“That was great,” said Abe, enthusiastically, as he led the way up a steep and winding2 path. “You dished that feller easy. How did you do it?”
“I just tackled him.”
“What’s that?”
“Don’t you know anything about football?”
“Naw!”
“Well, when a chap on the other side has the ball and is running up the field with it and you want to stop him, you make a dive at his knees and clasp your arms right above ’em; and the faster he’s going, the harder he’ll fall.”
“I’d like to learn that game,” remarked Abe with some show of enthusiasm.
“What a nice little stream that is,” continued Clarence, waving his hand towards a tiny streamlet beside their upward path. “I like the sound of running water, don’t you? There ought to be a waterfall somewhere about here.”
“There is; it’s furder up.”
“Are you fond of Tennyson, Abe?”
“Eh? What’s that? Another game?”
“He’s a poet.”
“A what?”
“A poet: he writes verses, you know.”
“I don’t read nothin’.”
“Well, listen to this:
“‘I come from haunts of coot and hern,
??I make a sudden sally
And sparkle out among the fern
??To bicker3 down a valley!’”
“Sally is a girl’s name,” said Abe, whose brows had grown wrinkled from concentrated attention.
“I don’t think you quite got the idea of those lines,” said Clarence suavely4. “But just listen to this:
“‘I chatter5, chatter as I flow
??To join the brimming river;
For men may come and men may go,
??But I go on forever.’”
“Say that again, will you?”
Clarence obligingly and with some attention to elocution repeated the famous stanza6.
“Who said that?” asked Abe.
“Tennyson.”
“What was he chattering7 for?”
“He wasn’t chattering; it was the brook8 that chattered9.”
“Well, why didn’t he say so, then? He said, ‘I chatter.’”
“Oh, hang it! He put those words into the mouth of the brook.”
“But a brook ain’t got no mouth.”
“Yes; but he put himself in place of the brook. He just imagined what the brook would say, if it could talk. Listen once more.” And for the third time and still more melodramatically Clarence gave voice to the quatrain.
“Tennysee was a fool. The idea of a feller taking himself to be a brook. Why, if he was a brook, he couldn’t talk anyhow.”
“Abe, you’re hopeless.”
“See here, don’t you call me no names.”
“You’re a literalist!”
“You’re another, and you’re a liar10!”
“Oh!” cried Clarence, gurgling with delight, “here are the Pictured Rocks, sure enough. And a cave!”
Beside the stream, a vast bed of rocks in veritable war-paint, hollowed at the centre into a rather large cavern11, greeted the eyes of the astonished youth. The colors in horizontal layers were gay and well-defined, red being predominant.
“This is where the Injuns used to come for their paint,” explained Abe, forgetting his grievance12 in the pleasure of being a cicerone. “They used to come down this path and daub themselves up, and then cross the river to Wisconsin, and shoot the Injuns on the other side with their bows and arrers.”
Clarence was examining the surface of the rock. It was easy to rub away the outer part of the soft layers.
“Say, Abe, let me paint you. I think you’d make a fine Indian.” And Clarence with a handful of red sand sprang smilingly at his guide.
“You go on and paint yourself,” growled13 Abe, backing quickly. As a result, he missed his footing, slipped and fell into the tiny stream, where he sat for several seconds before it occurred to him to rise.
“Ha, ha, ha!” screamed Clarence. His silvery laughter, clear and sweet, was caught up by the echoes and came back translated into the merriment of elfland.
Much as the echoes seemed to appreciate his burst of glee, it did not appeal at all to the wrathful guide. His face had grown red as a turkey-cock’s; his fists doubled, and he was on the point of assaulting the unsuspecting Clarence.
“Oh, hark, oh, hear!” cried Clarence with a gesture and in a voice so high and ringing that Abe was startled, and paused in the execution of his revenge.
“Did you hear ’em?”
“Hear what?”
“The echoes. They’re the horns of elfland, you know.”
“The what!” exclaimed Abe. He had a dread14 of the unknown word.
“The horns of elfland faintly blowing.”
“You’re blowing yourself. Here you”——Abe stooped, picked up a small twig15 and placed it on one shoulderband of his blue overalls16—“Knock that chip off’n my shoulder!”
Clarence surveyed his offended companion severely17.
“Abe, come on; let’s go up. You know, I owe you a dollar. If you were to put one of my beautiful blue eyes into mourning, I think I’d claim that dollar for damages and then where would you be?”
“Well, then, you stop using them big words.”
“All right, Abe.”
With an occasional shout to set the wild echoes flying, the two pursued their steep upward way. For the most part, there was no conversation.
When they reached the waterfall, nothing would do Clarence but at the risk of life and limb to get under the hollow rock, over which fell the water in a wide but thin stream, and, extending his head and opening his mouth, catch what drops he could as they fell.
“Abe!” he suddenly said, “I think I know now where the goddess of adventure lives.”
“Eh? What?”
“If ever I wish to communicate with that bright-eyed lady, I’ll address my letters thus:
“‘To the Goddess of Adventure,
?????The Bright-eyed Waterfall,
?????????Pictured Rocks,
?????????????Iowa, U. S. A.’”
“You drop that goddess of adventure. I don’t believe in no such foolishness as that.”
“All right, Abe, if you don’t believe in her, she doesn’t exist. Now for the top.”
Up they went, with quick steps and, as regards Clarence, steady breathing. Abe was puffing18. Loose living had reached out into the future and gained for him the “far off interest of years.” Abe belonged to that steadily19 increasing class of Americans who, growing up without recognition of any law of God or man are destined20 to be short-lived in the land.
Presently, they were at the summit.
“Look,” cried Abe, his sulkiness yielding momentarily to a spark of enthusiasm. He led the way forward a few feet and paused.
“Oh-h-h-h-!” cried Clarence.
Far, far below, the river rolled its flashing length, the broad river, silvery in the sun, the broad river with its green wooded islands, its lagoons21, its lesser22 streams, its lakes. To the southeast another body of water, yet more silvery, emptied itself into the Mississippi. Beside both and around both and all the way that eye could see up and down the Mississippi River rose the full-bosomed hills, older than the Pyramids, holding their secrets of the past in a calm not to be broken till the day of judgment23. Between the hills and the river, on the Wisconsin side, lay the valley, rich in golden grain, dotted here and there with granary and farm-house. It was in very deed a panorama24 beautiful in each detail, doubly so in its variety.
“What river is that?” asked Clarence.
“What! Don’t you know that? I thought from the way you were talking that you knew everything. That’s the Wisconsin River.”
“You don’t say! Why, that’s where Marquette came down. Think of that, Abe. Marquette came down that river and discovered the upper Mississippi. He must have passed right near to where we’re standing25.”
“I’ve been round this river all my life, and I never heard of no Marquette. Who was he?”
“He was a priest.”
“A Catlic?”
“Yes, and a Jesuit.”
“I hate those dirty Catlics,” growled Abe, spitting savagely26.
Behold27, gentle reader, Abe’s religion. He hated Catholics, and in doing so felt consciously pious28. He belongs, it must be sadly confessed, to the largest church in the backwoods of America; the Great Unlettered Church. So worldly a thing as a railroad has been known to put their religion to flight.
“I’m not a Catholic myself,” said Clarence, losing for the moment his light manner, “and I believe they’re superstitious29 and away behind the times; but I don’t hate them. Anybody who reads books knows that there have been splendid men and women who were good Catholics. A Church that has lived and kept fully30 alive for nineteen hundred years is not to be sneezed at.”
“Sneezed at! What do you want to sneeze at it for? What good would that do? We ought to blow it up.”
“My son,” said Clarence, raising his head, tilting31 his chin and assuming a paternal32 air, “I’m beginning to despair of you. A moment ago, you remember, I said you were a literalist. Well, it’s worse than that. You’re a pessimist33.”
At this Abe broke into a torrent34 of profanity. In this particular sort of diction he showed a surprising facility.
“Excuse me, friend,” said Clarence, “for breaking in upon your exquisite35 soliloquy; but would you mind telling me what that big building over there in the distance is? It seems to be across the river from McGregor.”
“That,” said Abe with some unction in his tones, “is Champeen College.”
“Champeen College?”
“Yes, the Catlics are trying to run it, but them guys doesn’t even know how to spell it. They leave out the H. I saw their boat—a fellow told me about it—and sure enough they didn’t have no H.”
Clarence pondered for a few moments.
“Look here,” he said presently. “Perhaps you mean Champion College.”
“That’s just what I said; Champeen College.”
“You say Champeen; you mean Champion.”
“That’s what I’ve said all along—Champeen College.”
Again Clarence reflected.
“Oh!” he said, breaking into a smile, “I think I’ve got it. Leaving out that H you have Campion College. That’s it, I’ll bet; and Campion was a wonderful Jesuit priest, famous in history and novel. He died a martyr36.”
Hereupon the butcher’s boy proceeded to express his sentiments on the Jesuits. He declared them at some length and with no little profanity.
“I think,” observed Clarence calmly, when Abe had stopped more for want of breath than of language, “that it’s about time to start down, if we want to have that swim. Be good enough, gentle youth, to lead the way.”
Their descent was along another roadway, south of the one by which they had come up. In parts, the path was so steep that it was difficult to keep one’s foothold.
Abe led sullenly37. He was deep in thought. The problem of beginning life again was facing him, beginning life with one pair of ancient overalls, a shirt, a jack-knife, shoes that had seen better days, and, in prospect38, the handsome sum of one dollar. There was no question of his beginning life at McGregor. There confronted him, indeed, a difficulty, apparently39 insurmountable, in showing his face there at all. Abe figured to himself an irate40 boat-owner waiting at the landing for the person who had had the boldness to take away his skiff. How, then, he reflected, could he collect his dollar, get Clarence back, and escape unobserved. One plan would be to land below McGregor and let Clarence go the rest of the way alone. But even that plan had its risks. Doubtless, there were boatmen on the river even now in quest of the missing craft. Much thinking was alien to Abe’s manner of life; continuous thinking, impossible. He left the solution in the lap of the gods, therefore, and started conversation with his companion. With Abe, language was not the expression of, but rather an escape from, thought. So he gabbled away, going from one subject to another with an inconsequence which bridged tremendous gulfs of subject.
In an unhappy moment, he became foul41 in his expression. He did not, by reason of being in the advance, see the blush that mantled42 his companion’s face.
“Suppose you change the subject,” said Clarence, giving, as he spoke43, Master Abe a hearty44 shove with both arms.
If dropping the subject entirely45 is equivalent to changing it, Abe was perfectly46 obedient. At any rate, he certainly changed his base; and before the words were well out of Clarence’s mouth, Abe was sliding down the steep incline at a rate which would have outdistanced the average runner. He went full thirty feet before a friendly stump47 brought him to a pause.
“Look here,” cried Abe, remaining seated where he had come to a stop, and rubbing himself; “What did you mean?”
“You aren’t hurt, are you?” enquired48 the sailor-clad youth, drawing near and really looking sympathetic.
“Hurt!” echoed Abe, rising as he spoke “I’m sore; and,” he continued as he craned his neck to see what had happened to his clothes, “my overalls is torn.”
“So they is,” assented49 Clarence, his love of mischief50 once more in the ascendant. “How much are those overalls worth?”
“I paid eighty-five cents for them.”
“Very good. I’ll give you two dollars instead of one. Is that all right?”
“Suppose you pay me now,” suggested Abe, holding out his hand.
“No you don’t,” answered Clarence. Our young lover of adventure was not of a suspicious disposition51; nevertheless it was plain to him that Abe, once he had the money, would, as like as not, either attempt to take revenge for the indignities52 shown him, or desert at once and leave his charge to shift, as best he might, for himself. In fact, it would be just like Abe to refuse the further services of the boat. “We’ll take our swim first, and then when we’re on the boat and in sight of McGregor I’ll pay you the two dollars.”
Still rubbing himself, and muttering savagely under his breath, Abe led the way down. The descent was soon accomplished53, and presently the two boys were disrobing.
“My ma told me that I might take a swim this morning,” remarked Clarence, “provided I went in with some person who knew the river well, and who could show me a good place. Do you know the river and how to swim well?”
“I guess I do. Why, I know this river by heart.” Here Abe paused, gazed carefully at the boat, and suddenly brightened up as though some happy thought had found lodgment in his primitive54 brain. “And look here,” he continued impressively, “I want to show you something. You see that place where my boat is?”
“Seems to me I do.”
“Well, going down the river from where that boat lays is the most dangerous spot you can find. It is a risk for the best swimmer—big men swimmers—to go in there.”
“See here, I don’t want to go and get drowned,” protested Clarence. The young gentleman, having doffed55 his sailor costume, revealed to the admiring eyes of his companion a beautiful brand new bathing suit of heavenly blue, evidently put on for this occasion. Clarence had left home that morning prepared to go swimming.
“Oh, you won’t get drownded; there’s a place up stream just a little ways that I told you about where a hen could swim. We can row up there in no time. Get in the boat, in the stern, and I’ll row you.”
“As you say, so shall it be, fair sir,” and with this Clarence tumbled into the boat.
“That’s it,” said Abe, encouragingly, as he proceeded to shove the boat into the water.
“Hey! You’ve forgotten the oars56,” said Clarence.
For answer Abe continued to push the boat.
“The oars! The oars!” cried Clarence.
“You don’t need no oars,” shouted Abe as with a tremendous effort he sent the boat spinning out into the current. “Now, smartie, I’ve fixed57 you! You stay right in there where you are, or you’ll be drownded sure.”
The boat with its solitary58 occupant was now fully thirty feet from the shore. Clarence, possessed59 of one single-piece swimming suit and nothing else in the world, turned pale with alarm.
“What’s the meaning of this?” he cried.
“There ain’t no meaning,” returned Abe, thoughtfully going through the pockets of Clarence’s sailor suit. “You just sit tight and maybe you’ll land in St. Louis by the end of the month.”
“Look here, I’ve got to be back at McGregor by twelve o’clock,” remonstrated60 Clarence, “You’re carrying this joke too far.”
“You’ll not see McGregor today, nor yet tomorrow,” answered Abe, grimly, as he wrapped up in Clarence’s handkerchief the paper money and the silver which he had found.
Clarence noticed with dismay that his boat, now at least twenty-five yards from the shore, was going down the stream at what seemed to him a very rapid rate.
In the meantime, Abe, having securely hid the money, stood on the shore and grinned triumphantly61 at the boy in the boat.
“You will use big words, will you? You will try to be funny, will you? You will shove me down the hill; you will come round here showing off in your dandy clothes! Next time you get a chanst, you won’t be so smart—Now, what have you got to say for yourself?”
The youth in the current saw that, so far as the butcher’s boy was concerned, his case was hopeless. In reply, then, to this question, he opened his pretty mouth, lifted his head proudly, and carolled forth62:
“Ta-ra-ra-boom-de-ay,
?Ta-ra-ra-boom-de-ay,
?Ta-ra-ra-boom-de-ay,
?Ta-ra-ra-boom-de-ay!”
As Clarence was singing, Master Abe, throwing out both hands in a gesture of defiance63, suddenly bolted into the bushes. He was gone, leaving on the shore his own and Clarence’s clothes.
The deserted64 youth in the boat came to an end of his singing. He had sung bravely to the last note. He never sang “Ta-ra-ra-boom-de-ay” again. Abe was gone: he was alone. Clarence at last gave in. He burst into tears and wept for some time in sore bitterness of heart.
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