American fiction -- 19th century; Historical fiction; Indians of North America -- Fiction
“Not to know him for one,” answered the girl; and true enough was the
remark of each. Five-and-thirty years ago, America was singularly not
only a Christian but a Protestant nation. Jews certainly did exist in
the 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 as
a sect. As for the Romanists, they too had their churches and their
dioceses; but what untravelled American had then ever seen a nun? From
monks, Heaven be praised, we are yet spared; and this is said without
any prejudice against the denomination to which they usually belong. He
who has lived much in a country where that sect prevails, if a man of
a 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 to
well-established dogmas is to be found, than in a state of society where
there is so much political freedom as to induce the veriest pretenders
to learning to imagine that each man is a church and a hierarchy in his
own person! All this is rapidly changing. Romanists abound, and spots
that half a century since, appeared to be the most improbable place in
the world to admit of the rites of the priests of Rome, now hear the
chants and prayers of the mass-books. All this shows a tendency toward
that great commingling of believers, which is doubtless to precede the
final fusion of sects, and the predicted end.
On the Monday that succeeded the Sabbath mentioned, the corporal had all
his men at work, early, pinning together his palisades, making them up
into manageable bents, and then setting them up on their legs. As the
materials were all there, and quite ready to be put together, the work
advanced rapidly; and by the time the sun drew near the western horizon
once more, Castle Meal was surrounded by its bristling defences. The
whole was erect and stay-lathed, waiting only for the earth to be
shovelled back into the trench, and to be pounded well down. As it
was, the palisades offered a great increase of security to those in
the chiente, and both the females expressed their obligations to their
friends for having taken this important step toward protecting them from
the enemy. When they retired for the night, everything was arranged,
so that the different members of the party might know where to assemble
within 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 so
much used in and about American farm-houses, to call the laborers from
the field. The conch was given to the men, that, in case of need, they
might sound the alarm from without, while the horn, or trumpet of tin,
was suspended by the door of the chiente, in order that the females
might have recourse to it, at need.
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