But that night the tie-up had been made near some camps, and the tired men had a place to eat and sleep in comfort.
The cook took possession of the camp, and it was not long before he had served a meal of boiled pork, baked beans, hot biscuit and molasses.
The beans steamed and sent out an odor that was quite enough to make a hungry man feel ravenous1, and the drivers, the most of them soaking wet, gathered about the table.
Forest had offered Frank and his friends a chance to eat at the first table, but Merry declined, saying the drivers should have the first opportunity. The men appreciated this, and it served in a great measure to make them feel that the boys were not intruders.
It was a spectacle to watch those men “stow away”[196] the pork and beans, washed down by boiling hot tea. They ate like starving men.
Sullivan was among them. He did not even look at Frank Merriwell, and he made no talk at supper, save to growl2 in a surly manner at the cookee, a boy of seventeen.
The foreman had been in an ugly mood all day. No one dared ask how he had received the scars and bruises3 on his face, but in some manner it became rumored4 among the crew that Sullivan and Pombere had been whipped in a fight at Mattawamkeag. Then it was reported that they had been whipped by two beardless youths, and the victors were two of Forest’s guests who were going down the river with the drift. This latter statement, however, was not believed, for Sullivan was the terror of the river, and the drivers were certain he could whip the whole of Merriwell’s party with one hand tied behind him.
When the crew had eaten there was still plenty of hot beans and biscuits left, and the cookee soon arranged the table for Forest and his friends.
Every lad felt that he could eat with a relish5, and soon they were doing their best to clear the table of food. Never before had baked beans tasted so good. Even Jack6 Diamond, who had a distaste for beans, admitted that they were good enough to eat.
While they were eating, Forest asked one of the drivers to sing a song, and then said to Merry:
“We’ll have a chance to hear a typical lumberman’s song from that old fellow. The old-fashioned songs of the lumbermen are like the old-time songs of the sailors. Nearly always they are sung in a certain tune8 which[197] seems to fit them all, and they tell a story that is strung out in from fifty to a hundred stanzas9. The tune of the sailors reminds one of the wind and the waves; the tune of the lumber7 camps is suggestive of the dark forests and their tragedies.”
The old man needed some urging, as there were strangers present, but, after a time, he consented to sing. Before he began, the men filled their pipes and found comfortable positions on the “deacon’s seat” and around the camp. As Frank and his friends said smoking would not disturb them in the least, Forest told the men to “fire up.” So the drivers began to smoke as they prepared to listen.
Two kerosene10 lamps lighted the strange scene, which was one never to be forgotten by Frank. The faces of the rough, weather-beaten men were studies for him.
At last the old driver was ready, and he started into the song, which told of the hard heart and imperial sway of John Ross, a local lumber boss. There never was another such man as John Ross. He faced storms and floods, and defied fate to gain his ends. If he wanted more men he went from house to house for them, and when they heard him coming every male member of the families arose and went to the woods to do his bidding without a murmur11, not daring to refuse. He took the newly-wedded bridegroom from the embrace of his weeping bride, and he tore the son from the feeble father who could not live to see the snows of winter pass away with the coming of the spring sunshine. But gradually the song goes on to show the better points in the man’s character,[198] telling of his courage and charity, and, in the end, everybody is compelled to own that, in spite of his many eccentricities12, John Ross is a decent sort of man.
By the time this epic13 was ended supper was over and the table pretty well cleared. Then somebody proposed “congregational singing,” and the men took their pipes from their mouths and prepared to “limber up.”
Then the songs came in floods. Some one started in with “Nellie Gray,” and, with few exceptions, every man joined in the chorus. Then came “John Brown’s Body” and “Marching Through Georgia.”
“Old Black Joe” was followed by “Annie Rooney” and “Down Went McGinty.” But it was on the chorus of “Nicodemus” that the singers “bore down hard.”
“There’s a good time coming,
It’s almost here;
It has been long, lo-ong, lo-on-ng,
On the way.”
As they roared forth14 this chorus, the men clapped their hands, stamped their feet and threw back their heads. A cloud of dust filled the room, the lanterns swayed and burned dimly, and the rough rafters seemed to bulge15 outward with the volume of sound.
Then Merriwell, Diamond, Browning and Hodge, forming a quartet, sang the college songs so familiar to them, but most of them absolutely new to the ears of the river drivers. They were heartily16 applauded.
Then Merriwell told of Hans’ attempt to become a river driver, making the story so humorous that the men roared with laughter.
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“Vot vos I laughin’ ad?” demanded the Dutch boy, his face flushing. “I don’d like dot. Some odder dime17 mebbe I vos aple to drife a log der rifer down.”
“No man ever gits to be a regular river driver till he has been properly initiated18,” grinned one of the men. “Arter that he’s all right, an’ he can ride a log with ther best of ’em.”
“Vot vos dot kernishiated?” asked Hans, eagerly. “How you done dot?”
“Oh, it’s easy enough. It’s called ‘Ketchin’ the Wild Hoss.’”
“I don’t knew nottings apout no vild hosses, but if dot vill fexe me so I peen aple to ride a log on I think berhaps I petter took him, ain’d id?”
“It would be a good thing for you,” declared the man, looking inquiringly toward Merriwell, who was recognized as the leader of the party. “Perhaps some of your friends wouldn’t want ye ter be initiated?”
Frank scented19 sport.
“They won’t hurt him,” said Forest, laughing, as he saw the men grinning at each other and indulging in sundry20 nudges. “If he wants to be initiated, let them run him through the mill.”
“Perhaps you had better take the degree, Hans,” laughed Frank. “Go ahead, if you want to.”
This was all the encouragement the Dutch boy needed. He jumped up immediately, crying:
“All right! Go aheadt mit dot kernishiated peesness.”
Frank nodded to the men, and then two or three of them suddenly hurried out of doors, while others seized[200] the Dutch lad and stripped him to his thin underclothing. By the time Hans’ outer clothing was removed the men who had gone out returned with a spruce pole that had been stripped of the bark. This pole the cook quickly rubbed with grease, making it very slippery.
“Now,” said the leader, addressing Hans, “you must mount that pole straddle an’ hold on. You must keep right side up, no matter what happens. Till you can do that you’ll never be wuth a darn at river drivin’.”
The fat boy looked doubtful, but he would not back out then, and he immediately got astride the pole, which took his feet off the floor. He slipped and fell off, causing a shout of laughter to go up. But he jumped up, crying:
“Vait! vait! Dot hole vasn’t done mit me yet avile. I can done dot britty kervick.”
Again he tried, with a like result.
“I am afraid you’ll never make a river driver, Hans,” said Merry, laughing.
“Vot?” squawked the excited lad. “Who toldt you dot? I pet you your life I vill! Vait! vait!”
Then he made another attempt. This time he was desperate, and he managed to balance himself on the pole with a great effort. He uttered a shout of triumph.
“Didn’d you toldt me so!” he cried. “Oh, I vos——”
Just then somebody struck him on the head with a bag stuffed with hay, and over he went in a twinkling, hanging head downward, while all the men shouted:
“Grapaud!”
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“Hey?” squealed21 Hans. “Somepody took me down! Somebody took dot hole avay kerveek!”
He held on till he was forced to drop. Then he rose to his feet and stared around.
“Vot vos id I hit me against?” he demanded, fiercely.
“That’s part of the initiation,” was the explanation. “You must look out for that and keep your balance.”
“Vos dot id? Vale, shust let dot try me again.”
Then he pluckily22 made another attempt, and again he was struck on the head and sent spinning wrong end up, while a second time the shout was heard:
“Grapaud.”
“I don’d knew vot dot means,” gasped23 the Dutch lad; “but I pet you your tollars id vos a lie!”
Then he fell upon his back.
He was pretty well winded when he arose, but he was urged to get on the pole once more, and this was kept up till he was utterly24 exhausted25 and gave up in despair.
“Vale,” he gurgled, “I don’d vant to peen a rifer trifer. Oxcuse me, shentlemen!”
This sport being over, one of the men brought out an old fiddle26 and got it into tune. Several pieces were played, and then Frank suggested to Forest that Diamond be given a chance to play something on the instrument.
At Fred’s suggestion, the fiddle was handed over to Jack. The Virginian put the instrument into as perfect tune as possible, and then proceeded to play the “Last Rose of Summer.” Jack was an artist with the violin, and never before had such sweet sounds been drawn27 from that old instrument. The men were silent now, listening[202] with hushed breathing to the melody. When it was finished all seemed to give a sigh of mingled28 regret and relief.
“Give us ‘Ben Bolt,’” urged a man.
Jack complied, and the fiddle actually seemed to sing the words of the pathetic and beautiful song. The eyes of more than one rough man were misty29.
Immediately Diamond struck into a lively jig30, and, out into the middle of the floor jumped the cookee, who began to “spank her down” in a manner that brought cries of applause and delight from the men. Faster and faster went the bow over the strings31 and faster and faster flew the feet of the dancer, while the men clapped their hands and stamped their feet.
“Good boy!”
“Whoop ’er up!”
“Hooray!”
“That’s the stuff!”
“Wake up, snakes!”
The delighted men roared their approval.
At one side sat Mike Sullivan, scowling32 and seeming ugly. The cookee cut a fancy figure and stepped on the foot of the boss.
With a roar of rage, the man jumped up and grasped the dancer by the neck.
“You clumsy cub33!” snarled34 Sullivan. “I’ll make ye keep yer eyes open!”
He drew back his hand to strike the boy.
Like a flash Frank Merriwell sprang forward and confronted[203] the enraged35 man. Merry lifted one hand warningly, and spoke36 in a calm, even tone of voice:
“Don’t hit him, Sullivan!”
The boss turned and his eyes met Merriwell’s. The spectators gasped, for they expected to see the man drop the cookee and leap on the foolhardy lad who dared face him thus. Profound silence reigned37 in the camp, while two pairs of eyes fought a battle. Then came the greatest surprise of all, for Sullivan lowered his head, muttering:
“Ther fool wants to be careful not ter tread on my feet.”
Then he sat down.
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