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When Chocorua returned he could not be persuaded that his son had fallen victim to his own ignorance, but ascribed his death to the white man's treachery, and one day, when Campbell entered his cabin from the fields, he found there the corpses of his wife and children scalped and mangled. He was not a man to lament at such a time: hate was stronger than sorrow. A fresh trail led from his door.
Drawing himself erect and stretching forth his hands he invoked anathema on his enemies in these words: "A curse upon you, white men! May the Great Spirit curse you when he speaks in the clouds, and his words are fire! Chocorua had a son and you killed him while the sky looked bright. Lightning blast your crops! Winds and fire destroy your dwellings! The Evil One breathe death upon your cattle!
No one who has not tried this method of sleeping in the open in cool weather can have the slightest idea of the blissfulness of it. Of course, if there are insects they will find one. There were insects on Chocorua and they found the Meadow-Brook Girls, creeping over their faces, getting into their hair, but failing to find their way under the tightly rolled blankets.
Nothing but mountains running in long parallels, or bending ridge behind ridge, visible, here blazing in sunlight, there gloomy with shadow, and all related to the towering mass of the imperial Washington. "And Chocorua is the only mountain here whose summit is honored with a legend.
To the north, Moosilauke, Chocorua, Lafayette, Mount Washington and the main peaks of the principal White Mountain group lie sharply outlined. The Ossipee Mountain toward the east, the Uncanoonacs in the distance, Ragged and Sunapee and Kearsarge, near neighbors, claimed attention. In the far western horizon Ascutney, Camel's Hump, Mount Mansfield, and Jay Peak showed hazy and indistinct.
You will provide climbing equipment. I understand from Miss McCarthy that you are a climber." "I'm everything and anything in the White Mountain Range," answered the guide boldly. "Then, what do you say if we make Mount Chocorua first?" "Perhaps you had better decide for us." "This mountain is three thousand five hundred feet high.
"There are too many thtoneth," objected Tommy. "I thhall be afraid of thtubbing my toeth all the time." "Lift your feet and you won't," suggested Margaret, with a smile. "Buthter, I didn't athk for your advithe," retorted Tommy. "There are the foothills," interrupted the guide, "and there is Chocorua. Isn't she a beauty?" This was the girls' first real glimpse of the White Mountains.
Chocorua loomed high in the air, reminding them of pictures they had seen of ancient temples, except that this was higher than any temple they had ever seen pictured. Its gray domes, flanked by the other tops of the neighboring range, stood out clearly defined. "Three thousand five hundred feet above sea level," the guide informed them, waving a hand toward Chocorua.
Then Chocorua turned and sped swiftly to the far end of the shelf, near where we got the water for our supper, and, without an instant's hesitation, leaped far out into space." "Oh!" exclaimed the girls shudderingly. "The body of the chief dashed from rock to rock, finally dropping into the lake which you saw as we came up. Then a strange thing occurred.
Your graves lie in the war-path of the Indian! Panthers howl and wolves fatten over your bones! Chocorua goes to the Great Spirit. His curse stays with the white man." The report of Campbell's rifle echoed from the ledges and Chocorua leaped into the air, plunging to the rocks below. His mangled remains were afterward found and buried near the Tamworth path.
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