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Their Surroundings, Even Upon So Minor A Detail As A Smudge Of Flour
Upon The Hand That Mrs. Lachlan Extended To Him. She Was A Fat,
Dusky-Skinned Woman, Apparently Regarding Thompson With A Feeling Akin
To Awe. The Entire Family, Which Numbered At Least Nine Souls, Spoke In
The Broad Dialect Of Their Paternal Ancestors From The Heather Country
Overseas.
Thompson Spent An Hour There, An Hour Which Was Far From Conducive To A
Cheerful Survey Of The Field Wherein His Spiritual Labors Would Lie.
Aside From Sam Carr, Who Appeared To Be Looked Upon As The Nestor Of The
Chapter 3 (In Which Mr. Thompson Begins To Wonder Painfully) Pg 22Village, The Lachlans Were The Only Persons Who Either Spoke Or
Understood A Word Of English. And Thompson Found Himself More Or Less
Tongue-Tied With Them, Unable To Find Any Common Ground Of Intercourse.
They Were Wholly Illiterate. As A Natural Consequence The World Beyond
The Athabasca Region Was As Much Of An Unknown Quantity To Them As The
North Had Been To Thompson Before He Set Foot In It--As Much Of Its
Needs And Customs Were Yet, For That Matter. The Lachlan Virtues Of
Simplicity And Kindliness Were Overcast By Obvious Dirt And A General
Slackness. In So Far As Religion Went If They Were--As Breyette Had
Stated--Fond Of Preachers, It Was Manifestly Because They Looked Upon A
Preacher As A Very Superior Sort Of Person, And Not Because Of His
Gospel Message.
For When Mrs. Lachlan Hospitably Brewed A Cup Of Tea And Thompson Took
The Opportunity Of Making His Customary Prayer Before Food An Appeal
For Divine Essence To Be Showered Upon These Poor Sinful Creatures Of
Earth, The Lachlan Family Rose From Its Several Knees With An Air Of
Some Embarrassing Matter Well Past. And They Hastened To Converse
Volubly Upon The Weather And The Mosquitoes And Sam Carr's Garden And A
New Canoe That Lachlan's Boys Were Building, And Such Homely Interests.
As To Church And Service They Were Utterly Dumb, Patently Unable To
Follow Thompson's Drift When He Spoke Of Those Things. If They Had Souls
That Required Salvation They Were Blissfully Unconscious Of The Fact.
But They Urged Him To Come Again, When He Rose To Leave. They Seemed To
Regard Him As A Very Great Man, Whose Presence Among Them Was An Honor,
Even If His Purposes Were But Dimly Apprehended.
The Three Walked Back Across The Meadow, Breyette And Macdonald
Chattering Lightly, Thompson Rather Preoccupied. It Was Turning Out So
Different From What He Had Fondly Imagined It Would Be. He Had Envisaged
A Mode Of Living And A, And The First Mention In The Diary Reads: "There Is An
Ill-Looking, Squinting Man Called Bennett, Formerly Connected With Webb
In The Publication Of His Paper, Who Is Now Editor Of The _Herald_, One
Of The Penny Papers Which Are Hawked About The Streets By A Gang Of
Troublesome, Ragged Boys, And In Which Scandal Is Retailed To All Who
Delight In It, At That Moderate Price. This Man And Webb Are Now Bitter
Enemies, And It Was Nuts For Bennett To Be The Organ Of Mr. Lynch's Late
Vituperative Attack Upon Webb, Which Bennett Introduced In His Paper
With Evident Marks Of Savage Exultation." To That Famous Masked Ball
Given By The Brevoorts On The Evening Of February 24, 1840, In Their
House At Ninth Street And Fifth Avenue Hone Went Attired As Cardinal
Wolsey. He Forgot To Tell Of The Romance Of The Night, The Elopement Of
Miss Barclay And Young Burgwyne, Devoting His Space To The Expression Of
His Resentment Over The Presence At The Affair Of An Emissary Of
Bennett. "Whether The Notice They" (The Guests) "Took Of Him" (The
"Herald" Reporter), "And That Which They Extend To Bennett When He Shows
His Ugly Face In Wall Street, May Be Considered Approbatory Of The
Dirty Slanders And Unblushing Impudence Of The Paper They Conduct, Or Is
Intended To Purchase Their Forbearance Towards Themselves, The Effect Is
Equally Mischievous." Again, Date Of June 2, 1840: "The Punishment Of
The Law Adds To The Fellow's Notoriety, And Personal Chastisement Is
Pollution To Him Who Undertakes It. Write Him Down, Make Respectable
People Withdraw Their Support From The Vile Sheet, So That It Will Be
Considered Disgraceful To Read It, And The Serpent Will Be Rendered
Harmless." In The Entry Of February 14, 1842, Bennett Is: "The Impudent
Disturber Of The Public Peace, Whose Infamous Paper, The _Herald_, Is
Chapter 3 (In Which Mr. Thompson Begins To Wonder Painfully) Pg 23More Scurrilous, And Of Course More Generally Read, Than Any Other."
September 2, 1843, Hone Records That: "Bennett, The Editor Of The
_Herald_, Is On A Tour Through Great Britain, Whence He Furnishes Lies
And Scandal For The Infamous Paper Which Has Contributed So Much To
Corrupt The Morals And Degrade The Taste Of The People Of New York." In
One Of The Last Entries Of The Diary, A Few Months Before Hone's Death,
Allusion Is Made To A Personal Attack On The Editor By The Defeated
Candidate Of The Locofoco Party For The District-Attorneyship. "I Should
Be Well Pleased To Hear Of This Fellow Being Punished In This Way, And
Once A Week For The Remainder Of His Life, So That New Wounds Might Be
Inflicted Before The Old Ones Were Healed, Or Until The Fellow Left Off
Lying; But I Fear That The Editorial Miscreant In This Case Will Be More
Benefited Than Injured By This Attack."
A Man Of Literary Tastes, Or At Least A Man Who Wished To Be Regarded As
One Of Bookish Inclinations, Hone Seems Never To Have Had Any Great
Liking For Men Of Letters As Such. All Of The Gifted And Unhappy Poe's
Life In New York Came Within The Period Of The Diary, But In It Is To Be
Found Not A Single Mention Of His Name. There Was No Place At The Hone
Table For The Shabby, Impossible Genius. There Was An Impassable Gulf
Between The Well-Ordered Household Facing The City Hall Park, Or At The
Broadway And Great Jones Street Corner, And The Humble Carmine Street
Lodging, Or The Fordham Cottage. Early References To Fenimore Cooper,
Whom Hone First Met At An American Dinner To Lafayette In Paris In 1831,
Are Gracious Enough, For The Creator Of Leather-Stocking Was A
Personage, And It Suited Hone To Stand Well With Personages. But When,
Seven Years Later, Cooper Returned To The United States After His Long
Stay Abroad, And Incurred The Displeasure Of His Fellow-Countrymen, Hone
Was Quite Ready To Join In The Hue And Cry.
With Washington Irving It Was Another Matter. But Who Could Have Failed
To Feel Genial Towards The Quiet, Scholarly, Altogether Charming
Gentleman Of Sunnyside? Also The Legs Of Irving Fitted Well And Often
Under The Hone Mahogany, And The Part Of The Author That Was Perceptible
Abovrestful
Stillness,--Not To Him. It Was The Hollow Hush Of Huge Spaces Emptied Of
All Life. Life Was At His Elbow Almost But He Could Not Make Himself
Aware Of That. The Forested Wilderness Affected Him Much As A Small
Child Is Affected By The Dark. He Was Not Afraid Of This Depressing
Sense Of Emptiness, But It Troubled Him.
Before Nine O'clock In The Forenoon Had Rolled Around He Set Off With
The Express Purpose Of Making Himself Acquainted With Sam Carr. Carr Was
A White Man, A Scholar, Macleod Had Said. Passing Over The Other Things
Macleod Had Mentioned For His Benefit Thompson, In His Dimly Realized
Need Of Some Mental Stimulus, Could Not Think Of A White Man And A
Scholar Being Aught But A Special Blessing In That Primeval Solitude.
Thompson Had Run Across That Phrase In Books--Primeval Solitude. He Was
Just Beginning To Understand What It Meant.
He Set Out Upon His Quest Of Sam Carr With A Good Deal Of Unfounded
Hope. In His Own World, Beginning With The Churchly Leanings Of The
Spinster Aunts, Through The Successive Steps Of Education And His
Ultimate Training For The Ministry As A Profession, The Theological Note
Had Been The Note In Which He Reasoned And Thought And Felt. His
Environment Had Grounded Him In The Belief That All The World Vibrated
In Unison With The Theological Harmonies. He Had Never Had Any Doubts Or
Chapter 3 (In Which Mr. Thompson Begins To Wonder Painfully) Pg 24Equivocations. Faith Was Everything, And He Had Abundance Of Faith. As A
Matter Of Fact, Until He Encountered Macleod, The Factor Of Fort
Pachugan, He Had Never Crossed Swords With A Man Open And Sincere In
Disbelief Based On Rational Grounds. He Had Found Those Who Evaded And
Some Who Were Indifferent, Many Who Compromised, Never Before A Sweeping
Denial. He Could Not Picture An Atheist As Other Than A Perverted
Monster, A Moral Degenerate, The Personification Of All Evil. This Was
His Conception Of Such As Denied His God. Blasphemers. Foredoomed To
Hell. Yet He Had Found Macleod Hospitable, Ready With Kindly Advice,
Occupying A Position Of Trust In The Service Of A Great Company. Was It
After All Possible That The Essence Of Christianity Might Not Be The
Exclusive Possession Of Christians?
Insensibly He Had To Modify Certain Sweeping Convictions. He Was Not
Conscious Of This Inner Compulsion When He Concluded To Try And Meet Sam
Carr Without Making Theology An Issue. Somehow This Man Carr Began To
Loom In The Background Of His Thought As A Commanding Figure. At Least,
Thompson Said To Himself As He Passed Through The Fringe Of Timber, Sam
Carr By All Accounts Was A Person To Whom An Educated Man Could Speak
In Words Of More Than Two Syllables Without Meeting The Blank Stare Of
Incomprehension.
The Lachlans Were Worthy People Enough, But--He Shook His Head
Despondently. As For The Crees--Well, He Had Been At Lone Moose Less
Than Forty-Eight Hours And He Was Wondering If The Board Of Home
Missions Always Shot As Blindly At A Distant Mark. It Would Take Him A
Year To Learn The First Smatterings Of Their Tongue. A Year! He Had
Understood That The Lone Moose Crees Were Partly Under Civilized
Influences. Certainly He Had Believed That His Predecessors In The Field
Had Laid Some Sort Of Foundation For The Work He Was To Carry On. It Was
Considered A Matter Of Course That The Mission Quarters Were Livable,
That Some Sort Of Meeting Place Had Been Provided.
There Was A Monetary Basis For That Belief. Some Two Thousand Dollars
Had Been Expended, Or Perhaps The Better Word Would Be Appropriated, For
That Purpose. Mr. Thompson Could
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