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Mazuffer Ali had carried them off. He taken

away the day before. It was characterhad done it so quietly, that until the question

istic that he did so without a word of rewas asked, Hubert was not aware of it. He mark. If the attentive perusal he had no suggested that such was the fact; and the doubt bestowed upon the documents had exGovernor, after a glance at Hubert's calm cited hopes in him, he did not show them—if face--said, unconsciously—and in a tone that it had stimulated fears, they were equally told of the despondency and helplessness of a hidden. His dark face was like a lake, so feeble mind—“ He rules everybody;" and deeply hidden by embosoming hills, as to be gave up the conversation.

sheltered from the wind, and hidden from the Thus ended the two interviews. Those sun so completely, that no ripple stirs its who can judge character by words will see in waters—no beams are reflected from its surthem the signs of future success or failure. face; an imageless mirror, absorbing all, and

giving back nothing. CHAPTER XI.

The troop of which Hubert was to be the commander, were such a collection of ragamuf

fins, that Hubert thought the men of Lewis's In machinery, the small wheels wait upon island civilized beings, in comparison to them. the action of the large one. So in history- A few of them were Eurc peans, Frenchmen, in biography—in all human affairs. Our with faces which betrayed a life of guilt and readers have not heard anything of Lelia passion—such faces as the painter of banlately. We only mention her name now, to ditti has seldom sketched-such guilt and keep them in memory of her existence; they passion as the novelist has hardly ventured to must wait awhile for her part in the drama. describe. The remainder were half-breeds, History is despotic, and will move only ac- the offspring mostly of whites and Malays, cording to her own rules of unity and fitness. who united in themselves the vices of barLelia is one of the small wheels-and, we say barism and of civilization. All of them had it without any intention of lowering the im- assumed the red cap-the chosen emblem of portance of the sex, so most women are—and “Liberty;" but their interpretation of liberty ought to be. Not the less necessary on that ran thus—" Anarchy and License.". They account to the action of the world, because were all of them unarmed, excepting the unitheir influence is more silent and less obtru- versally worn dagrer; and the morning's sive. Take away the very smallest wheel, and muster, as Hubert afterwards found, showed the machine stops. Deduct the influence of that that weapon, if it could not be used by women, and society ceases to exist. But just soldiers against their foes, was available for at the present moment, the fate of Lelia, like comrades against each other. When a name that of a satellite revolving round its planet, was called, and not answered to-the most depends upon that of Hubert; and his fate, frequent explanation was, not that the absentee in its turn, hangs upon the combination in had deserted, but that the creese had let out which he is engaged; and that, again, upon

his life. what Antoine, and the philosophers of his These men had hitherto been under the time, would have called fate--which blind men command of a military officer in the service name chance—which we designate Providence, of Tippoo Saib, who had accompanied Mareferring causes beyond our comprehension zuffer to the island. He was a slightly built to a higher intellect than that of men. Or- Mysorean, a brave soldier enough, no doubt, bits there are within orbits--orbits eccentric but without any of that indefinable power, and concentric in the universe of life, as in called character, which enables a man to comthe universe of space and matter ; but in each mand his fellows. He was as unfit to rule a central sun-here of light and warmth, there such a horde of savages, as a child would be of wisdom and will. We shall not make any- to drive a team of unbroken wild horses. He thing more out of that topic, though we was disregarded, and his authority set at philosophize till doomsday; let us go on with naught. Mazuffer's strength was too much the action of the story, and gather from facts mental—too little physical --to fit him for the -rather than from reflection-matter for spe- post. He saw in Hubert the man he wanted; culation.

the man with sufficient will and animal energy The next morning, Mazuffer introduced to control a mass of brutes. Hubert to the troop he was to command : Hubert's first thought was, “No wonder before doing so, however, he returned to him M. Malartie gives the envoy leave to take such Antoine’s plans and papers, which he had men as these from the island." His second, he did not think of himself; his nerves were and avert the danger ? He did not do anyproof against personal fear-could he trust thing. His eyes gleamed more brightly, and Lelia in such hands? His third, that he was his thin lips were more firmly compressed; but committed to his position, and must go on ; he held back the officer of Tippoo, who had and then, stimulated by the apparent necessity, drawn his crooked scymitar, and was about to his confidence in himself--a confidence which rush into the fray. He was watching the every man who has power instinctively feels action of an instrument, and to him the in-rose, and he said mentally, “I will rule strument, if insufficient for its ends, was nothem.”

thing. He did not view it as a question of Leaving the side of Mazuffer, over whom, life and death. He wanted to know if Hubert in this sphere of action, he felt his superiority, was fit to play the part he had selected for he went boldly up to the group, and ordered him. If he was, he would guard his own life them to fall in line. Thanks to the fact that and assert his authority; if he was not, then some of those he had commanded in that far- what did it matter how the struggle ended ? off isle of the Egean had been soldiers, he Why should Mazuffer lend his help, when that knew something of military discipline, and help would defeat the very object he sought understood its influence over rude minds. He to attain—prevent him from acquiring the was testing its and his own power.

knowledge he sought for? It may be taken as a good general rule, Quick as the motion of the half-breed was, that the lower men fall toward the condition the action of Hubert was still more rapid. of brutes, the sharper their perceptions and Although he was armed, he did not attempt their instincts—the faculties which form the to draw a weapon. Men of the Saxon race, inprominent features of the animal character stinctively conscious of the strength of their -become. Mazuffer's volunteers knew at arms and chest, resort to the use of their naonce that their new chief was a man of differ- tural weapons, their hands, more readily than ent mould from their old one. The stern firm others. A heavy blow upon the shoulder Saxon-featured face—the tall stature—the disabled, for a moment, the arm of the halfbroad chest—the muscular limbs—the loud, breed; before he had time to raise his creese, full, clear-toned voice—the air of confident another in the face sent him half-stunned rollcommand—all had an effect which they felt, ing upon the ground. The line did not break without comprehending. As the patient in a up, but it gathered into a crescent-like form, mesmeric trance obeys the volition of the in the eagerness of the half-breed's comrades mesmerist, so they obeyed impulsively-with- to witness the encounter. Even the impassout reasoning Awkwardly enough, but able Mazuffer bent forward, still holding back quickly, they fell into an irregular line, all but the excited Mysorean officer, and a slight smile one of them, a tall half-breed, with an acutely came to his thin lips. It seemed as though retreating forehead and projecting chin ; he he had found the man he wanted to rule his stood with his hand on his hip, in an attitude turbulent volunteers. half of defiance, half of contemptuous indiffer- Human nature everywhere rests upon the ence, his small glittering black eyes fixed upon same basis. The man is, as it were, built up Hubert.

on the foundation of the brute. At the The eyes of Mazuffer gleamed more fiercely, / bottom, concealed below the smooth surface and as brightly as those of the savage; but, of humanity, are the combative propensities, except that his nervous hand strayed to where ready to spring up at any moment, and either the jewelled butt of the pistol was hidden by impelling us to personal contact, or giving us his embroidered robe, he was motionless. an interest in the struggle going on before

Hubert did not hesitate. It was one of Set two animals tighting-let a couple those moments of crisis in which hesitation is of street boys settle their differences upon destruction. Already the irregular line had the pavement—and a crowd gathers round, begun to waver, but its motion was arrested animated by much the same feelings as those by Hubert's walking quickly, but without the which brought spectators to the tournaments appearance of hurry, to the mutineer. Touch- of the middle ages, and filled the amphiing him on the shoulder, he pointed to the theatres of imperial Rome; feelings not quite place he ought to have occupied. The half- so dignified in their expression, but the same breed replied by a gesture of contempt, and in kind; and the greater the danger to life, the with a quick movement drew his creese from greater the interest excited. No wonder, then, its sheath.

that the men pressed forward-no wonder What did Mazuffer do to help his officer that Mazuffer's eyes glistened with suppressed


as he

eagerness—no wonder that the former com- cheek, and the veins upon the temples rose mander strained against the withholding hand up like blue cords. was the work of a of the envoy like a greyhound held in the moment to shake off his antagonist—to catch slips. The tall half-breed was known as the him with one hand by the throat, and with bully of the troop; he was a terror even the other to rain a shower of blows upon his to that band of desperadoes. His creese was head and face. When Hubert relaxed his always ready to fly from its sheath upon the hold, the body of the half-breed fell like a slightest provocation, and the diminished

corpse. But he was not dead, though it muster-rolls were eloquent of his recklessness took longer for him to revive than it did of life. “Would the new commander con- before—but the fight was over. When the quer him?" was the question each man put beaten volunteer stood upright again, he was to himself; and, prostrate as he was, there thoroughly humbled. His merely physical were few but thought that the life of Hubert

courage had completely forsaken him in the hung upon a slender thread. Hardened as

presence of superior physical power, and they were, they held their breath, and waited when the finger pointed to the line again, he for the result.

walked forward with lowered head and unThe half-breed rose slowly from his fall, certain step, and took his place as obediently and his gleaming eyes, and glittering white as a well-trained child. When the officer, teeth hard set together, and parted lips, who accompanied the envoy, called the mustershowed that the fight was not yet over—but roll, and Hubert walked along the rank, he was disarmed of his weapon; when he fixing his glance upon each man fell, a well-directed kick sent the creese flying answered to his name, not an eye met his to a distance of some yards. He looked with a glare of defiance. According to their eagerly towards where it lay when he had several natures, some met his gaze calmly, but gained his feet; but Hubert was between respectfully ; some lowered their eyelids and him and it. Then the two men—the Euro- looked down; and others turned aside with pean, the representative of calm courage and a half-fearful, half-uncertain air. From that conscious strength—the other, the type of fero- moment he was the commander of the troop; city-faced each other for another struggle. not by the authority of Mazuffer, but by a

Hubert acted entirely on the defensive. better qualification-by reason of his own Keeping his eye upon his antagonist, as the qualities. He was the right man in the right other actively wheeled round him, he only place. Muzuffer briefly said something like shifted so as to keep the danger in his front. that; but he had relapsed into his old inAt last the half-breed made his spring ; but difference long before Hubert had finished the strong arms were ready to receive him. his inspection of the men, and formed a He was lifted up, as though he had been a striking contrast to the Mysorean officer who child, and thrown headlong to the earth with was full of grave oriental compliments upon such force, that he lay there for some minutes Hubert's



prowess. deprived of consciousness.

Hubert calmly Hubert took little notice of this-less stood over him the while, waiting for him to than he would have done if he had not been return to the possession of his faculties. full of his own thoughts. There was one When sense came back again, the mutineer face among these men which he could not was not so quick to rise. He was giddy and forget. It seemed to bring up the past to confused, and the two defeats had cowed him—and yet he could not link it to the past him. When he did get up, Hubert touched by any definable or remembered link. him on the shoulder, and pointed to the line, a man with a flowing beard, who, though as a sign that he should take his place there. evidently an European, answered to the name Then the frenzy of the savage returned, and, of Hussein. He was one of those who had with a yell like that of a wild beast issuing looked down.

looked down. For a long time the thought from his wide-opened mouth, he fixed his of him haunted Hubert, till many days after sharp teeth in the shoulder of Hubert. Till a light broke and dispersed the darkness then the latter had not evinced any sign of which shrouded some spots in his memory. passion; but now the blood rushed up to the

(To be continued.)

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him the golden ear of maize, symbolic with

them of the marriage rite, but he had long In one of the tribes of the far west, there borne her the spoil of lake and wood; for her exists, amongst many others, the following he had robbed the wing of the blue jay and singular superstition. When a child dies, and

the song-sparrow, and at her feet he had laid another of the same sex is born within the the heavy clusters of the wild vine. year, something of the lost one's spirit is sup- All knew that for Aynlah the wigwam of posed to return to the bosom of its parents, Kareeka was prepared, when suddenly, as in the form of the newly born babe. All that though the sun she loved had smitten her with has belonged to the first child, is considered his fiery glance, the maiden drooped, the light the rightful property of the second ; during forsook her troubled eye, she faltered as a life a mysterious affinity is said to exist be- wounded bird, and at sun-set she bowed her tween the two; and after death, on the banks

her mother's knees and died. of the crystal river, where the Indian believes Kareeka had not wept-his was a nature he shall rejoin the beloved of earth, the twin which grief stuns into hardness, and he was spirits are supposed to be united.

henceforth as the rushing stream which the Such were the tales whispered around, when hand of winter has frozen into a sudden stilla child was born in the tent of the “ Eagleeye.” With the wail of the forest, when last While others danced and sung around the it shed its scarlet leaves, had gone up the tent of the Eagle-eye, he sat alone, silent and cry of a bereaved mother; and now, while the stern, in the shadow of a pine-tree. · Dost tulip-tree yet blossomed, and the white

mag- thou not rejoice, oh ! my son !” said his monolias shone like summer moons amid the ther, “that a spirit in the likeness of thine green, had the Great Spirit restored to her Aynlah has been sent from the land of forbosom a part of the spoil which he had getfulness, to heal the heart of Cora, the gathered unto himself.

bereaved po “Aynlah has returned," was the simple “Nay, my mother,” he answered, “I shall comment of many a dark-eyed woman. “ The rejoice on earth no more. Does the red oak, corn was yet green when the tempest bowed seared by the fire of heaven, blossom as the it,” said others, “ and lo, the Great Spirit has other trees, in the glad morn of the green

leaf? replanted the grain.'

The sun that has arisen upon the wigwam of Very glad was the heart of Cora, wife of the Eagle-eye shines not for me; for the eyes the Eagle-eye, as she gathered together the of mine Aynlah yet give forth their starry relics of her lost child—the cup of cocoa-shell, light in the silence of the spirit-land.” the string of wampum, and the soft mat of His mother dared speak to him no more ; woven grass--and laid them at the feet of the and soon after, gathering together the hides little Aynlah.

of the musk-ox and the red-deer which he had The father too, he whose cheek, never before slain, he left the settlement by night, and for stained by a single tear, had been deluged as many years none heard his name. When some by the summer-rain when his daughter was of the tribe crossed his path at length, they laid low, now sang of joy and gladness by his reported that he was trading with the white hearth-side.

men, exchanging furs for their gold, and with The lost Aynlah had been beloved by all such success that his riches rivalled theirs, the tribe; all had mourned when she faded ; and exceeded all that an Indian had ever now all rejoiced--all save one.

amassed before. Fifteen summers had ripened the beauty of Meanwhile, Aynlah grew and blossomed. the girl well-nigh to maturity, ere she drooped With a strong resemblance to her sister, she and died, and the very next moon, the corn was far more beautiful. Her skin was much moon, as the Indians term the month of Sep- fairer : slender as a juniper-tree, her movetember, was to have seen her the wife of ments were like the waving of the tall corn Kareeka. He had not, indeed, presented her when the south wind stirs it; her voice was with the deer's foot, neither had she returned as the lightest whisper of the lake; and her

step more bounding and noiseless than the tread of the fawn.

She seemed endowed with a wondrous power of exciting love. All were attracted towards her; and though she rarely ground the corn, or winnowed the wild rice, though dusky hands were stretched forth to lighten her burden if she brought home firing from the wood, none envied Aynlah, the beautiful.

While yet a child, many a proud chieftain, with sons gathering around him, cast his dark eyes on the little maiden, and would fain have mated the dove, even then, with one of his own eaglets. As she grew to womanhood, the young men would bring her the earliest berries from the forest, the richest flowers from the prairie, or the choicest bark of the mulberry tree to weave into cloak and mat.

But of all who followed her footsteps, or listened for the music of her voice, to none did the maiden grant such tokens of her favor as to Meratoo, lord of the troubled waters. He was tall and stately as a young cedar, and though he had scarce seen eighteen summers, and never had joined in the war-whoop of the warriors, he was held in much esteem amongst them. Few could follow the trail of the deer so many suns without food or rest, or trace the wake of the salmon so far beneath the surface of the lake ; but the adventure which had won for him his name, was yet more precious in the eyes of Aynlah.

When the waters of the great lake had arisen in a mighty storm, it was discovered that a child had drifted away in his father's canoe, and was at their mercy. Then the young Meratoo launched fearlessly on the angry waves, he battled with the fierce winds, and restored the child to his mother.

None wondered that Aynlah and Meratoo were so often to be seen whispering together beneath the spreading gum-trees, and all knew that when once he had joined in the war-cry of his fathers, and brought home a prisoner from the battle, he would demand her of the Eagle-eye for his wife.

“War! war!” was the burden of every cry; and the burnished tomahawk, with the hideous string of scalps, was to be seen on every side.

A distant tribe, whose encroachments had long been borne with, because they were weak and few in number, had glaringly violated a newly made treaty, and even insulted a wandering hunter of their race. Revenge was the predominating thought, and the fierce warriors were stimulated yet farther, by hearing that they had leagued with a tribe of power and renown, and were awaiting their attack.

Aynlah shuddered at the piercing war-cry; she closed her soft eyes when some tall chieftain, decked with the fearful trophies of bygone victory, darkened her father's wigwam; yet in her inmost heart was a voice which whispered, “Let loose thine eagle fearlessly, oh! maiden; for he shall return and lead thee beneath the shadow of his glory to the shelter of his nest.”

They departed. With song and shout they passed, a glittering train, through the dark forest, and it closed its sweeping arms around them.

None but the sick and aged, the women and children, were left in the lonely tents ; among the former was numbered the Eagle-eye, father of Aynlah, the beautiful. Age had somewhat unnerved his brawny arm, yet would he have leapt like an old war-steed to the battle, had not a wound from the forked tongue of the prairie-snake disabled his foot but two suns before.

By his side, listening with something of a shudder to the tales of war and victory long since past, Aynlah sat through the still hours. Two days sped by, and each morn she decked herself anew in the snowy skin of the wild goat, and wreathed the many-colored feathers in her shining hair ; for she thought, " My eaglet may return to his eyrie to-day, -my star may rise to-night.”

At the setting of the third sun, the sentinel who had kept watch at the topmost branch of a lofty oak, cried out that the foot of a red man, a stranger, approached the settlement. Many counselled that by the swift arrow of the watcher he should be brought low; not so the Eagle-eye. “ He is one of our brethren,” said he; “ slay him not; it may be a leaf from the tree that has shaded thine own tent-door.”

Nearer and nearer drew the stranger, until with a shout the old men recognized the face of the long-absent Kareeka.

His father had, many summers since, been called away by the Great Spirit; but there were still some who remembered and loved him,

CHAPTER II. A Mighty spirit seemed to have moved the hearts of the Indians, one red evening in the moon of the falling leaf. None rested within his wigwam, all were scattered in picturesque groups about the encampment; some bending the supple branches of the young ash into huge bows; others, their faces daubed with the gaudy war-paint, haranguing a listening circle in wild sonorous tones.

VOL. VI. N. S.

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