The well-known disinclination of time and tide to wait for any man holds good in the wilderness of the Great Nor’-west, as elsewhere.
Notwithstanding the momentous3 events which took place at Fort Wichikagan and in Colorado, as detailed5 in preceding chapters, the winter passed away as usual, spring returned, and the voice of the grey-goose and plover6 began once more to gladden the heart of exiled man.
Jack7 Lumley sat on a rustic8 chair in front of the Hall, gazing with wistful eyes at the still ice-covered lake, and occasionally consulting an open letter in his hand with frowning looks of meditation9. The sweet voice of Jessie Lumley came from the interior of the Hall, trilling a tuneful Highland10 air, which, sweeping11 over the lawn and lake, mingled12 with the discords13 of the plover and geese, thus producing a species of wild-wood harmony.
Peter Macnab—who, since the memorable14 day when the table became a split-camel under his weight, had been to the Mountain Fort and got back again to Wichikagan—came up, sat down on a bench beside his brother-in-law, and said,—“Shall I become a prophet?”
“Perhaps you’d better not, Macnab. It is not safe to sail under false colours, or pretend to powers which one does not possess.”
“But what if I feel a sort of inspiration which convinces me that I do possess prophetic powers, at least to some extent?”
“Then explode and relieve yourself by all means,” said Lumley.
“You have read that letter,” resumed Macnab, “at least fifty times, if you have read it once.”
“If you had said that I had read it a hundred and fifty times,” returned Lumley, “you would have been still under the mark.”
“Just so. And you have meditated16 over it, and dreamed about it, and talked it over with your wife at least as many times—if not more.”
“Your claim to rank among the prophets is indisputable, Macnab—at least as regards the past. What have you got to say about the future?”
“The future is as clear to me, my boy, as yonder sun, which gleams in the pools that stud the ice on Lake Wichikagan.”
“I am afraid, brother-in-law,” returned Lumley, with a pitiful smile, “that your intellects are sinking to a par17 with those of the geese which fly over the pools referred to.”
“Listen!” resumed the Highlander18, with a serious air that was unusual in him. “I read the future thus. You have already, as I am aware, sent in your resignation. Well, you will not only quit the service of the HBC, but you will go and join your friend Maxby in Colorado; you will become a farmer; and, worst of all, you will take my dear sister with you.”
“In some respects,” said Lumley, also becoming serious, “you are right. I have made up my mind that, God willing, I shall quit the service—not that I find fault with it, very much the reverse; but it is too much of a life of exile and solitude19 to my dear Jessie. I will also go to Colorado and join Maxby, but I won’t take your sister from you. I will take you with me, brother-in-law, if you will consent to go, and we shall all live together. What say you?”
Macnab shook his head, sadly.
“You forget my boy, that your case is very different from mine. You have only just reached the end of your second term of service, and are still a youth. Whereas, I am a commissioned officer of the Fur Trade, with a fairish income, besides being an elderly man, and not very keen to throw all up and begin life over again.”
There was much in what Macnab said, yet not so much but that Lumley set himself, with all his powers of suasion and suavity20, to induce his brother-in-law to change his mind. But Lumley had yet to learn that no power of Saxon logic21, or personal influence, can move the will of a man from beyond the Grampian range who has once made up his mind.
When all was said, Macnab still shook his head, and smiled regretfully.
“It’s of no use wasting your breath, my boy,—but tell me, is Jessie anxious for this change?”
“She is anxious. She naturally pines for female society—though she did not say so until I urged her solemnly to tell me all her mind. And she is right. It is not good for woman, any more than for man, to be alone, and when I am away on these long expeditions—taking the furs to the depot24, searching out the Indians, hunting, etcetera,—she is left unavoidably alone. I have felt this very strongly, and that was why, as you know, I had made up my mind during the winter, and written to the governor and council that, as my time had expired, I meant to retire this spring.”
“Yes, boy, I know,” returned Macnab. “I foresaw all this even long before you began to move in the matter, and I also took steps with a view to contingencies25. You know that I am entitled to a year’s furlough this spring. Well, I wrote during the winter to say that I intended to avail myself of it. Now, then, this is what I intend to do. When you retire, and go off to the States, I will go with you on leave of absence. We won’t lose time by the way, for you may depend on it that Maxby will not delay his wedding longer than he can help. Fortunately, his old father won’t be able to wind up his affairs in England, and set off to Colorado quite as quickly as the son expects, so that will help to delay matters; and thus, though we can hardly expect to be in time for the wedding, we will at least be time enough to claim a revival26 and extension of the festivities. Then, you know, Big Otter27—”
“Aye, what of him?” asked Lumley, seeing that Macnab paused.
“Well, I think we may prevail on him to go with us, as our guide, till we reach the civilised world, after which, we can take him in charge—turn the tables as it were—and guide him to Sunny Creek28.”
“Yes—or send him on in advance of us, through the wood in a straight line, like the swallow, to announce our approach.”
At this point, Jessie, who had been busy with the household bread, came to the door with a face radiant from the combined effect of hard work and happiness.
“What is the subject of all this earnest conversation, Jack?” she asked, pulling down the sleeves that had been tucked up above her elbows.
“Ask your brother, Jess,” said Lumley, rising. “I shall have time before supper to pay a visit to Big Otter on a matter of some importance.”
He passed into the house to take up his gun and powder-horn, while Jessie sat down on the rustic chair, and her brother returned to the subject that had been interrupted.
Now there occurred that afternoon an event which might have put a final and fatal termination to the plans which had just been so eagerly discussed.
I have said that spring was so far advanced at that time, that pools of water were formed on the ice of Lake Wichikagan. The heat which caused these had also the effect of softening29 the snow in the woods, so as to render walking in snow-shoes very laborious30. As walking without them, however, was impossible, Lumley had no other course left than to put them on and plod15 away heavily through the deep and pasty snow.
Big Otter at that time occupied the important position of hunter to the establishment. He supplied it with fresh meat and dwelt in a small wigwam, about six miles distant from the fort, on the borders of a little lake—little at least for that region, but measuring somewhat over three miles in diameter. He also, for his own advantage and recreation, carried on the business of a trapper, and had that winter supplied many a silver fox and marten to the fur-stores at Wichikagan.
When Lumley set out to visit the chief he knew that there was a possibility of his being out after deer, but in that case he meant to await his arrival, at least until nightfall, and then he could leave a hieroglyphic31 message, which the Indian would understand, requiring his immediate32 presence at the fort. In any case Lumley thought nothing of a twelve-mile walk, even though the snow was soft and deep.
Nothing worthy33 of notice occurred until he reached the lake above-mentioned, on the borders of which he halted. Looking across the bay, on the other side of which the hunter’s wigwam stood, he could discern among the pines and willows34 the orange-coloured birch-bark of which it was made, but no wreath of blue smoke told of the presence of the hunter.
“H’m! not at home!” muttered Lumley, who then proceeded to debate with himself the propriety35 of venturing to cross the bay on the ice.
Now, it must be told that ice on the North American lakes becomes exceedingly dangerous at a certain period of spring, for, retaining much of its winter solidity of appearance, and, indeed, much of its winter thickness, it tempts36 men to venture on it when, in reality, it has become honeycombed and “rotten.” Ice of this kind—no matter how thick it be,—is prone37 to give way without any of those friendly cracks and rends38 and other warnings peculiar39 to the new ice of autumn, and, instead of giving way in angular cakes, it suddenly slides down, letting a man through to the water, by opening a hole not much larger than himself. Of course Lumley was well aware of this danger—hence the debate with himself, or rather with his judgment40.
“It looks solid enough,” said Lumley.
“Looks are deceptive,” said his judgment.
“Then, it’s rather early yet for the ice to have become quite rotten,” said Lumley.
“So everyone goes on saying, every spring, till some unfortunate loses his life, and teaches others wisdom,” said judgment; “besides, you’re a heavy man.”
“And it is a tremendous long way round by the shore—nearly four times the distance,” murmured Lumley.
“What of that in comparison with the risk you run,” remarked judgment, growing impatient.
“I’ll venture it!” said the man, sternly.
“You’re a fool!” cried the other, getting angry.
It is surprising with what equanimity41 a man will stand insulting language from himself! With something like a contemptuous smile on his lips, Lumley took off his snow-shoes and set off to cross the bay.
As he had anticipated, he found it as firm as a rock. The surface, indeed, had a dark wet look about it, and there were various pools here and there which he carefully avoided; but there was no other indication of danger until he had got three-quarters of the way across. Then, without an instant’s warning, the mass of ice on which he stood dropped below him like a trap-door and left him struggling in a compound of ice and water!
The first shock of the cold water on his robust42 frame was to give it a feeling of unusual strength. With a sharp shout, caused by the cold rather than alarm, he laid both hands on the edge of the ice, and, springing like an acrobat43 out of the water to his waist, fell with his chest on the still sound ice; but it was not long sound. His convulsive grip and heavy weight broke it off, and down he sank again, over head and ears.
It is not easy to convince a very powerful man that he may become helpless. Lumley rose, and, with another Herculean grip, laid hold of the edge of the ice. His mind had not yet fully22 admitted that he was in absolute danger. He had only been recklessly vigorous at the first attempt to get out—that was all—now, he would exercise caution.
With the coolness that was natural to him—increased, perhaps, by the coolness of the water—he again laid his hands on the edge of the ice, but he did not try to scramble44 upon it. He had been a practised gymnast at school. Many a time had he got into a boat from deep water while bathing, and he knew that in such an effort one is hampered45 by the tendency one’s legs have to get under the boat and prevent action—even as, at that moment, his legs were attempting to go under the ice. Adopting, therefore, his old plan and keeping his hands on the edge of the ice, he first of all paddled backwards46 with his legs until he got himself into a quite perpendicular47 position, so that when he should make the spring there would be no fear of retarding48 his action by scraping against the ice with his chest. While in this position he let himself sink to the very lips—nay, even lower—and then, acting49 with arms and legs at the same moment, he shot himself full half his length out of the water.
The whole process was well calculated, for, by sinking so deeply before the spring, he thus made use of the buoyancy of water, and rendered less pressure with his hands on the ice needful. But, although he thus avoided breaking the ice at first he could not by any device lessen50 the weight of his fall upon it. Again the treacherous mass gave way, and once more he sank into the cold lake.
Cold, far more than exertion51, tells on a man in such circumstances. A feeling of exhaustion52, such as poor Lumley had never felt before, came over him.
“God help me!” he gasped53, with the fervour that comes over men when in the hour of their extremity54.
Death seemed at last evidently to confront him, and with the energy of a brave man he grappled and fought him. Again and again he tried the faithless ice, each time trying to recall some device in athletics55 which might help him, but always with the same result. Then, still clinging to life convulsively, he prayed fervently56 and tried to meet his fate like a man. This effort is probably more easy on the battle-field, with the vital powers unexhausted, and the passions strong. It was not so easy in the lone23 wilderness, with no comrade’s voice to cheer, with the cold gradually benumbing all the vital powers, and with life slipping slowly away like an unbelievable dream!
The desire to live came over him so strongly at times, that again and yet again, he struggled back from the gates of the dark valley by the mere57 power of his will and renewed his fruitless efforts; and when at last despair took possession of him, from the depths of his capacious chest he gave vent4 to that:—
“Bubbling cry
Of some strong swimmer in his agony!”
Sleeping soundly in his wigwam, Big Otter heard the cry.
Our Indian was not the man to start up and stare, and wonder, and wait for a repetition of any cry. Like the deer which he had so often roused, he leaped up, bounded through the doorway58 of his tent, and grasped gun and snow-shoes. One glance sufficed to show him the not far distant hole in the ice. Dropping the gun he thrust his feet into the snowshoes, and went off over the ice at racing59 speed. The snow-shoes did not impede60 him much, and they rendered the run over the ice less dangerous. Probably Lumley would not have broken through if he had used his snow-shoes, because of the larger surface of ice which they would have covered.
To come within a few yards of the hole, slide to the edge of it on his chest, with both snow-shoes spread out under that, by way of diffusing61 his weight over as much surface as possible, was the work of only a few minutes. But by that time the perishing man was almost incapable62 of helping63 himself. The great difficulty that the rescuer experienced was to rouse Lumley once more to action, for the torpor64 that precedes death had already set in, and to get on his knees on the edge of the ice, so as to have power to raise his friend, would only have resulted in the loss of his own life as well. To make sure that he should not let go his hold and slip, Big Otter tied the end of his long worsted belt round his friend’s right wrist.
“Now,” he said, earnestly, “try once more.”
“Too late—too late! God bless you, Big—” He stopped, and his eyes closed!
“No!” cried the Indian, vehemently65, giving the perishing man’s head a violent shake—then, putting his mouth close to his ear, added in a deep tone—“Not too late for the Master of Life to save. Think! The dark-haired pale-face waits for you.”
This was a judicious66 touch. The energy which could not be aroused by any consideration of self was electrified67 by the thought of the waiting wife. Lumley made one more desperate effort and once again cried to God for help. Both acts contributed to the desired end, and were themselves an answer to the prayer of faith. Mysterious connection! Hope revived, and the vital fluid received a fresh impulse. In the strength of it Lumley raised himself so far out of the water that the Indian was able to drag half his body on the ice, but the legs still hung down. Creeping back a few feet, the Indian, still lying flat on his face, cut a hole in the ice with his hatchet68 into which he stuck his toe, and seized hold of the end of his worsted belt.
“That’s right,” said his friend, faintly—“wait.”
Big Otter knew that full consciousness had returned. He waited while Lumley, gently paddling with his legs, got them into a horizontal position.
“Now!” cried Lumley.
The Indian pulled—softly at first, then vigorously, and Lumley slid fairly on the ice. The rest, though still dangerous, was easy. In a few minutes more the red-man had the pale-face stripped beside a rousing fire in the wigwam—and thus he brought him back to life from the very gates of death.
“You have saved me, my good friend,” said Lumley, when he began to recover.
“The Great Master of Life saved you,” returned the Indian. “He made use of me—for which I thank him.”
It was not until late on the following day that Lumley felt strong enough to return to the fort, and relate what had occurred. Then the plans for the future were laid before Big Otter, and, to the satisfaction of all parties, he agreed at once to fall in with them.
“But,” said he, “Big Otter will not stay. He loves the great wilderness too well to be content to live among the wooden wigwams of the pale-faces.”
“Well, we won’t bother ourselves on that point just now,” said Macnab, “and so, as that’s comfortably settled, I’ll pack up and away back to my mountain fort to get ready for a trip, with you and Lumley and Jessie, to Colorado.”
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highland
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