"
"Enough. It is natur', and it is right. Therein your grand'ther would
have done the very same. Ah's me! what a number of seasons, hot and
cold, wet and dry, have rolled over my poor head, since the time we
worried it out together, among the Red Hurons of the Lakes, back in
those rugged mountains of Old York! and many a noble buck has since
that day fallen by my hand; ay, and many a thieving Mingo, too! Tell
me, lad, did the general, for general I know he got to be, did he ever
tell you of the deer we took, that night the outlyers of the accursed
tribe drove us to the caves, on the island, and how we feasted and
drunk in security?"
"I have often heard him mention the smallest circumstance of the night
you mean; but--"
"And the singer; and his open throat; and his shoutings in the
fights!" continued the old man, laughing joyously at the strength of
his own recollections.
"All--all--he forgot nothing, even to the most trifling incident. Do
you not--"
"What! did he tell you of the imp behind the log and of the miserable
devil who went over the fall--or of the wretch in the tree?"
"Of each and all, with every thing that concerned them.
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