CHAPTER V.

"Groves freshened, as he looked, and flowers
Showed bright on rocky bank,
And fountains welled beneath the bowers,
Where deer and pheasant drank;
He saw the glittering streams, he heard
The rustling bough and twittering bird."

BRYANT.


The mind of Ohquamehud dwelt upon his meeting with Holden. Sleeping or
waking, the image of the latter pursued him. But it was not always
in the shape of the Recluse that the vision appeared. More often it
assumed the form of a young man, in the garb of a western hunter, with
a rifle in his hand. Then rose up, in connection with him, boundless
forests, through which the deer stole noiselessly, and the screech
of the catamount was heard. And then again he hunted, and as he
approached the game he had shot, Holden approached and claimed it as
his; or he was on a war-path, and stumbled against a log, and fell;
and as he strove to rise, the log was changed into Holden, who
grappled him in a death-struggle--wherever he was, and whithersoever
he turned his eyes, there was the young man, seeming to be, and
yet not to be Holden, and haunting him like a shadow. As these
imaginations possessed themselves more and more of the Indian's mind,
he began to fancy himself the victim of some incantation, with which
he naturally connected the Recluse as the cause; and, finally,
by continual brooding on the subject, both his appetite and sleep