now they are clapper-clawing one another; i'll go look on. that

dissembling abominable varlet, diomed, has got that same scurvy,

doting, foolish young knave in his helm.

—troilus and cressida.

it is necessary, in order that the thread of the narrative should not be spun to a length which might fatigue the reader, that he should imagine a week to have intervened between the scene with which the preceding chapter closed and the events with which it is our intention to resume its relation in this. the season was on the point of changing its character; the verdure of summer giving place more rapidly to the brown and party-coloured livery of the fall.[*] the heavens were clothed in driving clouds, piled in vast masses one above the other, which whirled violently in the gusts; opening, occasionally, to admit transient glimpses of the bright and glorious sight of the heavens, dwelling in a magnificence by far too grand and durable to be disturbed by the fitful efforts of the lower world. beneath, the wind swept across the wild and naked prairies, with a violence that is seldom witnessed in any section of the continent less open. it would have been easy to have imagined, in the ages of fable, that the god of the winds had permitted his subordinate agents to escape from their den, and that they now rioted, in wantonness, across wastes, where neither tree, nor work of man, nor mountain, nor obstacle of any sort, opposed itself to their gambols.

[*] the americans call the autumn the “fall,” from the fall of the

leaf.

though nakedness might, as usual, be given as the pervading character of the spot, whither it is now necessary to transfer the scene of the tale, it was not entirely without the signs of human life. amid the monotonous rolling of the prairie, a single naked and ragged rock arose on the margin of a little watercourse, which found its way, after winding a vast distance through the plains, into one of the numerous tributaries of the father of rivers. a swale of low land lay near the base of the eminence; and as it was still fringed with a thicket of alders and sumack, it bore the signs of having once nurtured a feeble growth of wood. the trees themselves had been transferred, however, to the summit and crags of the neighbouring rocks. on this elevation the signs of man, to which the allusion just made applies, were to be found.

seen from beneath, there were visible a breast-work of logs and stones, intermingled in such a manner as to save all unnecessary labour, a few low roofs made of bark and boughs of trees, an occasional barrier, constructed like the defences on the summit, and placed on such points of the acclivity as were easier of approach than the general face of the eminence; and a little dwelling of cloth, perched on the apex of a small pyramid, that shot up on one angle of the rock, the white covering of which glimmered from a distance like a spot of snow, or, to make the simile more suitable to the rest of the subject, like a spotless and carefully guarded standard, which was to be protected by the dearest blood of those who defended the citadel beneath. it is hardly necessary to add, that this rude and characteristic fortress was the place where ishmael bush had taken refuge, after the robbery of his flocks and herds.

on the day to which the narrative is advanced, the squatter was standing near the base of the rocks, leaning on his rifle, and regarding the sterile soil that supported him with a look in which contempt and disappointment were strongly blended.

“'tis time to change our natur's,” he observed to the brother of his wife, who was rarely far from his elbow; “and to become ruminators, instead of people used to the fare of christians and free men. i reckon, abiram, you could glean a living among the grasshoppers: you ar' an active man, and might outrun the nimblest skipper of them all.”

“the country will never do,” returned the other, who relished but little the forced humour of his kinsman; “and it is well to remember that a lazy traveller makes a long journey.”

“would you have me draw a cart at my heels, across this desert for weeks,—ay, months?” retorted ishmael, who, like all of his class, could labour with incredible efforts on emergencies, but who too seldom exerted continued industry, on any occasion, to brook a proposal that offered so little repose. “it may do for your people, who live in settlements, to hasten on to their houses; but, thank heaven! my farm is too big for its owner ever to want a resting-place.”

“since you like the plantation, then, you have only to make your crop.”

“that is easier said than done, on this corner of the estate. i tell you, abiram, there is need of moving, for more reasons than one. you know i'm a man that very seldom enters into a bargain, but who always fulfils his agreements better than your dealers in wordy contracts written on rags of paper. if there's one mile, there ar' a hundred still needed to make up the distance for which you have my honour.”

as he spoke, the squatter glanced his eye upward at the little tenement of cloth which crowned the summit of his ragged fortress. the look was understood and answered by the other; and by some secret influence, which operated either through their interests or feelings, it served to re-establish that harmony between them, which had just been threatened with something like a momentary breach.

“i know it, and feel it in every bone of my body. but i remember the reason, why i have set myself on this accursed journey too well to forget the distance between me and the end. neither you nor i will ever be the better for what we have done, unless we thoroughly finish what is so well begun. ay, that is the doctrine of the whole world, i judge: i heard a travelling preacher, who was skirting it down the ohio, a time since, say, if a man should live up to the faith for a hundred years, and then fall from his work a single day, he would find the settlement was to be made for the finishing blow that he had put to his job, and that all the bad, and none of the good, would come into the final account.”

“and you believed the hungry hypocrite!”

“who said that i believed it?” retorted abiram with a bullying look, that betrayed how much his fears had dwelt on the subject he affected to despise. “is it believing to tell what a roguish—and yet, ishmael, the man might have been honest after all! he told us that the world was, in truth, no better than a desert, and that there was but one hand that could lead the most learned man through all its crooked windings. now, if this be true of the whole, it may be true of a part.”

“abiram, out with your grievances like a man,” interrupted the squatter, with a hoarse laugh. “you want to pray! but of what use will it be, according to your own doctrine, to serve god five minutes and the devil an hour? harkee, friend; i'm not much of a husband-man, but this i know to my cost; that to make a right good crop, even on the richest bottom, there must be hard labour; and your snufflers liken the 'arth to a field of corn, and the men, who live on it, to its yield. now i tell you, abiram, that you are no better than a thistle or a mullin; yea, ye ar' wood of too open a pore to be good even to burn!”

the malign glance, which shot from the scowling eye of abiram, announced the angry character of his feelings, but as the furtive look quailed, immediately, before the unmoved, steady, countenance of the squatter, it also betrayed how much the bolder spirit of the latter had obtained the mastery over his craven nature.

content with his ascendency, which was too apparent, and had been too often exerted on similar occasions, to leave him in any doubt of its extent, ishmael coolly continued the discourse, by adverting more directly to his future plans.

“you will own the justice of paying every one in kind,” he said; “i have been robbed of my stock, and i have a scheme to make myself as good as before, by taking hoof for hoof; or for that matter, when a man is put to the trouble of bargaining for both sides, he is a fool if he don't pay himself something in the way of commission.”

as the squatter made this declaration in a tone which was a little excited by the humour of the moment, four or five of his lounging sons, who had been leaning against the foot of the rock, came forward with the indolent step so common to the family.

“i have been calling ellen wade, who is on the rock keeping the look-out, to know if there is any thing to be seen,” observed the eldest of the young men; “and she shakes her head, for an answer. ellen is sparing of her words for a woman; and might be taught manners at least, without spoiling her good looks.”

ishmael cast his eye upward to the place, where the offending, but unconscious girl was holding her anxious watch. she was seated at the edge of the uppermost crag, by the side of the little tent, and at least two hundred feet above the level of the plain. little else was to be distinguished, at that distance, but the outline of her form, her fair hair streaming in the gusts beyond her shoulders, and the steady and seemingly unchangeable look that she had riveted on some remote point of the prairie.

“what is it, nell?” cried ishmael, lifting his powerful voice a little above the rushing of the element. “have you got a glimpse of any thing bigger than a burrowing barker?”

the lips of the attentive ellen parted; she rose to the utmost height her small stature admitted, seeming still to regard the unknown object; but her voice, if she spoke at all, was not sufficiently loud to be heard amid the wind.

“it ar' a fact that the child sees something more uncommon than a buffaloe or a prairie dog!” continued ishmael. “why, nell, girl, ar' ye deaf? nell, i say;—i hope it is an army of red-skins she has in her eye; for i should relish the chance to pay them for their kindness, under the favour of these logs and rocks!”

as the squatter accompanied his vaunt with corresponding gestures, and directed his eyes to the circle of his equally confident sons while speaking, he drew their gaze from ellen to himself; but now, when they turned together to note the succeeding movements of their female sentinel, the place which had so lately been occupied by her form was vacant.

“as i am a sinner,” exclaimed asa, usually one of the most phlegmatic of the youths, “the girl is blown away by the wind!”

something like a sensation was exhibited among them, which might have denoted that the influence of the laughing blue eyes, flaxen hair, and glowing cheeks of ellen, had not been lost on the dull natures of the young men; and looks of amazement, mingled slightly with concern, passed from one to the other as they gazed, in dull wonder, at the point of the naked rock.

“it might well be!” added another; “she sat on a slivered stone, and i have been thinking of telling her she was in danger for more than an hour.”

“is that a riband of the child, dangling from the corner of the hill below?” cried ishmael; “ha! who is moving about the tent? have i not told you all—”

“ellen! 'tis ellen!” interrupted the whole body of his sons in a breath; and at that instant she re-appeared to put an end to their different surmises, and to relieve more than one sluggish nature from its unwonted excitement. as ellen issued from beneath the folds of the tent, she advanced with a light and fearless step to her former giddy stand, and pointed toward the prairie, appearing to speak in an eager and rapid voice to some invisible auditor.

“nell is mad!” said asa, half in contempt and yet not a little in concern. “the girl is dreaming with her eyes open; and thinks she sees some of them fierce creatur's, with hard names, with which the doctor fills her ears.”

“can it be, the child has found a scout of the siouxes?” said ishmael, bending his look toward the plain; but a low, significant whisper from abiram drew his eyes quickly upward again, where they were turned just in time to perceive that the cloth of the tent was agitated by a motion very evidently different from the quivering occasioned by the wind. “let her, if she dare!” the squatter muttered in his teeth. “abiram; they know my temper too well to play the prank with me!”

“look for yourself! if the curtain is not lifted, i can see no better than the owl by daylight.”

ishmael struck the breach of his rifle violently on the earth, and shouted in a voice that might easily have been heard by ellen, had not her attention still continued rapt on the object which so unaccountably attracted her eyes in the distance.

“nell!” continued the squatter, “away with you, fool! will you bring down punishment on your own head? why, nell!—she has forgotten her native speech; let us see if she can understand another language.”

ishmael threw his rifle to his shoulder, and at the next moment it was pointed upward at the summit of the rock. before time was given for a word of remonstrance, it had sent forth its contents, in its usual streak of bright flame. ellen started like the frightened chamois, and uttering a piercing scream, she darted into the tent, with a swiftness that left it uncertain whether terror or actual injury had been the penalty of her offence.

the action of the squatter was too sudden and unexpected to admit of prevention, but the instant it was done, his sons manifested, in an unequivocal manner, the temper with which they witnessed the desperate measure. angry and fierce glances were interchanged, and a murmur of disapprobation was uttered by the whole, in common.

“what has ellen done, father,” said asa, with a degree of spirit, which was the more striking from being unusual, “that she should be shot at like a straggling deer, or a hungry wolf?”

“mischief,” deliberately returned the squatter; but with a cool expression of defiance in his eye that showed how little he was moved by the ill-concealed humour of his children. “mischief, boy; mischief! take you heed that the disorder don't spread.”

“it would need a different treatment in a man, than in yon screaming girl!”

“asa, you ar' a man, as you have often boasted; but remember i am your father, and your better.”

“i know it well; and what sort of a father?”

“harkee, boy: i more than half believe that your drowsy head let in the siouxes. be modest in speech, my watchful son, or you may have to answer yet for the mischief your own bad conduct has brought upon us.”

“i'll stay no longer to be hectored like a child in petticoats. you talk of law, as if you knew of none, and yet you keep me down, as though i had not life and wants of my own. i'll stay no longer to be treated like one of your meanest cattle!”

“the world is wide, my gallant boy, and there's many a noble plantation on it, without a tenant. go; you have title deeds signed and sealed to your hand. few fathers portion their children better than ishmael bush; you will say that for me, at least, when you get to be a wealthy landholder.”

“look! father, look!” exclaimed several voices at once, seizing with avidity, an opportunity to interrupt a dialogue which threatened to become more violent.

“look!” repeated abiram, in a voice which sounded hollow and warning; “if you have time for any thing but quarrels, ishmael, look!”

the squatter turned slowly from his offending son, and cast an eye, that still lowered with deep resentment upward; but which, the instant it caught a view of the object that now attracted the attention of all around him, changed its expression to one of astonishment and dismay.

a female stood on the spot, from which ellen had been so fearfully expelled. her person was of the smallest size that is believed to comport with beauty, and which poets and artists have chosen as the beau ideal of feminine loveliness. her dress was of a dark and glossy silk, and fluttered like gossamer around her form. long, flowing, and curling tresses of hair, still blacker and more shining than her robe, fell at times about her shoulders, completely enveloping the whole of her delicate bust in their ringlets; or at others streaming in the wind. the elevation at which she stood prevented a close examination of the lineaments of a countenance which, however, it might be seen was youthful, and, at the moment of her unlooked-for appearance, eloquent with feeling. so young, indeed, did this fair and fragile being appear, that it might be doubted whether the age of childhood was entirely passed. one small and exquisitely moulded hand was pressed on her heart, while with the other she made an impressive gesture, which seemed to invite ishmael, if further violence was meditated, to direct it against her bosom.

the silent wonder, with which the group of borderers gazed upward at so extraordinary a spectacle, was only interrupted as the person of ellen was seen emerging with timidity from the tent, as if equally urged, by apprehensions in behalf of herself and the fears which she felt on account of her companion, to remain concealed and to advance. she spoke, but her words were unheard by those below, and unheeded by her to whom they were addressed. the latter, however, as if content with the offer she had made of herself as a victim to the resentment of ishmael, now calmly retired, and the spot she had so lately occupied became vacant, leaving a sort of stupid impression on the spectators beneath, not unlike that which it might be supposed would have been created had they just been gazing at some supernatural vision.

more than a minute of profound silence succeeded, during which the sons of ishmael still continued gazing at the naked rock in stupid wonder. then, as eye met eye, an expression of novel intelligence passed from one to the other, indicating that to them, at least, the appearance of this extraordinary tenant of the pavilion was as unexpected as it was incomprehensible. at length asa, in right of his years, and moved by the rankling impulse of the recent quarrel, took on himself the office of interrogator. instead, however, of braving the resentment of his father, of whose fierce nature, when aroused, he had had too frequent evidence to excite it wantonly, he turned upon the cowering person of abiram, observing with a sneer—

“this then is the beast you were bringing into the prairies for a decoy! i know you to be a man who seldom troubles truth, when any thing worse may answer, but i never knew you to outdo yourself so thoroughly before. the newspapers of kentuck have called you a dealer in black flesh a hundred times, but little did they reckon that you drove the trade into white families.”

“who is a kidnapper?” demanded abiram, with a blustering show of resentment. “am i to be called to account for every lie they put in print throughout the states? look to your own family, boy; look to yourselves. the very stumps of kentucky and tennessee cry out ag'in ye! ay, my tonguey gentleman, i have seen father and mother and three children, yourself for one, published on the logs and stubs of the settlements, with dollars enough for reward to have made an honest man rich, for—”

he was interrupted by a back-handed but violent blow on the mouth, that caused him to totter, and which left the impression of its weight in the starting blood and swelling lips.

“asa,” said the father, advancing with a portion of that dignity with which the hand of nature seems to have invested the parental character, “you have struck the brother of your mother!”

“i have struck the abuser of the whole family,” returned the angry youth; “and, unless he teaches his tongue a wiser language, he had better part with it altogether, as the unruly member. i'm no great performer with the knife, but, on an occasion, could make out, myself, to cut off a slande—”

“boy, twice have you forgotten yourself to-day. be careful that it does not happen the third time. when the law of the land is weak, it is right the law of nature should be strong. you understand me, asa; and you know me. as for you, abiram, the child has done you wrong, and it is my place to see you righted. remember; i tell you justice shall be done; it is enough. but you have said hard things ag'in me and my family. if the hounds of the law have put their bills on the trees and stumps of the clearings, it was for no act of dishonesty as you know, but because we maintain the rule that 'arth is common property. no, abiram; could i wash my hands of things done by your advice, as easily as i can of the things done by the whisperings of the devil, my sleep would be quieter at night, and none who bear my name need blush to hear it mentioned. peace, asa, and you too, man; enough has been said. let us all think well before any thing is added, that may make what is already so bad still more bitter.”

ishmael waved his hand with authority, as he ended, and turned away with the air of one who felt assured, that those he had addressed would not have the temerity to dispute his commands. asa evidently struggled with himself to compel the required obedience, but his heavy nature quietly sunk into its ordinary repose, and he soon appeared again the being he really was; dangerous, only, at moments, and one whose passions were too sluggish to be long maintained at the point of ferocity. not so with abiram. while there was an appearance of a personal conflict, between him and his colossal nephew, his mien had expressed the infallible evidences of engrossing apprehension, but now, that the authority as well as gigantic strength of the father were interposed between him and his assailant, his countenance changed from paleness to a livid hue, that bespoke how deeply the injury he had received rankled in his breast. like asa, however, he acquiesced in the decision of the squatter; and the appearance, at least, of harmony was restored again among a set of beings, who were restrained by no obligations more powerful than the frail web of authority with which ishmael had been able to envelope his children.

one effect of the quarrel had been to divert the thoughts of the young men from their recent visitor. with the dispute, that succeeded the disappearance of the fair stranger, all recollection of her existence appeared to have vanished. a few ominous and secret conferences, it is true, were held apart, during which the direction of the eyes of the different speakers betrayed their subject; but these threatening symptoms soon disappeared, and the whole party was again seen broken into its usual, listless, silent, and lounging groups.

“i will go upon the rock, boys, and look abroad for the savages,” said ishmael shortly after, advancing towards them with a mien which he intended should be conciliating, at the same time that it was authoritative.

“if there is nothing to fear, we will go out on the plain; the day is too good to be lost in words, like women in the towns wrangling over their tea and sugared cakes.”

without waiting for approbation or dissent, the squatter advanced to the base of the rock, which formed a sort of perpendicular wall, nearly twenty feet high around the whole acclivity. ishmael, however, directed his footsteps to a point where an ascent might be made through a narrow cleft, which he had taken the precaution to fortify with a breast-work of cottonwood logs, and which, in its turn, was defended by a chevaux-de-frise of the branches of the same tree. here an armed man was usually kept, as at the key of the whole position, and here one of the young men now stood, indolently leaning against the rock, ready to protect the pass, if it should prove necessary, until the whole party could be mustered at the several points of defence.

from this place the squatter found the ascent still difficult, partly by nature and partly by artificial impediments, until he reached a sort of terrace, or, to speak more properly, the plain of the elevation, where he had established the huts in which the whole family dwelt. these tenements were, as already mentioned, of that class which are so often seen on the borders, and such as belonged to the infancy of architecture; being simply formed of logs, bark, and poles. the area on which they stood contained several hundred square feet, and was sufficiently elevated above the plain greatly to lessen if not to remove all danger from indian missiles. here ishmael believed he might leave his infants in comparative security, under the protection of their spirited mother, and here he now found esther engaged at her ordinary domestic employments, surrounded by her daughters, and lifting her voice, in declamatory censure, as one or another of the idle fry incurred her displeasure, and far too much engrossed with the tempest of her own conversation to know any thing of the violent scene which had been passing below.

“a fine windy place you have chosen for the camp, ishmael!” she commenced, or rather continued, by merely diverting the attack from a sobbing girl of ten, at her elbow, to her husband. “my word! if i haven't to count the young ones every ten minutes, to see they are not flying away among the buzzards, or the ducks. why do ye all keep hovering round the rock, like lolloping reptiles in the spring, when the heavens are beginning to be alive with birds, man. d'ye think mouths can be filled, and hunger satisfied, by laziness and sleep!”

“you'll have your say, eester,” said the husband, using the provincial pronunciation of america for the name, and regarding his noisy companions, with a look of habitual tolerance rather than of affection. “but the birds you shall have, if your own tongue don't frighten them to take too high a flight. ay, woman,” he continued, standing on the very spot whence he had so rudely banished ellen, which he had by this time gained, “and buffaloe too, if my eye can tell the animal at the distance of a spanish league.”

“come down; come down, and be doing, instead of talking. a talking man is no better than a barking dog. i shall hang out the cloth, if any of the red-skins show themselves, in time to give you notice. but, ishmael, what have you been killing, my man; for it was your rifle i heard a few minutes agone, unless i have lost my skill in sounds.”

“poh! 'twas to frighten the hawk you see sailing above the rock.”

“hawk, indeed! at your time of day to be shooting at hawks and buzzards, with eighteen open mouths to feed. look at the bee, and at the beaver, my good man, and learn to be a provider. why, ishmael! i believe my soul,” she continued, dropping the tow she was twisting on a distaff, “the man is in that tent ag'in! more than half his time is spent about the worthless, good-for-nothing—”

the sudden re-appearance of her husband closed the mouth of the wife; and, as the former descended to the place where esther had resumed her employment, she was content to grumble forth her dissatisfaction, instead of expressing it in more audible terms.

the dialogue that now took place between the affectionate pair was sufficiently succinct and expressive. the woman was at first a little brief and sullen in her answers, but care for her family soon rendered her more complaisant. as the purport of the conversation was merely an engagement to hunt during the remainder of the day, in order to provide the chief necessary of life, we shall not stop to record it.

with this resolution, then, the squatter descended to the plain and divided his forces into two parts, one of which was to remain as a guard with the fortress, and the other to accompany him to the field. he warily included asa and abiram in his own party, well knowing that no authority short of his own was competent to repress the fierce disposition of his headlong son, if fairly awakened. when these arrangements were completed, the hunters sallied forth, separating at no great distance from the rock, in order to form a circle about the distant herd of buffaloes.