. The deerslayer : or, The first war-path, a tale . man, a sentiment so gentle, as to he almost imperceptible toherself, and which could never have existed at all, had her rea-son possessed more cormnand over her senses, was for ever lostin thoughts of a more elevated, though scarcely of a purer cha-racter. Of what are you thinking, my sweet sister? whisperedJudith ; tell me that I may aid you at this moment. Mother—I see mother, now, and bright beings around herin the lake. Why isnt Father there ? Its odd that I can seemother when I cant see you! Farewell, Judith. The last words were uttered
. The deerslayer : or, The first war-path, a tale . man, a sentiment so gentle, as to he almost imperceptible toherself, and which could never have existed at all, had her rea-son possessed more cormnand over her senses, was for ever lostin thoughts of a more elevated, though scarcely of a purer cha-racter. Of what are you thinking, my sweet sister? whisperedJudith ; tell me that I may aid you at this moment. Mother—I see mother, now, and bright beings around herin the lake. Why isnt Father there ? Its odd that I can seemother when I cant see you! Farewell, Judith. The last words were uttered after a pause, and her sisterhail hung over her some time, in anxious watchfulness, befoieshe perceived that the gentle spirit had departed. Thus diedHetty Hutter, one of those mysterious links between the mate-rial and immaterial world, which, while they appear to bedeprived of so much that is esteemed, and necessary for thisstate of being, draw so near to, and offer so beautiful an illustra-tion of the truth, purity, and simplicity of 584 THE DEERSLAYER. CHAPTER XXXIT. A barons chylde to bo bcgykle I it were a cursed dede :To be felavve with an outlawe ! Almighty God forbede !Yea, better were, the poor squyere, alone to forest yede,Than ye sholde say, another day, that by my cursed dedeYe were betrayed : wherefore, good mayde, the best rede that I canIs, that I to the grene wode go, alone, a bunyshed man. Notbrownk Mayde. The day that followed proved to be melancholy, though oneof much activity. The soldiers, who had so lately beenemployed in interring their victims, were now called on to burytheir own dead. The scene of the morning had left a saddenedfeeling on all the gentlemen of the party, and the rest felt theinfluence of a similar sensation, in a variety of ways, and frommany causes. Hour dragged on after hour until eveningarrived, and then came the last melancholy offices, in honorof poor Hetty Hutter. Her body was laid in the lake by theside of that of the
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