CHAPTER 41. 

“Yes, sweep ye on!—We will not leave,
For them who triumph those who grieve. 
With that armada gay
Be laughter loud, and jocund shout—
—But with that skill
Abides the minstrel tale.   “—Lord of the Isles. 

The events of our tale carry us through the summer; and after making
nearly the circle of the year, we must conclude our labors in the
delightful month of October.   Many important incidents had, however,
occurred in the intervening period; a few of which it may be necessary
to  recount. 

The two principal were the marriage of Oliver and Elizabeth, and the
death of Major Effingham.   They both took place early in September;
and the former preceded the latter only a few days.   The old man
passed away like the last glimmering of a taper; and, though his death
cast a melancholy over the family, grief could not follow such an end. 
One of the chief concerns of Marmaduke was to reconcile the even
conduct of a magistrate with the course that his feelings dictated to
the criminals.   The day succeeding the discovery at the cave, however,
Natty and Benjamin re-entered the jail peaceably, where they
continued, well fed and comfortable, until the return of an express to
Albany, who brought the governor’s pardon to the Leather-Stocking.   In
the mean time, proper means were employed to satisfy Hiram for the
assaults on his person ; and on the same day the two comrades issued
together into society again, with their characters not at all affected
by the  imprisonment. 

Mr.  Doolittle began to discover that neither architecture nor his law
was quite suitable to the growing wealth and intelligence of the
settlement; and after exacting the last cent that was attainable in
his compromise, to use the language of the country he “pulled up
stakes,” and proceeded farther west, scattering his professional
science and legal learning through the land; vestiges of both of which
are to be discovered there even to the present hour. 

Poor Jotham, whose life paid the forfeiture of his folly,
acknowledged, before he died, that his reasons for believing in a mine
were extracted from the lips of a sibyl, who, by looking in a magic
glass, was enabled to discover the hidden treasures of the earth. 
Such superstition was frequent in the new settlements; and, after the
first surprise was over, the better part of the community forgot the
subject.   But, at the same time that it removed from the breast of
Richard a lingering suspicion of the acts of the three hunter, it
conveyed a mortifying lesson to him, which brought many quiet hours,
in future, to his cousin Marmaduke.   It may be remembered that the
sheriff confidently pronounced this to be no “ visionary “scheme, and
that word was enough to shut his lips, at any time within the next ten
years. 

Monsieur Le Quoi, who has been introduced to our readers because no
picture of that country would be faithful without some such character,
found the island of Martinique, and his “sucreboosh,” in possession of
the English but Marmaduke and his family were much gratified in soon
hearing that he had returned to his bureau, in Paris; where he
afterward issued yearly bulletins of his happiness, and of his
gratitude to his friends in America. 

With this brief explanation, we must return to our narrative.   Let the
American reader imagine one of our mildest October mornings, when the
sun seems a ball of silvery fire, and the elasticity of the air is
felt while it is inhaled, imparting vigor and life to the whole system
; the weather, neither too warm nor too cold, but of that happy
temperature which stirs the blood, without bringing the lassitude of
spring.   It was on such a morning, about the middle of the month, that
Oliver entered the hall where Elizabeth was issuing her usual orders
for the day, and requesting her to join him in a short excursion to
the lakeside.   The tender melancholy in the manner of her husband
caught the attention of Elizabeth, who instantly abandoned her
concerns, threw a light shawl across her shoulders, and, concealing
her raven hair under a gypsy hat, and took his arm, and submitted
herself, without a question, to his guidance.   They crossed the
bridge, and had turned from the highway, along the margin of the lake,
before a word was exchanged.   Elizabeth well knew, by the direction,
the object of the walk, and respected the feelings of her companion
too much to indulge in untimely conversation.   But when they gained
the open fields, and her eye roamed over the placid lake, covered with
wild fowl already journeying from the great northern waters to seek a
warmer sun, but lingering to play in the limpid sheet of the Otsego,
and to the sides of the mountain, which were gay with the thou- sand
dyes of autumn, as if to grace their bridal, the swelling heart of the
young wife burst out in speech. 

“This is not a time for silence, Oliver!” she said, clinging more
fondly to his arm; “everything in Nature seems to speak the praises of
the Creator; why should we, who have so much to be grateful for, be
silent?”

“Speak on!” said her husband, smiling; “I love the sounds of your
voice.   You must anticipate our errand hither: I have told you my
plans: how do you like them?”

“I must first see them,” returned his wife.   “But I have had my plans,
too; it is time I should begin to divulge them. ”

“You! It is something for the comfort of my old friend, Natty, I
know. ”

“Certainly of Natty; but we have other friends besides the Leather-
Stocking to serve.   Do you forget Louisa and her father?”

“No, surely; have I not given one of the best farms in the county to
the good divine? As for Louisa, I should wish you to keep her always
near us. ”

“You do!” said Elizabeth, slightly compressing her lips; “but poor
Louisa may have other views for herself; she may wish to follow my
example, and marry. ”

“I don’t think it,” said Effingham, musing a moment,  really don’t
know any one hereabouts good enough for her. ”

“Perhaps not her; but there are other places besides Templeton, and
other churches besides ‘New St.  Paul’s. ’”

“Churches, Elizabeth! you would not wish to lose Mr.  Grant, surely!
Though simple, he is an excellent man I shall never find another who
has half the veneration for my orthodoxy.   You would humble me from a
saint to a very common sinner. ”

“It must be done, sir,” returned the lady, with a half-concealed
smile, “though it degrades you from an angel to a man. ”

“But you forget the farm?”

“He can lease it, as others do.   Besides, would you have a clergyman
toil in the fields?”

“Where can he go? You forget Louisa. ”

“No, I do not forget Louisa,” said Elizabeth, again compressing her
beautiful lips.   “You know, Effingham, that my father has told you
that I ruled him, and that I should rule you.   I am now about to exert
my power. ”

“Anything, anything, dear Elizabeth, but not at the expense of us all:
not at the expense of your friend. ”

“How do you know, sir, that it will be so much at the expense of my
friend?” said the lady, fixing her eyes with a searching look on his
countenance, where they met only the unsuspecting expression of manly
regret. 

“How do I know it? Why, it is natural that she should regret us. ”
It is our duty to struggle with our natural feelings,” returned the
lady; “and there is but little cause to fear that such a spirit as
Louisa’s will not effect it. ”

“But what is your plan?”

“Listen, and you shall know.   My father has procured a call for Mr. 
Grant, to one of the towns on the Hudson where he can live more at his
ease than in journeying through these woods; where he can spend the
evening of his life in comfort and quiet; and where his daughter may
meet with such society, and form such a connection, as may be proper
for one of her years and character. ”

“Bess! you amaze me! I did not think you had been such a manager!”

“Oh! I manage more deeply than you imagine, sir,” said the wife,
archly smiling again; “ but it is thy will and it is your duty to
submit—for a time at least. ”

Effingham laughed; but, as they approached the end of their walk, the
subject was changed by common consent. 

The place at which they arrived was the little spot of level ground
where the cabin of the Leather-Stocking had so long stood.   Elizabeth
found it entirely cleared of rubbish, and beautifully laid down in
turf, by the removal of sods, which, in common with the surrounding
country, had grown gay, under the influence of profuse showers, as if
a second spring had passed over the land.   This little place was
surrounded by a circle of mason-work, and they entered by a small
gate, near which, to the surprise of both, the rifle of Natty was
leaning against the wall.   Hector and the slut reposed on the grass by
its side, as if conscious that, however altered, they were lying on
the ground and were surrounded by objects with which they were
familiar.   The hunter himself was stretched on the earth, before a
head-stone of white marble, pushing aside with his fingers the long
grass that had already sprung up from the luxuriant soil around its
base, apparently to lay bare the inscription.   By the side of this
stone, which was a simple slab at the head of a grave, stood a rich
monument, decorated with an urn and ornamented with the chisel. 

Oliver and Elizabeth approached the graves with a light tread, unheard
by the old hunter, whose sunburnt face was working, and whose eyes
twinkled as if something impeded their vision.   After some little time
Natty raised himself slowly from the ground, and said aloud:

“Well, well—I’m bold to say it’s all right! There’s something that I
suppose is reading; but I can’t make anything of it; though the pipe
and the tomahawk, and the moccasins, be pretty well—pretty well, for a
man that, I dares to say, never seed ‘ither of the things.   Ah’s me!
there they lie, side by side, happy enough! Who will there be to put
me in the ‘arth when my time comes?”

“When that unfortunate hour arrives, Natty, friends shall not be
wanting to perform the last offices for you,” said Oliver, a little
touched at the hunter’s soliloquy. 

The old man turned, without manifesting surprise, for he had got the
Indian habits in this particular, and, running his hand under the
bottom of his nose, seemed to wipe away his sorrow with the action. 

“You’ve come out to see the graves, children, have ye?” he said; “
well, well, they’re wholesome sights to young as well as old. ”

“I hope they are fitted to your liking,” said Effingham, “no one has a
better right than yourself to be consulted in the matter. ”

“Why, seeing that I ain’t used to fine graves,” returned the old man,
“it is but little matter consarning my taste.   Ye laid the Major’s
head to the west, and Mohegan’s to the east, did ye, lad?”

“At your request it was done,”

“It’s so best,” said the hunter; “they thought they had to journey
different ways, children: though there is One greater than all, who’ll
bring the just together, at His own time, and who’ll whiten the skin
of a blackamoor, and place him on a footing with princes. ”

“There is but little reason to doubt that,” said Elizabeth, whose
decided tones were changed to a soft, melancholy voice; “I trust we
shall all meet again, and be happy together. ”

“Shall we, child, shall we?” exclaimed the hunter, with unusual
fervor, “there’s comfort in that thought too.   But before I go, I
should like to know what 'tis you tell these people, that be flocking
into the country like pigeons in the spring, of the old Delaware, and
of the bravest white man that ever trod the hills?”

Effingham and Elizabeth were surprised at the manner of the Leather-
Stocking, which was unusually impressive and solemn; but, attributing
it to the scene, the young man turned to the monument, and read aloud:

“Sacred to the memory of Oliver Effingham Esquire, formally a Major in
his B.  Majesty’s 60th Foot; a soldier of tried valor; a subject of
chivalrous loyalty; and a man of honesty.   To these virtues he added
the graces of a Christian.   The morning of his life was spent in
honor, wealth, and power; but its evening was obscured by poverty,
neglect, and disease, which were alleviated only by the tender care of
his old, faithful, and upright friend and attendant Nathaniel Bumppo. 
His descendants rest this stone to the virtues of the master, and to
the enduring gratitude of the servant. ”

The Leather-Stocking started at the sound of his own name, and a smile
of joy illuminated his wrinkled features, as he said:

“And did ye say It, lad? have you then got the old man’s name cut in
the stone, by the side of his master’s! God bless ye, children! ‘twas
a kind thought, and kindness goes to the heart as Life shortens. ”

Elizabeth turned her back to the speakers.   Effingham made a fruitless
effort before he succeeded in saying:

“It is there cut in plain marble; but it should have been written in
letters of gold!”

“Show me the name, boy,” said Natty, with simple eagerness; “let me
see my own name placed in such honor.   ‘Tis a gin’rous gift to a man
who leaves none of his name and family behind him in a country where
he has tarried so long. ”

Effingham guided his finger to the spot, and Natty followed the
windings of the letters to the end with deep interest, when he raised
himself from the tomb, and said:

“I suppose it’s all right; and it’s kindly thought, and kindly done!
But what have ye put over the red-skin”

“You shall hear: This stone is raised to the memory of an Indian Chief
of the Delaware tribe, who was known by the several names of John
Mohegan Mohican———’”

“Mo-hee-can, lad, they call theirselves! ‘hecan. ”

“Mohican; and Chingagook—”

“‘Gach, boy; ‘gach-gook; Chingachgook, which interpreted, means Big-
sarpent.   The name should he set down right, for an Indian’s name has
always some meaning in it. ”

“I will see it altered.   ‘He was the last of his people who continued
to inhabit this country; and it may he said of him that his faults
were those of an Indian, and his virtues those of a man. ’”

“You never said truer word, Mr.  Oliver; ah’s me! if you had knowed him
as I did, in his prime, in that very battle where the old gentleman,
who sleeps by his side saved his life, when them thieves, the
Iroquois, had him at the stake, you’d have said all that, and more
too.   I cut the thongs with this very hand, and gave him my own
tomahawk and knife, seeing that the rifle was always my fav'rite
weapon.   He did lay about him like a man! I met him as I was coming
home from the trail, with eleven Mingo scalps on his pole.   You
needn’t shudder, Madam Effingham, for they was all from shaved heads
and warriors.   When I look about me, at these hills, where I used to
could count sometimes twenty smokes, curling over the tree-tops, from
the Delaware camps, it raises mournful thoughts, to think that not a
red-skin is left of them all; unless it be a drunken vagabond from the
Oneidas, or them Yankee Indians, who, they say, be moving up from the
seashore; and who belong to none of Gods creatures, to my seeming,
being, as it were, neither fish nor flesh—neither white man nor
savage.   Well, well! the time has come at last, and I must go——”

“Go!” echoed Edwards, “ whither do you go?”

The Leather-Stocking; who had imbibed unconsciously, many of the
Indian qualities, though he always thought of himself as of a
civilized being, compared with even the Delawares, averted his face to
conceal the workings of his muscles, as he stooped to lift a large
pack from behind the tomb, which he placed deliberately on his
shoulders. 

“Go!” exclaimed Elizabeth, approaching him with a hurried step; “you
should not venture so far in the woods alone, at your time of life,
Natty; indeed, it Is Imprudent, He is bent, Effingham, on some distant
hunting. ”

“What Mrs.  Effingham tells you is true, Leather-Stocking’ said
Edwards; “there can be no necessity for your submitting to such
hardships now.   So throw aside your pack, and confine your hunt to the
mountains near us, if you will go. ”

“Hardship! ‘tis a pleasure, children, and the greatest that is left me
on this side the grave. ”

“No, no; you shall not go to such a distance,” cried Elizabeth, laying
her white hand on his deer-skin pack—” I am right! I feel his camp-
kettle, and a canister of powder! He must not be suffered to wander so
far from us, Oliver; remember how suddenly Mohegan dropped away. ”

“I knowed the parting would come hard, children—I knowed it would!”
said Natty, “and so I got aside to look at the graves by myself, and
thought if I left ye the keep sake which the Major gave me, when we
first parted in the woods, ye wouldn’t take it unkind, but would know
that, let the old man’s body go where it might, his feelings stayed
behind him. ”

“This means something more than common,” exclaimed the youth.   “Where
is it, Natty, that you purpose going?”

The hunter drew nigh him with a confident, reasoning air, as If what
he had to say would silence all objections, and replied:

“Why, lad, they tell me that on the big lakes there’s the best of
hunting, and a great range without a white man on it unless it may be
one like myself.   I’m weary of living in clearings, and where the
hammer is sounding in my ears from sunrise to sundown.   And though I’m
much bound to ye both, children—I wouldn’t say it if It was not true—I
crave to go into the woods agin—I do. ”

“Woods!” echoed Elizabeth, trembling with her feelings; “do you not
call these endless forests woods?”

“Ah! child, these be nothing to a man that’s used to the wilderness. 
I have took but little comfort sin’ your father come on with his
settlers; but I wouldn’t go far, while the life was in the body that
lies under the sod there.   But now he’s gone, and Chingachgook Is
gone; and you be both young and happy.   Yes! the big house has rung
with merriment this month past! And now I thought was the time to get
a little comfort in the close of my days.   Woods! indeed! I doesn’t
call these woods, Madam Effingham, where I lose myself every day of my
life in the clearings. ”

“If there be anything wanting to your comfort, name it, Leather-
Stocking; if it be attainable it is yours. ”

“You mean all for the best, lad, I know; and so does madam, too; but
your ways isn’t my ways.   ‘Tis like the dead there, who thought, when
the breath was in them, that one went east, and one went west, to find
their heavens; but they’ll meet at last, and so shall we, children. 
Yes, and as you’ve begun, and we shall meet in the land of the just at
last. ”

“This is so new! so unexpected!” said Elizabeth, in almost breathless
excitement; “I had thought you meant to live with us and die with us,
Natty. ”

“Words are of no avail,” exclaimed her husband: “the habits of forty
years are not to he dispossessed by the ties of a day.   I know you too
well to urge you further, Natty; unless you will let me build you a
hut on one of the distant hills, where we can sometimes see you, and
know that you are comfortable. ”

“Don’t fear for the Leather-Stocking, children; God will see that his
days be provided for, and his ind happy.   I know you mean all for the
best, but our ways doesn't agree.   I love the woods, and ye relish the
face of man; I eat when hungry, and drink when a-dry; and ye keep
stated hours and rules; nay, nay, you even over-feed the dogs, lad,
from pure kindness; and hounds should be gaunty to run well.   The
meanest of God’s creatures be made for some use, and I’m formed for
the wilderness, If ye love me, let me go where my soul craves to be
agin!”

The appeal was decisive; and not another word of en treaty for him to
remain was then uttered; but Elizabeth bent her head to her bosom and
wept, while her husband dashed away the tears from his eyes; and, with
hands that almost refused to perform their office, he procured his
pocket-book, and extended a parcel of bank-notes to the hunter. 

“Take these,” he said, “at least take these; secure them about your
person, and in the hour of need they will do you good service. ”

The old man took the notes, and examined them with curious eye. 

“This, then, is some of the new-fashioned money that they’ve been
making at Albany, out of paper! It can't be worth much to they that
hasn’t larning! No, no, lad-——take back the stuff; it will do me no
sarvice, I took kear to get all the Frenchman’s powder afore he broke
up, and they say lead grows where I’m going.   it isn’t even fit for
wads, seeing that I use none but leather!—Madam Effingham, let an old
man kiss your hand, and wish God’s choicest blessings on you and
your’n”

“Once more let me beseech you, stay!” cried Elizabeth.   Do not,
Leather-Stocking, leave me to grieve for the man who has twice rescued
me from death, and who has served those I love so faithfully.   For my
sake, if not for your own, stay.   I shall see you in those frightful
dreams that still haunt my nights, dying in poverty and age, by the
side of those terrific beasts you slew.   There will be no evil, that
sickness, want, and solitude can inflict, that my fancy will not
conjure as your fate.   Stay with us, old man, if not for your own
sake, at least for ours. ”

“Such thoughts and bitter dreams, Madam Effingham,” returned the
hunter, solemnly, “ will never haunt an innocent parson long.   They’ll
pass away with God’s pleasure.   And if the cat-a-mounts be yet brought
to your eyes in sleep, tis not for my sake, but to show you the power
of Him that led me there to save you.   Trust in God, madam, and your
honorable husband, and the thoughts for an old man like me can never
be long nor bitter.   I pray that the Lord will keep you in mind—the
Lord that lives in clearings as well as in the wilderness—and bless
you, and all that belong to you, from this time till the great day
when the whites shall meet the red-skins in judgement, and justice
shall be the law, and not power. ”

Elizabeth raised her head, and offered her colorless cheek to his
salute, when he lifted his cap and touched it respectfully.   His hand
was grasped with convulsive fervor by the youth, who continued silent. 
The hunter prepared himself for his journey, drawing his belt tighter,
and wasting his moments in the little reluctant movements of a
sorrowful departure.   Once or twice he essayed to speak, but a rising
in his throat prevented it.   At length he shouldered his rifle, and
cried with a clear huntsman’s call that echoed through the woods:
He-e-e-re, he-e-e-re, pups—away, dogs, away!—ye'll be footsore afore
ye see the end of the journey!”

The hounds leaped from the earth at this cry, and scenting around the
grave and silent pair, as if conscious of their own destination, they
followed humbly at the heels of their master.   A short pause
succeeded, during which even the youth concealed his face on his
grandfather’s tomb.   When the pride of manhood, however, had sup
pressed the feelings of nature, he turned to renew his en treaties,
but saw that the cemetery was occupied only by himself and his wife. 

“He is gone!” cried Effingham. 

Elizabeth raised her face, and saw the old hunter standing looking
back for a moment, on the verge of the wood.   As he caught their
glances, he drew his hard hand hastily across his eyes again, waved it
on high for an adieu, and, uttering a forced cry to his dogs, who were
crouching at his feet, he entered the forest. 

This was the last they ever saw of the Leather-Stocking, whose rapid
movements preceded the pursuit which Judge Temple both ordered and
conducted.   He had gone far toward the setting sun—the foremost in
that band of pioneers who are opening the way for the march of the
nation across the continent. 

The End

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