American fiction -- 19th century; Historical fiction; Indians of North America -- Fiction
All that afternoon, and the whole of the night that succeeded, did
the canoe float downward with the current. Occasionally, some slight
obstacle to its progress would present itself; but, on the whole, its
advance was steady and certain. As the river necessarily followed the
formation of the land, it was tortuous and irregular in its course,
though its general direction was toward the northwest, or west a little
northerly. The river-bottoms being much more heavily “timbered”--to
use a woodsman term--than the higher grounds, there was little of the
park-like “openings” on its immediate banks, though distant glimpses
were had of many a glade and of many a charming grove.
As the canoe moved toward its point of destination, the conversation did
not lag between the bee-hunter and his companion. Each gave the other
a sort of history of his life; for, now that the jug was exhausted,
Gershom could talk not only rationally, but with clearness and force.
Vulgar he was, and, as such, uninviting and often repulsive; still his
early education partook of that peculiarity of New England which, if
it do not make her children absolutely all they are apt to believe
themselves to be, seldom leaves them in the darkness of a besotted
ignorance. As usually happens with this particular race, Gershom
had acquired a good deal for a man of his class in life; and this
information, added to native shrewdness, enabled him to maintain his
place in the dialogue with a certain degree of credit. He had a very
lively perception--fancied or real--of all the advantages of being born
in the land of the Puritans, deeming everything that came of the
great “Blarney Stone” superior to everything else of the same nature
elsewhere; and, while much disposed to sneer and rail at all other
parts of the country, just as much indisposed to “take,” as disposed
to “give.” Ben Boden soon detected this weakness in his companion's
character, a weakness so very general as scarce to need being pointed
out to any observant man, and which is almost inseparable from half-way
intelligence and provincial self-admiration; and Ben was rather inclined
to play on it, whenever Gershom laid himself a little more open than
common on the subject. On the whole, however, the communications were
amicable; and the dangers of the wilderness rendering the parties
allies, they went their way with an increasing confidence in each
other's support. Gershom, now that he was thoroughly sober, could impart
much to Ben that was useful; while Ben knew a great deal that even his
companion, coming as he did from the chosen people, was not sorry to
learn. As has been, already intimated, each communicated to the other,
in the course of this long journey on the river, an outline of his past
life.
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