The Wild Huntress Part 6

Between Nashville and Swampville extends a distance of more than a hundred miles--just three days' travel on horseback. For the first ten miles--to Harpeth River--I found an excellent road, graded and macadamised, running most of the way between fenced plantations. My next point was _Paris_; and forty miles further on, I arrived in _Dresden_! So far as the nomenclature was concerned, I might have fancied myself travelling upon the continent of Europe. By going a little to the right, I might have entered Asia: since I was told of _Smyrna_ and _Troy_ being at no great distance in that direction; and by proceeding in a south-westerly course, I should have pa.s.sed through _Denmark_, and landed at _Memphis_--certainly an extensive tour within the short s.p.a.ce of three days! Ugh! those ugly names! What hedge-schoolmaster has scattered them so loosely and profusely over this lovely land? Whip the wretch with rattlesnakes! Memphis indeed!--as if Memphis with its monolithic statues needed commemoration on the banks of the Mississippi! A new Osiris--a new Sphinx, "half horse, half alligator, with a sprinkling of the snapping turtle." At every forking of the roads, whenever I inquired my way, in my ears rang those cla.s.sic h.o.m.onyms, till my soul was sick of sounds. "Swampville" was euphony, and "Mud Creek" _soft_ music in comparison! Beyond Dresden, the t.i.tles became more appropriate and much more rare. There were long stretches having no names at all: for the simple reason, that there were no _places_ to bear them. The numerous creeks, however, had been baptised; and evidently by the backwoodsmen themselves, as the t.i.tles indicated.

"Deer Creek" and "Mud"--"c.o.o.n" and "Cat"--"Big" and "Little Forky"--told that the pioneers, who first explored the hydrographic system of the Western Reserve, were not heavily laden with cla.s.sic lore; and a pity it is that pedantry should be permitted to alter the simple, but expressive and appropriate, appellatives by them bestowed. Unfortunately, the system is followed up to this hour by the Fremonts and other pseudo-explorers of the farthest west. The soft and harmonious sound of Indian and Spanish nomenclature--as well as the more striking t.i.tles bestowed by the trappers--are rapidly being obliterated from the maps; their places to be supplied--at the instigation of a fulsome flattery-- by the often vulgar names of demagogic leaders, or the influential heads of the employing _bureau_.

"I know the old general will be pleased--perhaps reciprocate the compliment in his next despatch--if I call this beautiful river 'Smith.'"

"How the secretary will smile, when he sees his name immortalised upon my map, by a lake never to be dried up, and which hereafter is to be known by the elegant and appropriate appellation of 'Jones!'" Under just such influence are these absurd t.i.tles bestowed; and the consequence is, that amid the romantic defiles of the Rocky Mountains, we have our ears jarred by a jumble of petty and most inappropriate names--Smiths, Joneses, Jameses, and the like--while, from the sublime peaks of the Cascade range, we have "Adams," "Jackson," "Jefferson,"

"Madison," and "Washington," overlooking the limitless waters of the Pacific. This last series we could excuse. The possession of high qualities, or the achievement of great deeds, enn.o.bles even a common name; and all these have been stamped with the true patent. In the a.s.sociated thoughts that cling around them, we take no note of the sound--whether it be harsh or harmonious. But that is another question, and must not hinder us from entering our protest against the nomenclature of Smith, Jones, and Robinson!

Beyond Dresden, my road could no longer be termed a road. It was a mere trace, or lane, cut out in the forest--with here and there a tree "blazed," to indicate the direction. As I neared the point of my destination, I became naturally curious to learn something about it-- that is, about Swampville--since it was evident that this was to be the _point d'appui_ of my future efforts at colonisation--my depot and port entry. I should have inquired had I found any one to inquire _from_; but, for ten miles along the road, I encountered not a human creature.

Then only a "darkey" with an ox-cart loaded with wood; but, despairing of information from such a source, I declined detaining him. The only intelligence I was able to draw from the negro was that; "da 'city' o'

Swampville, ma.s.sr, he lay 'bout ten mile furrer down da crik." The "ten mile down da crik" proved to be long ones; but throughout the whole distance I saw not a creature, until I had arrived within a mile or so of the "settlement!"

I had been already apprised that Swampville was a new place. Its fame had not yet reached the eastern world; and even in Nashville was it unknown, except, perhaps, to the Land-Office. It was only after entering the Reserve, that I became fully a.s.sured of its existence; and there it was known as a "settlement" rather than a "city." For all that, Swampville proved to be not so contemptible a place; and the reason I had encountered so little traffic, while approaching it, was that I had been coming in the _wrong direction_--in other words, I had approached it _from behind_.

Swampville was in reality a _riverine_ town. To it the east was a _back_ country; and its front face was to the west. In that direction lay its world, and the ways that opened to it. Log-shanties began to line the road--standing thicker as I advanced; while at intervals, appeared a "frame-house" of more pretentious architecture. In front of one of these--the largest of the collection--there stood a tall post; or rather a tree with its top cut off, and divested of its lower branches.

On the head of this was a "martin-box"; and underneath the dwelling of the birds, a broad framed board, on which was legible the word "Hotel."

A portrait of Jackson, done in "continental uniform," embellished the face of the board. The sign seemed little appropriate: for in the harsh features of "Old Hickory" there was but slight promise of hospitality.

It was no use going farther. The "Jackson Hotel" was evidently the "head inn" of the place; and without pause or parley, I dismounted at its door.

I was too well used to western habits to wait either for welcome or a.s.sistance--too careful of my Arab to trust him to hands unskilled--and I did the unsaddling for myself. A half-naked negro gave me some slight help in the "grooming" process--all the while exhibiting his ivories and the whites of his eyes in an expression of ill-concealed astonishment, produced apparently by the presence of my uniform coat--to the "darkey,"

no doubt, an uncommon apparition.

CHAPTER ELEVEN.

THE "JACKSON HOTEL."

I found that I had arrived in the very "nick of time:" for just as I returned from the stable, and was entering the verandah of the hotel, I heard the bell calling its guests to supper. There was no ado made about me: neither landlord or waiter met me with a word; and following the stream of "boarders" or travellers who had arrived before me, I took my seat at the common _table-d'hote_.

Had the scene been new to me, I might have found food for reflection, or observed circ.u.mstances to astonish me. But I had been long accustomed to mix in as motley a throng, as that which now surrounded the table of the Swampville hotel. A supper-table, encircled by blanket and "jeans"

coats--by buckskin blouses and red-flannel shirts--by men without coats at all--was nothing strange to me; nor was it strange either to find these _bizarre_ costumes interspersed among others of fashionable cut and finest cloth. Black broad-cloth frocks, and satin or velvet vests, were quite common. Individuals thus attired formed a majority of the guests--for in young settlements the "hotel" or "tavern" is also a boarding-house, where the spruce "storekeepers" and better cla.s.s of clerks take their meals--usually sleeping in the office or store.

In glancing around the table, I saw many old "types," though not one face that I had ever seen before. There was one, however, that soon attracted my attention, and fixed it. It was _not_ a lady's face, as you may be imagining; though there were present some of that s.e.x--the landlord's helpmate who presided over the coffee-pot, with some three or four younger specimens of the backwoods fair--her daughters and nieces.

All, however, were absolutely without attraction of any sort; and I somewhat bitterly remembered the _mot_ of double meaning, with which my friend had entertained me at parting.

Venus was certainly not visible at the Swampville _table-d'hote_: for the presiding divinity was a perfect Hecate; and her attendant damsels could have found no place in the train of the Cytherean G.o.ddess. No-- the face that interested me was neither that of a female, nor in any way feminine. It was the face of a _man_; and that in the most emphatic sense of the word. He was a young man--apparently about four or five and twenty--and costumed as a backwoods hunter; that is, he wore a buckskin hunting-shirt, leggings, and moca.s.sins--with bullet-pouch and powder-horn suspended over his shoulder, and hunting-knife sheathed in his belt. The c.o.o.n-skin cap, hanging against the adjacent wall, was his head-dress: I had seen him place it there, before taking his seat at the supper-table. With the personal appearance of this young man the eye was at once satisfied. A figure of correct contour, features of n.o.ble outline, a face expressive of fine mental qualities--were the more salient characteristics that struck me at the first glance. Regarding the portrait more particularly, other details became manifest: round hazel eyes, with well-developed lashes; brows finely arched; a magnificent shock of nut-brown curling hair; a small, well-formed mouth, with white, regular teeth--all contributed to the creation of what might be termed a type of manly beauty. This beauty appeared in a somewhat neglected garb. Art might have improved it; but it was evident that none had been employed, or even thought of. It was a clear case of "beauty unadorned;" and the possessor of it appeared altogether unconscious of its existence. I need not add that this mental characteristic, on the part of the young man, heightened the grace of his personal charms.

Why this young fellow fixed my attention, I can scarcely tell. His costume was by no means uncommon: though it was the only one of the kind there present. It was not that, however, nor yet his fine personal appearance, that interested me; but rather something I had observed in his bearing and manner. As we were seated opposite each other, near the foot of the long table, I had an excellent opportunity of observing him.

Notwithstanding his undoubted good looks--sufficiently striking to have filled the possessor with vanity--his deportment was marked by a modest reserve, that proved him either unaware of his personal advantages, or without any conceit in them. By the glances occasionally cast towards him, from the opposite end of the table, I could perceive that "Miss Alvina" and "Miss Car'line" were not insensible to his attractions.

Neither, however, had reason to congratulate herself upon any reciprocity of her favouring glances. The young man either did not observe, or, at all events, took no notice of them. The melancholy tinge pervading his features remained altogether unaltered. Equally impa.s.sible did he appear under the jealous looks of some three or four smart young storekeepers--influenced, no doubt, by tender relations existing between them and the aforementioned damsels, whose sly _espieglerie_ of the handsome hunter could not have escaped their observation.

The young man appeared to be be rather _friendless_, than unknown. I could perceive that almost all of the company were acquainted with him; but that most of them--especially the gentlemen in broad-cloth--affected an air of superiority over him. No one talked much to him: for his reserved manner did not invite conversation; but when one of these did address a few words to him, it was in the style usually adopted by the well-to-do citizen, holding converse with his less affluent neighbour.

The young fellow was evidently not one to be sneered at or insulted; but, for all that, I could perceive that the broad-cloth gentry did not quite regard him as an equal. Perhaps this may be explained by the hypothesis that he was _poor_, and, indeed, it did not require much penetration to perceive that such was the reality. The hunting-shirt, though once a handsome one, was no longer new. On the contrary, it was considerably "scuffed;" and the green baize wrappers upon his limbs were faded to a greenish brown. Other points proclaimed a light purse-- perhaps far lighter than the heart of him who carried it--if I was to judge by the expression of his countenance.

Notwithstanding all this, the young hunter was evidently an object of interest--whether friendly or hostile--and might have been the _cynosure_ of the supper-table, but for my undress-frock and spread-eagle b.u.t.tons. These, however, claimed some share of the curiosity of Swampville; and I was conscious of being the object of a portion of its surveillance. I knew not what ideas they could have had about me, and cared as little: but, judging from the looks of the men-- the broad-cloth gentlemen in particular--I was impressed with a suspicion that I was neither admired nor welcome. In the eyes of your "sovereign citizen," the mere military man is not the hero that he is elsewhere; and he must show something more than a uniform coat, to recommend himself to their suffrages. I was conceited enough to imagine that Miss Alvina, and her _vis-a-vis_, Miss Car'line, did not look altogether unfriendly; but the handsome face and magnificent curls of the young hunter were beside me; and it was no use taking the field against such a rival. I was not jealous of him, however, nor he of me.

On the contrary, of all the men present, he appeared most inclined to be courteous to me--as was evinced by his once or twice pushing within my reach those delicate dishes, distributed at _very_ long distances over the table. I felt an incipient friendship for this young man, which he appeared to reciprocate. He saw that I was a stranger; and notwithstanding the pretentious fashion of my dress, perhaps he noticed my well-worn coat, and conjectured that I might be as poor and friendless as himself. If it was to this conjecture I was indebted for his sympathies, his instincts were not far astray.

CHAPTER TWELVE.

COLONEL KIPP.

As soon as I had swallowed supper, I hastened to place myself _en rapport_ with the landlord of the hostelry--whose name I had ascertained to be "Kipp," or "_Colonel_ Kipp," as his guests called him. Though I had no intention of proceeding farther that night, I was desirous of obtaining some information, about the whereabout of my new estate, with such other facts in relation to it, as might be collected in Swampville.

The landlord would be the most likely person to give me the desired intelligence. This distinguished individual I encountered soon after in the verandah--seated upon a raw-hide rocking-chair, with his feet elevated some six inches above the level of his nose, and resting across the bal.u.s.trade of the railing--beyond which his huge horse-skin boots protruded a full half yard into the street. But that I had been already made aware of the fact, I should have had some difficulty in reconciling the portentous t.i.tle of "colonel" with the exceedingly unmilitary-looking personage before me--a tall lopsided tobacco-chewer, who, at short intervals, of about half a minute each, projected the juice in copious squirts into the street, sending it clean over the toes of his boots!

When I first set eyes upon the colonel, he was in the centre of a circle of tooth-pickers, who had just issued from the supper-room. These were falling off one by one; and, noticing their defection, I waited for an opportunity to speak to the colonel alone. This, after a short time, offered itself.

The dignified gentleman took not the slightest notice of me as I approached; nor until I had got so near, as to leave no doubt upon his mind that a conversation was intended. Then, edging slightly round, and drawing in the boots, he made a half-face towards me--still, however, keeping fast to his chair.

"The army, sir, I prezoom?" interrogatively began Mr Kipp.

"No," answered I, imitating his laconism of speech. "No!"

"I have been in the service. I have just left it."

"Oh--ah! From Mexico, then, I prezoom?"

"Yes."

"Business in Swampville?"

"Why, yes, Mr Kipp."

"I am usooally called _kurnel_ here," interrupted the backwoods _militario_, with a bland smile, as if half deprecating the t.i.tle, and that it was forced upon him.

"Of course," continued he, "you, sir, bein' a strenger--"

"I beg your pardon, _Colonel_ Kipp: I _am_ a stranger to your _city_, and of course--"

"Don't signify a dump, sir," interrupted he, rather good-humouredly, in return for the show of deference I had made, as also, perhaps for my politeness in having styled Swampville a city. "Business in Swampville, you say?"

"Yes," I replied; and, seeing it upon his lips to inquire the nature of my business--which I did not wish to make known just then--I forestalled him by the question: "Do you chance to know such a place as Holt's Clearing?"

"Chance to know such a place as Holt's Clearin'?"

"Yes; Holt's Clearing."

"Wal, there _air_ such a place."

"Is it distant?"

"If you mean Hick Holt's Clearin', it's a leetle better'n six miles from here. He squats on Mud Crik."

"There's a squatter upon it, then?"

"On Holt's Clearin'? Wal, I shed rayther say there _air a squatter_ on't, an' no mistake."