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Cyrus
Bourne
was
sufficiently
skilled
in
the
travel
of
the
woods
to
observe
that
his
father
did
not
adhere
to
the
course
they
had
pursued
in
their
expedition
of
the
preceding
autumn
.
They
were
now
keeping
farther
to
the
north
,
striking
out
more
directly
from
the
settlements
,
and
into
a
region
of
which
savage
beasts
and
savage
men
were
as
yet
the
sole
possessors
.
The
boy
sometimes
hinted
his
opinions
upon
the
subject
,
and
Reuben
listened
attentively
,
and
once
or
twice
altered
the
direction
of
their
march
in
accordance
with
his
son
’
s
counsel
;
but
,
having
so
done
,
he
seemed
ill
at
ease
.
His
quick
and
wandering
glances
were
sent
forward
apparently
in
search
of
enemies
lurking
behind
the
tree
trunks
,
and
,
seeing
nothing
there
,
he
would
cast
his
eyes
backwards
as
if
in
fear
of
some
pursuer
.
Cyrus
,
perceiving
that
his
father
gradually
resumed
the
old
direction
,
forbore
to
interfere
;
nor
,
though
something
began
to
weigh
upon
his
heart
,
did
his
adventurous
nature
permit
him
to
regret
the
increased
length
and
the
mystery
of
their
way
.
On
the
afternoon
of
the
fifth
day
they
halted
,
and
made
their
simple
encampment
nearly
an
hour
before
sunset
.
The
face
of
the
country
,
for
the
last
few
miles
,
had
been
diversified
by
swells
of
land
resembling
huge
waves
of
a
petrified
sea
;
and
in
one
of
the
corresponding
hollows
,
a
wild
and
romantic
spot
,
had
the
family
reared
their
hut
and
kindled
their
fire
.
There
is
something
chilling
,
and
yet
heart
-
warming
,
in
the
thought
of
these
three
,
united
by
strong
bands
of
love
and
insulated
from
all
that
breathe
beside
.
The
dark
and
gloomy
pines
looked
down
upon
them
,
and
,
as
the
wind
swept
through
their
tops
,
a
pitying
sound
was
heard
in
the
forest
;
or
did
those
old
trees
groan
in
fear
that
men
were
come
to
lay
the
axe
to
their
roots
at
last
?
Reuben
and
his
son
,
while
Dorcas
made
ready
their
meal
,
proposed
to
wander
out
in
search
of
game
,
of
which
that
day
’
s
march
had
afforded
no
supply
.
The
boy
,
promising
not
to
quit
the
vicinity
of
the
encampment
,
bounded
off
with
a
step
as
light
and
elastic
as
that
of
the
deer
he
hoped
to
slay
;
while
his
father
,
feeling
a
transient
happiness
as
he
gazed
after
him
,
was
about
to
pursue
an
opposite
direction
.
Dorcas
in
the
meanwhile
,
had
seated
herself
near
their
fire
of
fallen
branches
upon
the
mossgrown
and
mouldering
trunk
of
a
tree
uprooted
years
before
.
Her
employment
,
diversified
by
an
occasional
glance
at
the
pot
,
now
beginning
to
simmer
over
the
blaze
,
was
the
perusal
of
the
current
year
’
s
Massachusetts
Almanac
,
which
,
with
the
exception
of
an
old
black
-
letter
Bible
,
comprised
all
the
literary
wealth
of
the
family
.
None
pay
a
greater
regard
to
arbitrary
divisions
of
time
than
those
who
are
excluded
from
society
;
and
Dorcas
mentioned
,
as
if
the
information
were
of
importance
,
that
it
was
now
the
twelfth
of
May
.
Her
husband
started
.
"
The
twelfth
of
May
!
I
should
remember
it
well
,
"
muttered
he
,
while
many
thoughts
occasioned
a
momentary
confusion
in
his
mind
.
"
Where
am
I
?
Whither
am
I
wandering
?
Where
did
I
leave
him
?
"
Dorcas
,
too
well
accustomed
to
her
husband
’
s
wayward
moods
to
note
any
peculiarity
of
demeanor
,
now
laid
aside
the
almanac
and
addressed
him
in
that
mournful
tone
which
the
tender
hearted
appropriate
to
griefs
long
cold
and
dead
.
"
It
was
near
this
time
of
the
month
,
eighteen
years
ago
,
that
my
poor
father
left
this
world
for
a
better
.
He
had
a
kind
arm
to
hold
his
head
and
a
kind
voice
to
cheer
him
,
Reuben
,
in
his
last
moments
;
and
the
thought
of
the
faithful
care
you
took
of
him
has
comforted
me
many
a
time
since
.
Oh
,
death
would
have
been
awful
to
a
solitary
man
in
a
wild
place
like
this
!
"
"
Pray
Heaven
,
Dorcas
,
"
said
Reuben
,
in
a
broken
voice
,
—
"
pray
Heaven
that
neither
of
us
three
dies
solitary
and
lies
unburied
in
this
howling
wilderness
!
"
And
he
hastened
away
,
leaving
her
to
watch
the
fire
beneath
the
gloomy
pines
.
Reuben
Bourne
’
s
rapid
pace
gradually
slackened
as
the
pang
,
unintentionally
inflicted
by
the
words
of
Dorcas
,
became
less
acute
.
Many
strange
reflections
,
however
,
thronged
upon
him
;
and
,
straying
onward
rather
like
a
sleep
walker
than
a
hunter
,
it
was
attributable
to
no
care
of
his
own
that
his
devious
course
kept
him
in
the
vicinity
of
the
encampment
.
His
steps
were
imperceptibly
led
almost
in
a
circle
;
nor
did
he
observe
that
he
was
on
the
verge
of
a
tract
of
land
heavily
timbered
,
but
not
with
pine
-
trees
.
The
place
of
the
latter
was
here
supplied
by
oaks
and
other
of
the
harder
woods
;
and
around
their
roots
clustered
a
dense
and
bushy
under
-
growth
,
leaving
,
however
,
barren
spaces
between
the
trees
,
thick
strewn
with
withered
leaves
.
Whenever
the
rustling
of
the
branches
or
the
creaking
of
the
trunks
made
a
sound
,
as
if
the
forest
were
waking
from
slumber
,
Reuben
instinctively
raised
the
musket
that
rested
on
his
arm
,
and
cast
a
quick
,
sharp
glance
on
every
side
;
but
,
convinced
by
a
partial
observation
that
no
animal
was
near
,
he
would
again
give
himself
up
to
his
thoughts
.
He
was
musing
on
the
strange
influence
that
had
led
him
away
from
his
premeditated
course
,
and
so
far
into
the
depths
of
the
wilderness
.
Unable
to
penetrate
to
the
secret
place
of
his
soul
where
his
motives
lay
hidden
,
he
believed
that
a
supernatural
voice
had
called
him
onward
,
and
that
a
supernatural
power
had
obstructed
his
retreat
.
He
trusted
that
it
was
Heaven
’
s
intent
to
afford
him
an
opportunity
of
expiating
his
sin
;
he
hoped
that
he
might
find
the
bones
so
long
unburied
;
and
that
,
having
laid
the
earth
over
them
,
peace
would
throw
its
sunlight
into
the
sepulchre
of
his
heart
.
From
these
thoughts
he
was
aroused
by
a
rustling
in
the
forest
at
some
distance
from
the
spot
to
which
he
had
wandered
.
Perceiving
the
motion
of
some
object
behind
a
thick
veil
of
undergrowth
,
he
fired
,
with
the
instinct
of
a
hunter
and
the
aim
of
a
practised
marksman
.
