—methought, i heard a voice.

—shakspeare.

the water-courses were at their height, and the boat went down the swift current like a bird. the passage proved prosperous and speedy. in less than a third of the time, that would have been necessary for the same journey by land, it was accomplished by the favour of those rapid rivers. issuing from one stream into another, as the veins of the human body communicate with the larger channels of life, they soon entered the grand artery of the western waters, and landed safely at the very door of the father of inez.

the joy of don augustin, and the embarrassment of the worthy father ignatius, may be imagined. the former wept and returned thanks to heaven; the latter returned thanks, and did not weep. the mild provincials were too happy to raise any questions on the character of so joyful a restoration; and, by a sort of general consent, it soon came to be an admitted opinion that the bride of middleton had been kidnapped by a villain, and that she was restored to her friends by human agency. there were, as respects this belief, certainly a few sceptics, but then they enjoyed their doubts in private, with that species of sublimated and solitary gratification that a miser finds in gazing at his growing, but useless, hoards.

in order to give the worthy priest something to employ his mind, middleton made him the instrument of uniting paul and ellen. the former consented to the ceremony, because he found that all his friends laid great stress on the matter; but shortly after he led his bride into the plains of kentucky, under the pretence of paying certain customary visits to sundry members of the family of hover. while there, he took occasion to have the marriage properly solemnised, by a justice of the peace of his acquaintance, in whose ability to forge the nuptial chain he had much more faith than in that of all the gownsmen within the pale of rome. ellen, who appeared conscious that some extraordinary preventives might prove necessary to keep one of so erratic a temper as her partner, within the proper matrimonial boundaries, raised no objections to these double knots, and all parties were content.

the local importance middleton had acquired, by his union with the daughter of so affluent a proprietor as don augustin, united to his personal merit, attracted the attention of the government. he was soon employed in various situations of responsibility and confidence, which both served to elevate his character in the public estimation, and to afford the means of patronage. the bee-hunter was among the first of those to whom he saw fit to extend his favour. it was far from difficult to find situations suited to the abilities of paul, in the state of society that existed three-and-twenty years ago in those regions. the efforts of middleton and inez, in behalf of her husband, were warmly and sagaciously seconded by ellen, and they succeeded, in process of time, in working a great and beneficial change in his character. he soon became a land-holder, then a prosperous cultivator of the soil, and shortly after a town-officer. by that progressive change in fortune, which in the republic is often seen to be so singularly accompanied by a corresponding improvement in knowledge and self-respect, he went on, from step to step, until his wife enjoyed the maternal delight of seeing her children placed far beyond the danger of returning to that state from which both their parents had issued. paul is actually at this moment a member of the lower branch of the legislature of the state where he has long resided; and he is even notorious for making speeches that have a tendency to put that deliberative body in good humour, and which, as they are based on great practical knowledge suited to the condition of the country, possess a merit that is much wanted in many more subtle and fine-spun theories, that are daily heard in similar assemblies, to issue from the lips of certain instinctive politicians. but all these happy fruits were the results of much care, and of a long period of time. middleton, who fills, with a credit better suited to the difference in their educations, a seat in a far higher branch of legislative authority, is the source from which we have derived most of the intelligence necessary to compose our legend. in addition to what he has related of paul, and of his own continued happiness, he has added a short narrative of what took place in a subsequent visit to the prairies, with which, as we conceive it a suitable termination to what has gone before, we shall judge it wise to conclude our labours.

in the autumn of the year, that succeeded the season, in which the preceding events occurred, the young man, still in the military service, found himself on the waters of the missouri, at a point not far remote from the pawnee towns. released from any immediate calls of duty, and strongly urged to the measure by paul, who was in his company, he determined to take horse, and cross the country to visit the partisan, and to enquire into the fate of his friend the trapper. as his train was suited to his functions and rank, the journey was effected, with the privations and hardships that are the accompaniments of all travelling in a wild, but without any of those dangers and alarms that marked his former passage through the same regions. when within a proper distance, he despatched an indian runner, belonging to a friendly tribe, to announce the approach of himself and party, continuing his route at a deliberate pace, in order that the intelligence might, as was customary, precede his arrival. to the surprise of the travellers their message was unanswered. hour succeeded hour, and mile after mile was passed, without bringing either the signs of an honourable reception, or the more simple assurances of a friendly welcome. at length the cavalcade, at whose head rode middleton and paul, descended from the elevated plain, on which they had long been journeying, to a luxuriant bottom, that brought them to the level of the village of the loups. the sun was beginning to fall, and a sheet of golden light was spread over the placid plain, lending to its even surface those glorious tints and hues, that, the human imagination is apt to conceive, forms the embellishment of still more imposing scenes. the verdure of the year yet remained, and herds of horses and mules were grazing peacefully in the vast natural pasture, under the keeping of vigilant pawnee boys. paul pointed out among them, the well-known form of asinus, sleek, fat, and luxuriating in the fulness of content, as he stood with reclining ears and closed eye-lids, seemingly musing on the exquisite nature of his present indolent enjoyment.

the route of the party led them at no great distance from one of those watchful youths, who was charged with a trust heavy as the principal wealth of his tribe. he heard the trampling of the horses, and cast his eye aside, but instead of manifesting curiosity or alarm, his look instantly returned whence it had been withdrawn, to the spot where the village was known to stand.

“there is something remarkable in all this,” muttered middleton, half offended at what he conceived to be not only a slight to his rank, but offensive to himself, personally; “yonder boy has heard of our approach, or he would not fail to notify his tribe; and yet he scarcely deigns to favour us with a glance. look to your arms, men; it may be necessary to let these savages feel our strength.”

“therein, captain, i think you're in an error,” returned paul, “if honesty is to be met on the prairies at all, you will find it in our old friend hard-heart; neither is an indian to be judged of by the rules of a white. see! we are not altogether slighted, for here comes a party at last to meet us, though it is a little pitiful as to show and numbers.”

paul was right in both particulars. a group of horsemen were at length seen wheeling round a little copse, and advancing across the plain directly towards them. the advance of this party was slow and dignified. as it drew nigh, the partisan of the loups was seen at its head, followed by a dozen younger warriors of his tribe. they were all unarmed, nor did they even wear any of those ornaments or feathers, which are considered testimonials of respect to the guest an indian receives, as well as evidence of his own importance.

the meeting was friendly, though a little restrained on both sides. middleton, jealous of his own consideration no less than of the authority of his government, suspected some undue influence on the part of the agents of the canadas; and, as he was determined to maintain the authority of which he was the representative, he felt himself constrained to manifest a hauteur, that he was far from feeling. it was not so easy to penetrate the motives of the pawnees. calm, dignified, and yet far from repulsive, they set an example of courtesy, blended with reserve, that many a diplomatist of the most polished court might have strove in vain to imitate.

in this manner the two parties continued their course to the town. middleton had time, during the remainder of the ride, to revolve in his mind, all the probable reasons which his ingenuity could suggest for this strange reception. although he was accompanied by a regular interpreter, the chiefs made their salutations in a manner that dispensed with his services. twenty times the captain turned his glance on his former friend, endeavouring to read the expression of his rigid features. but every effort and all conjectures proved equally futile. the eye of hard-heart was fixed, composed, and a little anxious; but as to every other emotion, impenetrable. he neither spoke himself, nor seemed willing to invite discourse in his visiters; it was therefore necessary for middleton to adopt the patient manners of his companions, and to await the issue for the explanation.

when they entered the town, its inhabitants were seen collected in an open space, where they were arranged with the customary deference to age and rank. the whole formed a large circle, in the centre of which, were perhaps a dozen of the principal chiefs. hard-heart waved his hand as he approached, and, as the mass of bodies opened, he rode through, followed by his companions. here they dismounted; and as the beasts were led apart, the strangers found themselves environed by a thousand, grave, composed, but solicitous faces.

middleton gazed about him, in growing concern, for no cry, no song, no shout welcomed him among a people, from whom he had so lately parted with regret. his uneasiness, not to say apprehensions, was shared by all his followers. determination and stern resolution began to assume the place of anxiety in every eye, as each man silently felt for his arms, and assured himself, that his several weapons were in a state for service. but there was no answering symptom of hostility on the part of their hosts. hard-heart beckoned for middleton and paul to follow, leading the way towards the cluster of forms, that occupied the centre of the circle. here the visiters found a solution of all the movements, which had given them so much reason for apprehension.

the trapper was placed on a rude seat, which had been made, with studied care, to support his frame in an upright and easy attitude. the first glance of the eye told his former friends, that the old man was at length called upon to pay the last tribute of nature. his eye was glazed, and apparently as devoid of sight as of expression. his features were a little more sunken and strongly marked than formerly; but there, all change, so far as exterior was concerned, might be said to have ceased. his approaching end was not to be ascribed to any positive disease, but had been a gradual and mild decay of the physical powers. life, it is true, still lingered in his system; but it was as if at times entirely ready to depart, and then it would appear to re-animate the sinking form, reluctant to give up the possession of a tenement, that had never been corrupted by vice, or undermined by disease. it would have been no violent fancy to have imagined, that the spirit fluttered about the placid lips of the old woodsman, reluctant to depart from a shell, that had so long given it an honest and an honourable shelter.

his body was placed so as to let the light of the setting sun fall full upon the solemn features. his head was bare, the long, thin, locks of grey fluttering lightly in the evening breeze. his rifle lay upon his knee, and the other accoutrements of the chase were placed at his side, within reach of his hand. between his feet lay the figure of a hound, with its head crouching to the earth as if it slumbered; and so perfectly easy and natural was its position, that a second glance was necessary to tell middleton, he saw only the skin of hector, stuffed by indian tenderness and ingenuity in a manner to represent the living animal. his own dog was playing at a distance, with the child of tachechana and mahtoree. the mother herself stood at hand, holding in her arms a second offspring, that might boast of a parentage no less honourable, than that which belonged to the son of hard-heart. le balafre was seated nigh the dying trapper, with every mark about his person, that the hour of his own departure was not far distant. the rest of those immediately in the centre were aged men, who had apparently drawn near, in order to observe the manner, in which a just and fearless warrior would depart on the greatest of his journeys.

the old man was reaping the rewards of a life remarkable for temperance and activity, in a tranquil and placid death. his vigour in a manner endured to the very last. decay, when it did occur, was rapid, but free from pain. he had hunted with the tribe in the spring, and even throughout most of the summer, when his limbs suddenly refused to perform their customary offices. a sympathising weakness took possession of all his faculties; and the pawnees believed, that they were going to lose, in this unexpected manner, a sage and counsellor, whom they had begun both to love and respect. but as we have already said, the immortal occupant seemed unwilling to desert its tenement. the lamp of life flickered without becoming extinguished. on the morning of the day, on which middleton arrived, there was a general reviving of the powers of the whole man. his tongue was again heard in wholesome maxims, and his eye from time to time recognised the persons of his friends. it merely proved to be a brief and final intercourse with the world on the part of one, who had already been considered, as to mental communion, to have taken his leave of it for ever.

when he had placed his guests in front of the dying man, hard-heart, after a pause, that proceeded as much from sorrow as decorum, leaned a little forward and demanded—

“does my father hear the words of his son?”

“speak,” returned the trapper, in tones that issued from his chest, but which were rendered awfully distinct by the stillness that reigned in the place. “i am about to depart from the village of the loups, and shortly shall be beyond the reach of your voice.”

“let the wise chief have no cares for his journey,” continued hard-heart with an earnest solicitude, that led him to forget, for the moment, that others were waiting to address his adopted parent; “a hundred loups shall clear his path from briars.”

“pawnee, i die as i have lived, a christian man,” resumed the trapper with a force of voice that had the same startling effect upon his hearers, as is produced by the trumpet, when its blast rises suddenly and freely on the air, after its obstructed sounds have been heard struggling in the distance: “as i came into life so will i leave it. horses and arms are not needed to stand in the presence of the great spirit of my people. he knows my colour, and according to my gifts will he judge my deeds.”

“my father will tell my young men, how many mingoes he has struck, and what acts of valour and justice he has done, that they may know how to imitate him.”

“a boastful tongue is not heard in the heaven of a white man,” solemnly returned the old man. “what i have done, he has seen. his eyes are always open. that, which has been well done, will he remember; wherein i have been wrong will he not forget to chastise, though he will do the same in mercy. no, my son; a pale-face may not sing his own praises, and hope to have them acceptable before his god.”

a little disappointed, the young partisan stepped modestly back, making way for the recent comers to approach. middleton took one of the meagre hands of the trapper, and struggling to command his voice, he succeeded in announcing his presence. the old man listened like one whose thoughts were dwelling on a very different subject, but when the other had succeeded in making him understand, that he was present, an expression of joyful recognition passed over his faded features—“i hope you have not so soon forgotten those, whom you so materially served!” middleton concluded. “it would pain me to think my hold on your memory was so light.”

“little that i have ever seen is forgotten,” returned the trapper: “i am at the close of many weary days, but there is not one among them all, that i could wish to overlook. i remember you with the whole of your company; ay, and your grand'ther, that went before you. i am glad, that you have come back upon these plains, for i had need of one, who speaks the english, since little faith can be put in the traders of these regions. will you do a favour to an old and dying man?”

“name it,” said middleton; “it shall be done.”

“it is a far journey to send such trifles,” resumed the old man, who spoke at short intervals, as strength and breath permitted; “a far and weary journey is the same; but kindnesses and friendships are things not to be forgotten. there is a settlement among the otsego hills—”

“i know the place,” interrupted middleton, observing that he spoke with increasing difficulty; “proceed to tell me, what you would have done.”

“take this rifle, and pouch, and horn, and send them to the person, whose name is graven on the plates of the stock,—a trader cut the letters with his knife,—for it is long, that i have intended to send him such a token of my love.”

“it shall be so. is there more that you could wish?”

“little else have i to bestow. my traps i give to my indian son; for honestly and kindly has he kept his faith. let him stand before me.”

middleton explained to the chief what the trapper had said and relinquished his own place to the other.

“pawnee,” continued the old man, always changing his language to suit the person he addressed, and not unfrequently according to the ideas he expressed, “it is a custom of my people for the father to leave his blessing with the son, before he shuts his eves for ever. this blessing i give to you; take it, for the prayers of a christian man will never make the path of a just warrior, to the blessed prairies, either longer, or more tangled. may the god of a white man look on your deeds with friendly eyes, and may you never commit an act, that shall cause him to darken his face. i know not whether we shall ever meet again. there are many traditions concerning the place of good spirits. it is not for one like me, old and experienced though i am, to set up my opinions against a nation's. you believe in the blessed prairies, and i have faith in the sayings of my fathers. if both are true, our parting will be final; but if it should prove, that the same meaning is hid under different words, we shall yet stand together, pawnee, before the face of your wahcondah, who will then be no other than my god. there is much to be said in favour of both religions, for each seems suited to its own people, and no doubt it was so intended. i fear, i have not altogether followed the gifts of my colour, inasmuch as i find it a little painful to give up for ever the use of the rifle, and the comforts of the chase. but then the fault has been my own, seeing that it could not have been his. ay, hector,” he continued, leaning forward a little, and feeling for the ears of the hound, “our parting has come at last, dog, and it will be a long hunt. you have been an honest, and a bold, and a faithful hound. pawnee, you cannot slay the pup on my grave, for where a christian dog falls, there he lies for ever; but you can be kind to him, after i am gone, for the love you bear his master.”

“the words of my father are in my ears,” returned the young partisan, making a grave and respectful gesture of assent.

“do you hear, what the chief has promised, dog?” demanded the trapper, making an effort to attract the notice of the insensible effigy of his hound. receiving no answering look, nor hearing any friendly whine, the old man felt for the mouth and endeavoured to force his hand between the cold lips. the truth then flashed upon him, although he was far from perceiving the whole extent of the deception. falling back in his seat, he hung his head, like one who felt a severe and unexpected shock. profiting by this momentary forgetfulness, two young indians removed the skin with the same delicacy of feeling, that had induced them to attempt the pious fraud.

“the dog is dead!” muttered the trapper, after a pause of many minutes; “a hound has his time as well as a man and well has he filled his days! captain,” he added, making an effort to wave his hand for middleton, “i am glad you have come; for though kind, and well meaning according to the gifts of their colour, these indians are not the men, to lay the head of a white man in his grave. i have been thinking too, of this dog at my feet; it will not do to set forth the opinion, that a christian can expect to meet his hound again; still there can be little harm in placing what is left of so faithful a servant nigh the bones of his master.”

“it shall be as you desire.”

“i'm glad, you think with me in this matter. in order then to save labour, lay the pup at my feet, or for that matter put him, side by side. a hunter need never be ashamed to be found in company with his dog!”

“i charge myself with your wish.”

the old man made a long, and apparently a musing pause. at times he raised his eyes wistfully, as if he would again address middleton, but some innate feeling appeared always to suppress his words. the other, who observed his hesitation, enquired in a way most likely to encourage him to proceed, whether there was aught else that he could wish to have done.

“i am without kith or kin in the wide world!” the trapper answered: “when i am gone, there will be an end of my race. we have never been chiefs; but honest and useful in our way, i hope it cannot be denied, we have always proved ourselves. my father lies buried near the sea, and the bones of his son will whiten on the prairies—”

“name the spot, and your remains shall be placed by the side of your father,” interrupted middleton.

“not so, not so, captain. let me sleep, where i have lived, beyond the din of the settlements! still i see no need, why the grave of an honest man should be hid, like a red-skin in his ambushment. i paid a man in the settlements to make and put a graven stone at the head of my father's resting place. it was of the value of twelve beaver-skins, and cunningly and curiously was it carved! then it told to all comers that the body of such a christian lay beneath; and it spoke of his manner of life, of his years, and of his honesty. when we had done with the frenchers in the old war, i made a journey to the spot, in order to see that all was rightly performed, and glad i am to say, the workman had not forgotten his faith.”

“and such a stone you would have at your grave?”

“i! no, no, i have no son, but hard-heart, and it is little that an indian knows of white fashions and usages. besides i am his debtor, already, seeing it is so little i have done, since i have lived in his tribe. the rifle might bring the value of such a thing—but then i know, it will give the boy pleasure to hang the piece in his hall, for many is the deer and the bird that he has seen it destroy. no, no, the gun must be sent to him, whose name is graven on the lock!”

“but there is one, who would gladly prove his affection in the way you wish; he, who owes you not only his own deliverance from so many dangers, but who inherits a heavy debt of gratitude from his ancestors. the stone shall be put at the head of your grave.”

the old man extended his emaciated hand, and gave the other a squeeze of thanks.

“i thought, you might be willing to do it, but i was backward in asking the favour,” he said, “seeing that you are not of my kin. put no boastful words on the same, but just the name, the age, and the time of the death, with something from the holy book; no more no more. my name will then not be altogether lost on 'arth; i need no more.”

middleton intimated his assent, and then followed a pause, that was only broken by distant and broken sentences from the dying man. he appeared now to have closed his accounts with the world, and to await merely for the final summons to quit it. middleton and hard-heart placed themselves on the opposite sides of his seat, and watched with melancholy solicitude, the variations of his countenance. for two hours there was no very sensible alteration. the expression of his faded and time-worn features was that of a calm and dignified repose. from time to time he spoke, uttering some brief sentence in the way of advice, or asking some simple questions concerning those in whose fortunes he still took a friendly interest. during the whole of that solemn and anxious period each individual of the tribe kept his place, in the most self-restrained patience. when the old man spoke, all bent their heads to listen; and when his words were uttered, they seemed to ponder on their wisdom and usefulness.

as the flame drew nigher to the socket, his voice was hushed, and there were moments, when his attendants doubted whether he still belonged to the living. middleton, who watched each wavering expression of his weather-beaten visage, with the interest of a keen observer of human nature, softened by the tenderness of personal regard, fancied he could read the workings of the old man's soul in the strong lineaments of his countenance. perhaps what the enlightened soldier took for the delusion of mistaken opinion did actually occur, for who has returned from that unknown world to explain by what forms, and in what manner, he was introduced into its awful precincts? without pretending to explain what must ever be a mystery to the quick, we shall simply relate facts as they occurred.

the trapper had remained nearly motionless for an hour. his eyes, alone, had occasionally opened and shut. when opened, his gaze seemed fastened on the clouds, which hung around the western horizon, reflecting the bright colours, and giving form and loveliness to the glorious tints of an american sunset. the hour—the calm beauty of the season—the occasion, all conspired to fill the spectators with solemn awe. suddenly, while musing on the remarkable position, in which he was placed, middleton felt the hand, which he held, grasp his own with incredible power, and the old man, supported on either side by his friends, rose upright to his feet. for a moment, he looked about him, as if to invite all in presence to listen (the lingering remnant of human frailty), and then, with a fine military elevation of the head, and with a voice, that might be heard in every part of that numerous assembly the word—

“here!”

a movement so entirely unexpected, and the air of grandeur and humility, which were so remarkably united in the mien of the trapper, together with the clear and uncommon force of his utterance, produced a short period of confusion in the faculties of all present. when middleton and hard-heart, each of whom had involuntarily extended a hand to support the form of the old man, turned to him again, they found, that the subject of their interest was removed for ever beyond the necessity of their care. they mournfully placed the body in its seat, and le balafre arose to announce the termination of the scene, to the tribe. the voice of the old indian seemed a sort of echo from that invisible world, to which the meek spirit of the trapper had just departed.

“a valiant, a just, and a wise warrior has gone on the path, which will lead him to the blessed grounds of his people!” he said. “when the voice of the wahcondah called him, he was ready to answer. go, my children; remember the just chief of the pale-faces, and clear your own tracks from briars.”

the grave was made beneath the shade of some noble oaks. it has been carefully watched to the present hour by the pawnees of the loop, and is often shown to the traveller and the trader as a spot where a just whiteman sleeps. in due time the stone was placed at its head, with the simple inscription, which the trapper had himself requested. the only liberty, taken by middleton, was to add—“may no wanton hand ever disturb his remains!”