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section 12 of the confidence man this LibriVox recording is in the public domain recording by Mb the confidence man his masquerade by Herman Melville chapter 23 in which the powerful effect of natural scenery is evinced in the case of the missourian who in view of the region round about cairo has a return of his chilly fit at cairo the old established firm of fever and aid you is still settling up it's unfinished business that Creole gravedigger yellow jack his hand at the mattock and spade has not lost its cunning while Don Saturninus typhus taking his constitutional with death calvin edson and three Undertaker's in the morass snuffs up the mephitic breeze with zest in the dank Twilight fanned with mosquitoes and sparkling with fireflies the boat now lies before Cairo she has landed certain passengers and Terry's for the coming of expected ones leaning over the rail on the inshore side the missourian eyes through dubious medium that swampy and squalid domain and over it audibly mumbles his cynical mind to himself as a Primanti's dog may have mumbled his bone Heba thinks him that the man with the brass plate was to land on this villainous Bank and for that cause if no other begins to suspect him like one beginning to rouse himself from a dose of chloroform treacherously given he half Divine's to that he the philosopher had unwittingly being betrayed into being an unphysical dupe to what vicissitudes of light and shade his man's subject he Ponder's the mystery of human subjectivity in general he thinks he perceives with crossbones his favorite author that as one may wake up well in the morning very well indeed and brisk as a buck I thank you by err bedtime get under the weather there is no telling how so one may wake up wise and very slow of ascent very slow and very wise I assure you and for all that before night by like trick in the atmosphere be left in the lurch on mini health and wisdom equally precious and equally little as unluck shoe a ting possessions to be relied on but where was slipped in the entering wedge philosophy knowledge experience were those trusty Knights of the castle recreant no but unbeknown to them the enemies stole on the castles southside its genial one where suspicion the warder parleyed in fine he is too indulgent to artless and companionable nature betrayed him admonished by which he thinks he must be a little splenetic in his intercourse henceforth he revolves the crafty process of sociable chat by which as he fancies the man with the brass plate wormed into him and made such a fool of him as insensibly to persuade him to waive in his exceptional case that general law of distrust systematically applied to the race he revolves but cannot comprehend the operation still lasts the operator was the man a trickster it must be more for the love than the lucra two or three dirty dollars the motive to so many nice Wiles and yet how full of me needs his seeming before his mental vision the person of that threadbare talleyrand that impoverished Machiavelli that seedy Rosicrucian for something of all these he vaguely deems him passes now in puzzled review Fame in his disfavor would he make out a logical case the doctrine of analogies recurs fallacious enough doctrine when wielded against one's prejudices but in corroboration of cherished suspicions not without likelihood analogically he couples the slanting cut of the equivocate errs coattails with the sinister cast in his eye he weighs sly boots sleek speech in the light imparted by the oblique import of the smooth slope of his worn boot heels the insinuate errs undulating flunkey isms dovetail into those of the flunky beast that winded his way on his belly from these on cordial reveries he is roused by a cordial slap on the shoulder accompanied by a spicy volume of tobacco smoke out of which came a voice sweet as a seraphs a penny for your thoughts my fine fella chapter 24 a philanthropist undertakes to convert a misanthrope but does not get beyond confusing him hands off cried the bachelor involuntarily covering dejection with moroseness hands off that sort of label won't do in our fair whoever in our fair has fine feelings loves to feel the nappa fine cloth especially when a fine fellow wears it and who have my fine fellow species may you be from the Brazil's ain't you two can't foul fine feathers on fowl meet this on gentle mention of the toucan was not improbably suggested by the party hewed and rather plumage e aspect of the stranger no bigot it would seem but a liberalist in dress and whose wardrobe almost anywhere then on the liberal Mississippi used to all sorts of fantastic in formalities might even to observers less critical than the bachelor have looked if anything a little out of the common but not more so perhaps than considering the bear and raccoon costume the bachelors are an appearance in short the stranger sported a vesture barred with various hues that of the cochineal predominating in style participating of a Highland plaid Amir's robe and French blouse from its plaited sort of front peeped glimpses of a flowered regatta while for the rest white trousers of ample duck flowed over maroon colored slippers and a jaunty smoking cap of regal purple crowned him off at top King of traveled good fellows evidently grotesque as all was nothing looked stiff or unused all showed signs of easy service the least wanted thing setting like a wanted glove that genial hand which had just been laid on the ungenial shoulder was now carelessly thrust down before him sailor fashioned into a sort of Indian belt confining the redundant vesture the other held by its long bright cherry stem a Nuremburg pipe in blast it's great porcelain bowl painted in miniature with linked crests and arms of interlinked nations a florid show as by subtle saturations of its mellowing essence the tobacco had ripened the bowl so it looked as if something similar of the interior Spirit came rosalie out on the cheek but rosy pipe Bowl or rosy countenance all was lost on that on Rosi man the bachelor who waiting a moment till the commotion caused by their boats renewed progress had a little abated thus continued Harkey jeeringly eyeing the cap and belt did you ever see senior Mars Ettie in the African pantomime no good performer excellent plays the intelligent ape till he seems it was such naturalness kind of being endowed with an immortal spirit enter into that of a monkey but where's your tail in the pant ma ma Rossetti no hypocrite in his monkey prides himself on that the stranger now at rest sideways and genial II on one hip his right leg cavalierly crossed before the other the toe of his vertical slipper pointed easily down on deck with doubt a long leisurely sort of indifferent and charitable puff but token in him more or less of the mature of the world a character which like its opposite the sincere Christians is not always swift to take offense and then drawing near still smoking again laid his hand this time with mild impressiveness on the earth sign shoulder and not uh Nemea Blee said that in your address there is a sufficiency of the forty terrangray few unbiased observers will question but that this is duly a tempered with the suave terran modo may admit i think of an honest doubt my dear fellow beaming his eyes fell upon him what injury have I done you that you should receive my greeting with a curtailed civility off hands once more shaking the friendly member from him who in the name of the great chimpanzee and whose likeness you Mars Ettie and the other chatterers are made who in Thunder are you a cosmopolitan a Catholic man who being such ties himself to no narrow tailor or teacher but federates in heart as in costume something of the various gallantries of men under various sons o one Rome's not over the gallant globe in vain bred by it is a fraternal and fusing feeling no man is a stranger you accost anybody warm and confiding you wait not for measured advances and though indeed mine in this instance have met with no very hilarious encouragement yet the principle of a true citizen of the world is still to return good for ill my dear fellow tell me how I can serve you by dispatching yourself mr. popinjay of the world into the heart of the lunar mountains you are another of them out of my sight is the sight of humanity so very disagreeable to you then ha I may be foolish but for my part in all its aspects I love it served up our pole or more amoled wrong or alla Yankee that good dish man still delights me or rather his man a wine I never weary of comparing and sipping wherefore am i a pledge to cosmopolitan a sort of London doc volt connoisseur going about from Tehran to Natchitoches a taster of races in all his vintages smacking my lips over this racy creature man continually but as there are teetotal palates which have a distaste even for Amontillado so i suppose there may be teetotal souls which relish not even the very best brands of humanity excuse me but it just occurs to me that you my dear fellow possibly lead a solitary life solitary starting is at a touch of divination yes in a solitary life one insensibly contracts oddities talking to oneself now been eavesdropping eh why a solo the quest in a crowd can hardly but be overheard and without much reproach to the hearer you are an eavesdropper well be it so confess yourself an eavesdropper I confess that when you were muttering here I passing by court order to you and by like chance something previous of your chat with the intelligence office man a rather sensible fellow by the way much of my style of thinking would for his own sake he were of my style of dress grief too good minds to see a man of superior sense forced to hide his light under the bushel of an inferior coat well from what I heard I said to myself here now is one with the unprofitable philosophy of disesteem for man which disease in the main I have observed excuse me to spring from a certain lowness if not sourness of spirits inseparable from sequestration trust me well it better mix in and do like others sad business this holding out against having a good time life is a picnic on costume one must take a part assume a character stand ready in a sensible way to play the fool to come in plain clothes with a long face as a wiseacre only makes one a discomfort to himself and a blot upon the scene like your jug of cold water among the wine flasks it leaves you unrelated among the elated ones no no this austerity won't do let me tell you two I'm confused that while revelry may not always merge into a variety soberness in too deep rotations may become a sort of saltiness which sober thoughtlessness in my way of thinking is only to be cured by beginning at the other end of the horn to tipple a little prey what society of vintners and old stoppers are you hired to lecture for I fear I did not give my meaning clearly a little story may help the story of the worthy old woman of Goshen a very moral old woman who wouldn't let her Schultz eat fattening apples in fall for fear the fruit might ferment upon their brains and so make them swine ich now during a green Christmas inauspicious to the old this were the old woman fell into a moping decline took to her bed no appetite and refused to see her best friends in much concern her good man sound up for the doctor who after seeing the patient and putting a question or two back into the husband out and said Deacon do you want her cured indeed I do go directly then in Byard jug of santa cruz santa cruz my wife drinks santa cruz either that or die but how much as much as she can get down but she'll get drunk that's the cure wise men like doctors must be obeyed much against the grain the sober Deacon got the on sober medicine and equally against her conscience the poor old woman took it but by doing so ere long recovered health and spirits famous appetite and glad again to see her friends and having by this experience broken the ice of arid abstinence never afterwards kept herself a cup too low this story had the effect of surprising The Bachelor into interest though hardly into approval if I take your parable right said he sinking no little of his former true lessness the meaning is that one cannot enjoy life with gusto unless he renounced the to sober view of life but since the to sober view is doubtless nearer true than the two drunken I who rate truth though cold water above untruth though – okay we'll stick to my earthen jug I see slowly spurting upward a spiral staircase of lazy smoke I see you go in for the lofty how oh nothing but if I wasn't afraid of pro zhing I might tell another story about an old boot in a pieman sloth contracting there between Sun and oven an unseemly dry seasoned curl and warp he you've seen such leathery old Garrett ears haven't you very high sober solitary philosophic grand old boots indeed but I for my part would rather be The pieman strata and slipper on the ground talking a pieman humble pie before proud cake for me this notion of being lone and lofty is a sad mistake men I hold in this respect to be like roosters the one that takes himself to a lone and lofty perches the henpecked one or the one that has the PIP you are abusive cried The Bachelor evidently touched who is abused you or the race you won't stand by and see the human race abused oh then you have some respect for the human race I I have some respect for myself with a lip not so firm as before and what race made you belong to now don't you see my dear fellow in what Incans distances one involves himself by affecting disesteem for men to a charm my little stratagem succeeded come come think the better of it and as a first step to a new mind give up solitude I fear by the way that you have at some time did reading Zimmermann that old mr. me grams of a Zimmerman whose book on solitude is as vain as Humes on suicide as Bacon's on knowledge and like these will betray him who seeks to steer soul and body by it like a false religion all they be they what boasted ones you please who to the yearning of our kind after a founded rule of content offer ought not in the spirit of fellow Li gladness based on view confidence in what is above away with them for poor dupes are still poorer Impostors his manner here was so earnest that scarcely an auditor perhaps but would have been more or less impressed by it while possibly nervous opponents might have a little quailed under it thinking within himself a moment The Bachelor replied had you experienced you would know that your tippling Theory taken in what sense you will is poor as any other and Ravel is pro wine Quran no more trustworthy than Muhammad anti wine one enough for a finality knocking the ashes from his pipe we talk and keep talking and still stand where we did what do you say for a walk my arm and let's a turn they are to have dancing on the hurricane deck tonight I shall fling them off a scotch jig while to save the pieces you hold my loose change and following that I propose to you my dear fellow stack your gun and throw your bearskins and a sailor's hornpipe I am holding your watch what do you say at this proposition the other was himself again all raccoon look you thumping down his rifle are you Jeremy diddler number three Jeremy diddler I have heard of Jeremy the Prophet and Jeremy Taylor the divine but your other Jeremy is a gentleman I am unacquainted with you whereas content – Clark aren't you who is prey not that I think myself and worthy of being confided in but I don't understand you are another of them somehow I meet the most extraordinary metaphysical scabs today sort of visitation of them and yet that herb doctor diddler somehow takes off the raw edge of the diddlers that come after him herb doctor who is he like you another of them who then drawing near as if for a good long explanatory chat his left hand spread and his pipe stem coming crosswise down upon it like a ferrule you think a miss of me now to undeceive you I will just enter into a little argument and no you don't no more little arguments for me had too many little arguments today but put a case can you deny I dare you to deny that the man leading a solitary life is peculiarly exposed to the sorest misconceptions touching strangers yes I do deny it again in his impulsiveness snapping at the controversial bait and I will confute you there in a trice look you now now now my dear fellow thrusting out both vertical palms for double shields you crowd me too hard you don't give one a chance say what you will to shun a social proposition like mine – shun society in any way Vince is a churlish nature cold loveless as to embrace it chose one warm and friendly in fact sunshiny here the other all agog again in his perverse way launched forth into the unkindest references to deaf old worldlings keeping in the deafening world and gaudi gluttons limping to their gaudi gourmandises and corseted heads clasping their corseted cavaliers in the walls all for disinterested society's sake and thousands bankrupt through lavishness ruining themselves out of pure love of the sweet company of man no envies rivalries or other unhandsome motive to it ah now deprecating with his pipe irony is so unjust never could abide irony something satanic about irony God defend me from irony and satire his bosom friend a right knaves prayer and the right fools to snapping his rifle lock now be frank own that was a little gratuitous but no no you don't mean it any way I can make allowances oh but did you know and how much pleasanter to poorer this philanthropic pipe then still to keep fumbling about misanthropic rifle as for your worldling glutton and at though doubtless being such they may have their little foibles as who has not yet not one of these three can be reproached with that awful sin of shunning society awful I call it for not seldom it presupposes are still darker thing than itself remorse remorse drives man away from man how came your fellow creature Caine after the first murder to go and build the first city and why is it that the modern Kane dreads nothing so much as solitary confinement My dear fellow you get excited say what you will I for one must have my fellow creatures around me thick too I must have them thick the pickpocket too loves to have his fellow creatures around him top man no one goes into the crowd but for his end and the end of too many is the same as the pickpockets a purse now My dear fellow how can you have the confidence to say that when it is as much according to natural law that men are social as sheep gregarious but I grant that in being social each man has his end do you upon the strength of that do you yourself I say mix with men now immediately and be your end a more genial philosophy come let's take a turn again he offered his fraternal arm but the bachelor once more flung it off and raising his rifle in energetic invocation cried now the high constable catchin confound all knaves in towns and rats in grain bins and if in this boat which is a human grain bin for the time and he sliced muth philandering rat be dodging now pin him thou hai rat catcher against this rail how noble burst shows you at heart of Trump and when it cards that little matters it whether it be Spade or daimond you are good wine that to be still better only needs a shaking up come let's agree that will to New Orleans and their embark for London I'm staying with my friends and I Primrose Hill and you putting up the Piazza Covent Garden Piazza Covent Garden for tell me since you will not be a disciple to the fault tell me was not that humor of Diogenes which led him to live a merry Andrew in the flower market better than that of a less wise Athenian which made him a skulking scarecrow in Pine Barrens an injudicious gentleman Lord Timon your hand seizing it bless me how cordial will squeeze it is agreed that we should be brothers then as so much as a brace of misanthropes can be with another and terrific squeeze I had thought that the moderns had degenerated beneath the capacity of misanthropy rejoiced though in but one instance and that disguised to be undeceived the other stared in blank amazed what do you our Diogenes Diogenes in disguise I say Diogenes masquerading as a cosmopolitan with a ruefully altered mean the stranger still stood mute awhile at length in a pained tone spoke how hard the lot of that Pleader who in his zeal conceding too much is taken to belong who aside with cheap at labors however ineffectually to convert then with another change of air to you and Ishmael disguising in sportiveness my intent I came ambassador from the human race charged with an assurance that for your mislike they bore no answering grudge but sought to conciliate accord between you and them yet you take me not for the honest envoi but I know not what sort of unheard-of spy sir he left slowly added this mistaking of your man should teach you how you may mistake all men for God's sake laying both hands upon him get you confidence see how distrust has duped you hire genies I he who going a step beyond misanthropy was less a man hater than a man hooter better were I stark and stiff with which the philanthropist moved away less lightsome than he had come leaving the discomforted misanthrope to the solitude he held so sapient end of section 12 section 13 of the confidence man this LibriVox recording is in the public domain recording by MB the confidence man his masquerade by Herman Melville chapter 25 The Cosmopolitan makes an acquaintance in the act of retiring The Cosmopolitan was met by a passenger who with the bluff a bar of the West thus addressed him though a stranger queer Cunha friend had a little scrimmage with him myself rather entertaining old Coon if he wasn't so deuced analytical reminded me somehow of what I've heard about Colonel John Murdoch of Illinois only your friend ain't quite so good a fellow at bottom I should think it was in the semicircular porch of a cabin opening a recess from the deck lit by his own lamp swung overhead and sending its light vertically down like the Sun at noon beneath the lamp stood the speaker affording to anyone disposed to it no unfavorable chance for scrutiny but the glance now resting on him betrayed no such rudeness a man neither tall nor stout neither short nor gaunt but with the body fitted as by measure to the service of his mind for the rest one less favorite perhaps in his features than his clothes and of these the beauty may have been less in the fit than the cut to say nothing of the fineness of the nap seeming out of keeping with something the reverse of fine in the skin and the unsuitable nurse of a violet vest sending up sunset hues to accountants betokening a kind of bilious habit but upon the whole it could not be fairly said that his appearance was unprepossessing indeed to the congenial it would have been doubtless not uncongenial while to others it could not fail to be at least curiously interesting from the warm air of florid cordiality contrasting itself with one knows not what kind of a Jewish sallowness of saving discretion looking behind it ungracious critics might have thought that the manner flushed the man something in the same fictitious way that the vest flushed the cheek and though his teeth were singularly good those same ungracious ones might have hinted that they were too good to be true or rather were not so good as they might be since the best false teeth are those made with at least two or three blemishes the more to look lifelike but fortunately for better constructions no such critics have the stranger now in our only the cosmopolitan who after in the first place acknowledging his advances with a mute salute in which acknowledgment if there seemed less of spirit than in his way of a costing the Missouri it was probably because of the saddening sequel of that late interview thus now replied Colonel John Ward repeating the words abstractly that surname recalls reminiscences pray with enlivened air was he any way connected with the Mourdock's of Mourdock Hall Northamptonshire England I know no more of the Mourdock's of Mourdock Hall than of the burdock's of burdock Hut returned the other with the air somehow of one whose fortunes had been of his own making all I know is that the late Colonel John Murdoch was a famous one in his time I like low keels finger like a trigger nerve like a Catamounts and with but two little oddities seldom stirred without his rifle and hated Indians like snakes your Mourdock then would seem a Mourdock of misanthrope all the woods no very sleek creature the colonel I fancy sleek or not he was no uncombed one but silky bearded and curly headed and to all but Indians juicy as a peach but Indians how the late Colonel John Modoc Indian hater of Illinois did hate Indians to be sure never heard of such a thing Heat Indians why should he or anybody else hate Indians I admire Indians Indians I've always heard to be one of the finest of the primitive races possessed of many heroic virtues some noble women too when I think of Pocahontas I'm ready to love Indians then there's masses o ed and Phillip of Mount Hope and to come send red jacket and Logan all heroes and there's the five nations and arrow canyons Federation's and communities of heroes god bless me hate Indians surely the late Colonel John Murdock must have wandered in his mind wandered in the woods considerably but never wanted elsewhere that I ever heard are you in earnest was there ever one who so made it his particular mission to hate Indians that to designate him a special word has been called Indian hate even so dear me you take it very calmly but really I would like to know something about this Indian hating I can hardly believe such a thing to be could you favor me with a little history of the extraordinary man you mentioned with all my heart and immediately stepping from the porch gestured the cosmopolitan to a city nearby on deck there sir said you there and I will sit here beside you you desire to hear of Colonel John Murdock well a day in my boyhood is marked with a white stone the day I saw the Colonel's rifle Powderhorn attached hanging in a cabin on the west bank of the Wabash River I was going westward a long journey through the wilderness with my father it was high noon and we had stopped at the cabin town saddle and bait the man at the cabin pointed out the rifle and told whose it was adding that the colonel was that moment sleeping on wolf skins in the corn loft above so he must not talk very loud for the colonel had been out all night hunting Indians mind and it would be cruel to disturb his sleep curious to see one so famous we waited two hours over in hopes he would come forth but he did not so it being necessary to get to the next cabin before nightfall we had at last to ride off without the wished for satisfaction though to tell the truth I for one did not go away entirely ungratified for while my father was watering the horses I slipped back into the cabin and stepping around or two up the ladder pushed my head through the trap and peered about not much light in the loft but off in the further corner I saw what I took to be the wolf skins and on them a bundle of something like a drift of leaves and at one end what seemed a moss ball and over it deer antlers branched and closed by a small squirrel sprang out from a maple bowl of nuts brushed the moss ball with his tail through a hole and vanished squeaking that bit of woodland scene was all I saw no Colonel Murdock there unless that Moss ball was his curly head seen in the back view I would have gone clear up but the man below had warned me that though from his camping habits the colonel could sleep through thunder he was for the same cause amazing quick to waken at the sound of footsteps however soft and especially if human it excuse me said the other softly laying his hand on the narrator's wrist but I fear that Colonel was of a distrustful nature little or no confidence he was a little suspicious mind it wasn't he not a bit knew too much suspected nobody but was not ignorant of Indians well though as you may gather I never fully saw the man yet have I one way and another heard about as much of him as any other in particular I have heard his history again and again from my father's friend James Hall the judge you know in every company being called upon to give this history which none could better do the judge at last fell into a style so methodical less than mere auditors then to an invisible amanuensis seemed talking for the press very impressive way with him indeed and I having an equally impressive memory think that upon a pinch I can render you the judge upon the colonel almost word for a word do so by all means said the cosmopolitan well pleased shall I give you the judges philosophy and all as to that rejoined the other gravely pausing over the pipe bowl he was filling the desirable niversary mind of having another man's philosophy given depends considerably upon what school of philosophy the other man belongs to of what school or system was the judge pray why though he knew how to read and write the judge never had much schooling by I should say he belonged if anything to the free school system yes a true patriot the judge went in strong for free schools in philosophy the man of a certain mind then while respecting the judges patriotism and not blind to the judges capacity for narratives such as he may prove to have might perhaps with prudence waive an opinion of the judges probable philosophy but I am no rigorous proceed I beg his philosophy or not as to please well I would mostly skip that part only to begin some reckon ordering of the ground in a philosophical way the judge always deemed indispensable with strangers for you must know that Indian hating was no monopoly of Colonel Mourdock's but a passion in one form or other and to a degree greater or less largely shared among the class to which he belonged and Indian hating still exists and no doubt will continue to exist so long as Indians to Indian hating then shall be my first theme and Colonel Murdock the Indian hater my next and last with which the stranger settling himself in his seat commenced the hearer paying marked regard slowly smoking his glance meanwhile steadfastly abstracted towards the deck but his right ear so disposed towards the speaker that each word came through as little atmospheric intervention as possible to intensify the sense of hearing he seemed to sink the sense of sight no complaisance of mere speech could have been so flattering or expressed such striking politeness as this mute eloquence of thoroughly digesting attention chapter 26 containing the metaphysics of Indian hating according to the views of one evidently not so pre possessed as Rousseau in favor of savages well the judge the judge always began in these words it's the back woodsman's hatred of the Indian has been a topic for some remark in the earlier times of the frontier the passion was thought to be readily accounted for but Indian rapine having mostly ceased through regions where it once prevailed the philanthropist is surprised that Indian hating has not in like degree ceased with it he wonders why the backwoodsman still regards the red man in much the same spirit that a jury does a murderer or a trapper a wildcat a creature in whose behalf mercy were not wisdom Troost is vain he must be executed a curious point the judge would continue which perhaps not everybody even upon explanation may fully understand while in order for anyone to approach to an understanding it is necessary for him to learn or if you already know to bear in mind what man or a man the backwoodsman is as for what manner of man the Indian is many know either from history or experience the backwoodsman is a lonely man he is a thoughtful man he's a man strong and unsophisticated impulsive he is what some might call unprincipled at any rate he is self-willed being one who less harkens to what others may say about things than looks for himself to see what are things themselves if in straits there are few to help he must depend upon himself he must continually look to himself hence self-reliance to the degree of standing by his own judgment though it stand alone not that he deems himself infallible too many mistakes in following trails prove the contrary but he thinks that nature destined such sagacity as she has given him as Shri Destin's it to the possum to these fellow beings of the wilds their untutored sagacity is their best dependence if with either at faulty if the possums betray it to the trap or the back woodsman's mislead him into ambuscade there are consequences to be undergone but no self blame as with the possum instincts prevail with the backwoodsman over precepts like the possum the backwoodsman presents the spectacle of a creature dwelling exclusively among the works of God yet Lee's truth must confess breed literally in him of a godly mind small bowing and scraping is his further than when with bent knee he points his rifle or picks its flint with few companions solitude by necessity his length and plot he stands the trial no slight one since next to die in solitude rightly borne is perhaps of fortitude the most rigorous test but not merely is the backwoodsman content to be alone but in no few cases is anxious to be so the sight of smoke ten miles off is provocation to one more removed from man one step deeper into nature is it that he feels that whatever man may be man is not the universe that glory beauty kindness are not all engrossed by him that as the presence of man frights birds away so many bird-like thoughts but be that how it will the backwoodsmen is not without some fineness to his nature Harry Orson as he looks it may be with him as with the Shetland seal beneath the bristles looks the fur though held in a sort of barbarian the backwoodsman would seem to America what Alexander was to Asia captain in the vanguard of conquering civilization whatever the nation's growing opulence or power does it not Lackey his heels Pathfinder provider of security to those who come after him for himself he asks nothing but hardship worthy to be compared with MA in the exodus or the Emperor Julian in Gaul who on foot and bear proud at the height of covered or mounted legions marched so through the elements day after day the tide of emigration let it roll as it will never overwhelms the backwoodsman into itself he rides upon advance as the Polynesian upon the comb of the surf thus though he keep moving on through life he maintains with respect to nature much the same unaltered relation throughout with her creatures – including Panthers and Indians hence it is not unlikely that accurate as the theory of the peace Congress may be with respect to those two varieties of beings among others yet the backwoodsmen might be qualified to throw out some practical suggestions as the child born to a backwoodsmen must in turn lead his father's life a life which as related to humanity is related mainly to Indians it is thought best not to mince matters out of delicacy but to tell the boy pretty plainly what an Indian is and what you must expect from him for however charitable it may be to view Indians as members of the Society of Friends yet to affirm them such to one ignorant of Indians whose lonely path lies a long way through their lands this in the event might prove not only injudicious but cruel at least something of this kind would seem the maximum upon which backwoods education is based accordingly if in youth the backwoodsmen inclined to knowledge as is generally the case he hears little from his school masters the old chroniclers of the forest but histories of Indians lying Indian theft Indian double-dealing Indian fraud and perfidy Indian want of conscience Indian bloodthirstiness Indian diable ISM histories which though of wild woods are almost as full of things on angelic as the nougat calendar or the of Europe amis Indian narratives and traditions the lad is thoroughly grounded as the twig is bent the trees inclined the instinct of antipathy against an Indian grows in the backwoodsman with the sense of good and bad right and wrong in one breath he learns that a brother is to be loved and an Indian to be hated such are the facts the judge would say upon which if one seek to moralize he must do so with a lie to them it is terrible that one creature should so regard another should make it conscience to abhor an entire race it is terrible but is it surprising surprising that one should hate a race which he believes to be read from a cause akin to that which makes some tribes of garden insects green a race whose name is upon the frontier a memento mori' painted to him in every evil light now a horse thief like those in Moyamensing now an assassin like in New York rowdy now a treaty breaker like an Austrian now a Palmer with poisoned arrows now a judicial murderer and Jeffries after a fierce farce of trial condemning his victim to bloody death or a Jew with hospitable speeches cousin exam fainting stranger into ambuscade there to perk him and account it a deed grateful to mana to his God still all this is less advanced as truths of the Indians than as examples of the back woodsman's impression of them in which the unch arable may think he does them some injustice certain it is the Indians themselves think so quite unanimously to the Indians indeed protest against the back woodsman's view of them and some think that one cause of their returning his antipathy so sincerely as they do is their moral indignation at being so libeled by him as they really believe in say but whether on this or any point the Indians should be permitted to testify for themselves to the exclusion of other testimony is a question that may be left to the Supreme Court at any rate it has been observed that when an Indian becomes a genuine proselyte to Christianity such cases however not being very many though indeed entire tribes are sometimes nominally brought to the true light he will not in that case conceal his enlightened conviction that his races portion of nature is total depravity and in that way as much admits that the backwoodsmen zwarst idea of it is not very far from true while on the other hand those red men who are the greatest sticklers for the theory of Indian virtue and the Indian loving-kindness are sometimes the errant hist horse thieves and tomahawk errs among them so at least a vs2 backwoodsmen and though knowing the indian nature as he thinks he does he fancies he is not ignorant that in indian may in some points deceive himself almost as effectually as in bush tactics he can another yet his theory and his practice as above contrasted seem to involve an inconsistency so extreme that the backwoods men only accounts for it on the supposition that when a tomahawking red man advances the notion of the big duty of the red race it is but part and parcel with that subtle strategy which he finds so useful in war in hunting and the general conduct of life in further explanation of that deep abhorrence with which the backwoodsman regards the Savage the judge used to think it might perhaps a little help to consider what kind of stimulus to it is furnished in those forest histories and traditions before spoken of in which behalf he would tell the story at the little colony of rites and Weaver's originally seven cousins from Virginia who after successive removals with their families at last established themselves near the southern frontier of the bloody ground Kentucky they were strong brave men but unlike many of the pioneers in those days there's was no love of conflict for conflicts sake step by step they had been lure – they're lonely resting-place by the ever beckoning seductions of a fertile and virgin land with his singular exemption during the march from indian molestation but clearings made and houses built the bright shield was soon to turn its other side after repeated persecutions and eventual hostilities forced on them by a dwindled tribe in their neighborhood persecutions resulting in loss of crops and cattle hostilities in which they lost two of their number illy to be spared besides others getting painful wounds the five remaining cousins made with some serious concessions a kind of treaty with mock Mohawk the chief being – this induced by the herrings of the enemy leaving them no peace but they were further prompted indeed first incited by the suddenly changed ways of mock mock who though hitherto deemed a savage almost perfidious as Caesar Borgia yet now put on a seeming reverse of this engaging to bury the hatchet smoked the pipe and be friends forever not friends in the mere sense of renouncing enmity but in the sense of kind leanness active and familiar but what the chief now seemed did not wholly blind them to what the chief had been so that though in no small degree influenced by his change of bearing they still distrusted him enough to covenant with him among other articles on their side that though friendly visits should be exchanged between the wigwams and the cabins yet the five cousins should never on any account be expected to enter the Chiefs Lodge together the intention was though they reserved it that if ever under the guise of Amity the chief should mean the mischief and affected it should be but partially so that some of the five might survive not only for their family's sake but also for retribution 'z nevertheless mock mock did upon a time with such fine art and pleasing carriage win their conference that he brought them all together to a feast of bears meat and thereby a stratagem ended them years after over their cows and bones and those of all their families the chief reproached for his treachery by a proud hunter whom he had made captive jeered out treachery pale face it was they who broke their covenant first in coming all together they that broke it first in trusting mock mock at this point the judge would pause and lifting his hand and rolling his eyes exclaiming a solemn enough voice circling wiles and bloody lusts the acuteness and genius of the chief but make him them more atrocious after another pause he would begin an imaginary kind of dialogue between a backwoodsman and the questioner but are all Indians like mock mock not all have proved such but in the least harmful may lie his germ there is an Indian nature Indian blood is in me as the half-breeds threat but are not some Indians kind yes but kind Indians are mostly lazy and repeated simple and all events are seldom Chiefs Chiefs among the red man being taken from the active and those accounted wise hence with small promotion kind Indians have but proportionate influence and kind Indians may be forced to do unkind biddings so beware the Indian kind or unkind said Daniel Boone who lost his sons by them but if all you backwoodsman been someway victimized by Indians know well and in certain cases may not at least some few of you be favored by them yes but scarce one among us so self-important or so selfish minded as to hold his personal exemption from Indian outrage such a set-off against the contrary experience of so many others as that he must needs in a general way think well of Indians or if he do an arrow in his flank might suggest a pertinent doubt in short according to the judge if we had all credit the backwoodsmen his feeling against Indians to be taken a right must be considered as being not so much on his own account as on others or jointly on both accounts true it is scarce a family he knows but some member of it or connection has been by Indians maimed or scalped what avails then that someone Indian or some two or three treated backwoodsman friendly like he fears me he thinks take my arrival from me give him motive and what will come or if not so how no I what involuntary preparations may be going on in him for things as unbeknown in present time to him as me a sort of chemical preparation in the soul for malice as chemical preparation in the body for malady not that the backwoodsman ever used those words you see but the judge found him expression for his meaning and this point he would conclude with saying that what is cold up friendly Indian is a very rare sort of creature and well it was so for no ruthlessness exceeds that of a friendly Indian turned enemy a coward friend he makes a valiant foe but thus far the passion in question has been viewed in in general way as that of a community when to his due share of this the backwoodsmen adds his private passion we have then the stalk out of which is formed if formed at all the Indian hater par excellence the Indian hater par excellence the judge defined to be one who having with his mother's milk drank in small love for red men in youth or early manhood ere the sensibilities become osseous receives at their hands some signal outrage or which in effect is much the same some of his kin have or some friend now nature all around him by her solitudes wooing or bidding musa pon this matter he accordingly does so till the thought develops such a traction that much is struggling vapors troupe from all sides to a storm cloud so straggling thoughts of other outrageous troop to the nucleus thought assimilate with it and swell it at last taking counsel with the elements he comes to his resolution and in ten sir Hannibal he makes a vow the hate of which is a vortex from whose suction scarce the remotest chip of the guilty race may reasonably feel secure next he declares himself and settles his temporal affairs with the solemnity of a Spaniard turned monk he takes leave of his kin or rather these leave takings have something of the still more impressive finality of death bedded years last he commits himself to the forest primeval there so long as life shall be his to act upon a calm cloistered scheme of strategical implacable and lonesome vengeance ever on the noiseless trail cool collected patient less seemed and felt snuffing smelling a leather stalking nemesis in the settlements he will not be seen again in the eyes of old companions tears may start at some chance thing that speaks of him but they never look for him nor call they know he will not come Suns and seasons fleet the Tigerlily blows and falls babes are born and leap in their mother's arms but the Indian hater is gone as good to his long home and terror is his epitaph hear the judge not unaffected would pause again but presently resume how evidence that in strict speech there can be no biography of an Indian hater par excellence any more than one of a swordfish or other deep-sea denizen or which is still less imaginable one of a dead man the career of the Indian hater par excellence has the impenetrability of the fate of a lost steamer doubtless events terrible ones have happened must have happened but the powers that be in nature have taken order that they shall never become news but luckily for the curious there is a species of diluted Indian hater one whose heart proves not so steely as his brain softy enticements of domestic life too often draw him back from the ascetic trail among cool pasta sizes to the world at times like a Mariner 2 though much abroad he may have a wife and family in some green Harbor which he does not forget it is with him as with the papist converts in Senegal fasting and mortification prove hard to bear the judge with his usual judgment always thought with the intense solitude to which the Indian hater consigns himself has by its overall influence no little to do with relaxing his vow he would relate instances where after some months Longley Scouting's the Indian hater is suddenly seized with the sort of challenger hurries openly towards the first smoke though he knows it is in Indians analysis himself as a lost hunter gives the savage his rifle throws himself upon his charity embraces him with much affection employing the privilege of living a while with his sweet companionship but it's too often the sequel of so distemper'd a procedure may be best known by those who best know the Indian upon the whole the judge by two and thirty good and sufficient reasons would maintain that there was no known vocation whose consistent following calls for such containing zazz that at the Indian hater par excellence in the highest view he considered such a soul one peeping out but once an age for the diluted Indian hater although the vacations he permits himself impair the keeping of the character yet it should not be overlooked that this is the man who by very infirmity enables us to form surmises however inadequate of what Indian aiding in its perfection is one moment gently interrupted the cosmopolitan here and let me refill my talonnet which being done the other proceeded chapter 27 some account of a man of questionable morality but who nevertheless would seem entitled to the esteem of that eminent English moralist who said he liked a good hater coming to mention the man to whose story all thus far said was but the introduction the judge who like you is a great smoker would insist upon all the company taking cigars and then lighting a fresh one himself rise in his place and with the solemn destroyes say gentlemen let us smoke to the memory of Colonel John Murdock when after several whiffs taken standing in deep silence and deeper reverie he would resume his seat and his discourse something in these words though Colonel John Murdock was not an Indian hater par excellence he yet cherished a kind of sentiment towards the red man and in that degree and so acted out his sentiment as sufficiently to merit the tribute just rendered to his memory John Murdock was the son of a woman married thrice and thrice widowed by a tomahawk the three successive husbands of this woman had been pioneers and with them she'd wandered from wilderness to wilderness always on the frontier with nine children she at last found herself at a little clearing afterwards Vincennes there she joined a company about her removed to the new country of Illinois on the eastern side of Illinois there were then no settlements but on the west side the shore of the Mississippi there were near the mouth of the Kaskaskia some old Hamlet's of French to the vicinity of B's hammer very innocent in Pleasant places a new Arcadia misses Mourdock's party was destined for there abouts among the vines they meant to settle they embarked upon the Wabash in boats proposing descending that stream into the Ohio and the Ohio into the Mississippi and so northwards towards the point to be reached all went well till they made the rock of the Grand Tower on the Mississippi where they had to land and drag their boats around a point swept by a strong current here a party of Indians lying in wait rushed out and murdered nearly all of them the widow was among the victims with her children John accepted who some 50 miles distant was following with the second party he was just entering upon manhood when thus left in nature's sole survivor of his race other youngsters might have turned mourners he turned Avenger his nerves were electric wires sensitive but steel he was one who from self-possession could be made neither to flush nor pail it is said that when the tidings were brought him he was ashore sitting beneath a hemlock eating his dinner of venison and as the tidings were told him after the first start he kept on eating but slowly and deliberately chewing the wild news with the wild meat as if both together turned to Kyl together should sinew him to his intent from that meal he rose an Indian hater heroes got his arms prevailed upon some comrades to join him and without delay started to discover who were the actual transgressors they proved to be a band of twenty renegades from various tribes outlaws even among Indians and had formed themselves into a marauding crew no opportunity for action being at the time presented he dismissed his friends told them to go on thanking them and saying he would ask their aid at some future day for upwards of a year alone in the wilds he watched the crew once what he thought a favorable chance having occurred it being midwinter and the savages encamped apparently to remain so he anew mustered his friends and marched against them but getting wind of his coming the enemy fled and in such panic that everything was left behind but their weapons during the winter much the same thing happened upon two subsequent occasions the next year he sawed them at the head of a party pledged to serve him for 40 days at last the hour came it was on the shore of the Mississippi from there covered more dock and his men dimly described the gang of canes in the red dusk of evening paddling over to a jungle island in midstream there the more securely to lodge for more docks retributive spirit in the wilderness spoke ever to their trepidations now like the voice calling through the garden waiting until the dead of night the whites swam the river towing after the morass laden with their arms on landing more dock cut the fastenings of the enemy's canoes and turned them with his own raft adrift resolved that there should be neither escape for the Indians nor safety except in victory for the whites victorious the whites were but three of the Indians saved themselves by taking to the stream more docks BAMF lost not a man three of the murderers survived he knew their names and persons in the course of three years each successively fell by his own hand all were now dead but this did not suffice he made no avowal but to kill Indians had become his passion as an athlete he had few equals as a shot none in single combat not to be beaten master of that woodland cunning enabling the adept to subsist where the tyro would perish and expert in all those arts by which an enemy has pursued for weeks perhaps months without once suspecting it he kept to the forest the solitary Indian then met him died when a murder was described he would either secretly pursue their tract for some chance to strike at least one blow or if while thus engaged he himself was discovered he would elude them by superior skill many years he spent thus and though after a time he was in a degree restored to the ordinary life of the region and period yet it is believed that John Murdock never let pass an opportunity of quenching in Indian sins of commission in that kind may have been his but none of omission if were urged to suppose the judge would say that this gentleman was naturally ferocious or peculiarly possessed of those qualities which unhelpfully of events tend to withdraw man from social life on the contrary Murdock was an example of something apparently self-contradicting certainly curious but at the same time undeniable namely that nearly all Indian haters have at bottom loving hearts or at any rate hearts if anything more generous than the average certain it is that to the degree in which he mingled in the life of the settlements Murdock showed himself not without humane feelings no cold husband or colder father ye and though often and long away from his household bore its needs in mind and provided for them he could be very convivial told a good story though never of his more private exploits and sung a capital song hospitable not backward to help a neighbor by rapport benevolent as retributive in secret while in the general manner though sometimes grave as is not unusual with men of his complexion a sultry and tragical brown yet with nobody indians accepted otherwise than courteous in a manly fashion a moccasin gentleman admired and loved in fact no one more popular as an incident to follow may prove his bravery whether an Indian fighter or any other was unquestionable an officer in the ranging service during the War of 1812 he acquitted himself with more than credit of his soldierly character this anecdote is told not long after hulls dubious surrender at detroit Mourdock with some of his Rangers rode up at night to a log house there to rest so morning the horses being intended to supper over and sweeping places assigned the troop the host showed the colonel his best bed not on the ground like the rest but a bed that stood on legs but out of delicacy the guest declined to monopolize it or indeed to occupy it at all when to increase the inducement as the host thought he was told that a general officer at once slept in that bed who pray asked the colonel General Howe then you must not take offence said the colonel buttoning up his coat but really no cowards bed for me however comfortable accordingly he took up with valores bed a cold one on the ground at one time the colonel was a member of the territorial Council of Illinois and at the formation of the state government was pressed to become candidate for governor but begged to be excused and though he declined to give his reasons for declining yet by those who best knew him the cause was not wholly Unser mised in his official capacity he might be called upon to enter into friendly treaties with Indian tribes a thing not to be thought of and even did no such contingency arise yet he felt there would be an impropriety in the governor of Illinois stealing out now and then during a recess of the legislative bodies for a few days shooting at human beings within the limits of his paternal chief magistrate see if the governorship offered large honors from Mourdock it demanded larger sacrifices these were incompatible in he was not unaware that to be consistent Indian hater involves the renunciation of ambition with its objects the pumps and glories of the world and since religion pronouncing such things vanities accounts it merit to renounce them therefore so far as this goes Indian hating whatever may be thought of it in other respects may be regarded as not holding without the efficacy of a developed sentiment here the narrator paused then after his long and Exim sitting started to his feet and regulating his disordered shirt frill and at the same time adjusting Lee shaking his legs down in his rumpled pantaloons concluded there I have done having given you not my story mind or my thoughts but in others and now for your friend clean skins I doubt not that if the judge were here he would pronounce him a sort of comprehensive Colonel Murdock who too much spreading his passion shallows it chapter xxviii moot points touching the late Colonel John Murdock charity charity exclaimed the cosmopolitan never a sound judgment without charity when man judges man charity is less a bounty from our mercy than just allowance for the insensible leeway of human fallibility god forbid that my eccentric friend should be what you hint you do not know him more but imperfectly his outside deceived you at first it came near deceiving even me but I seize the chance when owing to indignation against some wrong he laid himself a little open I seized that lucky chance I say to inspect his heart and found it an inviting oyster in a forbidding shell his outside his book put on ashamed of his own goodness he treats mankind as those strange old uncles and romances do their nephews snapping at them all the time and yet loving them as the apple of their eye while my words with him were few perhaps he's not what I took him for yes for all I know you may be right glad to hear it charity like poetry should be cultivated if only for its being graceful and now since you have renounced your notion I should be happy would you so to speak renounce your story to that story strikes me with even more introdu it even wonder to me some parts don't hang together if the man of hate how could John Murdock be also the man of love either his loan campaigns are fabulous as Hercules or else those being through what was thrown in about his geniality is but garnished in short if ever there was such a man as mordake in my way of thinking was either misanthrope or nothing and his misanthropy the more intense from being focused on one race of men though like suicide man hatred would seem peculiar Lia Roman and a Grecian passion that is pagan yet the annals of neither Rome nor Greece can produced the equal in man hatred of Colonel Murdock as the judge and you have painted him as for this Indian hating in general I can always say of it what dr. Johnson said at the alleged Lisbon earthquake sir I don't believe it didn't believe it why not clashed with any little prejudice of his dr. Johnson had no prejudice but like a certain other person with an ingenuous smile he had sensibilities and those were pained dr. Johnson was a good Christian wasn't he he was suppose he'd been something else then small incredulity as to the alleged earthquake suppose he had been also a misanthrope then small including with you as to the robberies and murders alleged to have been perpetrated under the pall of smoke and ashes the infidels of the time were quick to credit those reports and worse so true it is that while religion contrary to the common notion implies in certain cases a spirit of slow reserved as to assent in fidelity which claims to despise credulity is sometimes Swift to it you rather jumbled together misanthropy and infidelity I do not jumble them their coordinates for misanthropy springing from the same root with disbelief of religion his twin with that it Springs from the same root I say for set aside materialism and what is an atheist but one who does not or will not see in the universe a ruling principle of love and what a misanthrope but one who does not or will not see in man a ruling principle of kindness don't you see in either case the vise consists in a want of confidence what sort of a sensation is misanthropy might as well ask me what sort of sensation is hydrophobia don't know never had it but I have often wondered what it can be like can a misanthrope feel warm I asked myself take ease be companionable with himself can a misanthrope smoke a cigar and muse how fair is he in solitude has the misanthrope such a thing as an appetite shallow pitch refreshing the effervescence of champagne with what I does he behold it is summer good to him of long winters how much can he sleep what are his dreams how feels he and what does he when suddenly awakened alone at dead of night by a fusillade of thunder like you said the stranger I can't understand the misanthrope so far as my experience goes either mankind is worthy ones best love or else I have been lucky never has it been my lot to have been wronged though but in the smallest degree cheating backbiting superciliousness disdain hard-heartedness and all that brood I know but I report cold regards tossed over the sinister shoulder of a former friend in gratitude and a beneficiary treachery in a confidant such things may be but I must take somebody's word for it now the bridge that has carried me over so well shall I not praise it in gratitude to the worthy bridge not to do so man is a noble fellow and in the age of satirist so I'm not displeased to find one who has confidence in him and bravely stands up for him yes I always speak a good word for man and what is more I'm always ready to do a good deed for him you are a man after my own heart responded the cosmopolitan with a candor which lost nothing by its calmness indeed he added our sentiments agree so that were they written in the book whose was whose few but the nicest critics might determine since we are thus joined in mind said the stranger why not be joined in hand my hand is always at the service of virtue frankly extending it to him as to virtue personified and now said the stranger cordially retaining his hand you know our fashion here at the West it may be a little low but it is kind briefly we being newly made friends must cling together what say you thank you but indeed you must excuse me why because to tell the truth I have today met so many old friends all free hearted convivial gentlemen that really really though for the present I succeed in mastering it I am at bottom almost in the condition of a sailor who stepping ashore after a long voyage ere night reels with loving welcomes his head of less capacity than his heart at the allusion to old friends the strangers countenance a little fell as a jealous lovers might add hearing from his sweetheart of former ones but rallying he said no doubt they treated you to something strong but why surely that gentle creature wine come let us have a little gentle wine at one of these little tables here come Tom then a saying to rule about like a full pipe in the sea sang in a voice which had had more of good fellowship had there been less of a latent squeak to it let us drink of the wine of the vine benign that sparkles warm enzymes of wine the cosmopolitan with longing I upon him stood as sorely tempted and wavering a moment then abruptly stepping towards him with a look of dissolved surrender said when mermaid songs move figureheads then make lorry gold and women try their blandishments on me but a good fellow singing a good song he was forth my every spike so that my whole whole like a ship's sailing by a magnetic rock caves in with acquiescence enough when one has a heart of a certain sort it is in vain trying to be resolute end of section 13

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