Cahoonshee roused.
I have sent for you, friends, to make my last request. Before the setting of many suns, this mortal will put on immortality. This spirit will go to the Happy Hunting Grounds. My request is that my body be buried on the Pine Knoll west of my cabin on the Steneykill.
It shall be done, said Drake and Walter at the same time.
Cahoonshee continued:
My books and writings I give to Charles Drake. My gun and other property I give to Tom and his father, and to Amy my furs.
Here his voice faltered. His eyes closed and for several minutes he seemed to be communing with the Spirits in the Spirit World. His countenance showed that it was a struggle of mental duty that he wished to perform before he shut his eyes for the last time.
Raise me up a little higher. Come here, boy. Something tells me that I have another request to make. I may be wrong.
You can’t be wrong. You never did wrong. Make your request, and it shall be obeyed. I have followed your advice through life. At death, and in the presence of these friends, I promise to revere it.
I have something to give away. It consists of mind and matter. Have I a right to give it? Heaven direct me.
Heaven will direct you, and what heaven directs must be right, replied Drake. What is it, father, that you wish to give away?