and disdaining to acknowledge any. Dorcas, while she wept abundantly over the broken ties
by which her simple and affectionate nature had bound itself to everything, felt that the
inhabitants of her inmost heart moved on with her, and that all else would be supplied
wherever she might go. And the boy dashed one tear-drop from his eye, and thought of the
adventurous pleasures of the untrodden forest.
Oh, who, in the enthusiasm of a daydream, has not wished that he were a wanderer in a
world of summer wilderness, with one fair and gentle being hanging lightly on his arm? In
youth his free and exulting step would know no barrier but the rolling ocean or the snow-
topped mountains; calmer manhood would choose a home where Nature had strewn a
double wealth in the vale of some transparent stream; and when hoary age, after long, long
years of that pure life, stole on and found him there, it would find him the father of a race,
the patriarch of a people, the founder of a mighty nation yet to be. When death, like the
sweet sleep which we welcome after a day of happiness, came over him, his far descendants
would mourn over the venerated dust. Enveloped by tradition in mysterious attributes, the
men of future generations would call him godlike; and remote posterity would see him
standing, dimly glorious, far up the valley of a hundred centuries.
The tangled and gloomy forest through which the personages of my tale were wandering
differed widely from the dreamer's land of fantasy; yet there was something in their way of
life that Nature asserted as her own, and the gnawing cares which went with them from the
world were all that now obstructed their happiness. One stout and shaggy steed, the bearer
of all their wealth, did not shrink from the added weight of Dorcas; although her hardy
breeding sustained her, during the latter part of each day's journey, by her husband's side.
Reuben and his son, their muskets on their shoulders and their axes slung behind them, kept
an unwearied pace, each watching with a hunter's eye for the game that supplied their food.
When hunger bade, they halted and prepared their meal on the bank of some unpolluted
forest brook, which, as they knelt down with thirsty lips to drink, murmured a sweet
unwillingness, like a maiden at love's first kiss. They slept beneath a hut of branches, and
awoke at peep of light refreshed for the toils of another day. Dorcas and the boy went on
joyously, and even Reuben's spirit shone at intervals with an outward gladness; but
inwardly there was a cold cold sorrow, which he compared to the snowdrifts lying deep in
the glens and hollows of the rivulets while the leaves were brightly green above.
Cyrus Bourne was sufficiently skilled in the travel of the woods to observe that his father
did not adhere to the course they had pursued in their expedition of the preceding autumn.
They were now keeping farther to the north, striking out more directly from the settlements,
and into a region of which savage beasts and savage men were as yet the sole possessors.
The boy sometimes hinted his opinions upon the subject, and Reuben listened attentively,
and once or twice altered the direction of their march in accordance with his son's counsel;
but, having so done, he seemed ill at ease. His quick and wandering glances were sent
forward apparently in search of enemies lurking behind the tree trunks, and, seeing nothing
there, he would cast his eyes backwards as if in fear of some pursuer. Cyrus, perceiving that
his father gradually resumed the old direction, forbore to interfere; nor, though something
began to weigh upon his heart, did his adventurous nature permit him to regret the increased
length and the mystery of their way.
On the afternoon of the fifth day they halted, and made their simple encampment nearly an
hour before sunset. The face of the country, for the last few miles, had been diversified by