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Who Was He?
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For a moment Herbert and the trapper stood looking at the man and girl, who were standing on the edge of the beach, looking silently at them; and then the trapper said, still standing in the boat:
“We would not run agin ye so sudden-like had we seed ye, friend; and ef our company be not pleasant to ye, we will move on, and camp on some clump furder down,” and the old man placed his paddle against the beach as if he would breast the boat out into the pool.
“I beg you not to do so,” answered the man on the beach; “you have as good a right to this camp-ground as we, and I dare say a better one, as we are but strangers to the woods; while you, old man, look as if you had made them your home for years.”
“Ye speak the truth, friend,” replied the trapper. “Yis, the woods be my home; and ef livin’ in ’em gives man a right, few would gainsay my claim. Yis, it’s thirty years agone sence I hefted the fust trout from this pool, and br’iled him on the bank there,–and a toothsome supper he made for me, too. Lord-a-massy, boy,” exclaimed the old man, half turning toward his companion, “what a thing memory be! Thirty year!–and I’ve seed some wanderin’ sence then,–but I remember as though I’d eat him last night jest how that trout tasted. You’re sartin, friend, that we won’t distarb ye ef we come ashore?”
“No, no, old man,” answered the other, “come ashore, you and your companion. Our camp is the other side of the balsam thicket there, and after you have built your own, we will come down and pass an hour with you, unless we should disturb you in your occupation or your pleasure.”
“I be a man of the woods, as ye see,” replied the trapper, “and Henry, here, be my companion; and though his home be in the city, he has consorted with me so much that he’s fallen into my habits,–though it should be said to his credit that the Lord gin him nateral gifts in that direction; and when we be roamin’, we take but leetle with us, and our camp be quickly made. No, no; we will have leetle to offer ye and the lady, but ef, when the sun darkens back of the mountain there, ye will honor an old man by yer comin’, ye shall taste some venison that’s waited three days for the mouth and is tender, as it should be. And ef the pool here will make its name good, ye shall have a trout cooked as the hunter cooks it when the fire is hot and the wet moss plenty.”
“We will certainly come,” answered the man. “I came into the woods to avoid men, not to meet them; but your face is honest and open as the day, old man; and your head is white as is the head of wisdom. I shall be glad to talk with you, and I doubt not your companion is as educated as you are knowing.”
“I’ve seed the comin’ and goin’ of seventy year sence I’ve been on the arth,” answered the trapper, stroking his head with the peculiar motion of the aged when speaking of their age reflectively; “and much have I seed of the passions of my kind, and many be the lessons that natur’ has larnt me; and ef the convarse of an old man who has lived leetle in the clearin’ would be pleasant to ye, yer comin’ will be welcome.–Yis, yis, boy, I seed it. Ye had better j’int yer rod, and I will start a fire. Ye know the size ye want, and ye’ll find ’em out there where the bubbles make the letter S.”
The two strangers retired toward their own camp, and our friends set about their several tasks. Herbert proceeded to joint his rod and the trapper to make a rude fire-place from the stones that lined the bank at the water’s edge.