CHAPTER XIV.
Hope in your mountains, and hope in your streams, Bow down in their worship, and loudly pray; Trust in your strength, and believe in your dreams, But the wind shall carry them all away. --BRAINARD.
The week which succeeded the arrival of our party at Chateau au Miel,or Castle Meal, as le Bourdon used to call his abode, was one of veryactive labor. It was necessary to house the adventurers, and the littlehabitation already built was quite insufficient for such a purpose.It was given to the females, who used it as a private apartment forthemselves, while the cooking, eating, and even sleeping, so far as themales were concerned, were all done beneath the trees of the openings.But a new chiente was soon constructed, which, though wanting in thecompleteness and strength of Castle Meal, was sufficient for the wantsof these sojourners in the wilderness. It is surprising with how littleof those comforts which civilization induces us to regard as necessarieswe can get along, when cast into the midst of the western wilds. Thefemale whose foot has trodden, from infancy upward, on nothing harderthan a good carpet-who has been reared amid all the appliances ofabundance and art, seems at once to change her nature, along with herhabits, and often proves a heroine, and an active assistant, when therewas so much reason to apprehend she might turn out to be merely anencumbrance. In the course of a life that is now getting to be wellstored with experience of this sort, as well as of many other varieties,we can recall a hundred cases of women, who were born and nurturedin affluence and abundance, who have cheerfully quitted the scenes ofyouth, their silks and satins, their china and plate, their mahogany andBrussels, to follow husbands and fathers into the wilderness, thereto compete with the savage, often for food, and always for the finalpossession of the soil!
But in the case of Dorothy and Blossom, the change had never been ofthis very broad character, and habit had long been preparing them forscenes even more savage than that into which they were now cast. Bothwere accustomed to work, as, blessed be God! the American womanusually works; that is to say, within doors, and to render home neat,comfortable, and welcome. As housewives, they were expert and willing,considering the meagreness of their means; and le Bourdon toldthe half-delighted, half-blushing Margery, ere the latter had beentwenty-four hours in his chiente, that nothing but the presence of sucha one as herself was wanting to render it an abode fit for a prince!Then, the cooking was so much improved! Apart from cleanliness, thevenison was found to be more savory; the cakes were lighter; and thepork less greasy. On this subject of grease, however, we could wish thata sense of right would enable us to announce its utter extinction inthe American kitchen; or, if not absolutely its extinction, such asubjection of the unctuous properties, as to bring them within thelimits of a reasonably accurate and healthful taste. To be frank,Dorothy carried a somewhat heavy hand, in this respect; but prettyMargery was much her superior. How this difference in domesticdiscipline occurred, is more than we can say; but of its existence therecan be no doubt There are two very respectable sections of the civilizedworld to which we should imagine no rational being would ever think ofresorting in order to acquire the art of cookery, and these are Germanyand the land of the Pilgrims. One hears, and reads in those elegantspecimens of the polite literature of the day, the letters fromWashington, and from various travellers, who go up and down this riverin steamboats, or along that railway, gratis, much in honor of the goodthings left behind the several writers, in the "region of the kock";but, woe betide the wight who is silly enough to believe in all thispoetical imagery, and who travels in that direction, in the expectationof finding a good table! It is extraordinary that such a markeddifference does exist, on an interest of this magnitude, among suchnear neighbors; but, of the fact, we should think no intelligent andexperienced man can doubt. Believing as we do, that no small portionof the elements of national character can be, and are, formed in thekitchen, the circumstance may appear to us of more moment than to someof our readers. The vacuum left in cookery, between Boston and Baltimorefor instance, is something like that which exists between Le Verrier'snew planet and the sun.
But Margery could even fry pork without causing it to swim in grease,and at a venison steak, a professed cook was not her superior. She alsounderstood various little mysteries, in the way of converting theirberries and fruits of the wilderness into pleasant dishes; and CorporalFlint soon affirmed that it was a thousand pities she did not live ina garrison, which, agreeably to his view of things, was something likeplacing her at the comptoir of the Cafe de Paris, or of marrying her tosome second Vatel.
With the eating and drinking, the building advanced pari passu.Pigeonswing brought in his venison, his ducks, his pigeons, and his gameof different varieties, daily, keeping the larder quite as well suppliedas comported with the warmth of the weather; while the others worked onthe new chiente. In order to obtain materials for this building, one somuch larger than his old abode, Ben went up the Kalamazoo about half amile, where he felled a sufficient number of young pines, with trunks ofabout a foot in diameter, cutting them into lengths of twenty and thirtyfeet, respectively. These lengths, or trunks, were rolled into theriver, down which they slowly floated, until they arrived abreast ofCastle Meal, where they were met by Peter, in a canoe, who towed eachstick, as it arrived, to the place of landing. In this way, at the endof two days' work, a sufficient quantity of materials was collected tocommence directly on the building itself.
Log-houses are of so common occurrence, as to require no particulardescription of the one now put up, from us. It was rather less thanthirty feet in length, and one-third narrower than it was long. The logswere notched, and the interstices were filled by pieces of the pine,split to a convenient size. The roof was of bark, and of the simplestconstruction, while there was neither door nor window; though oneaperture was left for the first, and two for the last. Corporal Flint,however, was resolved that not only a door should be made, as wellas shutters for the windows, but that the house should, in time, bepicketed. When le Bourdon remonstrated with him on the folly oftaking so much unnecessary pains, it led to a discussion, in which themissionary even felt constrained to join.
"What's the use--what's the use?" exclaimed le Bourdon a littleimpatiently, when he found the corporal getting to be in earnest inhis proposal. "Here have I lived, safely, two seasons in Castle Meal,without any pickets or palisades; and yet you want to turn this newhouse into a regular garrison!"
"Aye, Bourdon, that was in peaceable times; but these is war times.I've seen the fall of Fort Dearborn, and I don't want to see the fall ofanother post this war. The Pottawattamies is hostile, even Peter owns;and the Pottawattamies has been here once, as you say yourself, and maycome ag'in."
"The only Pottawattamie who has ever been at this spot, to my knowledge,is dead, and his bones are bleaching up yonder in the openings. No fearof him, then."
"His body is gone," answered the corporal; "and what is more the rifleis gone with it. I heard that his rifle had been forgotten, and wentto collect the arms left on the field of battle, but found nothing. Nodoubt his friends have burned, or buried, the chief, and they will beapt to take another look in this quarter of the country, having l'arntthe road."
Boden was struck with this intelligence, as well as with the reasoning,and after a moment's pause, he answered in a way that showed a waveringpurpose.
"It will take a week's work, to picket or palisade the house," heanswered, "and I wish to be busy among the bees, once more."
"Go to your bees, Bourdon, and leave me to fortify and garrison, asbecomes my trade. Parson Amen, here, will tell you that the children ofIsrael are often bloody-minded and are not to be forgotten."
"The corporal is right," put in the missionary; "the corporal is quiteright. The whole history of the ancient Jews gives us this characterof them; and even Saul of Tarsus was bent on persecution and slaughter,until his hand was stayed by the direct manifestation of the power ofGod. I can see glimmerings of this spirit in Peter,
and this at a momentwhen he is almost ready to admit that he's a descendant of Israel."
"Is Peter ready to allow that?" asked the bee-hunter, with more interestin the answer than he would have been willing to allow.
"As good as that-yes, quite as good as that. I can see, plainly, thatPeter has some heavy mystery on his mind; sooner, or later, we shalllearn it. When it does come out, the world may be prepared to learn thewhole history of the Ten Tribes!"
"In my judgment," observed the corporal, "that chief could give thehistory of twenty, if he was so minded."
"There were but ten of them, brother Flint--but ten; and of those ten hecould give us a full and highly interesting account. One of these days,we shall hear it all; in the mean time, it may be well enough to turnone of these houses into some sort of a garrison."
"Let it, then, be Castle Meal," said le Bourdon; "surely, if any one isto be defended and fortified in this way, it ought to be the women. Youmay easily palisade that hut, which is so much stronger than this, andso much smaller."
With this compromise, the work went on. The corporal dug a trench fourfeet deep, encircling the "castle," as happy as a lord the whole time;for this was not the first time he had been at such work, whichhe considered to be altogether in character, and suitable to hisprofession. No youthful engineer, fresh from the Point, that seat ofmilitary learning to which the republic is even more indebted for itssignal successes in Mexico, than to the high military character of thispopulation-no young aspirant for glory, fresh from this usefulschool, could have greater delight in laying out his first bastion,or counter-scarp, or glacis, than Corporal Flint enjoyed in fortifyingCastle Meal. It will be remembered that this was the first occasion hewas ever actually at the head of the engineering department Hitherto, ithad been his fortune to follow; but now it had become his duty to lead.As no one else, of that party, had ever been employed in such a workon any previous occasion, the corporal did not affect to conceal thesuperior knowledge with which he was overflowing. Gershom he found aready and active assistant; for, by this time, the whiskey was well outof him; and he toiled with the greater willingness, as he felt that thepalisades would add to the security of his wife and sister. Neitherdid Parson Amen disdain to use the pick and shovel; for, while themissionary had the fullest reliance in the fact that the red men of thatregion were the descendants of the children of Israel, he regarded themas a portion of the chosen people who were living under the ban of thedivine displeasure, and as more than usually influenced by those evilspirits, whom St. Paul mentions as the powers of the air. In a word,while the good missionary had all faith in the final conversion andrestoration of these children of the forests, he did not overlook thefacts of their present barbarity, and great propensity to scalp. Hewas not quite as efficient as Gershom, at this novel employment, buta certain inborn zeal rendered him both active and useful. As for theIndians, neither of them deigned to touch a tool. Pigeonswing had littleopportunity for so doing, indeed, being usually, from the rising tothe setting sun, out hunting for the support of the party; while Peterpassed most of his time in ruminations and solitary walks. This lastpaid little attention to the work about the castle, either knowing itwould, at any moment, by an act of treachery, be in his power to renderall these precautions of no avail; or, relying on the amount of savageforce that he knew was about to collect in the openings. Whenever hecast a glance on the progress of the work, it was with an eye of greatindifference; once he even carried his duplicity so far, as to make asuggestion to the corporal, by means of which, as he himself expressedit, in his imperfect English--"Injin no get inside, to use knife andtomahawk." This seeming indifference, on the part of Peter, didnot escape the observation of the bee-hunter, who became still lessdistrustful of that mysterious savage, as he noted his conduct inconnection with the dispositions making for defence.
Le Bourdon would not allow a tree of any sort to be felled anywhere nearhis abode. While the corporal and his associates were busy in diggingthe trench, he had gone to a considerable distance, quite out of sightfrom Castle Meal, and near his great highway, the river, where he cutand trimmed the necessary number of burr-oaks for the palisades. Bodenlabored the more cheerfully at this work, for two especial reasons. Onewas the fact that the defences might be useful to himself, hereafter,as much against bears as against Indians; and the other, because Margerydaily brought her sewing or knitting, and sat on the fallen trees,laughing and chatting, as the axe performed its duties. On three severaloccasions Peter was present, also, accompanying Blossom, with a kindnessof manner, and an attention to her pretty little tastes in cullingflowers, that would have done credit to a man of a higher school ofcivilization.
The reader is not to suppose, however, because the Indian pays butlittle outward attention to the squaws, that he is without naturalfeeling, or manliness of character. In some respects his chivalrousdevotion to the sex is, perhaps, in no degree inferior to that of theclass which makes a parade of such sentiments, and this quite as muchfrom convention and ostentation, as from any other motive. The red manis still a savage beyond all question, but he is a savage with so manynobler and more manly qualities, when uncorrupted by communion with theworst class of whites, and not degraded by extreme poverty, as justly torender him a subject of our admiration, in self-respect, in dignity, andin simplicity of deportment. The Indian chief is usually a gentleman;and this, though he may have never heard of Revelation, and has not thesmallest notion of the Atonement, and of the deep obligations it haslaid on the human race.
Amid the numberless exaggerations of the day, one of particular capacityhas arisen connected with the supposed character of a gentleman. Thosewho regard all things through the medium of religious feeling, are aptto insist that he who is a Christian, is necessarily a gentleman; whilehe can be no thorough gentleman, who has not most of the qualities ofthe Christian character. This confusion in thought and language, canlead to no really useful result, while it embarrasses the minds of many,and renders the expression of our ideas less exact and comprehensivethan they would otherwise be.
We conceive that a man may be very much of a Christian, and very littleof a gentleman; or very much of a gentleman, and very little of aChristian. There is, in short, not much in common between the twocharacters, though it is possible for them to become united in the sameindividual. That the finished courtesies of polished life may wear someof the aspects of that benevolence which causes the Christian "to lovehis neighbor as himself," is certainly true, though the motives of theparties are so very different as to destroy all real identity betweenthem. While the moving principle of a gentleman is self-respect, thatof a Christian is humility. The first is ready to lay down his lifein order to wipe away an imaginary dishonor, or to take the life ofanother; the last is taught to turn the other cheek, when smitten. In aword, the first keeps the world, its opinions and its estimation, everuppermost in his thoughts; the last lives only to reverence God, and toconform to his will, in obedience to his revealed mandates. Certainly,there is that which is both grateful and useful in the refineddeportment of one whose mind and manners have been polished even in theschools of the world; but it is degrading to the profoundly beautifulsubmission of the truly Christian temper, to imagine that anything likea moral parallel can justly be run between them.
Of course, Peter had none of the qualities of him who sees and feelshis own defects, and relies only on the merits of the atonement forhis place among the children of light, while he had so many of thosequalities which depend on the estimate which man is so apt to place onhis own merits. In this last sense, this Indian had a great many ofthe essentials of a gentleman; a lofty courtesy presiding over all hisintercourse with others, when passion or policy did not thrust in newand sudden principles of action. Even the missionary was so much struckwith the gentleness of this mysterious savage's deportment in connectionwith Margery, as at first to impute it to a growing desire to make awife of that flower of the wilderness. But closer observation inducedgreater justice to the Indian in this respec
t Nothing like theuneasiness, impatience, or distrust of passion could be discerned in hisdemeanor; and when Parson Amen perceived that the bee-hunter's markeddevotion to the beautiful Blossom rather excited a benevolent and kindinterest in the feelings of Peter, so far at least as one could judgeof the heart by external appearances, than anything that bore the fierceand uneasy impulses of jealousy, he was satisfied that his originalimpression was a mistake.
As le Bourdon flourished his axe, and Margery plied her needles, makinga wholesome provision for the coming winter, the mysterious Indian wouldstand, a quarter of an hour at a time, immovable as a statue, his eyesriveted first on one, and then on the other. What passed at such momentsin that stern breast, it exceeds the penetration of man to say: but thatthe emotions thus pent within barriers that none could pass or destroy,were not always ferocious and revengeful, a carefully observantspectator might possibly have suspected, had such a person been there tonote all the signs of what was uppermost in the chiefs thoughts. Still,gleamings of sudden, but intense ferocity did occasionally occur; and,at such instants, the countenance of this extraordinary being wastruly terrific. Fortunately, such bursts of uncontrollable feeling weretransient, being of rare occurrence, and of very short duration.
By the time the corporal had his trenches dug, le Bourdon was preparedwith his palisades, which were just one hundred in number, beingintended to enclose a space of forty feet square. The men all united inthe transportation of the timber, which was floated down the river on araft of white pine, the burr-oak being of a specific gravity that freshwater would not sustain. A couple of days, however, sufficed for thetransportation by water, and as many more for that by land, betweenthe place of landing and Castle Meal. This much accomplished, thewhole party rested from their labors, the day which succeeded being theSabbath.
Those who dwell habitually amid the haunts of men, alone thoroughlyrealize the vast importance that ought to be attached to the great dayof rest. Men on the ocean, and men in the forest, are only too aptto overlook the returns of the Sabbath; thus slowly, but inevitablyalienating themselves more and more from the dread Being who establishedthe festival, as much in his own honor as for the good of man. When weare told that the Almighty is jealous of his rights, and desires tobe worshipped, we are not to estimate this wish by any known humanstandard, but are ever to bear in mind that it is exactly in proportionas we do reverence the Creator and Ruler of heaven and earth that we arenearest, or farthest, from the condition of the blessed. It is probablyfor his own good, that the adoration of man is pleasing in the eyes ofGod.
The missionary, though a visionary and an enthusiast, as respected thechildren of Israel, was a zealous observer of his duties. On Sundays,he never neglected to set up his tabernacle, even though it were ina howling wilderness, and went regularly through the worship of God,according to the form of the sect to which he belonged. His influence,on the present occasion, was sufficient to cause a suspension ofall labor, though not without some remonstrances on the part of thecorporal. The latter contended that, in military affairs, there was noSunday known, unless it might be in peaceable times, and that he hadnever heard of intrenchments "resting from their labors," on the partof either the besieger or the besieged. Work of that sort, he thought,ought to go on, day and night, by means of reliefs; and, instead ofpausing to hold church, he had actually contemplated detailing fatigueparties to labor through, not only that day, but the whole of thesucceeding night.
As for Peter, he never offered the slightest objection to any of ParsonAmen's sermons or prayers. He listened to both with unmoved gravity,though no apparent impression was ever made on his feelings. TheChippewa hunted on the Sabbaths as much as on any other day; and it wasin reference to this fact that the following little conversation tookplace between Margery and the missionary, as the party sat beneath theoaks, passing a tranquil eventide at midsummer.
"How happens it, Mr. Amen," said Margery, who had insensibly adopted themissionary's sobriquet, "that no red man keeps the Sabbath-day, if theyare all descended from the Jews? This is one of the most respected ofall the commandments, and it does not seem natural"--Margery's use ofterms was necessarily influenced by association and education-"that anyof that people should wholly forget the day of rest."
"Perhaps you are not aware, Margery, that the Jews, even in civilizedcountries, do not keep the same Sabbath as the Christians," returnedthe missionary. "They have public worship on a Saturday, as we do ona Sunday. Now, I did think I saw some signs of Peter's privatelyworshipping yesterday, while we were all so busy at our garrison. Youmay have observed how thoughtful and silent the chief was in the middleof the afternoon."
"I DID observe it," said the bee-hunter, "but must own I did not suspecthim of holding meeting for any purposes within himself. That was one ofthe times when I like the manners and behavior of this Injin the least."
"We do not know--we do not know--perhaps his spirit struggled with thetemptations of the Evil One. To me he appeared to be worshipping, and Iset the fact down as a proof that the red men keep the Jewish Sabbath."
"I did not know that the Jews keep a Sabbath different from our own,else I might have thought the same. But I never saw a Jew, to myknowledge. Did you, Margery?"
"Not to know him for one," answered the girl; and true enough was theremark of each. Five-and-thirty years ago, America was singularly notonly a Christian but a Protestant nation. Jews certainly did exist inthe towns, but they were so blended with the rest of the population,and were so few in number, as scarcely to attract attention to them asa sect. As for the Romanists, they too had their churches and theirdioceses; but what untravelled American had then ever seen a nun? Frommonks, Heaven be praised, we are yet spared; and this is said withoutany prejudice against the denomination to which they usually belong. Hewho has lived much in a country where that sect prevails, if a man ofa particle of liberality, soon learns that piety and reverence for God,and a deep sense of all the Christian obligations, can just as well,nay better, exist in a state of society where a profound submission towell-established dogmas is to be found, than in a state of society wherethere is so much political freedom as to induce the veriest pretendersto learning to imagine that each man is a church and a hierarchy in hisown person! All this is rapidly changing. Romanists abound, and spotsthat half a century since, appeared to be the most improbable place inthe world to admit of the rites of the priests of Rome, now hear thechants and prayers of the mass-books. All this shows a tendency towardthat great commingling of believers, which is doubtless to precede thefinal fusion of sects, and the predicted end.
On the Monday that succeeded the Sabbath mentioned, the corporal had allhis men at work, early, pinning together his palisades, making them upinto manageable bents, and then setting them up on their legs. As thematerials were all there, and quite ready to be put together, the workadvanced rapidly; and by the time the sun drew near the western horizononce more, Castle Meal was surrounded by its bristling defences. Thewhole was erect and stay-lathed, waiting only for the earth to beshovelled back into the trench, and to be pounded well down. As itwas, the palisades offered a great increase of security to those inthe chiente, and both the females expressed their obligations to theirfriends for having taken this important step toward protecting them fromthe enemy. When they retired for the night, everything was arranged,so that the different members of the party might know where to assemblewithin the works. Among the effects of Gershom, were a conch and a horn;the latter being one of those common instruments of tin, which are somuch used in and about American farm-houses, to call the laborers fromthe field. The conch was given to the men, that, in case of need, theymight sound the alarm from without, while the horn, or trumpet of tin,was suspended by the door of the chiente, in order that the femalesmight have recourse to it, at need.
About midnight, long after the whole party had retired to rest, and whenthe stillness of the hours of deepest repose reigned over the openings,the bee-hunter was awoke from his sleep by an unwonted call. At
first,he could scarce believe his senses, so plaintive, and yet so wild,was the blast. But there could be no mistake: it was the horn fromthe chiente, and, in a moment, he was on his feet. By this time, thecorporal was afoot, and presently all the men were in motion. On thisoccasion, Gershom manifested a readiness and spirit that spoke equallywell for his heart and his courage. He was foremost in rushing to theassistance of his wife and sister, though le Bourdon was very close onhis heels.
On reaching the gate of the palisade, it was found closed, and barredwithin; nor did any one appear, until Dorothy was summoned, by repeatedcalls, in the well-known voice of her husband. When the two females cameout of the chiente, great was their wonder and alarm! No horn had beenblown by either of them, and there the instrument itself hung, on itspeg, as quiet and mute as if a blast had never been blown into it Thebee-hunter, on learning this extraordinary fact, looked around himanxiously, in order to ascertain who might be absent. Every man waspresent, and each person stood by his arms, no one betraying theslightest consciousness of knowing whence the unaccountable summons hadproceeded!
"This has been done by you, corporal, in order to bring us together,under arms, by way of practice," le Bourdon at length exclaimed.
"False alarms is useful, if not overdone; especially among raw troops,"answered Flint, coolly; "but I have given none to-night. I will own Idid intend to have you all out in a day or two by way of practice, butI have thought it useless to attempt too much at once. When thegarrison is finished, it will be time enough to drill the men to thealarm-posts."
"What is your opinion, Peter?" continued le Bourdon. "You understand thewilderness, and its ways. To what is this extr'or'nary call owing? Whyhave we been brought here, at this hour?"
"Somebody blow horn, most likely," answered Peter, in his unmoved,philosophical manner. "'Spose don't know; den can't tell. Warrior oftenhear 'larm on war-path."
"This is an onaccountable thing! If I ever heard a horn, I heard oneto-night; yet this is the only horn we have, and no one has touched it!It was not the conch I heard; there is no mistaking the difference insound between a shell and a horn; and there is the conch, hanging atGershom's neck, just where it has been the whole night."
"No one has touched the conch--I will answer for THAT," returnedGershom, laying a hand on the shell, as if to make certain all wasright.
"This is most extr'or'nary! I heard the horn, if ears of mine ever heardsuch an instrument!"
Each of the white men added as much, for every one of them haddistinctly heard the blast. Still neither could suggest any probableclue to the mystery. The Indians said nothing; but it was so much inconformity with their habits for red men to maintain silence, wheneverany unusual events awakened feelings in others, that no one thoughttheir deportment out of rule. As for Peter, a statue of stone couldscarcely have been colder in aspect than was this chief, who seemed tobe altogether raised above every exhibition of human feeling. Even thecorporal gaped, though much excited, for he had been suddenly arousedfrom a deep sleep; but Peter was as much superior to physical, as tomoral impressions, on this occasion. He made no suggestion, manifestedno concern, exhibited no curiosity; and when the men withdrew, again, totheir proper habitation, he walked back with them, in the same silenceand calm, as those with which he had advanced. Gershom, however, enteredwithin the palisade, and passed the remainder of the night with hisfamily.
The bee-hunter and the Chippewa accidentally came together, as the menmoved slowly toward their own hut, when the following short dialogueoccurred between them.
"Is that you, Pigeonswing?" exclaimed le Bourdon, when he found hisfriend touching an elbow, as if by chance.
"Yes, dis me--want better friend, eh?"
"No, I'm well satisfied to have you near me, in an alarm, Chippewa.We've stood by each other once, in troublesome times; and I think we cando as much, ag'in."
"Yes; stand by friend--dat honor. Nebber turn back on friend; dat myway."
"Chippewa, who blew the blast on the horn?--can you tell me THAT?"
"Why don't you ask Peter? He wise chief--know eb-beryt'ing. Young Injinask ole Injin when don't know--why not young pale-face ask ole man, too,eh?"
"Pigeonswing, if truth was said, I believe it would be found that yoususpect Peter of having a hand in this business?"
This speech was rather too idiomatic for the comprehension of theIndian, who answered according to his own particular view of the matter.
"Don't blow horn wid hand," he said--"Injin blow wid mout', just likepale-face."
The bee-hunter did not reply; but his companion's remark had a tendencyto revive in his breast certain unpleasant and distrustful feelingstoward the mysterious savage, which the incidents and communications ofthe last two weeks had had a strong tendency to put to sleep.