cting an injury,
takes care not to expose himself to harm. Esther knew all this, and
for these reasons, perhaps, if with Holden she was vague, with his son
she was oracular. Consequently, Pownal only laughed at her, when she
spoke of himself, as well, indeed, he might, but when she referred
to his father, the case was altered. Not that any clear, well-defined
danger presented itself, but as in low, monotonous tones the squaw
proceeded, darkly hinting at what she would not explain, an oppression
fell upon his spirits as strange as it was painful. We can liken it
to nothing with more propriety than to that dim sense of terror and
discomfort which is sometimes observed in the inferior animals at the
approach of an eclipse or the bursting of a hurricane. Yielding to the
mysterious monitor, and prompt in action as he was rapid in judgment,
Pownal proceeded instantly to seek his father.

CHAPTER XXXV.

And with him thousand phantoms joined
Who prompt to deeds accursed the mind,
And those the fiends who, near allied,
O'er Nature's wounds and wrecks preside;
While Vengeance, in the lurid air,
Lifts his right arm, exposed and bare.

COLLINS.

Ohquamehud, with all his burning passion for revenge, dared not
undertake anything against his enemy, in opposition to the commands of
the Manito. After the signal interposition, as he conceived it to
be, in favor of Holden at the cabin of the latter, he thought it not
prudent to renew the attempt at the same place. The terror of that
moment was too deeply impressed to allow him to hazard its repetition.
But the power of that Manito might not extend elsewhere, and there
were other Manitos who, perhaps, were more powerful, and might be more
propitious. He would endeavor to conciliate one of them, and so arrive
at the accomplishment of his wishes.

It has been observed that the falls of the Yaupaae were a favorite
place of resort for the Solitary. Especially at this season of the
year (for it was now the delicious month of June, the loveliest of the
twelve) did he love to haunt its neighborhood. There was something
in the wild scenery, in the dash and tumult of the water, and in
its ceaseless shout, that harmonized well with his feelings in their
various moods. His was a grand soul, and felt itself allied to the
grandeur of nature. As the air, driven through the pipes of a mighty
organ, issues out in solemn concords and divine harmonies, of power to
lift the spi