- ton's steed rose at it, but hung by the fore-legs. I gave my own black barb the rein, and cleared gate, horse, and rider, at a bound; the off-hind heel of the noble animal I bestrode brushing the squire's head as I flew over him, and carrying away his purple hunting-cap, There was a simultaneous burst of admiration from the gentlemen, and of rage from Haughton, who, after a violent and protracted struggle, at length succeeded in scaling the barrier. Soon afterwards the fox was killed ; and, as 1 was the first to leap to earth and lash the hounds from their prey, Major Ley den ordered the huntsmen to pre- sent me with the brush, which I tucked deliberately under my arm, and then remounted. The squire witnessed the transac- tion. He was looking oaths. Had we not better heave a fresh tree on the fire? I am cold. HEAP THE THIRTY-FIRST. " You will tire of my story, and I will shorten it as much as I can. I dined at the Hall, be sure, and was introduced to WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. 189 Ruth. I sat next to her, and precisely opposite the squire, who let slip no opportunity of insulting me. In conversation, like too many of your country squires, he was a mere boor; he could talk of nothing but his horses, and his dogs, and his crops. Upon any other subject than these, he was a profound ignoramus; and as the discourse, unfortunately for him, did not happen, during Miss Leyden's presence, to touch upon these interesting topics, he sat almost mute, while Ruth and I talked about the scenery of America its prairies, rivers, forests, and cataracts. The major, too, who was a man of taste, put many queries to me touching Niagara, and the lakes, and the wild tribes inhabiting the interior of the country. Subsequently, he took a review of the day's hunt; and the disaster that the squire had met with having been pretty openly canvassed, a hearty laugh was raised at his expense, and in this Major Leyden himself joined. The misfortune that had befallen him in the freld, together with the attention I had been paying to Ruth, had sufficiently stirred Haughton's bile; and the ridicule which was now, harmlessly enough, showered upon him, put a finishing stroke to his rage. But his sufferings were not over. The elderly gentleman, who had criticised my equestrian skill in the morning, proposed rny health, and it was drunk with due honours. The squire alone sat motionless, with his glass unreplenished upon the board. "'What is this?' cried Major Leyden. Haughton, re- member that this is an insult no less to me than to my guest. Either fill, or leave my table.' " Haughton rose accordingly, and strode heavily from the room. He fixed a glance upon me as he retired. I could not misunderstand its meaning, and we met that night. " We met by moonlight, on the lawn fronting the major's mansion. I am no duellist, and had nothing to avenge. It appeared, however, that Haughton was, and had. He was possessed of brute courage, and did not scruple to expose his own life in exchange for the satisfaction of taking mine. As I had scarcely an acquaintance in England (except, perhaps, my man Peter Bosch), the major insisted on acting as my 190 WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. second. He was loath to involve himself in an affair of the kind; but he had a high sense of honour, and I was his guest. What could he do ? " Haughton and I took our ground, and received each his weapon. He was to fire first, and did so. It was now my turn; but, before I discharged my pistol, I inquired whether it was my opponent's intention to demand another shot. He replied in the affirmative. I bade him then prepare for death, as, having perilled rny life once, it was my duty not to ri>k it again. He signalled for a moment's parley with his second, and expressed himself satisfied. So was I ; and, in place of driving the bullet through his head, I put it through his hat. The next moment I fainted, and was carried into the house. I had received a flesh-wound in my right side, and was unable to conceal it longer. " I can see that you are growing weary of my tale, and will draw it to a close as quickly as possible. My wound, which was by no means a dangerous one, having been dressed, Major Leyden insisted on my making his house my residence for the term of my stay in Worcestershire. In return, 1 thought it would be better to unburden my bosom to him at once, and obtain his permission to pay my addresses to Ruth. He shook his head gravely; his countenance assumed a severe expres- sion ; and he said, that, indeed, was another matter altogether, though he declared I had acted in a very open, honourable manner, and he liked me all the better for it. He said that nine young men out of ten would have first endeavoured to pos- sess themselves of the affections of the daughter, and then made the confession of the thing to the father a mere secondary con- sideration. ; But,' said he, ' I have no faith in this love at first sight. I was several years in building up an attachment to my wife. You have scarcely known Ruth a week, and ' "'Pardon me,' interposed I; 'I have known her and you more than six months.' " The major opened his eyes. " ' Six months,' reiterated I. ' Have you no recollection of going to see Kean play ' Hamlet,' at Drury Lane Theatre ?' WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. 191 " ' To be sure I have.' " ' Very good; I was there.' "'Oh!' " ' And have you, moreover, lost sight of the visit you paid, in company with your daughter, to Vauxhall Gardens?' '"Upon my word, no; I remember it perfectly, and flat- tered myself that nobody knew us.' " ' Nor did anybody, but I wished to do so, and learn your address. You afterwards visited Ulverston, and Furness Abbey.' " ' Yes, yes ; I believe we did.' " ' Oh, I am sure you did, as I took you there myself. 1 "'You?' "'I; do you forget the postilion who refused to receive a remuneration ?' " ' Ay, and saved the life of Ruth, too.' '"Well; and perhaps you still bear the beauties of Der- wentwater in mind, and your cruise along its shores?' " ' You surprise me, and evidently mean to imply that you officiated as voyageur.' '"Precisely; and as doctor also, the next day, when you were taken poorly, and, in addition to my care of yourself, wished me to prescribe for your daughter.' '"Come this way,' cried the major, seizing my hand; 'I can't understand all this at once; Ruth must hear it.' " ' I had rather wait awhile,' said I. " ' Well, then, you must tell your own story, that is all,' said Major Leyden, shrugging his shoulders. ' I have a great mind to make known the whole affair to my friend, G. P. R. James, who would spin three volumes out of it. There; don't tell me any more to-day; I have to transact business with my steward.' " And I fancy the tale had better close here," said St Clair. stirring the embers of the fire with the toe of his boot. "No; I am anxious to learn the sequel," I replied; "and whether, in due course of time, you married Ruth, became the father of a large and thriving family, and lived to a comfor- table old age." 192 WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. " What, would you have me describe all the particulars of my courtship? how I rode out daily on horseback with Ruth; by what delicate little attentions I strove to win her love; what romantic rambles we took about the charming shrub- beries and park; what poets we quoted; how often we gazed upon the moon and stars, and roved by the banks of the sleep- ing lake ah, treacherous lake! what scenery we admired, and what cottages we sought shelter in, when storms overtook us; and how the major declared he could never consent to part with Ruth ; and how averse he was to the idea of her go- ing abroad little dreaming of the fate that awaited her at home ? Alas, alas ! would you hear the melancholy sequel to the story, and learn all my madness and misery ? AVould you hear it, I say ? " The tone in which these last words were uttered, and the look of anguish that stole over the features of St Clair, to- gether with the sudden and unexpected turn his narrative had taken, gave me a great shock, and I could do nothing but gaze on him in silence. He had thrown himself upon his face, and his frame shook like that of a man in his last agony. Presently he made a tremendous effort, and grew calm. " You shall hear the sequel," he said, abruptly, " but you will wish that I had kept it from you." "Months rolled away. I had returned to Philadelphia, and made a second voyage to England. I was to marry Ruth. The squire had apologised to the major and myself, and we were all on friendly terms. My wedding-day drew near. The major was absent; he had business in London, and was to be back on the morrow. There were visitors at the Hall, and one of the party suggested that we should spend the evening on the lake. I objected, but my objections were overruled. I had a sort of presentiment that something frightful was to happen, and could not muster my usual flow of spirits. I proposed that we should make for shore, and got much rallied for my cowardice. I had no apprehensions on the score of my own safety ; I thought of others. Haughton would have the sail hoisted; he boasted of his nautical skill, WHITT-LINGS FROM THE WEST. 193 and insisted upon making an exhibition of it. You can guess the result of such rashness. He was a mere novice in matters of this nature. A sudden puff of wind capsized the boat, arid we were all precipitated into the water. I was the only one who could swim, and rose immediately. I sought for Ruth in vain. I dived wildly into the very depths of the lake, and then, darting back to the surface, saw a hand stretched above it. A white robe next caught my eye, and, seizing the ina- nimate figure in my arms, I ploughed with it to land. It was not Ruth. The servants in the Hall, alarmed by my cries, had rushed down to the water's edge. Another boat was quickly launched, and two more ladies were rescued, but no Ruth. I plunged a third and a fourth time into the fatal lake, and, in turning myself, got entangled among the weeds, but broke them in the struggle, and was grappled by Haughton Haughton, the cause of all my misery. With a powerful effort I cast him off, but could not see a fellow-crea- ture drown. I grasped his hair, and dragged him to the bank. " Need I relate the rest. Two hours afterwards, the lifeless body of Ruth was takeJi from its watery grave. Her dress had been caught by the projecting branch of a hidden tree, and all was over all vvas over. It was in vain that they strove to tear me from' her side. I was little better than a maniac. But the most dreadful scene was yet to come. We had despatched grooms to meet the major, and acquaint him with the black intelligence. He reached home by a different route from the one expected, leaped joyously from his horse, and came singing into the house. I encountered him as he strode along the hall. My looks told the tale. A deathly dew broke out upon his forehead. He rushed to the room in which the corpse of his child lay, and fell like a dead man upon the floor. " I am now a wanderer. The world has few attractions for me; all my better feelings and hopes are in the cold grave with Ruth. But I wish to learn resignation, and there are times when I fancy that I have learned it; though the gloom of my bereavement will again spread its shadows over my soul, and bow me to the dust. Still, I have my moments of happi- 194 WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. ness ; there are breaks of blue in the clouds that have gathered over me. How pure and how beautiful is the memory of an early affection ! and how much more pure and holy, when she who awakened it is with us on earth no more ! As we struggle sadly onward over the desert of existence, and ever and anon stay to look pensively back upon such scenes of our past love, it is as though we paused to drink at some sunny fountain that had often refreshed us in our youth, and been rendered sacred tq our hearts by every gentle and pleasant association." HEAP THE THIRTY-SECOND. St Glair's narrative occupied the greater portion of the night, Morning having at length broken, we rekindled the fire, and went to pay our respects to the lady with the blue veil. She declared that she had enjoyed an excellent night's repose, though there was a something in her appearance, and in the glance she bestowed upon St Clair, which convinced me that she had in reality slept very little, and was in full posses- sion of every particular of his history. "At what hour may we expect the boat to pass?" asked I, looking at my watch. "If it passes at all," returned St Clair, "it will be towards noon." He had recovered his cheerfulness, and indeed appeared to be enjoying even higher spirits than usual. " If!" echoed the lady with the blue veil. " Is there any prospect of do you mean that we may have to remain on this island another night?" " There certainly will be a boat to-day," said I, " and she will most probably touch here." The lady recovered her calmness, and St Clair proposed that we should walk over the island, and see whether it har- boured any living animal; for the pangs of hunger that we were experiencing began to be almost unendurable. WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. 195 " A rat would be better than nothing," said he, taking a long stick, and thrusting it up a hole that ran under the bank. At the same instant one of the respectable class of vermin named bounded from it, and leaped into the water. " There are rabbits," cried I, pointing to a burrow, and other indubitable symptoms of their proximity. "Very good," replied St Clair; "have the goodness to take a stout club, and guard that hole, while I probe the premises with this stick." I acted upon his suggestion, and we speedily bagged a small grey rabbit; but it was evident that our success was the result more of accident than of ingenuity, for a second and third sally of the kind were productive of very different for- tune. So we returned with the dead rabbit to our fire, and cooked the dainty morsel with much expedition. The lady with the blue veil, however, was prodigiously disgusted with the whole proceeding, and appeared to be labouring under a presentiment that we were bent upon palming some obscene animal upon her. It was in vain -that we exhibited the rab- bit's skin and tail; she remained unconvinced, and St Clair and I were compelled to withdraw and discuss our repast in private. The Montreal boat eventually arrived; and great was the astonishment of her captain and passengers, when they had received us on board, and heard our tale. Face after face was thrust down the cabin staircase; and an elderly lady with feathers, three bilious-looking middle-aged gentlemen, and an itinerant American clock-vender, were so smitten with admi- ration of our adventure, that they sat themselves down pre- cisely opposite us, and continued to stare at the lady with the blue veil, St Clair, and myself, until we landed at Kingston. The city of Kingston, viewed from the lake, has a very striking appearance; but, when you have once entered it, all that interest ends. St Clair and I, having surveyed the lions, repaired to an hotel, and agreed to pass the evening together. But what was our consternation upon discovering that we had been robbed of our purses, and were comparative paupers ! 196 WHITTLINGS FKOM THE WEST. "Zounds!" cried St Clair, "I have a large sum of money in that purse. Come, let us hold a council of war. The passen- gers by this vessel may have been all thieves, for aught I know; but let us bethink us whether there was among them any individual in particular on whom our suspicions should fall." "I have it," said I; "the man with the clocks was present when we paid our fare, and afterwards jostled us many times. He sat between you and myself, too, at the tea-table. We must track him. lie landed with us, and lurks, most probably, in one of the inferior hotels in the neighbourhood. Shall we separate, or hunt in couple? Perhaps it will be well if we keep together." " Take a pistol, then," said St Clair; " it is not loaded, but the mere presentation of it, with the click of the lock, would cause some men to quake." For a long time our search was unsuccessful. At length, on entering a low, disreputable-looking tavern, we found the clock-maker sitting alone in a small room, and absolutely wet- ting his fingers and counting over a roll of five-dollar notes, which he had abstracted from one of the purses. He turned pale, thrust the money into his bosom, and was on the eve of shouting for assistance. "Silence!" cried St Clair, cocking his pistol, and putting it almost into the clockmaker's mouth ; " one syllable, and you are a dead man. We wish no disturbance; come, deliver up." It was to no purpose that the clockmaker protested his per- fect innocence; I put my hand into his breast, and drew out the missing property. Upon examination, it proved to be cor- rect, and St Clair and I returned merrily to our quarters. AVe passed the night and a portion of the next day together, and then, shaking hands, parted with mutual professions of sincere regret and eternal friendship. WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. 197 HEAP THE THIRTY-THIRD. My readers (if I have any) will perhaps remember that I had an engagement to spend a portion of the winter with a young backwoodsman, named Twobears Ramsay, who had pitched his wigwam in the wildernesses bordering upon the banks of the river Madwaska. I knew nothing of the river Madwaska except that it emptied itself into the Ottawa and was compelled to apply for the necessary information respect- ing my line of march to the landlord of the small hotel at which I was staying. He was a respectably-dressed man, with a grave, thinking countenance, and appeared to be in the habit of weighing a matter well before he pronounced an opinion on it. He was silent for some minutes, and then said, "You are altogether wrong; you have no business here; you should have gone up the Ottawa." " But I was directed to proceed to Kingston, and on through the bush." "Yes?" " Yes; can I not reach the Madwaska by this route?" " Perhaps you may, if time is of no value." " I have ten days to perform the journey in ; can it be done? " " With my assistance, yes. Listen. I have business in a small settlement a few miles from Perth, and intended to wait till the snow set in; but it matters little, I will go now, and drive you in my waggon. Can you keep a secret?" " I will not betray one, at all events." " But I must have your word of honour." "Very well; I give it." " I can trust you ; come with me." He took me to a sort of barn, or coach-house, in his yard, unlocked a pair of folding- doors, and pointed to a heap of goods. "I have to convey these to a place called Smith's Falls," said Mr Knagg; " but there are lions in the way." " Your wares are valuable, perhaps." " Tea and dried apples." 198 WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. " Do you fear thieves?" " Yes ; in the shape of excisemen." "Oh! a smuggler, eh?" "Hush!" Mr Knagg gave a queer little laugh, almost as dry as his apples; locked the folding- doors; and marched back with me to the house. "I shall be ready by the day after to-morrow," said he; "will you?" " Yes : I am ready at any moment." " Remember, there is risk to be run." " I go with you." Early on the appointed morning, Mr Knagg and I mounted the waggon, and took our departure. It was so dark that we could scarcely see the horses before us, but the smuggler was an excellent whip, and knew the road well. When I speak of a road, I mean a corduroy road ; a sort of narrow lane, full of ruts and holes, and flanked with interminable forest. Our average rate of procedure was about five miles an hour, inclu- sive of occasional calls at taverns, and stoppages in settlements in which Mr Knagg had business to transact. It was not his intention to go by the direct route to Smith's Falls, for there were certain localities which he was anxious to avoid; our real progress for the first two days, therefore, was by no means considerable; but on the third evening of our journey Mr Knagg's spirits rose, and we drew up at a dilapidated inn on the borders of an extensive cedar-swamp. The host of this inn appeared to be an old friend of the smuggler's, and the latter invited him to take supper with us. The supper consisted of bacon, poached eggs, buck-wheat cakes, savoury preserves, and delicious honey. The landlord's wife waited on us, and several pretty curly-headed children gambolled about the room. I took one of them upon my knee, and soon ingratiated myself with her by means of a slice of buck-wheat cake, spread with honey. The father seemed to appreciate the attention, but I could not win a smile from him. There was evidently a some- thing weighing upon his mind. WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. 199 " Come, neighbour, cheer up," said Mr Knagg; " things will mend shortly, please God." " Never with me," replied the dismal rnan, shaking his head. "I shall not look up again in this world." " May I inquire the nature of your complaint?" said I, sup- posing that the innkeeper laboured under some grievous bodily infirmity. "A lawyer, sir!" was the concise reply. I begged an explanation, and the man told me the following story : " It is only lately that I have turned emigrant, and settled in this quarter. In fact, I have not finally settled here; for the cedar- swamp is a bad neighbour, and injures the healths of my wife and children. I am an Englishman. My father was a respectable farmer, and lived at a little village in Yorkshire. He had a small estate, which at his death came to me. It was a pretty place, and I was proud of it. The property was quite unencumbered, and the title-deeds and papers belonging to it were all in my own possession. But among my acquaintance in the neighbourhood there was an attorney, who (I afterwards discovered) got a livelihood by setting the villagers together by the ears, and then undertaking the redress of their mutual grievances. He had always been on friendly terms with my- self, and I suspected no treachery. He was my wife's brother. " One day he called on me, and asked if I would be so oblig- ing as to let him look at the papers belonging to the estate, for the commissioners of the roads (he said) were appropriating to themselves some waste land, to which he thought I might lay claim. I put the required documents into his hand, and he told me in a pleasant way, that he would take them home with him. He did so, and kept them a month. I then called for them, but he was out. I called again, and saw him. I asked for the deeds. He replied that he had scarcely completed the perusal of them, and requested me to wait a week. I told him I cared very little about the encroachments he had spoken of, and would let matters remain as they were. Mr Dunmaney, however, said, * No, no; he would see me righted;' and, one 200 WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. of his clients happening to come in at the moment, I was ob- liged to leave the office. Another month elapsed. He had com- menced an action against the commissioners of the roads. My hair actually stood on end. I had never empowered him to do anything of the kind. * Pooh pooh, my good fellow,' said he, * we shall get a verdict in our favour, and make them pay heavy damages.' Another month rolled away. He came to me for money to carry on the action. I refused. He per- sisted. I told him he had acted without my authority. High words ensued, and I bade him quit iny house. He quitted it, and I went to his office the next day. for my missing papers. Mr Dunmaney said many things to irritate me, but I kept my temper, as his clerk, Mr Pickings, was present, and I feared lest any observations I might feel disposed to indulge in should form the groundwork of a new action for defamation of charac- ter. ' Give me my deeds,' cried I, 'and let me go.' * You wish me to forbear all further proceedings on your behalf do you?' asked the lawyer, taking a pinch of snuff, and offering the box to Mr Pickings. * Of course I do/ was my answer; ' and you know it.' * Very good,' returned Dunmaney; 'but you must be aware that the expenses already ai'e considerable. I will make out your bill, and ''Bill!' cried I; 'what bill?' ' Oh! he asks what bill!' echoed Mr Dunmaney holding up his hands, and turning to his clerk; Mie positively but this is a client's gratitude.' Then, frowning and jerking himself back with his face to me, he said, loudly, and with the air of a man who had been much injured, 'You shall hear from me shortly, sir, and, as I have a character and credit to maintain, I would much rather that you put your affairs into the hands of somebody else.' I was in a great rage, but held my tongue, and left the office. I heard Mr Dunmaney and his clerk, Mr Pickings, laugh loudly as I closed the outer door. The dreadful bill came in. I have it now^-a hundred and thirty and odd pounds, with an application for immediate payment. I took it to the rector of the parish, who promised to see Dunmaney and expostulate with him. Dunmaney heard all he had got to say, and charged the good man thirteen WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. 201 shillings and fourpence for the consultation-; which the latter refused to pay. Dunmaney wrote to him respecting it, and charged an additional five shillings for the letter. That did not mend matters, and a second and a third letter were written, and charged, till at length the expenses had amounted to two guineas. The lawyer now served the poor parson with a copy of a writ, and next with a notice of declaration, and finally with an execution on his property. The afflicted rector then paid something like fifteen or twenty guineas, to enjoy his peace of mind again, and there his remonstrances ended. I did not get off so easily. I owed a heavier sum than I was able to pay. I had been rather unfortunate, too, that year with my crops, and could not raise money upon them ; my only alternative, there- fore, was to consent to a mortgage on my property. Dunmaney had the deeds, and he must of course draw out the parchments; while a friend of his a Mr Dunmore agreed to advance the cash. Lawyer and mortgagee pulled together; the expenses were increased tenfold;, my farm was encumbered beyond re- demption; my embarrassments wer.e greater than I could ever acquit myself of; by and by there was a foreclosure of mort- gage; and I was a ruined man. I sold off the few articles of furniture and farm-stock that yet remained to me, accepted some offers that were held out by government, sought a refuge in the wilderness and here I am!" The innkeeper having concluded his story, he and Mr Knagg fell into conversation, and I amused myself by examining the pictures that decorated the walls. From my proximity to the speakers, I could not help overhearing fragments of their dis- course, which had reference to a place called Burritt's Hollow. This Burritt's Hollow appeared to be a rather dangerous loca- lity, of which Mr Knagg and his team would have to run the gauntlet. There was also repeated allusion made to two men, yclept Buff and Adair, but what part they were to play in the adventure, of course remained a mystery to me. For the better guidance of the smuggler, the innkeeper then drew out, with the point of the snuffers, upon the deal table, a sketch of the proper line of march, and the two friends consulted it with 202 WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. as much gravity as a general would his plan of operations on the eve of some mighty battle. At length the conference came to a close, and we all retired for the night Mr Knagg to a sort of loft, in the upper regions of the hut, and my host, hostess, their children, and myself, to the only dormitory the house afforded, where grey-headed rats held noisy revel, and a myriad of shrill- voiced crickets piped their nocturnal song. HEAP THE THIRTY-FOURTH. Mr Knagg roused me from my slumbers long ere daylight had broken, and the team being got ready, we partook of a hasty breakfast, and proceeded on our journey. We had not progressed more than a mile, when one of the horses (our leader) began to kick and plunge in so furious a manner, that the waggon was nearly upset, and its contents thrown out into the forest at our side. It was to no purpose that I alighted and strove to pacify the enraged animal; the more I tried to soothe him, the more refractory he became. At length the smuggler himself leaped angrily down, and, taking the horse by the bridle, shook him violently. The experiment did not improve matters. Mr Knagg, then, as a last resource, caught the vicious brute by the throat much as Samson must have seized the lion and reduced him to the verge of suffocation. This summary treatment cowed the spirit of the poor beast in a moment; he became calm, and trotted quietly on as before; whereupon the smuggler resumed his seat upon the waggon, and recovered his good-humour, which had been much ruffled by the adventure. At mid-day we paused for refreshment at an inn by the road- side ; but Mr Knagg had no sooner dismounted and entered the hut, than he reappeared, skipped lightly to his perch, seized the reins, and drove away again at a canter. I asked no questions, and he made no remark; but I suspected that he had met with an unwelcome face among the company at the inn, and con- sidered it prudent to push onward to his destination. About WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. 203 "sundown" we stopped once more at a lonely little log-house, and here the smuggler said he would pass the night. The oc- cupants of the hut were in great trouble. The boss (as the master is always termed) had caught a violent cold, and was lying stretched out upon the flcor. His respiration was thick ; he had violent pains all over his body, and was dying rapidly. I asked his wife whether she had applied for medical assistance. She shook her head, and replied that no such thing was to be procured. She wrung her hands wildly, and rocked her body mournfully to and fro as she spoke. I put my hand into my pocket, and drew out my penknife. The smuggler noticed the movement, read my intention, stripped up the settler's sleeve, and got the man into a sitling posture. I had no great skill in leech-craft, but I saw that unless the patient was bled at once, he could not live till morning. I took hold of the bared arm therefore, bade Mr Knagg tie it above the elbow, caused the vein to develop itself, and made a bold puncture. The black blood leaped out upon us, and in ten minutes the settler was able to draw a long breath. He begged for something to drink. I ordered his wife to make him a basin of tea. She had no tea. I looked at Mr Knagg. It was the " cool o' the day " in his heart, and the good Samaritan happened to be walking there. The smuggler arose, and strode from the room. There were sounds as of a hammer and chisel at work, and presently Mr Knagg, re-appearing, filled the apron of the settler's wife with tea, and hung three or four goodly strings of dried apples play- fully around her neck. There was sunshine in the emigrant's cottage that evening; and on the morrow, as I mounted the waggon, I had the satisfaction of knowing that my patient was in a fair way of recovery. We had now crossed the townships of Longhborough and Bed- ford, and were upon the banks of the river Rideau a stream about twice the width of our Severn, at its broadest part. The same night we arrived in the neighbourhood of the dangerous Burritt's Hollow, and Mr Knagg's anxiety increased. He found himself compelled to bait his horses at a moment when prudence would have urged him onward and the delay bade fair to mar 204 WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. his plans, which had been laid with much skill and foresight. Burritt's Hollow was the post of one of the excise-officers, who had the reputation of being an exceedingly shrewd fellow, and the terror of every smuggler that infested the bush. Mr Knagg would have avoided so notorious a locality, but, as there was only one available line of road through the district, he had to sacrifice scruple to necessity. We were approaching Burritt's Hollow. The grey light of morning was just breaking upon the landscape. Mr Knagg proceeded at a slow pace, "for," said he, "we may presently have occasion to put our horses to their mettle, and must hus- band their powers for the grand push." He had endeavoured so to arrange matters that his team would pass the Hollow in the dead of night, but the many detentions we had met with had deranged his plans, and rendered the danger of detection most imminent. When we had arrived within about two hun- dred yards of the exciseman's hut, therefore, Mr Knagg re- quested me to go forward and reconnoitre. The result was favourable to the enterprise. The smuggler told me to mount the waggon, and take the reins, while he walked by the side of the team. " The roads are soft," whispered he, " and the horses' hoofs will make no noise; nor will the wheels, if all goes well. Should the colonel hear us, however, and I give the alarm, put the brutes to their speed ; never mind me I will follow." As he ceased speaking, I heard a door slam, and a dog bark. I checked the horses at once, and suffered a few minutes to elapse. Mr Knagg then gave me the signal to proceed, and we silently accomplished the dangerous pass. The road ran almost close past the hut, but we kept in the shadow of the tall pine-trees, and the recent rains had rendered the ground too moist to admit of its yielding the slightest sound as the waggon went over it. Had a wheel creaked, had a twig snapped, had one of the horses sneezed, detection would have been inevitable, and the load of tea and dried apples, as well as the vehicle and team, would all have been confiscated. Fortunately for Mr Knagg, no such disaster occurred, and, leaping to my side with WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. 205 a chuckle, he returned a seven- oarrelled revolving pistol into his capacious pocket. We reached Smith's Falls soon afterwards, and the tea and dried apples found a safe asylum. The consignee (one of the principal storekeepers in the settlement) was a dapper, flaxen- haired, good-humoured little man, and insisted on my taking breakfast, and spending the day with him. Nor would his friend Mr Kna* WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. strength, but I contrived to twist the weapon from his gra?p, and then, holding up my finger, cried, " Half-breed, listen." " What does my brother say?" " It is well that snakes rattle before they bite. You agreed to take me to the river's fork. Perhaps you repent, and would go back; then leave me, I have legs arid eyes; but, if you are disposed to fulfil your engagement, and earn money, lead on, I will follow ; and take care not to turn your face this way, for it is ugly, and I will fire at it. You understand?" "Hugh!" " Very well, waste no more time." This threat had the desired effect, and eight leagues of laborious perambulation brought me to the intended rendez- vous. Twobears was not there, however, nor were there any symptoms of a party having encamped near the spot. I gazed forlornly upon the old trees and silent river, then paid Rattle- snake the stipulated three dollars, and bade him depart. He coveted the rifle, and offered me his knife, tomahawk, and some valuable skins for it. I shook my head, and he asked me to let him fire the piece once before he went. I refused, and held out a pocket-pistol for his acceptance. He snatched it from my hand, and flung it indignantly upon the ground. I cocked my rifle, and pointed in the direction whence we had come. His fingers played round the handle of his tomahawk, and he retired slowly, with his face towards myself. I hoped to see him no more. I had no axe, but I contrived to procure materials for a fire, and sat down before it, hungry and desponding. The fero- cious glance with which the half-breed had regarded me on his departure almost led me to apprehend an attack from him during the night, but the silent hours one by one rolled slowly away, and their darkness and solemnity were accessory to no deed of greater note, than the perpetration of the few follow- ing lines, intended as memoranda of one of my solitary hunt- ing rambles in the grand old woods bordering upon the shores of the beautiful Lake St Charles: WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. 219 'Twas the rudest of huts, and I said with a sigh, Who can dwell in a region so lonely and wild 1 But I think of it now with a sorrowing eye, For a grey -hair 'd old hunter lived there with his child. " Now welcome; though simple our poor forest-fare, And though humble our dwelling, no prouder is near; For, young stranger, I know by the rifle you bear, That night overtook you while chasing the deer." How warm was the welcome ! how cheering its tone ! And the look, pure and fresh as it sprung from the heart! Sincerity hail'd them at once as her own, And the gloom of my spirit began to depart. Then brightly the pine logs blazed up on the hearth, And we smiled when the howl of the wolves met our ear; But softer emotions would sadden our mirth, And when England was talk'd of, it was with a tear. No curtains of damask encircled my head, No dainty luxurious pillow was mine, Yet I would not have barter'd my green sapin bed * For the couch where the limbs of a monarch recline! Sweet, sweet were my slumbers; in fancy I roved Where in lighthearted childhood my steps used to stray; And around me there throng'd many friends that I loved, And knew in a bygone and happier day. But morning drew near, when my rifle was grasp'd, And I bade the old hunter and Ellen adieu; Their hands for a moment I fervently clasp 'd, And soon soon in the forest was hid from their view. Mountains tower between us, seas scatter their foam, Still I think on the hunter and Ellen with pain; Ah, how many a wild weary league would I roam But to gaze on her innocent beauty again! HEAP THE THIRTY-EIGHTH. Morning mid-day noon evening night and still no Twobears. I began to fear that I must have misunderstood him, and my long pilgrimage had been made to no purpose. * The branches of the hemlock pine are termed " sapins." 220 WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. I was now, too, excessively hungry, for the small stock of provisions I had brought with we from Little Golgotha was exhausted, and the forest appeared to be altogether destitute of those wild animals in which I had observed other localities to abound. Daylight having once set in, however, I sallied out a third time in quest of provender, and was again unsuc- cessful. I then rekindled the fire, and, replacing myself dis- consolately before it, lessened the circumference of my belt by the space of at least three inches. I had sat about an hour pondering thus, when I heard the rustling of leaves, and, looking up, saw a large milk-white rabbit limping through the forest towards me. I cocked my rifle quickly, and levelled it at the strange object which continued to approach, until at last I could have touched it with the muzzle of my piece. It then paused, and, fixing its pink eyes upon me, gazed long and plaintively into my face. I was nearly fainting with hunger, but I felt that it would be better to starve outright, than shed the blood of so innocent and confiding a creature. Had I been a believer in the doctrine of the soul's transmigration, I should have felt strongly tempted to suppose that the spirit of some friend whom I had loved dwelt in the form of the gentle thing beside me, and came, like a good angel, to watch over my welfare, and nerve me for the trials I had yet to undergo. Another day passed, and still I had eaten nothing. The next morning I saw the white rabbit again, but I turned from it, and seizing my rifle with an air of desperation, walked noiselessly once more through the wild, in the hope of meeting with a squirrel, or a rat, or at all events one of those diminu- tive animals termed "chitmunks," which are about a span in length, and burrow in the hollows of the old forest-trees. This search, like all my others, proved fruitless, and, wander- ing back to the fire, I endeavoured to appease my hunger by chewing the juicy leaves of a plant that grew at the foot of an adjacent pine. Shortly afterwards, I experienced a burning sensation in the throat, and my limbs began to tremble vio- lently. I sprang to my feet, but my head became dizzy, and WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. 221 I was compelled to resume my former position near the fire. The fit lasted about five minutes, but the effects of it did not so soon pass away. I now gave up all hope of seeing anything more of the young hunter Twobears, and, shouldering my knapsack and rifle, strode sadly through the forest, with the intention of returning to Little Golgotha. I had looked forward with much satisfaction to my contem- plated sojourn in the backwoods, and was proportionately piqued to find all such pleasing anticipations end but in vexation and disappointment. I retraced three leagues of my journey the same afternoon, and then, lighting a large fire, and throwing myself recklessly beside it, fell asleep. I dreamed that some brigands had invited me to a most delicate banquet; but the moment I attempted to partake of it, every one of them leaped with a yell upon the board, discharged his carabine at my head, and together with the dainties melted into air. I was about to resume my journey, when the sharp crack of a rifle fell upon my ears, a wounded buck dashed fiercely across my path, I caught the sound of voices, and glancing hopefully back through a break in the foliage, caught a glimpse of two figures, one of which I had no difficulty in recognising as that of the young hunter Twobears Ramsay. He ran eagerly for- ward, seized my extended hand, wrung it warmly, and intro- duced the stranger to me as his friend Tom Fling, of trapper notoriety. Twobears then recoiled a pace or two, gazed at me with a serious air, and asked if I were ill. I told him that I had eaten nothing for more than three days, on hearing which, the handsome and gentlemanly Tom Fling opened his haver- sack, produced a strip of dried venison, picked some touchwood from a decayed tree, fired it with his rifle, flung a heap of twigs upon it, and throwing himself flat upon the turf, began to blow them into a flame. The strip of venison was soon cooked, and I thought the portion of it that fell to my share one of the most savoury and delicious morsels I had ever tasted. " We have been on your trail ever since yesterday after- noon," said Twobears, handing me a flask of choice liqueur; 222 WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. " we saw the traces of your first fire on the bank by the river's fork, and suspected that you had grown disheartened, and. set out for Little Golgotha. If you are not too weary to pro- ceed at once, I should like to reach the Madwaska again to-night; I have a great deal to tell you, and we can talk as we go." I expressed myself ready to start immediately, and Tom Fling offered to act as pioneer. " You may take your farewell of the civilised world," said the hunter, waving his hand in the direction of the settlements. " Between ourselves and the pole, stretches one vast unpeopled wilderness, in the whole of which, with the exception, perhaps, of our own, and that of a troublesome neighbour, you would not find a solitary human habitation. But, before I speak of other matters, let me render you a brief account of the circum- stances that detained me at home, and caused me to break the appointment I made to meet you here several days ago. My father, the captain of whom you have heard me speak, has re- sided in his wooden fortress yonder for more than twenty years. For the first eighteen of those years, no man, saving himself, ever set foot near the, spot of his retreat, but at length, by some mischance, the form of a stranger darkened our door, and that stranger, after having been hospitably entertained, repaid my father's kindness by threatening to pitch his wigwam close to our own. This man, we afterwards learned, was a notorious highwayman, who had turned king's evidence against his ac- complices, escaped the hands of justice, fled from England, and was now seeking refuge in the wilds of America. His name was Abraham Thorn. The captain replied that the forest was wide, begged him to re-consider his intentions, and hinted that the lands on which he gazed were already appropriated. In another week, the ring of an axe was heard through the woods, and a log-hut was erected within about rifle-shot of the castle. This was a direct violation of all principle and cour- tesy, and the captain remonstrated. In vain. Abraham built his house, and brought his wife and sons to dwell in it. The squatter's real character soon developed itself. He was an WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. 223 overbearing, insolent fellow, and, being a fool to boot, the secret of his heart escaped him. He had not only figured as a highwayman, he had committed murder. Abraham regretted the indiscretion that had led to this avowal, and in a fit of pas- sion endeavoured to obliterate all evidence of his crime by as- sassinating my father. The attempt failed, and we are in open hostility in consequence. The squatter has four sons, so that the enemy muster five in all. We are five also. How the struggle is to terminate I know not; and, while things were at this pass you cannot wonder that I was loath to leave home. My friend here and myself were obliged to steal away under cover of the night, lest Abraham, knowing that we were about to leave the Improvement, should plan a surprise upon the castle during our absence. He is a bold villain, and his boys have an effrontery and reckless bull- dog courage, which render them rather formidable. My father has always acted upon the defensive, never upon the aggressive, and this forbearance on our part has made them only the more exacting and impudent. Among the squatter's sons, too, theje is one they term Sapins, a hunchback, half-knave, half-idiot, who, a few mornings since, killed two of our sheep, attempted to hamstring one of our horses, and afterwards, levelling his rifle at myself, as I was in the act of running to the rescue, wounded me in the arm. Fling and I rushed out, seized him by the throat, and, dragging the young giant within the palisades, cowhided him severely. Abraham has sworn to wash out this insult with my blood; and such is precisely the awkward state of affairs at the present hour in my father's Improvement." " A Tomahawk Improvement," remarked Tom Fling, noting the look of inquiry my features assumed, "is this: A is a gen- tleman who wishes to squat which means, to appropriate to himself a few hundred acres of uncleared land. He accord- ingly searches for a convenient spot near a watercourse, and, having found one to his mind, * girdles' a dozen or so of the larger trees, and, felling a considerable number of the smaller ones, marks out the boundaries of his newly-acquired posses- sion. That done, he leaves it, to see if he can better his 224 WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. choice. If he can, welb if not, he returns; and for that reason the place he fixes upon is termed a Tomahawk Im- provement." "And in the event," said Twobears, "of B having stepped forward in the interim, and taken a fancy to the estate." " Then A can plead a prior claim to it, and exhibit the girdled trees as his title-deeds." " Was there not an instance of the kind," inquired Two- bears, "some years since down at Little Golgotha?" " Yes, you are right ; I recollect the circumstance," said Fling. " And let me see. In that case A was a capital shot, I think ; and, by the by, what became of B ?" " He died suddenly, I believe," replied the trapper, pausing a moment to brain a large water-rat with the butt end of his rifle. With such conversation did the two young backwoodsmen and myself while the time away, until we reached the Mad- waska ; then Twobears lighted a fire, Tom Fling cooked another strip of dried venison, and, having each partaken of it, we pil- lowed our heads upon the palms of our clasped hands, and sought refreshment in sleep. My digestive organs were so impaired by the severe priva- tions they had undergone, that I enjoyed but little repose. The trapper was equally restless, and begged me to indulge him with an outline of my adventures since I had parted with Two- bears at the Falls of La Chaudiere. In return, he recounted, some of his own hairbreadth 'scapes in the neighbourhood ot the Rocky Mountains, and spoke of many a bygone prairie sport, with the air of a man whose heart was still among them And I believe it was one of his graphic descriptions that sug- gested the following lines: for a gallop, on a coal-blaok steed, Along the rolling prairie, free and far ! to be borne away with breathless speed, Swift as the lightning- leap, or shooting star. for a glimpse of the big buffalo ! The reckless scamper of the rushing herd WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. 225 The thundering hoofs the eyes that gleam and glow, And speak his terror, or his fury stirr'd The ringing shot the death and then at night, The camp-fire and the group the song the tale The stillness and the dying embers' fitful light The watch the sliding moonbeams pure and pale The silent stars, that look down from above, And bring sweet thoughts of home and those we love ! HEAP THE THIRTY-Is T INTH. It was a bright and beautiful autumnal evening. The ma- jestic sun that over the stilly solitude, untrod by mortal foot, sheds an effulgence no less divine than upon the princely palace and the peopled city was just sinking behind a high ridge of distant forest, and the whole wide landscape looked as though it had but freshly sprung from a sea^of molten gold. We had arrived within about two hundred yards of Captain Ramsay's Improvement. Here Twobears and the trapper suspended their labours with the paddle, and began to consult upon the plan of procedure it would be expedient for them to pursue, as in another moment the canoe would double a little rocky pro- montory, and expose us to the gaze of the squatter and his sons, whose rifles might occasion our party considerable annoyance. I suggested that, as Twobears wished to keep our arrival a secret, we should effect a landing upon the opposite bank, ad- vance upwards under cover of the trees, and then re- cross the river at about pistol-shot distance above the Improvement, by which arrangement all possibility of detection would be avoided. Tom Fling, however, shook his head, and, telling me that we should have a formidable ravine to cross, as well as other diffi- culties to encounter of which I had at present no conception, said we had better wait for night; while Twobears, averse to such delay, proposed that we should deck the canoe with a pro- fusion of hemlock and maple boughs, which, being of the same p 226 WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. colour as the green shore in the background, would enable us to pass unobserved. The measure being pronounced a politic one, we stepped into the forest for the purpose of providing ourselves with the necessary costume for this novel masquerade, and, at the instigation of the trapper, extended our walk as far as the margin of the clearing, with the view of reconnoitring the surrounding premises. "The scoundrels!" exclaimed the impetuous Twobears, peering stealthily out from behind a stout hemlock, and speak- ing with an energy not altogether prudent on an occasion like the present; "they have fired the barn." Following the direction indicated by the finger of the young hunter, I bent a furtive glance over the clearing, and observed, on the one hand, contiguous to a heap of smoking ruins, and encircled by a strong wooden palisading, a neat, square-built, soldier-like log habitation, with the Union Jack of Old England (rather torn and disfigured) floating proudly from its summit; and, on the other hand, a rudely-constructed, single-storeyed hut, of most uncompromising appearance, and flanked by nothing but an unsightly snake-fence. The former, I was given to understand, was the abode of Captain Ramsay ; and the latter, that of Abraham Thorn, of " Newgate Calendar" celebrity. There was nobody visible in or near the dwelling of the high- wayman; but, from a kind of loophole or window in the other, I saw a black head suddenly thrust; the presentation of which was instantaneously succeeded by the report of two rifles. Again the black visage appeared, illuminated by a broad grin, which exposed two tiers of great shining teeth. It was some minutes ere Tom Fling and the young backwoodsman recovered from the fit of merriment into which this novel exhibition had plunged them, but, when they had at length done so, and could muster gravity for the occasion, they informed me that the black head and white teeth were the property of Captain Ram- say's negro cook and valet, Mr Poll Crake, who had a skull quite impervious, or, as Mr Crake himself more correctly ex- pressed it, " superfluous to de rifle-bullet, sar" a consolatory reflection, which frequently induced that gentleman to pre- WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. 227 sent it for the tantalisation of the squatter's sons, and the re- sultant perquisite of the flattened balls, which did to melt up again. With the canoe enveloped in a number of cool and freshly- lopped maple and butternut boughs, we launched once more, and, hugging the shore as closely as possible, had arrived within twenty yards of our destination, when the sharp crack of a rifle was again heard, and a brace of bullets, with a buzz like that of two angry wild bees on the wing, whizzed close past my ear. " It's that villain Sapins," muttered Tom Fling, making a series of desperate efforts with his paddle. A few seconds only had elapsed, when another volley whistled through the canoe, and struck the pine-blade from the hand of the incensed Two- bears. The next minute the forest interposed its friendly shelter between ourselves and the quick eye of the hunchback, and we all three leaped joyfully to land. "Welcome to Butternut!" cried Captain Ramsay, advanc- ing with hand frankly extended. He was a tall, handsome, muscular-looking, soldier-like man, with a keen blue eye, crisp grey hair, and the pleasantest expression of countenance ima- ginable. There were one or two deep scars upon his brow and cheek, but they were no disfigurement, and withal so in keep- ing with his whole air and appearance, that one could scarcely have wished them away. "Welcome to Butternut Castle!" cried he, and in so agreeable a tone of voice, that, instead of viewing him in the light of a new acquaintance, I felt as though we were old friends, whom destiny had for a time separated, and at length brought together once more. " This is Nickstick," the Blackfoot chief I spoke of," said Twobears, as a magnificent young Indian joined the group. Nickstick laid the palm of my hand on his breast, inclined his head slightly, and said in broken English, that he should be glad to have big talk with me, here and there, about his friends the pale-faces, and would thank me to teach him as much as I could of their palaver. The Blackfoot was about my own height (five feet ten inches), and attired in a sort of undress blue mili- tary surtout, confined at the waist by a red silk sash, fringed 228 WHITTLINGS FKOM THE WEST. with beads. A coloured handkerchief was bound picturesquely about his brow, and above it towered a heap of black shining hair, which grew perpendicularly from his crown, and streamed back again over it like the plume of a hussar. From the striking figure of the chief my glance roved to that of a gigantic negro, who, with his eyebrows strangely elevated, his glistening features distended into a broad grin, and his white teeth all developed, stood leaning against a cedar-tree hard by, contemplating the ceremony of introduction. " That is Napoleon Crake," said Captain Ramsay, turning round; "a very old and trusty follower of mine indeed, one of the most faithful fellows that ever Come hither, Poll ! " But the eulogium was cut short by the sudden disappearance of the subject of it, who, having been quite overcome by so affect- ing an appeal to his sensibilities, sobbed sonorously, shed several enormous tears, and retreated quickly within the palisades. Captain Ramsay then led the way into the castle, and intro- duced me to his daughter, the beautiful Hummingbird. The rich blood that illuminated her cheek was like the bloom upon an apricot, and she arose from the wolfskin-covered settee upon which she had been reclining, with an unaffected dignity and easy grace that would have become the most elegant and refined princess. The warm greeting that afterwards took place be- tween her and the trapper, accounted, to me in the most satis- factory manner for the strong anxiety the latter had all the day exhibited to reach Ramsay Improvement. The log-house, or castle, as it may more properly be termed, of Captain Ramsay, was precisely the description of edifice that my ever-busy fancy had pictured to me. It occupied the centre of a circular and almost impregnable wooden palisading; consisted of two storeys, and was capped by a species of watch- tower or observatory, only accessible by means of a ladder, which, pulled up, instantly cut off all communication with the premises below. Into this observatory, which had its sides pierced for musketry, and was provided with four secret ports or embra- sures, of a size sufficient to admit the muzzle of a small carro- nade, the captain, closely pursued by Tom Fling, Humming- WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. 229 bird, Nickstick, Tvvobears, and Poll Crake, presently con- ducted me. " I see," cried Captain Ramsay, following the course of my eye, in its contemplation of the various arrangements alluded to, and tapping the breech of the carronade with the toe of his mocassin " I see that such precautionary measures as these rather astonish you; but you will cease to wonder, when I state that it is my intention to spend the remainder of my days here. In the event, therefore, of a war breaking out between England and the United States (a thing by no means improbable), and of the Americans getting possession of the Canadas (the possibility of which I greatly doubt), or of Canada revolting against the mother country (which God forbid!), my position would require strengthening. At all events, I con- sider it but prudent to secure myself against surprise ; and you will readily conceive that, if circumstances should warrant it, I could occasion a small storming party no contemptible amount of annoyance and trouble." As the last word left the lip of Captain Ramsay, the report of firearms was heard, and a bullet, entering through a loophole, perforated the opposite side of the building. "It is that villain hunchback!" cried Fling; "I saw him a moment since behind yonder tree." The Blackfoot chief extracted the bullet from the log, examined it attentively, and nodded his head. Captain Ramsay said nothing, but beckoned to Poll Crake, and went below; whither Twobears, the Indian, and myself, followed him leaving the enamoured Tom Fling to point out some newly-discovered peculiarity in the structure of the carronade to the attentive Hummingbird, whose splendid dark eyes, flashing their dangerous beams down full upon the primed touchhole of the loaded piece, would have induced any one but an abstracted trapper to apprehend an awkward dis- aster as the inevitable result. On returning below, we found Captain Ramsay and his faithful black servant engaged in earnest consultation. The former explained to us that he had been plotting the capture of the hunchback. It was to be effected in the manner follow- 230 WH1TTLINGS FROM THE WEST. ing. Sapins and his brothers were in the habit of setting wolf- traps every night in various parts of the surrounding forest. As soon as darkness should render the experiment safe, there- fore, Poll Crake was to imitate the melancholy cry one of these animals usually makes when he finds himself ensnared, and by this means seduce the sons of the squatter from their hut. The negro was then to watch his opportunity, spring upon the unsuspecting Sapins, and, with the assistance of Two- bears and Nickstick, convey him to the castle. Mr Crake appeared to be eagerly anticipating the part he was to play in the business, and retired from the room gleaming from head to foot with broad grins. The proper moment having arrived, Captain Ramsay, fol- lowed by the whole of his staff, sallied noiselessly through the palisades, and stole to a clump of cedars within fifty yards of the abode of the squatter. We had suffered the moon to hide herself behind a cloud, and, as an additional precaution, made a complete circuit of the Improvement. The ruse succeeded; we heard the door of Abraham Thorn's hut open, and saw the outlines of two tall figures upon the sky. The first of these figures was allowed to pass us, but around the second the long bony arms of the negro coiled themselves, and the treacherous Sapins (who, instead of the dwarf I had supposed him to be, was a powerful man of at least six feet in height) was a prisoner. Before he had time to cry for assistance, a gag was forced into his mouth, his arms were pinioned, his legs tied, and without a sound or a struggle he was borne quickly away to the strong quarters prepared for his reception. " Come now/' said the smiling captain, as we re-entered his forest fastness, and he motioned me to a seat beside him upon the wolfskin-covered settee, " what do you think of Ramsay's Improvement?" " When I gaze around me," returned I, " upon the mys- terious accumulation of comforts your sylvan abode can boast, and the air of nicety and elegance that pervades its every arrangement, I feel rather inclined to regard you as a second Aladdin, who need merely rub a lamp, or press a ring, to WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. 231 insure the gratification of his slightest wish. Yours must be a slave of some taste, too, or you would never have become the possessor of an instrument like this." " And that," replied the captain, running his fingers gaily over the keys of the fine pianoforte to which I had drawn his attention, " has been the source of more trouble and annoyance to me than can easily be explained. Like the Aladdin you speak of, who could not bring himself to consider his castle complete until it was able to boast of the majestic egg the wily magician had recommended him to procure, / could not look upon mine as perfect in the absence of that which, like some angel visitant from a better world, can whisper to my soul of joys that are long passed away, and friends whose faces I shall gaze upon on earth no more. But the labour we had in getting it (as well as the carronade) up here was a her- culean one, as we were obliged to construct a canoe expressly for the occasion, and despatch the instrument in it piecemeal; and even now it is not entire, for the original legs were in- trusted to the care of a vagabond half-breed at Little Golgotha, who took such a particular fancy to them, and became so ena- moured of the castors, that neither he nor they have been heard of since. As for the carronade, it found its way through the canoe, and lay at the bottom of the river till Poll Crake, who is a good diver, managed to get a rope round the trunions, and pull it ashore." Here the conversation was interrupted by the entrance of Mr Crake himself, who came provided with a species of dark lantern, by way of intimating his readiness to conduct me to my chamber. And in this pleasant and sociable manner passed the first evening of my sojourn at Butternut Castle. HEAP THE FORTIETH. Early the next morning, Nickstick invited me to acccom- pany him into the forest, and, leaning our rifles against a tree, we sat down to enjoy a little of that big talk in which he had 232 WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. expressed himself so anxious to indulge. The conversation turning upon England and the pale-faces, with the view of imparting to him some slight notion of the comparative sizes of the two countries, I sketched out with my ramrod upon the ground a rude representation of the vast continent of America, and beside it placed another of the diminutive island regarding which he had manifested so much curiosity. The chief nodded his plume in reply, and drily observed that he had always sup- posed the hunting-grounds of the white people to be small, or he should have seen something of them from the tops of his native mountains. He inquired how many notches on a stick its warriors would number? I pointed to the leaves of the trees above and around us. Pie made a gesture of surprise; and asked whether none of them ever tumbled over the edge? On my shaking my head, however, and assuring him that there was room for them all, and to spare, he rose to his feet, ap- peared absorbed in thought for a moment, and said, " At all events, then, they must jostle each other very much." "Yonder look yonder!" cried Tvvobears, pushing his way through the tamarack branches. "There is sorrow in store: a cloud of that shape never hangs over the Improvement but it portends trouble to our house. Come, they are setting up a target for us, and we shall now have an opportunity of testing the merits of that English rifle of yours." The target to which Twobears made allusion was being erected at a distance of about ninety yards from the palisades. Hummingbird, with a scarlet mantilla thrown negligently over her graceful person, had come out to witness the sport. Cap- tain Ramsay had stationed Napoleon Crake in the watch-tower, with orders how to act, in case his interference should be re- quired; and now requested his little army of sharpshooters so to arrange matters, that four of our rifles would be ready for instant service in the event of any sudden development on the part of the squatter and his sons. With this proper precau- tion, Captain Ramsay took his station, and lodged his ounce of lead within half an inch of the upper edge of the bull's-eye. "Too much powder," cried he, shaking his head, and promptly WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. 233 re-loading; "you will beat that, Blackfoot, or you are no red- skin." The Indian, without any apparent effort, planted his ball almost upon that of the captain. I succeeded him, and the three bullets formed one dark patch upon the board. "Close shaving!" cried Captain Ramsay, approvingly, and with an uneasy glance in the direction of the squatter's hut. " Step out, Twobears." " The best shot yet/' exclaimed the delighted veteran, as the bullet of the young hunter passed through the bull's-eye, a little to the left of its centre. " Now Fling, you have the odds against you." The rifle of Tom Fling was levelled at the target; lowered; raised again; there was a certain nervous twitching of the muscles of his mouth, and a certain curious quaking of the five lingers extended along the barrel of his piece, not at all becom- ing in a trapper; another moment, and a black speck was visible on the white bull's-eye upon the opposite side to the one the ball of Twobears had pierced. The two competitors, there- fore, ranking equally, each had the privilege of another shot; but, at this juncture, the negro gave a signal, the door of the squatter's hut opened, and Abraham Thorn, with his three sons, each having his rifle in the hollow of his arm, strode over the clearing, and with a graceful nonchalance took up a con- venient position by the palisades. Tom Fling winced; I led Hummingbird back to the castle. " Room for the squatter, gentlemen," said the captain, with an easy politeness; "Abraham would try his skill." Without deigning any reply to this piece of civility, Abraham Thorn (who was a huge, ungainly-looking man, with a repul- sive squint) folded his arms, put his back to a tree, and after eyeing me for a moment or two with no particular amount of favour, turning to one of his sons, said, " Take your piece, boy, and put a ball through the centre of that bull's-eye, for there is not a man here, it seems, that can do it." The tallest of the highwayman's offspring a fine fellow, with a head and chest like an ox stepped forward, threw out 234 WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. his left foot, and bringing his rifle down to the mark instead of up, exhibited but a third-rate proficiency as a sharpshooter. A horrible scowl passed over the unprepossessing face of the squatter, and he would have struck his son to the earth, had not the young t giant ducked his head cleverly, and avoided the blow. Beckoning to the second, Abraham bade him fill his brother's place. Well delivered, but still wide of the bull's-eye. With a hideous oath, the squatter smote his son heavily upon the mouth, and commmanded the third to step forth. The hand of the young man faltered, and his lip quivered, as he levelled the ponderous fusee; but, though his aim was long and deliberate, he failed to do his father's bidding. Foam- ing with fury, the highwayman would have shot him dead on the spot, had not Captain Ramsay interposed, and, pointing to the target, cried, " Put your ball in the bull's-eye, Abraham, not in your boy's head. We know you for a murderer now prove yourself a marksman." An awful imprecation; a moment's silence; and the sharp crack of the discharged firelock. " You have wasted your lead, Abraham ; there were eight bullets in the target, and I count but eight still." "Then you can see no clearer than an eight- day-old wolfs pup," retorted the highwayman; "look in the bull's-eye, fool." " White man lie," muttered Nickstiek, turning upon the squatter a look of scorn; "his tongue is forked, and can only hiss; his heart is whiter than his face." As the Indian spoke, a loud yell was heard, and the hunch- back, appearing at one of the castle windows, dropped from it to the ground; but the height of the palisades baffled his at- tempt to scale them, and he remained yet a prisoner. The highwayman and his sons (who had believed Sapins to be ab- sent on a hunt) clubbed their rifles, and manifested a disposi- tion to rush forward and strike a blow for his release, but the sudden presentation of all our own pieces to their heads caused them to fall back. At the same moment, one of the ports in the watch-tower flew open, the muzzle of the carronade was WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. 235 thrust out, and the negro waited but the word to pour a shower of grape among the infuriated group. " Hear me, squatter," cried Captain Ramsay, with his blue eye flashing defiance: " the first shot you fire will be the death- knell of the hunchback :, provoke me a second time, and I will blow your hut about your ears. I have talked and remon- strated long enough ; the time has now come for me to act beware, then, how you rouse me!" With these words, the captain, motioning his little army to precede him, entered the palisades, where Napoleon Crake (who had descended from his post of honour for the express purpose) was effecting the recapture of the enraged hunchback a daring exploit which he achieved by seducing the power- ful Sapins into a pugilistic encounter, and, carefully watching his opportunity, rushing in upon him head first, with a ram- like impetuosity against which the solid logs of the very pali- sade itself scarcely showed themselves to be proof. The gates of the captain's stronghold were then brought together with a clash, and the heavy bars dropped over them, just as Isaac Crease (a man with a head like a monkey's, and only one ear, which was thin and flat like a leaf), followed by a second per- sonage, whom I at once recognised as my Little Golgothan guide, Rattlesnake, stepped, rifle in hand, from their canoe to the shore, and, without deigning a look either to the right hand or to the left, stalked straight up the clearing into the hut of the squatter. HEAP THE FORTY-FIRST. For some hours subsequent to the arrival of Isaac Crease and his comrade Rattlesnake, the half-breed guide, a profound stillness reigned throughout the Improvement; but it was the calm that generally precedes a storm. The addition of two such able auxiliaries to the number of the highwayman's party boded no good to ourselves, and we fully believed that an attack was in contemplation. But the impregnability of his 236 WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. little stronghold, together with the implicit reliance he put in the good faith and ready services of those around him, induced the captain to view the whole thing as a rather excellent joke, which promised a great deal of mutual sport and pleasantry. For myself, I confess that I looked forward to the chances of a brush with the squatter and his sons, and the burning of a few flasks of gunpowder, with a relish such as no words can express ; and I think I shall not be doing my friends Twobears Ramsay, Tom Fling, Nickstick, and Mr Napoleon Crake, an injustice, if I state that they quite reciprocated my feelings on this point. At all events, they exhibited no ordinary alacrity in the replenishment of powder-horns, the casting of bullets, the oiling of pistol-locks, and the furbishing of sabres, in all of which agreeable preliminaries Mr Crake took a conspicuous part. Indeed, it is to that gentleman that I am indebted for a new wrinkle in the art of gunnery. In preparing bullets for use, I had always carefully cut off the shank-end with my knife, and rolled them together in some vessel until they were perfectly round. Mr Crake strongly deprecated this system, and gave me to understand that it was always best to leave them with the neck on, as rifle-balls revolved in their passage through the air, and the protruding part enabled them to in- flict a much more frightful wound. He cautioned me, also, to be more economical in the use of my powder, which was a va- luable article in the bush. He said that as much of that com- pound as would barely cover the bullet was sufficient for all ordinary purposes; and the extreme deference I paid to his opinion in these matters, secured me Mr Crake's everlasting friendship and esteem. Towards evening, we were entertained by a slight develop- ment on the part of the squatter and his staff. The whole of the party emerged from the hut, and made a complete detour of the Improvement. They were all armed, and evidently in- tended to impress us with a proper sense of their formidability. The four Thorns were giants, and their every stride was a good yard and a-half. Isaac Crease was a small thin man, and had a dress as light as a harlequin's. There was not an inch of WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. 237 superfluous clothing about him. He had a slippery look, and an air as though he could, on occasion, have squeezed himself under a door, or through a keyhole. In walking, he appeared scarcely to touch the ground; and, as he passed under the overhanging boughs of a stately pine, I felt that he had nothing to do but give a slight spring, to attach himself, squir- rel-like, to any branch of it. After Abraham Thorn and his sons had disappeared in the forest, I could see this man and the half-breed guide talking together under a hemlock, with their faces turned to the Improvement, and pointed them out to Captain Ramsay. " You have seen that vagabond before, I think ? " observed he, alluding to Rattlesnake. " Yes," I replied ; " he coveted my rifle, and we almost came to blows about it." " And he stole my piano legs," cried the captain, bitterly; and here there was a general laugh. " How easily I could pick him off through this loophole," said Twobears, cocking his rifle. " Do not be an ass, I beg," urgecl Twobears' father, looking sharply round; for the young hunter was manifesting a strong inclination to indulge in the pastime hinted. " He stands so prettily for it," said Twobears, his fingers itching to be at the trigger^ " I could put the bullet right through his heart." At this moment the squatter and his boys emerged from the forest depths, and, followed by Isaac Crease and Rattlesnake, moved slowly towards the highwayman's hut, bearing some heavy burden among them. What the nature of that burden was, we were unable to ascertain 4 nor was our curiosity lessened when we heard them laugh loudly, and saw the whole group bending mysteriously over the object. " I would give a canister of my best powder to know what they have got there," cried the captain, straining his eyes to the uttermost. " What say you, Blackfoot?" " They have taken a wolf in their traps," said Fling; " that is all." 238 WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. "No; it is the size of three wolves put together." "They have caught a bear in a pitfall, perhaps, and he is too heavy for them to carry," suggested Twobears. "What would there be to laugh at in that?" retorted the captain. " It won't do. Come, Blackfoot, you have been eye- ing their proceedings long enough; speak what is it?" " Wolf not bad thought; bear better," replied the Indian, with his eye still fixed upon the distance. " Ay, ay, chief; but how do you account for all that merri- ment? A man like Thorn doesn't laugh at trifles; he is made of sterner stuff. They are going to play us a trick." The Indian nodded, and said, " Hunchback, best thought; they laugh to-day our turn laugh to-morrow. We see ;" and Nick- stick turned away. Not so the captain, who continued to gaze in the direction of the squatter's hut, and endeavour to attach some meaning to the curious ceremony we had just witnessed. During the evening meal (the regulations of Butternut Castle admitted of but two meals a-day one in the morning, the other about eight at night), I observed Poll Crake enter the room rather abruptly, and hold some telegraphic communi- cation with Twobears and the trapper; but, as there was no- thing unusual in the occurrence the negro being accustomed to express himself as much by signs as by speech I paid little attention to it. In a few minutes, however, the young hunter and his friend, who had both followed Napoleon Crake from the room, returned, and announced a very startling piece of intelligence. The hunchback Sapins had escaped ! Captain Ramsay sprang to his feet. The Blackfoot alone sat unmoved, smoking his tomahawk-pipe with a gravity superior to any- thing he had before exhibited. He manifested no surprise whatever, and merely repeated the words he had used an hour or two before. " Hunchback, very good thought never mind ; they laugh to-day our turn laugh to-morrow. We see." The enigma of the heavy burden and the jollity of the Thorns was now satisfactorily solved. It was evident that the moment the negro had turned the key upon the hunchback, the latter had thrown himself from the window, and, in seal- WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. 239 ing the formidable palisades, had either broken his leg, or wounded himself so severely, that he was only just able to crawl into the cover of the forest, where the accidental discovery of him by his own party, and some accompanying jocularity at the expense of ourselves, occasioned that burst of merriment to which we had been witnesses. Captain Ramsay expressing an intention of having sentinels posted at given distances within the palisades during the night, Twobears, Tom Fling, Nickstick, and I, volunteered for the service, and immediately seizing rifles and buffalo robes, re- paired to our respective stations. The night was dark, and there was not a breath of air in motion. I could plainly hear my heart beat, as I lay with my cheek upon my hand, and my eyes fixed upon the black log- barriers of Butternut. My preconceived notions of the plea- santries of bush-life bade fair to be realised ; and, in place of a gang of rough burglars, had we but been beset by a horde of scalping Pawnee or Sioux warriors in their war-paint, my happiness would, I verily believe, have been complete. An hour elapsed, and I then felt, rather than saw, a figure in the act of bending down over me. I sprang to my feet, and had my finger on the trigger of my rifle; but an almost inaudible " hush " met my ear, and I at once recognised the gentle voice of Hummingbird. I knew, from the tone in which she spoke, and the action which accompanied the word, that she had mis- taken me for the trapper, and I whispered my own name in her ear. There was a slight exclamation of surprise, and her figure was lost in the gloom. I had scarcely resumed my po- sition, before I became conscious of the approach of a second visiter. It was the young hunter Twobears. He stretched himself quietly upon the buffalo robe at my side, and said, with some concern, "Have you been stirring?" "Not an inch why?" "Have you seen nothing?" " A man need have sharp eyes to see on such a night as this." "Have you felt nothing ?" " A little cold, that is all." 240 WHITTLINGS FKOM THE WEST. " Come, a truce to joking; I am serious. There is some one on the prowl; a strange figure passed me a moment since. I must go and hear what Fling says." "Nonsense; you have been dreaming." " I have not closed an eye, I assure you. I must see to this." " Sit down, and let us talk it over." " No, I am uneasy, and must find Fling." " Bah ! he will laugh at you/" Well." " Stand! Who goes there?" cried I, as he began to move away. " Who ? why, your brother sentinel to be sure," returned the bewildered Twobears. "Tut! Do sentinels leave their posts? Give the countersign!" " There, don't make me laugh. I left Poll Crake to mount guard in my absence. Let me go." " If you stir hand or foot, I will drive a bullet through your body. You are my prisoner; and, seizing the willing culprit by the hand and shoulder, I forced hirn down upon the buffalo skin by my side. " I suppose your Generalship will have me shot, at least, in the morning," said Twobears, with a laugh. " Name my ran- som, will you?" " If you will tell me a good tale, now," said I, anxious (for reasons that will be intelligible to the reader) to detain Two- bears as long as I could, " I will let you go." " Did Fling ever tell you about Mark Hive, and their brush with the thirty Sioux?"* " No ; let me hear it," "Hush! look yonder!" I fixed my eye upon the dark outline of the palisades, and was conscious of some black mass moving stealthily along them on the outer side. The circumstance was one of a nature * The tale to which Twobears here alluded, has already figured in the pages of HOGG'S INSTRUCTOR, under the name of ' ' A Brush in the Bush." WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. 241 sufficiently suspicious to warrant our giving the alarm ; but, before I did so, I crawled on my hands and knees so close to the object, that I could distinctly feel the warm breath of some- body upon my cheek. Having thus assured myself of the rea- lity of what I beheld, I crept back a few paces, and desired Twobears to give the preconcerted signal. He accordingly threw a small pebble in the direction of the trapper, and an- other towards the negro and Indian. The two latter were at our side in a second, but the former did not make his appear- ance. I drew the attention of the negro to the spot, and we all four watched for some minutes. The dark figure continued to glide along the palisades, then it paused, went back again, remained motionless for awhile, and, finally, after several in- effectual attempts, succeeded in climbing the high stakes, and prepared to descend on their inner side. " Good!" whispered Nickstick in my ear; while Twobears rubbed his hands noise- lessly together, and Poll Crake began to bare his long arms for a tussle. As the trapper had been the first to put up the game, however, he felt that he had a right to bag it. The moment the daring intruder set foot upon the ground, there- fore, Twobears tripped his legs from under him, and threw him upon his face. With a gigantic effort, the highwayman (for we supposed it to be no less a person) wrenched his body round, and away the trapper and he rolled together for at least four yards. Abraham Thorn strove to speaf , but the negro placed his large hand over his mouth, and, with the as- sistance of Twobears and the Blackfoot chief, dragged him into the castle. " Fetch a light, and call the captain," cried Twobsars to Napoleon Crake. The negro ran to execute the order, and, the mouth of the prisoner being unstopped, the following startling sounds issued from it. " What does all this foolery mean ? Nickstick ! Twobears ! let me go instantly, before I use my teeth." At the same moment, Captain Ramsay, with an oil-lamp in his hand, entered the hall, and we all burst into a prolonged Q 242 WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. fit of laughter. We had bagged the trapper, Tom Fling! Moved by the spirit of adventure, he had stolen from the Im- provement, with the view of reconnoitring the premises of the highwayman, and ascertaining the nature of his intentions re- specting Butternut and its defenders. In effecting a retreat, however, he had missed the sliding stake in the darkness, and, fearful that his long absence would create an alarm, was obliged to scale the palisades. " And what of Thorn ? " asked the captain ; " what have you seen or heard?" "Nothing; all is still. There is no attack in contemplation at present." And here the night's adventures ended. HEAP THE FORTY-SECOND. The next morning, as the natural result of our dangerous neighbour the hunchback's emancipation, a great risk became attendant upon the exhibition of any of our persons, not only outside the palisades, but even within them. An intimation of our danger in this respect was soon conveyed to us by the ap- pearance of the idiot himself, fusee in hand, at the entrance of the squatter's hut, casting a furtive eye over the Improvement. " Now, by heaven, if yonder boy but so much as drops the muzzle of his piece in this direction," exclaimed the choleric captain, " I will stretch his body, like a mat, across his father's doorway. We must examine the palisades, to see that no trick has been played us in the darkness. Twobears, keep your eye upon the hunchback he means mischief." As he spoke, Captain Ramsay led the way to the intrench- ments, and, assisted by the Blackfoot and myself, made a care- ful inspection of all the stakes, beginning at the solid gateway, and going slowly round, till we had arrived at the same point on the opposite side of it. A second and more close investiga- tion was then made, and my gaze fixed itself upon an almost WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. 243 imperceptible streak in one of the logs. I pointed it out to Captain Ramsay, who shook his head pleasantly, and muttered " You are a neat workman, Abraham, and a clever fellow to boot, but you are scarcely a match for an old soldier either; you should have filled up the gap better, and blown away the sawdust. Let me see if you have finished your job." And drawing a bowieknife from his pocket, the captain used it as a probe, and found the stake so completely severed, that a very slight push would have brought the detached portion to the ground, and formed an aperture that would have permitted the ingress of a stout man. " This is the work of a keyhole saw," said I, " and it was evidently wielded by a short man, for here is the mark of his knee in the soil, and there is the print of his toe, not fifteen inches from it." " You are right. We have to thank Isaac Crease for this. Pray, gentlemen, which of your party was on guard here last night." " Tom Fling," replied Twobears, I was seized with a dry cough at this moment. " That is strange, too," continued the captain, " for you re- member he was outside the palisades, and, when he was search- ing for the sliding stake, had any one been here, the two must have come into collision. The log must have been cut prior to his reconnoitre of Thorn's hut. Are you sure that he was not asleep?" " I can vouch for his innocence in that respect," said I; and there the cross-examination ended. As we were ascending the three steps that led up to the wooden gallery which formed a sort of rampart round the castle, and as Twobears was in the act of stooping to give Poll Crake some directions respecting the severed stake, the sharp crack of a rifle fell upon our ears, and one side of the negro's face was deluged with blood. The hunchback had just dropped the breech of his fusee to the ground, and was turning to effect a retreat; but it was too late; a loaded rifle was leaning against one of the pillars of the castle terrace; Captain Ramsay seized 244 WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. it levelled and the hunchback, with a loud yell, dropped flat upon his face. A moment afterwards, Abraham Thorn rushed madly forth, and, with his clenched fist raised to heaven, ap- peared to be calling down some horrible malediction upon the slayer of his son. He then dragged the body in by the head and shoulders, and the door of the hut was re-closed. In the course of an hour, the squatter again made his ap- pearance. He was followed by three of his sons and Isaac Crease. The half-breed brought up the rear. All had their rifles. Isaac Crease lodged his against a tree, and, advancing to the gate of the palisades, called for the hunter Twobears. " But one interpretation can be put upon this proceeding," said the captain, who had been dressing the wounded cheek of his faithful negro. " Twobears, you have incurred the ill-will of yonder trapper, and he has come to shed your blood. There is a long-standing feud between you, and one life, at least, is sure to pay the forfeit of it. I know that you are brave, but to-day there will be need of more than your common courage and vigilance. Remember that you have not to fight as one who has aught to avenge. There must be no such bitterness in your heart. This quarrel is one which you have sought to avoid, and unsuccessfully. Recollect that you are acting in self-defence; remember that there is death in yon assassin'* glance, and, if you fail to kill him, he will kill you. Forward !" It was an exciting moment. The bar was dropped ; the gate was opened, and we issued from it. The Indian whispered a word in the ear of the young hunter, and wrung his hand. The latter then advanced to Isaac Crease, and, looking him calmly in the face, said, " Twelve months since, you offered me an in- sult. I resented it on the spot, and was satisfied. Were you ? " "No!" thundered Isaac Crease, with the foam of a long- cherished fury upon his white lip. " Nothing but blood can wash out the remembrance of a wrong. Come ! I am here to fight not to talk." The trapper led the way into the forest, and was followed by Abraham Thorn ; Twobears and his father went away in an op- posite direction. The combatants having secreted themselves, WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. 245 the squatter and Captain Ramsay then returned ; and one of the most extraordinary and deadly struggles perhaps that the backwoods ever witnessed was now about to take place. There was a profound silence. Captain Ramsay, evidently, was much agitated. Abraham Thorn stood leaning his cheek upon his rifle, with his eyes fixed upon the ground. There was a laugh upon his face but it was the laugh of a devil. He knew that Isaac Crease was no novice in a matter of this nature, and the highwayman was revolving the chances of his soon having one enemy the less. Still all was a dead silence. A few drops of rain fell; the sky cleared again; and presently a twig was heard to snap. My heart began to beat with anxiety. Abraham Thorn re- moved his right cheek from the muzzle of his rifle, and laid on it his left. I drew out my watch, and found that fifteen minutes had elapsed. At length the sharp crack of a fusee, and again another deathlike stillness. The face of the Indian brightened, as I have seen some revolving lamp upon a dangerous sea-coast. Fling turned to me, and whispered that Twobears had drawn trigger, but it would go hard with him if he had not shot the trapper dead. A few minutes afterwards another twig snapped, and a second sharp report was heard. I heard the negro gnash his teeth, and saw the captain grow pale; while the highwayman exchanged a glance of satisfaction with the half-breed. There was now a third report, and a bullet sank into the palisades, within a yard of us. It left a faint crimson stain upon the wood. The Blackfoot dug the ball out with his knife, and we saw that it was from the rifle of Isaac Crease. Ten more anxious minutes rolled slowly away, and then, no longer able to restrain his eagerness to ascertain the fate of his boy, Captain Ramsay rushed into the forest. The highwayman and his sons, the half-breed, Nickstick, Tom Fling, and I, fol- lowed. For some time our search was fruitless: at length the highwayman raised a cry whether of rage or triumph, we could not tell and stooped over the prostrate figure of a man. It was the corpse of the trapper, Isaac Crease. The ball had 246 WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. entered under his chin, gone direct through his palate, and buried itself in his brain. His features were frightfully dis- torted, and his left hand yet grasped his rifle. Abraham Thorn lifted the body from the ground, and, uttering one of his wither- ing execrations, let it fall back heavily. Captain Ramsay gazed a moment upon the clod of earth at his feet, and, seeing that life was extinct, passed on. He called upon the name of Two- bears, but there was no reply. Nickstick pointed to a pool of blood hard by. " Yes, you are right, boy," said the veteran, with a mourn- ful smile ; " the poor lad fell here, and has crawled away on his hands and knees. See the red track he has left behind him! He cannot have gone far. Ah, here he lies!" The highwayman caught the last word, and hastened up. " Not a foot further, on your life!" cried the enraged captain, menacing him. " Death is a solemn thing, and this spot is sacred." " Is the boy dead?" asked the burglar, with a coarse laugh; " answer me that." And, struggling forward, he spat upon the body of Twobears. Captain Ramsay clenched his fist, and smote the brute with such force upon the temple, that he dropped his rifle, and fell backwards like a log. The squatter's sons instantly sprang forward to avenge the blow; the half-breed put himself at their side; and a complete hand-to-hand fight, with clubbed rifles, ensued. I saw one of the Thorns knocked down by Tom Fling, and I saw the latter grappled by two of the fallen youth's brothers. I was in the act of rushing to the trapper's assistance, when, with the bound of a tiger, Rattlesnake leaped upon me, and Nickstick upon him. We all three rolled upon the ground together, and, when I arose, I saw the young Indian with his hand upon the throat of the guide. The half-breed's face was perfectly black, and JSickstick was feel- ing for his knife. I turned to Fling, and, seeing the two backwoodsmen endeavouring to brain him with their pieces, fired at the elder of the brothers, but missed my mark, and put the bullet through his hand. He ran back a yard or two, and WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. 247 levelled his long fusee at me, but it missed fire, and Nickstick joining me at the moment, the two young squatters turned their backs upon us, and ran towards the hut. The Blackfoot followed them a little way, and then returning, snatched the knife from the belt of Fling, and went down upon his knees again by the side of the insensible half-breed. " Spare his scalp, Blackfoot/' cried I, reading his intention. "No scalpee?" echoed the Indian. "No take scalp, not good; white brother not wish scalpee, well." And having set the guide with his back to a tree, and knocked the lock from his fusee, we returned to the castle, to learn the fate of Two- bears. We overtook the body just as it was being borne through the gate of the palisades. The cheek of Twobears was pale, and his brow w T as wet, for the tears that would not be sup- pressed had burst from the captain's eyes, as he bent over the prostrate figure of his son. Poll Crake gave a howl as they carried it past him, and Hummingbird, rushing out, threw her arms round the neck of her brother, and let her long black hair completely envelope his face/ Her father, meantime, cut and tore away the clothes, to ascertain the nature and depth of the wound. " It is too late," cried the captain ; " he is a dead man." " He is worth three dead men yet," said Fling, who was unwilling to believe that any real ill had befallen his comrade and friend. I put rny hand to the young hunter's heart, and found that it still beat. Twobears had merely fainted from loss of blood. The bullet had passed through the fleshy part of his right side ; no bones were broken, and no vital part had been touched. Once assured of this, the captain set to work with his lint and bandages, and Torn Fling sprinkled the wounded man's brow with water. I looked round, and missed Nickstick. I guessed that he had stolen back into the forest, with the view of scalp- ing the half-breed, and went after him. Yes ; Nickstick had his knife out. The half-breed was coughing violently, and still sitting as we had left him, with his back to a tree. The 248 WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. highwayman was gone. I put my arm through that of the Elackfoot, and led him back to the castle. Rattlesnake levelled his rifle at us the moment our backs were turned, and we heard him fling it savagely to the ground, upon discovering that the lock had been removed. On our return, we found Twobears sitting up, and talking. He grasped my hand, and inquired if the trapper was still alive. I shook my head, and Twobears looked thoughtful. "How did the villain conduct himself?" asked Captain Ramsay, holding a piece of plaster over a lamp, and applying it to the young hunter's side. " Something after this fashion," replied Twobears. " After the signal for action had been given, I caught a glimpse of his figure behind a stump, and fired. He cried out sharply, drew himself into cover, and retaliated in so clever a manner, that his bullet absolutely carried away my right eyebrow. Ecce signum! I was the first to re-load, and presently saw his narrow face about thirty yards off, glaring at me from behind an old cedar. I saw him drop the priming into the pan of his rifle with his left hand, and guessed that the other was disabled. The opportunity being too valuable a one for me to let slip, I exchanged my quarters for better behind a big pine, which completely covered my body. He observed the movement, and flung his tomahawk at rny head as I ran. You will find the tool yonder, buried to the very eye, in the tree behind which I took up my position. Before he had time to skip back to his cover, I fired on him again, and he fell back like one mortally hit. I was duped, and went towards him, but had the sense to re-load as I did so. When I had got to within about five yards of where he lay, face downwards, he sprang suddenly to his feet, and shot me through the side. I felt the warm blood streaming from the wound, but mustered strength enough, just as he was clubbing his rifle to beat me down, to thrust out my piece at his head, and pull the trigger. He dropped instantly, and, crawling from him as far as I could, I lay down and fainted. It was an ugly affair altogether." " And I am not sorry it is over," said the captain, wiping WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. 249 the perspiration from his pale forehead, and throwing himself upon his favourite wolfskin-covered couch. " I would sooner fight a score of such duels, than again go through the anxiety I have this day suffered on your account, Twobears. But Isaac Crease will trouble us no more." " His blood be on his own head," said the hunter. " He swore that, if I did not fight him, he would kill me the moment an opportunity offered and there is an end of that. I did not quarrel with him, but he with me. He attempted to cast a stain upon the honour of my mother. What of Thorn and Rattlesnake? Did any of you come to blows?" " The half-breed has met with some rough usage," replied Fling ; " and the squatter and his boys have all of them sore heads. They will most probably pay us a visit by and by." And Tom rubbed his hands relishingly. HEAP THE FORTY-THIRD. The remainder of that eventful day rolled quietly by. The door of the squatter's hut was not observed to open once dur- ing the whole afternoon ; but we knew too much of the high- wayman's cunning, to suppose that he would suffer this quiet state of things to continue. Night had now set in once more. There was not a breath of air stirring. " I apprehend an attack of some kind or other," said Captain Ramsay, " and we must be prepared for the worst. If an entrance is attempted, it will be by the stake they have cut. It will form a pretty trap. I should like to know what is going on in yonder hut, and I think I shall send Poll Crake and the Blackfoot to reconnoitre." "I was just about to volunteer for the service," replied Fling; " what do you say, Mr Log?" " Agreed; we two." " Then follow me." " You may perhaps find one of these things useful," said the 250 WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. captain, pushing a brace of pistols into our hands. " Should Abraham happen to be on the watch, you will not meet with the most friendly reception." The trapper led the way to the palisades ; he groped about for .a little while; scratched the soil away from the bottom of one of the stakes; removed a piece of bark, which secreted a hinge, and turning up the log, we both passed through. " You must be cautious not to tread on any of these brittle sticks," whispered Tom, as we stole silently over the clearing ; " the sound would be heard halt' a mile off on such a night as this. Hark! do you hear the roar of the rapids? They are at least a league away. It is a sign of rain. Here we are at the hut ; I hear voices, but see no light." " They have slung a blanket before the window," said I. " The scoundrels ! so they have ; but there is another win- dow at the back ; we will try that. Ah, this is pleasant here's a sight ! " A large fire was blazing upon the squatter's hearth, and six men were sitting round it. An old woman was stirring a species of pot, or caldron, which swung from a hook under the chimney; and in a further corner, upon a rude table, lay stretched the corpse of the ill-fated Isaac Crease. " They are boiling a part of our dead friend for supper, ap- parently," whispered the trapper. " It looks very like it," said I. " Pray who is that elderly lady presiding over the pot ? " " That is the squatter's wife. Mark her as she stirs up the caldron does she not look like one of the witches in * Mac- beth ? ' Yonder is Sapins, in the corner ; his right arm is broken. I wish we could hear as well as see. Hark! " The whole party, at this moment, moved by something the half-breed had said, burst into a loud laugh; but their merri- ment suddenly ceased, and one of the highwayman's sons, aris- ing from the bench by the fire, walked towards the window. He put his face close to it, as if looking into the night, and then went back again to his seat. Abraham Thorn now arose, and opened the door. The half-breed joined him. WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. 251 " We must hear what these vagabonds have to say to each other," said Fling; "they have mischief in their looks." And we crept round to within three yards of the spot where the two men stood. I saw the highwayman close the door cautiously, and I saw Rattlesnake stretch out his hand, to learn whether it rained. " I don't like your plan," said Abraham. " If we could burn them all in their nest, it would be better," The trapper touched me with his elbow, by way of inquiring whether I heard that. " You don't like my plan, I suppose, because it threatens a little danger to yourself," retorted Rattlesnake; "but if you do as I bid you, not a man of them will have time to lift a finger." Again the elbow of Tom Fling was thrust into my side, and drawing forth a pistol he cocked it silently. I put my hand on his arm, and, uncocking the weapon, he returned it to his pocket. " I shall never be able to get my long body through that hole," muttered Abraham Thorn ; " and there is not one of my boys but what is as big as raj-self. Besides, the Ramsays will be on the watch." " They will not watch ; they think their palisades too secure," returned Rattlesnake. " You don't talk much like a man who has a blow to avenge! I thought that you " The squatter interrupted him with an oath, and stamped violently upon the ground. " I will find a way through the palisade," he cried, gulping his rage. " I shall presently go and remove the stake then," said Rattlesnake, " and will return to you, when we will arrange the whole matter. Sapins is disabled, and must stay behind. Come, I am hungry a man cannot work on an empty stomach." And the pair re-entered the hut, and closed the door. " Take your fill, half-breed," growled Fling, " for you will never eat another supper in this world. Allons! Let us go; we have no time to spare." And together the trapper and I moved toward the Improvement. 252 WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. " Did you not stay Nickstick's hand this morning, when he would have killed and scalped that dog yonder?" asked Fling. " Yes." " It was the worst thing you ever did." Captain Ramsay, Nickstick, and the negro, were on the watch. I left the trapper to recapitulate the conversation we had overheard, and, throwing myself carelessly upon the buffalo robe the captain had just vacated, began to revolve in my mind the occurrences of the last few days. Presently a dark, tall figure, muffled in a cloak, appeared, and stretched itself by my side. It was Twobears. " This is imprudent," said I. Hummingbird had strict in- structions not to let you move from the castle. I must report you." "Nonsense! I can't stay within doors when there is work to be done. I am quite well, and intend to signalise myself. About what hour may the Philistines be expected?" " Their Goliath will be with us in a few moments. He will enter by yonder stake, and fall into the trap we have laid for him. Who goes there?" "Poll Crake and I," whispered the captain in my ear. (Two- bears secreted himself instantly.) "Whither?" asked I. " To dig a grave." A new light broke in upon me. "Must he die?" " There is no alternative. Has he not planned the massacre of us all? I would shoot him with my own hand sooner than let such a villain escape. He hastened the death of my wife ; he plotted the assassination of my son, and would now toma- hawk my daughter. He dies to-night. I have said it. Take care; hold him tight; he is as slippery as an eel. We shall be near you." I lay down again on my buffalo robe, and watched the dark- ness deepen in the direction of the severed stake. By and by I heard a twig crack, and knew that the half-breed was at hand. " Tuck up your sleeves/' said Twobears ; " ten to one but WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. 253 he has greased his body. Do not attempt to seize him till he is quite through. Look!" A black mass moved stealthily backwards and forwards, with- out the palisades. Then it paused; the half-breed passed a knife all round the log; gave it a slight push; the stake broke off, and fell inside. He put his hand in, withdrew it, and listened. We distinctly heard the beating of his false heart. I was just beginning to fear that I had let the right moment slip, when Rattlesnake pushed in his head, but as quickly withdrew it. At the same moment the moon broke partly through a cloud, and shed sufficient light over the Improve- ment for a quick eye to have detected all the figures with- in the palisades. But it was evident that we were still in- visible to the half-breed, for he put his head between the stakes a second time, and the moon shutting herself up among the clouds again, all became as dark as before. I saw the half-breed with his hands and arms through the aperture. That was enough; I threw myself upon the traitor, and dragged him in. Captain Ramsay, Tom Fling, JSickstick, and the negro, immediately joined us, and the latter put his hand upon the half-breed's mouth, to prevent him from giving any alarm. "We have him now," cried the captain. "Leave him to me." The words were no sooner spoken, than the wily Rattle- snake wrenched himself round, drew out his knife, stabbed, the young Blackfoot chief in the arm, gashed the face of Captain Ramsay, and, making a dash through the broken palisade, dis- appeared. We were quickly upon his trail, and his retreat to the hut being cut off by the Indian and Poll Crake, he made for the river, closely pursued by the trapper and myself. The inoon again poured down a faint ray of light, and Rattlesnake, turning round and finding us close upon him, plunged into the Madwaska. We sprang into a canoe, cut the thong that at- tached it to the shore, and darted away in pursuit. The half- breed rose for breath, and dived a second time, like a water- rat, shot along for at least thirty yards under the surface, and when, guessing his intention, we once more caught a glimpse 254 WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. of his figure, he was scrambling up the opposite bank of the river. The crag, however, was nearly perpendicular, and, missing his grasp, he rolled helplessly back into the clutches of the negro, who, although suffering from a desperate wound inflicted by the knife of Rattlesnake, had swum gallantly to the spot. The half-breed was speedily bound, gagged, placed face upwards in the bottom of the canoe, and transferred to the Improvement. " In five minutes we may look for a visit from the squatter and his sons," said the captain ; so what we have to do must be done quickly, and without any vain parade of words. I be- lieve we are all agreed as to the fate of Rattlesnake ; but, if we are not, I can't help it. Cut the thongs if you will, and let him die the death of a warrior." The doomed half-breed was led to the grave that had been dug for him; his feet were free, but his arms were bound. Captain Ramsay, the Blackfoot chief, Fling, and the negro, drew lots which of the four should give the fatal blow, and it fell upon Nickstick. There was a momentary struggle; a deep sigh ; and all was over. In the space of two short minutes, a man had lived died and was buried ! HEAP THE FORTY-FOURTH. It was the intention of Rattlesnake to return to the hut of the squatter, and report the state of matters in the Improve- ment, ns well as plan the massacre of all those within it. The probability now was, that, as the trapper did not return, ac- cording to agreement, the squatter himself would steal out to reconnoitre, and even at length venture through the palisade, with the view of ascertaining the cause of the delay. It was the captain's intention, therefore, to entrap the highwayman precisely as he had entrapped Rattlesnake. For Abraham Thorn, then, we were now upon the watch. WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. 255 "If we can catch the highwayman to-night," said Fling, breaking a long silence, " I can promise you a few days' hunt- ing; and we will make an excursion up the river to a beautiful little island, at no great distance, where there is some fine scenery and a noble fall of water. Hark ! who have we here?" It was Nickstick. He told Fling to join Twobears, while he (the Blackfoot) sat a little with myself. " Abraham sharp eye," muttered Nickstick. " Very sharp see Isaac now. He ! he ! " " It was a bad thing to shed blood, chief. Was there no al- ternative ? " " Alternatif ! What dat ? Too much hard word for Injun; find small word, learn him better." I explained my meaning, and the chief shook his head. " Berry good end," said he. " All go off some time. Better die so, than like capin's father." I learned afterwards that the elder Mr Ramsay had expired in an apoplectic fit. " Tell more about England," said Nickstick, artfully chang- ing the subject. " Ober dere long way big ship see, if tall enough to look ober forest eh ! " " Not quite ; the earth is round, you know, like a cannon- ball." " Ah ! so capin say. No b'lieve dat. Can't be round ; quite flat see him flat with own eye to-morrow." "No; the earth is round, and keeps revolving, like a bullet from a rifle." " Hear all dat splain before by capin ; can't b'lieve ; if spin round, people fall off." "No ; the rapidity of the motion keeps them on. If you put a stone into a hoop, and throw it up, the stone will still be in when the hoop touches the ground." " Try him soon ; best try, know him sure hugh ! Hush ! Abraham come." The chief's quick ear had caught the sound of a snapping twig, and we both crawled towards the cut log. If Abraham 256 WHTTLINGS FROM THE WEST. were there, it was a matter of speculation what his errand was, and what his proceedings would be. If he had merely come to reconnoitre, he would not venture within the palisades, and it would be necessary to sally out upon him ; but, if he sus- pected that some unforeseen circumstance had detained the half-breed, and the latter awaited his co-operation, it was pro- bable that the squatter would enter at once, and bring his sons with him. The sky was completely overcast, and the darkness of the night rendered doubly deep by the gloom that the black forest shed around. The dark background of the castle, too, afforded our figures additional security from detection. By straining our eyes through the palisades, we could see a figure stealing slowly along them. That this was Abraham, there was little doubt, for, in passing his hand along the logs, to discover the right one, he suddenly paused, and uttered a terrible oath. He had torn his fingers with a rusty nail. His identity being thus proved, we watched the movements of the highwayman closely. These were conducted with extreme caution. Abraham first listened attentively ; then imitated the croak of a bull-frog, in a manner that did him great credit. Nickstick quickly an- swered the signal. Abraham put his rifle through, and laid it on the ground. Finding that the stake had been already re- moved, he gave a grunt of satisfaction, but still hesitated whether to enter or not. Just then I heard the Indian tell the captain (who was close behind me) that the whole of the squatter's sons were at hand, though I was altogether ignorant from whence Nick- stick could have derived so important a piece of information. I exercised my faculties of hearing and seeing to their very utmost, and could detect the presence of no more than the one figure already alluded to. A long pause succeeded, and at length a second form presented itself close to that of the squatter. "Go through, boy," said Abraham; "keep your weather eye and ear open, and return to me." "Fall back!" whispered the captain. "Let him get in WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. 257 and out again, and we shall have the old fox himself pre- sently. That will do," continued the veteran, as our backs touched the wooden rampart of the castle. " Since we are about to play at blind-man's-buff' with the young squatter, take care none of you get caught." Nor was this warning ill-timed; for Abraham's eldest son, in carrying out the injunctions of his father, crept all round the Improvement, and once or twice nearly came into collision with the negro and myself. He now returned to his father, and, as he retreated, we advanced. There was a silence of a minute or two. " Well, did you see the half-breed?" inquired Abraham. "No," was the reply; "something must have skeared him. I have been all round." " Skeared or not skeared," said the highwayman bitterly, " the man who makes a fool of me had better not bring his head within reach of my rifle-stock. There is nothing to be done to-night, I see, so we had better face about. Put the stake in its place, one of you." "Now is your time, Blackfoot," whispered the captain in the Indian's ear, as the squatter and his party began to move away. Nickstick put his hands to his mouth, and once more imitated the croak of a bull- frog. Abraham paused, and said, "Hark! that is Solomon; stay here, and, when you hear the next croak, follow up quickly, and get to work." With these words, the squatter threw the stake upon the ground, and thrust his long body through the aperture. Cap- tain Ramsay seized Abraham instantly by the throat, and dragged him along toward the castle. The highwayman struck out violently with his arms and heels, and cried loudly for help. One of his sons put his head and shoulders through the palisade, with the intention of rushing to the rescue, but the negro wrenched the rifle from his grasp, and, striking the young squatter with his fist, compelled him to retire. At the same moment, Abraham's fusee was snatched from the ground where it had been lying, and a ball whistled close past my ear. R 258 WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. The flash betrayed our position; the discharge of two other pieces quickly followed, and Poll Crake had one of his fingers shot away. The struggle was over. The Blackfoot chief remained to guard the palisade, and Twobears, Tom Fling, and I, followed the captain, the negro, and their prisoner, into the castle. HEAP THE FORTY-FIFTH. Abraham Thorn was put into the strong room that had twice been the prison of Sapins. It was the captain's inten- tion to keep the squatter's arms pinioned; upon the latter promising to maintain a quiet demeanour, however, he was unbound. But a watch was set upon him, and his fate was left for consideration upon the morrow. In the morning, I went with Twobears, to hear how Abra- ham Thorn had conducted himself during the night. Tom Fling and he were sitting face to face, abusing each other roundly. They had come to blows, and there was a bruife over the trapper's left eye. I turned an inquiring look upon, him, and he pointed to the side of his prisoner's head, on which a large gash was visible. I glanced around; several frag- ments of clothing, and human hair clotted with blood, lay upon the floor; and a bench had been dashed to atoms in the struggle. "I was weary, and began to nod," said the trapper: "you may guess what followed. I thought you would have heard us. Ah, captain, good morning to you." "Abraham Thorn," said Captain Ramsay, who, accom- panied by Nickstick and the wounded negro, had just joined us, "your intentions last night were too apparent, and I have suffered too many insults at your hands, to admit of my show- ing you any mercy now. As long as you conducted yourself quietly, you were tolerated in the Improvement, and your secret was safe with me ; but now the case is otherwise, and I WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. 259 have two things to offer you. Choose between them. You shall either be taken from this place and shot at once, or, in five days hence, I deliver you, a prisoner, into the keeping of the authorities at Little Golgotha, the nearest settlement. Speak!" At the commencement of this brief but stern address, the features of the squatter wore an expression of the greatest insolence and contempt; by degrees that expression changed to one of disappointed ferocity and revenge; and at length into one of the most abject fear. He knew the character of the man he had to deal with, and felt that dissimulation would be useless. His face grew deadly pale, and he implored the captain for the love of heaven not to carry his latter threat into execution. " On no account," cried the latter, warmly ; " I see that you have yet some embers of the man about you. You shall die the death of a soldier. Fling, load those two rifles quickly." The terrified squatter threw himself upon his knees at the feet of his stern judge. He howled for mercy. "Hear me!" he shrieked, raising his clasped hands with a look of most intense agony; "think of my wife think of my boys - think " "I have thought of them," returned the captain, with a calm smile, " and it appears they also have thought of you, for it is but a moment since one of them came to me, disclosed all your plans, and begged that, now you were caught, I would keep you fast. This is the fit state of a murderer and bully. Away, cowardly dog ! your very touch is pollution. I have said, and will do it." And, releasing himself from the grasp of the wretched Abraham, Captain Ramsay beckoned the trapper and myself to follow. "Must you shoot the squatter?" asked I. "No," replied he, bursting into a laugh; "a new idea has occurred to me; we will let him go." " As far as a good rifle will carry but no further," quickly interposed Fling; "would you have your throat cut?" " I will cut yours, if you interrupt me again," retorted the 260 WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. captain, taking the trapper playfully by the ear. "Listen. You and your friend the Blackfoot go and deposit yourselves with much ceremony in the canoe ; take your rifles ; take a day or two's provisions, and paddle away in the direction of Little Golgotha. When you are out of sight of Thorn's hut, however, strike for the opposite shore, and, instead of going down the river, carry your canoe up on the other side till you reach the last rapid, then launch for Round Island, and stay there at least eight-and-forty hours. Ask no questions, and leave the rest to me. Begone!" Fling and the Blackfoot whispered each other, and proposed that I should add myself to the party. " That interferes a little with my plans," said Captain Ram- say ; " but no matter, the scenery is fine ; be it so, and mind you bring me a fat buck." Our arrangements were soon made. A few strips of dried venison and bear's-meat were put into the canoe, as well as a hatchet, a tent, a set of paddles, a fox-skin pouch, and our three rifles. We then waved our hands, and pushed from shore. The squatter's sons witnessed our embarkation, and it was evident that they were drawing their own inferences from it. The door of the hut was opened and closed sundry times, and the whole party appeared to be in motion. We were delayed a few minutes by the trapper, who sprung ashore to speak with Hummingbird ; at length we were fairly afloat, and shot rapidly away with the stream. " Hugh !" cried Nickstick, nodding his head to Fling; "one two three ! " " True, boy," replied the trapper; "to cover, quick!" I turned, and, glancing through the foliage, saw the three sons of Abraham Thorn in hot pursuit of us. Nickstick seized his rifle. " No, no," cried Fling; " follow me, both." He leaped to land, and, dragging the canoe after us, we hid it and ourselves in the forest. The speed to which the young squatters had urged their little craft, appeared to make the river almost emit fire. They passed the spot of our conceal- WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. 261 ment, paused, and held a consultation ; then gazed at the shore, as though they doubted that we could have proceeded beyond the spot; and finally darted away once more down the river. We saw them pause a second time, and, standing upright, send a glance down into the distance. In another moment a clurnp of larch hid the party from our sight, and we commenced the portage to the rapids above. This portage was an extremely laborious one. We had a deep ravine to cross, the sides of which were, in places, almost perpendicular. In ascending the rugged barrier, the Blackfoot chief lost his footing, and only saved himself by snatching at a projecting branch, to which both the trapper and I had already resorted for succour. By dint of much perseverance and ex- treme agility, however, we at length accomplished the ascent, and joyfully launched our canoe again, about half a mile above the Improvement; when, concealment being no longer neces- sary, we paddled carelessly up the stream, in the direction of that lonely island to which Captain Ramsay had instructed us to repair. It was nearly sundown when we reached this beautiful spot, and the sight of it instantly brought to my mind that sweet song of Moore's beginning, " O had we some bright little isle of our own." I quoted them to the trapper, and he commit- ted them from my dictation to the leaves of a memorandum- book, which he always carried about with him. Tom was by no means the ablest of scribes, and the process of copying down was protracted to a rather tedious length ; but it was at last effected, and he returned the memorandum-book to his pocket, with an air of the most profound satisfaction. Nickstick sur- veyed the operation, and laughed. "What is the matter, Blackfoot?" inquired the trapper, a little piqued. " Tink ebber read him?" asked the Indian, placidly. It was in vain that his friend strove to face out this well- timed sally, and we all laughed in concert. It was a notorious fact that the trapper was in the habit of taking capacious notes of matters that struck him, and was never able to de- 262 WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. cipher them afterwards. With the view of balancing the ac- count with Nickstick, therefore, Fling inquired if the Black- foot did not put me in rnind of Robinson Crusoe's man Friday, who \vas a notorious coward ? The Indian's cheek grew perfectly damask, and, putting his hand hastily to his belt, he said, "Injin no coward. Bear come out tree once 'tack Tom Fling. Injin turn squaw run away, eh ? " " No, rny good lad," returned the trapper, warmly, as he seized the Blackfoot's hand ; " you knocked the bear on the head, and saved my life at the risk of your own, like a gallant fellow as you are. I was but joking." " Good," replied Nickstick; "Injin and Tom Fling always brudders. S'pose make fire now j cook venison ; see fall to- morrow." This was seasonable advice, and we followed it. I seized the axe, and felled fuel; the Blackfoot pitched the tent, and strewed it with sapins; and Fling, producing the provision- bag, cut some twigs to toast the venison on. " I shouldn't at all wonder now," said the trapper, as he thrust three of these sticks into the ground, and curved them over the flames " I shouldn't at all wonder if you were some day to write a book, and put the Blackfoot and me in it. Ha, ha, ha! what a figure I should cut in a book!" The report of a rifle, within a yard of my head, caused me to look round. Nickstick was lying flat on his face; the next moment he was in the Madwaska, striking out towards a noble buck which he had wounded. There was a short struggle; the water grew crimson; and the Indian returned, towing the carcass of the deer after him. " A very neat piece of work indeed," said Fling, eyeing the prize approvingly. "Look at this, friend Log; the redskin has nearly severed the head from the body with that single stroke of his knife, Was it not a scientific cut?" " Very," said I, passing my hand involuntarily over my own throat ; " he beats the Saracens." " I would back him against Saladin himself," returned the WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. 263 trapper, anxious to display his historical lore. " By the by, have you read Scott's 'Talisman'?" "Yes, when I was a boy; but you surprise me. Pray have you a circulating library in the backwoods here, and do you subscribe to it ? " " Yes." " Explain." " The captain." " Ah, I forgot ; he is an astonishing man ; but I thought you had little taste for study." "Oh, much. I have read everything, from Plato on the Immortality of the Soul, down to Swift's Tale of a Tub. The captain and I translate Homer together." "And do you think Homer the prince of poets?" "Yes; but not a greater man than your Shakspere. There are but three books to my thinking the Bible, the Iliad, and the Plays. How that Blackfoot does eat, to be sure! Do you know, I have seen him and Poll Crake get through the haunch of a buck between them." " Fast for half week bring berry good appetite," said the Indian, laughing musically. " Injin and nigger eat one haunch good ; capin and Tom Fling eat oder, and two shoulders. See ! long stomach I " and the chief made a feint of measuring the trapper's gastronomic capacity with his toma- hawk ; a piece of jocularity which threw us all into another fit of merriment. A long silence succeeded. Nickstick had picked up my rifle, and lay indolently examining it ; the trapper sat with his arms folded, gazing pensively at the fire he was evidently at the castle by the side of Hummingbird ; while I, leaning my back blissfully against a huge cedar, watched the sun set gloriously over the bison prairies of the west, though my thoughts were wandering far away over the green forests, and the blue deep beyond them. The Indian was the first to renew the conversation. On the stock of my rifle was a small silver plate, with my name engraven upon it. This had not before met his eye. Had 264 WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. the object, instead of a little strip of metal, been the jewel that glittered in the hilt of Bonaparte's sword, it could not have afforded the unsophisticated chief more delight. " How near to the eye of a moose, standing on yonder bank, could you put a bullet, with that fusee of yours?" asked Fling, rousing himself with an effort. " Within an inch, perhaps," said I, sensible of my inferiority as a sharpshooter. " Could you hit a dollar at eighty paces?" " I think so." " You shall try, and I will hold it." " And if I miss, you lose your hand, or your head." " Very good ; let the Blackfoot hold it then," said Tom, com- fortably. Nickstick nodded, cut a twig of four inches in length, placed a dollar in the cleft of it, and marched away over the island to the distance specified. "How much powder is there?" asked the trapper, watching the operation of loading. I had drawn the old charge, and was substituting a fresh one. " Twelve grains ; but, as there is an extra thirty yards, I shall make it thirteen." " And I should advise you to try the second sight, for I see you have three." " No, I shall aim for the top rim of the piece, and the ball will be true for the centre. Lend me your shoulder." "What is the matter?" demanded he, finding me still hesi- tate. " You breathed, and had I fired, the chief would have lost his ear. Ah, I have missed!" "You will do better without a rest. See, Nickstick is signal- ling that the bullet grazed the lower rim." " Then fourteen grains will exactly do it." There was a sharp ring, and the dollar was gone. This was a very ordinary display of skill; any Indian boy or girl, of nine years of age, could have done better. I little suspected what was to be the sequel to the perfor- WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. 265 mance. Nickstick walked quietly back to us, drew his toma- hawk from his belt, felt the edge of it, and said, "Heap-of- hair (for so he often called me) try him skill; berry good; Injin try now." The trapper gave a long shrill whistle. " I hardly expected this," said he, in an under- tone to me ; " your courage will be put to the proof, I can tell you." " What is he going to do," said I; " tomahawk me?" " Yes, if you stir hand or foot, or so much as wink your eye. Keep cool; I have twice gone through the same thing. The Blackfoot warriors often plague their prisoners in this way." Nickstick, without speaking again, took my arm, and placed me with my back to a stout tamarack; surveyed me; put my head erect; made me fold my arms; and then, walking gravely away to a distance of about thirty yards, faced about. " If his foot slips, you will have your cheek laid bare, or your skull split open," cried the trapper; " put a good face on it; you have no idea how well you look there! Don't laugh keep your visage as narrow as possible." I was not left longer in suspense. Nickstick gave an appal- ling whoop, flourished his tomahawk, and the next moment the cold steel rested against my right cheek. It was buried to the eye in the tree. I wrenched it out, and returned it to the chief, who smiled, and said he had hoped to frighten me. I did not tell him how effectually he had done so. HEAP THE FORTY-SIXTH. The trapper and Blackfoot had been long abroad when I awoke the next morning. They had shot another deer, and were dragging it up the beach. Tom had important news for me. A canoe, paddled by a red man and his squaw, had passed them a few minutes previously. He said that it was the first time he had encountered any human creature in those wilds; and the circumstance was the subject of much surprise and conjee- 266 WHITTLINGS FKOM THE WEST. turs. The probability was, that the stranger pair belonged to a tribe settled a great distance north of the Madwaska, and were on their way down to the settlements. "Did you speak with them?" I asked. "No, i'faith," said Fling; "luckily they did not see us; the captain is not anxious to form any new acquaintances. Come, we will take a survey of the island presently; let us now to breakfast." Thus saying, we threw ourselves down in front of the roar- ing fire I had prepared, and despatched our frugal meal, which consisted of juicy venison-steak, and some excellent bread, of the fair Hummingbird's own baking. Our repast finished, Fling shouldered his rifle, and led the way over Round Island, whose beauties he certainly had not exaggerated. A lovelier spot I never beheld. Although en- tirely indebted to Nature for all its charms, it wore an appear- ance of having been laid out as a pleasure-ground; there was miniature hill, valley, rock, and glen; and, on one of its sides, the most exquisite little bay imaginable. Here and there, too, as we strolled along, a break in the forest foliage would afford us a glimpse of the sleeping river, which, lit up by the morning sun, looked like a stream of liquid gold. It was near one of these beautiful openings, which commanded a view of the Mad- waska and its opposite shores, that the trapper paused, and proposed to rest awhile. I willingly acquiesced, for I was glad of an opportunity of feasting my gaze upon the scenery. When I turned to make some observation to the trapper, however, he was nowhere to be seen ; nor was Nickstick. Under the sup- position that they were about to play me some trick, I sprang to my feet, and began to search for the place of their conceal- ment. Close behind me stood a high, cavernous rock, but the entrance was so dark, that I was obliged to grope my way in very cautiously. I then sprinkled a few grains of gunpowder, in the form of a train, along the ground, and fired it with my rifle. In a moment the whole cave was illuminated, and at the further extremity I caught a glimpse of two tall figures ; but there was a broad chasm between us, and my only method WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. 267 of crossing it seemed to be by means of a horrible ledge, which was not more than eight inches in width, and offered but a precarious footing. I had just time to see this, then all became darkness again, and I heard my two friends laugh. " Come on," said the trapper, banteringly. "I am coming," returned I, not willing to be outdone in dexterity ; and once more I resorted to my hands and knees. " Stay," shouted he, quickly, " there is but one way of doing it;" and I heard him knock something against the rock. The cavern again became illuminated, but by a light so glaring that I was obliged to cover my eyes. " Be ready," said Tom, " this will not last above a minute. Go back a few paces, to gather an impetus, then run right along ; you will not have time to fall ; don't iix your eyes on the ledge look straight at me." I did as I was desired, made six or eight quick steps, and came with great violence against the opposite side of the cavern. The light had deceived me as to the distance. "Are you hurt?" asked the trapper. " You have managed it very cleverly; keep this way ah, the portfire is exhausted;" and once more we were in utter darkness. " What think you of our cave ?" said Fling ; " I believe the merit of its discovery, if there be any, rests with myself. In case of need such as being beset by Indians or Yankees we could all quit Butternut, and secret ourselves here. I defy the devil himself to cross that gulf in safety. We could pick them off as neatly as possible, and, even in the event of their crossing, there are two other caves branching away to the right and left, and the passes to them are so narrow, that two deter- mined fellows, with axes, might slay a hundred men, without receiving so much as a scratch in return. But I have no more blue lights, so, as we can't explore any further, let us get back. As soon as your eyes have got the better of the glare, you will see a faint ray of light, from outside, gleaming along the top of the ledge; this must guide you now. Be cautious!" "And whither does this frightful chasm lead?" asked I. 2G8 WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. "To the infernal regions, for aught I know," replied the trapper ; and he had crossed the dangerous ledge. Nickstick was the next. " No stop, thinkee," whispered he; "bad footing for feet; take plenty run;" and he was gone too. "Are you ready?" said the trapper, from the other side. " Do you see light upon the ledge ? keep straight along it, and you are safe ; take four steps off, and start with your right foot; mind, your right foot!" " Tell me the width of the gulf." " Full fourteen feet." " Then I will leap it clear the way!" I took a spring. I felt a severe pain in my right shoulder ; my brain grew dizzy; I seemed to be ploughing rapidly through water, and my senses left me. At least twenty minutes must have elapsed before I recovered them. The earnest and tremulous voice of the trapper was the first thing that roused me. " Where are you, and how?" cried the good-natured fellow. " Speak, and that quickly, or I shall break my neck in getting at you." " Here," replied I, with an attempt to laugh ; " my shoulder's broken, and my head too, I fancy, for the blood is flowing in torrents from my temple." " Bind your neck-handkerchief round it. Nickstick is tear- ing up the tent, and making it into a rope. Here he comes; tie it under your arms, and we will pull you up." I felt the rope touch my face, fastened it round my body, and got upon my feet, but slipped, and fell another yard, nearly dragging the Indian and trapper down upon me. Presently I found myself depending in air, and the loud breathing of rny two friends above told me how they were exerting themselves in my behalf. I grappled a projecting portion of rock, and found a place to rest my foot upon ; this was a relief to them, and shortly afterwards I was borne between the pair into the welcome light of day. My forehead was severely -cut, and my face and breast were covered with blood. Nickstick made a plaster of some bruised WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. 269 leaves, and applying it to my wound, bound a handkerchief over all, with a gentleness and skill that Avould have done credit to any young student at St Bartholomew's. Fling, meantime, raised my arm, and listened for a " crepitus." No crepitus was audible, so the limb was pronounced sound, and in its proper position. My shoulder was very painful, how- ever, and I remained a comparative cripple for several days. In the evening Nickstick removed the leaf plaster he had applied to my shoulder, and substituted another. As he per- formed this friendly operation, I sat with my eyes fixed on the opposite shore of the river, I had twice caught a glimpse of an object stealing along the bank. The young chief marked the earnest expression of my features, and bent his own glance in the same direction. " Tink him see something?" said Nickstick, stretching his hand slowly towards his rifle, which leaned against a tree hard by. " Yes, look yonder ! it may be the stump of a rotten pine, but it is very like a bear." The Blackfoot muttered his wonted " Hugh," and running towards the canoe, seized a paddle. Fling joining him, snatched up another, and away they dashed, leaving a streak of foam in their wake like the tail of a shooting star. The bear, how- ever, had scented us, and began to make off. Crack ! Crack ! went the two firelocks of the young backwoodsmen, and a long, deep growl proclaimed the success of the volley. The impe- tuous trapper did not wait for the canoe to touch land, but leaped out into the stream, and scrambled up the river's bank, re-loading his piece as he went. His comrade was not a whit less nimble, and together, pursuers and pursued, with an odd intermixture of whoop, bellow, and crashing of pine branches, buried themselves in the forest. In about twenty minutes the hunters re-appeared, carrying the carcass of the bear (which was a young one) between them. " I would give a trifle to have killed that bear," said I, as the canoe, laden with the spoil, struck the pebbles at my feet. 270 WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. " He is yours," quickly returned Fling, " to do what you please with. Blackfoot, you hear?" " Good," said the chief; " plenty of bears for Injin." " Ay, but I can't accept him, my friends." " Ah, I see," cried Nickstick, with an intelligent look ; " wanted skin to stuff, and put glass eye in, like capin, and stick up in wigwam in old country, to please squaw. S'pose him point at it, den pat head of little papoose, and say, ' Massa fader shoot dot bear!' berry good guess eh?" " Yes, that's it," replied I, as the trapper and I awoke the echoes with our mirth. "Much sorry, den, no kill dat bear," muttered the chief; " neber mind, see nodder'in two, tree day kill him;" and with this assurance, the Blackfoot began to skin and cut up his prize. HEAP THE FORTY-SEVENTH. No event worthy of record occurred on our journey back to the Improvement. We killed no more deer, and saw no more bears, nor did we overtake or meet with the red man and his squaw who passed down the river the morning after we reached Round Island. It was sundown when we shot the rapids above Butternut, and stepped ashore. The gate of the palisades, much to our surprise, was open, and so was the entrance to the castle. The captain's dog, Diver, was the first to welcome us; he thrust his nose into each of our hands by turn, and then bounded away to report our arrival. We were soon met by the captain himself, Hummingbird, Tvvobears, and Poll Crake, who gave us joyful greeting, and expressed themselves anxious to hear how we had contrived to pass the two days of our sojourn at Eound Island. "And you have encountered no strange faces on your travels, I suppose?" inquired the captain, as soon as Tom Fling had recounted our adventures. WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. 271 No yes ; by the by, I had nearly forgotten the circum- stance two redskins, a chief and his squaw, who paddled by us the morning after we left you; they did not see us, how- ever, and evidently were bound for the settlements." Captain Ramsay looked concerned, and reaching down a large map, examined it attentively. " But what of Abraham?" said the trapper; " come, we are anxious to hear." " The highwayman and his sons are gone, and their hut is in ashes," replied Twobears, who had quite recovered from the effects of his wound. " We shall never see him or them again. They left their kind compliments for you all, and regretted their inability to take an affectionate leave of each in person." " Let us have the whole of the particulars, if you please," said Fling, sitting down, and taking the hand of Humming- bird in a sly and secret manner ; " and do not be so lavish of your flowers of speech. You quite bewilder the chief here, who looks as unconcerned as an old pine stump, though he is by far the most curious of the three. Now." "No hut no Abraham no squaw no papooses," said Nickstick, quietly ; " good ; capin clear eye wise head?" "The Blackfoot is right," said Twobears; "listen. The moment you stepped into the canoe that day, and paddled off down the river, three of Thorn's sons, supposing (as we wished and expected them to do) that you were bound for the settle- ments, and meant to bring a party back, gave chase, and, had they got up with you, ten to one but there would have been a great waste of gunpowder and lead. By and by, their search proving unsuccessful, they came back in a fury, and tried to chop a way through the palisades. The were so fierce and persevering, indeed, in the effort, that we were obliged to sally out upon them, and Sapins was seriously wounded in the struggle. They then beat a retreat, and kept on the watch, hoping that some of us would expose ourselves at the loops, or about the logs in front but we knew better. The next day they grew civil, and came with a white handkerchief tied to a ramrod, as a signal for a parley. They leaned their rifles 272 WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. against a tree, and walked right up to the palisade-gate. The captain and Poll Crake went out to meet them. Peter, the tallest of the squatter's sons, said, that, providing Abraham were released, they would forget their wounds, abandon their hut, and quit the Improvement for ever. To this seductive proposition the captain replied, by observing that, as they had already broken faith so often, he could put no confidence in any- thing they said, and in two days their father would be delivered into the hands of the government-officers, who were now on their way up from Little Golgotha for the purpose of effecting his arrest. At the close of this intimation the three squatters indignantly tore up their flag, and began to move away in the direction of the hut; but the moment the captain's back was turned, they ran to the spot where they had left their rifles. Suspecting treachery, I shouted, to put my father on his guard. It was too late, and a bullet grazed his side. The hunchback, hearing the noise, limped out from the hut, and, sinking upon one knee, was just in the act of levelling his fusee, when I seized mine, and drove a ball right through his brain. His three brothers jumped nimbly into cover, and we saw no more of them. Night having come, according to previous agree- ment between the captain and Poll Crake, the negro, as if by oversight, left the highwayman for a while, and dropped a rope within his reach. The next minute we heard Abraham fall from the window to the ground beneath, and afterwards tumble over the palisade, and rush along the clearing. The morning after, the squatter and his whole party were gone, and by this time, anticipating pursuit, are perhaps a hundred miles distant in the wilderness. Aliens ! you are hungry, and supper smokes on the board I" HEAP THE FORTY-EIGHTH. As yet I had seen comparatively nothing of Butternut and the surrounding country; but every impediment to such pe- WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. 273 rambulations being now removed, the captain took me the round of his Improvement, and appeared very much to enjoy the surprise and delight I manifested upon witnessing so many proofs of his skill and perseverance. " This is all the work of Twobears, Poll Crake, and myself," said he. "We were five years in completing the castle; another in erecting this shed and the barn whose ruins you see yonder; another in fixing the palisades; and upwards of ten more in effecting the necessary clearings, and cultivating the patches of land that are visible around you. I made a resolution, when I first arrived here, to fell a certain number of trees daily, and perform a proper portion of other useful work. None of us have been idle, and these are the fruits of our labours. But you seem curious what puzzles you?" " I can understand all that you have told me," said I, " but am at a loss to guess whence you procured your horses, and oxen, and sheep. You could not drive cattle through a forest, and it is absurd to suppose you could have brought them hither in a canoe." "And yet the canoe brought them all, when they were no bigger than Diver there. They have multiplied but slowly, however, and Thorn has lately killed three of my finest bulls. You shall back that spirited bay mare to-morrow, and Nick- stick and Fling shall show you some diversion. But they are wild fellows when mounted, and, if the Blackfoot takes the lead, I fear your neck will be in jeopardy. Heyday ! what is that floating down the river?" " A canoe," cried Twobears, shading his eyes from the sun. " A stick of timber from the rapids above, more likely," said the trapper. " Can it be one of our own canoes got adrift?" asked the captain. As we were speaking, the notes of a bugle resounded through the woods. It was a signal from Butternut, and thither, with some curiosity depicted in our features, we all returned. There had been two arrivals during our absence the s 274 WIIITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. Indian and his squaw, the identical pair whom Fling, the Blackfoot, and I had encountered up at Round Island. They were sitting close together upon the captain's favourite couch, and looking about them with an air of suppressed wonder and gratification. " The red man and his wife are welcome," said Captain Ramsay, taking each of them by the hand. "They have come a long way, and would eat venison with their white brethren. Is it so?" "Hugh!" said the Indian; " Yellowblankethas not seen the faces of pale people for three winters. He has been hunting upon the lakes above, and is going to the settlements to sell his skins. The Greyhair will give Bluebead a, night's lodging, and, if he has any skins to part with, Yellowblanket will buy them." "Why has the Yellowblanket stained his face, and called him- self a red-skin ?" asked Nickstick, suddenly, in broken French. The eye of the stranger gleamed with hideous ferocity, as he replied, " I have spoken Yellowblanket does not lie." "He does!" retorted the young chief, angrily. "Are Indians half one colour and half another, like a woodpecker?" The eyes of the pretended red-skin fell under the gaze which this altercation immediately drew upon him, and he spoke a word cr two to his squaw, who darted a tiger-like glance at the Blackfoot. " Come, let us be friends," interposed the captain, as Poll Crake brought in some refreshments for the disconcerted pair. "Eat, and let no bitter words pass between us. Hand out the rum bottle, Poll; we must make amends for this breach of hospitality." Yellowblanket, who was eating the venison without the aid of a fork, instantly desisted from that occupation when he heard the word "rum," and his eyes gleamed again, though with a far different expression from the one they had before assumed. He tossed off the proffered liquor with great eager- ness, and then filled again for his squaw, who signalled for more. WHITTLINGS FKOM THE WEST. 275 "No, no; not now by and by," said Captain Ramsay; and Bluebead, nodding her head pleasantly, echoed, " Good by urn by." The captain then took me by the arm, and together we left the room, leaving the trapper and Hummingbird to per- form the honours of the table. Upon our return, we found the rum bottle quite empty. "Fling, you are much to blame for this," cried the captain, with a little irritability; then, in spite of his choler, he sat down and laughed, for the eyes of the red man and his wife were fixed upon vacancy, and they were both making ludicrous efforts to maintain an upright position upon their seats. After a few ineffectual struggles of this nature, the pair measured their lengths upon the floor, and Mr Crake, with many grins, dragged them out by the heels. They slept till an early hour the next morning, and left the Improvement before daybreak. A few hours after they had taken their departure, and just as Nickstick, the trapper, and I were about to mount our horses, Poll Crake ran to us, and, pointing. into the forest, said that he had seen a wolf prowling about, a minute previously, within a hundred yards of where we stood; so we darted back into the castle for our rifles. I could not find mine, and the silver powder-flask Twobears had lent me was missing. Every likely spot was searched and re-searched, but still the rifle and flask were not forthcoming. "My rifle! my English rifle!" cried I, running hither and thither frantically. "My flask! my silver powder-flask!" shouted Twobears; " where is it? what has become of it?" " Ah, I see it all t" said I, biting my lip with rage. " Yellow- blanket has them both." I snatched a brace of loaded pistols from a side-table, and rushed down to the canoe. The canoe was gone also. She had been scuttled. There was another in the castle, and I went for it, but met Nickstick with it on his head. Twobears came running after, with a pair of paddles, a hatchet, and the tinder- pouch, and, launching quickly, away we dashed in the direction 276 WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. of Little Golgotha. The captain stood laughing upon the bank, calling out that a stern chase was a long chase, and shak- ing his grey head in a manner that irritated us exceedingly. " Take your time ! take your time, friend Log," cried Two- bears; " we shall pounce upon them before sundown. Yonder red-skin will not hurry himself the rascal thinks we have only one canoe, and doesn't calculate on a pursuit." " If they once take to the woods," said I, " we may hunt for them till doomsday." " No, no; they will keep to the river, depend on it; they are too heavily laden with skins to make more portages than are absolutely necessary. Besides, their canoe is large, and cannot be carried without a great deal of trouble, nor will a handful of leaves hide it. We shall catch them presently, be sure. What say you, Nickstick?" The Blackfoot nodded his head appreciatingly, and fixed his eye upon the shore. There was the print of a footstep upon the sand, and we paused to examine it. " Have they taken to the woods, then, after all ?" asked Two- bears of the chief. "No," said Nickstick. " See !" and he showed us another mark, which had evidently been produced by the point of Yellowblanket's paddle, as he pushed off again into the stream ; but we continued to bend watchful eyes upon the shore on either side of us, in expectation of finding the spot on which the red man and his wife had kindled a fire, and cooked their breakfast. At length, however, the banks of the river became compara- tively fiat and barren ; and, as there was no probability of Yellowblanket's having paused where there was no cover, we pushed rapidly forward until the woods once more sloped down to the very water's edge. "Hugh!" cried Nickstick. "How long have they been gone from here, think you?" asked Twobears, as we all three jumped ashore. " One hour likely two hour more likely," replied the Indian, laying the back of his hand upon the heap of ashes, which were still warm. WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. 277 Again we saw the print of the paddle-point, and again we eagerly renewed the chase. At sundown, we came to one of those dangerous rapids in which some parts of the Madwaska abound, and the canoe took a leap that would have done no discredit to a flying deer. It was so sudden and swift, that the young hunter, Nickstick, and I were all dashed violently against each other, and, for a mo- ment or two, stood in some jeopardy of our lives. But, thanks to the dexterity of Nickstick, the little bark quickly righted again, and we slid smoothly away into the still water below. " Don't tell me that Yellowblanket, with his big canoe and heavy load of skins, had the impudence to face that shute," cried Twobears, looking back with a flushed cheek. " You are too rash, chief; we should have made a portage." "Hugh!" exclaimed Nickstick, As he spoke, we rounded a little green promontory; but, be- fore I had time to send a glance down into the distance beyond, the young chief had brought the head of our frail bark to land, and, leaping nimbly out, beckoned me to follow him. I obeyed with alacrity, and in silence. "What is it, boy?" inquired Twobears; "I saw nothing." " Smell nothing, eh?" asked Nickstick, making a queer noise with his nostrils. " He! he!" " He is right; there is smoke in the wind," said the hunter; and then (or it was fancy) / smelt smoke also. We concealed the canoe among the overhanging bushes, and, the Blackfoot having taken the lead, crawled slowly after him through the forest. Presently we heard the crackling of twigs and the sound of voices. The red man and his wife were at hand. Nickstick and Twobears threw themselves on their faces, and I imitated their example. Yellowblanket and Bluebead had j ust despatched their evening meal. The former had begun to smoke a tomahawk pipe, and the latter was sitting in a very unpicturesque attitude, with her head between her hands. We stole noiselessly on, and seated ourselves so closely behind them, that I could have laid my finger upon the red man's shoulder. He continued to smoke and gaze unsuspiciously upon the river; 278 WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. now and then addressing a word to his squaw, and indulging in a little musical laugh, the purport of which I did not clearly comprehend. Tvvobears looked at Nickstick, and nodded. "Hugh!" muttered the Blackfoot. Yellowblanket turned his head quickly. For a moment he was speechless; then, recovering his presence of mind, and without in any way altering his position, he said, " It is well. I am glad. Yellowblanket ate venison with the Greyhair, and now the Greyhair's sons would eat venison with Yellow- blanket." " Our friend has two faces," replied Nickstick, with a search- ing glance; " why did he steal the pale man's fusee from the wigwam of the white chief?" The eyes of the Indian opened with admirably counterfeited surprise, and he said, " My young brother talks in riddles, let him speak what all can understand." " Dog of a red-skin, then," shouted Twobears, springing to his feet, and cocking his pistol, " give back the rifle and pow- der-flask." " Is Yellowblanket a thief? does he lie ? " " Go and ransack their canoe, boy," cried Twobears to Nickstick. " Bundle all their skins into the water we have not come here to bandy words." The expressive features of Yellowblanket underwent a change, and he glanced uneasily at Bluebead. " There it is," said I, suddenly, " the squaw is sitting on it I can see the form of the stock under the blanket;" and, bounding forward, I drew the missing weapon to light. " So much for the fusee," said Twobears ; " now for the powder-flask." Bluebead exchanged another look with her husband, then glanced at Nickstick, and the depredations he was about to commit among their property, and at length produced the coveted bauble from her bosom. "There is something else; I can read it in the villain's eye," cried Twobears; "but never mind. Allons! we have despatched our errand." WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. 279 Nickstick replaced the contents of the canoe; leaped to our side ; and merrily re-embarking, we turned our faces towards Butternut. HEAP THE FORTY-NINTH. The night being far advanced, before we had proceeded three leagues on our homeward course, we found it necessary to camp. We did not arrive at the castle, therefore, until the next evening. The captain received us with a pleasant smile and rather sceptical air, which evidently implied that he be- lieved the journey to have been made to no purpose; and he was proportionately gratified when he learned that we had been successful in recovering our missing property. He then in- formed us, with a fit of laughter, that, in addition to the other articles, Yellow blanket had purloined an old regimental jacket, a brazen dog-collar, a pair of boots, and a faded water-colour portrait of his Grace the Duke of Wellington. "But n'irn- porte," cried the merry veteran, "you have recovered your rifle, and I am quite satisfied to be the sole loser on the occa- sion. Let us not, however, do the Indian race the injustice of supposing that Yellowblanket was a true red- skin, who would not stoop to a theft: the cunning varlet was most probably a French trader, who had disgraced himself in some way, and been compelled to fly into the woods. Come, you have inter- rupted our festivities. Twobears, take your banjo, and sing for us. Fling and Hummingbird have done their parts already." Twobears took a queer-looking instrument, something re- sembling a fat battledore, from a corner, passed his fingers once or twice over the strings, and, calling up a pensive expres- sion of countenance, warbled the following plaintive ditty: Where art thou now, Fanny? where dost thou stray? Dost thou think upon him who is far, far away? Though another, a dearer, that bosom should fill, heave a soft sigh to my memory still ! 280 WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. When we parted, how sad was your effort to smile: And how strangely your little hand trembled the while ! When you bade me adieu, there was grief in the tone, And I saw that your heart was as full as my own ! Light, light be that heart, Fanny; sunny that brow; And your bosom still trusting and artless as now; May it never by pain or by sorrow be wrung, And its hopes be as gay as the songs that you sung ! Do you ever look back to that calm summer's night, When we wander'd along in the mellow moonlight, And the peaceful Mohawk roll'd as silently by As the tear I have sometimes seen fall from your eye 1 ? Where art thou now, Fanny 1 ? where dost thou stray] Dost thou think upon him who is far, far away 1 Though another, a dearer, thy bosom should fill, heave a soft sigh to my memory still ! " I know the air, for it is one of my own composition ; but pray what words are these?" asked the captain, the moment the song had come to a close : " I have not heard them before, Twobears." "I must refer you to our friend Log, here," replied the hunter, replacing the banjo in the corner, with much gravity. " They were composed expressly for myself, and are only to be sung upon extraordinary occasions." " Ah, then I have a task here that will be quite to your taste," said the captain, producing an old manuscript music-book, and rattling over the leaves impatiently. " I want some words ar- ranged to this air. But stay, can you read this?" "Not a note of it," said I; for to me these words had been addressed. "Humph, that is a pity; well, never mind, you understand time, I suppose?" I shook my head. " Well it can't be helped. See, that is a semibreve, and you count four to it; that is a minim, and you count two; that is a crotchet, and you count one. One semibreve equals two minims and four crotchets. Very good; then there are quavers, and semiquavers, and demi- semiquavers. A quaver is half the length of a crotchet, and twice the length of a semiquaver; while one semiquaver is WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. 281 equal to two demisemiquavers; consequently, as there are two semiquavers to a quaver, and two quavers to a crotchet, two crotchets to a minim, and two minims to a semibreve, one semibreve must equal thirty-two demisemiquavers; must it not? Do you comprehend this?" "Oh! perfectly." " Good; now, what is that?" " A crotchet." "No, that is a minim never mind, what is that?" "A minim." " No, that is a crotchet." "Oh!" "And what is the next?" " A semibreve." " No, a quaver n'importe, try and point out a semiquaver." " There." " Oh dear, no, that is nothing at all, a mere rest;" and here there was such a burst of merriment from the whole party, who were looking over my shoulder, that the good-natured captain, though he looked angry at first, was obliged to sit down and add his own merriment to the rest; and it was eventually ar- ranged, that, as I did not bid fair to prove a very promising pupil, I was to be supplied with a verse of the same measure with that which the captain required, and compose something that would contain a similar number of feet and accents. ####### " Come, the horses are waiting for us," cried Fling, as he overtook me in the forest the next day. " We will have a grand scamper through the woods, and 'up to the Little Bear Lake." Nickstick was already mounted, and a more picturesque horseman I never beheld. He had a scarlet handkerchief bound round his head, and two or three eagle's feathers stuck cross- wise through his shining scalplock. I had donned a closely- fitting cloth cap for the occasion; but Hummingbird bade me remove it, and speedily substituted a similar ornament to that which decorated the brow of the chief. The trapper and I 282 WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. then leaped to the backs of our steeds, and, Nickstick taking the lead, away we went. About fifty yards in advance stood an old decayed tree, one of whose gigantic arms stretched right across the path we were about to pursue. The top of the branch was about six feet from the ground, and I expected to see Nickstick go"to one side of so formidable an impediment to our procedure. Not so ; he cleared it with perfect ease, and I soon found myself and horse flying over also. The captain and Hummingbird, who had waited for the purpose of witnessing this exhibition of equestrian agility, then waved their hands to us, and were lost to our sight. Our way, for some distance, lay direct through the forest, along a narrow sort of alley, which (the occasional occupation of nearly fifteen years) had been hewn through it by the indefatigable captain, Twobears, and Poll Crake. This path brought us to an extent of wild barren land, something re- sembling afire-swept prairie; after crossing which, we again picked our way through a patch of forest (our horses jumping cleverly over fallen trees and every other obstacle), and found ourselves in a rocky glen, that appeared at some distant day to have been the bed of a small river. The bones of several large deer were scattered about, and Nickstick, with a grim smile, pointed to the skull of a wolf, which had most probably fallen a prey to some of his own party. The road along this ravine was so rugged that we were compelled to dismount. At length we arrived at the foot of a commanding hill, from whose top we obtained a sublime view of the surrounding country. The Little Bear Lake, our destination, lay just beneath us. " Do you not breathe with greater freedom, and does not your heart beat more proudly, to know that you are gazing over a soil which has never been polluted by the tread of human feet?" asked the trapper, with his nostril dilating like that of some proud war-horse that smelt the battle, and his dark curls sporting in the fresh mountain air. " How can men herd together in cities, when, like children of nature, it WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. 283 is in their power to enjoy the wild delights of a paradise like this?" We descended the hill, tethered our steeds to some adjacent saplings, and walked leisurely down to the shore of the smooth sheet of water before us. It reminded me strongly of Lake St Charles, near Lorette, though the banks that overhang the latter are far less precipitous and picturesque. We sat our- selves down upon a little knoll of soft turf; there was an instant commotion among a group of weeds that waved over the liquid mirror beneath us, and the golden armour of some fresh-water leviathan flashed in the mellow sunlight. The bosom of the lake appeared to heave, and the little waves, running up, almost kissed our feet. We remained more than an hour to feast our gaze upon the tranquil beauties of the scene; then, taking each his horse by the bridle, began to move back in the direction of Butternut. " What is that?" I asked, pointing to a little green mound of earth at a short distance from us. The trapper paused, and surveyed it attentively. Nick- stick looked at it also, and advancing slowly, motioned me to follow. " Is it not strange that neither you nor I should ever have seen this till now?" said Fling to the young chief. " What do you believe it to be? Ah, I understand. You think that there has one day been a great battle fought here, and the bones of slain warriors lie sleeping beneath." "Hugh!" replied Nickstick, retiring several yards, and folding his arms reverently upon his bosom; "their spirits hover near!" " Lead the horses on, boy," said the trapper, " and we will join ycu presently." "No!" responded Nickstick, guessing the other's intention, for he was anxious to satisfy his curiosity respecting the con- tents of the green hillock; "we are men, and not dogs, to harm the dead let the ashes of our buried fathers rest in peace. Nickstick has spoken;" and the young warrior placed himself resolutely between us and the sacred mound. 284 WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. The trapper, who had the spirit and impetuosity of a lion, and could not brook this quiet remonstrance, advanced with a determined air, and looking steadily in the face of the red youth, bade him move from the spot. Nickstick's dilating eye gave back the glance of disdain, and he still retained his position. The trapper released the bridle of his horse, and seized the Blackfoot by the shoulders. The latter as quickly retaliated, and for a few seconds the two young men glared upon each other with the ferocity of the deadliest foes. Fearful of the result, I released my own bridle quickly, and calling to the angry pair to desist from such folly, rushed between them. At the same moment I heard a wild neigh, and one of the horses dashed past me in the direction of Butternut; the two others were not slow in imitating his example, and the quick regular tramp of their retreating hoofs grew gradually fainter and fainter upon our ears. " This serves me right," cried the laughing trapper, offer- ing his hand good-humouredly to Nickstick, who as frankly received it. "I was wrong, boy; let the dead rest, and our quarrel with them. We must now find our way home on foot." ****** It was night when we reached the castle. The horses had found their way back; and the captain, Twobears, and Poll Crake, fearing that some calamity had overtaken our party, were just about to arm themselves and set out in quest of us. The slight cloud that had arisen between the trapper and Nick- stick was now quite dispersed; and the merry captain, by way of rendering himself agreeable, offered to take a base in the new melody to which I had been composing words. They ran thus: The mist was on Madwaska's lake, the forest leaves were still, And mute the merry mocking-bird, and mournful whip-poor-will, When 'mid the red-deer haunts I found your wigwam in the wild, And saw you first, dear Miami, a happy forest child ! Ah Miami ! My heart flies back to thee O'er the blue sea foam, To your backwood home, By the hollow hemlock-tree ! WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. 285 The squirrel eyed you as you sat, beside the river's brink, The chitmunk sported round you, the moose stole down to drink; And the timid musk-rat came to play among the scented reeds, While on the yellow mocassin you stitch'd the scarlet beads. Ah Miami, &c. Days that had seem'd too long till then, now roll'd too swiftly by; Our hearts were young and hopeful, and they had not learn 'd to sigh; We thought not of that bitter hour, which fate had yet in store, When we should part to meet, alas ! on this sad earth no more. Ah Miami, &c. Sweet Miami ! each hour some hope falls like a forest leaf; And. though my heart like all which feel lacks not its share of grief, 'Twould gladly know a double share, through many a coming year, To save your bosom one brief pang, or spare that eye a tear ! Ah Miami, &c. HEAP THE FIFTIETH. It would be tedious to myself, and perhaps productive of little interest to the reader, were I to recapitulate all that was said and done during the ensuing fortnight or three weeks of my stay at Butternut. I shall therefore forbear to comment on them further, than by just observing, that the time passed but too quickly and pleasantly to myself, and, to all appearance, with no less of happiness to those who so hospitably entertained me. The captain read aloud to us from his favourite authors, and occasionally joined us in hunting parties, of which he was the very life and soul ; the trapper quoted Homer and Shakspere, took copious notes of things that struck him, and monopolised the society of the fair Hummingbird, who meantime wrought me a pair of very handsome mocassins; Twobears talked of his Dulcinea on the banks of the Mohawk, seduced me into shooting- matches, in which he was pretty generally the victor ; and the Blackfoot led me in pursuit of bears, instructed me in the art of setting traps for wolves, and taught me to paddle a canoe 286 WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. and shoot rapids on scientific principles ; while the excellent Mr Crake waited on us all, prepared our pipes, cooked our ve- nison, cleaned our rifles, grinned at our jokes, and acquitted himself of every other duty in so clever and admirable a manner, that we pronounced him to be the very prince of black servants, and worth his weight, not in paltry gold, but in dia- monds of the purest water. Such continued to be the tenor of life at the castle until one sober evening towards the latter end of November. That beautiful season known as the Indian summer was just drawing to a close ; the forests were growing leafless and deserted ; the weather was getting cold, and we were sitting round a fine glowing wood-fire for the captain abhorred stoves rubbing our hands, and making ourselves as merry as the season of the year and our several circumstances would permit. Captain Ramsay had just gone out and come in again, resumed his tomahawk pipe, stirred the logs, and said, with a shrug of the shoulders, " A cold night ! the glass is falling rapidly we shall have snow ! " I sprang from my seat. " Snow ! " echoed I. My response was a prolonged stare and a general laugh, for I had dropped my pipe, and was looking perhaps more concerned than so simple an announcement appeared to warrant ; but I was re- flecting upon the impossibility of my getting back into the settlements, if I once allowed the snow to set in. " Yes, snow," reiterated the captain, twirling his long mous- tache. " Why not? we generally look for it about this time." "Then I am sorry to tell you," returned I, with a melan- choly sensation, "that I must be on my way back to Little Golgotha ; that is all, gentlemen." "Nonsense! stuff! bah! pooh!" was the cry. The Blackfoot was alone silent. He continued to smoke with much composure. " Have we quarrelled then, that you wish to leave us in such a hurry?" asked the captain. "You shall not go; we will pass the winter together." I saw that it was no time to waver. Anxious as I was to remain, and loath as I was to part from those to whom I was WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. 287 hourly growing more and more attached, I had formed my re- solution, and determined to adhere to it. "I must go," I repeated. "I have arranged to pass the winter in the settlements, and there are people there who will be on the look-out for me." " There will be time enough for that when the ice breaks up," said Twobears. " The ice seldom breaks up till the beginning of May, and I must be at Niagara in May, as I have to go south." " The snow may not set in for a month yet. There are winters which remain open till the end of December." "They are not to be trusted ; and, with the captain's per- mission, I will leave Butternut the day after to-morrow." The captain remained silent, and I never felt more compli- mented than at that identical moment, when, instead of reply- ing, he seized a small clump of moustache, and plucked it up by the roots, as one would serve a young tree. He never in- flicted this punishment upon himself but when he was seriously moved. " Could you not arrange to leave us to-night? " inquired the facetious trapper. " A mail-coach passes the door regularly at half-past ten, and I will send Poll Crake to secure you the box-seat." I was not sufficiently "cunning of fence" to parry this clever thrust, and, stealing presently from the room, and slipping through the palisades, I rambled into the forest, among the ruins of Abraham Thorn's hut. HEAP THE FIFTY-FIRST. The next day I began to prepare for my journey back to Little Golgotha ; and, as I was thrusting some articles into my knapsack, Twobears approached with some sheets of yellow paper in his hand. 288 WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. " These are for you," said he, " if you think them worthy of your acceptance. You have often, though perhaps not in words, expressed a curiosity to learn something of the captain's early career and adventures, and I have frequently read in your eye an earnest longing to learn why he should have sought a home in such a wilderness as this. Well, then, here is a document that will afford you all the information you seek. The original manuscript,' which is in his own hand- writing, becoming soiled and torn, I, a few years since, under- took to re-write it, but found the task a longer one than I bar- gained for, and gave it up in despair. You will find some ex- traordinary things in these pages, and they will serve to re- mind you of us when we are far apart. Put them away quickly, for I hear the captain's footfall, and there is no neces- sity for him to know anything of this transaction." I obeyed with alacrity, just as Captain Ramsay himself joined us. " You are inoculating the whole of us with this leavetaking mania," cried he : "here is Nickslick now talking of making a journey to his tribe among the Rocky Mountains. I should not wonder if Fling will be the next seized ;" and the irritated veteran passed his hand twice quickly backward and forward over his grey hair, a process which left it standing perfectly on end, and imparted an unusual ferocity to his fine features. " I suppose you have quite made up your mind to go to-morrow." "To-morrow," echoed I, "without fail." " Ah, very good;" and I was once more alone. The morrow came. The weather had continued to grow colder, and delay would have been dangerous. My knapsack and rifle, the foxskin pouch, the paddles, the axe, and other et ceteras, were put into the canoe, and I took my seat among them. Hummingbird, the captain, and Poll Crake stood upon the river's bank, to watch our departure. Nickstick stepped to my side, and with one powerful sweep of his pine-blade urged the obedient little craft into the stream. The trapper and Two- bears, who intended to accompany me a short distance, were already in another canoe, and leading the way. I looked back. WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. 289 Hummingbird kissed her hand to me, and the captain lifted his cap; then a bend in the river hid the two figures from my sight, and I had gazed my last upon them and Butternut. " I dare stake my head there will be no-snow for five weeks to come," said Fling, as the two canoes came together. " Have a care, brother, or we shall be broadside on to the rapid. Quick! what are you thinking about?" cried Two- bears. " Ah, it is too lute !" Down shot the two canoes into the sea of foam before us, but not with equal fortune. As Twobears had predicted, the trapper missed his mark, and struck upon a ledge of concealed rock. The canoe filled and sunk directly, and the two young men, being precipitated into the boiling caldron, were hurried helplessly down the stream. They were both excel- lent swimmers, however, and contrived to effect a landing in safety. " It seems we are not destined to accompany you further," said Twobears, when I had landed also; "your canoe will not carry more than two safely. Farewell ! Remember the Falls of La Chaudiere, and our first merry meeting." ** I shall not easily forget either," said I, wringing the ex- tended hand with an unfeigned heartiness. "Let us cut this melancholy business as short as possible," cried the trapper, with a quavering voice; "I am not fond of leavetakings in general." Each of us wrung the other's hand once more, Nickstick obeyed the hint I gave him, and he and I were alone in the wilderness. At sundown we lighted a fire, and camped for the night. Neither -of us felt very communicative, and little was said. Some snow fell towards morning, and we heard the howling of wolves. We kept alternate watch, and took particular care not to let the fire die out. The whole of the next day passed without giving birth to any extraordinary occurrence. Nickstick strove to be cheer- ful, but he frequently asked me the same questions twice, and sometimes we sat for hours without speaking a word. Toward T 290 WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. evening, as usual, we lighted a fire, pitched our tent, and ate our bread and bear's meat. "Why do you cast so many glances on yonder tree?" in- quired I of the Blackfoot, when the meal was concluded. " Is there anything more remarkable in that than in any of these others?" "No see dat mark?" asked the chief, as he led me to the hollow pine we had been surveying. " Use him eye ; what this, and this?" " The bark has been scratched; it looks like the mark of a claw." " Berry good; tink him old scratch, or young scratch ? Eh? why him laugh?" " Which do you think it is?" asked I, evasively. "Tink him bear; look ! know him in tree now; see plenty claw vp, no claw down; sure him in tree. Berry good, get him out soon," and Nickstick, seizing the axe, cut several huge notches in the old tree's trunk. This measure, however, being productive of no satisfactory result, we lighted a fire around the root of the pine, and endeavoured by that means to sednce the bear from his hiding-place. This attempt was a fruitless one also; and, after we had removed the blazing logs, Nick- Ftick climbed the tree, with the view of determining whether the animal were really there or not. He then made a signal for his fusee, and I threw my own, as the lighter of the two, into his hand. He put the muzzle of it down the hollow of the pine, and fired. The sharp crack of the piece reverberated through the forest, and, dislodged by the concussion of air among the branches, I heard several decayed twigs patter upon the leaf-strewn ground. Nickstick very coolly threw back the rifle, and desired me to re-load, when the chief repeated his dangerous experiment. Still the bear appeared not, and I put my ear to the bole of the pine. "Ah, what him 'ply to dat?" said Nickstick, noticing the act; "say him come out by um by? Berry good, wait till by um by;" and descending, he resumed his position by the fire. Gradually the sun sank below the horizon ; the sky grew WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. 291 golden; then blood-red; then brown; then night set in; and, wrapping a blanket round my head and shoulders, I stretched myself by the warm embers, and fell asleep. I was awakened suddenly by the chief, who thrust my rifle into my hand, and bade me follow him quickly. The fire had gone out, and the forest was wrapped in a profound darkness, but by degrees its outline became less indistinct, and I con- trived to keep my gaze fixed upon the dusky form of Nickstick, as it flitted rapidly along before me. Our path lay up a ravine, and along the stem of a fallen pine. The Blackfoot had gained the middle of the latter, and I was close at his heels, when the rotten timber crumbled away under our tread, and we were both precipitated into the torrent that roared beneath us. We were so fortunate as to escape with a mere wetting, but, by the time we had extricated ourselves, the bear had gone, and pur- suit was hopeless; so we returned sulkily to our quarters, and, rekindling the fire, spread our dripping garments before it, wrapped our blankets once more around us, and resumed our slumbers. It had been arranged that Nickstick should accompany me down the Madwaska as far as that memorable fork which had been the scene of my struggle with the half-breed Rattlesnake; but the events of the next morning enabled me to alter my plans, and dispense with the further assistance of my generous companion. In doubling a point of the river, much to the asto- nishment of both parties, we overtook a large canoe, which con- tained an Indian hunter and his wife. They were much such a pair as Yellowblanket and Bluebead. We shot abreast of them, and made signals of friendship. "Do you speak English?" asked I, addressing the red-skin. " Ver small some," returned he, coolly ; " parlez vous Fran- cais?" " Non," said I, unwilling to make a parade of my bad French. " Well, can't help; speak old-country talk, then, like Canada fader. Good for hear. Know him Canada fader in Montreal grey hair, wise head give poor Injun powder, lead, blanket, fusee, eberything, much as want." 292 WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. " Ah, then you have now an opportunity of obliging one of his sons. Will you take me to the river's lower fork, and set me ashore there?" " Yes, no 'ject to dat; got dollar about him, ha?" Nickstick drew out his tomahawk, and gave it an alarming twist. " O yes, I have dollars; how many shall I give you?" The red-skin paused a moment; then, with his keen eye fixed steadily upon my face, to learn how far it would be safe for his impudence to carry him, held up one finger, then another, then u third, then a fourth, and finally, smiling, opened his whole hand. "Five dollar," cried he. Nickstick gave his tomahawk another twirl, but didn't speak. " I see you are a rogue," said I; " I will give you two dollars, and no more." The bargain was struck, and we all stepped ashore, when my knapsack, rifle, &c., were transferred to the Indian's canoe, and the moment had now arrived for Nickstick and myself to bid each other farewell. lie told me that he was going to hunt awhile with his tribe, and should return to Butternut the en- suing summer, when he should hope to see me again. I re- plied, that there was little probability of our ever meeting more, unless he visited England. He then took my hand, pressed it to his heart, and presented me with his tomahawk. In return, I gave him my pistols, with which he appeared much delighted. My red friends now took their seats, desired me to do the same -^and I had looked my last upon Nickstick. More than an hour elapsed ere I opened my lips, and then I felt as though it would have been a relief to me if I could but have picked a quarrel with the red-skin and his squaw. " Of what tribe are you ?" asked I sharply of the former. " Two-mountains," was the reply. " By what name am I to know you ?" The red man pronounced a word of about seventeen syllables. I begged for an interpretation, and he said it meant " Smooth- water." " And your wife," pointing to the squaw ; "what is hername ?'' WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. 293 Another word of a similar length fell upon my tortured ear, and I begged for an interpretation of that also. " Woodpecker," was the response. Woodpecker was a yellow lady of about five feet in height, and four in breadth. I had never before seen so corpulent a personage. The more I looked at her, the more I won- dered. Smoothwater noted the consternation she occasioned me, and, supposing I was growing enamoured of her charms, said, " Berry fine squaw. Pale-faced squaw like dat? No." I heartily concurred in the sentiment, and, stretching myself out upon the buffalo robe that lay in the bottom of the canoe, fell into a sound sleep. I dreamed that I was once more at Butternut. The captain, Twobears, Hummingbird, Tom Fling, Nickstick, and Poll Crake, were sitting around me, and the dog Diver dosed at my feet. I was wakened by a shower of spray. The canoe had just shot a rapid. My thoughts dwelt upon the parting look Nickstick had given me, and the follow- ing lines linked themselves together in my brain: Were it for months, or even years, Which soon, though sadly, would roll by, Perhaps I might restrain the tears That mount unbidden to mine eye; For then the hope would yet remain That we might some day meet again; But no such hope may cheer our gloom No, from this moment to the tomb, We never more, my friend, my brother, May fondly gaze each on the other; No more through these wild forests roam, Which for awhile have been our home; No more you'll rest your head with me, At night, beneath the same green tree; Those hours are past, too few, too fleet, Too bright, too happy, and too sweet! I think upon them with regret, And would that we had never met. I love your clime, I love your race, Your noble mien, and swarthy face; And in that bosom, far from cold, I know there beats a heart as bold 294 WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. As ever yet throbb'd in the breast Of red-skinn'd warrior of the west A heart which bleeds, too, like my own, To think how thinn'd those tribes have grown Who once possessed, pure, undefiled, A land so wondrous fair and wild, Where forests bloom, and rivers run, Unmatched beneath yon glorious sun ! Sad was the day, sad was the hour, Sad, sad, beyond the feeble power Of pen to paint, or tongue to tell, When the first white man, skill'd too well, Fate-led the stormy ocean o'er, Set foot upon your peaceful shore ! No young light-hearted warrior bounds Through those once-happy hunting-grounds; No deer dash by; no rifles ring; No Indian maidens sit and sing. No; foot by foot, and day by day, You're driven from your homes away, Until faint, lorn, degenerate few There soon will not remain to you, Of all those lands so grasp'd and gone, Enough to spread your blankets on. Such were my thoughts, when, with a sigh, We parted that young chief and I . He to his tribe, far, far away, Where buffalo and Blackfeet stray, And I I did not know, nor heed: Where fate might bid, or fortune lead. HEAP THE FIFTY-SECOND. At sundown, according to backwood custom, we camped, kindled a fire, and partook of the usual evening meal. Wood- pecker, who had received this appellation in compliment to the dexterity she exhibited in the use of the axe, when fuel was required, ate prodigiously. Nor did I feel at all flattered upon the discovery that we were all three to sleep under the same tent; but, as a declension of this honour would have involved WHITTL1NGS FROM THE WEST. 295 my hosts in a great deal of what they would perhaps have con- sidered unnecessary trouble, there being no other tent, I thought it my duty to acquiesce. Woodpecker furnished me with no cause of complaint, and I awoke the next morning very much refreshed, and with an appetite fully calculated to do justice to the excellent breakfast she had prepared for me. About noon the same day, we arrived upon my old camping ground at the river's fork. Smoke was curling up among the trees, and we stepped into a circle of seven or eight picturesque- looking Indians, of whom iny friend Smoothwater appeared to be the chief. Among the rest, much to my surprise, I saw Yellowblanket and Bluebead. They both started when their glance fell upon me, but betrayed no further disposition to acknowledge the acquaintance. I did not expect him to do so, as I felt sure that he was a little sore upon the subject of the rifle, toward which his eye once or twice roved, with an eager and covetous look. " Yellowblanket has a short memory," said I, rather irritated by the red man's impertinence. '** Why does he put a lie into his face, and pretend that the young Englishman and he have never met before ? Where are the long black leggings, and the scarlet jacket, and the brass dog-collar, and the picture that he stole from the lodge of the Grey hair ?" " Has my young white brother come singlehanded to redeem them?" asked Yellowblanket, with a diabolical little laugh, that exhibited all his yellow teeth. " Silence ! Pray don't irritate these fellows," cried a voice in my ear. The words startled me strangely, for they were couched in a language I had not heard for many years. Could Indians talk Latin? Yes, evidently. My first impulse was to turn and gaze at the speaker, but I saw that caution was requisite, and checking myself as suddenly, muttered, " Dice; audio." I then looked in a careless way toward the party who had addressed me, and found him to be a handsome, young (apparently) red man. He was playing with and caressing a dog. There was another dog sleeping near me. Sitting down, I began to stroke 296 WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. his head, and talk. The words I spoke, however, were ad- dressed to the mysterious youth at my elbow. " Most of those around us talk a little French, and English," said he; "so, seeing that you were an old-countryman, I thought it probable you would know something of Latin. Don't look at me, or our friends will suspect that we are con- versing. I am in trouble." " State your complaint," said I, opening the dog's mouth, and affecting to examine his teeth. The Indians had eaten their supper, and were lying stretched indolently upon the ground. "Four months since, I came to hunt with these rascals, and was so foolish as to fall in love with one of their squaws. The girl was pretty, and I became really attached to her; in return for which politeness, Smoothwater, her papa, had us married, and made me a chief. Soon afterwards, the father of the lady and I had some words, and I threatened to leave the tribe. He bade me do so on my peril. Accordingly I made the attempt, but was caught and led back; ever since which time I have been watched narrowly, but I think, if you will lend a hand, I may yet escape. I forgot to tell you that I am a lieu- tenant in the army. Who and what are you ? " Here, the dog that I was caressing began to growl and snap at me; so I gave him a sound cuff on the ear, and sent him about his business. I was in consequence unable to reply to the queries of the young lieutenant, in the manner I before had done. He saw the impropriety of our holding further in- tercourse at that moment, and, thanking me for the attention I had given him, threw himself back, and fell asleep. I awoke in the middle of the night, and looked round. The Indians were all slumbering soundly. I crawled toward my new acquaintance (whom the reader shall know by the name of Ralph Picket), and touched him lightly on the shoulder. " Are you ready ? " I asked. " Eeady ! " echoed he. " Impossible ; we could not steal away by night ; it must be done by day." "What, and leave a broad trail behind us? Nonsense! WHITTLItfGS FROM THE WEST. 297 Your best chance is at a time like the present ; for at least five or six hours must elapse before the print of our footsteps will be visible. Allons follow me ! " He sprang to his feet. I was about to do the same, when one of the red men awoke, and seeing Picket astir, asked whither he was going. " To fetch some logs," replied he, with admirable self-pos- session. " The nights grow cold now." " Hugh ! " said the Indian, resuming his recumbent posture. But his suspicions were roused, and we found it prudent to defer our adventure till a fitter opportunity should present itself. In the morning, as we were discussing our breakfast, Ralph Picket, as though we had held no previous communication, turned suddenly to me, and said, " Parlez vous Francais, mon- sieur?" " Non," replied I, as abruptly, and with a helpless shrug of the shoulders ; " I have better occupation here ; " and I as- sisted myself to a fresh slice of venison. Ralph Picket and I turned our backs upon each other with as much rudeness as possible, and the red men seemed pleased to find us disagree. I saw that Smoothwater was about to speak. " Smoothwater like Heap-of-hair's fusee ; what shall the chief give him for it?" " I cannot part with it," said I, somewhat angrily ; " it is not for sale," " Hugh ! much sorry ; like fusee well ; give ten dollar for him." "A hundred would not buy it," returned I, wishing to put the subject to rest. " I have said." Smoothwater looked displeased, and passed the rifle on. Several of his comrades examined it, and I was requested to load and exhibit its virtues, A tin drinking-cnp lay on the river's bank, about fifty yards off, and I took aim at it. " Hit the cup," muttered Ralph, " or these rascals will hold 298 WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. you in contempt; besides, it will show that thief Smooth- water that you could pick one of his eyes out with the tool, if need be. Don't give up the piece again." I pulled the trigger as he spoke, and knocked a hole through the bottom of the tin pot. The red men all cried, " Hugh !" Another day and night passed without affording Ralph Picket an opportunity of escape. The next morning, Smooth- water told me, in the presence of all his "young men," that he had had a very pleasant dream. He dreamed that Heap-of- hair (for he had learned from Nickstick to call me so) had presented him with his fusee, and gladdened his heart very much. Ralph Picket coughed, and grasped himself think- ingly by the chin. I was quite aware that, without a wilful vio- lation of Indian etiquette, I could now no longer remain the possessor of the coveted rifle. With a bad grace, therefore, I handed it over to the chief, saying, as I did so, " Smoothwater has pleasant dreams; all the horns, and skins, and bear's-meat the backwoods could boast, would not buy Heap-of-hair's fusee; but when the Great Spirit whispers, his children must obey." The red man's eye glistened with ecstacy, and he marched triumphantly away with his prize. " You have lost that pretty rifle," said Ralph. " Wait a bit," said I. The Indians, headed by Sraoothwater, went away upon the track of some wolves. Ralph was taken with them. The chief asked me to make one of the party, and offered me the loan of a heavy Kentucky rifle for the occasion; but I de- clined the proffered civility, and remained in the camp. I stretched myself out upon a buffalo skin, and awaited their re- turn. They were not long absent, and I learned that they had succeeded in capturing two wolves. I did not rise from the buffalo robe until the whole party had re-assembled; then, seating myself with much gravity among them, I informed Smoothwater that, during his absence, I also had had a very delightful dream, in which I fancied that he had returned me my rifle. The countenance of the chief instantly fell. "It is good," he muttered; "the Great Spirit sometimes whispers to WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. 299 one, and sometimes to another. Smoothwater returns Heap- of-hair his fusee;" and with a false smile he put it into my hands. The whole party of Indians then smoked away for a long time in silence, while Ralph Picket and I conversed upon our fingers. "We must be off without fail to-night," telegraphed he; " these scoundrels are plotting mischief." " Be ready when you see me rise and replenish the fire," was my reply. " In the meantime, secret the red men's toma- hawks, and stop up the touchholes of their fusees." Ralph nodded, and I saw him laughing more than once. I had little doubt that his thoughts were reverting to my fortu- nate dream, and the comfortable manner in which it had en- abled me to retaliate upon Smoothwater, who again begged that I would share his tent and buffalo robe. I was quite aware that this offer proceeded less from an impulse of hospi- tality, than a strong desire to have me under his own imme- diate surveillance, and defeat my plans of escape from his thievish band. I affected to be well pleased with his proposal, however, and, in order to keep him in good-humour, presented Bluebead with a large mosaic-gold brooch, which she received with a whoop of pleasure, and immediately stuck in the bosom of her blanket. At midnight I arose, according to my frequent custom, and heaped some logs upon the fire. I then returned to the tent, and once more lay down. A few minutes afterwards, I again quietly arose. All the red men were asleep, and Ralph Picket had already withdrawn himself. 1 seized my rifle quickly, but was annoyed to discover that one of the arms of Smoothwater was resting upon my knapsack. I resumed my position by his side, and plucking a hair or two from my head, drew them slowly along his upper lip. He raised his hand to it in a surly way, and I removed the knapsack. In another minute Ralph Picket and I were gliding stealthily through the forest, in the direction of Little Golgotha. "What is the matter? why do you pause now?" asked Ralph, as he saw me hesitate. 300 WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. " I have forgotten my tomahawk ; it was the gift of a young Blackfoot chief, and I must return." " Nonsense ! are you mad ? Hark, I hear the dogs; we are missed, and have no time to lose." I did not hear the dogs, but I felt the justice of Ralph's re- monstrance, and took the lead again. There was a bright star in the east. I had studied its position by my pocket com- pass, and knew that Little Golgotha lay in that direction. By and by we reached the banks of a small lake. I uttered an exclamation of joy, for I recollected the spot well. "Hark!" whispered Ralph, cocking his rifle; "I hear footsteps." " They are too clumsy for those of a man," said I, " and it must be a bear. Have the goodness to uncock your piece, or, if you stumble, I shall have the bullet in my back." Picket did as he was desired; and together we pushed our way under branches, along fallen trees, and up a dangerous ravine. " What is the matter now ?" cried the impatient young lieutenant, finding me come to a sudden stand; "push on, pray!" " We are upon the brow of a precipice, and another step would have been death. You would find no bottom there for more than a hundred feet." Ralph thrust his rifle forward, and peered down into the gloom, then withdrew quickly, and muttered, " What an es- cape ! I am glad you led the way." We both listened again, and loud shouts, mingled with the heavy tramp of feet and the yelping of curs, fell upon our ears. "Now we are pursued in earnest," said I, and drawing my companion after me, we coiled ourselves under the trunk of a tree, which grew upon the very ledge of the gulf. Two red men were close upon our trail. Ralph was about to cock his piece and shoot the foremost, but I laid my hand upon his arm, and caused him to desist. " Be patient," whispered I. " Look and listen." At that critical moment, one of the Indians rushed hastily WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. 301 past the spot where we had concealed ourselves, uttered a whoop, and was gone. I heard his lifeless body crash heavily among the branches below. The second Indian, encouraged by the shout, leaped forward also, and disappeared. A dog ran to the brink of the precipice, and barked loudly in our faces. Ralph Picket thrust out the butt of his fusee, and pushed the animal over the ledge. " Don't move," cried Ralph, " there are five more to follow," and putting his hands suddenly to his lips, he raised a whoop that rang for many a rnile through the echoing woods. It was too late for me to remonstrate against so unseasonable a piece of folly; the mischief was done, and the rallying red men carne forward in a body. Two out of the five fell into the trap, the remainder drew back, and, uttering a yell of rage, retraced their steps. " Now is the time," said I to Picket; " we must descend this crag. We can swing ourselves into the branches of one of these trees, and slide down safely;" and, dropping my rifle and knapsack into the abyss, I worked njy way along a sturdy hem- lock bough into the hemlock itself. There were branches at intervals of about six feet from each other, and I accomplished the descent with comparatively little difficulty. Ralph was not so fortunate. The first intimation of his proximity was conveyed to me by his heavy rifle, which fell almost at my feet. Some pine branches near me were then seriously shaken, and Picket slipped uninjured through them. He had missed his grasp of the tree, and, losing his presence of mind, suf- fered himself to tumble almost from the top of the hemlock to the bottom, where the denseness of the foliage broke the im- petus of his career, and tossed him harmlessly to the ground. Together we groped about for my knapsack and rifle, and, having recovered them, resumed our journey. I had scarcely taken two steps, however, ere I stumbled upon the prostrate body of one of the Indians. He was still living, but quite in- sensible, and we placed him with his back against a rock. We then searched for the three others, but without success, and, clambering the opposite bank of the ravine, proceeded on what 302 WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. we supposed to be our course. But I had now completely lost myself among the intricacies of the forest, and the star that had hitherto guided me, being no longer visible, I resolved to move no farther until day had broken. I communicated my in- tentions to Ralph Picket, and, as he appeared to appreciate them, laid myself wearily upon the ground, and was soon fast asleep. HEAP THE FIFTY-THIRD. It was not until the evening of the next day but one, that (without having tasted a morsel of food since we parted with Smoothwater and his band) Ralph Picket and I, very weary and footsore, entered the settlement of Little Golgotha, and knocked at the yellow door of its judge, coroner, and chief magistrate. The judge himself, attired in the same buckskin waistcoat that he had worn upon my last interview with him, responded to the knock, and, holding a candle to my face, honoured my features with a long and somewhat embarrassing scrutiny. "Yes it is," cried the judge; "yet no> it isn't either; but it's uncommonly like him, too." " Mr Log, at your service," replied I, " Ali Balm's friend ; and this is my friend, Mr Ralph Picket, whom 1 beg to intro- duce to your notice." Ralph Picket bowed, and the excellent justice of peace, wringing our hands warmly, dragged us into his parlour. There was an immense uproar in the next room. Two fiddles were being taxed to the utmost of their melancholy abilities, and the shuffling of many buoyant feet was plainly audible. Ralph Picket threw himself into a chair, covered his eyes with his hands, and sobbed like a child. He had dwelt so long with his interesting allies, the red men, that his feelings were not proof against the pleasing revolution his prospects had suddenly undergone ; and I, for my part, felt like one who had just awoke from a long strange dream. WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. 303 "Is this real, friend Heap-of-hair?" asked Ralph, looking round him with an air of semi-savage bewilderment, "or is it all a joke?" As he spoke, the judge returned, and a buxom, rosy-cheeked damsel, laying a milk white cloth upon the table, exhibited to our admiring gaze a hot venison pasty, some new bread, and a jug of foaming ale. " We have not eaten or drunk for three days," cried Ralph, repeating a brief grace, and attacking the pasty with vigour. The good-natured justice lifted his eyebrows and hands in amazement, and ordered the cherry-cheeked maid to fetch two more pasties on the spot. This timely piece of pleasantry caused Ralph and myself to laugh. "Don't lose time, boys," said the judge; "you're picked for the next quadrille." " For what?" said I, with a look of concern, and a disparag- ing glance toward my legs and feet. " A quadrille ! " cried Ralph, assisting himself to a fresh heap of pasty. "Nothing else, I guess," said the imperturbable judge; "you're both engaged five deep, and I'm mistaken if there are not six or eight of the girls staring by turns through the keyhole now." A suppressed coughing and tittering was here heard, accom- panied by the patter of retreating feet. Picket threw himself back in his chair, and laughed outright. "You cannot be serious in your proposal, judge," remon- strated I; " look at us with our travel- stained hunting-shirts, blue leggings, yellow mocassins, and beards of a month's growth ; " and together Picket and I rushed out of the room, and up a staircase. Remonstrance was useless; the judge, backed up by a stout storming party, besieged us in our den, and we were compelled to surrender at discretion. Five minutes were allowed us for the performance of our toilets, and the enemy drew quietly off to await the issue of the negotiation. We found the company to consist of about five-and-twenty 304 WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. settlers, with their wives and daughters, and a large sprinkling of colonels, majors, and captains, together with a number of other gentlemen who had either figured in political life, or were the proprietors of stores in that or some neighbouring settlement. We were the lions of the evening. As Ealph Picket and I retired to our slumbers, the merry but muffled music of approaching bells fell upon my ear, and I opened the window. There were nearly two feet of snow upon the ground; and the melodious sounds proceeded from a sleigh, which dashed past with the rapidity of lightning. It was the first I had ever seen. " Had this snow fallen yesterday, our retreat would have been cut off," said I, re- closing the window. " Thank God for all things!" "Amen!" responded Ralph, with much more devotion than I had supposed him capable of. " I am very glad I met with you. Good night!" HEAP THE FIFTY-FOURTH. As I had resolved to spend the greater part of the winter in the bush, and Ralph Picket, who was now the master of his own movements, had signified his intention of accompanying me, I inquired of the judge whether there was a possibility of procuring a pair of horses and a sleigh, in order that we might proceed at once to the settlement I had chosen for my head- quarters. The judge took the matter into his consideration, and the next morning but one the required conveyance drew up at his door; whereupon Ralph and I, having previously provided ourselves at a neighbouring store with mink-caps, buffalo- coats, and bear-skin gauntlets a costume w r hich left nothing whatever of us visible, saving the red tips of our frosted noses away we shot. The winter had set in with a most unusual suddenness. There were four feet of snow be- neath us, the sky was an intense blue, and the air so pure and WHITTLINGS FEOM THE WEST. 305 clear that I could distinctly see the young moon in her retire- ment among the azure depths above. Though the cold was more severe than any I had ever encountered, I experienced no unpleasantness from it; on the contrary, my spirits were buoyant beyond measure, and my blood ran tingling through my veins in the most delightful manner imaginable. There was a wall of snow to our right, and a wall of snow to our left, and we slipped stealthily along over the white world that lay before us, with the silence of a ship upon the ocean, or a wild bird on the wing. With the buffalo robes wrapp'd -warmly round, And the sweet bells jingling all the way, Over the white and frozen ground, Merrily glides the rapid sleigh, said I, extemporising a verse. "How beautifully the tin church-spires glitteramong thesnow- laden trees!" cried Ralph; "and hark to the exquisite music of those mellow sleigh-bells! Heyday, your nose is frozen!" , " I don't feel it." " No, I daresay not. Remove your gauntlet instantly, take a handful of snow, and rub your face with it well. The fric- tion will restore the circulation." It did, but I was obliged to beat my hands together for five minutes, before I could resume the command of the reins. Ralph drew a case- bottle from his buffalo-coat pocket, and offered me a tot of savoury liqueur. He then filled for him- self, and, as he screwed on the cap of the flask again, observed in an under tone, " That scoundrel Pierre is asleep, and there- fore can't need any." Pierre, who was the owner of the sleigh, and sat in a box behind us, awoke quickly, and coughed, to intimate the fact. Picket took the hint. " C'est bon!" cried Pierre, smacking his lips, and pulling up the buffalo-robe once more to his very chin. In the evening we paused to bait our horses, and procure something to appease the cravings of our own respective appe- tites. As it chanced to be Friday, however, and the host and hostess of the log inn were rigid Catholics, we were compelled u 306 WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. to sup upon a highly-peppered potato-pie, and buckwheat pan- cakes. That done, we sprang again into the sleigh, and stopped no more till we reached a settlement called Smithville, in which we resolved to remain the night. Pierre roused us at an early hour the next morning, and by mid-day we had ar- rived in a village called London; an hour afterwards at Rich- mond; then at Kettleville; and finally at Wakefield, our des- tination, when we parted with Pierre, and took up our quarters at the best inn the settlement boasted. "Anything new out west?" asked the landlord, who was also a colonel in the militia. "Nothing that I am aware of," said I. "They say that things are looking up a little down south. The last advices from Europe are favourable." " So they tell me." "What about wheat?" " Steady at present, with a prospect of a rise." "I am offered four-and-ten," said the colonel; "would you advise me to hold or sell? " " Hold, by all means," said I. " Do you think the General will get in?" " Not a doubt of it." " Who is the Gineral, pray?" asked Picket, as the colonel left the room. " Can't say," said I; and we heard the colonel's voice recapi- tulating the information he had gleaned to the group of settlers who were sitting round the inn parlour stove. The tramp of retiring feet then announced the gradual break-up of the edified party, from whose rather troublesome company we had the fortune to be exempt during the rest of the evening. The following morning, as I intended to make Wakefield my residence during the winter months, I looked over my letters of introduction, in the hope of finding one addressed to some person in the neighbourhood, and had the luck to dis- cover one for the pastor of the village. I was just about to despatch this, with my card, when Ralph Picket entered the room in which I sat, and requested a word with me. WHITTLINGS FKOM THE WEST. 307 " What is the matter, Ralph?" said I; "you look unusually sentimental." " I have hit upon it, I think," replied he, closing the door with an air of much mystery. " Ah, indeed ; what is in the wind ? " " I am going into business." " Business ! a gentleman ? an officer in the army ? " "Listen. While sauntering down the settlement just now, I happened to drop in at the store that excited our merriment yesterday, and got into conversation with the proprietor, who is about to sell out, in consequence of his having involved himself a little with the excise-officers. The fellow offered me the good-will of his business and the whole of his stock on hand for a certain sum, which I thought little enough. I, however, offered him precisely half of it, and we struck hands upon the spot. You have nothing to laugh at, I assure you. I never was more serious. To-morrow I take possession." " I congratulate you upon your prospects, with all my heart," said I ; " but " "But what? Listen again. I have squandered away a good deal of money since I came to Canada, and being now somewhat reduced in funds, and too independent to draw on my father's banker, have resolved to make a bold stroke ; in fact, I have determined to go into business, and by some suc- cessful speculation replenish a purse which, in spite of all my economy, is at a very low ebb indeed, and threatens shortly to become dry altogether. Well, I have a proposal to make you." "Make it then." " You must enter into partnership with me." " Impossible. I never had a turn for business." " But I will take no denial." " Then I will be sleeping partner." " Very well, you shall. / will carry on the concern. Which will sound best ? ' Log and Picket/ or ' Picket and Log ? ' " " Arrange it to your liking ; here is my share of the pur- chase-money ; " and I began to count over a roll of five-dollar notes." 308 WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. Ealph pushed them from him indignantly. " The cash is paid," cried he ; " take back this filth." " Never. If we are to be men of business, let us act as such. Either put this into the general fund, or let us dissolve partnership at once." " So be it, for I am sure we should never agree ; " and Ralph shrugged his shoulders. " Let me see," said I ; " you will have strong opposition. There is Major Pocock over the way ; David Tree yonder, at the house with the blue front; Paul Turret in the dis- tance there, where the four-post bed and shower-bath stand ; and " "All the better," said Picket, folding his arms doggedly. " What they ask a dollar for, I will sell for fifty cents ; and what they offer for fifty cents, I will sell for a trente-sous. They will turn pale at the bare idea of it, and a week after- wards you will see them all putting up their shutters." Having delivered himself of this solemn prediction, Ralph Picket donned his buffalo-coat, and went to take a fresh inspec- tion of his newly- purchased stock. In the meantime, having received a very polite note from the Rev. Harry Tiber, the village pastor, I strolled to his house, with the intention of paying my respects. On my return, I learned that Ralph Picket awaited me at Major Pocock's, and to that gentleman's establishment I imme- diately repaired. Ralph, I saw, was acting the prudent general, mingled with a slight dash of the spy. Major Pocock sat at his door, not on a chair, nor a stool, nor a sofa, nor a box, but upon a mahogany piece of furniture of a very peculiar nature. He was a magistrate, and held a com- mission in the militia service. He received me with much warmth, and invited me to dine with him ; but I viewed the thing in the light of a compliment, and declined the honour. His store was full of people, though there was little or no business in course of transaction ; the majority of these people came for conversational purposes, and the remainder for the sake of the stove, as the major always kept up a good fire, and WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. 309 his premises had the reputation of being the best aired ones in the settlement. Having replied to a few commonplace ques- tions, and been introduced to Dr Grundy, and some other vil- lage grandees, I cast my eyes round the store, to note its con- tents. For the convenience of the parties who have occasion to resort to it, a merchant's store in the bush contains every article that can possibly be required for domestic use ; and such was the establishment of Major Pocock. It boasted of grocery, haberdashery, hosiery, drugs, cutlery, crockery, per- fumery, stationery, furniture, jewellery, confectionery, sad- dlery, and seeds ; which were hung upon pegs, stowed upon shelves, thrust into cupboards, placed in the windows, piled on the floor, and hooked upon and crammed into every avail- able spot and crevice that the shop afforded. Not one inch of wall, floor, or ceiling was there unoccupied. Hats, wash- hand basins, looking-glasses, rifles, boots and shoes, warming- pans, flitches of bacon, bottles of pickles, barrels of butter, ready-made coats and waistcoats, jars of sweetmeats, and a thousand other articles of almost every nature that can be sold or purchased, being jumbled together in a manner I had never seen equalled in the whole course of my bush experience. And in the centre of this heterogeneous mass of goods for he had removed from the door now beamed Major Pocock him- self, walled in by a group of his friends and admirers, who were rubbing their hands and knees blissfully, and enjoying the heat the cheerful stove diffused around. The major sat immediately in front of it, facing the red-hot door, with a poker in his hand, and one heel on either extre- mity of the ash-pan. Dr Grundy, the settlement surgeon, sat upon the counter, surveying his legs, and clapping his boots leisurely together, with a sound like that produced by the jaws of an alligator, when he is looking anxiously forward to his next meal. There was another gentleman stationed upon a can of treacle hard by, but he appeared to be absorbed in his own reflections. He stared at me as I entered, though by degrees his gaze slipped down from my face to my feet, and there remained fixed. I was positively afraid to move either 310 WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. of them, lest the action should offer an interruption to his me- ditations. " Yes," said Major Pocock presently, in pursuance of a con- versation my entrance had broken off, " those who think to undersell me will have to cut rather fine. Let 'em try it." All eyes were here turned upon Paul Turret, the pensive gentleman who sat upon the treacle-can. The stoical Paul, in return, turned his lacklustre, watery optics upon those of the speaker, but said nothing. "If any man seeks a jinnowine article," said Major Pocock, "let him come to me; if he wants an inferior one, let him go to Paul Turret," " Yes, yes," cried the major's audience ; " very true." Paul Turret rose slowly from the treacle can, and I felt ap- prehensive that he was about to annihilate the major ; but lie had no such sanguinary intentions, for he laid his arm very amicably on Major Pocock's shoulder, and stretching over him, relighted his pipe at the stove ; then gravely resumed his seat. " A bad article is dear at any price," said Dr Grundy, with another clap of his heavy boots. The doctor always attended Major Pocock's lady. "That is exactly my sentiment, and my principles is based upon it," said the major; "the cheap and nasty system will not do in the long run." There was another murmur of applause here. I looked at Paul Turret. The expression of his face had never altered, but one of his eyes at that moment wandered to mine. The hour of his triumph was at hand. Just then, a little boy Paul Turret's clerk (there are no shopmen in Canada) came in for change of a ten-dollar bill. Paul handed it to Major Pocock. The major went boldly to his tills, first to one, and then to the other, and finally shook his head. " Two fives will do," said the boy. "I haven't got them handy, my man," muttered Major Pocock. " Half in silver then," urged the boy. " No ; I can't spare it in that either," said the major. WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. 311 " Well, some of it in copper," persisted the youth. The major was inexorable, and the juvenile clerk indulged in a rather insulting grin, which must have been grievous to the fast-rising choler of Major Pocock. Paul Turret there- upon slowly drew out his pocket-book, counted over ten one- dollar notes, and put them, with a pleasant chuckle, into the hand of his clerk. He then arose from his seat, placed his half- extinguished pipe in his waistcoat pocket, put his hands calmly under the tails of his shooting-jacket, and stalked into the street. There was a queer smile upon his long cadaverous face, and his great odd eye met mine, as he descended the step of the door. Paul Turret was avenged. HEAP THE FIFTY-FIFTH, Upon my return to the hotel, I found a note awaiting me from the Rev. Harry Tiber, with an intimation that he would be happy to see rne to dinner, and a further hint that, in the event of my not having provided myself with lodgings, he would be glad to receive me under his own rooft Without more ado, therefore, I waited upon Mr Tiber, and on my way met with Ralph Picket, who informed me that he had finally closed with Daniel Thumb, and was just about to open his store, inviting me at the same time to an early inspection of it. On turning the corner which led to the minister's cottage, my eye caught an immense placard posted on the chimney of a hut that had been consumed by fire. It bore these words "Go TO PICKET'S NEW STORE TRY PICKET." I could not help laughing as I contemplated this placard, though I rather regretted Ralph's precipitancy. As he had fairly passed the Rubicon, however, I determined, far from thwarting him in the prosecution of his new enterprise, to give him every en- couragement and assistance that lay in my power. With this resolution big at heart, I arrived at the residence of Mr Harry Tiber. I found that gentleman in his " library." He was a 312 WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. tall, handsome young man, of about nine-and-twenty, with rich, dark curly hair, a pair of large, lustrous black eyes, and a fine, pale, interesting face, which wore an expression of much archness and good-humour. He was married, and had not been resident in Wakefield more than six months. He had entered the church very much against his will; and many droll tales were told of him, some of which I did, and some of which I did not believe. One of these was as follows: On the occasion of some festivities in the settlement, as a means of ingratiating themselves with the Sunday-school children, he and his charming little wife had launched from their cottage window a number of penny-pieces, for which, of course, there was an immediate scramble. But the moment the penny-pieces had come into contact with the tips of the children's fingers, they withdrew them with a howl, for Mr and Mrs Tiber had previously reduced the coin to a white heat in a shovel over the kitchen fire. I relate the story as it was related to me, and do not vouch for the truth of it; nor am I anxious to do so, for I am indebted to Mr and Mrs Tiber for a great many kindnesses and attentions, as well as for some of the very pleasantest hours. I passed in the bush. I must nevertheless admit that, whenever I subsequently beheld Mr Tiber in the pulpit, the story of the fire-shovel and the penny-pieces would flash across my mind, and very materially lessen the awe with which I should otherwise have been disposed to regard his pious admonitions. Mr Tiber's cottage was an extremely pretty and picturesque one. It had a Swiss look, was balconied round, and stood upon the skirt of the forest. I could not help turning, as I left the spot, and admiring its unpretending beauty. I had a great wish to make it my residence; but, as I regarded the Rev. Harry's invitation to do so less as a serious proposi- tion than as one of those compliments which people often, on the impulse of a first acquaintance, are disposed to pay to each other, I had respectfully declined the thing. On my return to the hotel, however, I discovered that Mr Tiber's man-ser- vant had already captured and carried away my luggage; so I WHITTLINGS FHOM THE WEST. 313 had no alternative but to follow it, which I did the same evening. The following day I paid a visit to the store of Ralph Picket. Ralph saw me coming, and threw open the door. He had such enormous a fire in his stove, that my eyes abso- lutely crackled as I stood near it, and I had almost to gasp for breath. There were several settlers warming themselves, and, as usual, six or eight large dogs occupied the best portion of the hearth. Ralph was just superintending the sale of a fry- ing-pan to a young lady, and some powder and a pair of braces to an Indian chief, who had his rifle in his hand, and a pair of snow-shoes over his shoulder. Picket was sitting in a rock- ing-chair. The young lady inquired the price of the frying-pan. " The price is marked on it," replied Ralph. " I don't see it," said the damsel. " You have got your thumb on it, my dear." "But it's a private mark." "Very good," said Ralph, coughing; "take it at that." "But I can't read your private marks how can I?" " And I am sure I can't," said Ralph, much concerned. "Can anybody read private marks here? If so, let them look at this. Here, friend Log, what does an L and a K stand for, with a stroke between them ?" " Daniel Thumb should have let you into this secret," said I. " You had better examine your invoices." " To be sure," muttered Ralph, who thereupon went into a dark closet in a corner, and brought out three separate files of bills each of them nearly as long as one of those patent chimney-sweeping machines now in vogue and having pre- sented one to me, a second to his boy, and reserved the third for himself, we all three calmly sat down to study them. The invoices were covered with dust, and every time we removed one, we sneezed in concert. At length Ralph sprang im- patiently from his chair, and inquired of me, in a whisper, what frying-pans usually went for in the Old Country? I laughed at poor Picket's concern, and shrugged my shoulders. 314 WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. " Would it be dear at half-a-dollar?" asked he. " Decidedly so," said I. "Can anybody fix a price on this infernal pan?" asked Picket, appealing to the group of bystanders, who were warm- ing themselves at his expense. One settler cried, "A shilling;" and Ralph's boy, feeling himself appealed to, said, "Fourpence;" on which, Picket seized the pan, and gave him such a rap upon the head with it, that the article rang like a Chinese gong. The requisite information was at length procured from a neighbour, when Picket, with the view of setting all competition at defiance, struck off fifty per cent, from the cost price of the utensil, and delivered it up to the purchaser. The gunpowder and braces were then disposed of at a similarly low " figure," and Ralph resumed his seat in the rocking-chair, with the complacent air of a man who had got satisfactorily through a most tedious piece of business. Once or twice in my perambulations about the important and flourishing village of Wakefield, I had observed a dirty, ruffianly-looking fellow, who went about with his dilapidated hat very much on one side, and his arms akimbo. His face was an exceedingly unprepossessing one, and it wore one of the fiercest and most insulting expressions that human features could possibly assume. As I was returning from Ralph Picket's store to Mr Tiber's pretty villa, I was just in time to see the individual alluded to shoot head first out of David Tree's spacious warehouse, into the very middle of the road, where he lay for a considerable time, uttering the most hide- ous execrations, and kicking his heels savagely in the air. His flight from the store into the street was as sudden and swift as though he had been discharged from the mouth of a cannon. It was but natural, therefore, that I should pause to inquire of the first person I met who the ejected gentleman was, as well as something concerning his profession and pur- suits. " You must beware of him," was the reply; "he is a very dangerous fellow, who, if he can do you an evil turn, will watch his opportunity, and certainly do it. He is called WIIITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. 315 ' Crazy Joe.' He has been in all the jails and lunatic asylums in Canada, but none of them would keep such a rascal on any terms. He leads a roving, roaring sort of life here, and some- times lives in the forests, no one knows where or how, for months together. At other times he will come into the settle- ments, and force himself into our houses, from which those of us who have the courage to do so, instantly kick him into the road, where he will frequently lie for two or three days at a stretch. Carry a horse-whip, and if he attacks you, cow him at once, or he will never cease to play the bully every time you and he encounter each other. He has killed one man, and maimed several others for life. Above all things, beware of sitting at night near a window which has a light in it." I thanked David Tree for the hint, and promised to turn it to account. "Don't forget the horse-whip," cried David. " ^No, no, I will not," said I ; and I purchased one imme- diately. My course happened to lie closje past Crazy Joe, who was on his back among the snow, whirling his legs frantically in the air, and blaspheming in a horrible manner. His face was quite red with the exertion, and his eye looked frightfully wild and bloodshot. As I drew near, he fixed his gaze upon me, sprang into a sitting posture, and began to nurse his knee, but offered no insult. Wishing to conciliate him, I took out my purse, and tossed him a sixpence. He leaped to his feet, and flew at me open-mouthed, like a tiger or catamount. I darted to one side, and the door of Paul Turret's shop being open, slipped in, and closed it after me. The next instant the door was dashed to pieces, and Joe presented himself, almost foaming at the mouth. Here he ran at me a second time, so, being now thoroughly roused, I seized him by the hair and ear, and gave him a heavy blow over the left arm; while Paul Turret, running to my assistance, pushed the madman once more into the street. A few minutes afterwards, a huge stone was hurled through the window. The missile was aimed at me, but missing, it struck Paul Turret on the back with such 316 WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. violence, that he fell upon his face, and vomited blood. With all haste, therefore, I despatched his clerk for Dr Grundy, and after hearing that gentleman pronounce the patient better, re- turned to my friend Harry Tiber's, with the horse-whip under my arm. HEAP THE FIFTY-SIXTH. December had now rolled away, January set in, and with it, that clear, blue, deliciously-cold, crisp weather which is so dear to the heart and pleasant to the thoughts of every true Canadian. Sleighing was in its prime. Plenty of snow had fallen; it had got well "packed," arid the roads were in capital condition. Accordingly, the first moonlight night, by unani- mous understanding and consent, Mr Tiber, Mrs Tiber, with two or three young lady friends, Ralph Picket, and I, deposited ourselves in a fine large sleigh, and were whisked along through the dark pine forest by Harry's powerful horse Brigand, at the rate of about sixteen^English miles per hour. But, although Brigand had the reputation of being the fastest trotter in the bush, he was not without his eccentricities; and one of the chief of these was a strong pre-disposition to form his own selection of the road along which the sleigh was to be drawn. That once done, nothing would ever turn him. A variety of experiments had been tried upon the refractory animal, but in vain ; and frequently, as Harry himself once told me, when he had promised to do duty at one settlement, Brigand carried him off per-force to another, and he had no alternative but to do duty there instead. Apart from this rather troublesome peculiarity, the beast had no vicious propensity whatever, and was, as we nearly all agreed, one of the best and most brilliant quadrupeds that ever champed bit. " It would be well, my dear," cried Harry to his pretty little wife, as he drew up the buffalo robe to his chin, and beat one of his hands against his knee to restore the lost circulation WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. 317 " it would be well if, before you pronounce these glowing eulo- giums on Brigand's powers, you wait to see how he conducts himself presently where the roads fork. If he takes it into his head to turn to the left, instead of the right, it would have been better for us if we had never set out; for the late drifts in that quarter have been such as to render travelling, and particularly by night, excessively dangerous." Brigand sneezed, and cracked his tail, just as an able hunts- man would crack his heavy whip. "Did you observe that, Fanny?" inquired poor Mr Tiber. "I did, my dear," returned his wife; "it portends mis- chief." " Of course ; he means to make for the drifts." Mrs Tiber gave a faint scream, and her three friends echoed it. " Now pray, pray be calm, every one of you," cried Harry, " for I shall need all my nerve." Brigand dashed on over the white snow sea. Every bell upon his arched neck rang out its silvery chime to the blue night ; while the full moon and radiant stars looked down upon us through the tall pine-trees, as we flew by with a rapidity that was quite appalling. " We are now upon the River Rideau," said Mr Tiber, " and in a minute more we shall reach the fork." Brigand sneezed again. "Ah, you demon!" muttered the incensed Harry between his set teeth. Brigand, who fully appreciated the compliment, laid his ears perfectly flat upon his head, and cracked his tail again. "Do you think he will take the wrong turn?" I asked, feel- ing rather elated than otherwise at the prospect of a cap- size. " I am sure of it," said Harry Tiber ; and, placing his feet against the dashboard, he gave the reins a mighty tug, which brought the unruly animal upon his haunches on a waste piece of ground precisely facing the dangerous fork so frequently al- luded to. " Bear on the left rein, Harry," said Mrs Tiber, laying her 318 WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. little gauntleted hand upon her husband's shoulder; "bear on the right rein, and he will be sure to take an exactly opposite direction." Mr Tiber, thinking the hint a good one, acted upon it, but the result proved contrary to his expectations, for Brigand gave a frightful plunge, and darted down the forbidden track with the velocity of a stricken deer. The disappointed Harry made another effort to throw him upon his haunches, but it was unsuccessful, and the attempt only exasperating the horse, he flew forward with greater speed than ever. A moment afterwards I experienced a sensation as though I was in a ship that was descending into the trough of a wave, and Mr Tiber, his wife, the three ladies, Ralph Picket, and I, were precipitated into twenty feet depth of snow ! Dire was the scuffle and confusion. Brigand neighed, and kicked, and reared, until nothing but his two ears were visible over the drift; the meek Harry, with his mouth full of snow, swore away like any trooper; Mrs Tiber and her lady com- panions screamed with all their might; and Ralph Picket and I, in our huge buffalo- coats, dug our way first to one side, and then to the other (though every step sunk us deeper into the disaster), in the vain hope of achieving an emancipation for ourselves and friends. While affairs were at this crisis, the music of advancing sleigh-bells fell upon our ears, and, like drowning mariners upon a mast when a sail heaves in sight, we all raised our voices to the highest pitch of which they were capable: Mr Tiber, Picket, and I, taking a heavy bass, and Mrs Tiber and her fair companions the shrillest alto. To this sudden and extemporaneous piece of vocalism, we were cer- tainly indebted for our lives, as Brigand, who had completely exhausted himself by his previous efforts, and had for some minutes lain in a sort of swoon, now made a violent demonstra- tion with his fore-legs, loosened the snow around him, and oc- casioned a prodigious avalanche, which brought our whole party into a place of comparative safety. While the ladies were yet struggling to regain their feet, and I was endeavour- ing to disentangle the harness from the horse, the advancing WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. 319 party, whose bells we had heard, made their appearance, and rendered us prompt assistance. By dint of this and our own exertions, we contrived to get the sleigh once more into tenant- able condition, and to re-establish ourselves in it. Before we had proceeded half a league of our homeward course, however, a portion of the harness which we had mended gave way, and we were compelled to proceed at a walking pace to the nearest habitation. This fortunately happened to be the residence of a respectable old gentleman and lady with whom the Tibers were intimate, and in whose company we contrived to pass a most agreeable evening. To this evening I should forbear to allude further, had it not given birth to a very curious and inexplicable circum- stance, with which I deem it but fitting to acquaint the reader. I have before alluded to the serene beauty of the night. It was as light as day, and when we looked through the double windows of the apartment in which we sat, we could distinctly see the country for upwards of twenty miles around us, and distinguish the tin spire of Wakejield church, as it glistened against the blue heaven in the background. While our gaze was turned in this direction, we all observed a tall figure emerge from the forest, and stalk slowly up the road. It occurred to me immediately that I had seen this figure before, but I could not recollect upon what occasion. That impression became stronger as the object advanced, and striding spectrally along the little clearing in front of the house, ascended the steps and knocked. Notwithstanding the singularity of the whole affair, admission was granted to the mysterious stranger, who with- out removing his tall fur cap, or buffalo-coat, or black bear- skin gauntlets, strode unannounced into the room we occupied, cast one queer glance around him, bowed his head to avoid the pipe of the stove, entered an adjoining chamber, and closed the door quietly after him. The whole transaction had an air of such mystery, that for several minutes neither Mr Bevan (the old gentleman named), nor his wife, nor Harry Tiber, nor his wife, nor the three young ladies, nor Ralph Picket, nor I, knew at all what to think 320 WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. of it. We looked at each other in silence. Mr Be van was the first to break the charm, and rise from his chair. " What rule or usage in society, I should like to know," cried the old gentleman, " entitles a man with whom I never exchanged more than two words in my life to enter my house, and, without even shaking the snow from his mocassins, walk into my best bedroom at this time of night ? " " Paul Turret may possibly have some business to transact with you," said Mrs Bevan. lt Then Paul Turret, my dear, could have found his way here as well by the light of the sun as by that of the moon. Be- sides, I have had no dealings with him whatever." " Are you sure it was Paul Turret ? " asked Mrs Bevan. " Convinced," replied her husband. " And I ; " " and I," echoed Mr and Mrs Tiber in a breath. I had a similar conviction, but did not feel called upon to say so. "It is strange that he has not yet made his re-appearance," remarked Mr Bevan ; " I will go and inquire his business." The old gentleman at once suited the action to the word, but came from the room again with so pale a face and ghastly expression of countenance, that we all sprung simultaneously to our feet. " What is the matter, William ? Speak ! " gasped Mrs Bevan. " Nothing nothing at all, my dear," returned her husband, sitting down, and wiping the perspiration from his brow ; "only we have been deceived. Paul Turret is not in that room. It is empty." " Nonsense ! " cried Harry Tiber. " I will swear that I saw Paul Turret walk into that room, and close the door after him." All were ready to confirm the truth of this assertion, and, Mr Tiber leading the way, we entered the mysterious apart- ment, but found it, with the exception of the furniture, per- fectly vacant. There were no cupboards, and there was no- body under the bed ; the walls were not provided with secret WHITTL1NGS FROM THE WEST. 321 pannels, nor had the floor any trap-doors. No person could ;have hidden himself in the chimney, for the room did not boast of one, and none of us felt disposed to tax a gentleman of Paul Turret's height and calibre with having ascended the stove pipe. ** This has been an optical illusion," said Mr Be van. " Never ! " exclaimed Harry Tiber. " How could nine people be similarly deceived ? One may, perhaps, and it is even pos- sible that two might have their imaginations so worked upon, either by nervousness or fright, as to be affected in this way ; but for nine rational people to be participators in the same hallucination, I will never believe it. Paul Turret came into this room, and he must either have got out of it by some means of which we are not at present aware, or he is still among us." " Let us search again then," said Mrs Bevan. We did, and with the same amount of success. " How frightfully pale you look, Fanny," said Mr Tiber to his wife. " And you have no idea how your hair is sticking up, Harry," retorted she, laughing, in spite of some superstitious fears. " A new idea has struck me," interposed Mr Bevan ; " he must have escaped by the window." The possibility of this had not yet occurred to us. " Of course this will explain the mystery ; " and a rush was made to the window. " At all events, then," submitted I, " we shall find the track of his mocassins upon the snow." We looked for these in vain ; there was not a footprint to be seen. Soon afterwards the whole party retired to bed, but not to sleep. Paul Turret occupied our thoughts. In the morning, with the assistance of Mr Bevan, Harry Tiber and I mended the broken harness, and the ladies having deposited themselves in the sleigh, we returned to Wakefield. Brigand never failed to find his way home. There were two roads ; sometimes he would patronise the one, and sometimes, for a change, the other. On our arrival in the village, the first thing Picket x 322 WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. and I did was to inquire of a group of settlers who had con- gregated around Major Pocock's door after the health of Paul Turret. " I regret to say, sir, that he is dead," responded the major himself; " and our village is deprived of one of its chief orna- ments." This was true ; the stone flung by the hand of Crazy Joe had caused the death of poor Paul. I asked about what hour he died. " Last night," said Major Pocock, " at precisely nine minutes to eleven by Dr Grundy's watch." " A leetle better than nine minutes, major," cried Dr Grundy, with a loud clap of his boots, for he occupied his old position on the counter ; " a leetle better than nine mi- nutes, major. If you recollect, I drew out my watch at the moment, and said, ' Our friend is gone ! ' ' " May I ask," said Picket, " whether Paul left his house at any time prior to his death last evening ? " Dr Grundy put his hands down, one on either side of him, pushed himself farther back upon the counter, clapped his heels together once more, and replied, " I guess not." Ralph and I then went into the store of David Tree, who confirmed the major's statement. It appeared that Turret had for some months suffered from diseased lungs ; but I had little doubt that the blow upon the back he received the day before had materially expedited his departure. HEAP THE FIFTY-SEVENTH. A few mornings after the death and burial of Paul Turret, I strolled out with the intention of paying my respects to Ralph Picket. Ralph being a good-natured, handsome, manly sort of fellow, had already become very popular in the settle- ment, and was drawing so much of the custom from David WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. 323 Tree and Major Pocock, that those gentlemen naturally began to grow bitterly jealous of him. But Dr Grundy had taken to the late Paul Turret's store, and he and Major Pocock had laid their heads together with the solemn determination of ruining Picket. They accordingly took all the tickets off their goods, and labelled them afresh. Ralph, however, becoming cognisant of this artifice, and being an able general to boot, revised his own tickets likewise, and, as the result of the ma- noeuvre, began to sell his merchandise (which had already been going about 25 per cent, under cost price) at a "figure" quite unprecedented in any of the Canadian markets. This novel piece of counter-policy again drew crowds to his store ; it was thronged day and night, while those of David Tree, Major Pocock, and Dr Grundy, were scarcely able to boast of a single customer. Things having come to this pass, the major began to give public vent to his indignation. Dr Grundy was a cooler subject, and said, " Wait a bit." But David Tree would not wait. The next day being Sunday, and it happening to prove his turn to hold forth from the pulpit, he brought the affair forward in the course of his address, and by his eloquence contrived to draw back to himself many of his renegade cus- tomers. Still Picket had the majority of the people, and his fame spread far and wide. But what roused Major Pocock, and Dr Grundy, and David Tree, more than anything else, was the fact of Picket having nailed up, at the four respective corners of the different streets, as many huge boards, whereon figured the words, " To Picket's," and "To Picket's Store;" which, as Major Pocock very justly observed, was as much as to imply that Picket's store was the most important resort in the settlement, and the exact centre-point of attraction, and almost, indeed, suggested the idea that the street itself had been constructed for the sole purpose of enabling the public to get by the shortest cut to Ralph Picket's. A day or two afterwards, I went to see Ralph again, and, as I passed the store of Major Pocock, I beheld that gentleman standing on the step of it, with his legs very wide apart, and his hands thrust deeply into his breeches pockets. Dr Grundy 324 WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. stood in precisely the same attitude at his own door opposite, and, as I went by, they nodded to each other in a manner that plainly said, ** Picket is the favourite at present never mind." Now it so happened that I had occasion to go close past the major, and as I did so he said, " Good morning," and held out his hand, which I most graciously accepted, and shook. " Will you come in ? " said Major Pocock. " Thank you," returned I ; " I have an engagement." " You are going to Picket's ? " said the major. " I am." Major Pocock smiled in a rather repulsive manner. "Are you at all familiar with the history and exploits of Julius Ca3sar, sir?" inquired he. " Tolerably so, I believe." "And that of Brutus ?" "Yes." '* Your friend Picket, sir, is Caesar ; his aspirations are dan- gerous to the state ; he is an enemy to the commonwealth. I am Marcus Brutus, Dr Grundy yonder is Casca. Do you recollect the precise number of the wounds of which Julius Caesar expired ? " " Six-and-twenty, I think, or thereabouts." " You are wrong, sir. I have it upon the most indubitable private testimony, that he received no less than eight-and- fifty, in different parts of his body; but those fifty-eight wounds, sir, are a mere scratch a flea-bite to what Picket may expect at my hands, if he persists in his present course. I will comb his hair for him presently, sir, to some purpose." Major Pocock said no more, but nodded his head suspi- ciously, folded his toga around him, and retired slowly to the privacy of his parlour. Ralph's store was fuller than ever. It is true that the ma- jority of the people had come thither to warm themselves and to gossip, but the remainder were laying out their money man- fully, and Ralph's boy was kept in a continual trot between one counter and the other. Picket immediately elbo"tved three WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. 325 or four of the most inveterate loungers aside, put a chair for me, and thrust a fresh log into the stove. u You will have your premises on fire," cried I, laughing ; " how can you bear this heat ? " " They like it," said Ralph in a whisper ; " four of those old women have been here ever since breakfast. Daniel Thumb's last words to me were, ' Don't spare the logs, my boy ; keep up a good fire; you can any time get rid of the company by let- ting it out.' " Mr Daniel Thumb (Ralph's predecessor) was a keen ob- server and able tactician ; he knew that settlers, in the winter time, like crickets, always congregated where there was the most warmth. What with the high temperature of the atmo- sphere, however, and the fumes of the tobacco, I was unable to enjoy the society and conversation of Ralph any longer on that occasion, and staggering to the door, made a rather precipitate exit. HEAP THE FIFTY-EIGHTH. The reader and I have enjoyed so many pleasant little ex- cursions into the woods together, that I shall not pause to de- scribe any of my numerous hunting adventures in the forests around the neighbourhood of Wakefield ; but there is a little circumstance connected with one of these rambles, of which, being a faithful historian, I deem it only proper to render some account. I had been toiling, encumbered with my rifle and a heavy pair of snow shoes, through the woods the greater portion of a very long, cold day; and, having torn my coat rather seriously with a troublesome briar, stopped at a small village on my way home, in the hope of finding some one who could repair the garment ; or ; at all events, arrange matters so that the two detached portions would hang together until I reached Wake- field. The house at which I paused to apply for assistance happened to be an inn, and the landlord told me he had got a 326 WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. tailor boarding with him, who, he doubted not, would be pleased to render himself of use to me. I accordingly followed my host up-stairs, and into the loft occupied by the tailor, who, the landlord having left us, set to work upon the dilapidated coat, and in less than a quarter of an hour imparted to it an air of tolerable respectability. But with every stitch the poor tailor gave, his red, weak eyes dropped a tear; while his sighs were so frequent and distressing, that my curiosity and sympathies became awakened, and I felt anxious to learn something of his history. " That will do very well," said I, as he helped me on with the coat, and I put half a dollar into his hand. He was about to run to the landlord for change, but I made a gesture indica- tive of perfect satisfaction. " Do you think there is an opening for a poor tailor, sir, in the neighbourhood you come from?" asked he, nervously. " I have no doubt there is. Why?" "I am in great trouble, sir; and haven't a friend in the world." " Let me hear the particulars of your case," said I, taking a seat by the stove, " and we will see what can be done." "My name is Jacob Towler. I come from New York. I rented a little shop in Broadway. I worked for a great many respectable gentlemen, and, among others, for my landlord, Mr Cyrus Pond, who used to pay me very handsomely for what I did, and got me a deal of custom, and would frequently come and sit in my little parlour, and talk to me quite in a friendly and familiar way. Once or twice, too, when the rent for my shop fell due, he wouldn't take it, but pushed it away, saying that I was an honest, hard-working fellow, and he wouldn't have a cent from me as long as I continued to merit his kind- ness. He seemed to have taken a great liking to me, sir; which, as I was a poor, industrious tailor, that had never re- ceived any education to fit me for the company of my betters, used to puzzle me very much ; and to this day, indeed, though my circumstances have changed, I have never been able to ac- count for all his good-nature." WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. 327 " You are a single man ?" " Oh no, sir; I have a wife." "Oh, you have a wife?" " Yes, sir," replied poor Jacob, with enthusiasm ; " the pret- tiest, and virtuosest, and innocentest little creetur in the world; and it's on her account that I've taken my troubles to heart so much." " Well, proceed with your tale. Your good-natured land- lord often came and sat with you, did he ? " ** Yes, sir; and frequently brought little presents for Mary such as a thimble, or a pair of scissors, or a needlecase; and once he gave her a gown, but it was too elegant a thing for a poor modest woman like her, and, much against my wish (for I liked to see her well-dressed), she made him take it back again. It was a strange thing, sir, that the more pleasant and affable he became to me, the more my wife seemed to dislike him, and the greater distance she always kept him at. It was injuring my prospects, and I tried to reason with her, but it was of no use; and at last she even refused to see him alto- gether when he came, and went to such lengths as to shut her- self up at the top of the house, and pretend to be ill. " And she never gave you a reason for all this ? " "Never; she was always silent upon the subject, though she seemed to grow more affectionate to myself with every visit the landlord paid. At last he got annoyed at Mary's rude behaviour (as was likely when he was so kind and affable to me), and said I hadn't treated him gratefully, and he must look up his arrears of rent. This was a heavy blow, as I had spent the money, and could not get more on such a sudden notice; so he flew into a passion, put the bailiffs in, sold me up, and I was obliged to fly, and seek a livelihood elsewhere." " And what became of Mary ?" " She went to stay witlTa sister, who lived in the neighbour- hood of Broadway, while I came up to Canada in the hope of establishing myself here. In the meantime, however, Mr Pond, the landlord of my old shop, saw Mary, and expressing himself sorry for what had passed, promised to set me up in 328 WHITTLINGS PROM THE WEST. business again, and give me a fresh start in life ; and offered to provide her with a home under his own roof, and let her sit at his own table, till we had got comfortably settled once more. But for all this kindness, and in spite of my persuasions, Mary rejected all his offers; and, if he came in at one door of the house, she would deliberately walk out at the other. This strange conduct (so against our interests) caused a coolness between us, and for some weeks I have neglected to write to her; so that I am quite ignorant whether she is living or dead; and my affairs and prospects are in that wretched state that I sometimes wish death would come and relieve me from my misery." Here the poor simple tailor bumped his elbows down upon the table, laid his head upon his hands, and shed a copious flood of tears. He looked the very personification of hopeless grief. "Have you enough money to pay your wife's passage hither?" I asked. "No, sir," replied Jacob, wiping a heavy drop or two away with his cuff; " I have not enough to pay my week's board at this hotel." " Well, I will arrange that for you. Come over to Wake- field. In the meantime, I will mention your misfortunes to a friend or two of mine, and we will endeavour to get up a little subscription for you. 1 should not be at all surprised if there is a capital opening for a tailor in Wakefield." Jacob was not slow in expressing his gratitude; nor did he fail to keep his appointment the next day, by which time Ralph Picket and I had collected, among the more respectable of the settlers in and around Wakefield, upwards of fifty dol- lars. It was proposed by Mr Tiber, and seconded by Major Pocock, that this money should be laid out in the purchase of a small log-house, and a- few articles of furniture for Jacob's immediate use. I submitted it as my opinion, however, that we had better first send for Jacob's pretty wife; but the sug- gestion met with strong opposition. The majority of Jacob's friends stated that such a journey in the winter season would cost a very heavy sum of money, as well as prove a most WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. 329 tedious affair to Mary herself; and it would' be "better for her to await the opening of the navigation. I objected to this de- lay, expressing myself unwilling to have the young lady left open to the addresses and in the power of a rascal like Mr Cyrus Pond and I was so fortunate as to carry the day ? whereupon Jacob actually saturated his pocket-handkerchief with tears of delight, and sat down to indite a letter to his faithful and exemplary young wife, as well as enclose an order upon one of the New York banks for a sum adequate to her immediate necessities. ******* Notwithstanding the utter contempt with which I regarded Major Pocock's threat to revenge himself upon 1 Ralph Picket (who was every day rendering himself more popular by distri- buting tea, coffee, treacle, sugar, and sundry other etceteras, gratis among the poorer settlers and widows of Wakefield), still I thought it right to give Ralph warning of the jealousy that was growing up in the bosom of his martial neighbour. The moment I had made the announcement, Ralph tucked a horse- whip under his coat, and went straight up to Major Pocock's store; but that gentleman, seeing Ralph approaching, and having some distant suspicion of the object of the visit, made his escape by a back-door r and took refuge in the forest. A rumour to this effect soon spread abroad, and Major Pocock, to re-establish himself in the good opinion of the public, chal- lenged Ralph Picket to mortal combat. Ralph accepted it, and applied to me to act as his second in the affair ; to which proposal I, after having vainly endeavoured to make peace be- tween the parties, at length acceded. Dr Gruridy, as the major's friend, therefore at once waited upon me to settle the preliminaries. I had previously agreed with Ralph on the line of conduct it would be expedient to pursue. After naming a convenient time and place,. Dr Grnndy proposed fowling- pieces. I insisted, however, that, as Ralph Picket was the challenged party, the choice of weapons lay with him, and hinted that he intended to provide himself for the occasion with an Indian bow and six arrows. 330 WHITTLINGS FEOM THE WEST. " An Indian bow and six arrows ! " echoed Dr Grundy, with much indignation ; " who ever heard of such a preposterous proposal ! I cannot listen to it." "But the major," interposed I, "shall not be compelled to use similar weapons ; he may consult his own taste in the choice of them. It is a matter of no moment, provided we can but come to an amicable understanding respecting the distance. What do you think of twenty yards, sir ? " The doctor, as I had anticipated, shook his head. " We had better say sixty," replied he, after a short interval spent in reflection ; " and either party, after the first discharge, shall be at liberty to advance upon the other as he pleases." " That matter is quite settled then ; and now, with regard to the implement your friend intends to patronise." " A fowling-piece ; double-barrel, patent breech." "Single ball, of course?" " No ; slugs they scatter better." " I object to slugs." " Then it must be single ball," replied Dr Grundy, with the air of a man who wished to render society a service, and had been prevented. And we parted, with mutual bows. At an early hour the following morning, the parties were upon the ground, as well as upwards of fifty spectators for the affair had made a great noise in the neighbourhood, and there was a novelty attending it which was provocative of a more than ordinary share of curiosity. The spot selected for the purpose was a small patch of partial clearing, at the back of the settlement, and on the skirts of the forest. It had seven trees upon it, which were given as cover. Ralph Picket had three, and the four remaining ones fell to the lot of Major Pocock ; who, armed with his long double-barrelled fusee, drew all eyes upon himself, and appeared anxious to open the campaign. The snow was thick upon the ground, but it had got well beaten down, or " packed," and offered a tolerably fair footing to the belligerents. Ralph Picket wore an immense pair of Canadian jack-boots a portion of his stock-in-trade. I had seen but one other WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. 331 such pair, and those belonged to the pilot who brought the Golightly up the St Lawrence to Quebec. " Why do you encumber yourself with these things ? " asked I of Picket. " Because the top of the right one will serve all the purpose of a quiver/' replied he ; and, sure enough, there were the feathers of the long arrows peering above it. " Now remember your promise, Ralph," was my parting in- junction, as he took up his position; "let there be as little bloodshed as possible : the right arm, or the shoulder, or the fleshy part of the thigh." Ralph nodded, and gave his bowstring a twang, which made several of the bystanders look round and jump. I saw Harry Tiber, disguised, stationed behind a tree at a little distance, but affected to be unconscious of his presence, and, retiring a few paces, gave the word for the combatants to engage. Major Pocock raised his gun quickly to the present, but, before he had properly adjusted its aim, an arrow glanced along the polished barrel of the piece, and passed between his right eye and shoulder. He flinched, but recovered himself, levelled again, and fired, though not before the nimble Ralph had comfortably ensconced his person behind a tree, where he was leisurely fitting a fresh arrow, and watching an opportu- nity. The next minute Major Pocock had an arrow sticking in his thigh, and the pain of the infliction caused him to dis- charge his second barrel, without in any way bettering his prospects. He then ran to cover, and began to re-load ; but Picket's policy would not admit of a measure like this, and, before the major had rammed down his powder, another arrow took effect in his cravat, a fourth fleshed his arm from wrist to elbow, and a fifth went between his legs; whereupon, without waiting the arival of the sixth, Major Pocock uttered a wild whoop of rage, turned his back upon his victorious assailant, and ingloriously fled the field, amid the deafening shouts of all the assembled spectators. 332 WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. HEAP THE FIFTY-NINTH. A funeral in the bush is a rather curious affair. It has little of the solemnity that usually attends a ceremony of the kind in the Old Country. No one is invited on the occasion, but a public notice that such a person is dead, with an intima- tion of the day fixed for his interment, is given, and every settler who wishes to pay respect to the deceased by following his body to the grave may attend and do so. Thus far all is well and respectably transacted, but the sequel to the business is not conducted with the same degree of decency. The mo- ment the settlers have got out of the meeting-house, in which the funeral sermon has been preached, they hurry helter-skelter to the spot where dust is to be returned to dust, the coffin is unceremoniously lowered into the earth, no beautiful and affect- ing words are breathed over it, the soil and snow are shovelled in, and the crowd begins noisily to disperse. All the " mourn- ers" then, according to a previous understanding, adjourn to an adjacent tavern, and drink deeply till the hour of parting arrives, when a ludicrous scene takes place. The company, who are all more or less drunk, scramble into their sleighs (of which there will be perhaps as many as thirty, each containing from ten to a score of people), and away they go, in the merriest mood imaginable, the mellow tinkling of a thousand bells mak- ing them jovial music as they slip along. In a few minutes, however, the leading sleigh meets with an accident, and stops; on which all those bringing up the rear are obliged to stop also; and a great deal of confusion and delicate abuse is the result. The strap is mended, and away they slide again, till an intoxi- cated gentleman in No. 3 has the misfortune to lose his balance and fall out a disaster which occasions a fresh delay; but the difficulty is remedied, whips are cracked, and the bells resume their jingle. Presently another refractory settler from No. 5 slides from his perch into the deep snow, and a third stoppage ensues, but the drunken gentleman, whose heels are uppermost, declines all proffered civilities, and refuses to be meddled with ; WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. 333 upon which the whole caravan once more gets under way. Three or four more settlers shortly tumble out into the soft drift, but nobody affects to be aware of it, and thus, dropping upon an average two to the mile, " on they fare," until the corner of the road is turned, night closes in, and the procession is lost to sight. Church service in the backwoods retains much of its primi- tive simplicity. Perhaps the settlement cannot afford to build a church, and then an old barn or log hut is fitted up for the pur- pose. We will fancy it is Sunday morning. We enter, and take our seats anywhere, as those are all free. There is a great jingling of sleigh-bells at the door. Half a dozen settlers arrive, and crowd round the stove to warm themselves, as well as three large dogs, which bump their heavy frames down upon the hearth, and fall asleep at once. More jingling of bells; more sleighs ; and in strides the principal storekeeper and chief magistrate of the district, a gentleman in a fustian jacket and grey trousers. Next comes his lady, wrapped to the very eyes in fur; and next, the doctor and his daughters, with three more dogs, which wage instant war with the other dogs, respecting the choicest positions around the fire. More jingling of sleigh- bells, and more arrivals of people with frost-bitten ears and noses, which have to be rubbed briskly with handfuls of snow, that being the sole antidote for a calamity of the kind. The hut is now tolerably full, but the door again opens, and two more dogs sneak noiselessly in, with their -tails very low, as though they had come late, and were rather ashamed of it. There is no attempt made by anybody to drive out the dogs, as they generally behave pretty well. More arrivals : the cobbler ; the tailor; the blacksmith; two more dogs; and three elderly ladies with umbrellas. In fact, everybody has arrived now but the parson, and there are no symptoms of his advent whatever. The settlers look at each other. The magistrate draws out his watch, and glances behind him at the doctor, who shrugs his shoulders. " Hark ! now he is coming," they whisper. No yes no. The door again swings back on its hinges, and an- other tall mastiff presents himself. Hist ! sleigh-bells in the 334 WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. distance nearer nearer yet it is he at last ! and in walks the parson with a very red face, when the whole of the congre- gation rise to their feet, and the service commences. Sometimes, if the morning should prove unusually severe, or the minister has a friend staying with him, he will not make his appearance until the evening, and then candles are stuck round the hut, in any cranny or crevice that offers, and these the more enterprising members of the congregation are privileged to snuff with their fingers. On one occasion I saw an officious old settler mount a bench to perform this feat, and drop the fragment of red-hot wick upon the bald part of a neighbour's head, who expressed his obligations in very explicable terms. The settlers are always cool and self-possessed. A farmer takes his long sleigh-whip into church with him; a lady deposits her galoshes, and muff, and gauntlets, upon the communion-table; and no one hesitates to rise and warm him or herself at the stove as often as inclination prompts. Seventeen dogs, eight babies, and thirty settlers, are considered a tolerably fair con- gregation. 1 was present at several "bees" and " breakdowns," but fes- tivities of this nature have been so frequently described by per- sons who have written accounts of their travels in the bush, that I do not think I could say anything at all interesting or novel upon the subject. It will perhaps surprise you to learn that Wakefield boasted of a theatre. It was pointed out to me by a respectable and intelligent young settler, who, however, shrugged his shoulders when he spoke of it, and said that he feared theatricals and matters of that sort had met with their death-blow in "Wake- field. The people, he remarked, were rather sore on the subject of public assemblages and exhibitions. I asked him why so; and, with a confidential air, he related the substance of the fol- lowing grave story, which is, I fancy, a pretty fair illustration of itinerant Yankee character, and almost worthy of classifica- tion with the celebrated tale of the wooden nutmegs. Some months prior to my arrival in the settlement, an ex- tremely genteel-looking American gentleman (Professor Yow) WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. 335 had visited it, and given the inhabitants to understand that he had an idea of establishing a WHISTLING SCHOOL. He accord- ingly took the theatre for the purpose, distributed his cards, and appointed an evening for the delivery of his first lesson in the art. Upwards of fifty of the young farmers, thinking it would be a graceful sort of acquirement, gave their attendance. The professor received the money himself at the door, and, when they had all assembled, took his place opposite them upon the platform, behind a small table, made a short appropriate speech, drank a little water, rapped the table with his cane to com- mand attention, and cried, " PREPARE TO PUCKER." It occurred to Professor Yow's pupils that the admonition was a somewhat singular one, but they contrived to preserve their gravity, and await the result. " Gentlemen, are you all ready?" asked he "Yes, quite," was the reply. "Very good," said Professor Yow; "then PUCKER!" The young farmers looked at each other, as they stood in a row, with their eyebrows elevated and their mouths screwed up (it must be remembered that they had not yet received the order to whistle, which, I suppose, was a subsequent affair altogether), and the sight was so parti- cularly absurd a one, that two or three of the party laughed, several others followed the example, and presently the whole room was in a roar; upon which Professor Yow, pretend- ing to be much disgusted and hurt at their conduct, de- camped privately from the stage, locked the door of the barn, and, putting the key in his pocket, left the company puckering, and unable either to express their mortification, or effect their escape. " You will have the kindness not to mention a word of the story again," said the young farmer, when he had com- pleted his narration, " as it might get wind about the country, and I am afraid, if it did, we should never hear the last of it.' 336 WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. HEAP THE SIXTIETH. " A note from Mr Picket, sir," said a servant, as I sat one morning at breakfast with Mr and Mrs Tiber " a note from Mr Picket, sir, upon important business, and requiring an im- mediate answer." Mr Tiber begged ine to open it without loss of time. Ralph wished to see me the moment I was disengaged, and I sent word that I would be with him directly. On my way down, I had occasion to pass Crazy Joe. He was standing, with his legs stretched to their utmost width, in the middle of the road, over a large tin wash-hand basin and a bar of yellow soap. It was the first time -Joe had been known to wash himself, and he was performing the operation with a proportionate degree of energy and good-will. He used some very exceptionable language, and cast a most satariic glance upon me as I drew near him ; but the sight of the stout cudgel I carried had the effect of nipping in the bud many of those delicate little attentions which he would otherwise have felt disposed to lavish upon me. " What is the matter, Ralph ? " said I, as we shook hands, and seated ourselves one on either side of the stove. " I am thinking of retiring from business," replied Picket. " I'm tired of it. I shall sell off by auction. Huge placards tremendous sacrifice and all that sort of thing." " But it will not do to lose money." " Lose ! I have been a gainer. Look here ; cast your eye up that column." " True. Is this all profit ? " " Every cent." " You have not taken your first outlay into consideration ; where is that ? " " Eh ? ah yes to be sure ; I forgot that. Of course it should not be lost sight of." " Very well, put that down in figures here, and deduct the other sum from it. How does ;the account stand then ? " WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. 337 " Nothing from two is a two," muttered Picket, making the required calculation ; " fifteen from twenty-four leaves a nine, and carry one. Humph ! there must be some mistake here. Examine it yourself." I examined it, and looked rather grave. " Don't forget the stock on hand," said Ralph ; " things are not so bad, after all." " You must get a clever auctioneer." " I will be my own auctioneer. Yes, you may laugh, I don't care for that. By the by, I have a favour to beg of you. I shall want some trustworthy person to receive the cash. Will you undertake the office of treasurer?" " Willingly. When is the affair to come off? " " This day week. I am sending handbills all round the country. We shall have a glorious muster, depend on it. And, with regard to your future movements, do you intend to remain in Wakefield ? " *' No ; I am for change." " Give me your hand. There will be nothing to keep us here ; what say you to be moving on in the direction of the Grand River? " " With all my heart ; I want to be in Montreal by the open- ing of the navigation." " And / in Quebec, to bid farewell to one or two of my bro- ther officers before I embark for England. It is all arranged then. I wish the sale was over, and our knapsacks already on our backs." HEAP THE SIXTY-FIRST. Picket's store was crowded to suffocation on the morning of the sale. There were settlers from all the surrounding villages. Wakefield had never been so full. Picket was in very good spirits. " I shouldn't care if all the world were here," whispered he in my ear, " as long as there are none of the officers of the th. I should never hear the last of it ; " and Ralph be- gan to read the conditions of the sale. 338 WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. He was interrupted by Major Pocock, who inquired (sar- castically) whether he (Picket) had got a license ; intimating further, that, if so, he should like to see it. " Have the kindness to step this way, then," said Ralph, clutching his hammer with some ferocity. Major Pocock made one step forward, and then two back. Dr Grundy, who, like his friend, had not endeavoured to render himself at all pleasant, effected a hasty retrograde movement also. Picket cast a contemptuous glance upon both, and opened the business of the day. The company, who had all been previously regaled with biscuits and wine, were in a buying mood, and Ralph's goods fetched most exorbitant prices. A great deal of merriment and jocularity, too, was occasioned by his very off-hand and original mode of performing the auctioneer. His person and address were both pleasing to them, and the enthusiasm of the assembly reached an extraordinary pitch. It was a somewhat novel and droll position for a young aristocrat, and a lieu- tenant in Her Majesty's forces to occupy, and Ralph fully entered into the whim of the hour. Nor did Picket think of himself only, as will be seen by the following pleasant little passages in his business-like proceedings. "Lot 54, ladies and gentlemen," cried he, "is an exceed- ingly handsome four-post bed; pillar and claw, I believe or castors but it comes to the same thing hangings, and all the etcetera complete. A most admirable piece of workmanship; fix a price upon it, somebody, if you please; anything you like." (Here Ralph hammered a noisy young settler's head, and told him not to talk.) "A hundred dollars, shall we say? Well, fifty forty thirty. Twenty then there !" Somebody nodded. "Twenty that will do for a start; twenty-one; twenty- two thank you, madam twenty-five; thirty; thirty- two it's against you now thirty-six; thirty-eight; forty; forty much obliged forty-two; forty-four; forty-six deeply grate- ful, I am sure; forty-eight in two places; fifty" (alow bow); "fifty-two just the price of the bolster going at fifty-two WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. 339 pray be quick fifty-four; fifty-six now we are getting on fifty-eight any gentleman like to try the bed, shall be happy to let him do so fifty-eight; sixty; sixty without reserve, recollect; sixty-two; sixty-four not half its value, but must go; sixty-six; going at siKty-six; sixty-six, once; sixty -six, twice; third and last time s ; thank you, it was nearly gone; sixty -eight silence; sixty-eight cheap as dirt, upon my honour be quick or you lose it sixty-eight; once more at sixty-eight; third and last time" (very loud) "at sixty- eight;" and down went the hammer. "Jacob Towler," said Ralph, making an entry of the tran- saction. " I didn't bid, sir," cried Jacob Towler, in a terrified voice ; "it's a mistake indeed." " You nodded, sir," said Ralph, severely. " I did not, I am sure, sir," persisted Jacob. "I will appeal to anybody here," cried Ralph, looking round, " whether Mr Jacob Towler did not buy that last lot ? I call upon you to speak the truth, and state whether Jacob Towler did not make me a bidding." " Yes, yes, he did, he did," exclaimed several voices, for the settlers thought the lot had gone dear, and were anxious not to have business delayed; so the bewildered Jacob was pro- nounced to be the purchaser of the four-post bed and hangings. Nor did the poor tailor's bewilderment end here ; for a second, third, and fourth lot were knocked down to him under simi- larly mysterious circumstances. In addition to the four-post bed, therefore, he now found himself the proprietor of a hand- some table, six chairs, an American clock, a sofa, several pic- tures, a carpet, a fender, and a set of fire-irons. In each in- stance Ralph said that Jacob nodded, and the settlers one and all (for the articles had gone dear) offered to take their affi- davits that such was precisely the state of the case. Nor were these the only misunderstandings that arose. There was an elderly widow lady, in very reduced circum- stances, to whom several lots, consisting of a barrel of sugar, a gigantic canister of tea, and a quantity of choice printed 340 WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. calico dresses, were successively knocked down. The widow lady, to the last, protested her innocence of all intention to purchase the effects named, but Picket, who could not have been mistaken, said that he saw her head move when he looked at her; and upon his appealing to the bystanders touching the fact of her having so done, they declared stoutly that there was no mistake at all about it. A third misunderstanding which took place affected the in- terests of a lone emigrant Irish lady, by name Mrs O'Flanna- gan, whose husband had lately been killed by the fall of a tree. This distressed female was convicted of having effected no less than three purchases; to wit, a bale of flannel, two barrels of flour, six couples of pattens, a jar of honey, thirteen pairs of warm winter stockings, seven pounds of raisins, a scarlet cloak, a flitch of bacon, some useful chamber crockery, and four deal boot-jacks. Ralph Picket maintained that Mrs O'Flan- nagari was the purchaser of these goods; and to Mrs O'Flan- nagan the purchase of them was accordingly attributed. Thus ended the first day's sale. There was a great, confusion afterwards, when the settlers came to remove their respective lots. Ralph's memoranda were more copious than explicit, and many awkward alterca- tions respecting the amount each purchaser had to pay natu- rally accrued. The reader will not feel surprised, therefore, to learn, that when, other business being over, Jacob Towler, the reduced widow lady, and the distressed Mrs O'Flannagan, pre- sented themselves before him, Picket shut up the memorandum- book sharply, refused to go into further particulars, descended from his perch, and handing the astonished parties receipts in full for their responsibilities, bade them get their wares away at once, and not give him any further trouble in the matter, injunctions which they fulfilled with very great alacrity. The second day's sale passed off in every whit as amicable and pleasant a manner, and was productive of a trifling little incident to which I cannot forbear adverting. "When Ralph Picket purchased the good-will and stock-in-trade of Daniel Thumb, he bought the house and premises with it, and, among WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. 341 other things, Daniel's spirited little horse. This horse was in- cluded in Picket's extensive sale by auction, and had beeti knocked down to Major Pocock, who outbade everybody. But the major was so imprudent as to leave the animal all night in the shed at the back of the log- house lately occupied by Picket. As the natural result of such imprudence, the fol- lowing morning, when the major went to take possession of the quadruped, the horse was gone, and in its place stood a forlorn- looking brute, that was blind of one eye, lame of three legs, had a nose curved like a sickle, and not above six bristles in his tail. Major Pocock drew the afflicted animal out by the halter, and led him round the settlement, in the hope of stimu- lating the sympathies of his acquaintance. But unfortunately the spectacle rather excited their risibilities than otherwise; and with much wrath, and many hearty execrations, Major Pocock led his melancholy purchase back to its stall. It will be almost superfluous for me to add, that the perpetrators of the outrage were never dragged to justice. HEAP THE SIXTY-SECOND. It was not without regret that I turned my back upon the little village of VVukefield. It is true that the settlement itself had few attractions for me, but I had become very partial to the society of Mr and Mrs Tiber, and bade them farewell with a great deal of reluctance. I had every inducement to spend the remaining portion of the winter under their hospi- table roof; but, as Picket had decided upon leaving the place, and he had my promise to become his " compagnon de voyage," I concealed my dissatisfaction in the best manner I could, and held myself in readiness to start with him upon the morning appointed. Ralph was in unusually low spirits when he mounted the sleigh so low, indeed, that I began to fear he was taken se- 342 WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. riously ill. He assured me, however, that there was nothing the matter ; that he was accustomed to these low fits, and begged me not to take any notice of him. Just then some of the settlers came to shake us by the hand once more, and among the rest came Major Pocock. " Good-by, gentlemen ; Heaven preserve you both/' cried the major, with excessive politeness and feeling. " Your me- mory will be truly dear to us. I hope you will neither of you catch cold, nor get your noses frozen. Our settlement is ex- periencing a most serious loss to-day. This is a painful busi- ness, gentlemen." " Pray drive on," muttered Ralph, " or I shall be doing that worthy fellow some grievous bodily harm ;" and, waving our hands again to Harry Tiber, and throwing a parting token of our esteem to Crazy Joe (who was picking a plump fowl on an adjacent door-step), we dashed into the depths of the surround- ing forest. " Direct for Bytown, on the Ottawa, eh ? " asked Ralph. " Yes ; there is a fine fall there which I have a desire to see. We shall reach it to-morrow night, and the next evening but one, if you wish it, we can be in Montreal." " I don't know why I should think so," said Ralph ; " but I have a presentiment that I shall never see Montreal any more." " Are we to be eaten by wolves then to-night, or squeezed by a bear in the morning which ? Why do you talk in this foolish way?" " I can't help it. I have had an unpleasant dream. I fan- cied I saw you digging a grave in the snow, and laying me in it." " You had expressed a wish to be buried alive, I suppose? " " No ; I was dead, and there was blood upon your hands." " I killed you then ; was that it ? " " I don't know who killed me, but I saw blood upon your hands ; and when you had buried me, you made a great fire, and sat by it, warming yourself, and glancing about with a wild look that I shall not easily forget. Yes, you may make WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. 343 light of the matter, but it has had a deeper effect upon me than I can conveniently explain." " I am not a believer in dreams," said I, urging the horse to greater speed ; and neither of us spoke again for more than an hour, when we stopped to bait at a lonely farm-house. By the time we had resumed our journey, the day was drawing to a close. Night then set in, and Picket manifested a disposition to fall asleep ; but I told him, if he did, he would never awake any more, as the cold was intense. He roused himself, but soon grew drowsy again ; and this time I was obliged to shake him by the coat collar, before I could get him to open his eyes. ** You had better drive, Ralph," said I, handing him the whip and reins ; " it will keep you awake." Picket nodded, and received them. Presently he gave me a violent prod with his elbow. "What is the matter?" I asked. "You were going to sleep. We had better both drive. You take the one rein, and I will take the other." In this manner we proceeded another ten miles through the dismal pine forests. We then drew" up at a miserable log inn, and called for a bed. As there was no accommodation for the horse, I insisted upon having him in the hut near the stove. The landlord, who lived a solitary life, and was a most ruf- fianly-looking fellow, objected at first ; but an offer of proper remuneration overcame his scruples, and Picket and I refreshed ourselves with a comfortable night's repose. In the morning, the settler entered the room abruptly, as I was getting up, and told me that the horse was stiff. Our vil- lanous host had opened the door of the house long ere daylight, and driven the animal out into the cold. Picket and I told the fellow in good round terms that he was a brute, and re- fused to give him one cent for our night's lodging. He grew insolent, and, threatening to detain us till we had discharged our bill, slammed the door to. One blow from Picket's rifle- stock, however, accompanied by a vigorous kick from myself, sent it flying from the hinges ; and, shouldering each his knapsack, we proceeded upon our journey on foot. 344 WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. HEAP THE SIXTY-THIRD. Day had broken gloriously ; the skies wore their purest azure, and the rising sun was moving in unclouded grandeur up the blue firmament above. The graceful trees, attired in their delicate mantles of snow, caught the vermil tints of his early ray, and seemed to smile in the welcome light. Squirrels sprang from bough to bough ; high over the topmost twig of the tallest pine a few wild birds were wheeling in the frozen air ; and now and then, as we gaily trudged along, the expand- ing ice on either side our path would explode with a sound like the sharp ring of musketry, or the roar of a mimic can- nonade. For eight hours did Picket and I toil on through the snow- laden woods, and, at the expiration of that time, as there did not appear to be much probability of our meeting with another log inn, we kindled a fire, and sat down on the trunk of a fallen hemlock, with the intention of resting ourselves, and partaking of our slender stock of refreshments. Picket had recovered his usual flow of spirits, and was just drawing my attention to the exquisite white drapery of a gigantic cedar a little in front of us, when the quick crack of a rifle fell upon my ear, and Ralph dropped back helplessly into my arms. My surprise was so perfect, that for a moment I was incapable of either thought or action ; then I turned my head in the di- rection whence the missile of death must have proceeded, and a second bullet whistled close past my ear. I laid poor Picket's head quickly upon a little heap of soft leaves, and seizing my loaded piece, ran as fast as I could toward the spot where I supposed the assassin to be lurking. I saw the prints of re- treating snow-shoes, and followed up the trail for some dis- tance, but, as my feet were not similarly shod, I had great difficulty in making my way over the snow, and soon saw that pursuit would be useless. The fiercest impulses of rage and revenge were working in my breast, but I strove to be calm, and returned to my wounded friend. A crimson foam stood WHITTLINGS FKOM THE WEST. 345 upon his lips. I cut open his coat, and baring the manly breast beneath, saw a little blue mark upon its left side. I spoke to Ralph ; he gave no reply. I placed my hand upon his heart ; it had ceased to throb. Life was extinct. Picket was a corpse ! As I replaced the linen over his bosom, the miniature of a young and beautiful girl slipped into my hand. I looked at the blooming features, and thought how pale their original would grow, could she for whose sake that treasured gift had been worn, be conscious of what was at this moment passing in the snow-clad solitudes of a distant land. My resolution was soon taken, but Picket had first to be put out of the reach of the wolves, who are able to scent their prey from a long distance. I scraped a quantity of snow together, and, building a sort of cave, placed the body in it, and imme- diately in front made a fire calculated to last many hours. By the time I had done this, the forest was growing grey with the shadows of evening, but I was not to be diverted from my purpose. I waited until the moon rose (a moonlight winter's night in Canada has almost the brilliancy of day), and, taking my rifle, put myself again upon the trail of the snow-shoes. For a considerable distance the prints were quite apparent, and went steadily on in one direction; but at length they branched suddenly to the left, and finally disappeared in the beaten track of a clearing. I saw instantly that some artifice had been practised here, so I returned to the spot where the trail had diverged, and proceeding straight onward, in place of go- ing to the left, examined the snow very carefully. The impos- ture was evident. The wearer of the shoes had walked back- wards, and covered the prints of his steps with loose drift as he went. He had persevered in this manoeuvre for upwards of a hundred and fifty yards, and then, deeming the secret of his course safe, had found himself able to dispense with the troublesome but ingenious deception to which his fears had in- duced him to have resort. Notwithstanding, however, that I had now a most palpable trail to direct my movements, I made but slow progress. I 346 WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. had no snow-shoes, and few people who have never experi- enced a difficulty of the kind, can conceive the amount of fatigue that a hunter, unprovided with such necessary appendages, has to endure in journeying through a snow-clogged pine forest. Every stride he takes buries his leg to the hip, and it is only by dint of a strong effort that he is able to release it again. The constant repetition of this wearying process, added to the innumerable falls and bruises he from time to time meets with, soon exhaust as well his mental equanimity as his corporeal energies, and he has frequent occasion to pause for the recruitment of both. But no provocations or fatigues could have worked a change in my purposes, or induced me to shrink from the task I had imposed upon myself; and I stumbled onward with a sort of calm doggedness, and spirit of desperation, such as no event of my life had ever awakened in me before. I was not surprised to find the shoe-prints leading me in the direction of the log inn at which Ralph and I had passed the previous night. I had from the first suspected the owner of this place to be the murderer of Picket. I drew the old charge from my rifle, substituted a fresh one, capped the nipple anew, and stole cautiously to within twenty yards of the door. The dead horse lay near. The wolves had eaten part of him, and I doubted not that the return of the settler from his errand of blood had scared them from the repast ; and yet no sound pro- ceeded from the hut. I tried the door ; it was fast. I went to the back, raised the latch noiselessly, and entered. I heard the dismal ticking of a clock, but nothing more. I walked into the next room. The bed had not been slept in. Perhaps the villain feared for his safety, and had fled. Perhaps he had gone out, and would return. I could wait. There was a species of loft above, and this I had not yet ex- plored. It was approached by a narrow ladder, and I ascended at once. The moon showed me another bed here, but finding it empty, I returned below, and sat down by the stove, which still contained some warm embers. The monotonous ticking of the clock annoyed me. It seemed to say, "Poor Ralph WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. 347 Picket poor Ralph Picket poor Ralph Picket!" I arose from my seat, and was about to lift my hand to the pendulum, with a view of stopping its loquacity, when, as though the machine was revenging the insult, one of the upper weights ran furiously down, and, with a sort of brazen yell, the alarum went off. I was strangely startled, and without accomplishing my intention, resumed my seat. No sooner had I done so, than the clock again seemed to say, " Poor Ralph Picket poor Ralph Picket poor Ralph Picket!" So I arose a second time, and stopped the nuisance effectually. Then there was a profound stillness, and I felt doubly alone. I remained in the log hut, waiting the settler's re-appear- ance, until morning began to break, and then I was seized with a kind of impression that the wolves had found Picket's body, and were devouring it. With much reluctance, there- fore, I determined to return, and give his remains decent inter- ment. I left the house as quietly as I had entered it; but be- fore I had proceeded a hundred yards an idea occurred to me, and I retraced my steps. I found some straw and other com- bustibles in a shed near, and taking a quantity back with me, placed them on the floor of the hut. I next piled all the settler's chairs and tables upon them, applied some live embers from the stove, and, opening the window to create a circula- tion of air, once more took my departure. In a few minutes the whole hut and back premises were in a blaze, and, looking back, I saw the snow melting from the branches of the sur- rounding trees, and, freezing again as it ran, form itself into long luminous pillars of ice, which imparted an unusual bril- liancy to the conflagration, and presented one of the most gor- geous spectacles I have ever beheld. I found Picket's body unharmed. The wolves had been prowling about the spot, but the fire had prevented them from committing their intended abominations. The corpse was frozen, and fixed so fast to the snow that I could scarcely raise it from the ground. I wished to bury it in such a manner as would baffle the ingenuities of the pack of hungry animals that I felt sure were lurking somewhere in the neighbourhood. In 348 WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. my anxiety for the safe disposal of Picket's body, too, I alto- gether overlooked the probability of the wolves presently com- ing back, and attacking me in the midst of rny operations. I was the whole of the day in scooping a fit grave for Ralph. I had not only to remove the snow, which was several feet in thickness, but to dig down some distance into the hard earth beneath, that he might not be disturbed any more until the last dread trump should summon him to confront his assassin. At length the task was completed, and I placed him in that long home, with the miniature on his breast, and his face turned to England. A sigh was his only requiem, a tear was his only epitaph; but the blue skies of a lovely clime will canopy his slumbers, arid her oaks drop acorns on his grave! ******* Evening had closed in when I reached a settlement. I took the landlord of the inn, who was also a magistrate, aside, and communicating the whole of the particulars of the murder to him, asked his advice. He told me that, if I wished him to do so, he would have the affair investigated ; but, in the event of that, he should have to detain me, unless I would give him my word of honour to appear when my presence was required. " As this will be a great clog to your movements, however/' said the worthy magistrate, " I advise you to allow the affair to drop altogether." " What ! and let the villain who murdered him escape? No, I will wait." "Then we must have the body disinterred, and hold an in- quest over it." "Is that absolutely necessary?" " Yes. Was he rich or poor, high or low born?" "Rich high! why do you ask? Death makes all equal." "Has he any valuables on his person?" " Money, a miniature, and a jewel or two." " Tell me where you have buried him," said the settler with a glistening eye. " It is a pity that the poor lad should lie there. I will have him taken up and put into the settlement graveyard. Describe the position of the spot." WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. 349 " Go, without turning either to right or left, along the con- cession line of road, until you come to a burnt pine, bare of branch or leaf. Then take two hundred paces in the direction of the rising sun, and dig." "The body is there?" "Dig dig till you find it;" and, waving my hand to the covetous innkeeper, I bade the scene of poor Picket's last moments a final adieu-. HEAP THE SIXTY-FOURTH. Bytown possessed few attractions for me. I had letters of introduction, but I was not in the mood to cultivate or enjoy the society of strangers, and determined, as soon as I had visited the cataract, for which the place is famous, to proceed without delay to Montreal. I accordingly walked down at once to this cataract; but, although it is a fine one, I was upon the whole grievously disappointed." I had pictured to myself a terrific cascade, surrounded by wild and romantic scenery. The spot boasted of no such charms. I found a suspension- bridge, and several extremely unpicturesque-looking houses, and premises, and people ; and am not quite certain whether I did not catch a distant glimpse of something like a canal-lock, but I did not look again for a confirmation of my suspicions, and went rapidly back to the town, with the intention of engaging a sleigh and pair of horses for the morrow. On the morrow I started from Bytown for Montreal. The day was lovely, and, had I been in better spirits, I should have enjoyed the drive very much. My course lay down the Ottawa not along its banks, but upon the river itself which was of course frozen over, and hidden under a yard depth of snow. I stopped to dine at Lochaber, and to sleep at a village called (if my memory serves me) Hawkesbury. The next morning early I jumped into the sleigh again, and had the good fortune, presently, to meet with a rather agreeable adventure. 350 WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. Two exceedingly pretty, rosy peasant girls, and a handsome, manly young fellow their brother, who were proceeding to Montreal to be present at a wedding, had been overturned into the snow. Their horse had grown restive, and kicked the sleigh almost to pieces. They were in an extremity of grief, and altogether despaired of reaching the place of rendezvous by the appointed time. The gentleman stormed, and stamped, and shook his fist at the lamed horse, and the young ladies wrung their hands and wept at intervals. Matters were at this cri- tical pass when I arrived upon the spot, and tendered any as- sistance it might be in my power to render. " You are very obliging," said the gentleman, *' but nothing can be done, I fear; the sleigh is broken to atoms, and as for the horse ;" and here he began to abuse the animal afresh. " Pray, are you bound for Montreal ?" asked he, as soon as the fit was over. " Yes, and can accommodate two of you in my sleigh. I fear a third would be more than I could manage; still, if " ** Will you kindly allow these two ladies a seat with you It is a good deal to ask, but what can be done ? I will follow on foot, or perhaps I may be able to hire a horse at the next settlement." Our arrangements were soon made. The ladies deposited themselves by my side, and I drove on. Their brother, how- ever, ran after me, and begged that I would oblige him with my card. I produced one, and he seemed perfectly satisfied with the whole proceeding the moment he had learned that I was an Englishman. The nearer we drew to Lower Canada, the keener grew the climate. At last the cold became so intense, that I was obliged to resign the reins to one of the sisters (their names were Vic- toire and Terese), and beat my hands violently together, to restore the suspended circulation. Soon afterwards the plump little hands of Terese got into the same disastrous state, and (Yictoire having now taken the reins) the office of patting and chafing devolved upon myself. Then it was Victoire's turn to freeze, and similar specifics had to be resorted to again, accom- WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. 351 panied by applications of snow to the extremities of her refrac- tory little fingers, which, under a less skilful mode of treat- ment, would never have recovered their natural warmth and properties. And thus " on we fared," through the quiet vil- lages of St Rose, St Andrews, St Eustache (the battle-ground of the late rebellion), St Martin, St Lawrence, and at length, as day drew to a close, over the Isle of Jesu, to the gay and beautiful city of Montreal. HEAP THE SIXTY-FIFTH. I had no sooner established myself in my old quarters at Montreal (where it was my intention to remain until the ice should break up), than I went to call upon some of my old friends, among the principal of whom was Colonel Banjo. I paused at the gate of his pretty villa, for there was a gloom about the place which struck a chill to my heart. The blinds were down ; some of the shutters were closed ; and the colonel's great Newfoundland dog failed to greet me as I approached. All this looked bad. It was evident that great changes had taken place. I went round to a back-door, and saw an old woman walking slowly and thoughtfully up and down the large room with the bow windov/, which looked out upon the garden. She had her hands behind her, and was pacing the bare boards with an air very similar to that of Napoleon at Elba. I inquired for Colonel Banjo. She shook her head. 'Is he dead?" I asked. "No, not dead; oh dear, no." " What is the matter then ?" " He has got himself into trouble. Did you ever hear him talk of one Major Bilberry?" " Yes ; I have met him here once or twice." " Ah ! " and the old lady shook her head again in a manner which plainly indicated that she thought no good of him. I then learned that the colonel had become security to a consi- 352 WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. derable amount for bis friend the major, and very nearly ruined himself. He had saved a little from the wreck of his fortunes, however, and removed to a small cottage, shut up in a garden, a short distance out on the other side of the mountain. I was anxious to see my hospitable old friend once more, and pro- ceeded direct to his hermitage. He was sitting by the stove, in a sort of greenhouse, and smoking a cigar with much placidity; but the moment he saw me, he sprang to his feet, extended his hand, and, taking me into his little parlour, called loudly for Mrs Colonel Banjo and his daughter the daughter who used to play so charmingly upon the piano. " It's all over," said the colonel, as soon as we had greeted each other and seated ourselves; "no place to entertain com- pany now. Everybody cuts me even old Bilberry ; but he'd better not show himself here, I can tell him." "You may say so," said Mrs Banjo, with a sceptical smile; " but I know that, if the major were to come, you would shake hands with him directly. I am sure you would." " The major had better not make the trial, madam," said Colonel Banjo, working himself up into a frightful passion. " He is too old a fox for that." Just at this moment Luke Squiif most appropriately entered. " That boy, sir," said Colonel Banjo, suffering the heat of his wrath to smoulder, and turning confidentially to me, " is worth his weight in in topazes. He wouldn't leave me; we couldn't drive him away: he and old Beadle wouldn't turn deserters like the rest. No, no ; there's a pair of them." Old Beadle was the large Newfoundland dog, to whom the reader has already been introduced; and here, as the diminu- tive Luke Squiff (who had come to lay the cloth for dinner) appeared to be much affected by the kind manner in which his master spoke of him (he shed some large fat round tears, which, as they stood upon his blue jacket, might have been mistaken for mother-of-pearl buttons), the colonel changed the subject, by demanding a history of my movements since I had left Montreal, as well as a prospectus of my future peregrinations. WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. 353 The next visit I paid was to the Hotel du C . There also many sad changes had taken place. Sundry of the boarders had removed to other hotels, and among the rest the worthy Mr Benjamin Chaffers, whose festive qualities had caused him to be expelled the establishment rather suddenly. Mr Dudge, too, had left, and with him his particular friend the proprietor of the barrel-organ. I had not time to inquire after the re- mainder of the select party, for there was a report that the ice upon the St Lawrence was about to "shove," and I rushed down immediately to the river side, in the hope of witnessing so exciting and extraordinary a scene. But the ice did not shove that day, nor the next; and an old clergyman who was residing in the same boarding-house witli myself, confidently predicted that it would not shove for an- other fortnight or three weeks. Nor did it. The " shove" took place on the 1st of May. I was standing upon one of the wharfs, talking to a friend, and unfortunately had my back turned to the river. While I was thus engaged, I was startled by a great shout, and, upon looking round, found, to my morti- fication, that the grand catastrophe for which I had been so in- dustriously watching had already taken place. Where all had a moment since been one monotonous extent of level snow, there were now visible a thousand miniature mountains of solid ice, which, with their blue edges and angles refracting the sun's rays, presented a most novel and brilliant spectacle. From that instant all became bustle and activity in Montreal. The long, tedious winter was over; spring was at hand; the snow would shortly disappear from the city streets; the ice would drift down into the gulf; navigation would open ; and the whole face of nature undergo a pleasing and a salutary change. The 1st of May is always a busy season in Canada. All, or at least the majority of those people who have an idea of chang- ing their residences, effect the matter on this day, and the streets become the theatre of many an odd and amusing scene. I witnessed one rather droll thing. A ricketty vehicle, contain- 354 WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. ing about thirty empty hampers, was moving leisurely along the Rue Notre Dame. They formed a lofty pyramid, of which one hamper rather more bulky than the rest was the apex, and in that stood the proprietor of them all, who was superintending their transit. He had stationed himself there, I suppose, by way of joke; but the matter went rather beyond that, for sud- denly the rope which steadied the whole load broke; the pile tottered to its base; and with a most desperate bump, down came the gentleman, enclosed in his car of triumph, to the very ground, and down came the remaining nine-and-twenty hampers, one after the other, upon the top of him, in which critical position he lay like the genii at the bottom of the sea, till a kind and enterprising fisherman, running to the spot, suc- ceeded in extricating him from his difficulties. The 1st of January is also an important and stirring day in Montreal, as well as the occasion of much kind feeling and fes- tivity. Everybody calls to take a glass of wine and slice of cake with his neighbour. All quarrels are forgotten, and all little misunderstandings amicably arranged. People turn over a new leaf. It offers you a good opportunity, too, of opening an acquaintance with any family whose society you wish to enjoy during the ensuing year; and, indeed, gives birth to more good-fellowship and pleasantry than I can possibly describe. It would be well if a similar custom prevailed in England, and throughout Europe. How many a long-standing feud between families might be thus adjusted! how many estranged hands and hearts might then once more meet and mingle as of old ! ******* I went, on the evening of the 6th of May (for I intended to leave the city upon the 7th) to pay my parting visit to Colonel Banjo. I found him in the greenhouse, and opposite him sat Major Bilberry ! The two veterans were smoking, and the major's countenance wore an expression of much sorrow and penitence. He had got the gout in one of his legs, and the afflicted member rested upon a part of the stove. The eye of Colonel Banjo beamed with its accustomed benevolence, but he was looking bland, as it were, under protest. WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. 355 " We have got old Bilberry again, you see," said the colonel, as he rose to welcome me and pass the bottle. " They have rightly called us the ' inseparables.' " Major Bilberry gave a little low growl. I was yet undecided whether to regard it as an indication of pleasure, or the reverse, when he relieved my doubts by saying, with a tremulous voice, " Old Bilberry has ruined his friend, and that is one reason why old Bilberry should come and sit with him. Other men would perhaps have staid away." Here Colonel Banjo arose suddenly from his chair, and grasped the other warmly by the hand; then, vexed with him- self for having betrayed so much feeling, he threw an empty cigar-case at the head of Luke Squiff, and bade him beware how he ventured within a yard of his chair during the remainder of the evening. Soon afterwards, Major Bilberry explained the purport of his visit. I was glad to learn that he had come to sign over the greater portion of his annual half-pay to Colonel Banjo, until such time as the sum for which the latter had rendered himself responsible should be liquidated. I was reflecting upon the propriety of this step, when Luke put his head into the room, and made several queer grimaces at me, together with sundry and divers motions of the head and arm, for the whole of which piece of strange pantomime I felt sadly at a loss to account. The next minute, however, put me in full possession of its meaning, for Miss Julia Trinket, the diminutive lady whom I had shut up the year previously in the old clock at Banjo Villa, ran into the room, and, looking me full in the face, and clapping her hands, cried, " Philippine!" where- upon both Colonel Banjo and Major Bilberry laughed immo- derately, and declared that they had all along expected as much. As the Philippine was fairly won, therefore, I had to pay the customary forfeit, and the major lost his dozen of champaign. 356 WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. HEAP THE SIXTY-SIXTH. I left Montreal on the 7th of May. The steamboats began to ply between Lachine and Kingston on that day for the first time since the breaking up of the ice. The morning was very warm, and the coach that conveyed me to the wharf from which the vessel was to start, contained three or four more people than it was either licensed to carry, or calculated to accommodate. A Canadian coach or " diligence" is a rather ricketty affair, and the present had more than an average share of infirmities, which caused it to groan and vibrate in a most painful and alarming manner. There was a certain Dr Lyon, too (a member of the Legislative Assembly), of our party, who rendered himself par- ticularly obnoxious by a mode of sitting with his monstrous legs elevated to a level with his face. He was unanimously voted a nuisance; but he seemed to care little for that, and ate several sandwiches afterwards, with a calm air that provoked us all amazingly. I had travelled, it will be remembered, by water to Kingston once before, so that the scenery had not the charm of novelty for me; but the leaves were just bursting out upon the trees, and there was a spirit of freshness and fragrance abroad, which rendered the voyage a very delightful one. I did not remain in Kingston. I proceeded by steamer the same evening along Lake Ontario to Toronto (the ancient York), and from Toronto, the next day, by steamer again to Queenston ; and thence by waggon to the falls of Niagara! the majestic "thunder- waters" of whose fame and grandeur I had heard and read ever since I was a boy! I could scarcely believe that I was at length indeed approaching this mighty cataract. I feared that something would yet occur to frustrate all my plans, and seal my heart's longings with disappointment. I shall never forget my feelings, therefore, when I alighted from the waggon, and a man told me that I was within five hundred yards of the Ame- rican fall. I heard its unceasing roar, and felt the ground trembling underneath my feet. I was so bewildered, that I quite forgot to inquire after my luggage. A shrewd fellow WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. 357 (Americans are so sharp) was just disappearing with it behind a clump of trees in the distance. I ran after him, and seized my portmanteau by the strap. The youth grew abusive, but I held the tighter, and, dragging it after me, stumbled down the steep bank facing the American fall. I saw a stupendous cloud of mist, spanned by a glittering arch of crimson, purple, and gold. The air around me was in a strange state of palpi- tation; and for many minutes, what with the joy I experienced in having my wishes gratified, and the incessant thunders of the mighty torrent, and the unexpected sublimities of the scene that met my gaze, I felt totally unable to collect my scattered senses. I had now obtained a view of the American fall, and know- ing that the great Horseshoe itself could not be far distant, moved slowly away to the right. Clouds of crimson mist were curling high into the blue heaven; the earth shook; and the dancing air appeared to be one mass of rubies and amethysts. I rushed dizzily down a flight of steep steps, reached the slippery rocks at their base, and feeling the breath of the torrent's fresh- ness upon my cheek, gazed upward^at its tumbling glories! ******* The majority of tourists and sight-seers who visit Niagara take up their residence at a gigantic hotel on the American side of the river, or at another, almost as big, on the British shore. But I preferred retirement quiet and, with the view of enjoying it, procured rooms in a neat little cottage which overlooked the smaller of the two cataracts. I had a strong dislike to the infliction of society and small talk while in a sacred locality like this, and I fear by the sudden and myste- rious retreats which I occasionally effected, when parties were approaching me, I almost led them to believe that the place was haunted. One evening, in particular, I recollect frighten- ing an elderly gentleman and lady almost out of their wits. I saw them advancing, and took refuge in a cave. The gentle- man, at the request of the lady, came (rather timidly) to the entrance, and began to make a strange noise, by way of pro- voking the echoes. At the same moment he caught a glimpse of me in the gloom, and, without pausing to have his fears 358 WHITTLINGS FUOM THE WEST. confirmed, or even consulting the safety of his wife, scampered away, with a face whiter than any of the foam-flakes that glis- tened among the pebbles at his feet. I had often wished to see an eagle in his state of freedom, and had that gratification on the second morning of my sojourn at Niagara. I was lying upon Table Rock, viewing the won- ders around me, when suddenly I beheld what I supposed to be an immense mass of the projecting cliff in the act of falling into the abyss beneath. The next moment, however and then I knew the immense object to be an eagle it rose again, and, soaring away grandly over the purple mist of the cataract, was soon a mere speck upon the blue sky. It is a customary thing for everybody who can muster the necessary amount of nerve, to go once behind what is termed " the curtain." I do not always like to have my movements prescribed for me in this way, and yet I felt a desire to make the experiment. A negro generally officiates as guide on these occasions, and I expressed my readiness one day to accompany him to Termination Rock, the limit of the adventurer's daring. He shook his head, and said that the wind was too high then, but he would take me on the morrow. I did not feel disposed to wait, and was about to undertake the matter without his as- sistance, when, fearful of losing his half-dollar, the black man complied with my proposals, and (being properly equipped z. e., cased in an oilskin coat, and a pair of slippers with a prodigious development of heel) led me away by the hand along the dan- gerous ledge. The wind was indeed high, and together with the desperate spray beat so violently in our faces, that the negro was obliged to release me, and think only of himself. Above and before us was the tumbling torrent; beneath, the black abyss; and behind, a bare, perpendicular rock, without one solitary twig for hand to clutch. The black man turned his back upon the fall, and said that we must return. I was seized with a fit of obstinacy, and insisted upon proceeding. I gasped the words out, for my breath was nearly gone, and my head began to grow dizzy. " Go on!" shouted I in my guide's ear. "No!" bawled he in mine; " de excitement is too great." WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. 359 " There is no real danger," I urged. " Dere is great danger," roared he ; " dere is de danger of slipping wid de foot, and de danger of being choked." And there we stood, looking angrily at each other I resolved to advance, and he to retreat, but neither being able to move one step without the other's con- currence. At last the wind moderated a little, and I bribed the black man to complete his undertaking. With much diffi- culty I then stretched my hand across his chest, and, leaning forward as far as possible, touched the piece of iron on Termi- nation Rock. In getting back again, I made a false step, and lost one of my slippers. I have already observed that the little cottage in which I had taken up my abode stood upon the river's bank, and almost facing the American fall. This cottage was in a continual tremor, and frequently, when I opened the door, the palpitating air without would almost close it again in my face. I have heard it stated that the roar of the cataract can be heard for twenty miles. Perhaps it may, when the wind sets in that direction ; but I never heard it beyond three. I once, how- ever, distinctly saw the mist of the great Horseshoe at a dis- tance of nearly Jiffy miles. It was pointed out to me by a cap- tain of one of the Lake Erie steamboats. I staid a week at Niagara. One ought not to remain longer; We should be able to enter fully into all the grandeur of the scene, but not become too familiar with it. Let the spectator wait until his wonder and awe are properly developed, and then go away with his admiration at a climax. The accompanying lines were not intended as a description of what is altogether indescribable. I merely wished to paint a few of the emotions which a contemplation of the cataract generally awakens. TO NIAGARA. To mark thy world of milk-white waters, kiss'd By the red beams of morning, downward spring, And, in thy glittering sea of golden mist, To watch the lordly eagle lave his wing ! 360 WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. Here God is all; man nothing meaner far Than the least drop that decks yon gorgeous bow Which gleams one little moment, like a star, Then sinks, forgotten, to the depths below. Throughout all ages from the birth of time Hast thou been hymning thy Creator's praise; Unwearied inexhaustible sublime! To thee our years are minutes; ages, days. And yet, in all things not unlike to us, Thou hast thy sunny moments, and thy sad; Thou dost not always love to dazzle thus What grief hast thou to make thy brow less glad] The curse that fell on all our guilty race Sought out thee too upon thy rock-hewn throne;* There is a pensive sadness in thy face, And in thy voice a plaintive, touching tone. Hence why I ever seek some quiet nook, What time the setting sun gilds yonder steep, And poring upon thee, as on a book, Think mournfully of bygone days, and weep. Thou art the panorama of the past; About thee flit the phantoms of lost treasures; With thee are joyous hours which flew too fast, Youth's earliest hopes, smiles, loves, and purest pleasures. All the sweet, warm, wild poetry of life Moments unprized until for ever fled With nothing of its turmoil and its strife, May in thy rainbow-tinted page be read . I am led back to childhood, as by one Who scann'd each fond emotion of my breast; Who knew which path to choose; which spot to shun; Where memory loved to rove; and where to rest. My native valley, and its peaceful lake, Greet me once more, with their dark woods and dells; I hear the song of wild birds in the brake, And catch the far, faint tones of village bells. And there are ivied cots, and harvest wains, And gardens, rich in blossoms of all hues; With happy moonlight wanderings in green lanes, Kind words, and looks, and lingering adieus. Not one familiar spot, one simple scene, On which my longing eye has loved to bend * Cursed is the earth for thy sake. Gen. iii. 17. WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. 361 Dim through the mists of tears that intervene But greets me here like some departed friend. There's not a gentle voice that has been dear, Nor breath of music that has waked a sigh, But steals again as softly on mine ear As though it had been whisper'd from the sky ! Enough, and welcome now old ocean's foam, Welcome the blue mysterious realms of space; For, henceforth, roving fancy has a home, Imagination has a resting-place. Farewell ! mine eyes will never look again Upon thy solemn wonders, mighty Fall ! I thank thee for each joy as well as pain Thou hast awaken'd, or thou did'st recall; For worthless, vain, were all thou could'st impart To those who 'mid thy hallow'd scenes have trod, Yet fail'd to view thee with a chasten'd heart, And look "from nature up to nature's God." HEAP THE SIXTY-SEVENTH. Buffalo had few charms for me. The fact is (and perhaps my tastes have become seriously depraved), I no sooner get among human habitations and the bustle of business, and what Wordsworth properly calls "the dreary intercourse of daily life," than I find myself sighing again for the country and the wilderness. I did not stay, therefore, to deliver my three or four letters of introduction, but made immediate inquiries re- specting the best mode of conveyance to Albany or Troy. " You must go by canal," was the reply. " Is there not a railroad?" "N-no." I was too indolent to make further in- quiries, and going at once on board the packet, paid the cap- tain the fare (eight dollars and a-half), and had my name put down for one of the best berths the boat afforded. We had no sooner started, however, than I discovered that I had been duped. There was a line of railway to Troy, and the journey was commonly performed in about four-and-twenty hours; in place of which I had now the pleasant prospect of four days 362 WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. and nights' imprisonment in a little ricketty tub of a boat which every moment became more disagreeable to me. " N'importe," muttered I, "perhaps I shall meet with something new here;" and this presentiment had a very speedy realisation. I walked into the saloon, and there, looking as calm and comfortable as ever, sat Dr Lyon, the easy gentleman whom I had met a fortnight previously in the Lachine coach. He re- cognised my features directly, and pushed out one finger for me to shake, but I merely inspected it, and then made him a signal that he might take it away. His excessive nonchalance provoked me, and I resolved to be revenged by and by, when a fit opportunity offered. I shall not easily forget the horrors of this trip by canal packet. The deck was so full of passengers, who were sitting in all postures, that I could not walk along it without trampling upon their legs; and in the cabin there were so many vulgar people, and nursemaids with noisy infants, that I could not re- main below five minutes with any degree of comfort. Dr Lyon, too, was there, in a corner, with his pugnacious-looking shoes on the sofa, and his filmy eye glancing patroriisingly from one face to another. " I will sit in the steward's pantry," thought I, " or, stay, I will go to bed ; I shall be retired enough there. But, heyday ! where can all the beds be?" Toward one o'clock the dinner-bell rang, and Dr Lyon was the first at the table, whetting his knife upon the steel, and feeling the edge with the air of one who had carved when I was a boy. An American meal is despatched in about seven minutes. It is a solemn affair. Nobody talks, everybody eats, and there is no leisure for politeness. I offered a lady near me a slight attention, and several people on the opposite side of the table stared at me with open mouths, as wishing to see the sort of young man who could so far neglect his own interests as to look to those of another. Even the busy Dr Lyon glanced toward me, while his pudgy chin creased with a little fat smile, which plainly said, " This young fellow is evi- dently a novice in the art of taking care of himself at table. Ha! ha! he will know better by and by;" and the doctor WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. 363 grasped his plate suddenly, for a waiter, seeing him look up, fancied he had done, and was about to snatch it away. That moment's inaction was nearly fatal to the easy gentleman. Dinner over, Dr Lyon slept an hour and a-half. Somebody began to talk, but Dr Lyon frowned in his slumbers, and held up his hand in a faint way, imploring silence, so the conversa- tion dwindled away to a whisper. Having enjoyed his forty winks, the doctor then put his pocket-handkerchief over his head, and marched about the saloon with his hands under his coat-tails; pausing occasionally, however, to pinch an infant's cheek, and chuck the rosy nursemaid under the chin. There was a great sameness in the canal scenery. I did not like it at all. An artificial stream of water is the ugliest thing in nature, but I was much interested in many of the towns through which we passed with Rochester and Carthage, for instance. They put me in mind of what I have read of Vene- tian cities, with the water gliding under the very windows of the houses. Had the buildings been a little mellowed by time, and had there been a gondola or two in sight, containing a veiled lady, and a gentleman in a steep hat near her, thrum- ming a guitar, the resemblance would have been complete. The day done, night at hand, and a number of narrow slips of board, suspended under each other by coloured string, hav- ing been hung around the saloon, passengers went to bed. I had been sitting on deck, and when I went down and inquired for berth No. 4, I found that Dr Lyon had got it ! His coat, and pantaloons, and black gaiters were depending over the back of a chair close by. I called the steward, and he referred to the book. He told me that I should have secured my bed the moment it was hung. Dr Lyon pretended to be asleep, but I knew very well that he was wide awake. My first impulse was to cut the string of the shelf, and let him fall; but, as there happened to be an invalid gentleman in the nook underneath, the experiment would have been attended with unpleasant consequences. I smothered my dissatisfaction, therefore, and with much difficulty procured another berth. It was close to the red curtain which separated the gentlemen 364 WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. from the ladies, and I overheard the latter laughing and talk- ing all night. The majority of them were full of mirth and anecdote, and if the babies had been a little less refractory, the hours would have flown by agreeably enough. In the morning, I was awakened by the steward, who told me that I had better get up, as he wanted to dress the tables for breakfast. I saw a great many passengers putting on their boots, and tying their cravats, and brushing themselves, but not one of them performing his ablutions. I inquired where this matter was usually arranged, and the steward led me to a metal basin. There were about thirty gentlemen round it. waiting their turns. A jack-towel and looking-glass hung near, as well as, depending by a string, a brush and comb, minus most of their bristles and teeth. I did not patronise the public brush and comb; I had my own in a carpet-bag. The fact of my having resorted to them, however, appeared to wound the feelings of everybody but one middle-aged gentleman, who was walking hurriedly about the saloon, with a face expressive of much agony. I could not learn the cause of his indisposi- tion : nobody seemed to know. The second day of our aquatic excursion was even more in- tolerable than the first. The one had, at least, the recommen- dation of novelty ; the other had no recommendation what- ever. The same things occurred again, and the scenery had few charms. I was glad when dinner and tea were over, be- cause bedtime drew near ; but, when that had arrived, I dis- covered, to my intense provocation, that Dr Lyon had got ray berth again ! It was partly my own fault, because I had, as before, been sitting musing upon deck, and came down late. The coat, pantaloons, and gaiters, occupied their old position. I was not inclined to create a disturbance, and alarm the ladies, so stole away to my old quarters near the red curtain. Upon the morning of the third day we touched at Utica, Rome, Salina, and Syracuse. And here, as the locality sug- gests it, I think I can relate a little anecdote, which will go far to prove that some people are certainly born to ill-luck. On board the canal packet with us was a young farmer who WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. 365 had come from the district of London, in Upper Canada, and was on his way to Boston. When lie stepped on board the boat, he had with him a canary bird in a cage, a fine fierce mastiff' dog, a handsome seven-barrelled revolving pistol, and two hundred dollars in silver. The money and pistol were in his breast-pocket, the canary bird he placed by his side, and the dog he tied with his handkerchief to the handle of one of the passengers' trunks, which stood upon the fore-part of the deck. He was an honest, simple sort of fellow, and had amused everybody by his innocent remarks, and ignorance of the world and its ways. Before he had been among us an hour, the canary's cage rolled from its place, and fell over- board. As he leaned sorrowfully over the boat's side, in the hope of recovering his pet bird, the seven-barrel revolving pistol fell from his pocket, and disappeared also. He would have dived for it, but the captain (whose time was valuable) would not allow him, and we moved on. The next day, the mastiff slipped his collar, leaped ashore, and was soon out of sight. The captain again refused to wait, and the youth shed tears. By and by we stopped at a place called, I think, New Liverpool, and he went ashore. I had cautioned him about talking of his money, or exhibiting it. On his return, he told me that it was all gone. He had produced it upon a tavern table, and some sharpers had profited by the stupidity. I en- deavoured the next day to collect a few dollars for him among the passengers. The packet had just stopped again for a minute or two. Where was the simple young farmer ? He had jumped to land, and would be back in a moment. "Go on," cried the captain to the man who drove the horses and the unfortunate owner of the canary bird, mastiff, seven-barrel revolver, and two hundred dollars, was heard of no more. I was successful in obtaining my proper berth the next night, and there having been a grand influx of fresh passen- gers, Dr Lyon had the misfortune to fail in securing one at all. He made so terrible a commotion, however, and his cause was espoused so enthusiastically by the married ladies, that the steward had an extra sleeping-place slung up to the centre of 366 WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. the cabin roof for him, just bet ween the two ranges of legitimate berths along the vessel's sides. And now I had full scope for my malice. My shelf was precisely level with Dr Lyon, and he was no sooner asleep than, thoughtful of my wrongs, I leaned forward, and with my walking-cane gave his hammock (to the bottom of which his person had imparted a graceful ro- tundity) a smart push, that set him swinging from side to side in a manner which must have been far from agreeable. The motion awoke him, and, putting his head forth, he looked about. Presently I gave him another push, and a gentleman who was lying in an opposite shelf, and had witnessed the pro- ceeding, entering suddenly into the joke, gave the cot a push from his side also, so that, between the two propelling powers, the afflicted doctor enjoyed but a small degree of comfort, and, unable to account for these strange oscillations, took a second observation, and then moaned miserably. This measure gained him a momentary respite. No sooner had he lain down, how- ever, than his troubles recommenced, and the cot began to rock and pitch even more distressingly than before, until at length Dr Lyon, exasperated beyond endurance, suffered his choler to vent itself in the bitterest anathemas upon the ham- mock, and the canal, and the boat, and every person in and con- nected with it. My wrongs being now sufficiently avenged, therefore, and feeling too drowsy to carry the persecutions fur- ther, I hung my walking-stick to the cabin, roof, and com- posed myself to sleep. The next night the ladies had become so numerous, that there were no beds at all for the gentlemen, and we had either to prop ourselves upon chairs, or lie upon the saloon floor. It was the most miserable I ever passed, and I was thankful when the boat arrived at Schenectady, upon the river Mo- hawk, and I was able to leap ashore. It was the first time I had ever travelled by canal boat, and I made a resolution that it should be the last. From Schenectady I went to view the Cohos, or falls of the Mohawk river. They are indescribably grand. I waited in hope that the sun would come out, and add the beauty of his WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. 367 many-coloured bow to the glories of the cataract. But I waited in vain. The same evening I reached Troy which is a lovely little city the most delightful I have ever seen. All the streets and squares are bordered with stately trees, which lend a pleasant shade in summer, and diffuse a most agreeable cool- ness and fragrance around. I gazed a long time at one re- tired row of houses, fronted by a lawn and shrubbery. A troop of merry school-girls, with coquetish-looking bonnets and dishevelled hair, were sporting about the lawn. I could not help wondering whether any pleasure of their after lives would equal the heartfelt joyousness of this May morning romp. Oh dreams of childhood, hopes of youth, Oh sunny days of yore, Your very griefs would glad some hearts Which can be gay no more. I should have watched their gambols longer, but I saw the green carpet-bag and black gaiters of Dr Lyon turning an ad- jacent corner. HEAP THE SIXTY-EIGHTH. I had heard a great deal of the sect termed " Shakers," and entertained a strong curiosity to see some of them, as well as to witness their so-called religious exercises. I was informed, however, that, in consequence of some people who had visited their place of worship having misconducted themselves, the elders had lately refused everybody admittance. This piece of intelligence disheartened me very much, but, as I had so long looked forward to a treat of the kind, I was determined not to leave the neighbourhood of so strange a fraternity with- out having made one more effort to obtain a sight of them. I waited therefore in Troy until Sunday, then, hiring a calash, drove to Niskayuna, the nearest Shaker settlement. I believe that a woman by name Ann Lee, born about the 368 WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. year 1740, and daughter of a Manchester blacksmith, founded the order of Shakers. At the age of thirty she became subject to most alarming fits, accompanied by terrible contortions of the body, and a total derangement of her mental faculties. She believed herself to be the mother of the Messiah, and en- dowed with the gift of strange tongues. She gave her dis- ciples to understand that she held nightly converse with God (who, she said, had commissioned her to call together his elect from the different parts of the earth), and that all those who rejected her intercession would be damned. Ann Lee fur- thermore stated that she should never die, but be caught up like Elijah of old to the clouds in a chariot of fire. Man- chester, however, was no field for the propagation of these novel doctrines, and in the year 1774 she emigrated to the neighbourhood of Albany, in the state of New York, and, as I have already observed, became the founder of the present community of Shakers. And here, in the course of time (not- withstanding her prediction to the contrary), she died, like other children of Adam. Peace be with her ashes ! An old proverb tells us that nothing, however preposterous, which has once had a mother, will die for want of a nurse. We see the truth of this adage verified daily. The Shakers have now become a large and important body of people. They hold extensive tracts of land, and occupy many villages. They are very civil, too, and well-behaved ; nor are they dependent on their fellowmen (whom they view as heretics) for any one thing, except toleration a virtue, by the by, which they them- selves do not put in practice. They grow their own corn, spin, their own flax, weave their own cloths, build their own houses, and make their own coats, hats, and shoes. Shaker fruits and seeds are held in high estimation, and always find a market. But the Shakers do not marry. If wedded couples join them, they are separated forthwith. They think the world rather overstocked than otherwise with people, and accordingly dis- countenance (?) anything like a multiplication of the species. Anybody may become a Shaker. If he is a mere pauper, no matter, they receive him ; and if a man of wealth, his riches WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. 369 go into the general fund. Should he afterwards wish to leave the society, he can do so but naked as he was born. He is lost; nothing can save him. I began to fear, when I arrived at Niskayuna, that I should be denied admittance. I had been told by a person who way intimate with one of the Shaker ladies, that if I inquired for " Aunt Betsy," she would most probably pass me in. I left my horse and calash at a neighbouring farm, and, entering the village with a decent and respectful air, walked straight to the house of meeting. It was empty, but a tall brother appeared from an adjoining room, and asked my business. I said that I was an Englishman, and, having heard much of the Shaker views and form of worship, wished to learn more of the one, and witness something of the other. He replied that I could not be admitted: it was against the rules. I then inquired boldly for Aunt Betsy. Aunt Betsy was at her devotions, but the mention of her name evidently had its effect. "Many of your countrymen have misconducted themselves here," said my grim friend ; " they have laughed at us." I was nearly laugh- ing too, but fortunately did not. TlTe Shaker said, " Sit down here, until I learn the pleasure of the elders;" and he went stealthily away. I put my hat and stick upon one of the benches, and seated myself beside them. A solemn stillness prevailed. I heard the ticking of my watch in my waistcoat pocket. Anon my ear caught the fall of distant footsteps, and I thought I was going to be ordered out. I had the magic name of Aunt Betsy again upon my lips, when lo! at an opposite door there entered, in single file, upwards of forty pallid ladies, clad in shrouds. The sudden advent of so many spectres struck a horrible chill to my heart. They walked gravely, on tiptoe, to a row of pegs upon the wall, hung up their bonnets and mantles, and arranged themselves upon some benches at the other end of the building. They then folded their hands on their laps (every Shakeress had a clean towel depending over her right arm), cast their eyes to the ground, and sat mute and motionless as statues. The majority of them were elderly and 2 A 370 WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. middle-aged women ; but I saw six or eight very handsome young girls among the number, one of whom, having acciden- tally caught my eye, started as though somebody had stabbed her, and fixed her glance once more on the ground. Soon afterwards the male Shakers made their entree, and, hanging their hats and coats upon an unoccupied party of pegs, took their seats (in shirt sleeves) opposite the ladies. Each brother had his arm tied above the elbow with a black ribbon. His hair was cut close in front, but left to grow behind. The white locks of the old men looked like little cataracts streaming down into their coat collars. Their waistcoats and trousers were of a bluish-grey cloth, and they wore high-heeled shoes similar to those patronised by the lovely sisters. For about a quarter of an hour there was a deathlike silence. They were screwing their minds up to a proper pitch of devo- tional feeling. An old Shaker then stepped forward, and said, " Brothers and sisters, it is a solemn worship we are about to engage in, and I hope we shall all go through it with becoming decency;" and thereupon about fifteen of the men, arranging themselves against the wall under the hat-pegs, and converting their long lean hands into flappers, beat the air with them, and chanted a doleful chorus, which consisted of a see-saw tune, and the words, " Law de law de law de law, law de law de law law; law de law de law de law, law de law de law law." The moment the music had reached a proper climax, all the other men sprang to their feet: the women imitated their ex- ample; and, like hostile armies rushing to the charge, together chanting loudly the while, the two bodies of fanatics advanced upon each other, but checked themselves at the point of colli- sion, pirouetted cleverly, and retreated, back to back ; pirouette again forward double quick step back advance retire, forty times; then halt on a sudden, and end the manoeuvre by every man and woman jumping a yard into the air, and coming simultaneously down again with a tramp that shakes the build- ing.! Recover seats. Hands clasped as before. Eyes down. Take breath. I had the very greatest difficulty in preserving my gravity WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. 371 during this exquisitely grotesque scene, but I knew that, if I allowed a muscle of my face to denote the merriment I felt, four or five of the stoutest Shakers, who were watching me narrowly, would bound forward and drag me instantly to the door. And by degrees my mirth subsided it changed to pity. I was pro- voked and disgusted, beyond measure, to see so many decent and elderly people (men with white hair, and women with the wrinkles of sixty summers) thus playing the buffoon, and per- suading themselves, as well as endeavouring to persuade others, that an exhibition like the present could be acceptable to Him who is of purer eyes than to behold iniquity. I can readily believe that the hearts of many of these deluded creatures were really in the work. They were sincere, as far as sincerity could associate itself with such cow-like gambols, and earnestly sup- posed they were purchasing eternal salvation with the per- formance. The second saltatory recreation was much like the first, but the time of the music was slower, and the persons went sliding about in a most sly and stealthy manner. Their movements were rather analogous to those of a person who finds himself mounted on skates for the first time. Satan was supposed to be on the prowl among them. After awhile, however, having successfully evaded him, they all broke into a quicker step and sprightlier song. I committed one verse of the latter to paper, and nearly got turned out for it. The words ran as follows: " Strike upon the pleasant lyre To the music of our song; We will sing a joyful song To Mount Zion's king and queen." In the next dance, the figure changed again, and the air to which they moved was more lively still. It was one of the popular negro melodies, with the time slightly altered. The Shakers now formed themselves into a ring, and (singing and flapping as they went) trotted round as fast as possible one after the other (like the circular hobby-horse in a fair), while the Shakermes, arranging themselves in another ring, within the former, revolved in an opposite direction. The scene was 372 WHITTLINGS FKOM THE WEST. really pretty, and, as a whole, now put me strongly in mind of a figure in the lancer quadrilles, or one of those artificial Chinese fireworks we see in a phantasmagoria. The words chanted were something to the following effect. They are, like the others, tame and tautological: " While we walk the golden streets Of the New Jerusalem, Holy angels march before us, Playing on their harps of gold." The spirit of the present dance, as did each of the previous ones, grew still more bri^k and exciting towards the close, and ended in a similar manner, with a flap of extra strength, a caper r. early a yard high, and a deafening tramp, like eighty dragoons dismounting suddenly in a parlour. The principal elder now came forward. He was much flushed, and quite out of breath. He looked complacently around, and said, " That is well, brothers and sisters. / think our bodies are now Jit temples for the Holy Ghost to dwell in;" and having offered up a short extempore prayer, he resumed his seat. A long pause ensued. It was broken by a young Shaker, who advanced, and opening his Bible, chose a text. The words were these, "I will stand when trials and afflictions come." The preacher had a bad delivery, and a most repulsive nasal twang. His discourse was a clumsy, ungrammatical, un- connected piece of vulgar rhapsody. He strongly advocated the Shaker doctrines, and stated in very plain terms that all those who did not embrace them would be burned everlastingly. Then, glancing toward the seat I occupied, he exhorted me not to tamper with my religious convictions, but enter the true fold at once, and suffer myself to be plucked like a brand from the general conflagration. He bade me beware also of rejecting his present proffers of grace, and going away with a hardened heart and conscience. But still, like an obstinate heretic, I " made no sign," and the young Shaker, after regarding me forbiddingly for several minutes, at length closed the book with a clash, as one who would not be played with, and had shut the gates of mercy for ever against me. WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. 373 I have thus endeavoured to describe much of what I wit- nessed in the Shaker meeting-house at Niskayuna. Some may perhaps think that I have availed myself too liberally of the traveller's license. But I have not. It would be impossible for me to exaggerate absurdities like these, and there is a great deal that remains untold. I am not anxious to relate it. It is a painful thing to see a respectable -looking young woman place herself in the centre of a large room, and, moved as she believes by the Holy Spirit, with arms extended, whirl round until she becomes almost invisible. It is a still more painful thing to behold men and women, labouring under a similar delusion, rolling promiscuously about upon a hard floor, howling, weep- ing, groaning, and beating their bosoms until they grow black in the face. All these piteous spectacles may be witnessed, upon particular feast days of that sect, within the " sacred" walls of a Shaker house of worship. I walked back in a thoughtful mood to the farm-house near which I had left my horse. He gave a loud neigh as I ap- proached, and I had no sooner jumped into the calash behind him, than he laid his ears down, and scampered away home- ward as fast as his legs could carry him, with the air of an animal that had come there quite against his will, and wished to get as quickly as possible out of a neighbourhood where such strange abominations were practised. ******* A day or two after my visit to the Shaker village, I left Troy for New York. I shall not attempt to describe the magnificent scenery of the Hudson. It far exceeded my expectations, and reminded me forcibly of that along the shores of some of our own beautiful English lakes. The sweet villas and rural retire- ments, too, occasionally seen nestling among its green and romantic heights, are such as, having once caught the traveller's gaze, he allows to find a place among the other " beautiful pic- tures" that " hang upon memory's wall." But it was not without a pang that I beheld the spot where the lamented Andre met an ignominious death. I am not, like many people, disposed to think the execution of this gallant 374 WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. and promising young officer a blot upon the fair escutcheon of Washington's fame. An impartial consideration of the cir- cumstances of the case will fully exculpate that great man from the charge of cruelty that has been preferred against him. Washington was deaf to Andre's request to be shot, be- cause the offence of which he had been guilty deserved su- perior exposure and punishment. Major Andre well knew that Arnold was a traitor a double traitor and he should not have stooped to hold an instant's parley with so pitiful a cha- racter. The end did not sanctify the means. An honourable man should fight with honourable weapons, and to wink at the treachery of another, is almost equivalent to playing the traitor one's-self. Andre acted rashly, and few can deny it, though, at the same time, they will deplore the mistaken zeal that spurred him to the step, and drop a tear at the remembrance of his untimely end. FRAGMENT OF AN EPISTLE TO A FRIEND; WRITTEN AMONG THE HIGHLANDS OF THE HUDSON. 'Tis a beautiful land; 'tis a glorious one The richest and loveliest under the sun; With its mountains, as noble, and stately, and high, As ever held gossip with yonder blue sky; With its forests, which stretch all untrodden away, Till the wondering hunter turns back in dismay; Its rivers strewn over with numberless isles Rolling onward unwearied for thousands of miles; Then its prairies, its lakes, its magnificent falls, All that wins and that dazzles, attracts and appals, Can this sunny clime boast, which, though soon we must part, Long will hold a conspicuous place in my heart. And be sure that, beside such bright fetters as those, Which must link us till life itself draws to a close, There are others the busy affections have wrought, Some many hoped sighed for and others unsought, To attach a fond heart, which feels more than 'twill tell, To a laud where such wonders and novelties dwell. On the banks of the Hudson that beautiful stream Which surpasses all bard can imagine or dream WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. 375 At the close of a calm and a bright summer's day, Thus I trifle the bliss-laden moments away: Looking on with a sigh to that hour, when, at last, All my wanderings o'er and anxieties past, I again may set foot on my own happy shore, To love it the better, and leave it no more. HEAP THE SIXTY-NINTH. I was very much struck with the appearance of New York; it was so entirely different from any town or city I had ever before seen. The houses were so red; the windows so bright; the blinds so green ; the bell-pulls and brass-plates so highly polished; and the door-steps so prim-looking and so spotless. I was by no means displeased to find that I had imbibed a great many false notions respecting the ancient city of the Manhattoes. "Come, come," thought I, as I hurried back to the Astor House, and began to rummage over my portmanteau for letters of introduction, "I can spend a month or two here very agree- ably; the first step, however, will be to make a few acquaint- ances, without which, the time, after all, would pass but dully." But what had become of my packet of letters? They were not in my portmanteau. I had left them I knew not where; perhaps at Buffalo; perhaps at Niagara; perhaps in Montreal; and there was a strong probability of my having safely depo- sited them in some quiet corner of Butternut Castle! Here was a deathblow to all my anticipations of social enjoyment, and I paced the room in despair. " No matter," was my next reflection ; " I will trust to my usual luck. I have sometimes found chance acquaintances pre- ferable to prescribed ones; so, as fortune has denied me one friend, like Horace Walpole (or was it Swift?), I will go to the nearest coffeehouse, and take another. Meantime, I will leave this great noisy hotel, and get me to some quiet lodgings where I shall have peace and privacy." I rang the bell, and inquired 376 WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. of the waiter if he knew of a respectable boarding-house to which he could recommend me. He ran to fetch a newspaper, and pointed to upwards of fifty advertisements, inserted by ladies who had just room left in their establishments for one domestically-disposed single gentleman: but I shook ray head, and begged to hear of somebody who was not in the habit of advertising. "I have it, then/' said the waiter; "there is a most select house of the kind in Square, No. ; Miss Westbrooke's. Shall I order a coach for you ?" And, hastily defraying my bill, I was whirled away, portmanteau and all, to No. , Square, in the suburbs, where I had an interview with a huge green parrot, of most impertinent propensities, and an elderly maiden lady, whose manners, personal appearance, and conversational powers, were all of a very superior order indeed. I expressed a desire to take up my abode under her roof, and she at once bowed acquiescence, but yet seemed to hesitate. As a mere matter of form, she begged a reference to some merchant, or other person, in the city. I could give none. "Phew!" whistled the parrot. " What, have you no letters of introduction ?" asked the elderly lady "I had, but they have been mislaid." The parrot laughed heartily. " And have you no friend in New York?" "None." The green parrot descended slowly from his perch, and, under the pretence of eating at the trough, said something of a rather disparaging nature in an under tone. I felt a little perplexed, and, con- sidering the business settled, was about to take my hat and departure, when the maiden lady said, with a smile which in- stantly re-assured me, she should for once dispense with the formality of a reference, and begged that I would look upon her house as rny home. So I sent a servant to discharge the coach- man, and went to dress for dinner. And now, since brother Jonathan is my theme, shall I join issue with those high-minded and generous Englishmen, who have gone to enjoy his kindness and hospitality, and then, like little dogs that do not think of barking until they have got to the other side of the gate, returned home to abuse him at leisure? I have no such illiberal feelings and uncharitable WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. 377 intentions. I consider our brother Jonathan a very ill-used and much-injured man. Nine artists out often who have got him to sit for his portrait, were vile daubers. They have not hit the expression. None but the hand of a master can do him justice. It is a common thing for some disappointed emigrant to spend a few weeks in New York, or Boston, or Philadelphia, arid mixing with none but the lower orders of society, fancy he is qualified to descant upon the habits and customs of the American people or, at all events, he describes the disgusting propensities of the few dirty fellows he has met with, and leads us to suppose that Americans are all alike. Would a traveller from the United States be justified in judging of our English aristocracy by the manners and conversation of the passengers he encounters in a third-class railway carriage, or one of our penny city omnibuses? There are low and vulgar persons in all countries. We should quit the tavern, the cheap boarding- house, the public thoroughfare, and enter the homes and culti- vate the acquaintance of the higher classes. And, even then, it would become us to be extremely cautious how we judge, and what we write, for no man is without his prejudices, and they are sure to colour his views and opinions. It is one of the most merciful features of our British law, that no prisoner shall be condemned until he is unanimously pronounced guilty by twelve of his countrymen. If a prisoner, a felon, is shown this handsome indulgence, shall a gentleman, a friend, a rela- tive, be treated with less? Since it comes to the point, I do not believe, for the reason I have just stated, that any one man ought, or has a right, to pronounce a verdict in a matter of the kind. He may think what he pleases for himself, but not for the nation, who are too apt (more particularly as abuse has grown fashionable) to have a leaning to the side of sarcasm and ill-nature. Such being my sentiments, therefore, I shall not be called upon, nor do I consider myself at liberty, to indulge in any severe strictures upon the habits and customs of the American people. I have no hesitation in saying, however (for, as the remark will injure nobody, I need not suppress it), that there 378 WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. are, in proportion, as many polite, elegant, and clever persons, of both sexes, in New York, as there are in either London or Edinburgh. I can furthermore vouch, too, that the American ladies have no improper affectation of modesty, and that the more select of the gentlemen do not carry tobacco-boxes, ******* I was much pleased with my new acquaintances. They consisted of five lady and three gentlemen boarders. Of the former, four were young, sprightly, handsome, and musical ; and of the latter, one was a fine old man, with a perfectly bald head, and the most benevolent expression of countenance ima- ginable. He had a brother who stood high in Congress, and a son with the American army in Mexico. This old gentleman had been a great traveller, and his heart and mind were stored with every kind feeling and every beautiful image. Of the remaining two boarders, one was a sober, plodding merchant, said to be realising great sums of money; and the other, a slight, dapper youth of two-and-twenty, who had fallen desperately in love with one of the handsome young ladies before mentioned, and appeared to be labouring under a painful hopelessness of success. His name was Molson. The young ladies were in- troduced to me as the Miss Fitzherberts. The bald gentleman was addressed by the name of Merrivale. They called the merchant Mr Head ley. There is no happiness, however, without alloy. With all my new friends, and especially the lady part of them, I was quite charmed, but the green parrot and I were soon at open war, for he had one strain, among his selection of homely airs, to which I was seized with an immediate antipathy. This was a long shrill screech a sort of war-whoop in miniature that pierced the brain, and set the teeth horribly on edge. The maiden lady, too, seemed to think highly of the performance, and, much to my mortification, even encouraged him in it. It was quite enough to witness this ungainly bird's excessive non- chalance, and gouty walk, and his ugly clamber up the side of the cage, and overhear his sarcastic laughter and abusive lan- guage, without having to undergo the additional torture of this WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. 379 prolonged yell, and before many days had elapsed, my dis- like for the author of these nuisances settled into a most deadly hatred. Towards an ordinary parrot I could not have entertained so much ill-will, but there was a superior intelli- gence, and spirit of villany, and turn for repartee, about the present one, which were amazingly provoking, and I felt strongly disposed to take down some portion of his consequence. And yet, how to accomplish this was the question, for (as I had already observed) the moment a hand was slily raised to offer Nabob (that was the bird's name) chastisement, Nabob's saga- city forewarned him of the danger, and he would utter a shout that penetrated the remotest corner of the house, and was sure to bring the elderly maiden lady instantly to his relief. In vain, therefore, did I, and the most wicked of the three young ladies, and Mr Molson, and the old gentleman with the bald head, sigh in the absence of his mistress to be revenged upon the green parrot. There appeared to be no punishment for him short of poison, and we had not the courage to administer that, lest some disaffected person should succeed in tracing the murder to our door. HEAP THE SEVENTIETH. I used to delight in a summer morning ramble about the streets of New York. I always met with something novel and amusing. No wonder the houses look so clean, and the win- dows so bright. They are well washed every day. There is a plentiful supply of water running past each door, and a ser- vant has merely to fit the hose upon the pipe, and direct it over the whole premises. I have seen fifteen or twenty house- maids at a time performing this refreshing operation, and ap- pearing to enjoy the tiling all the while very much. Nor is this the only use to which the water may be applied. I have seen obstinate and persevering pigs driven from door-steps ; and a dirty fellow, who was too lazy to resort to soap and 380 WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. towel, washed quite white by its aid. He has got a friend to play upon him, and gone away afterwards, if not a better, cer- tainly a cleaner man. I have seen horses too brought to un- dergo a like ablution, and it was entertaining to me to observe how the animals, particularly in hot weather, appeared to relish it ; turning first this way, and then that ; now presenting their heads to the stream, and now their tails ; and whisking the latter in a perfect ecstacy of delight. And I have seen them glance at other horses that were passing, with a look that seemed to say, " You have no idea of the luxury of this ; try it." There is an absence of formality, a sort of freemasonry of good-fellowship and kind feeling, among the Americans, that cannot fail to gratify a stranger. In the summer season it is a common thing, in the more retired streets and squares, for the people to bring their arm-chairs out to the fronts of their houses, and sit there enjoying the coolness of the evening. A door-step will sometimes present a whole family group, who are sure to be safe from both observation and insult. They are seen, and yet not noticed. The only rudeness they suffer is from the mosquitoes, which bite rather boldly after a shower. Indeed, the mosquitoes are a great nuisance at all times. They fix themselves quietly upon your chin, or your forehead, or your wrists, and ply their pumps until their dainty little sto- machs are quite full ; then they go away in a state of reple- tion, and hang themselves by one leg to the ceiling until their appetites return. If you open a window at night, the room is instantly swarming with mosquitoes, and there is a sound as though forty gentlemen were blowing key-bugles in an ad- joining parlour. You need not think of retiring to rest unless your bed is provided with mosquito curtains. ******* In England, the moment a mob have collected there is sure to be a fight. It runs in the British blood. Not so in Ame- rica. I never saw such good-humoured mobs, No incivility, no jostling, no bad language. They will rob you of your watch and silver pencil-case, but they will be facetious over it, WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. 381 and you cannot grumble. I once saw a stout old gentleman (a member of Congress most probably) leaving a crowd with a smile upon his face. All his pockets (of which he had about nine, lined with brown holland) had been turned inside out, and he looked, as he made away, with the wind flapping them about, something like a fine fish with a rather bountiful sup- ply of fins. When I spoke in high terms of the cleanliness of the Ame- rican houses and door-steps, I did not mean my approbation to extend as far as the middle of any of the streets, which, owing to some want of vigilance on the part of those who should look after them, are made the repositories of every kind of offal and filth. There needs reform here. It is no uncommon oc- currence for small-pox, fevers, plagues, and other diseases, to be viewed as angry visitations of Providence, when, in reality, they are nothing more than the natural result of some popular indiscretion similar to the one of which we are now treating. I have no doubt that the city pigs, who are permitted the free perambulation of all the streets and thoroughfares, would ob- stinately oppose any innovations that came in the shape of sa- nitary reform ; but, as the purity and wholesomeness of the air that the people breathe should be the first consideration, the sooner the nuisance is removed the pleasanter will be the general aspect of things, and (it occurs to me) the more salu- brious the climate. The park, situated near, and running for some distance pa- rallel with, Broadway, is a cool and agreeable retreat in summer. It boasts many shady trees and pleasant prome- nades, as well as a delicious fountain, which flings its spray to the height of (if I recollect aright) more than thirty feet. This fountain was a great favourite of mine, and I have sat many an hour quietly contemplating it. To me there is always something soothing and grateful in the sight of water whether thrown up in a sparkling shower to the blue sky, as at present; or dancing merrily down the mossy side of a green lane, and making music among the pebbles as it goes ; or gliding peace- fully along the margin of a daisied meadow ; or -leaping furi- 382 WIIITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. ously from rock to rock ; or precipitating itself, a mass of foam, from the top of some high steep into the dark abyss below. How often, too, when far at sea, have I stolen from my ham- mock in the dead of night, and sat, like a ghost, upon the taffrail of our good ship, watching her silver wake, as she breasted the buffets of the gale, and rode gallantly on her course over the moonlit billows ! HEAP THE SEVENTY-FIRST. Perhaps there is no city in the world (and I believe it en- joys the credit of being a rather dissipated one) that boasts more pleasantry and entertainment for the traveller than the city of New York ; and, as I had little else to do, I used to pass away the time by strolling from one place to another, see- ing a little of everything. My favourite resort, however, was the Battery Garden, situated at the bottom of Broadway, and fronting the beautiful bay. There, in one of the most retired nooks, and under the grateful shelter of some noble trees, have I often sat gazing upon the giant sun, as he sank calmly to rest over the crimsoned waters ; and there, I candidly confess, lulled by the rippling of the waves, and the cheery song of the mariners, and the hum of passing voices, and the natural poetry of the spot, have I enjoyed many a comfortable half- hour's repose. Who could forego the delights of a seductive little siesta like this in the very arms, as it were, of mother nature ? Some of my happiest moments abroad were spent beneath the shelter of those trees in the Battery Garden. I was reclining under their cool green canopy, one quiet evening in July, thoroughly abandoned to the numerous fan- cies and delights so romantic a situation suggested, when I felt the pressure of somebody's hand upon my shoulder. A tall, handsome, olive- com plexioned young man, with dark curly hair, and black whiskers meeting under his chin, stood be- WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. 383 fore me. He extended his hand in a frank sort of way, and I accepted it, making room for him at the same time upon the bench on which I sat. He seated himself, took from his breast pocket an elegant leather case, embossed with beads, and, opening it, offered me a cigar ; which I accepted also, wondering very much to what all this ceremony and politeness was to lead. I was not left long in suspense. Striking a scented match for me, he said, " You were fast asleep, and, I have no doubt, dreaming very pleasantly. It was not the sleep of a turtle- fed alderman, but that of a happy child, who, with his hand full of primroses, stretches himself blissfully along the mossy bank of some sunny rill, and has visions of the ' better land.' Sleep is a telescope.'* "Very pretty and poetical," thought I; "what next?" and not knowing exactly what to say, I made a slight gesture of approval. " I passed and repassed several times, before I touched your shoulder. You remember me, of course?" " No, I have not had the pleasure of meeting you before." " Look at me again." " I am of that opinion still. Your features are quite un- known to me." " Did we not take coffee together, and play chess in Mon- treal?" " I recollect now, perfectly ; yes, in Donegana's hotel. It was a drawn game, I think." " You are right, and lasted upwards of six hours. It is very strange that the circumstance should have slipped your memory ; but I am altered a little perhaps ;" and my new acquaintance laughed in a musical and fascinating manner, removing the ash at the same time neatly from the cigar with his little finger. " Your name is Log, I believe? " said he. "Yes, and yours?" " Tregenza or Ernest or Captain, if you like it better. Abel, too, is a much more agreeable word than Log. Log sounds heavy, lumpish. Are you residing in New York ? " 384 WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. " For a season a month or two, perhaps." " I hope we shall be better acquainted." I bowed, rather coldly, for I did not know into what com- pany I had fallen. He continued, "There is a fine view from this Battery Garden. Are you fond of water scenery?" " Yes; I have been admiring yonder pretty yacht. Is she of American build?" Captain Tregenza shaded his eyes, and gazed steadily at the vessel alluded to, "A Spaniard, I fancy," said he; "she has a very rakish look, upon my word. A fast sailer, I have no doubt. Have the goodness to excuse me for one second." And he went to salute a group of ladies and gentlemen who were advancing. They were respectable people, and I felt re-assured. There was some easy conversation, a little laughter, a good deal of shaking of hands, and my new companion again took his seat by my side. One of the young ladies was handsome, and it seemed to me or it was fancy that Captain Tregenza thought so too. He fell into a reverie which lasted several minutes, then roused himself, and inquired if I had many friends in the city. " Scarcely one," returned I, " for I have lost all my letters of introduction." " Heyday ! you must feel awkward ; come and stay with me. I promise you I am no ascetic;" and he laughed again. " We will board together, but be no clog to each other's movements. You shall tell me candidly when my company will be dis- agreeable to you; and I will not fail to hint as much when yours is likely to prove irksome to me. What say you ?" "The offer is tempting, but it comes late; I have already engaged lodgings." "No matter; shall we meet here to-morrow night, and smoke another cigar?" "If you will; I shall be found under this tree;" and, with a mutual nod and smile, Captain Tregenza and I parted. He walked slowly for a hundred yards, and then, having reached the garden gate, passed rapidly up the left side of Broadway. WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. 385 No doubt he was going to sup with the pleasant family to whom I had seen him speaking only a few minutes before. When I arose to return homeward, I found myself almost covered with small yellow grubs. The Battery Gardens are infested with these. They let themselves down from the trees by means of a fine thread, and hang dangling by dozens in the air. They are quite harmless, of course, but a score or two of them, creeping stealthily about a gentleman's hat and neckcloth, are by no means an enhancement of his personal attractions. ******* Before I had spent a week in the society of my new friends at No. , Square, I was perfectly reconciled to the loss of my letters of introduction. Indeed, I felt so satisfied with my present quarters, that, one morning as I was passing the Astor House, I was seized with a sudden fit of generosity, and ran in to push a dollar upon the waiter who had recommended me to them. The Miss Fitzherberts (particularly Fanny, the youngest of the orphans) played the piano and the guitar very touchingly ; Mr Merrivale performed accompaniments on the flute; Mr Molson was a proficient upon the cornopean; and Mr Headley, the mercantile gentleman, had an extremely fine rich manly voice, which was always at our service when we wished to get up a duet or glee. The elderly maiden lady, too, liked to see us cheerful, and took pleasure in anticipating our wants, and contributing to our amusement. Indeed, we had every comfort and enjoyment that we could possibly sigh for. The only drawback to our happiness was the loquacity and im- pertinence of the green parrot, who daily grew more personal and abusive. It was toward Mr Molson, however, that Nabob seemed to cherish the largest amount of ill-feeling. He made a butt of poor Mr Molson on all occasions, and said such exasperating things, that I was in hourly expectation of seeing the green parrot a corpse at the bottom of the cage. One evening, in particular, I recollect Mr Molson was paying some select at- tention and speaking tenderly to Fanny Fitzherbert, the ob- ject of his amour, as they sat together at the dinner-table, when 2 B 386 WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. Nabob, without attempting in any way to soften the severity of the stricture, cried, " Pooh, pooh ! put him out turn him out!" It was in vain that we strove to suppress our merri- ment; everybody laughed, except Mr Molson, and he sat si- lently brooding over the insult. Soon afterwards the elderly maiden lady left the room, and Mr Molson, who was unable to nurse his indignation longer, springing from his chair, thrust a thin walking-stick through the bars of Nabob's cage, and began to persecute him sorely. Nabob at first viewed the at- tack as a little sally of mirth and kind feeling on the part of Mr Molson, but at length, observing it to assume an aspect of determined hostility, he clambered hastily to the topmost turret of his castle, and, throwing all his energy into the words, cried, "Miss Westbrook! here! here!" A minute had scarcely elapsed before descending footsteps were heard upon the stairs ; the door opened, and Miss Westbrook presented herself. "What is the matter?" inquired the little maiden lady. (Mr Molson was reading.) "I am afraid that somebody was teasing you. What did you call me for, Nabob?" The green parrot, who, sagacious as he was, did not know how to follow up an advantage, instead of replying in a re- spectful manner, and recounting his wrongs, merely inquired in a facetious way after the little lady's health, and then burst into a shrill fit of laughter; whereupon Miss Westbrook, ex- pressing her unwillingness to be hoaxed so again, snatched a bunch of keys indignantly from the table, and resumed her domestic duties. The same evening, Mr Molson intimated a wish to have a few words with me in private ; and, upon our retiring to an- other room, he closed the door, and asked whether I had any serious intentions in a certain quarter. I was a little in the dark at first as to his meaning, but soon seeing the drift of the inquiry, assured him he had no grounds whatever for a sus- picion of the kind. He grasped my hand warmly. " You have of course observed that I entertain a slight par- tiality for Fanny?" said Mr Molson. I had observed it. WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. 387 " You are often in conversation with her; what do you talk about?" " Eh ? my dear sir " " No offence, I hope ; I merely wished to know whether you think I have much prospect of success. Does she mention my name at all ?" " Oh, yes; frequently." "In what way? Does she call me 'Molson?' or 'Mr Molson?' or 'Leonard?' Tell me the exact words, if you can." " I would rather not." " Nay, but I shall esteem it a great kindness if you will." " I cannot recollect the precise words." " Do you think she said ' Mr Molson ?'" " I think she did." " She never called me ' Molson ?' " " Never." "And you are sure she did not call me 'poor Mr Molson ?'" " I believe that was the expression." " What ! 'poor Mr Molson f" - " Yes." " Oh ! " Mr Molson leaned his brow against the wall, and closed his eyes. " Come, come," said I, " this will do no good ; it is not manly. Never mope; never whine. Be cheerful; your suit will prosper much better. Do you recollect what Sir John Suckling says ' Why so pale and wan, fond lover? Why so wan and pale ? Will, when looking well can't move her, Looking ill prevail 1 Prythee, why so pale 1 ' " " I will take your advice," said Mr Molson, his face bright- ening suddenly. "Ha! ha! very true; you shall not see me dismal again, I assure you." " But take care not to run to the other extreme, or you ruin all." 388 WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. " No, no; I understand. Let us go down I hear the piano, and Fanny's voice ; " and we descended together to the draw- ing-room. Two of the Miss Fitzherberts, Mr Headley, and Mr Merri- vale, were singing a glee, " Hail, rising morn." The window happened to be open, and, attracted by the melody, a number of people had collected before the house. Among them I saw Captain Tregenza, who, with his fine profile turned towards us, was standing apparently spell-bound, and gazing upon vacancy. He was attired in a most becoming undress naval uniform, and a blue cap decorated with a gold band, which har- monised very well with his rich curly hair and dark beard. I thought I had never seen a more graceful and manly figure. His sudden apparition reminded me of our appointment to meet at sunset in the Battery Gardens. The glee concluded, Mr Molson expressed himself particu- larly delighted with it. He inquired the name of the piece and the composer, and criticised it with so sprightly an air, that Miss Westbrook, whose chair was near mine, whispered me that Mr Leonard was in spirits to-night. He insisted, too, upon handing Miss Fitzherbert back to her seat; and, when anything droll was said by Mr Merrivale, or the wicked Fanny, he burst into such an ecstacy of merriment, that Nabob felt himself called upon to catch it up in an adjoining room, and make the walls echo again. Then poor Mr Molson would grow suddenly grave, and bite his lip with vexation. He made another effort, however, to be cheerful, and, to the astonishment of the whole company, volunteered a song. It was a very sentimental one, and suggestive of the deepest melancholy; but the first verse had no sooner come to a close, than Nabob, in the gravest possible voice, added, "With a tol de rol lol, tol de rol lol;" and then, going through the whole of his vocal achievements, one after the other, ended with the thanksgiving that Mr Mer- rivale usually repeated after meals. The effect was ludicrous in the extreme, and Mr Molson bounced suddenly from the room in a perfect frenzy of wrath and indignation. WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. 389 HEAP THE SEVENTY-SECOND. I was walking slowly down in the direction of the Battery, when I encountered Doctor Lyon. He was just turning a corner, but caught sight of me, checked himself, wheeled about, and extended, not one finger, but his whole hand, which I (being in a rather amiable mood) shook very cordially. " This way," said he, pulling me by the arm. "I am just married. Come with me ; I will introduce you to the bride." I had a few minutes to spare, and followed Doctor Lyon, more because I wished to see what sort of a lady his wife was, than with any wish to improve the acquaintance. He stopped at a handsome house, took a key from his waistcoat pocket, opened the door, and, ushering me up-stairs to the drawing- room, said he would return in five seconds. A pretty little girl, with blue eyes and flaxen hair, sat upon the sofa. Now I have always entertained a strong predilection for little maids, who are, as it were, fresh from the hand of Providence, and yet untainted by the world; and, seating myself by the young lady with the blue eyes, I drew her, with the air of an elder brother, towards me, and began to toy with the glossy curls that adorned her temples. "And what is your name?" said I, soothingly. " Mary or Alice or Agnes or Caroline which?" " Isabella Isabella Lyon." " Lyon ? Oh, I see: your papa was a widower. You have come home for the holidays, I suppose ? " " No," said she, smiling ; " I have left school." At this moment Doctor Lyon entered, but he had no sooner put his head in at the door than he stopped, stared, passed his hand twice backwards and forwards over his hair, and cried, " Hallo ! sir ! sir ! sir ! put her down directly. That is a cool proceeding, upon my word upon my word!" " What is the matter?" cried I, equally bewildered. " The matter? What do you mean by patting my wife's head in that way before my very face too?" 390 WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. "Your wife?" " My wife. Did I not tell you that I was a married man ?" I was amused in spite of my astonishment, and stammered an apology. Doctor Lyon accepted the apology, laughed too, and, introducing me in form, rang the bell for cake and wine. " Don't say another word about it," said he; "I see that it was a mistake. She looks young certainly, and will improve. Do you think I meant to marry some old frump with a wig and false teeth ? I have not lived to the age of fi ve-and-thirty for that." Doctor Lyon might safely have said five-and-forty. Most people, however, have a weakness somewhere. His wife, it appears (he had eloped with her), was about fourteen, but she was a Virginian, a fact I had not taken into consideration. They had been wedded only a few weeks. I began to like the doctor, and accepted an invitation to dine with him the next day. ******* Captain Tregenza was punctual to his appointment. He produced the embroidered cigar-case again, and I helped myself. " Was that the gift of some enamoured fair one?" I asked, as I returned it into his hand. He nodded, and then sighed in a way which proved that thereby hung a tale. "I will give you the whole history some day," said he. " What have you been doing with yourself all this hot evening?" I made a fitting reply, and propounded a similar query as touching his own movements. " Oh, as usual, sauntering up and down Broadway; staring at the fountains; looking at the people." "And eavesdropping at windows eh?" Ernest did not appear at all surprised; he had evidently great presence of mind. " The glee did you great credit, I will not deny," he said. " Pray, who was the pretty girl with the dark eyes and the braided her? I met her twice yesterday in the gardens. Will you " He would have proceeded, but a short, powerfully built, gruff-looking, seafaring man (apparently the skipper of WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. 391 some merchant vessel) placed himself before us, and, staring fixedly at Ernest, asked, "Have I seen you before?" " How can I reply to such a stupid question ? Stand aside I was watching the sunset." The man moved a step. " Have you seen me then ?" he in- quired. " No; I never beheld anything half so ugly." "I am sure we have met somewhere." " It would be no miracle; I walk in this place nightly." " I do not mean here at sea off' the Mexican coast." "It is a mistake; I don't remember encountering a pirate in that quarter." The seafaring man gnashed his teeth with rage, shook his head in a strange manner, thrust his hand into his bosom, and passed on. " Haveyou any engagement this evening ?" I asked of Ernest. " Yes; a friend will sup with me. Why ?" " I should like to board yonder roguish-looking schooner, the one I drew your attention to last night. She has certainly been a slaver; observe her shallow'' hull, and the rake of those masts." " I shall grow jealous, if you say much more about her. I thought my own little craft something of a clipper but come, you must not be disappointed." And, jumping into a boat, of which there were plenty at hand, together we pulled toward the object of my curiosity. "Ton deck there," cried I, availing myself of the approved nautical phraseology, for nothing irritates a sailor more than to talk to him in a long-shore dialect. "May I inquire your business, sir?" said a fair-haired, light-complexioned young man, leaning over the vessel's side as we drifted under her quarter. " I shall be much obliged by your allowing myself and friend to step on board. Is the captain at hand ? " "No; he has gone ashore, and I have no orders to admit strangers here." " In that case, we have had our pull for nothing, and will 392 WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. return." Ernest was sitting very composedly in the stern- sheets, smoking his cigar. "Avast a moment, sir," cried the sailor with the chestnut curls; "I have passed the word down to Mr Sparrs." Then in a minute, "You may come on board;" and up Captain Tregenza and I went accordingly. "What is the name of this vessel?" " The Dodo." "Whither bound?" " California." " What do you carry ?" " Provisions for the gold-diggers." " Was she not originally a slaver?" "Yes; would you like to see Long Torn?" and tossing a tarpaulin from amidships, I beheld the implement named. The tar with the light locks tapped the brass breech of the gun affectionately. " Will you go below?" said he. " Yes, if you please," returned P>nest; and, descending the companion, we found ourselves in the cabin. It was small but commodious, and tastefully decorated. A surly-looking man, with immense black whiskers, which met beneath his chin, sat at the table writing. "Do you want me?" he inquired, without raising his head, and in a most repulsive tone of voice. I said (quite as gruffly), " No, we don't." " What are you doing here, then?" "Looking about us; nothing more." " Humph ! who are you ?" "First, however, who are you?" " The owner of this craft." " I don't believe it. You are most probably the mate." " At all events you had better be civil." " Then somebody else should have set the example." " Bah ! we do not stand upon ceremony here. Will you eat ? " " Not at your expense." "Will you drink?" " Not in your company." WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. 393 The last retort rather nettled Mr Sparrs, and, putting his hand suddenly upon a decanter that stood at his elbow, he was about to launch it at my head, when Ernest planted a chair close to the table, seated himself exactly opposite our gruff in- terrogator, and, leaning forward, stared sternly into his face. The mate of the Dodo (for such he in reality was) returned the compliment with interest, and, as the pair sat glaring upon each other thus, like two gamecocks, their foreheads almost met. A more ridiculous scene I have seldom witnessed. Mr Sparrs was the first to break the charm, and proceed with his writing. Captain Tregenza then rose from the chair, and telegraphed to me that it was growing late, and time for us to go ashore. " Well, what do you think of the schooner?" said he, as we leaped to land. Then, on my expressing my admiration of everything I had seen, he shook his head gravely, and remarked that he hoped all was right, but he had his suspicions respect- ing her honesty. " I do not altogether like the look of that fellow who sat below quilldriving so industriously," said Ernest, "and if there is not something wrong, I am much mistaken." HEAP THE SEVENTY-THIRD. It was the cool of the evening. I had not stirred from the house the whole day, the thermometer having stood at a hun- dred and one in the shade. I was now about to take a plea- sant canter into the country with Miss Fanny Fitzlierbert. The horses were waiting at the door. Mr Molson entered my room rather abruptly, and flung himself upon the sofa. " You are going to ride out with Fanny?" said he, in a dismal manner. " I thought of doing so." " And have you changed your mind?" "Yes; you may go instead. I will excuse myself to Miss Fitzherbert. By the by, are you a good horseman?" 394 WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. " Very; but are you in earnest, and shall I get ready?" " At once." Mr Molson had been looking so wobegone for the past week, that, little suspecting in what my kindness was to result, I was glad to find that I could administer a cordial to his melancholy. I felt pleased to observe, too, that my proposal gave Miss Fitz- herbert pleasure. Her cheeks wore a rosier tint, and her eye sparkled with a superior animation. Mr Molson came bounding down the stair six steps at a time, and nearly pitched upon his nose as he skipped out at the front-door into the street. Fanny was mounted in a moment. " He is going to get up the wrong side," said Mr Headley, who, together with Mr Merrivale, was looking out of the win- dow. The face of Mr Molson was visible for a moment over the back of the horse, and then it as suddenly disappeared. Fanny, thinking that her escort was in the saddle, touched her palfrey gaily with the whip, and away she went. The groom rectified Mr Molson's error, and then away he went also, with his un- strapped trousers exhibiting a large development of stocking, and his knees upon a level with the horse's ears. I had a pleasant book, and took it with me to my favourite haunt, a shady bovver at the bottom of Miss Westbrook's gar- den, where I remained reading until the hour grew late. I then lighted one of the delicious cigars that Captain Tre- genza had given me, and fell into another of those agreeable reveries of which my nature is so susceptible. One by one the stars came out, and the moon majestically rising " tipped with silver all the fruit-tree tops." I am not merely making a quo- tation here ; I am relating facts, for the bower overlooked a narrow slip of green orchard, which contained many pictu- resque old trees, whose motionless leaves looked white in the ray. I was enjoying the quiet of the hour and the picturesque- ness of the scene, when suddenly a figure flitted across the avenue, mounted the crumbling old wall to the right, and dis- appeared. My curiosity and love of the marvellous were roused ; and, WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. 395 stepping lightly to the turf below, I walked through the gloom to the spot where the mysterious object had melted from my view. I laid my cigar upon the wall, and looked over, but saw nothing. Then I heard light advancing steps, and with- drew quickly into the shade. The figure (it was that of a man) leaped nimbly back into the orchard, but stopped, pried cautiously about, and seemed to hesitate ; then seizing my un- extinguished cigar, threw it down, stamped upon it, and with- drew (precisely as I had already done) into the gloom of an apple- tree. " This gay Lothario," said I to myself, " loves some pretty girl on the other side of that wall, but the parents of the lady are averse to the match, and have forbidden him the house. He, nothing daunted, visits her occasionally by moonlight; but this evening the green-eyed monster has possession of him. How odd that a little harmless pun 1 ' of tobacco smoke should have the power to put a man in such a rage! He suspects that he has a rival in the garden, and is now waiting, like a grave old spider in a nook, to pounce upon him as he returns; but he would wait a long time; so I had better put an end to the farce ;" and I walked from under the tree which concealed me. The gentleman walked out as promptly, and we eyed each other for upwards of a minute. He appeared very jealous and angry at first, but he cooled down last. His name I knew to be Lascelles, and he lived at the next door upon the left. " What are you doing in this orchard?" said he. "What were you doing on the other side of the wall?" said I. " You were playing the spy." " While somebody else played the fool." "Come, come; you will not betray a secret; promise me that?" " I will not promise anything till you have answered my question." " Then walk this way, and we will talk it over." " No ; follow me into yonder bower, which is quite private." " Agreed ; I will be there as soon as you ; " and placing his 396 WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. hand on the wall to the left not the one to the right, over which he had gone to meet the lady he leaped it, and was gone. " I shall see no more of him," thought I ; but I was wrong. I had scarcely sat down ere Lascelles made his entre, with a box of cigars under one arm, and two bottles of wine under the other. He then produced a couple of glasses from his pocket, drew a knotty, crabbed-looking old wooden bench to the stone table, and said, "Now we shall be snug." There was certainly a dash of joviality in these proceedings. " I have forgotten the corkscrew," cried Lascelles. "Never mind ; knock off the neck ;" and he suited the ac- tion to the word. The jasmine arbour became strongly redolent of savoury old port ; cigars were lighted ; glasses filled ; and my new ac- quaintance, resting his feet luxuriously upon a gnarled branch, entered into the promised explanations : " It frequently happens to people residing in a town, that they will spend half their lives in it without knowing their next-door neighbour. This would have been the case, perhaps, with* you and myself, if the adventure of to-night had not brought us into collision. I have often seen you pacing the old orchard yonder, and wondered who you were ; and once or twice almost harboured a presentiment that you had a tender penchant for the lady to whom I was about to pay one of my customary evening visits a few minutes ago. Guess my an- noyance, therefore, when I found your cigar on the wall. My suspicions seemed confirmed; my jealousy was roused, and I was about to give vent to my indignation and anger, but the moment I had caught sight of your features, which (excuse my plainness of speech) are not the most prepossessing I have ever seen, I felt re-assured I saw I had nothing to fear. But to my explanation. " My family, which is one of the oldest and most respected in the city, have for many generations dwelt in the house here to the left, and I am the last of of the Mohicans. Not a re- lative have I in the world. I was going to add, not a friend ; but I should have been overstepping the bounds of truth there, WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. 397 for I have several friends, and shall most probably retain them as long as a bottle of that old port (the bin is getting low) remains in my cellar. Not any longer ; and in fact there is nothing like cutting one's prosy, long-standing acquaintance now and then changing the suit of life's cards, as it were, and few of mine have turned up trumps. However, to the story. Of my father I have little recollection he died when I was a mere boy ; but of my grandfather I can tell you a good deal. He was a colonel in the army, and served under General Washington,- whose life he once saved. The wars over, he sheathed his sword, and settled down here, hoping to spend the evening of his days in tranquillity. He had brought up a large family, but, like the bottles of choice old port I be- fore alluded to, they have dropped away one by one, and I alone am left. The colonel who has not long been dead, for he lived to a great age was a choleric old gentleman, and when once he had taken a thing into his head, nothing would turn him. While he was yet a lieutenant, Washington one day sent him to reduce a fort which had occasioned the Ame- rican army some annoyance. He was repulsed six times ; his troops fought well ; but the greater part were shot down some were bayoneted, others pitched neck and crop from their scal- ing ladders, a few were blown to pieces, and many more toma- hawked by a party of Indians, who sallied out upon them, and returned laden with scalps. That very sally, however, won my grandfather the victory, for, as they ran out, he, with his few surviving comrades, ran in, laid about him furiously, left his sword in the body of the commandant, pistolled a captain, spitted a serjeant, thumped a corporal, and soundly pommelled several privates ; then turned the guns upon them, hauled down the enemy's flag, and hoisted his own. I merely mention this little occurrence to prove to you that my grandfather was not a man to be trifled with. As he grew older, too, he grew fiercer, and more obstinate and determined to carry his point. One afternoon as his coachman was driving him out, the latter had occasion to go through a very narrow street, where there was not room for two carriages to pass each other. It happened 398 WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. to be a gay day in the city, and a grand concourse of citizens, headed by a band of musicians and a party of horsemen carry- ing regalia and banners, were proceeding up the street as my grandfather was jogging down it. * Make way, make way there in front!' cried the advanced guard of the mob. 'Ride them down, if they don't move.' This note of defiance put the old gentleman instantly on his mettle. He had intended to wheel about when he saw that the carriage was an ob- stacle to their progress, but, like fat John Falstaff, he would do nothing on compulsion, and he refused to budge an inch. There was a great uproar, as you will suppose, and they threat- ened to turn the horses' heads. * Do, if you dare,' said my grandfather, and he dragged an old horse-pistol (he always carried one with him, in case of accidents) from under the carriage cushion, and cocked it in their faces. Louder and louder grew the din, but there sat my grandfather in the carriage, and the coachman on the dickey. The coachman was a grim old Serjeant of the colonel's, and had smelt powder. 'Are you going to move ? ' roared the party of horsemen 'No!' bellowed my grandfather in return; '1 told you that before;' and he looked to his priming and flint. ' You will not go back ? ' ' I will not,' * Then you shall not advance.' * Very good,' said my grandfather, ' I am in no hurry;' and drawing a newspaper from under another cushion, he began to read. " In about ten minutes, as he was turning the sheet and com- mencing the perusal of a fresh column, the mob held a council of war, the musicians struck up ' Yankee doodle,' and the pro- cession faced about. Then the colonel, shutting up the news- paper, deliberately gave the Serjeant the word to advance. Now it so happened that my grandfather's two horses were par- ticularly vicious ones, and growing restive, I suppose, at the bad music, they bit one or two of the flag-carriers, nud caught up between them the chief trumpeter by the waistband of his small-clothes; whereupon his brother musicians called upon those in front to move quicker, and pressed so upon their heels, that the party of cavalry were thrown into confusion, a complete panic seized the crowd, and presently my grandfather WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. 399 drove them all, like a conquered enemy leaving a sacked city, helter-skelter before him. But this is a digression ; I am not getting on with my tale. " My grandfather, I told you, was getting old, and as I was the last of the line, the Uncas of his race, he wished me to marry and settle ; a matter which had as yet not much oc- cupied my thoughts. I promised him, however, that I would take it into my consideration. 'Pooh! nonsense about con- sideration/ cried he ; ' do it at once. Never procrastinate. Do as I did.' And by the by, I must let you know how that was, said Lascelles. " My grandmother was a fine woman, a sensible woman, a strong-minded woman, and when my grandfather proposed to her she rejected him. He knew that (so he used to say) to be all stuff', and prepared for his wedding just as though every- thing had been satisfactorily arranged between himself and her. He fixed the day, furnished his house, invited his friends, engaged the parson, and the rumour of his projected marriage spread abroad. The lady heard of it, and was per- haps a little piqued to find (as she Supposed) that another had so soon supplanted her in the colonel's affections. When she saw him again, she congratulated him upon his prospects, and inquired upon whom his choice had fallen. " ' Eh ? ' said my grandfather and he was really a handsome soldier-like man the lady ? Why, I am going to marry you, to be sure.' " * I am sure you are not,' said she. " ' I will marry nobody else, madam ; you may depend upon that,' said my grandfather. * This very day week we shall be man and wife.' " The next evening she again met the colonel at a party. Washington himself happened to be present. ' Introduce me to your intended wife, Lascelles,' said the general ; and my grandfather led him to the lady in question. She wondered at his impudence, and presently asked him how he dare circu- late a report of the kind. " Truth will out, madam,' said the veteran. 400 WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. " ' You think to carry me by storm,' replied the colonel's in- tended, * but you will not do it, sir.' " ' I shall carry you in some way or other, madam, I make small doubt,' said the colonel, smoothing his moustache ; and, to the lady's great astonishment, on the very morning that my grandfather had fixed for the wedding, a carriage drew up at her door, the colonel alighted, walked in, offered her his arm, walked out again, ordered the coachman (no other than the trusty Serjeant) to drive to the church, made her his wife, and lived with her very comfortably for upwards of forty years afterwards. In fact, my grandfather never appeared to think anything impossible. If he had coveted a slice from the moon, or the tail of a young comet, I verily believe he would have found some means of accomplishing its capture. " I shall never get on with my story. I told you that my grandfather wished me to marry. I begged him to make choice of a wife for me. " ' What do you think of Kate Flodden ? ' said he ; ' the old barrister's niece at the next door but one.' " * I should like her very well.' My grandfather seized his hat at once, and was about to leave the house. I inquired whither he was going. " ' To get her for you,' he replied. " * Stay ; the affair grows serious. The uncle is a proud old man, and ' " * Pooh ! ' cried the colonel ; * when you set about a thing, go to it with a will. To a man of resolution there is nothing impossible. If you won't let me go, go yourself.' " * Well, perhaps you had better undertake the matter I could not speak in my own praise.' " And he went, but returned quickly, with his eye flashing, and his whiskers standing on end. " ' Is it all right ? ' I asked. " ' Quite quite satisfactory, Laurence,' was the response ; ' the garrison refuses to surrender, and must be reduced in the regular way. Kate must be yours, and if one drop of the true Lascelles blood runs in your veins .' WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. 401 tc< I will have her that's flat,' cried I; and I began to form my plans of attack. I had already danced with Kate on one or two occasions, and we had often promenaded the Battery Gardens together. I was on speaking terms, too, with her old curmudgeon of an uncle, who shuns the society of all his neigh- bours. But at this stage of the siege my poor old grandfather died, and his death, and the grief it occasioned me, drove all lighter matters from my thoughts. Grief, after all, however, is merely the summer-cloud upon youth's sky, and my spirits soon recovered their wonted gaiety. The old colonel's parting words to me, too, were, ' Persevere, my dear Laurence make Kate Flodden your own.' After a decent interval, therefore, I began to consider in what way I should best advance my in- terests with Kate. * I have no chance of softening the heart of the uncle,' said I, 'so I must bring all my artillery to bear upon that of the niece. I can thrum a little on the guitar, and will serenade her by moonlight.' I did so. I learned the room in which she slept, and placed myself under the window. I played a touching air, and sang a few dismal words which I had composed expressly for the occasion. * She is affected I hear somebody at the casement above. Again she is opening the window the dear creature!' The window did open, and the next moment a flood of cold water deluged my person from head to foot. I just caught a sight of the tassel of the old gentleman's nightcap, as he drew in his head and slammed down the sash. Conceive my mortification and humbled pride. I have never thrummed a note since; but this rebuff, though it damped my enthusiasm a little, did not for one instant cause me to waver in my resolution. " One beautiful evening, about a month afterwards (for I thought it best to let the adventure of the guitar blow over first), I scrambled at dusk over yonder wall, crossed the or- chard, and secreted myself among the shrubbery in the old barrister's garden, in the hope that, if Kate ever walked at that witching hour, I might catch a glimpse of her as she passed. All was silence, and stealing forth, I tripped quickly along the grass-plot till I came to a sort of bower, or grotto, in 2c 402 WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. the middle of which a little fountain was playing, and sprink- ling its freshness over the group of pink shells that surrounded it. 'This is evidently the retreat of Kate Flodden,' said I; *yes ah, what is that? a hook!' I stole out with the vo- lume into the moonlight, and found it to be an illustrated edi- tion of ' Lalla Rookh.' It was lying open, and she had been reading the ' Fire- worshippers.' I scaled the wall again, re- crossed the orchard, scampered into my own garden, plucked a handful of the choicest flowers, arid, forming them into a little bouquet, returned to place it on the friendly page. That will do, I will come again to-morrow night; and, kissing the flowers, like a great amorous booby, as you will no doubt think me, away I went. " The next evening I repeated the visit. The flowers had disappeared, and the book lay open at the 'Light of the Harem.' I placed another bouquet upon it, and returned home- ward with a light heart, I did the same the next night, and the next in fact, for upwards of a week and on each occa- sion the flowers had been appropriated, and the book lay open at a fresh page. At length my gardener (and he was no other than my grandfather's trusty old serjeant, of whom you have heard me speak) told me that he was sure somebody was in the habit of stealing the flowers, for he saw the print of a man's foot every morning upon the beds, and he talked of keeping watch with a loaded musket; so I was obliged to let the serjeant into the secret of my amour. " On the last occasion of my having placed the bouquet upon the opened book, and as I was in the act of turning to leave the grotto, Kate entered it. She was much startled, of course, but I could not help fancying from her manner that she was in some measure prepared for a meeting of the kind. Kate was about to fly from the spot, but I interposed, begged that she would hear me, and in a few hurried words unburdened myself of the tale of my long attachment, &c. I assured Kate I had the most delicate notion of what was due to one of her sex, and that nothing but the hopelessness of my case had in- duced me to intrude thus upon her privacy. I declared, more- WIIITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. 403 over, that I pined dreadfully for her in secret, and that my health was suffering severely in consequence; but I had such a robust round face all the while, that I fear she would hardly be able to credit that assertion. I could see, however, that she was softened. " ' Only assure me of one thing, Mr Lascelles,' said Kate, laughing, 'and I will promise to pardon these repeated intru- sions; tell me you had nothing whatever to do with that ab- surd serenade scene, or I shall never be able to think of you with any degree of gravity. Say that you have no knowledge of the circumstance.' " * Serenade !' echoed I. * A serenade what serenade?' " ' I allude to the midnight visit of some romantic cavalier, who was so foolish as to place himself under a wrong window, and over whom my indignant uncle (for unfortunately he has no ear for music) precipitated the jug of cold water that had been intended for his morning ablutions.' " ' Is*it possible, Miss Flodden/ was my artless response, ' that you can suppose ? do you believe for one moment ' " ' You, then, were not the proprietor of the guitar and plain- tive ditty?' " * Hear me swear ' exclaimed I, passionately, '"No, no, no; let us have no swearing, if you please,' re- turned Kate; 'that is enough. I am satisfied. Now, pray go, or my uncle and the servants will overhear you. There there.' " I seized her hand, kissed it, and leaped the wall. " I need scarcely tell you that I now became pretty regular in my attendance. Kate, in spite of her coquettish way, and strong sense of the ridiculous, really loved me, and I was happy; but one evening, about a fortnight since, I had nearly the ill luck to ruin all. I went, as usual, to chat in the grotto with Kate. I entered it boldly, and sat down. '"Is that you, Kate?' asked Mr Flodden, who was reclin- ing in the gloom, enjoying the coolness of the fountain, and a temporary respite from the combined attacks of a myriad mos- quitoes. 404 WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. " I was struck dumb. Mr Flodden was rather infirm, and nearly blind; he had not recognised me, but if I opened my lips, the truth would out. "'Is that you, Kate?' asked the old barrister again; and, leaning forward, he put his hand upon my arm. He jumped almost from his seat, and cried, * Speak ! who are you, sir ? and what is your business here?' " At this moment Kate entered. " 'Laurence Lascelles,' said I; for, now that the discovery had been made, I felt calm, and ready to dare the worst that could befall me. ' You were aware that I loved your niece, but denied me your house, and compelled me to seek an inter- view with Miss Flodden here. My intentions are, and ever have been, strictly honourable, and I candidly tell you, that, if I am denied the privilege of paying my addresses in one way, I shall seek an opportunity of doing so in another. You were acquainted with the peculiarities of my grandfather, and will find that I inherit a tolerable share of his firmness.' " ' His obstinacy, sir/ cried Mr Flodden, thumping the stone table angrily with clenched fist. " ' Call it what you please/ said I. '"Kate, desire this young man to quit your presence and my garden for ever/ said Mr Flodden, with a trembling voice. " Kate spoke not a word. " ' Kate, do you hesitate?' " Still not a word ; though a sound something between a sob and a sigh was plainly audible. " ' Come hither, sir/ said the old barrister, in an altered tone, and taking my hand with that of his niece, he locked them together. " * Kate is a dutiful child, and cannot have set her regard upon an unworthy person. In future, sir, make your entrance by the front-door.' " "And here," said Lascelles, "my story, which has been a much longer one than I intended, ends." " One thing puzzles me yet," said I. " As Mr Flodden has WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. 405 given your suit his countenance, why clamber stealthily over the garden wall to-night?" " Oh, that query is soon solved. A front-door is a tame thing in a love affair. There is nothing like a garden wall, and jasmine- wreathed windows ; besides, it is a short cut, and grown sacred by custom. Are you satisfied?" asked Las- celles. " Oh perfectly," said I, rising to leave the arbour. HEAP THE SEVENTY-FOURTH. I had just parted with Lascelles, and was about to return to the house, when Mr Headley met me in the garden, and begged that I would follow him immediately, for that poor Molson had been brought home upon somebody's shutter. " He attempted to drown himself," said Mr Headley, " and I fear has partially succeeded. Miss Fitzherbert requests you will not lose a moment, as she considers herself in some mea- sure the cause of the catastrophe." I found Mr Molson in his chamber. They were holding him heels uppermost, under the supposition that the water he had swallowed would under this treatment be induced to eject itself from his stomach. I was somewhat ridiculed, therefore, when I stated that he had not swallowed any water at all, and laying him on the bed with his head a little raised, resorted to the usual mode of resuscitating drowned persons. My labours were soon crowned with success, and Mr Molson opened his eyes, but immediately shut them again. I am constrained to acknowledge that he was not quite so poorly as he pretended to be. He recovered his senses rather unexpectedly. I inti- mated my suspicions to Mr Merrivale. "Where am I?" asked Mr Molson. "Oh, come, come, let us have none of this nonsense," said Mr Merrivale ; " you know very well where you are. Do not talk 406 WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. in this way, or I shall believe you to be a greater goose than I was disposed to think you." "Pray how did the accident happen?" I inquired of Mr Headley, who was endeavouring to disentagle Leonard's dis- hevelled locks, and reduce them to some order with a brush and comb. "Accident! it was no accident at all," chimed in Mr Mer- rivale. " He made some absurd proposal to our friend Fanny as they rode out together on horseback, and, not meeting with the reception he expected, what does rny gentleman do but dismount very gravely, and walk into the Hudson. In justice to his own prudence, I should tell you he did not believe the depth to exceed three feet; but, finding it more than that, he squalled lustily for help, and had the luck, just as he was about to be drowned in good earnest, to be rescued by one of the North Carolina's crew, who hooked him up by the small clothes, and had the humanity to convey him up hither. If I have wronged you by any misstatement, Molson, pray speak," said Mr Merri- vale. Here there was a knock at the door, and a tender inquiry after Mr Leonard's health. " There is not the least occasion for alarm, ladies, I assure you," replied Mr Merrivale ; "he is in a very fair way of re- covery. Mr Molson improves rapidly, and will be able to thank you for your kindness in person to-morrow." I went in again the last thing before I retired for the night, to see Mr Molson. He looked pale, and motioned me to a seat by the bedside. " Remember that my watch and seals are for my mother," he said, sepulchrally ; "my writing-desk and books I give to you." " What, are you determined to die, then, after all?" " Will you oblige me by opening that drawer, and handing ine the square box it contains?" I obeyed. Mr Molson opened the box, and took from it a pair of handsome rifle pistols. I supposed he was about to bequeath them to me also, but, oh dear no. He loaded one of WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. 407 them, with a frightful calmness of manner, capped it, cocked it, and begged that, if I entertained the slightest regard for him, I would not stay his hand. I promised on my word of honour that I would not. He gave me a snappish look, by \vay of thanks, and put his left hand upon his forehead. "A pistol-ball will soon reach the brain, will it not?" he asked. " It depends upon circumstances not always." "Good- by!" "Oh, goud-by!" There was a step upon the stair. Mr Molson clapped the pistol into the case, tucked the case under the bed-clothes, drew the bed-clothes up to his chin, and left nothing but his nose visible. I wished him a good night's rest, and left the room. The next morning found Mr Molson not only alive, but per- fectly well, and at the breakfast- table. There was a certain roguish twinkle in the eyes of ev.-ry one present; but, with a delicacy and kindness that did them credit, not the slightest allusion was made to the occurrence' of the night before, and it would have provoked no comment or attention whatever, had not Mr Molsori's old and inveterate enemy, the parrot, crammed his head suddenly through the bars of the cage, and, survey- ing the repentant suicide with a droll leer that was quite ir- resistible, cried, "Poor Molson!" and then burst into another of those loud and insulting fits of laughter, which were always so irritating to the individual against whom they were di- rected. Nor did Nabob's merriment appear to be at all feigned, for he several times repeated the words "Poor Molson!" and continued to laugh, until (like some elderly gentleman troubled with short breath) he was obliged to stoop with the violence of it, and at last ended in a species of choke. Miss Wesi-brook, therefore, very considerately ordered a servant to remove Na- bob to an adjoining parlour ; and Mr Molson, who had all the time kept his eyes fixed heroically upon the ceiling, to our great relief shortly afterwards quitted the room also. 408 WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. One morning I received a letter from Captain Tregenza. It ran as follows : " BROOKLYN, Tuesday Evening. Date doubtful. " Mon cher Abel, My numerous engagements (and none of them of a tender nature, believe me) have prevented my seeing you for the last few days, or even taking my customary stroll round the Battery Gardens. Those accursed mosquitoes, too, bite so plaguily toward sunset, that one has scarcely any com- fort in venturing abroad. It would be some consolation to me to see you bitten half as badly as I have been on one or two occasions. " To talk soberly : I have a proposal to make you. I think I stated the other day (at all events I meant to do so), that my little vessel (why have you not accompanied me on board here ere this?) will sail very shortly. You know her destination. What say you to make the trip with me? A cruise to sea would do you good. I want a companion, and, as you have seen a little of the world, and learned to laugh at it, and have now and then a pleasant knack at tagging couplets together, I think you would snit me charming well. To the point, then : I will take you out, and bring you back again. Time is of no particular value to you, and variety, as somebody says, is pleas- ing. I can promise you pure air, constant change of scene, and (though that, you will say, is a gross inducement) the best of good cheer. If you should be seized with one of your studious fits, too, there are books at any rate there shall be, as I was about to order a dozen or two volumes for my cabin shelves. Go thou into the best store Broadway boasts, and make a selection for, very sincerely thine, "Abel Log, Esquire. ERNEST TREGENZA. "P.S. I forgot to tell you that we shall be absent about twelve months not longer unless we touch at some of those romantic islands of which we spoke. The gentlemen are truly barbarous, but the ladies are particularly friendly and agree- able. " P.P.S. My mate is a most refined and polished personage WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. 409 a perfect Lord Chesterfield : but we can either have his company or not, just as you may wish and arrange." I read Tregenza's friendly letter several times. What he had stated was very true. I was fond of change, and time, just at present, was of no particular value to me. Ernest was a pleasant fellow, and I had a strong inclination to accept his proposal. But then, on the other hand, I was anxious to see the Mammoth Cave of Kentucky, and to visit Boston, more particularly as I had been promised an introduction to that talented lady, Miss Sedgwick ; and I had a friend to seek out in Philadelphia, and I had a number of other places to visit and things to do which could not be neglected or forgotten. "The captain's offer is a very handsome and seductive one," pondered I, " but I cannot accept it I must not do so ; and I had better write him to that effect at once." Tregenza replied again in person. He used every argument that he thought likely to make me waver in my resolution, and, finding me firm, went away in a pet. He left his walk- ing-cane behind him, and, as I was admiring it, the lower part slid off, and discovered a beautiful little rapier. The point for two inches and upwards had a dull stain upon it. Mr Headley pronounced it to be blood ; and Mr Merrivale scrap- ing off a portion of the dust, and applying it to his nostril, nodded his head. Ernest had evidently pinked somebody with it very lately. HEAP THE SEVENTY-FIFTH. It was the noon of a sultry day in August. One could not walk it was too hot for that ; one could not ride it would have come under the head of cruelty to animals; one could not read a book had to be held, and that was a fatigue; one could not sleep the mosquitoes would not let you. Fans wjere flapping in all directions; and in the front of the Astor House, down Broadway, five-and-twenty travellers were sitting in the 410 WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. shade, with their weary legs elevated to a level with their chins, and the rims of their straw hats resting on their noses. Few people were to be seen in the streets, for they were afraid of receiving a sun-stroke. I was sitting in the arbour at the bottom of Miss West- brook's garden, and talking to Lascelles. I heard the large bell up at the house ring violently, and ran to see what was the matter. I found the little elderly maiden lady, Miss Fanny Fitzherbert and her sisters, Mr Merrivale, Mr Headley, and Mr Molson, standing round the parrot's cage. I inquired if anything had happened to Nabob. "He is dying," said Miss Westbrook, wringing her hands; " I am sure he is dying. He has been poisoned." The bird certainly looked ill. He was poising himself upon one leg on the bottom of the cage, and turning up his eyes frightfully. " Oh, I am convinced that somebody has poisoned Nabob ; I will never believe to the contrary ! " cried Miss Westbrook, in a tremulous voice. I glanced towards Mr Molson. He was very pale, and he gave a gulp like a person in the last stage of suffocation. " He he will get better, I have no doubt," stammered Mr Molson; "perhaps the heat affects him. Poor Nabob!" " Poor Molson ! " replied the bird ; and then he tried to laugh, but couldn't. '* Poor Nabob ! " cried Miss Westbrook, with a flood of tears; "you have been poisoned, I know." Mr Molson applied a handkerchief to his brow, and sat down in an exhausted manner. A few minutes afterwards Nabob called for Miss Westbrook ; he was going fast. He next (for the green parrot had caught up everything that was said at table) ordered the bell to be rung, probably that all the household might be summoned to witness his peaceful end. In another moment he closed his vermilion-coloured eyes, gave a long shrill whistle, then a short laugh, issued directions to a servant to carry him out, repeated his usual grace, and fell down dead. The murder was eventually traced to the door of Mr Molson, and he received a hint to supply himself with a WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. 411 suite of apartments elsewhere. I have not since had the pleasure of receiving tidings of him. ****** * As I was returning one night from a saunter in the pictu- resque neighbourhood of the Battery (I had Ernest's rapier- cane under my arm), some very beautiful music fell upon my ear, and I traced it to a retired garden which is much fre- quented by the gentlemen of New York, when they wish to indulge in the luxury of an ice-cream, and enjoy the gratifica- tion of hearing a few of their most select arid popular melodies performed upon a fine band. Music is always an attraction to me. They were just playing Moore's " Last Rose of Summer" as I entered the garden, and seated myself in an arbour, under the shade of some pleasant trees. The romance of the scene was in some measure weakened by the occasional transit of a waiter, with a towel over his arm and glasses upon a tray; but I winked at this, and, ordering some refreshment by way of keeping up appearances, reclined blissfully in a corner, with my eyes half closed. Presently the well-known voice of some person in an adjoining arbour struck upon my ear. It was that of Captain Tregenza. I wondered who his companion was. The voice was familiar tome also, but I failed to recog- nise it. " Eighteen will not be sufficient," I heard Ernest say; " we must have six-and-twenty. What are you to do when half your hands get disabled? We had twenty-six before, and we will have twenty-six again. Don't say any more about it; I will have my way." A few words of remonstrance were here offered, but Tregenza cried, " I have spoken, sir! " and there was a heavy clash, as though he had struck his fist upon the table, and upset several glasses. A silence of some minutes succeeded, and then the gruff voice observed, " Hans Korck is a whole gang of boarders in himself. Did you ever see him handle a pike ? " " He can do his duty, I have no doubt," said Tregenza ; " and so he ought, for I have not spared his schooling ! " Duty, thought I what does this duty consist in, I wonder? 412 WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. And, feeling conscious that I was playing the paltry part of an eavesdropper, I coughed in a manner which left it to the op- tion of the speakers whether they continued the conversation or not. Ernest abruptly entered the bower in which I sat, and put his face close to mine, to see if he had compromised him- self in any way by his freedom of speech. I was sitting in the gloom, and at first he did not recognise my features ; but, when he had done so, he drew me by the button from my corner into the next box. Opposite him sat Mr Sparrs, the surly mate of the Dodo. I now saw through the whole thing. Captain Tregenza observed that I had made a discovery, and said in a pleasant way, " Come, come, I know if there is any secret in the matter it will rest safe with you." I must confess that I felt a little disappointed. Ernest was a fine-looking young man, and I had supposed, also, a high-spirited and an honourable one; but now, how was he fallen in my estimation! He had degenerated into a mere ruffian a common cut-throat, without one spark of gentlemanly feeling or right principle. " You are a very pretty pair," said I, banteringly, and gaz- ing first on him, and then upon the sulky Mr Sparrs. " That rakish craft yonder is in the merchant service, is she ? You carry provisions to the gold-diggings, eh ? And what else do you carry? Has Long Tom any family? Are there any little Toms?" "Hush, hush, my dear fellow; do be quiet," cried Ernest. " Upon my word, you are very incautious. If it had not been for that noisy varlet with the trombone yonder, who is fast blowing himself into a consumption, somebody would have overheard you." " Is this your walking-stick ? " said I, producing the rapier- cane. " Yes; I left it at your lodgings. Rather a pretty toy, isn't it?" " Particularly so," unsheathing it ; " and pray," pointing to the blood, " do you generally perform the part of ship-surgeon, and phlebotomise your patients with this? " " Oh, there is a droll story connected with that ; I will relate WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. 413 it to you some day. Come, brother Sparrs, do not look so sour ; this is a friend of ours, and one not given to gossipping. Won't you stay with us ? " "No; I must return on board." " Then go, you owl ! " and the mute of the Dodo, killing a large mosquito with his palm as he arose, left the garden. * Murder will out, you see, mon cher capitaine," said I. " I thought you a very pretty fellow until to-night, and now " *' You know my real character, you think, but you do not, nor shall you leave this place until I have in some measure un- deceived you. Hear a short story. I shall cut it as short as possible, that you may not yawn. I am a gentleman by birth, as well as by education, and by feeling, too, I believe, but I was born under an unlucky planet. The Fates have not treat- ed me handsomely. I have experienced a heavy misfortune. Of my parents I shall not speak now ; I shall confine this tale to those particulars which immediately concern myself. From rny earliest childhood I was always fond of the sea ; and a voyage or two across the Atlantic, backed up by my previous knowledge of naval matters, made me a perfect sailor. The more the winds blew, and the billows leaped and roared, the more I liked it ; so, as I had money at command, I bought a little vessel (not the Dodo), fitted her out in the most beautiful manner imaginable, and made several successful cruises. But during one of these, as I was on my return homeward, and hugging the Mexican coast, I had the luck, one dark night, to be boarded by a scoundrel of a pirate, who mistook me for a rich Spanish galleon, laden with gold dust, of which he had long been in search. As I was napping unsuspiciously below, I knew nothing of the affair until it was over, and the rascal had got safely away. I then found three of my crew dead upon deck, several more lying bathed in their blood, and my cabin completely ransacked. Among other things, they had taken a hamper of wine, and my chronometer, without which, you know, a captain is almost helpless upon a wide ocean. I could have put up with the loss of these, but there was a cool impudence about the whole business which exasperated me 414 WIIITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. very much; and the moment morning had dawned, seeing a sail in the offing, I clapped on every stitch of canvas I could carry, and gave her chase. I had no doubt that it was the pirate ; but a stern chase, they say, is a long chase, and I did not come up with her until night, when, laying my little vessel skilfully alongside, followed by my crew, cutlass in hand, I leaped upon her deck. 'No quarter!' cried I; 'down with the dogs!' There was a smart scuffle, you may suppose, but they did not make half the resistance I expected they would. In fact, I was quite surprised to obtain a victory upon such easy terms. Seven of my brave lads were wounded, but none killed. The pirates, however, had suffered severely. Nine of them never moved again, a great many (the cowards !) had jumped overboard in their fright, and several others were gashed and mutilated in a shocking manner. " ' Which is the captain of your gang?' I a?ked. " * I am the captain,' said a tall, athletic seaman, with a sabre- cut that reached from lip to ear. " ' Choose the plank, or the yardarm ?' " ' The plank it will be the death of a sailor; the other is more suitable to one of your profession.' " * Be civil, sir, or I will tie you up to the gangway, and give you a dozen before you go.' " ' Work your will; I am at your mercy now. I ask no quarter, and it were all one if I did.' " ' You put on the air of an honest man, and no pirate.' " ' I am an honest man. I do not know what you mean by calling me a pirate; I fought in defence of my ship.' "'And did not overhaul me last night as I lay napping; nor kill three of my men, of course, nor carry away my chro- nometer?' " ' I did not.' " A cold sweat broke out upon my forehead, and I almost fell upon the deck. I had made a mistake : this was not the pirate. I frankly confessed my error, and told the merchant captain he was free. He smiled scornfully, as evidently not believing one word of my tale; and the momeiit I had returned WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. 415 on board my own ship, and he had once more got possession of his, he began to blaze away at me with his only gun, but it was loaded with grape, and took fatal effect. Another of my crew was killed, and three more were wounded ; I was hit too. A minute afterwards I heard the cry, ' Boarders on the bow!' and now commenced the most desperate hand-to-hand fight I have ever witnessed. But we had the majority of numbers, and the enemy, if I may call them such, were cut down to a man. The merchant captain and I crossed sabres last. I would have spared a better man than myself, but he would have no quarter, and I buried my blade up to the hilt in his body. I was obliged to do it in self-defence. The few re- maining hands in the merchant-brig, seeing how matters went, sheered off, and we saw no more of them. Sparrs, my mate, advised me to give chase again, and blow her up, that the sur- vivors of her crew might tell no tales; but I refused to shed more blood. God knows I never intended to shed any; I merely wished to redress a wrong. "Months elapsed. Meantime (as I afterwards found) the brig had reached New York, and given a description of our brush with her, as well as all the particulars of the first attack ; and one night, as I was on my voyage homeward, I was haile 1 by an American sloop of war. I had orders to heave to while she sent a party to board me. I should have submitted, and all might yet have gone well, but my temper would not allow me, and I beat them off. They gave chase, of course. I had no shot left, and very little powder. What little I had I crammed into a carronade, with a quantity of old broken bottles; then, levelling the gun with my own hand, blew its contents into their faces, and, favoured by the darkness, slipped quietly away. " America was now no place for me, and, tossing the greater part of my cargo to the fishes, I stood over to the coast of Africa. While there, I had the good fortune one night to fall in with a slaver. I knew that she could be after no good, for the moment she caught sight of us, she shook out all her can- vas, and showed us her heels. I thought the adventure might 416 WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. be turned to account, gave chase again in my turn, came up with her, had a brush for it, drove her crew overboard, and set the slaves at liberty. Poor devils! Never was such a hullaballoo heard before; you would have thought Pandemo- nium had broken loose. Such knocking off of fetters, and such chattering, and such an exhibition of red lips and white teeth, and such a capering of black figures about the decks! They were almost mad with joy, and I was some time in re- storing order. When I had done that, I shipped them all on board my own vessel, took possession of the slaver, and left them to their fate, while I made sail westward with my prize, and in the course of time reached New York. " You will wonder how I could summon the assurance to pre- sent myself in New York ; but I had been absent so long, and was so changed in appearance, that I felt sure nobody would know me, and, if things came to the worst, I could at any time make a straightforward statement of my grievances, and put aside the charge of piracy upon the high seas that had been preferred against me. I took care to have my vessel pro- perly consigned to a merchant here, so that I was asked no awkward questions ; and it is generally understood that this gentleman purchased her from your government, whose cruis- ers enjoy the honour of having captured her. I have been urged to make a confession of the little affair with the merchant captain and his crew, but I am too indolent, and fear it might involve my liberty. There, you are in possession of the whole story. I am now going to make a voyage to California, nomi- nally to carry provisions to the gold-diggings, but in reality to try and fall in with that vagabond pirate, who boarded me in the dark, and carried away my chronometer. I trace all my troubles back to the adventure of that night, and the grudge I owe him has been gathering interest ever since." " But do you expect to catch him ? " " Yes, for this reason : a pirate is like an old rat he has a particular run, and likes to keep to it. He may burrow else- where for a time, but he is certain eventually to return to his old haunts. I know the latitude in which he may be found, as WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. 417 well as the nooks and corners in which he hides, and shall be sure to pounce upon him some day." " 'But may you not make another mistake? There will be a great many vessels returning from California, laden with gold may you not be so shortsighted as to confound one of these with your old friend who eased you of the hampei of wine ? " Captain Tregenza appeared to be enjoying his cigar very much. As he made no reply, I supposed him to be chuckling over the prospects of a speedy reckoning with his friend the pirate. " At all events," said I, " you will have to be cautious how you mouse about with that rakish schooner of yours. She puts me in mind of a wicked old horse, with his ears laid back. Her appearance is by no means a letter of recommendation. Take care of the American cruisers." " Pooh ! I have no fear." "Then take care of our British men-of-war." " That for them ! " said Ernest, snapping his fingers. " They might pepper their shot about her for an hour, and not stir a plank. She has nothing above water. Look at her shallow hull." " The better for boarders." " Ha ! has she no wings ? " " But the race is not always to the swift." " I see what you mean. She shall never be taken ; I will blow her to the moon first ! " " Who was the stout seafaring man that we encountered in the Battery Garden one evening, and asked if you and he had not met before ? " " I have some recollection of running short of water once, and wanting to borrow a little of his. As he was rather saucy, however, we had recourse to the persuasive powers of Long Tom, who soon obtained permission for us to help ourselves. Come, they are locking the gates; it is time we retired." 418 WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. HEAP THE SEVENTY-SIXTH. I was seized one day with a sudden whim to inspect Captain Tregenza's symmetrical little vessel again ; and jumping into a boat, pulled towards her. Ernest, who was on the point of sailing, happened to be in a rather jocular mood, and refused to let me board him. He pushed a great horse-pistol into my face, and put on his most terrible look. I was not to be beaten off, however, and effected a lodgment upon the deck, without experiencing any very serious loss of blood. " All ! we should have our boarding nettings ready for such as you," cried he, laughing; and repairing to the cabin, we drank our last bottle of wine together. The surly mate was there, and we pledged each other grimly. " You must not go away under the impression that Sparrs is at all a bad fellow," said Ernest, ''for a more worthy crea- ture and a better sailor never cracked biscuit. But he is pure mastiff, and must be known to be appreciated. He is no beauty, to be sure, particularly about the figure-head." " Rather bluff in the bows certainly," said I, anxious to be revenged upon Mr Sparrs for his continued sulkiness toward me. Much to my astonishment, however, he viewed the re- mark quite as a compliment, and, stretching an enormous bronze hand across the table, gave mine a squeeze that I shall not easily forget; then, without prefacing his intention in any way whatever, he roared, rather than sang, the first verse of "All in the Downs the fleet was moored." So sublime and extemporaneous a piece of vocalism was fatal to the gravity of both Ernest and myself, and we laughed till the tears rolled down our cheeks ; but this unbecoming merriment did by no means ruffle the equanimity of Mr Sparrs, who was not a man to be discomposed by trifles, and resting his palms upon the table, he arose with the view r of giving his lungs better play. I cannot describe the effect this sudden and unlooked-for ebul- lition of naval enthusiasm had upon me. The feelings with which I had hitherto regarded Mr Sparrs underwent a com- WHITTLINGS FUOM THE WEST. 419 plete revolution. He was evidently a man of strong poetical tastes and sterling merit, and, as a proof that I was seriously moved, I expressed myself willing to forgive him the three re- maining verses of the song. Ernest now took me over every part of his pet schooner, and, after pointing out all her good qualities, concluded by putting a sabre into my hand, and giving me a lesson in the sword exercise. I knew something of it, and was within an ace of chopping a piece off one of his ears, but he said that he in return could have me any moment he pleased ; in proof of which assertion he gave my sabre a whisk, and laid the flat of his own suddenly upon my head. He then showed me a very pretty feint and cut of his own invention, to which he defied me to produce a ready parry ; and furthermore made it appa- rent that, if you gave a man the first point instantly upon your having guarded the St George, you were sure to lay him at your feet, with other neat and dexterous manoeuvres of the kind, which I doubt not I shall be able to- turn to account if I should ever find myself at close quarters with a dismounted dragoon. This was the last interview I had with Captain Tregenza. He was to sail the next day, and as we parted, he looked over the Dodo's side, and said, " Don't forget to glance over the foreign intelligence in the papers now and then, when you have returned to England." " Why ! what shall I see there ? " " Did you not say that there would be a good many ships returning from the diggings, laden to the very water's edge with gold ingots ? " "Yes; well?" " Put your ear closer. Ah, never mind, Sparrs is calling me. Here, take this old rapier-stick, it will bring me to your thoughts sometimes when we are far apart. Farewell ! " Ernest waved his hand, and I pulled away. My gaze dwelt upon the roguish schooner. She put me more than ever in mind of a wicked old horse, with a Roman nose, and his ears laid parallel with the horizon. 420 WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. A clock striking; strange voices in my ear; the room itself strange to me, and everything strange in the room. The fur- niture, the pictures, the gilt chandelier that hung from the ceiling, I had never seen them before. And what an odd be- wildering sensation I had in my brain; and what a languor of limb! "Tell me the meaning of this, somebody," cried I, looking round; "what have I been doing: and why am I stretched out here; and for what purpose are all those phials, with the long labels hanging from their necks, like thin gen- tlemen with their cloaks blown out by the wind? And why do you talk in whispers to each other ? " " Because, though you are getting better fast, you are far from strong yet," said a genteel-looking, elderly gentleman, who sat at my bedside. I afterwards knew his name to be Dr Trehearn. " But what am I here for at all ? " "Oh, yes, I should have told you that first; of course you are unconscious of everything that has transpired lately. Have you any recollection of going into the park, and sitting on one of those benches near the fountain?" " Yes ; how long was it since ? I have no idea ? " " Several days; can you recollect anything further?" " I remember feeling ill, nothing more." " I daresay not. Well, you were picked up insensible, and happened to be recognised by a certain Dr Lyon, who, forget- ting your address, had you conveyed hither, and sent for me. This is Hudson Street, and you are in very good hands, I as- sure you. You have been delirious, and we were consulting upon the expediency of having your head shaved. Oh, you need not clap your hand on it so; we did not actually get it done, and the crisis is past ; but, as I remarked before, you are far from well, and will have to lie in bed for some time. In addition to your other ailments, too, you have a most des- perate attack of what is termed Canadian cholera, a complaint very common to strangers in this country. It requires careful treatment. Sip a little of this." " What is it ? " WHITTLIKGS FROM THE WEST. 421 " Decoction of the slippery elm-bark, a very palatable be- verage indeed." I tasted it, and pulled a wry face. "And pray what delicacy have you in the other jug?" " Catnip-tea, a most inviting liqueur. Give me your hand," feeling my pulse ; " thank you ; oh, you are doing very nicely." " Pray are you acquainted with a Miss Westbrook?" " Quite well. Westbrook ! That was the name Lyon tried to think of. We will send at once to her, or she will be getting the Hudson dragged." In the evening Doctor Trehearn came again, made me put out my tongue, examined my symptoms, and cried, " You must have it ; no half measures will do now ; " and he began to pre- pare a mixture. " I have known it administered with great success in the West Indies," he continued, " and I am disposed to give it a trial. You will find this sharp, perhaps, but agree- able withal ; are you ready ? " " Tell me what this is." " We do not allow our patients to inquire what medicines we administer to them." " Then I will tell you. It is the strongest pyroligneous acid, saturated with salt. I shall be choked." " Swallow this instantly," said Doctor Trehearn, holding the cup to my teeth, "or I have four men in the lobby, who will come in and hold you while I pour it down your throat." I saw that the doctor was in earnest, and took the potion, which I had no sooner done, than I began to feel much as Mount Vesuvius must do an hour previous to a grand erup- tion. " We only give this in obstinate cases," said Doctor Tre- hearn, "and yours is one. Lie quiet now; talk if you will, but don't move." "Is there any danger?" " There has been, but your constitution will pull you through it. I do not think you will die this time. I see you are not feeling very comfortable just now. Shall I relate you an anec- dote or two?" 422 WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. " One, if you please ; and, if I like it, I can ask for another." " We physicians sometimes see droll things. A fit of illness has a fine effect upon the conscience. A sick bed is the best possible stimulus to one's reflective powers that is, if one hap- pens to possess any. I have known many strong men, who have led the lives of beasts of prey, quake like very cowards when they suspected that their last hour drew near. I am glad of it. If the villain and the atheist could die with the calmness of the Christian, where would be the moral? But I was going to tell you a story not a story, a fact, upon my honour. It occurred only the other day. " There dwelt in this city, about two years since, an old gentleman of the name of Withers. He was very rich, and the father of a large family, who had a right to his wealth when it should please God to take him. But old Mr Withers, at the age of eighty-five, had a fancy for a second wife. He conceived a regard for one of his daughters' maids, an impu- dent baggage; and, to the infinite chagrin of all those who had the honour of being connected with him, married her. She soon, as might have been expected, gave herself fine airs, and cooked up a quarrel between Mr Withers and his children, whom the old gentleman eventually disinherited, and expelled his house. He made a fresh will, and settled everything upon the impudent baggage alluded to. " One day Mr Withers was taken alarmingly ill, and I was sent for in great haste. I had heard all the particulars of his courtship and wedding, and happened to be intimate with several members of his family, at whose misfortunes I felt se- riously grieved. Well, I went to see the old gentleman, and found that he had not long to live. His constitution was breaking up rapidly. He looked in my face, and read his doom there. He asked if I had no hope of his recovery. I shook my head, and begged that if he had any little worldly matters to arrange, he would not neglect them. He said all was arranged. 'Would he not see his children?' Here that puss, his wife, who was standing by the side of the bed, stuck her arms akimbo, and said, it was not Mr Withers's wish or WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. 423 intention to have his last moments made uneasy by any inter- views of the kind; and, for her part, she would rather the sub- ject were dropped. I took a savage pinch of snuff, and looked again at Mr Withers. He said he wished to die in peace with everybody,; but eventually decided upon seeing no one save myself and his wife. " ' Perhaps you may have no objection to a little conversa- tion with a clergyman,' I was beginning to add. " ' Bah !' cried Mr Withers, turning his back suddenly upon me, and upsetting all my snuff. " The next morning I drew a chair to his bedside again, and examined his symptoms attentively. The prospect of death terrified him; and, pressing my hand, he begged that I would exert my utmost skill in his case. " ' I have already done that, my dear sir,' said I ; t and we must leave the issue in the hands of Him, without whose per- mission, we are told, not even a sparrow falls to the ground I can do no more. Your conscience is so perfectly at rest, too, that I can hope ibr no amelioration of the symptoms. I mere- ly allude to that matter, because it sometimes happens that a weight upon a person's conscience, when his body is emaciated, has a tendency to pull him still lower; whereas, on the con- trary, I have known instances of of but this has nothing to do with a case like the present. You are excuse me, if it looks like flattery one in a thousand.' " A movement of the bedclothes. " ' You enjoy the respect of all around you.' " A groan. " You are the idol of your family.' " More groans. " * You have been an affectionate parent to them.' " Great excitement. " ' A better father, a more exemplary man, a more perfect Christian stay, my dear sir, you must not get up have the goodness to draw that leg in again. If I can do anything for you, say the word/ " ' Send for my lawyer.' 424 WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. " * I would rather not. I think him a rogue ; he would do you no good, believe me.' ** ' Send for another, then any one whom you please.' " I had a brother-in-law in the profession, and ran for him. He seized his blue bag, we jumped into a coach, and reached Mr Withers's house before the old gentleman had fallen asleep again, or had time to change his mind. My brother-in-law was a good-humoured little dumpling of a man, full of busi- ness, and with a system of doing things peculiar to himself. He planted a table by the bedside, put two chairs, one for me, and one for his own use, drew some documents from the blue bag, nibbed his pen, plumped it to the bottom of the inkstand, and went through the preliminaries usual to a business like the one on hand. At this stage of the proceedings, however, Mrs Withers made her appearance, with an air; whereupon my brother-in-law pushed his pen suddenly into the inkstand, threw himself suddenly back in the chair, twirled his thumbs, and hummed a tune. " * Why do you hesitate ? * asked Mr Withers. " * We are not alone, my dear sir; excuse me, we are not alone. I like I enjoy the society of ladies (my brother- in-law pulled up his collar, and trimmed his hair) I delight in the sex; but pardon my weakness, my dear sir business is business; with a lovely, a fascinating creature like your wife in the room, I should never be able to confine my at- tention to to in fact, I you understand me, perhaps, for really ' " * Charlotte, have the goodness to leave us,' murmured Mr Withers. " My brother-in-law bounced from his chair, and, advancing in a most insinuating manner, offered the lady his arm (she appeared moved by this gallantry), stuck his small crop of hair up in a steeple upon his head, and, winking humorously at me over his shoulder as he went, led Mrs Withers to the door, the key of which he turned very gravely, and then walked in a buoyant way back to his chair. Business was now proceeded with in earnest. WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. 125 "'To Mary, my eldest daughter what did you say, sir?' he asked. " * All my freehold property in Wall Street, consisting ' " * Yes, yes, never mind that; I will arrange the particulars. Very good; then comes the farm and land at Hoboken. 1 " ' To Caroline, my second daughter, provided that she has the old well (for I tumbled down it once, and had to be wound up in the bucket) filled, and a pump put in its place.' " ' Very good; and now to little Agnes, with the golden hair and dark blue eyes ' " ' My four houses at Brooklyn, facing the river-side, to- gether with all my jewellery and plate.' " ' Yes, just so. Now, there comes Tom, whom you directed me to leave till the last. A nice boy, Tom know him well a promising lad very fond of killing cats. Five thousand, I think you said, and all your horses.' " * Stay, he called me an old curmudgeon.' " * Well, then, we can make it six thousand, and throw in the old family carriage. Now, as regards this house ; to your wife, if I did not misunderstand you ; and was it two or three hundred a-year for life, together with the residue hum ha yes after my just debts shall have that will do, thank you. We will have it properly drawn out and attested at once ' " And here the story, which has reached to a greater length than I intended, may end. The old gentleman lived four-and- twenty hours after he had made his will, and his family are now enjoying the property." Having finished his anecdote, Dr Trehearn said, " Now I am going to leave you ; if you should feel thirsty by and by, sip some of that slippery elm-bark, and do not spare the catnip- tea, which is really excellent almost an inducement to one to be ill. I think I hear the voice of Dr Lyon in the passage. Good- by." In a few days I was pronounced out of danger, and in a fair way of recovery. But I was still so weak, that Dr Trehearn ordered me to remain in bed. He visited me twice every day, 426 WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. and always related some agreeable anecdote, calculated to put me in a good humour. Mr Headley and Mr Merrivale, too, came to sit with me occasionally, and Miss Westbrook hourly sent me some delicacy, of which Dr Trehearn forbade my touching one morsel. One evening I awoke from a refreshing sleep, and saw him sitting by my bedside, with a tray before him, and a knife and fork in his hand. He appeared to be en- joying something very much. " Oh, you are awake, eh? A foolish woman a most foolish woman," said Dr Trehearn, pushing the tray away, and wiping his lips with the cloth. "Why, who? Do you mean Miss Westbrook? What has she done. There is a very savoury smell ; what is it?" " Never mind, sir ; in the present debilitated state of your digestive organs, it was not fit cheer for you. Here," handing me a jug and glass, "do not spare the catnip- tea, which is ad- mirable. I never tasted finer. I shall let you get up to- morrow." " I don't care how soon, for I am anxious to get down into Kentucky." "I shall be anxious to get you into a strait-jacket, if you continue to talk such nonsense. You will never see Kentucky, if I have any voice in the matter." "What! not visit the Mammoth Cave?" "No." "Nor Boston?" " No." "Nor Philadelphia?" " Nor Philadelphia. This climate does not suit your consti- tution. The moment you are well enough, you must leave for England. A sea voyage will bring you round again. Another month's sojourn in this country would put an end to you, and I should have to experience the melancholy gratification of fol- lowing you to the grave. By the by, what nonsense you talked the other day when you were non compos. Who was the little, amphibious, toad-complexioned man you raved so about?" " I have no recollection of so distinguished an acquaintance." WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. 427 " Look here ; I took down these lines at your dictation. Shall I read them?" " If you please." The doctor put a gold glass to his eye, and read as follows: A little man, not four feet high, An ugly, dwarfish mannikin, With leering lip, and evil eye, And yellow teeth, and tawny skin. Away, thou hideous fiend, away ! When wilt thou vanish from my sight Haunting my fancy all the day, And gliding through my dreams by night? In every clime, in every place, At home abroad by land or sea That wither'd form and hated face Are ever visible to me. If to the forest's gloom I hie, Where step has never trod save mine, Still there that demon shape I spy, Coil'd at the foot of some old pine . And when, with wild and.headlong leap, I cleave Ontario's depths of blue, Still, like some phantom of the deep, Thou'lt mark me mock me and pursue. Loathed image of the evil one, Or spirit of some secret foe, Who art thou, and what have I done, That thou wilt dog my footsteps so] And folding the paper leisurely up, and replacing it in his pocket, Dr Trehearn bustled away, to complete his morning calls. HEAP THE SEVENTY-SEVENTH. One morning I received two letters. The handwriting of both were strange to me. I broke the seal of the first, which was from Twobears Ramsay, and ran as follows : 428 WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. " BUTTERNUT CASTLE, May 6, Year of our Lord, one eight four seven. " My Dear Abel, I write you a line as the certain man we read of in Scripture drew his bow at a venture ; for you may, long ere this, have crossed the sea, and trodden the shores of your native land. Health and happiness to my old friend, whithersoever the vagabond Fates may lead him. " The captain is sitting at my elbow, and dictating, though I have told him several times that I do not require his assist- ance. So, if I indite you an unintelligible letter, you will know whom you have to thank for it. He desires me to ex- press his regrets that you did not remain the winter with us ; and begs that, if you ever conceive any sudden disgust for the world, and all therein, you will clap your knapsack on your shoulder, and set your face for Butternut. I told him the other day that I gave you the few first sheets of his memoirs, and he fell into a violent rage, but presently smoothed his moustache, pulled my ear in a friendly way, and asked if I did not think you had better have the remainder of them also. These, therefore, and anything else we have, are quite at your service. " Tom Fling and Hummingbird have been united in holy wedlock. The captain performed the service ; there was no- body to forbid the banns, and everything passed off smoothly. Fling was a little at fault in the matter of the responses, but, upon the whole, acquitted himself with much decency. Both he and Hummingbird send their loves to you. They thought of going to reside in the settlements, but when it came to the point, neither of them had the heart to leave us, and we shall most probably perform the remainder of life's strange pilgrimage to- gether. We could not have lived asunder. " Nickstick, who often talks of his friend Heap-of-hair, made an attempt in the fall to get westward, but the snow set in, and obliged him to return. He has been practising with the pistols you gave him, and can hit a dollar- piece at thirty paces. I never knew till the other day that the poor lad loved Hum- mingbird. He told Fling so flatly, but gave him to under- WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. 429 stand at the same time, that henceforth he should always re- gard her as a sister. He said he should have to look at her with the other side of his heart in future. "Poll Crake (who is busy skinning a deer) had a narrow escape of his life a week since. He received orders from the captain to fell a stout tamarack, and, finding the tree rather obstinate in yielding to his wishes, ran at it with his head, but missed the mark, rolled over into a ravine, and put his collar- bone out. The captain set it for him, and he is doing well. " I have merely given you a short summary of events ; I will epistolise you at length when I can learn your proper ad- dress. So, in the interim, believe me, &c., &c. "Abel Log, Esq. " P. S Nothing more of the Thorns. Diver has j ust brought rae in a large white hare. I shall make the skin into a winter cap for Hummingbird." ******* I am sensible that there are a great many subjects and scenes connected with New York (as well, indeed, as with many other localities I have visited) of which, in place of dwelling upon lighter topics, I ought to have treated. But I must re- mind the reader again that the hasty memoranda I have thrown together were never intended as a seriously descriptive work, nor as a guide-book to the places at which I have barely touched. Tastes differ, and it is very probable that I have de- picted many scenes for which the majority of persons have no relish at all, and omitted accounts of others that would have afforded them much edification. I cannot help this now, but I regret it. We will suppose a party of gentlemen let loose upon a desert island. One has a turn for botany ; he falls to work instantly, with glass on nose, to inspect every novel plant he meets with. A second is a geologist; he thumps stones to pieces, looks for fossils, and examines strata. A third is a lover of the picturesque, and a landscape painter ; he sits down upon a knoll of turf, half closes his eyes, and lets " contempla- tion have her fill." A fourth is an ornithologist ; he discovers a nest of young birds under the brow of a cliff, and deposits 430 WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. them in his hat. A fifth, who likes nature very well', but something to eat and drink better, has a lunch in his pocket, and finds immediate occupation. A sixth is a sportsman ; he has his dog and gun, he goes in search of wolves or wild fowl. A seventh has his book, and seeks no better company. An eighth but I need not go further ; I merely intend to show that we each have our whims and fancies, and are sure to talk of and dwell upon those themes which have most inte- rest for us; nor should the botanist quarrel with the sports- man, nor the sportsman grumble at the student. There are certain matters, nevertheless, which should more have engaged my attention, and many a useful and elevating moral that I might have drawn, which I have neglected altogether. In my defence, I can only state, that the slides of my magic lantern were painted in a hurry ; many of them are illustrations of little and unimportant subjects; other glasses have been broken, and thrown aside ; some have got lost r a few were too whim- sical and grotesque for exhibition ; and those of which I have availed myself would look to much better advantage, if they had received each a new coat of varnish. The worst of it all, too, is, that the company those who have been invited to see the show are on the other side of the screen, and I cannot tell, as they have remained profoundly silent, whether they have been moved to laughter, or vexed to tears ; or whether, indeed (what is far more likely), they have not all long since fallen asleep. ****** * The second letter was from Mr Benjamin Chaffers, formerly of the Hotel du C , Montreal. " TEMPERANCE COFFEE-HOUSE, near the Mountain, July 17, 1847. " Dear and respected Sir, I have been at very considerable trouble in procuring your address. I repaired to your old lodgings, in the hope of obtaining it there, but they refused to give me any tidings of your movements, and had the addi- tional assurance to shut the door in my face. I and a few of the most select of my companions, therefore, resort thither WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. 431 regularly once a-week, at the hour of midnight, to serenade the landlady upon trombones, and blow asafcetida through the key- hole. My next application was to Colonel Banjo, who supplied me with the requisite information at once, but intimated that, as his fortunes were rather changed, he hoped to be excused the formality of inviting me to dinner. "You can form no conception of the base treatment I have received at the hands of Madame St . It was a hard thing to be ejected at a moment's warning from the door of that very hotel which I had been instrumental in pushing up into popularity. But the hour of retribution will arrive. I owe that unworthy woman one hundred dollars (I will not be particular in stating the exact amount of odd pence). / will pay them and if she has a heart, sir if she has a heart it will be moved. The revenge would be terrible, but I believe I could go through it. Do not attempt to dissuade me from my 'purpose. It would be of no use. I am adamant. My mind is made up. " You were once so kind, my dear sir, as to oblige me with the loan of a few shillings. I liked the way in which you pushed it upon me, and had too much delicacy to think of re- turning it, the sum was so paltry. I thought I might some day have occasion to apply to you again, and then the two amounts might be put into one, and remitted pleasantly by bank order. I am anxious not to have the matter delayed, and would be glad, therefore, if you can now oblige me with the loan of about fifteen pounds. I should have asked for less, but feared you would feel offended if I did so. I shall not want the money for more than a week, or a fortnight at furthest, and if the sum should happen to be a larger one, the obligation will be greater, and the term of accommodation less say four, or, lest any unforeseen event should occur in the interim, eight days. " I should be delighted to seek you out in New York. Have you comfortable rooms ? What a rouse we would give them ! Take the will for the deed at present, and believe me to remain Yours till death, " Abel Log, I^sq. BENJAMIN CHAFFERS. 432 WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. "P.S. You will not feel displeased, perhaps, to learn that I have changed my religious views. I had for a long time been solicited to attend the Unitarian Church. Several of the heads of that respectable community waited on me the other day, and were so polite, that I was induced to acknowledge myself a convert to their way of thinking. Will you be so good as to hint, by return, what the more prominent tenets of these gentlemen's faith are; arid whether you consider them safe." ******* I have alluded more than once to the droll scenes that I sometimes witnessed in the streets of New York. The follow- ing, however, in point of humour, eclipsed all others: It was about the hour of midnight. The full moon shone serenely down upon the deserted street, and lent a radiance almost equal to that of the sun. The window of my room looked im- mediately upon an avenue of trees in front of the house, and I lay watching the gleam of silver glory that now and then shot through the foliage, and illuminated the gravel walk be- neath it. Presently, a respectably-dressed man, wearing the air of one who had been partaking pretty freely of the creature comforts under some friend's hospitable roof, staggered into the shade of the avenue, and deposited himself, with a ludicrous despatch, upon the ground, back to a tree, and facing my window. It was plain that he was in merry pin, for he began to warble a fragment of some bacchanalian song, while his white hat, which was ornamented by a broad black crape band, slid gradually from its proper position, downwards to the bridge of his nose. He had not been there long, when three city pigs, who had likewise been spending the evening out, and were jogging decently homeward, espied him under the tree, and gathered round. The gentleman, who was evi- dently a cheerful, chirping soul, took their visit in good part, continued to sing, and, as though he had one of the most select audiences possible, waved his hand, now to this side, now to that, by way of giving the words of the song a proper effect. Upon this, one of the pigs, who was of a more poetical tempe- rament than either of his brothers, and liked to study cha- WHITTLINGS PROM THE WEST. 433 racter, sat himself down in a lounging way, as one who had fallen in with something that pleased him, and kept up a steady, good-natured stare upon the worthy against the tree. The second pig had less of the meditative cast of disposition. He was for turning the adventure to account, and, thrusting his snout into the bosom of the gentleman's waistcoat, seemed to be bent upon searching for his pocket-book and purse; while the third pig, who had grosser tastes still, and inherited all the greedy propensities of his fraternity, got possession of the white hat, and, probably with the intention of examining whether it contained anything eatable, plunged his head forcibly into it. The result not being satisfactory to his wishes, he attempted to withdraw himself, but the lining had got over one of his ears, and the effort was not crowned with success. Without imprudently exhausting himself by ineffectual struggles, there- fore, or appearing to be in any way disconcerted by the cala- mity, he quietly quitted the company of his friends, and, with the white hat fixed gracefully upon his brow, and the black band, which had become loosened, streaming out behind him, sauntered demurely away up the centre of the street. It may have little entertainment for the reader, but to the whimsicality of this scene I believe I am mainly indebted for my speedy re- covery from a tedious illness; at all events, I found myself so well the next morning, that Dr Trehearn said he should call in an hour or two to take me for an airing in his carriage. The doctor kept his word; and, as we rode out together, I begged that he would relate another of those little anecdotes with which he had expressed himself willing to oblige me. " The very thing I was about to do the very thing of all others I was about to do," said Dr Trehearn. " That splendid house yonder, among the trees, suggests it. Patients of mine, my dear sir, but proud people high people the giraffes of the human species. *The Cadogans. I was called in some time since to attend the daughter, who was secretly attached to a friend of mine, a Captain Lechmere. They had been children together, and the friendship of their childhood had ripened into a more important feeling, but quite as pure and honourable to 2 E 434 WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. both parties. However, we shall come to that presently. She was ill; nobody knew what was the matter with her. She was pining away like a sick lily. It was one of those delicate cases that we professional men sometimes meet with. She had a complaint of which young ladies at her age are extremely susceptible. In vulgar parlance, Miss Cadogan was in love. She was a noble, artless girl; but refrained, of course, from alluding to the real cause of her melancholy, * My dear Miss Cadogan,' said I, 'I am an old man, as you see, with grey hair, and one foot in the grave; you may talk to me as you would to your grandfather; pray do. Besides, I may be of use to you. Do not attempt to conceal the truth; all may be well yet. I am sure your affections are set upon a worthy object, and I have little doubt that your sufferings on his account are a trifle to what he is undergoing on yours. I know it, for I happen to be in Captain Lechmere's confidence.' You should have seen the look this poor girl gave me ! I shall never for- get it, and then she blushed in the most beautiful manner pos- sible. I asked her to leave the matter in my hands, as I con- sidered it my duty to break it to her parents. " ' Oh no, no, Dr Trehearn ; pray make no allusion to it ; Mr Cadogan is so averse to the mention of Captain Lechmere's name, and mamma has such strange notions of delicacy, that ' " ' Tut, tut, my dear girl, there is no crime in your enter- taining a proper regard for a worthy young man, who is en- tirely devoted to you. Hush, not another word; I know the peculiarities of your parents, and undertake to combat them successfully. Indeed, I am under a promise to Captain Lech- mere to break the ice for him, and I will do it, though I tumble in and drown myself in the attempt.' And away I went to hold a conversation with Mr and Mrs Cadogan. " * Can you explain to what the indisposition of our daughter is owing, sir?' asked the former, stiffly. 'I believe her lungs are good.' " * There is nothing the matter with the lungs, Mr Cadogan.' " * The spine may be affected. I have always feared that WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. 435 mma had some affection of the spine,' observed Mrs Cado- gan. "'The spine, madam, is in a perfectly healthy state; her spine is as good as yours, or' (observing that he was standing in a very erect and poker-like posture) 'as Mr Cadogan's. The seat of the disorder is the heart.' '"The heart!' echoed Mr and Mrs Cadogan, raising their hands in alarm. ' Oh, that is fatal indeed/ "'Not so fatal as you suppose, if we proceed advisedly. The affections of the heart are many and various.' "'Pray, how many years do you think she will be spared to us?' inquired the lady. " * About seventy-five from to-day, madam, I hope/ " ' She will not die suddenly, then,' said the gentleman. " * Not if you follow my advice. I said that your daughter laboured under a disease of the heart. I mistook. She has no heart at all/ " ' Is it possible ? How singular ! I never heard of a case of the kind before !' cried Mr and Mrs Cadogan. * Oh dear!' " ' In plain terms, she is in love/ " ' Good heavens, this is indeed a blow,' gasped Mrs Cado- gan, sinking into a chair; while her husband (who aspired to a high connection for his daughter) slapped his brow with the palm of his hand, in a way which implied that chaos had come again. " ' Love,' repeated I ; ' and a very proper thing, too, I can assure you. A flower of God's own planting in the soil of the human affections/ " ' Dr Trehearn, this is indelicate ; have the goodness, sir, to let me know what I am indebted to you, for hence- forth ' " ' Henceforth you will carry on a system of persecution against your child, aggravate her melancholy, and drive her into an early grave. Then, sir and madam, as you are bent on acting so cruel and absurd a part, I will publish the whole case in the "Lancet;" and be sure I will paint your folly and cruelty in the colours they deserve. Your daughter is a highly 436 WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. virtuous young lady, and attached to a gallant officer, who has distinguished himself, and been complimented publicly by his general. Can you do better for her ? He is your equal in position, and your superior in many things I could name. I am in the habit of speaking my mind. Pray, is love a crime ? Did not Eve love Adam ? did not Rachel love Jacob ? did not Mary the Virgin love Joseph the carpenter? What a to-do is here, about the most likely thing that ever happened in this world! I speak warmly, for I have your own interest and your daughter's at heart. Can I tamely see her wasting away day by day ? Can I be silent when the happiness of so lovely a being is at stake? I have expressed my sentiments and feelings, and will now withdraw. You do not wish me to re- peat my visit. I am too plain-spoken for you. You must have a professional man of the modern school, who will lisp prettily, and wear rings, and play the courtier, and smell of eau de cologne. I wish you good morning !' " * Stay, Dr Trehearn,' cried Mr Cadogan, who appeared to be coming to his senses; 'I I have perhaps taken a wrong view of this matter. There is some sense in what you say/ " * Nay, I have said a good deal more than I intended. I have gone too far. I was rude.' "'No, no, I admired your warmth; it was honest.' " ' I have offended Mrs Cadogan ; but she must remember that I am a father, and Captain Lechmere is my friend/ " * You have my perfect forgiveness, sir,' said Mrs Cadogan, who was always ruled by her husband; 'our daughter's health must of course be the first consideration, and if Captain Lech- mere ' she glanced at Mr Cadogan. " ' Oh, I shall be glad to see Captain Lechmere/ said that gentleman." Here Dr Trehearn paused, and used the whip to his horse. "Well, and how did all this end?" asked I; "finish the story." "In the proper way, to be sure; the young couple were married about a month since, and I still attend the families. The air grows cold, and I must not keep you out longer." WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. HEAP THE SEVENTY-EIGHTH. By and by I was able to walk out, but so feeble and at- tenuated was I, that, like Coleridge's Ancient Mariner, " I moved, and could not feel my limbs; I was so light, almost I thought that I had died in sleep, And was a blessed ghost." Dr Trehearn, too, urged me not to delay my return to England, as he feared, if I remained in New York, the climate would eventually kill me. And, in fact, it is a rather fickle one. In the morning (toward the fall of the year), if you go out, you will sometimes require your greatcoat. After breakfast, you can dispense with your greatcoat, and would be glad to part with your other also. About mid-day, the heat grows oppres- sive it ceases to be heat, it is vapour and you are compelled to attire yourself in a straw hat, and the thinnest possible linen jacket and nankeen trousers. In the afternoon, the tempera- ture alters again, and at night you must wrap up as you did in the early part of the day. These sudden changes from heat to cold are very trying to a delicate constitution, and in some cases prove fatal. At all other seasons of the year, however, I believe the climate of New York to be an exceedingly healthy one; indeed, Americans have told me that it is one of the most delightful and salubrious in the world. It was accordingly arranged that I should take my passage by the first ship that left for England. At an earlier period of my pilgrimage I should have ridiculed Dr Trehearn's dismal prophecy, and followed the bent of my roving propensities; but I had been absent nearly eighteen months, and for the present had my fill of sight- seeing and adventure. The C , a fine vessel of about 1500 tons, being advertised to sail in a few days, therefore, and my old friend Mr Carrol of Montreal happening to be bound for England also, we agreed to make the voyage together. I had but few acquaintances in the city, and these were most of them of so recent a date, that my farewells were soon 438 WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. taken, my portmanteau (I never allowed myself to be en- cumbered with much luggage) packed, and the next morning was to find me once more at sea. " I have been absent about a year and a-half," said I, as I lay on my bed, beating off the mosquitoes ; " and during that year and a-half, what a variety of droll incidents have oc- curred, and how many odd characters have I met with ! But what is the meaning of all this?" As I spoke, the walls of the room began to recede; the ceiling was lifted high into the air; the deafening thunder of tumbling waters smote upon my ear; and I found myself at the foot of a tremendous cataract, hemmed in on all sides by lofty precipices of slippery rock, which were clothed with every parasite plant, and overhung by beautiful trees, whose green foliage was wet with the spray of the torrent, and glittering as though it had been sprinkled with diamond dust. A great rattlesnake was wriggling him- self into a hole close by, and a majestic bear sat on a crag above, looking down upon me with a demure air. It occurred to me that I had seen this wild spot before. I could not be mistaken these were the falls of Shawinnegamme, upon the black St Maurice ! As I was gazing upward, a canoe suddenly appeared upon the edge of the steep, and the next moment it had shot safely down. Two figures leaped from it, and began to dash the dew from their curls. "Baptiste I" cried I; "Bap- tiste and Jacques ! are you mad ? What can have induced you to brave the horrors of a shute like that? What is the height, pray ?" " Oh, something between two and three hundred feet, mon- sieur ; but what matter ? did you not expect us ? were we not invited? Jacques and I left Trois Rivieres before daybreak this morning, to kill a buck for you ; come, the sooner the fire is lighted the better." While I was yet talking to Baptiste, two more figures ap- peared on the height above, shot nimbly down the milk-white torrent, and rolled to my feet. One of them, putting his hand suddenly upon his back, began to use some rather exception- able language. I recognised the voice in a moment ; it was WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. 439 Captain Tophamper, of the Golightly. Baptiste and Jacques ran to help him upon his legs, while I assisted the other. The second was no less a personage than Mr Tongs. They apo- logised for being late. "But where's Major?" cried Cap- tain Tophamper; "I left him lighting his pipe at the fork of the river. Oh, here he comes!" and down slid Mr Major at the word. He alighted gracefully upon his feet, paused a moment to resuscitate his pipe, and then, catching my eye, wiped a horny hand upon his tarry trousers, and gave me joy- ous greeting. He had yet hold of me, when the sound of voices were again heard above, and down came the jolly-boat, with Mr Chin and all the Golightly's crew in it. They set up a pro- digious cheer as soon as they had landed, and, pulling each his forelock, made a scrape at the same time with one foot, in the most approved nautical manner. They then went to assist Baptiste and Jacques in kindling the fire. I now saw the drift of the whole thing. It was evident that I had invited all my old friends and travelling companions to a last carouse before I quitted the shores of America for those of England. I wondered at my previous stupidity, and began to perform the duties of host with proper spirit. There was an interval of a few minutes, and then Monsieur Bonbon of Quebec, with his wig tied to a button-hole, to pre- vent it blowing away, was seen making the descent. Next came the Rev. Mr Tombs of Connecticut, and after him Pierre, the calash- driver, astride his vicious horse Bonaparte; he was followed by the Huron chief Tsoohahissen, in a red blanket, and the brothers Bullfrog in white ones, and by Mon- sieur Philippe (of the log-hut below) in no blanket at all. He had his three dogs with him, but apologised for not having brought his wife and daughter, by observing, that, as they were rather susceptible of the cold, he had objected to their shooting the fall so late in the season. " All hands down on their knees and blow the fire," cried Captain Tophamper, through his brazen speaking-trumpet; " we shall have it out, if we don't mind." There was so quick a succession of parties shooting the fall 440 WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. now, that I grew bewildered, and got quite weary of shaking hands with them ; my arm ached, and I retired stily behind a tree, that I might see without being seen. In the midst of the arrivals, I saw Major Tommycod lying upon his face among the foam. Mr Dudge (of the Hotel du C ), with the heavy barrel-organ depending from his neck, had fallen upon the top of him, and the major was being raised to his feet by the hu- mane Mr Date. When I discovered my friend Colonel Banjo, however, in the press, I could no longer restrain myself, and dashing from my concealment, I welcomed the noble veteran cordially. Luke Squiff was wiping the spray from his mas- ter's military surtout with a silk pocket-handkerchief, while the colonel stood gazing upon the motley group of guests with an expression of countenance that would have formed an ad- mirable subject for the pencil of a Hogarth or Cruikshank. Nor was his gravity in any way restored by the arrival of mine host Ali Baba, mounted upon his black steed the Caliph, who cared nothing for a simple snaffle-bit, and had come all the journey at his own pace. The landlord of the Forty Thieves had picked up Mr Knagg and another gentleman on his way. But the Caliph, who was not accustomed to carry more than one at a time, had whisked them off as they crossed the river, and Ali Baba feared they were drowned. I inquired who the third gentleman was. " I don't know," replied Ali, " but he had a large wart, with five hairs upon it, just under his left eye." "Did he squint?" " Horribly." " It was Abraham Thorn ; he had no invitation ; I am glad you got rid of him. Shall we see Captain Ramsay to* night, think you?" " I fear not ; he dislikes company, and Twobears, I know, is up at Round Island. Look yonder bravely done ; what a splash!" I felt a hand on my shoulder, and turning round, saw Harry Tiber, mounted on Brigand. Brigand had the bit between his teeth, and his eye glistened like a live coal. As I patted his WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. 441 arched neck, he gave his tail a crack by way of acknowledg- ment, and threw a shower of the spray it had gathered in de- scending the cataract over Mr Tongs and the black steward of the Golightly, who were passing with some logs for the fire. Baptiste now came forward to say that the deer was cooked, and the company might take their seats. But there were no seats for them to take ; so Captain Tophamper gave the word to his crew to unship an immense piece of rock that towered near, and break it up into blocks suitable for the purpose. Mr Tiber afterwards said grace, and the smoking venison, under the superintendence of Baptiste and Jacques, was cut up and cir- culated among the guests. We were at first a little at a loss for wine, but it was soon discovered that Colonel Banjo had been so thoughtful as to bring about four dozen bottles of the choicest sherry in either pocket of his military surtout; so many healths, inclusive of those of the absent, were drunk, and we contrived to pass an extremely sociable evening. It would have been objected by some, perhaps, that the meeting was a rather noisy one, but with Shawinnegamme, swollen by recent rains, thun- dering his deepest bass in our ears, how was it to be otherwise? It was toward midnight that Mr Dudge, who had come as proxy for his particular friend Benjamin Chaffers (that gentle- man having got into trouble for assaulting two of the Montreal watchmen), arose with the view of responding to one of the toasts that had been given, but, finding himself at a loss for words, he suddenly seized the handle of the barrel-organ, which hung from his neck, and whirled it round with an energy that caused the whole of the company to spring to their feet, and clap their hands upon their ears. By no means daunted, how- ever, Mr Dudge, instead of taking the hint to spare himself further exertion, began to play quicker and louder, until at length, wound up to a pitch of frenzy, Captain Tophamper, seizing the rock on which he sat, launched it at the head of the indefatigable musician; but Mr Dudge had already taken the alarm, and, making a dash at the perpendicular crag, be- gan to clamber it successfully, grinding as he went, and fol- lowed by all the company, pitching rock after rock at him, till 442 WHITTLINGS FROM THE WEST. the air was absolutely dark with the formidable missiles, and the scene resembled the furious eruption of some volcanic moun- tain. Still, in spite of all our activity and address, Mr Dudge, leaving the most hideous strain of barrel-music behind him, was distancing us fast, when, with one last prodigious effort, I grasped an enormous fragment of cliff, and standing on tip- toe "Heyday! what is all this?" cried Dr Trehearn, seizing me suddenly by the wrist; "is this the way you treat your friends ? You were not satisfied with hurling three pillows at my head, but now you must knock me down with a chair and table ! Come, the wind is fair, and your ship will sail in half an hour. I am going to accompany you on board, so lose no time in despatching your toilet." A few hours afterwards, the balmy gales of the blue Atlantic fanned my cheek, and the hospitable shores of America were but a dim speck upon the horizon. FINIS.