These, as they change, Almighty Father, these, Are but the varied God.
THOMSON.
As the chief landed he was met by the Pathfinder, who addressed him in the language of the warrior's people:
"Was it well done, Chingachgook," said he reproachfully, "to ambush a dozen Mingos alone? Killdeer seldom fails me, it is true; but the Oswego makes a distant mark, and that miscreant showed little more than his head and shoulders above the bushes, and an onpractysed hand and eye might have failed.You should have thought of this, chief -- you should have thought of this!""The Great Serpent is a Mohican warrior -- he sees only his enemies when he is on the war-path, and his fathers have struck the Mingos from behind, since the waters began to run.""I know your gifts, I know your gifts, and respect them too.No man shall hear me complain that a red-skin ob-sarved red-skin natur'.But prudence as much becomes a warrior as valor; and had not the Iroquois devils been looking after their friends who were in the water, a hot trail they would have made of yourn.""What is the Delaware about to do?" exclaimed Jasper, who observed at that moment that the chief had suddenly left the Pathfinder and advanced to the water's edge, ap-parently with an intention of again entering the river.
"He will not be so mad as to return to the other shore for any trifle he may have forgotten?""Not he, not he;he is as prudent as he is brave, in the main, though so forgetful of himself in the late ambush-ment.Hark'e, Jasper," leading the other a little aside, just as they heard the Indian's plunge into the water, --"hark'e, lad; Chingachgook is not a Christian white man, like ourselves, but a Mohican chief, who has his gifts and traditions to tell him what he ought to do; and he who consorts with them that are not strictly and altogether of his own kind had better leave natur' and use to govern his comrades.A king's soldier will swear and he will drink, and it is of little use to try to prevent him; a gentleman likes his delicacies, and a lady her feathers and it does not avail much to struggle against either; whereas an In-dian's natur' and gifts are much stronger than these, and no doubt were bestowed by the Lord for wise ends, though neither you nor me can follow them in all their windings.""What does this mean? See, the Delaware is swimming towards the body that is lodged on the rock? Why does he risk this?""For honor and glory and renown, as great gentlemen quit their quiet homes beyond seas -- where, as they tell me, heart has nothing left to wish for; that is, such hearts as can be satisfied in a clearing -- to come hither to live on game and fight the Frenchers.""I understand you -- your friend has gone to secure the scalp.""'Tis his gift, and let him enjoy it.We are white men, and cannot mangle a dead enemy; but it is honor in the eyes of a red-skin to do so.It may seem singular to you, Eau-douce, but I've known white men of great name and character manifest as remarkable idees consarning their honor, I have.""A savage will be a savage, Pathfinder, let him keep what company he may.""It is well for us to say so, lad; but, as I tell you, white honor will not always conform to reason or to the will of God.I have passed days thinking of these matters, out in the silent woods, and I have come to the opinion, boy, that, as Providence rules all things, no gift is bestowed without some wise and reasonable end.""The Serpent greatly exposes himself to the enemy, in order to get his scalp! This may lose us the day.""Not in his mind, Jasper.That one scalp has more honor in it, according to the Sarpent's notions of warfare, than a held covered with slain, that kept the hair on their heads.Now, there was the fine young captain of the 60th that threw away his life in trying to bring off a three-pounder from among the Frenchers in the last skrimmage we had; he thought he was sarving honor; and I have known a young ensign wrap himself up in his colors, and go to sleep in his blood, fancying that he was lying on something softer even than buffalo-skins.""Yes, yes; one can understand the merit of not hauling down an ensign.""And these are Chingachgook's colors -- he will keep them to show his children's children -- " Here the Path-finder interrupted himself, shook his head in melancholy, and slowly added, "Ah's me! no shoot of the old Mohican stem remains! He has no children to delight with his trophies; no tribe to honor by his deeds; he is a lone man in this world, and yet he stands true to his training and his gifts! There is something honest and respectable in these, you must allow, Jasper."Here a great outcry from the Iroquois was succeeded by the quick reports of their rifles, and so eager did the enemy become, in the desire to drive the Delaware back from his victim, that a dozen rushed into the river, several of whom even advanced near a hundred feet into the foaming cur-rent, as if they actually meditated a serious sortie.But Chingachgook continued unmoved, as he remained unhurt by the missiles, accomplishing his task with the dexterity of long habit.Flourishing his reeking trophy, he gave the war-whoop in its most frightful intonations, and for a minute the arches of the silent woods and the deep vista formed by the course of the river echoed with cries so terrific that Mabel bowed her head in irrepressible fear, while her uncle for a single instant actually meditated flight.
"This surpasses all I have heard from the wretches,"Jasper exclaimed, stopping his ears, equally in horror and disgust.
