American fiction -- 19th century; Historical fiction; Indians of North America -- Fiction
The following morning the bee-hunter commenced his preparations for a
change of residence. Had he not been discovered, it is probable that the
news received from the Chippewa would not have induced him to abandon
his present position, so early in the season; but he thought the risk of
remaining was too great under all the circumstances. The Pottawattamie,
in particular, was a subject of great distrust to him, and he believed
it highly possible some of that old chief's tribe might be after his
scalp ere many suns had risen. Gershom acquiesced in these opinions,
and, as soon as his brain was less under the influence of liquor than
was common with him, he appeared to be quite happy in having it in his
power to form a species of alliance, offensive and defensive, with a
man of his own color and origin. Great harmony now prevailed between the
two, Gershom improving vastly in all the better qualities, the instant
his intellect and feelings got to be a little released from the thraldom
of the jug. His own immediate store of whiskey was quite exhausted, and
le Bourdon kept the place in which his own small stock of brandy was
secured a profound secret. These glimmerings of returning intellect,
and of reviving principles, are by no means unusual with the sot, thus
proving that “so long as there is life, there is hope,” for the moral,
as well as for the physical being. What was a little remarkable, Gershom
grew less vulgar, even in his dialect, as he grew more sober, showing
that in all respects he was becoming a greatly improved person.
The men were several hours in loading the canoe, not only all the
stores and ammunition, but all the honey being transferred to it. The
bee-hunter had managed to conceal his jug of brandy, reduced by this
time to little more than a quart, within an empty powder-keg, into which
he had crammed a beaver-skin or two, that he had taken, as it might be
incidentally, in the course of his rambles. At length everything was
removed and stowed in its proper place, on board the capacious canoe,
and Gershom expected an announcement on the part of Ben of his readiness
to embark. But there still remained one duty to perform. The beehunter
had killed a buck only the day before the opening of our narrative, and
shouldering a quarter, he had left the remainder of the animal suspended
from the branches of a tree, near the place where it had been shot and
cleaned. As venison might be needed before they could reach the mouth
of the river, Ben deemed it advisable that he and Gershom should go
and bring in the remainder of the carcass. The men started on this
undertaking accordingly, leaving the canoe about two in the afternoon.
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