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“And meantime, did no other vessel pass the isle ?"
“ You do not speak; but what, Hunilla ? " “ Ask me not, Señor.”
ou saw ships pass, far away ; you waved to them ; they passed on ;-was that it, Hunilla ?”
"Señor, be it as you say.”
Hunilla would not, durst not trust the weakness of her tongue. Then when our Captain asked whether any whale-boats had
But no, I will not file this thing complete for scoffing souls to quote, and call it firm proof upon their side. The half shall here remain untold. Those two unnamed events which befell Hunilla on this isle, let them abide between her and her God. In nature, as in law, it may be libellous to speak some truths.
Still, how it was that although our vessel had lain three days anchored nigh the isle, its one human tenant should not have discovered us till just upon the point of sailing, never to revisit so lone and far a spot; this needs explaining ere the sequel come.
The place where the French captain had landed the little party was on the farther and opposite end of the isle. There too it was that they had afterwards built their hut. Nor did the widow in her solitude desert the spot where her loved ones had dwelt with her, and where the dearest of the twain now slept his last long sleep, and all her plaints awaked him not, and he of husbands the most faithful during life.
Now, high broken land rises between the opposite extremities of the isle. A ship anchored at one side is invisible from the other. Neither is the isle so small, but a considerable company might wander for days through the wilderness of one side, and never be seen, or their halloos heard, by any stranger holding aloof on the other. Hence Hunilla, who naturally associated the possible coming of ships with her own part of the isle, might to the end have remained quite ignorant of the presence of our vessel, were it not for a mysterious presentiment, borne to her, so our mariners averred, by this isle's enchanted air. Nor did the widow's answer undo the thought.
“How did you come to cross the isle this morning then, Hunilla ?” said our Captain
Señor, something came flitting by me. It touched my cheek, my heart, Señor."
" What do you say, Hunilla ?"
"I have said, Señor; something canie through the air."
It was a narrow chance. For when in crossing the isle Hunilla gained the high land in the centre, she must then for the first have perceived our masts, and also marked that their sails were being loosed, perhaps even heard the echoing chorus of the windlass song. The strange ship was about to sail, and she behind. With all haste she now descends the height on the hither side, but soon loses sight of the ship among the sunken jungles at the mountain's
base. She struggles on through the withered branches, which seek at every step to bar her path, till she comes to the isolated rock, still some way from the water. This she climbs, to reassure herself. The ship is still in plainest sight. But now worn out with over tension, Hunilla all but faints; she fears to step down from her giddy perch; she is feign to pause, there where she is, and as a last resort catches the turban from her head, unfurls and waves it over the jungles towards us.
During the telling of her story the mariners formed a voiceless circle round Hunilla and the Captain ; and when at length the word was given to man the fastest boat, and pull round to the isle's thither side, to bring away Hunilla's chest and the tortoise-oil; such alacrity of both cheery and sad obedience seldom before was seen.
Little ado was made. Already the anchor had been recommitted to the bottom, and the ship swung calmly to it.
But Hunilla insisted upon accompanying the boat as indispensable pilot to her hidden hut. So being refreshed with the best the steward could supply, she started with us.
Nor did ever any wife of the most famous admiral in her husband's barge receive more silent reverence of respect, than poor Hunilla from this boat's
Rounding many a vitreous cape and bluff, in two hours' time we shot inside the fatal reef; wound into a secret cove, looked up along a green many-gabled lava wall, and saw the island's solitary dwelling.
It hung upon an impending cliff, sheltered on two sides by tangled thickets, and half-screened from view in front by juttings of the rude stairway, which climbed the precipice from the sea. Built of canes, it was thatched with long: mildew
It seemed an abandoned hayrick, whose haymakers were more.
The roof inclined but one way ; the eaves coming to within two feet of
the ground. And here was a simple apparatus to collect the dews, or rather donbly-distilled and finest winnowed rains, which, in mercy or in mockery, the nightskies sometimes drop upon these blighted Encantadas. All along beneath the eaves, a spotted sheet, quite weatherstained, was spread, pinned to short, upright stakes, set in the shallow sand. A small clinker, thrown into the cloth, weighed its middle down, thereby straining all moisture into a calabash placed below. This vessel supplied each drop of water ever drunk upon the isle by the Cholos. Hunilla told us the calabash would sometimes, but not often, be half filled over-night. It held six quarts, perhaps. * But,” said she, “ we were used to thirst. At Sandy Payta, where I live, no shower from heaven ever fell; all the water there is brought on mules from the inland vales.”
Tied among the thickets were some twenty moaning tortoises, supplying Hunilla's lonely larder ; while hundreds of vast tableted black bucklers, like displaced, shattered tomb-stones of dark slate, were also scattered round. These were the skeleton backs of those great tortoises from which Felipe and Truxill had made their precious oil. Several large calabashes and two goodly kegs were filled with it. In a pot near by were the caked crusts a quantity which had been permitted to evaporate.
6. They meant to have strained it off next day," said Hunilla, as she turned aside.
I forgot to mention the most singular sight of all, though the first that greeted us after landing; memory keeps not in all things to the order of occurrence.
Some ten small, sost-haired, ringleted dogs, of a beautiful breed, peculiar to Peru, set up a concert of glad welcomings when we gained the beach, which was responded to by Hunilla. Some of these dogs had, since her widowhood, been born upon the isle, the progeny of the two brought from Payta. Owing to the jagged steeps and pitfalls, tortuous thickets, sunken clefts and perilous intricacies of all sorts in the interior ; Hunilla, admonished by the loss of one favorite among them, never allowed these delicate creatures to follow her in her occasional birds’-nests climbs and other wanderings; so that, through long habituation, they offered not to follow, when that morning she crossed the land; and her own soul was then too full of other things to heed their lingering behind. Yot, all along she had so clung to them, that, besides what moisture they lapped up at early day
break from the small scoop-holes among the adjacent rocks, she had shared the dew of her calabash among them ; never laying by any considerable store against those prolonged and utter droughts, which in some disastrous seasons warp these isles.
Having pointed out, at our desire, what few things she would like transported to the ship—her chest, the oil, not omitting the live tortoises which she intended for a grateful present to our Captain—we immediately set to work, carrying them to the boat down the long, sloping stair of deeply-shadowed rock. While my comrades were thus employed, I looked, and IIunilla had disappeared.
It was not curiosity alone, but, it seems to me, something different mingled with it, which prompted me to drop my tortoises, and once more gaze slowly around. I remembered the husband buried by Hunilla's hands. A narrow pathway led into a dense part of the thickets. Following it through many mazes, I came out upon a small, round, open space, deeply chambered there.
The mound rose in the middle; a bare heap of finest sand, like that unverdured heap found at the bottom of an hourglass run out. At its head stood the cross of withered sticks; the dry, pealed bark still fraying from it; its transverse limb tied up with rope, and forlornly adroop in the silent air.
Hunilla was partly prostrate upon the grave; her dark head bowed, and lost in her long, loosened Indian hair ; her hands extended to the cross-foot, with a little brass crucifix clasped between ; a crucifix worn featureless, like an ancient graven knocker long plied in vain. She did not see me, and I made no noise, but slid aside, and left the spot.
A few moments ere all was ready for our going, she reappeared among us. I looked into her eyes, but saw no tear. There was something which seemed strangely haughty in her air, and yet it was the air of woe. A Spanish and an Indian grief, which would not visibly lament. Pride's height in vain abased to proneness on the rock ; nature's pride subduing nature's torture.
Like pages the small and silken dogs surrounded her, as she slowly descended towards the beach. She caught the two most eager creatures in her arms :-"Mia Teeta! Mia Tomoteeta!” and fondling them, inquired how many could we take on board.
The mate commanded the boat's crew; not a hard-hearted man, but his way of
life had been such that in most things, spired the sense of desolation. The oars even in the smallest, simple utility was were plied as confederate feathers of two his leading motive.
wings. No one spoke. I looked back “We cannot take them all, Hunilla ; upon the beach, and then upon IIunilla, our supplies are short; the winds are un but her face was set in a stern dusky reliable; we may be a good many days calm. The dogs crouching in her lap going to Tombez. So take those you have, vainly licked her rigid hands. She never Hunilla ; but no more."
looked behind her; but sat motionless, She was in the boat; the oarsmen too till we turned a promontory of the coast were seated; all save one, who stood ready and lost all sights and sounds astern. to push off and then spring himself. With She seemed as one, who having experithe sagacity of their race, the dogs now enced the sharpest of mortal pangs, was seemed aware that they were in the very henceforth content to have all lesser heartinstant of being deserted upon a barren strings riven, one by one. To IIunilla, strand. The gunwales of the boat were pain seemed so necessary, that pain in high ; its prow-presented inland was other beings, though by love and sympalifted ; so owing to the water, which they thy made her own, was unrepiningly to seemed instinctively to shun, the dogs be borne. A heart of yearning in could not well leap into the little craft. frame of steel. A heart of earthly yearnBut their busy paws hard scraped the prow, ing, frozen by the frost which falleth from as it had been some farmer's door shut
the sky. ting them out from shelter in a winter The sequel is soon told. After a long storm. A clamorous agony of alarm. passage, vexed by calms and baffling They did not howl, or whine; they all winds, we made the little port of Tombez but spoke.
in Peru, there to recruit the ship. Payta “Push off! Give way!” cried the was not very distant. Our captain sold mate. The boat gave one heavy drag and the tortoise oil to a Tombez merchant; lurch, and next moment shot swiftly from and adding to the silver a contribution the beach, turned on her heel, and sped. from all hands, gave it to our silent pasThe dogs ran bowling along the wa r's senger, who knew not what the mariders marge; now pausing to gaze at the fly had done. ing boat, then motioning as if to leap in The last seen of lone IIunilla she was chase, but mysteriously withheld them passing into Payta town, riding upon a selves; and again ran howling along the small gray ass; and before her on the beach. Had they been human beings ass's shoulders, she eyed the jointed hardly would they have more vividly in workings of the beast's armorial cross.
(To be continued.)
Pass, hazy dream of drowsing noon!
Wake, Naples, with thy nightly glow!
Her golden crescent raises slow.
Those stars among the orange blooms
Outshine the wanderers of the skies;
Love's voiceless longings rise.
Of white and tremulous hopes she weaves
Her bridal crown the moon beneath.
Will be fair in a funeral wreath !
“FARMED it” two summers, when chus; the wide, open fields, with their
I was eleven and twelve years old. I “industrial regiments" on active service, had been brought up within a paved city ; in undress uniform ; the twisting and was lean, white, slender, school-worn, writhing trout-brooks; the quiet and combookish. Analyzing now the phases of posed rivers; the steep hills, and deep, interior life which I only experienced still ponds, of each of which the neighthen, I seem to have been impregnated bors aver with pride that the bottom has with city associations; or rather the boy's never been found—a fact, perhaps, to be soul in me was paved over with brick and accounted for by its never having been stone, like the walls whose hot reflections considered worth looking after ;-all were smote my eyes in summer, and girded me new, all overflowing with light, and life, in always. I can remember how I shed a
and joy. shrunken epidermis, as it were, like a I was startled at being vanquished by moulting crab, as if I really grew inward my companion in a strife, with whose wealy by the fresh fulness of the country. I pons I had presumed him unacquainted. found that, besides the side of human life I began to “tell stories," and at first acon which I had theretofore been gazing; quitted myself to my satisfaction ; but dry and scaly with brick and stone, dead soon I found that I had met my match. and still on Sundays, dinning and resound Mr. N.'s talents as a raconteur were ining all the week with the clash of pave finitely above my own. Not only were ments under armed heel and hoof, with his stories funnier than mine, but whenrattle and groan of wheels—the unrelent ever I boggled, he kindly suggested the ing and desperate onwardness of the great missing matter; and when I did not bogYankee dollar-chase ; —that, besides this
, gle, he invariably furnished an improved there was another-infinite, calm, peace
catastrophe. sul, sun-lighted, dewy, free, full of life, We stopped to dine at the house of a unconstrained, fresh, vigorous—the world farmer. And then and there—with sharne of God; as the city is the world of men I tell it--did I first feel the excitement of and of devils.
the intoxicating cup. That excitement, I was to enter upon my agricultural however, did not in the present instance novitiate under the tutorship of an uncle, exhibit itself in the gorgeous colors poetia farmer near the south shore of Connec cally supposed to clothe it. The flowing ticut. I departed for my destination early bowl was represented, upon the pine one morning in the end of Spring, from my mahogany” of our Connecticut Amphicity home in the interior of the State, rid- tryon, by a broken-nosed earthen pitcher ; ing in the wagon of a certain landholder and the mighty wine, by equally mighty from my uncle's vicinity, who had como cider, of so hard a texture that our host thither on business in his private convey stated that it could only with great diffi
All the day I rode southward, culty be bitten off by the partaker, at the through town and village, wood and field, end of his draught. Of this seductive in the absorbing trance of deep delight fluid I drank two tumblers-full; and to which a child enjoys in any discursive or me, unconscious and verdant, it tasted adventurous enterprise, however humble. good, as sour things are wont to do to Every thing was enjoyable. The steady, children. But a quick retribution came binary progression of the old farm-horse's upon me.
The puckery stuff began to persistent trot; the rattling of the bones bite like a serpent, and sting like an adof the hard-seated and springless wagon; der, with a promptitude not adverted to the boundless woods, full of new forms by Solomon. and colors, on rocks, branches and leaves; We came safe to our journey's end; arsprinkled on surface, and permeated riving, as the evening fell, at the farmthrough unfathomable depths, with spark- stead, my summer home. Darkness ling specks of sunlight; the occasional was already gathering among the thick chip squirrel, provincially called “chip- shadowing of great elms and prim locusts munk," jerking or gliding along the fenc in the wide dooryard. Piles of saw-mill es; sometimes a “very magnificent three slabs fortified the woodpile, which, paved tailed bashaw". -a red or gray compeer
with chips, the mangled remains of slaughof the rodent tribe—a beast which I was tered King Log, spread before the “stoop"; almost as much surprised to see, at least a façade of lofty barns — the "old" outside of a rotatory tin gymnasium, as if barn and the 16
new ” — were ranged he had been a giraffe or an ornithorhyn. across the background in the north, shel
THE FRESH MEADOW.
tering the lane, into which we had driven, neuvřes having been accompanied with and which, leaving woodpile and stoop to dexterous intonations of the four aforesaid the east, led northward to the abutting sounds, together with "go 'lang !” “ what front of the two barnyards. A wood are ye 'ba-a-a-ut ?" and other interjections shed, opening to the south, ran out from hortatory, mandatory, and sometimes, I the house, displaying, within, a vast and grieve to say, imprecatory, all developed miscellaneous concourse of firewood, lum by skilful teamsters into many wonderful, ber, tools, and all the mechanico-agricul intricate, and imaginative variations exetural apparatus of a farmer's tinkering cuted through the nose, the intelligent shop. Entering the house, after greeting beast gradually learns to do, at the sound due, and a proper refection for my inner alone, what he did at first, at the sound boy, I was speedily asleep; and, next accompanied with action. Some imagine morning early, was enrolled in the ranks that herein is the true solution of the of industry, and detailed for skirmishing myth of Amphion's song, viz. : He played and outpost service: in other words, I -a Greek prototype of the great Italian was promoted to the captaincy over a fiddler-a pagan Paganini-upon a oneplatoon of " milky mothers,” whose daily stringed TÀéktpov, plectrum, or whip march to and from near and distant pas (comp. plago, plagare, to scourge), which tures I was to guard and guide. By ap accompanied with the voice, probaby in propriate degrees, I was led deeper and the Lydian mode; and as he worked deeper within the agricultural mysteries powerfully upon the feelings of his cattle, of planting and hoeing, and the aftercom by his vigorous instrumental performance, ing work of haying and harvest.
executed fortissimo, forestissimo, sforPerhaps descriptions of a few separate zando, and confuoco molto, so, when he days' experience will best portray what performed as vocal solos these impassioned manner of life I led.
variations upon one string, the vivid recollections of his masterly instrumentation induced his cattle to manoeuvre with such
remakable agility, as to give rise to the With empty cart and full dinner-pails, present slightly varied account, that he we set out early for the assault upon the played to the beasts, instead of on them. June grass. The “fresh meadow
This, however, is a digression, for which, level intervale, the road to which ran now that I have followed it out to my satthrough a large upland mowing lot, de isfaction, I ask pardon. scended through a secret chasm in a ledge Theory such as I have adverted to was of rocks crowned with trees, and led us imparted to me; and very soon 1 flourished out into the open sunny meadow behind, the pliant hickory, and bawled out the like the downward paths by which princes scientific monosyllables with a nasality as in fairy tales descend into realms of un easy and workmanlike as that of any Bill derground loveliness, ruled by expectant or Joe, to the manner born. queens.
The meadow is entered; the cart left in In such expeditions I took my first les a corner, resting on its wheels and long sons in the ox-compelling art. The mys nose, like that Australian bird who locates teries of "haw” and “gee,” of “hwo” himself, for his case, tripodwise upon his and “hwish” — the last an outlandish two legs and his bill; the dinner-pails are Vermontese barbarism, signifying " back,”
sheltered in its shadow ; scythes are hung were duly explained. The cartwhip exer and whetted, and “forward four.” The cise was demonstrated; whose adaptation best man goes foremost; and the strongto the intellectual capacities of the bovine backed scythemen, each with “rifle” or race is marked by the simplicity of genius. whetstone in his red right hand, girded For the single lesson taught the ox appeals low and tight, stepping wide and bending with metaphysical truth to the desire of forward, seem to gesture the falling grass happiness common to beasts with men ; into the long straight swaths which grow and with practical wisdom developes in a close under and after the left hand of utilitarian direction his natural instinct to each. get away from what hurts him. If, there “And forward, and forward, fore, I wish him to go forward, I " flick"
Resistlessly they go; him à posteriori ; if I would have him re For strong arms wave the long keen glaivo trogress, I pound his nose with the whip
That vibrates down below." stock; if he should come towards me, I Is any thing more inspiriting than the touch' him up on the further side with the " rhythmic sweep” of a platoon of mowlash, and if he should go from me, I prod ers? They seem to beat the time to some his hither ribs with the butt. These ma mysterious marching music. Strength is