The few people of the country knew of course that Jim Sholto had established himself here with his three children for the purpose of smelting7 the ore in a small way, but Jim had built his shacks9 a quarter of a mile back from the river to avoid the inconvenient10 observation of the chance traveller. Jim and his two sons excavated11 the ore and burned it in half a dozen little furnaces of porcelain12 and brick, the materials for which they had brought in with immense difficulty. The venture was not highly regarded in the country. The expense of bringing in supplies was too great. They worked like beavers13, it was said, for a net return no greater than day labourer's wages. Such unremitting industry accused the easy-going ways of the North.
On a brilliant afternoon in July Kitty Sholto was redding up the kitchen in the larger of the two shacks. There was a cloud on her charming face. She slapped the enamel-ware plates on the shelf with a malicious14 satisfaction in the clatter15, and cast the dish-towels over the line, as if they had individually offended her.
Kitty was twenty years old. In her face were combined elements of gentleness and piquancy16, a rare association and provoking to the other sex. The piquancy was due to her long eyes, green-gray in colour, and placed a thought obliquely17 in her head. Green in eyes is thought of in connection with feline18 qualities. There was nothing of that sort about Kitty. All the rest was gentleness. She had a small, straight nose, and an adorable mouth that turned up at the corners. Her hair, darkest brown in colour, was of the crinkly sort that reaches out tendrils. She had a soft voice, with an odd, hushed thrill in it that was all her own, and a soft and ready laugh. She was not at all the kind of girl to be given to ill-humours.
Sweeping19 the crumbs20 over the door-sill, she stood broom in hand leaning against the jamb. In one swift cast around she took in the whole scene, the exquisite21, limpid22 sky, the polished malachite of the deciduous23 foliage24, the rich bottle-green of the pines, the brook25 whipping itself white on the stones. She took it all in, and the line between her dark eyebrows26 deepened as if the loveliness of nature were an added affront27.
Down the trail from the excavations28 the four ponies30 came plodding31, each laden32 with a double wooden bucket of ore. Bill, the younger of Kitty's two brothers, walked behind, whistling vociferously33, and tickling34 the rearmost beast with a switch. Bill was a tall, strong youth of twenty-two, a black Scotchman with a gleaming smile. Dumping the contents of the buckets on the little mountain of ore before the other shack8, with a flick35 of his switch he sent the ponies trotting36 back one by one for another load.
Bill, pausing to fill his pipe, grinned amiably37 at his sister. Kitty's brothers adored her, and teased her remorselessly. "Hello, sis!" he said. "What's biting you?"
"Nothing!" she said quickly.
"You look as if the cat was dead and the milk turned," he said in the humorous style that brothers affect.
"There is no cat and I haven't tasted milk in a year and a half," said Kitty sharply.
"Take example from me!" sang Bill. "Dog-tooth Bill, the sunshine of Milburn Gulch38!"
"That's all very well!" said Kitty bitterly. "Who wouldn't be gay in your shoes. You're going away to-morrow. You're going to mix with people; to see something besides trees; to have some fun! What have I got to look forward to?"
"Cheer up, sis," said Bill with jocular solicitude39. "What can we do about it? The little iron chest has to be carried out. It's getting too heavy to be left lying around loose. And there's next year's grub to be brought in."
"Certainly, I know you're obliged to go," said Kitty.
"If you could go in my place you'd be welcome," said Dick. "But it's too hard a trip both out and in again. You and Dick couldn't do it alone."
"I know it," said Kitty stiffly. "You don't have to explain."
"And we can't take you with us, because the old man can't keep the plant going, and cook his own grub, too."
"I wouldn't think of leaving him alone," said Kitty indignantly.
Bill began to grin again. "Cheer up, the worst is yet to come!" he cried. "We'll be back in six weeks with a scow full of good things! What'll I bring her from town for a present? A silk dress?"
"A lot of good a silk dress would do me!" Kitty said scornfully. "Who do I ever see from one month to another?"
"Ah, there we have her trouble!" cried Bill. He began to sing and to caper40 absurdly:
"Kitty is mad and I am glad,
For I know how to please her;
A bottle of wine to make her shine
And a nice young man to squeeze her!"
"You're horrid41!" cried Kitty, frowning and blushing.
"Give me the specifications," Bill went on, with an air of serious gravity. "Blond, brunette, or albino? Heavy, welter, or light weight? Kind of disposition42 you prefer, and amount of purse to be put up before you enter the ring? I'll bring the candidate back with me if I have to sandbag him!"
Kitty retired43 into the house, slamming the door. Bill, with a whoop44, started up the trail after his horses.
When the cabin was put to rights there was nothing more that Kitty was obliged to do until it was time to start the supper. On such occasions she was accustomed to help her father in the "works," as they called the other shack, but the furnaces had been cold for a week now, while all hands joined to get out enough ore to keep them fed while the boys were away. There was plenty of work that Kitty might have done, but she was in a mood to dream and to nourish her grievances45. She might have gone up to the excavation29 to help, but she dreaded46 male raillery. She finally turned in the other direction and followed the path down to the river.
It ended in a little glade47 that had been a camping-place since time out of mind. In the middle of the place was a fire-hole, centuries old, maybe. Upright posts were driven on either side, with a bar across and wooden hooks of assorted48 sizes waiting for the bails49 of the next traveller's pots. In front of Kitty as she stood beside the fireplace the river stretched its smooth jade-green flood across to the base of the mountain opposite, and at her left hand the limpid waters of the creek50 mingled51 with the thicker current.
Below the camping-place stretched a bank of fine yellow sand precipitated52 by the eddies53 in times of high water. Partly drawn54 up on the sand was a dugout. The Sholtos kept their two boats cached in the creek, but this one had been got out in preparation for the journey next day. It was the happy-go-lucky Bill who had left it where it was without tying it, forgetful of the sudden rises of the river in hot weather.
Kitty got in the dugout, and sat down in the stern, where she might trail her hands in the water, while she thought things out and dreamed her dreams. All unwittingly Bill had discovered to her the very source of her discontent, and she was disturbed and ashamed. It was true that she wanted a young man! Here she was twenty years old; it was jocularly granted by her brothers that she was not exactly a fright; yet she had never had a young man. What was worse there was no young man, at least of her own colour, within hundreds of miles, and she was doomed55 to her present imprisonment56 for at least another year. Twenty-two loomed57 ahead like old age itself. "What chance will I have then!" she thought dejectedly. Behind this was the hot-cheeked, nagging58 thought: what business had a nice girl to be desiring a young man, anyway!
But after a while the lovely afternoon began to have its way with her, and the disquieting59 thoughts melted by imperceptible degrees into deceitful, charming daydreams60. She was lying in the bottom of the boat with her arm on the gunwale, and her head on her arm. Her eyes were bent61 upstream as far as she could see. He will come down the river, she dreamed. "Perhaps he is just around the bend at this moment. I should not be surprised. But what if he should come when I am not here, and be carried past! That is not possible! If he is the right one, some power will lead him directly to me! What is he like? Tall and slender, with round, strong arms, and a wonderful light in his eyes. He will not be surprised to see me either. He will say: 'I have found you!' And I will say quite simply: 'I have been waiting for you,' and everything will be understood."
Following the usual course of day-dreams, Kitty little by little lost the direction of this beautiful story, and picture began to succeed picture without any help from her. She found herself climbing the higher slopes of Mount Milburn hand in hand with the youth whose face was hidden from her; up into the intoxicating62 air of the summits. Then presto63! without so much of an effort as the wink64 of an eyelid65 they were transported to the busy streets of town, and looked into the bewildering shop-windows without any surprise at all. Then they walked between endless rows of silk dresses hung on hooks, and all the dresses were hers, but she couldn't decide which one she liked the best, and was much distressed66. And he said: "Don't worry; I have a paper boat to sail down Milburn Creek in." And she answered: "We'll never get up again," without caring in the least. And then they danced to delicious music that issued from a row of trees like the pipes of an organ.
With a long sigh Kitty stretched herself luxuriously67 in the bottom of the dugout, and ceased to dream. If any young man had come along then and had seen her thus, her head on her folded arm, her lashes68 on her cheeks, and a dream-smile tilting69 the corners of her mouth, it is safe to say he would never have been the same again afterward70.
She awakened71 as quietly as she had fallen asleep, and lay for a while gazing up between the sides of the dugout at the delicate clear sky, which had not changed while she slept. Gradually she became aware of missing something; it was the turbulent voice of Milburn Creek, never stilled in her ears at home. At the same time the dugout rocked gently with her, filling her with an unexplained fear. She quickly sat up.
The heart in her breast turned cold. She was adrift in midstream. Mount Milburn had disappeared and the even more familiar limestone72 face of Stanhope, opposite their camp. Strange mountain shapes surrounded her, and unfamiliar73 shores. Her eyes darted74 up and down the dugout; there was no paddle; nothing! The swirling75 green eddies smiled at her horribly, like things biding76 their time. Blank, hideous77 terror descended on her, scattering78 her faculties79.
There was worse in store. Sweeping around a bend, she saw far down the river the white horses leaping in the sunshine. She knew the place, the Grumbler80 rapids; up and down river they bore a sinister81 reputation. She stared at the place, fascinated with horror. The river was so smiling, sunny, and beautiful, she could not believe that there was the end of all; the very white-caps below seemed to be leaping in play. And she herself, twenty years old, and full of the zest82 of living—it was not possible! But the ever-increasing voice of the place warned her, there waited Death, sure and dreadful. And nothing might stop her deliberate progress between the green shores. She must sit with her hands in her lap and watch it coming step by step.
Kitty's very softness and gentleness shielded her. She could not take in so much horror. Her eyes widened; she struggled for her breath—and collapsed83 in the bottom of the dugout.
When consciousness and sight returned, she found a strange, dark face bending over her. She was lying on firm ground beside the river. The roar of the rapids filled the air. Seeing Kitty's eyes open, and the light of reason return, the face broke into a beautiful and kind smile. Kitty, without understanding clearly, was immensely reassured84. It was a girl not much older than herself.
"You all right now," the girl said.
"What happened?" asked Kitty faintly.
"You near get in the rapids."
The recollection of her terror rushed back over her almost drowning Kitty's senses again.
"You all right," the girl repeated in a cheery, matter-of-fact tone that was just what Kitty needed. "I was working on the shore," she went on, "and I see a canoe come floating down. I think it is foolish to let a good boat get broke on the rocks, so I get my boat and paddle for it, but there isn't much time. I come to it, and I look in. Wah! there is you!"
"Oh, it was horrible! horrible!" murmured Kitty, shaken by strong shudders85.
"Forget it," said the girl. "You all right now."
"How did you get me ashore86?" Kitty asked.
"It was not much," the girl said with a shrug87. "I was too near the rapids to save both boats, so I jump in yours and let mine go down. It was pretty hard paddling," she went on, smiling; "we were on the wrong side for the deep water. Long time we jus' stand still out there, and not go up or down. Then we come in slow, slow. There is a tree fallen down beside the water, and I catch hold just in time."
"You have saved my life!" murmured Kitty.
"Cut it out!" said the dark girl gruffly. "It was worth it for the boat alone."
"But you lost your boat," said Kitty.
The other shook her head. "It is stuck on the rocks down there," she said. "I will get it after."
Strength and self-command came back to Kitty, and she sat up. The two girls measured each other with glances of shy, strong curiosity. Each was a surprising discovery to the other.
"You are Kitty Sholto," said the dark girl.
"How did you know that?" exclaimed Kitty, opening her eyes.
"There is no other white girl in the country."
"I don't know you," said Kitty.
The other shrugged88 and smiled a little. "There are plenty red girls," she said. "I am Annie Crossfox."
"Where do you live?"
Nahnya pointed89 vaguely90 downstream. "My people are the Sapi Indians," she said.
"But that is way down by the canyon," said Kitty. "Do you travel so far by yourself?"
"I like travel by myself," Nahnya said deprecatingly. "I hunt and I fish. People think I am crazy. They say it is like a man!"
Each thought the other a wonderful creature. Nahnya marvelled91 at the colour of Kitty's eyes, green-gray like the Spirit River itself, and her cheeks like snow—snow with the light of the setting sun upon it. Her delicacy92 and gentleness seemed like the qualities of a superior creature. Kitty for her part was no less admiring of Nahnya's strength and courage. The gentle Kitty like most girls had often wished that she had been born in one of her brother's places. To be able to go where one pleased like a man! this stirred her imagination. Each of these lonely girls was hungry for a woman friend; therein lay the explanation of their kind and wistful looks upon each other.
Kitty was soon quite herself again. Only at intervals93 did the recollection of her terror cause her to catch her breath, and send the colour flying from her cheeks. A lesser94 fear succeeded.
"How will I get home?" she said. "Dad and the boys! They will be frantic95, poor things!"
"Have they another boat?" asked Nahnya.
Kitty nodded.
"Then they will come look for you soon," said Nahnya calmly. "It is all right."
Kitty was much reassured.
By degrees the two girls felt their way toward intimate speech. "I am so surprise I find a white girl in this country," Nahnya said in her quaint96, soft Mission English. "When I look in your boat I am thinking nothing at all. And there you are! I am so surprise almost we both go in the rapids!"
Kitty explained how she had been carried off.
"Yes, all day the water rise," said Nahnya.
"If you hadn't been there!" said Kitty, and all her terrors returned.
"We must eat," said Nahnya energetically. "I have tea and bread and meat across the river. We must track for half a mile before I can cross. You have only a short line on your boat. I will track, and you push out with a pole."
Nahnya went ahead with the end of the line, while Kitty, according to instructions, walked abreast97 of the dugout, and kept it off shore, and steered98 it around obstructions99 with her pole. Kitty had never worked harder. Nahnya thought she was sparing her, but Kitty had to struggle desperately100 over the stones and the tree trunks and around the edge of cut-banks in order to keep up. The dugout acted like a thing inspired by personal malice101 against them. Kitty insisted that it went out of its way to find stones to stick on, and if she fell so much as a yard behind, it instantly drove its nose into the bank. Whenever it was necessary Nahnya waded102 unconcernedly into the icy water, and Kitty, not to be outdone, followed suit, shivering.
When they finally arrived opposite the spot whence Nahnya had first set out to Kitty's aid, Kitty distinguished103 a wide, flat rock and a little stream that emptied beside it. Nahnya told off the white girl to make a fire while she went for the supplies. Kitty enviously104 watched her assured handling of the canoe. Heading upstream enough to equalize the pull of the current, Nahnya crossed the river as straight as a ruled line, and in twenty minutes was back with everything they needed.
Hanging their stockings and moccasins to dry, they extended their pink and white and pink and brown toes side by side to the fire, and ate their supper. Meanwhile they were progressing in friendship by long leaps. With a girl and, moreover, a girl so gentle as Kitty, Nahnya did not feel obliged to wall up her breast, and the natural warmth of her nature had way. Lengthy105 girl confidences were exchanged.
"I never talk to a white girl like this," Nahnya said shyly. "Though I have live among white people, and watch the girls, and think about them much."
"What did you think about white girls?" Kitty asked with her charming smile.
"Always I am thinking how are they different from me," said Nahnya.
"Different?" echoed Kitty. "You are not really different from me."
"I am half white," said Nahnya. "Inside I feel the same as white people. But white people treat me different from them."
"I don't understand," said Kitty.
"When I go to the Mission school," said Nahnya, "the sisters teach us: 'Think no evil, and evil will pass you by.'"
"That is true," said Kitty.
Nahnya sadly shook her head. "It is true for you," she said; "not for me. When I went among the white people I thought no evil, but evil wrap me so close as a blanket over my head."
"I—I do not understand," faltered106 Kitty.
"Why should you?" said Nahnya. "Nobody is bad to you. Only to me. So always I am wondering what is different in me. I do not understand it, but I know it."
"Do you—do you mean men?" asked the startled Kitty.
Nahnya was silent.
"But all men are not bad," said Kitty, thinking of her honest, jolly brothers.
"Not all men," admitted Nahnya. "Once I know a white man—at first he was crazy. But he change. He look at me cleanly, and speak honest. But always I am thinking this different thing is in me, and I send him away. And always I think what is this different thing in me?"
Kitty, looking at her with troubled eyes, made no reply.
"Now I have scare you!" said Nahnya remorsefully107. "You think I mus' be bad, because others think I am so!"
"No," said Kitty, "it is my own ignorance that I am scared of. I don't know anything. I don't know what to say."
"Say not'ing!" cried Nahnya, bending a quick look of contrite108 affection on her. "Me, I talk too much! Always I want talk to some one who is like me, and I am near crazy with talk that I cannot speak. My people, they are good people, but they do not know me. My mot'er not know me. I am strange to her. She is scare of me. Always I think if I could be friends with a white woman, we could talk. And to-day the river bring you to me, so I think it is like magic. And my tongue, she shoot the rapids of talk! I am sorry I scare you!"
"You don't scare me a bit!" protested Kitty. "I like to have you talk to me. I'm talking to you, too. Tell me about the white man," she said shyly, "the one you liked."
Nahnya was startled. For an instant the old walled look darkened her face. "I not say I like any white man," she said quickly. "I not want any man."
Kitty hung her head a little. "That's what we say," she murmured with a burst of shy candour; "but how true is it?"
The dark fled out of Nahnya's face. She turned a pair of wondrously109 soft eyes on Kitty. "You are lonely up here!" she said. "I know what lonely is!"
Kitty's eyes grew large and bright with tears. She nodded. "I wanted a friend, too," she said very low. "Some one to talk to like you. The boys are good to me, but they treat me like a baby. I wanted a woman friend. I haven't talked to a woman in a year and a half."
Nahnya sprang to her knees, and unconsciously clasping her hands to her breast, leaned toward Kitty. "I will be your friend—always!" she said with trembling eagerness. "If you want me," she added with wistful humility110.
Kitty's answer was to fling her arms around Nahnya's neck.
Nahnya recoiled111 in a kind of terror. "You—you kissed me!" she faltered. "Me!"
"I'll do it again!" cried Kitty. "And again! And again! I think you are just sweet!"
With an odd little cry the dark girl hid her face on Kitty's shoulder and clung to her, and broke into a silent shaken weeping. Broken whispers of confession112 reached the white woman's ear.
"I never have a friend.... Always inside of me I am alone.... I think I am marked out to be alone.... My heart hurt me like any woman's heart ... but always I mus' make out I don't care about anything..."
An hour later they heard a hail from far up the river. Kitty leaped up in great excitement. Nahnya answered the hail. She had the riverman's trick of sending the voice to a distance. By and by they came flying around the bend, father and sons paddling like men possessed113, and momentarily raising hoarse114, anxious cries. Nahnya tore off a branch of leaves, and putting it into Kitty's hands, urged her down to the beach to wave it. At the sight of her safe on dry land, the three men sent up tremendous shouts of joy and relief. Nahnya retired up on the bank.
They landed, and Kitty was instantly locked in her father's arms. Dick collapsed in the boat, while Bill's legs caved under him on the beach. Both boys wept, unashamed.
"We heard the rapids," Bill blubbered. "We thought we were just too late!"
They quickly recovered. Kitty had presently to submit to their bear-hugs, and again to her father's embraces. All four talked at once, and foolishly laughed. Kitty was abashed115 by their transports. Never had she seen her men so stirred. Afterward questions began to fly.
"How did you drift off without knowing it?"
"Why didn't you scramble116 ashore and let the boat go?"
"How did you get ashore here without a paddle or anything?"
"Who is with you?"
"Why, she's gone!" cried Bill suddenly.
It was true. They looked around in vain. During the excitement of the men's landing, the dark girl had stolen unobserved to the other dugout. It lay a little downstream, and partly screened by some bushes. Putting off, and keeping close to the shore, she was soon lost to their sight.
Kitty's face fell like a child's. "Without a word of good-bye!" she said.
"She's taken our best boat," said Jim Sholto, frowning.
"She lost her own in the rapids saving me," said Kitty, with quick indignation.
Jim hastened to mollify her. "That's all right," he said. "But to steal away like this!"
"It's just like them," said Dick, "always mysterious."
"You're not very grateful," said Kitty, at the point of tears. "I tell you she saved my life."
"You haven't told us anything yet," said her father. "Who is she?"
"Annie Crossfox."
"I had a look at her," said Bill. "She's mighty117 good-looking! Don't see why she couldn't wait to receive our thanks."
Kitty, looking at him sharply, saw the untoward118, eager light in his dark eyes, and became suddenly thoughtful. A reason for Nahnya's abrupt119 departure occurred to her.
"She will bring the boat back to our camp," she said quietly. "Just as soon as she can get her own boat. She promised me!"
"But Dick and I will be gone then," grumbled120 Bill. "If we've got such a good-looking neighbour I want——"
Kitty interrupted him. "She saved my life," she repeated with a direct look. "She is my friend."
"What of it?" said Bill, beginning a great parade of innocence121. He caught his little sister's eye and saw something new there—knowledge. He had the grace to drop his own gaze and blush a little. Bill was an honest youth.
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