“I met Jethro Brown at the station,” he explained briefly2. “He told me, oh, quite a lot of things. I decided3 not to take the train, to go into the woods instead.”
Linda shook her head gravely.
“I think I know what he told you,” she said. “It is a mad plan. You ought not to go.”
“But I’m going,” returned Hugh, and she smiled.
“Yes, I believe you are going,” she answered, “and perhaps I would not stop you if I could.”
The children came clattering5 in and Ingmarsson appeared by the door, so there was no more discussion just then. Later, however, when the various members of the family had set off to work or to school, Linda came up to Hugh’s room bringing an armful of things for him, a pack such as hunters carry, heavy boots, thick wool socks, a mackinaw coat.
“You will need all these,” she said. “It may be that you will be gone some time.”
She advised him as to which of his own possessions were the most necessary to take with him and showed him how to pack them in the smallest possible space.
“Leave all of your other things here,” she directed, “and most of your money, too; you will have little need of it where you are going and—you might meet Half-Breed Jake in the forest.”
“Does he do that kind of stealing too?” Hugh asked.
“He does every kind,” was her brief reply.
Hugh accomplished6 the rest of his preparations in silence except for one question.
“Is your brother Oscar old?” he inquired.
Linda laughed.
“I am not so very old myself,” she answered, “and he is much younger than I, not a great deal older than you, I should think. You are not quite a grown man yet, and he has only just ceased being a boy. That is all the difference.”
She put the last thing into his pack and helped him to pull the straps7 tight.
“We are ready now,” she said, “and I know you would like to go at once, but it is not wise. It is a long day’s journey even to Two Rivers, and if you set out now you could not reach there until hours after midnight. So you had better start at daylight to-morrow.”
It was before dawn next day when she knocked softly at his door. When he had slipped downstairs and had a hasty breakfast in the kitchen, she went out upon the steps with him and gave him the most explicit8 directions as to how he was to go. She had never been so far as Jasper Peak or the end of the lake where her brother lived, but she could tell him, almost mile by mile, the way to the Indian encampment where the Chippewa boy, Shokatan, could put him on the next stage of his journey.
“You should not go,” she said again at the last, but the light of excitement danced in her eyes as plainly as in Hugh’s.
He shouldered his pack, adjusted the straps and held out his hand to say good-by. The spotless house, as he looked about it for the last time, seemed a very homelike little place even though he had known it for only a day. The white, scrubbed floor, the bright blue cupboard, the picture on the wall of the Edmonds boys and their great white dog—how soon would he see them all again?
Even in early-rising Rudolm there was no one yet abroad to see him go. He went out the gate, past a half dozen houses, across a stretch of meadow, came out at last upon the road, Oscar’s road, and set off up the hill.
The sun was just coming up over the ridge9 to the eastward10, the birds were beginning to chirp11 in the thickets12 and the tall, scattered13 pine trees were bowing their heads in the autumn wind. Very little of all this did Hugh notice for he had eyes of wonder and interest only for the road upon which he was traveling. It wound up the slope, grass-grown in many places, as though very few feet had trodden it in the past year. It was built of stone and gravel4, well built too, as he could easily perceive, for it mounted the hillside in easy grades with wide, even curves, and it still showed the weed-filled ditches that had been dug to drain it and it spanned a little stream on a high, stout14 bridge. Hugh tramped on up the slope, crossed the summit of the hill and was about to descend15 on the other side when—
“Oh!” he cried suddenly and stood still in surprise.
He had known that the road would not carry him far, but he had not realized that it would end as abruptly16 as though sheared17 off with a knife. The dense18 wall of trees and underbrush that had hemmed19 it in on both sides had closed together before him and completely blocked the way. He could actually see the sharp line where the gravel roadbed ended and the soft leaf-mold began, while just before him he spied in the grass a broken ax and a rusty20 pick, as though the last workman had ceased his labors21 so suddenly as to have even left his tools. Hugh had to stand and look for some minutes before he could distinguish the narrow trail threading its way off among the trees, the path that he must now follow.
Down the hillside it led him, over great tree trunks, under low-hanging branches, through thickets that seemed almost impenetrable. The noonday sun began to feel hot, even among the trees, and the air seemed close and heavy as he progressed further and further into the valley. It was a great relief to hear suddenly the cool patter of what sounded like falling water and a great disappointment to find that it came only from a grove22 of quaking aspen trees where the wind among the leaves made just the sound of rain. Once past these, however, the going was a little easier, for on the next hill the birches and poplars gave way to solid pine forest and the trail led upward between black trunks and over a carpet of fallen needles. He came out, at last, on the summit of the slope and stopped a moment to look back. Nothing but hills beyond hills, forest beyond forest could be seen; the little town of Rudolm had utterly23 disappeared. Only a sharp glint of blue at the end of the valley and the rising bulk of the mountain to the westward24 showed the familiar landmarks25 of Red Lake and Jasper Peak.
He sat down here to eat his lunch and to rest a little, for his knees were beginning to weary and the pack was heavy on his unaccustomed shoulders. When he arose at length and trudged26 on he found that he could no longer make such good time; he had perhaps set too fast a pace at first and worn himself out too soon. It was a long, long way over the next ridge and down into the valley beyond, so long that the sun had disappeared and the hollows were beginning to fill with shadow when he came finally to the foot of the steep incline. The long, gray northern twilight27 held, however, so that he had no real difficulty in following the trail, faint as it was, that led him to the edge of a stream, skirted its bank and brought him, just as heavy darkness fell, within sight of a row of fires that must belong to the Chippewa encampment.
Indian dwellings28 are far more picturesque29 than imposing30, so at least Hugh concluded as he approached the huddle31 of teepees, mere32 shelters of skins and blankets stretched over birch poles. A woman was cooking by the nearest fire; she sat back upon her heels and gazed at him stolidly34, but made no answer when he asked for the boy Shokatan. Some children came crawling out from one of the tents and also stared at him but not a word could he get from them. He stood irresolute35, not quite knowing what to do, when another squaw, who sat at the second fire, holding a baby, suddenly turned and greeted him with a strange, vacant smile, which he recognized at once as Laughing Mary’s. Again he asked for Shokatan, and she pointed36 silently at a boy who was coming toward him from the edge of the stream where he had evidently been fishing.
“Jethro Brown sent me to you and gave me this letter,” began Hugh, but he received no answer, only the same stolid33 stare. The boy held out his hand for the paper, turned it over and over without making even a pretense37 of reading it, then grunted38, “No English,” and, turning, walked away.
It was an awkward moment for Hugh and a most discouraging one. Apparently40 he was to get no help here for the continuing of his journey, while the thought of trying to go back, through the dark, in his present weary state was quite too appalling41. Almost without thinking, he unbuckled his pack, laid it down on the grass and seated himself at the nearest fire. Two children and an old man moved over to make room for him, yet no one said a word or regarded his presence with the least surprise. Presently a woman, he thought it was Laughing Mary, but in the uncertain light could not make sure, came over and put down some food before him.
He was hungry enough to have eaten anything, but he thought then and long afterward42 that it was just as well that he should never know of what that savory43 stew44 was made. It might be—no, he concluded firmly, he would make no guess as to what it was—nectar and ambrosia45 was what it tasted like and he ate it all. Afterward he went down to the river to wash his hands and to have a long drink of the cool, running water. Looking back at the camp he thought what a curious picture it made with the leaping fires, the shadowy teepees and the black figures moving noiselessly to and fro.
Somebody startled him by touching46 his arm as he sat staring. It was the boy, Shokatan, carrying Hugh’s pack which he had left beside the fire. Not a word did the Indian speak, but he motioned to a canoe that lay bottom upward on the grassy47 bank, and, by a grunt39, indicated that he wished Hugh’s help in lifting it. With some wonder, Hugh arose to assist him, and in a moment had set it afloat on the rippling48 shallows of the little stream. The Indian produced two paddles and slipped into his place in the stern; Hugh laid his pack in the bottom of the boat, took up a paddle and knelt in the bow, as they launched forth49 through the reeds and out into the current. Another stream flowed into the first just below the camp, making quite a wide brawling50 little river that swept away into the dark.
Nothing had yet been said, but Hugh began to realize that this was the second stage of his journey. Shokatan, feigning51 complete ignorance of all English speech, as is the obstinate52 Indian habit, had nevertheless read the letter unobserved and had agreed to help Hugh on his way. Silently the canoe slipped out into the stream, was caught by the current and with the aid of the two steady paddles shot swiftly onward53 upon its course. There was no talk as they sped along, as the dripping paddles rose and fell and mile after mile of river and forest dropped behind them.
The stars began to come out above them and lay reflected in long drifts of shimmering54 light as they crossed a quiet pool. Hugh began to see more and more clearly the white birches on the shore, the reeds and rocking lily-pads and the two lines of ripples55 that slanted56 outward from their swiftly moving bow. There was a long, long reach of steady paddling while the river grew ever wider in its twisted course toward the lake.
Hugh’s blade rose and dipped with the weary regularity57 of a machine and his eyes were falling to with sleepiness. But he was startled suddenly broad awake when they rounded a sharp bend and came full upon a gigantic moose, its great shoulders, bearded chin and wide sweep of antlers outlined sharp and black against the starlit water. The huge creature stood knee deep in the cool flood, a long string of wet lily pads still hanging from its dripping jaw58. It looked so big as to seem scarcely real and, for a second, stood as still as though carved in stone. Then, with so mighty59 a splashing that the spent waves rocked the canoe, the great beast plunged60 to the shore, scrambled61 up the bank and was off through the forest with a stamping and crashing that could have been heard a mile away.
“Ah-h-h—!” sighed Hugh, letting out the breath that excitement had imprisoned62 within him for a full minute.
Again they went on in silence, the sound of the paddle behind Hugh being the only proof that he was not alone in this whole forest-covered world. Past one curve and then another they went, until they began to hear a new sound ahead of them, a dull muffled63 roar that he did not in the least understand. He was about to ask what it was when the Indian spoke64 at last, a single inarticulate word which was evidently meant as a warning. For in an instant they began to move faster and faster, the sound grew louder, and they plunged, all in one breathless second, down a foaming65 slope of shouting white rapids. Great black bowlders shouldered up through the water, threatening them in a thousand directions, but somehow the frail66 canoe threaded its way like magic in and out among the rocks and came safe into the calm pool below. Before Hugh could speak they had swept into another reach of tossing water and then another, the canoe staggering back and forth in the furious current, but coming finally out into the quiet stream again.
Then at last, warmed to friendliness67 perhaps by Hugh’s calm acceptance of the dangers of the rapids, the Indian behind him spoke. His English, learned at the Indian school near Rudolm, was nearly as good as Hugh’s own, yet had the guttural burr of all Chippewa speech.
“You are going to Oscar Dansk’s?” he asked.
“I wish to,” answered Hugh without looking around. “Can you take me there?”
“No,” was the immediate68 answer; “the white deer has been seen in the woods near Jasper Peak and we Chippewas will not go where the white deer goes.”
“But I must go on,” insisted Hugh. “How can I ever find the way without you?”
“I will take you to the lake,” was the reply, “and around Harbin’s Channel into the upper end of the lake you can paddle alone. You can keep this canoe; it belongs to Oscar Dansk; he left it at Two Rivers, for his last journey he made overland.”
They went on and on, until Hugh, knowing long since that it was past midnight, began to feel that morning must be close at hand. They passed more rapids, threaded narrow stretches of river, then wider ones, but still the dark held and the journey seemed never to come to an end. At last the Indian spoke again.
“That squaw whom you whites call Laughing Mary told me to tell you, I do not know why, that the man of Jasper Peak passed through Two Rivers only a few hours before you, and must be camping in these woods. I think that is his fire now.”
Far off through the black tree trunks there could be seen a faint red glare that grew brighter as they went along.
“Do you mean Half-Breed Jake?” inquired Hugh anxiously. “Was he alone?”
“There were two Indians with him,” replied Shokatan. “Yes, that is their camp. It is better that they should not see us go by.”
They came nearer, saw the firelight flickering69 among the trees, saw two black figures stretched upon the ground rolled in their blankets and sound asleep. One man only was sitting upright, his back against a pine, his face toward the stream, but he, too, seemed wrapped in deepest slumber70. The canoe floated so slowly that it seemed scarcely moving, the Indian’s paddle dipped and dipped again without a sound. Foot by foot they worked their way along, skirting the bank where the shadows lay, sliding past like shadows themselves. The fire flared71 high, one of the burning logs broke and settled with a crash, the man beside it awoke. Both boys held their breath, while the canoe floated with the current; slowly, slowly it crawled into the thick pool of shade cast by a big maple72 that overhung the bank. The man, it was the Indian Kaniska, listened as though vaguely73 conscious that something was stirring, stooped to mend the fire, then stopped to listen again and to peer into the dark. Almost imperceptibly the canoe moved on, was swallowed up in denser74 shadow, slipped past a bend in the stream and left the camp out of sight.
The moment of danger had roused Hugh into full wakefulness now and, although he was unbelievably weary, he bent75 to his paddling with redoubled energy. The trees seemed to recede76 on either hand, showing overhead a myriad77 of stars, the river widened and they came out at last on the vast dark flood of the open lake. The canoe’s bow wavered a little, then turned toward shore where Shokatan, grasping an overhanging branch, pulled it up to the bank and stepped out.
“The rest of the way you go alone,” he said. “Around that point, through the channel, then when you are in the open lake again make for the nearest sandy beach. You will see Oscar Dansk’s house on the hill above.”
Before Hugh could speak, to protest against being left, to thank the Indian for his help, he had pushed out the boat again and had disappeared into the underbrush. Wearily the boy took up his paddle once more and drove the canoe steadily78 onward parallel to the wooded shore.
He was thinking of what might be before him and of the strange journey that lay behind, but for the most part his tired brain was concentrated on the rise and dip, rise and dip of the paddle. One detail of his night’s adventures alone seemed to stand out in his mind, only because it was the one thing of all others that he could not understand. When, at Two Rivers, Laughing Mary had turned to greet him in the firelight, he had noticed that her baby was wrapped in something brownish yellow, that even in the half darkness he was certain must be the brown bear-cub’s skin. He was too worn out either to reason the matter out or to drop it entirely79 from his mind.
Above him the stars were paling at last and the sky growing gray. He came to the headland where the lake seemed suddenly to end and where Jasper Peak, which towered directly over him now, sent a long rocky spur down to the water’s edge. Through Harbin’s Channel he crept, out into the second stretch of open water, a wide expanse, beginning to show blue instead of gray as the sky grew brighter. Over at his right he could see a little inlet and a line of sandy beach, above it a steep wooded hill with a cottage at the very summit. The miles of woods beyond, the bays and bold capes80 that bounded the lake, the undiscovered country claimed by the Pirate of Jasper Peak, for these he had no eyes and no interest as he struggled wearily toward his journey’s end.
Gently the canoe grounded its bow upon the sand, just where a narrow trail led off among the trees and up the hill. With a great sigh of relief, Hugh stepped ashore81, shouldered his pack, and went slowly up through the dawn to his first meeting with Oscar Dansk.
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