At whatever establishment in the fur-trader’s dominions1 you may chance to alight, you will find a particular building which is surrounded by a halo of interest; towards which there seems to be a general leaning on the part of everybody, especially of the Indians; and with which are connected, in the minds of all, the most stirring reminiscences and pleasing associations.
This is the trading-store. It is always recognisable, if natives are in the neighbourhood, by the bevy3 of red men that cluster round it, awaiting the coming of the storekeeper or the trader with that stoic4 patience which is peculiar5 to Indians. It may be further recognised, by a close observer, by the soiled condition of its walls, occasioned by loungers rubbing their backs perpetually against it, and the peculiar dinginess6 round the keyhole, caused by frequent applications of the key, which renders it conspicuous7 beyond all its comrades. Here is contained that which makes the red man’s life enjoyable; that which causes his heart to leap, and induces him to toil8 for months and months together in the heat of summer and amid the frost and snow of winter; that which actually accomplishes, what music is said to achieve, the “soothing of the savage9 breast:” in short, here are stored up blankets, guns, powder, shot, kettles, axes, and knives; twine11 for nets, vermilion for war-paint, fish-hooks and scalping-knives, capotes, cloth, beads12, needles, and a host of miscellaneous articles, much too numerous to mention. Here, also, occur periodical scenes of bustle13 and excitement, when bands of natives arrive from distant hunting-grounds, laden14 with rich furs, which are speedily transferred to the Hudson’s Bay Company’s stores in exchange for the goods aforementioned. And many a tough wrangle15 has the trader on such occasions with sharp natives, who might have graduated in Billingsgate, so close are they at a bargain. Here, too, voyageurs are supplied with an equivalent for their wages, part in advance, if they desire it (and they generally do desire it), and part at the conclusion of their long and arduous16 voyages.
It is to one of these stores, reader, that we wish to introduce you now, that you may witness the men of the North brigade receive their advances.
The store at Fort Garry stands on the right of the fort, as you enter by the front gate. Its interior resembles that of the other stores in the country, being only a little larger. A counter encloses a space sufficiently17 wide to admit a dozen men, and serves to keep back those who are more eager than the rest. Inside this counter, at the time we write of, stood our friend Peter Mactavish, who was the presiding genius of the scene.
“Shut the door now, and lock it” said Peter, in an authoritative18 tone, after eight or ten young voyageurs had crushed into the space in front of the counter. “I’ll not supply you with so much as an ounce of tobacco if you let in another man.”
Peter needed not to repeat the command. Three or four stalwart shoulders were applied19 to the door, which shut with a bang like a cannon-shot, and the key was turned.
“Come now, Antoine,” began the trader, “we’ve lots to do, and not much time to do it in, so pray look sharp.”
Antoine, however, was not to be urged on so easily. He had been meditating20 deeply all morning on what he should purchase. Moreover, he had a sweetheart, and of course he had to buy something for her before setting out on his travels. Besides, Antoine was six feet high, and broad shouldered, and well made, with a dark face and glossy21 black hair; and he entertained a notion that there were one or two points in his costume which required to be carefully rectified22, ere he could consider that he had attained23 to perfection: so he brushed the long hair off his forehead, crossed his arms, and gazed around him.
“Come now, Antoine,” said Peter, throwing a green blanket at him, “I know you want that to begin with. What’s the use of thinking so long about it, eh? And that, too,” he added, throwing him a blue cloth capote. “Anything else?”
“Oui, oui, monsieur,” cried Antoine, as he disengaged himself from the folds of the coat which Peter had thrown over his head. “Tabac, monsieur, tabac!”
“Oh, to be sure,” cried Peter. “I might have guessed that that was uppermost in your mind. Well, how much will you have?” Peter began to unwind the fragrant24 weed off a coil of most appalling25 size and thickness which looked like a snake of endless length. “Will that do?” and he flourished about four feet of the snake before the eyes of the voyageur.
Antoine accepted the quantity, and young Harry26 Somerville entered the articles against him in a book.
“Anything more, Antoine?” said the trader. “Ah, some beads and silks, eh? Oho, Antoine!—By the way, Louis, have you seen Annette lately?”
Peter turned to another voyageur when he put this question, and the voyageur gave a broad grin as he replied in the affirmative, while Antoine looked a little confused. He did not care much, however, for jesting. So, after getting one or two more articles—not forgetting half a dozen clay pipes, and a few yards of gaudy27 calico, which called forth28 from Peter a second reference to Annette—he bundled up his goods, and made way for another comrade.
Louis Peltier, one of the principal guides, and a man of importance therefore, now stood forward. He was probably about forty-five years of age; had a plain, olive-coloured countenance29, surrounded by a mass of long jet-black hair, which he inherited, along with a pair of dark, piercing eyes, from his Indian mother; and a robust30, heavy, yet active frame, which bore a strong resemblance to what his Canadian father’s had been many years before. His arms, in particular, were of herculean mould, with large, swelling31 veins32 and strongly-marked muscles. They seemed, in fact, just formed for the purpose of pulling the heavy sweep of an inland boat among strong rapids. His face combined an expression of stern resolution with great good-humour; and truly his countenance did not belie33 him, for he was known among his comrades as the most courageous34 and at the same time the most peaceable man in the settlement. Louis Peltier was singular in possessing the latter quality, for assuredly the half-breeds, whatever other good points they boast, cannot lay claim to very gentle or dove-like dispositions35. His grey capote and blue leggings were decorated with no unusual ornaments36, and the scarlet37 belt which encircled his massive figure was the only bit of colour he displayed.
The younger men fell respectfully into the rear as Louis stepped forward and begged pardon for coming so early in the day. “Mais, monsieur,” he said, “I have to look after the boats to-day, and get them ready for a start to-morrow.”
Peter Mactavish gave Louis a hearty38 shake of the hand before proceeding39 to supply his wants, which were simple and moderate, excepting in the article of tabac, in the use of which he was immoderate, being an inveterate40 smoker41; so that a considerable portion of the snake had to be uncoiled for his benefit.
“Fond as ever of smoking, Louis?” said Peter Mactavish, as he handed him the coil.
“Oui, monsieur—very fond,” answered the guide, smelling the weed. “Ah, this is very good. I must take a good supply this voyage, because I lost the half of my roll last year;” and the guide gave a sigh as he thought of the overwhelming bereavement42.
“Lost the half of it, Louis!” said Mactavish. “Why, how was that? You must have lost more than half your spirits with it!”
“Ah, oui, I lost all my spirits, and my comrade François at the same time!”
“Dear me!” exclaimed the clerk, bustling43 about the store while the guide continued to talk.
“Oui, monsieur, oui. I lost him, and my tabac, and my spirits, and very nearly my life, all in one moment!”
“Why, how came that about?” said Peter, pausing in his work, and laying a handful of pipes on the counter.
“Ah, monsieur, it was very sad (merci, monsieur, merci; thirty pipes, if you please), and I thought at the time that I should give up my voyageur life, and remain altogether in the settlement with my old woman. Mais, monsieur, that was not possible. When I spoke44 of it to my old woman, she called me an old woman; and you know, monsieur, that two old women never could live together in peace for twelve months under the same roof. So here I am, you see, ready again for the voyage.”
The voyageurs, who had drawn45 round Louis when he alluded46 to an anecdote47 which they had often heard before, but were never weary of hearing over again, laughed loudly at this sally, and urged the guide to relate the story to “monsieur,” who, nothing loath48 to suspend his operations for a little, leaned his arms on the counter and said,—“Tell us all about it, Louis; I am anxious to know how you managed to come by so many losses all at one time.”
“Bien, monsieur, I shall soon relate it, for the story is very short.”
Harry Somerville, who was entering the pipes in Louis’s account, had just set down the figures “30” when Louis cleared his throat to begin. Not having the mental fortitude49 to finish the line, he dropped his pen, sprang off his stool, which he upset in so doing, jumped up, sitting-ways, upon the counter, and gazed with breathless interest into the guide’s face as he spoke.
“It was on a cold, wet afternoon,” said Louis, “that we were descending50 the Hill River, at a part of the rapids where there is a sharp bend in the stream, and two or three great rocks that stand up in front of the water, as it plunges51 over a ledge52, as if they were put there a purpose to catch it, and split it up into foam53, or to stop the boats and canoes that try to run the rapids, and cut them up into splinters. It was an ugly place, monsieur, I can tell you; and though I’ve run it again and again, I always hold my breath tighter when we get to the top, and breathe freer when we get to the bottom. Well, there was a chum of mine at the bow, François by name, and a fine fellow he was as I ever came across. He used to sleep with me at night under the same blanket, although it was somewhat inconvenient54; for being as big as myself and a stone heavier, it was all we could do to make the blanket cover us. However, he and I were great friends, and we managed it somehow. Well, he was at the bow when we took the rapids, and a first-rate bowman he made. His pole was twice as long and twice as thick as any other pole in the boat, and he twisted it about just like a fiddlestick. I remember well the night before we came to the rapids, as he was sitting by the fire, which was blazing up among the pine branches that overhung us, he said that he wanted a good pole for the rapids next day; and with that he jumped up, laid hold of an axe10, and went back into the woods a bit to get one. When he returned, he brought a young tree on his shoulder, which he began to strip of its branches and bark. ‘Louis,’ says he, ‘this is hot work; give us a pipe.’ So I rummaged55 about for some tobacco, but found there was none left in my bag; so I went to my kit56 and got out my roll, about three fathoms57 or so, and cutting half of it off, I went to the fire and twisted it round his neck by way of a joke, and he said he’d wear it as a necklace all night—and so he did, too, and forgot to take it off in the morning; and when we came near the rapids I couldn’t get at my bag to stow it away, so says I, ‘François, you’ll have to run with it on, for I can’t stop to stow it now.’ ‘All right,’ says he, ‘go ahead;’ and just as he said it, we came in sight of the first run, foaming58 and boiling like a kettle of robbiboo. ‘Take care, lads,’ I cried, and the next moment we were dashing down towards the bend in the river. As we came near to the shoot, I saw François standing59 up on the gunwale to get a better view of the rocks ahead, and every now and then giving me a signal with his hand how to steer60. Suddenly he gave a shout, and plunged61 his long pole into the water, to fend62 off from a rock which a swirl63 in the stream had concealed64. For a second or two his pole bent65 like a willow66, and we could feel the heavy boat jerk off a little with the tremendous strain; but all at once the pole broke off short with a crack, François’ heels made a flourish in the air, and then he disappeared head foremost into the foaming water, with my tobacco coiled round his neck! As we flew past the place, one of his arms appeared, and I made a grab at it, and caught him by the sleeve; but the effort upset myself, and over I went too. Fortunately, however, one of my men caught me by the foot, and held on like a vice67; but the force of the current tore François’ sleeve out of my grasp, and I was dragged into the boat again just in time to see my comrade’s legs and arms going like the sails of a windmill, as he rolled over several times and disappeared. Well, we put ashore68 the moment we got into still water, and then five or six of us started off on foot to look for François. After half an hour’s search, we found him pitched upon a flat rock in the middle of the stream like a bit of driftwood. We immediately waded69 out to the rock and brought him ashore, where we lighted a fire, took off all his clothes, and rubbed him till he began to show signs of life again. But you may judge, mes garçons, of my misery70 when I found that the coil of tobacco was gone. It had come off his neck during his struggles, and there wasn’t a vestige71 of it left, except a bright red mark on the throat, where it had nearly strangled him. When he began to recover, he put his hand up to his neck as if feeling for something, and muttered faintly, ‘The tabac.’ ‘Ah, morbleu!’ said I, ‘you may say that! Where is it?’ Well, we soon brought him round, but he had swallowed so much water that it damaged his lungs, and we had to leave him at the next post we came to; and so I lost my friend too.”
“Did François get better?” said Charley Kennedy, in a voice of great concern.
Charley had entered the store by another door, just as the guide began his story, and had listened to it unobserved with breathless interest.
“Recover! Oh oui, monsieur, he soon got well again.”
“Oh, I’m so glad,” cried Charley.
“But I lost him for that voyage,” added the guide; “and I lost my tabac for ever!”
“You must take better care of it this time, Louis,” said Peter Mactavish, as he resumed his work.
“That I shall, monsieur,” replied Louis, shouldering his goods and quitting the store, while a short, slim, active little Canadian took his place.
“Now then, Baptiste,” said Mactavish, “you want a—”
“Blanket, monsieur.”
“Good. And—”
“A capote, monsieur.”
“And—”
“An axe—”
“Stop, stop!” shouted Harry Somerville from his desk. “Here’s an entry in Louis’s account that I can’t make out—30 something or other; what can it have been?”
“How often,” said Mactavish, going up to him with a look of annoyance—“how often have I told you, Mr Somerville, not to leave an entry half finished on any account!”
“I didn’t know that I left it so,” said Harry, twisting his features and scratching his head in great perplexity. “What can it have been? 30—30—not blankets, eh?” (Harry was becoming banteringly bitter.) “He couldn’t have got thirty guns, could he? or thirty knives, or thirty copper72 kettles?”
“Perhaps it was thirty pounds of tea,” suggested Charley.
“No doubt it was thirty pipes,” said Peter Mactavish.
“Oh, that was it!” cried Harry, “that was it! thirty pipes, to be sure. What an ass2 I am!”
“And pray what is that?” said Mactavish, pointing sarcastically73 to an entry in the previous account—“5 yards of superfine Annette? Really, Mr Somerville, I wish you would pay more attention to your work and less to the conversation.”
“Oh dear!” cried Harry, becoming almost hysterical74 under the combined effects of chagrin75 at making so many mistakes, and suppressed merriment at the idea of selling Annettes by the yard. “Oh, dear me—”
Harry could say no more, but stuffed his handkerchief into his mouth and turned away.
“Well, sir,” said the offended Peter, “when you have laughed to your entire satisfaction, we will go on with our work, if you please.”
“All right,” cried Harry, suppressing his feelings with a strong effort; “what next?”
Just then a tall, raw-boned man entered the store, and rudely thrusting Baptiste aside, asked if he could get his supplies now.
“No,” said Mactavish, sharply; “you’ll take your turn like the rest.”
The new-comer was a native of Orkney, a country from which, and the neighbouring islands, the Fur Company almost exclusively recruits its staff of labourers. These men are steady, useful servants, although inclined to be slow and lazy at first; but they soon get used to the country, and rapidly improve under the example of the active Canadians and half-breeds with whom they associate. Some of them are the best servants the Company possess. Hugh Mathison, however, was a very bad specimen76 of the race, being rough and coarse in his manners, and very lazy withal. Upon receiving the trader’s answer, Hugh turned sulkily on his heel and strode towards the door. Now, it happened that Baptiste’s bundle lay just behind him, and on turning to leave the place, he tripped over it and stumbled, whereat the voyageurs burst into an ironical77 laugh (for Hugh was not a favourite).
“Confound your trash!” he cried, giving the little bundle a kick that scattered78 everything over the floor.
“Crapaud!” said Baptiste, between his set teeth, while his eyes flashed angrily, and he stood up before Hugh with clinched79 fists, “what mean you by that, eh?”
The big Scotchman held his little opponent in contempt; so that, instead of putting himself on the defensive80, he leaned his back against the door, thrust his hands into his pockets, and requested to know “what that was to him.”
Baptiste was not a man of many words, and this reply, coupled with the insolent81 sneer82 with which it was uttered, caused him to plant a sudden and well-directed blow on the point of Hugh’s nose, which flattened83 it on his face, and brought the back of his head into violent contact with the door.
“Well done!” shouted the men; “bravo, Baptiste! Regardez le nez, mes enfants!”
“Hold!” cried Mactavish, vaulting84 the counter, and intercepting85 Hugh as he rushed upon his antagonist86; “no fighting here, you blackguards! If you want to do that, go outside the fort;” and Peter, opening the door, thrust the Orkneyman out.
In the meantime, Baptiste gathered up his goods and left the store, in company with several of his friends, vowing87 that he would wreak88 his vengeance89 on the “gros chien” before the sun should set.
He had not long to wait, however, for just outside the gate he found Hugh, still smarting under the pain and indignity90 of the blow, and ready to pounce91 upon him like a cat on a mouse.
Baptiste instantly threw down his bundle, and prepared for battle by discarding his coat.
Every nation has its own peculiar method of fighting, and its own ideas of what is honourable92 and dishonourable in combat. The English, as every one knows, have particularly stringent93 rules regarding the part of the body which may or may not be hit with propriety94, and count it foul95 disgrace to strike a man when he is down; although, by some strange perversity96 of reasoning, they deem it right and fair to fall upon him while in this helpless condition, and burst him if possible. The Scotchman has less of the science, and we are half inclined to believe that he would go the length of kicking a fallen opponent; but on this point we are not quite positive. In regard to the style adopted by the half-breeds, however, we have no doubt. They fight any way and every way, without reference to rules at all; and really, although we may bring ourselves into contempt by admitting the fact, we think they are quite right. No doubt the best course of action is not to fight; but if a man does find it necessary to do so, surely the wisest plan is to get it over at once (as the dentist suggested to his timorous97 patient), and to do it in the most effectual manner.
Be this as it may, Baptiste flew at Hugh, and alighted upon him, not head first, or fist first, or feet first, or anything first, but altogether in a heap, as it were; fist, feet, knees, nails, and teeth all taking effect at one and the same time, with a force so irresistible98 that the next moment they both rolled in the dust together.
For a minute or so they struggled and kicked like a couple of serpents, and then, bounding to their feet again, they began to perform a war-dance round each other, revolving99 their fists at the same time in, we presume, the most approved fashion. Owing to his bulk and natural laziness, which rendered jumping about like a jack-in-the-box impossible, Hugh Mathison preferred to stand on the defensive; while his lighter100 opponent, giving way to the natural bent of his mercurial101 temperament102 and corporeal103 predilections104, comported105 himself in a manner that cannot be likened to anything mortal or immortal106, human or inhuman107, unless it be to an insane cat, whose veins ran wild-fire instead of blood. Or perhaps we might liken him to that ingenious piece of fire-work called a zigzag108 cracker109, which explodes with unexpected and repeated suddenness, changing its position in a most perplexing manner at every crack. Baptiste, after the first onset110 danced backwards111 with surprising lightness, glaring at his adversary112 the while, and rapidly revolving his fists as before mentioned; then a terrific yell was heard; his head, arms, and legs became a sort of whirling conglomerate113; the spot on which he danced was suddenly vacant, and at the same moment Mathison received a bite, a scratch, a dab114 on the nose, and a kick on the stomach all at once. Feeling that it was impossible to plant a well-directed blow on such an assailant, he waited for the next onslaught; and the moment he saw the explosive object flying through the air towards him, he met it with a crack of his heavy fist, which, happening to take effect in the middle of the chest, drove it backwards with about as much velocity115 as it had approached, and poor Baptiste measured his length on the ground.
“Oh pauvre chien!” cried the spectators, “c’est fini!”
“Not yet,” cried Baptiste, as he sprang with a scream to his feet again, and began his dance with redoubled energy, just as if all that had gone before was a mere116 sketch—a sort of playful rehearsal117, as it were, of what was now to follow. At this moment Hugh stumbled over a canoe paddle, and fell headlong into Baptiste’s arms, as he was in the very act of making one of his violent descents. This unlooked-for occurrence brought them both to a sudden pause, partly from necessity and partly from surprise. Out of this state Baptiste recovered first, and taking advantage of the accident, threw Mathison heavily to the ground. He rose quickly, however, and renewed the fight with freshened vigour118.
Just at this moment a passionate119 growl120 was heard, and old Mr Kennedy rushed out of the fort in a towering rage.
Now Mr Kennedy had no reason whatever for being angry. He was only a visitor at the fort, and so had no concern in the behaviour of those connected with it. He was not even in the Company’s service now, and could not, therefore, lay claim, as one of its officers, to any right to interfere121 with its men. But Mr Kennedy never acted much from reason; impulse was generally his guiding-star. He had, moreover, been an absolute monarch122, and a commander of men, for many years past in his capacity of fur-trader. Being, as we have said, a powerful, fiery123 man, he had ruled very much by means of brute124 force—a species of suasion, by the way, which is too common among many of the gentlemen (?) in the employment of the Hudson’s Bay Company. On hearing, therefore, that the men were fighting in front of the fort, Mr Kennedy rushed out in a towering rage.
“Oh, you precious blackguards!” he cried, running up to the combatants, while with flashing eyes he gazed first at one and then at the other, as if uncertain on which to launch his ire. “Have you no place in the world to fight but here—eh, blackguards?”
“O monsieur,” said Baptiste, lowering his hands, and assuming that politeness of demeanour which seems inseparable from French blood, however much mixed with baser fluid, “I was just giving that dog a thrashing, monsieur.”
“Go!” cried Mr Kennedy, in a voice of thunder, turning to Hugh, who still stood in a pugilistic attitude, with very little respect in his looks.
Hugh hesitated to obey the order; but Mr Kennedy continued to advance, grinding his teeth and working his fingers convulsively, as if belonged to lay violent hold of the Orkney-man’s swelled125 nose; so he retreated in his uncertainty126, but still with his face to the foe127. As has been already said, the Assiniboine River flows within a hundred yards of the gate of Fort Garry. The two men, in their combat, had approached pretty near to the bank, at a place where it descends128 somewhat precipitately129 into the stream. It was towards this bank that Hugh Mathison was now retreating, crab130 fashion, followed by Mr Kennedy, and both of them so taken up with each other that neither perceived the fact until Hugh’s heel struck against a stone just at the moment that Mr Kennedy raised his clinched fist in a threatening attitude. The effect of this combination was to pitch the poor man head over heels down the bank, into a row of willow bushes, through which, as he rolled with great speed, he went with a loud crash, and shot head first, like a startled alligator131, into the water, amid a roar of laughter from his comrades and the people belonging to the fort; most of whom, attracted by the fight, were now assembled on the banks of the river.
Mr Kennedy’s wrath132 vanished immediately, and he joined in the laughter; but his face instantly changed when he beheld133 Hugh sputtering134 in deep water, and heard some one say that he could not swim.
“What! can’t swim?” he exclaimed, running down the bank to the edge of the water. Baptiste was before him, however. In a moment he plunged in up to the neck, stretched forth his arm, grasped Hugh by the hair, and dragged him to the land.
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