Mark didn’t wake up till nearly three o’clock. As soon as he’d stretched and rubbed his little eyes open we launched our canoe and started again.
I’ve told you how the Père Marquette River turned and wriggled1 and twisted. It wasted an awful lot of time getting to Lake Michigan, and went about five times as far as there was any need of. Some of the water was more enterprising, though. It wasn’t all satisfied to wander around aimless-like. This ambitious part of the water was always taking short cuts. How can a river shortcut2? Easy—just as easy as falling off a log. When the main part of the river would go sweeping3 off in a big loop the part that was in a hurry would find a low spot and cut right across the base of the loop. It would be just as if you were making a letter “U” with your pencil and, when it was done, drew a line across the opening at the top of it, connecting the two ends. The folks in that country call these short cuts cut-offs.
A cut-off usually is narrow, sometimes not more than six feet wide, and hardly ever more than ten. And how the current in one of them does pelt4 along! It goes about twice as fast as in the river, and it isn’t going slow in the river, you’d better know. We came to one of them about five o’clock that afternoon. Quite a while before we got to it you could hear the water in it rushing and gurgling.
“Somethin’ ahead,” I says. “Wonder if it’s a rapids.”
“S-sounds more like pourin’ water down a spout,” says Mark.
We went slow so as to be on the safe side. We couldn’t see anything that looked dangerous or exciting; in fact, we couldn’t see anything at all to make the sound. But in a couple of minnits we came opposite a cut in the bank and could see an eddy5 turning toward it. We edged over. The water was sweeping through just like it was being poured out of a pitcher6. It wasn’t a fall, but it was a slant7. The water was running down-hill, all right.
“Wonder where it goes?” I asked.
“D-dun’no’,” says Mark. “Looks like it might be f-f-fun. Let’s slide down it.”
That was our first acquaintance with cut-offs.
We turned in the canoe, and all of a sudden the water grabbed it and shot it ahead. We weren’t expecting it, and before we knew it we were twisted almost around and nearly banged against the bank. We dug our paddles in, though, and straightened her up. After that all we had to do was hold her straight—the current did the rest. It was like coasting.
Don’t think we weren’t kept busy, though. There were twists and turns and points and stones and brush-piles. All of these kept getting in the way, and it wasn’t so easy as you may think to keep away from them.
After we’d been shooting along for half an hour we whirled around a bend, and there the stream split in two. I looked one way, and there, across the water, lay a big tree that had fallen. As quick as I could I swung the other way, and, kersmash! we crashed against a sharp snag. You could hear it rip the side of the canoe. We hung there a minnit and then swung toward shore, where the current got a good push at the canoe and came pretty near to upsetting it. I jumped out in the water, which was only above my knees, and hung on. Mark jumped, too, but he hit a deeper spot and got in pretty nearly to his shoulders. It was a tussle8 for a little while, but at last we got the canoe swung around so she was all right, except for the hole in her side. Then we waded9 ashore10.
The place where we landed was on a sharp point where the cut-off divided. The stream pelted11 down on either side of us, and disappeared in the woods. The ground we stood on was black, oozy12 marsh13. As soon as you picked up a foot your track filled with water.
“N-nice pickle,” says Mark.
“Fine,” says I.
“Haul her ashore,” says he; and we got a grip on the canoe and dragged it up beside us.
“L-lucky I brought that p-paint and canvas,” says he, all puffed14 up about himself. Mark liked to have folks appreciate what he did, I can tell you.
“Been luckier,” I says, “if we hadn’t come foolin’ down this offshoot. We’d ’a’ done better to stick to the river.”
“No use f-fussin’ about it now. We’re here!”
That was just like Mark, too. He never worried about what might have happened, but always got to work fixing up what had happened.
We took everything out of the canoe and turned the canoe bottom side up. From there on I wasn’t much good. Mark was the fellow that fixed15 it. He pounded and whittled17 and fussed around till it began to get dark.
“Wish we’d b-brought a lantern,” says he.
“So do I,” says I. “I hain’t in love with campin’ out here with no light.”
“I mean to f-f-fix the canoe.”
“Can’t finish it to-night now,” I says. “Better leave it and come look for a place to camp. It don’t look to me as if there was anything but swamp for miles.”
“We’ll have to m-m-make a place to camp,” says he.
“How?” I asked him. “Up in a tree?”
“We might do that,” says he, “if it was n-necessary, but it ain’t.”
“What, then?”
“I dun’no’ yet. Lemme think.”
He leaned up against a big tree and began tugging18 at his puffy cheek. He always does that when he’s studying. If he runs onto something harder than usual he whittles19. You can make up your mind, when you see him whittling20, that pretty soon you’ll hear an idea that’s an idea. This time he didn’t seem to think it was necessary to whittle16.
I thought of a bed Mark made once before by cutting four forked stakes and laying poles across them, and then cross-pieces, but here the ground was so soggy and oozy we would have had to drive telegraph-poles to get deep enough to hold. If we made stake-beds they’d be sunk down so we laid in the mud in half an hour.
All the time we were smacking21 mosquitoes. As soon as we came ashore it looked as if they came swarming22 down to chase us away. If there had been any way for us to go they would have done it, too. We didn’t want to stay. I can’t think of any place we wouldn’t rather have been.
“I g-g-got it,” says Mark at last. “Come on b-b-back where the trees are thicker.”
We wallowed back into the woods, feet wet, sweat running off from us in streams, and mosquito-bites from head to foot. I never imagined anybody could be so uncomfortable.
Mark had the ax. After a while he stopped and began measuring between trees. I looked to see if I could study out his scheme, but I couldn’t. There were four trees standing23 in a sort of square about ten feet apart. I could see how we could use them for the posts of a bed if they were cut down, but we didn’t have any nails to fasten poles to them, or any other way of doing it that I could see.
Mark measured carefully between two of the trees and then went to cut down a small tree about six inches thick. I helped at that. We carried it back to the four big trees and put it down. Then Mark picked up the ax and began chopping into one of the big trees about three feet from the ground.
“It’ll take all night to chop that tree down,” I says.
He didn’t answer anything, but kept right on chopping. Pretty soon he had a notch24 cut out about three inches deep. The bottom edge of the notch was parallel with the ground. When he had that finished he chopped another notch in the opposite tree.
“There,” says he, “that’s a b-b-beginning.”
I didn’t say anything, because I couldn’t guess what he was up to, and it isn’t safe to make fun of one of his schemes till you’re pretty sure it isn’t going to work.
The next thing he did was to cut a chunk25 off the little tree just long enough to reach from the inside edge of the notch in one tree to the inside edge of the notch in the other. It was a tight fit, and he had to pound to make it go in. But it did go. There, about three feet above the ground, was a six-inch-thick log running from one tree to the other, and up good and solid.
“S-see now?” Mark asked.
I did see. He gave me the ax, and I cut notches26 in the other two trees, and in them we fitted another small log. The rest was easy. Between the two we laid a lot of poles, and on top of the poles we piled boughs27 and leaves until we had a good, soft bed. When that was done we had a place to sleep, but we didn’t have anything to keep away the mosquitoes. Neither had we had anything to eat.
We built two fires, one to cook by and the other for a smudge. I suppose we could have eaten raw potatoes if we had to, but we didn’t have to. Mark fussed around under some bundles and pulled out some bacon he’d sliced at the house, and some potatoes. Then out of a box of sand he dug four eggs. I knew I might have trusted him to see we wouldn’t starve.
By the time we had supper cooked and eaten and the things washed up we were plenty tired. We’d have gone off to bed, only we didn’t think the mosquitoes would let us sleep.
We sat up awhile in the smudge, but finally I couldn’t stand it any longer. It was too nasty on the ground. We both climbed up on the bed and rolled up in our blankets.
“H-hope we find your uncle Hieronymous before another n-night,” says Mark.
There’s only one good thing I can say about that night—we weren’t cold. Everything else in the world was the matter with it. If there hadn’t been anything but just the idea of sleeping off there alone in the heart of the woods it would have been very comfortable. How did we know what sort of animal might come along? And there might be snakes! It’s easy for Tallow and Plunk to say they wouldn’t been nervous, but they were back in uncle’s house, where they could lock the door and get in bed. You don’t want to say you would be so mighty28 brave in a place until you’ve been in it.
We did sleep some. Most likely we slept more than we thought we did. At any rate, it wasn’t enough. I was waked up just about the crack of day, and I was mean enough to wake Mark up for company. We laid and talked a spell, and then got up to finish fixing the canoe and have our breakfast.
It didn’t take so very long to patch up the canoe so it would float and didn’t leak. Breakfast was pretty thin, too. We didn’t feel like cooking, somehow.
The next thing on the program was to haul the canoe around the fallen tree and get into it. This wasn’t so easy as it sounds, especially the getting-into-it part. We tugged29 and pulled her over to the water, but the bank dropped off sharp, and the current just more than rushed by. Mark tied a rope to the canoe and got in. She was half in the water then. I pushed her along till she was all afloat, but I didn’t dare let go my hold on the rope to jump in myself. I stood three or four feet from the shore, pulling for dear life to keep the canoe from getting away from me.
“P-p-put the rope around that tree,” says Mark, pointing. “Then th-throw the end to me. I can hold her that way, and let her g-go when I want to.”
I did what he said and got the end of the rope to him, all right. It was as simple as could be. I could have thought of it myself, only somehow I didn’t happen to. Mark was one of the kind of fellows that usually happen to think of what they need to think of.
I scrambled30 aboard, and Mark let go the rope. We spun31 around twice before we could get control of the canoe again, but no harm came of it.
The stream carried us along at a ripping speed. We began to breathe in the good air, and after a while the tiredness was breathed out of us and we began to enjoy ourselves. It was pretty in those woods. All along the edge of the stream were flowers, and birds were flying overhead, and turtles and frogs were splashing in as we went by. Somehow it didn’t seem as if a human being ever saw it all before. There wasn’t a thing to make you think a man ever was near. It was just woods, woods, woods, and stream, stream, stream. I’ll bet it didn’t look a bit different when Columbus discovered America.
As I say, we were enjoying ourselves and forgetting all about how bad a night we passed. We were looking forward to meeting Uncle Hieronymous pretty soon and warning him so he wouldn’t lose his mine, and then, we said, we could drive back to the house and take things easy the rest of the summer.
We planned all sorts of things we would do. Mark just got through plannin’ how we would go over to the lake and explore all around it when we spun around the last bend of the cut-off and shot out into the main river. That was sort of a relief, but it wasn’t any relief when somebody not a hundred feet up-stream from us yelled, “There they are!”
We looked quick, and who should we see but Collins and Jiggins, in their boat, coming for us as hard as they could come.
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shortcut
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sweeping
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pelt
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eddy
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pelted
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oozy
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whittles
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smacking
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