With much labour and skill had the Davidsons and McKays erected1 two timber cottages side by side in the land of their adoption2.
These two families were among the first band of settlers. They were very different in character—one being Highland3, the other Lowland Scotch4, but they were more or less united by sympathy, intermarriage, and long residence beside each other on the slopes of the Grampian Hills, so that, on the voyage out, they made a compact that they should stick by each other, and strive, and work, and fight the battle of life together in the new land.
All the members of the Davidson family were sterling5, sedate6, hearty7, and thorough-going. Daniel and Peter were what men style “dependable” fellows, and bore strong resemblance to their father, who died almost immediately after their arrival in the new country. Little Jessie was like her mother, a sort of bottomless well of sympathy, into which oceans of joy or sorrow might be poured without causing an overflow—except, perchance, at the eyelids—and out of which the waters of consolation8 might be pumped for evermore without pumping dry. The idea of self never suggested itself in the presence of these two. The consequence was that everybody adored them. It was rather a selfish adoration9, we fear, nevertheless it was extremely delightful—to the adorers, we mean—and doubtless not unpleasant to the adored.
The love of God, in Christ, was the foundation of their characters.
Of the McKay family we cannot speak so confidently. Elspie, indeed, was all that could be desired, and Fergus was in all respects a sterling man; but the head of the family was, as we have seen, open to improvement in many respects, and Duncan junior was of that heart-breaking character which is known as ne’er-do-weel. Possibly, if differently treated by his father, he might have been a better man. As it was, he was unprincipled and hasty of temper.
Little wonder that, when thrown together during a long voyage—to an almost unknown land—Elspie McKay and Daniel Davidson should fall into that condition which is common to all mankind, and less wonder that, being a daring youth with a resolute10 will, Daniel should manage to induce the pliant11, loving Elspie, to plight12 her troth while they were gazing over the ship’s side at the first iceberg13 they met. We may as well hark back here a little, and very briefly14 sketch15 the incident. It may serve as a guide to others.
The two were standing—according to the report of the bo’s’n, who witnessed the whole affair—“abaft16 the main shrouds17 squintin’ over the weather gangway.” We are not quite sure of the exact words used by that discreditable bo’s’n, but these are something like them. It was moon-light and dead calm; therefore propitious18, so far, to Daniel’s design—for Daniel undoubtedly19 had a design that night, obvious to his own mind, and clearly defined like the great iceberg, though, like it too, somewhat hazy20 in detail.
“What a glorious, magnificent object!” exclaimed Elspie, gazing in wonder at the berg, the pinnacles21 of which rose considerably22 above the mast-head.
“Yes, very glorious, very magnificent!” said Daniel, gazing into the maiden23’s eyes, and utterly24 regardless of the berg.
“I wonder how such a huge mass ever manages to melt,” said Elspie—for the human mind, even in pretty girls, is discursive25.
“What do you mean?” she asked, turning her eyes in considerable astonishment27 from the berg to the man.
“I mean,” said he, “that under the influence of your eyes the iceberg ought to melt straight away. They have melted my heart, Elspie, and That has been an iceberg, I find, till now.”
He seized her hand. It had all come on so suddenly that poor Elspie was quite unprepared for it. She turned as if to fly, but Daniel put his arm round her waist and detained her.
“Elspie, dearest Elspie, it must be settled now—or—.” He would not—could not—say “never.”
But Daniel did.
“Bray-vo!” exclaimed the bo’s’n with enthusiasm, for he was a sympathetic man, though unprincipled in the matter of eavesdropping29.
That cut it short. They retired30 precipitately31 from the weather gangway abaft the main shrouds, and sought refuge in a sequestered32 nook near the companion-hatch, which was, in name as well as in every other way, much more suited to their circumstances. The steersman had his eye on them there, but they fortunately did not know it.
Apologising for this reminiscence, we return to the thread of our story.
Mrs Davidson was seated at breakfast one morning, with all her family around her in Prairie Cottage. She had named it thus because, from one of the windows, there was to be had a peep of the prairies lying beyond the bushes by which it was surrounded.
Old McKay had named his cottage Ben Nevis, either because the country around was as flat as a pancake, or out of sheer contradictiousness.
“Have they found out anything more about the murder of that poor fellow Perrin?” asked Mrs Davidson. “More than four months have passed since it happened.”
“Nothing more, mother,” said Dan, who now filled his father’s chair. “As you say, four months have passed, and one would think that was time enough to discover the murderer, but, you see, it is nobody’s business in particular, and we’ve no regular police, and everybody is far too busy just now to think about it. In fact, not many people in these parts care much about a murder, I fear.”
“Ah if they went to see Perrin’s old mother,” said Jessie, “it would oblige them to care a great deal, for he was her only son.”
“Ay, her only child!” added Mrs Davidson.
While she was yet speaking, it so happened that Duncan McKay junior himself entered the room, with that over-done free-and-easiness which sometimes characterises a man who is ill at ease.
“Whose only child are you speaking about, Mrs Davidson?” he asked carelessly.
“Mrs Perrin’s,” she replied, with a familiar nod to the visitor, who often dropped in on them casually33 in this way.
The reply was so unexpected and sudden, that McKay could not avoid a slight start and a peculiar34 expression, in spite of his usual self-command. He glanced quickly at Dan and Peter, but they were busy with their food, and had apparently35 not noticed the guilty signs.
“Ah, poor thing,” returned the youth, in his cynical36 and somewhat nasal tone, “it iss hard on her. By the way, Dan, hev ye heard that the wolves hev killed two or three of McDermid’s horses that had strayed out on the plains, and Elspie’s mare37 Vixen iss out too. Some of us will be going to seek for her. The day bein’ warm an’ the snow soft, we hev a good chance of killin’ some o’ the wolves. I thought Peter might like to go too.”
“So Peter does,” said the youth, rising and brushing the crumbs38 off his knees: “there’s nothing I like better than to hunt down these sneaking39, murderous brutes40 that are so ready to spring suddenly unawares on friend or foe41.”
Again Duncan McKay cast a quick inquiring glance at Peter, but the lad was evidently innocent of any double meaning. It was only a movement, within the man-slayer, of that conscience which “makes cowards of us all.”
“Louise!” shouted Dan, as he also rose from the table.
“Oui, monsieur,” came, in polite deferential42 tones, from the culinary department, and the little half-breed maiden appeared at the door.
“Did you mend that shot-bag last night?”
“Oui, monsieur.”
“Fetch it here, then, please; and, Jessie, stir your stumps43 like a good girl, and get some food ready to take with us.”
“Will you tell me the precise way in which good girls stir their stumps?” asked Jessie; “for I’m not quite sure.”
Dan answered with a laugh, and went out to saddle his horse, followed by his brother and Duncan McKay.
“Rescuing seems to be the order of the day this year,” remarked Peter, as they walked towards the stable behind the cottage. “We’ve had a good deal of rescuing men in the winter, and now we are goin’ to rescue horses.”
“Rescuing is the grandest work that a fellow can undertake,” said Dan, “whether it be the body from death or the soul from sin.”
“What you say iss true—whatever,” remarked McKay, whose speech, although not so broad as that of his father, was tinged44 with similar characteristics. “It will be better to rescue than to kill.”
This was so obvious a truism that his companions laughed, but Duncan had uttered it almost as a soliloquy, for he was thinking at the moment of poor Perrin, whose body had long since been brought to the Settlement and buried. Indeed thoughts of the murdered man were seldom out of his mind.
Meanwhile, far out on the lonesome and still snow-covered prairie the steed which they were going to rescue stood on a low mound45 or undulation of the plain surrounded by wolves. It was a pitiful sight to see the noble mare, almost worn-out with watching and defending herself, while the pack of those sneaking hounds of the wilderness46 sat or stood around her licking their chops and patiently biding47 their time.
They formed a lean, gaunt, savage-looking crew, as they sat there, calculating, apparently, how long their victim’s strength would hold out, and when it would be safe to make a united and cowardly rush.
One wolf, more gaunt and rugged48 and grey than the others, with black lips and red tongue and bloodshot eyes, moved about the circle uneasily as if trying to screw up its craven spirit to the sticking point. The others evidently regarded this one as their leader, for they hung back from him a little, and kept a watchful49 eye on his movements. So did Vixen, the mare. She kept her tail always turned towards him, looking savagely50 back at him with her great eyes glittering, her ears laid flat, and her heels ready.
Poor Vixen! Elspie had given her the name when in a facetious51 frame of mind, as being descriptive of the very opposite of her character, for she was gentle as a lamb, tender in the mouth, playful in her moods, and sensitive to a degree both in body and spirit. No curb52 was ever needed to restrain Vixen, nor spur to urge her on. A chirp53 sent an electric thrill through her handsome frame; a “Quiet, Vic!” sufficed to calm her to absolute docility54. Any child could have reined56 her in, and she went with springy elasticity57 as though her limbs were made of vivified steel and indiarubber. But she was getting old, and somehow the wolves seemed to be aware of that melancholy58 fact. They would not have troubled her in the heyday59 of her youth!
An impatient howl from one of the pack seemed to insinuate60 that the grey old leader was a coward. So he was, but evidently he did not relish61 being told so, for he uncovered his glittering fangs62 and made a sudden dash at the mare.
With a whisk of the tail worthy63 of her best days, she lashed64 out behind and planted both her pretty little feet on the ribs65 of the grey chief with such a portentous66 whack67 that he succumbed68 at once. With a gasp69, and a long-drawn wail70, he sank dead upon the snow; whereupon his amiable71 friends—when quite sure of his demise—tore him limb from limb and devoured72 him.
This was a fortunate respite73 for Vixen, most of whose remaining strength and pluck had been thrown into that magnificent fling. Old Duncan, had he seen it, would probably have styled it a “goot Highland fling.”
But the respite was not of long duration. Their leader formed but a mouthful to each of the pack.
When done, they returned to encircle their victim again, lick their chops, and wait.
Evening was drawing on, and a sort of grey desolation seemed to be creeping over the plains.
A decided74 thaw75 had been operating all that day, rendering76 the snow soft. If the mare had only known the advantage thus given to her, a successful effort at escape might have been made. When snow on the prairie is frozen with a hard crust on the surface, the light wolf can run easily on the top of it, while the heavy horse breaks through at every stride and is soon knocked up. The case is reversed when a thaw softens77 the surface, for then the short-legged wolf flounders helplessly in its depths, while the long-limbed and powerful horse can gallop78 through it with comparative ease. But the good mare, intelligent though she was, did not consider this fact, and the wolves, you may be sure, did not enlighten her. Besides, by that time she was well-nigh worn-out, and could not have made a vigorous run for life even over a good course.
Gradually, a worthy lieutenant79 of the old grey chief began to show symptoms of impatience80, and the hungry circle closed in. Vixen looked up and whinnied slightly. It seemed a pitiful appeal for help from the human friends who had cared for her so well and so long. Perchance it was the last wail of despair—a final farewell to the green fields and the flowering plains of memory.
Whatever it was, an answer came in the form of several dark specks81 on the horizon. Vixen saw them, and whinnied again in a decidedly different tone. The wolves also saw them, and moved about uneasily.
On came the black specks, increasing in size as they drew near. The wolves looked at each other inquiringly, moved still more uneasily, appeared to hold a consultation82, and finally drew off to a neighbouring knoll83, as if to await the result of this unlooked-for interruption, and return to business when it was past.
The intelligence of the lower animals is great—in some cases very great—but it does not amount to reason. If it did, those wolves would not have sat there, in the pride of physical strength and personal freedom, calmly awaiting their doom84, while Daniel and Peter Davidson, Duncan McKay junior, Okématan the Cree Indian, another Indian named Kateegoose, and Jacques Bourassin, a half-breed, came thundering down towards them like infuriated centaurs85.
At last they seemed to realise the truth that “discretion is the better part of valour,” and began to retire from the scene—slowly at first.
Vixen, recognising friends, trotted86 off with reviving strength, and a high head and tail to meet them. Seeing this, Dan, who led the party, drew rein55 so as to allow the steeds to recover breath before the final burst.
The wolves, with that presumption87 which is usually found to be the handmaid of ignorance, halted, and sat down again to watch the progress of events. Fatal self-confidence! They little knew the deep duplicity of man!
“O you stupid brutes!” murmured Dan to himself, advancing in a somewhat sidling manner as if he meant to pass them. They evidently believed this to be his intention until they saw the six horsemen turn their steeds straight in their direction and charge them at full gallop with a yell that drove rapid conviction to their brains.
Then, with tails between legs and ears flat they fled. But it was too late. The horses scattered88 the soft snow with comparative ease. The wolves plunged89 through it with difficulty. First to overtake them was Peter Davidson. He put the muzzle90 of his gun to the side of the grey lieutenant, and shot him through the heart. His brother Dan, selecting another of the pack, pointed at the ear and blew out its brains. Okématan, partial to the weapons of his forefathers91, sent an arrow through the ribs of a third, while Kateegoose transfixed a fourth. Duncan McKay shot a fifth, and Bourassin knocked over a sixth at comparatively long range, his horse being too poor or too tired to come fairly up with the pack.
There was no wasting of powder, shot, or shaft92 in this affair. Each man was an expert with his weapon, and cool as the proverbial cucumber, though considerably excited. Loading as they ran, they fitted and shot again, stretching six more of the enemy on the plain. Then they pulled up and suffered the rest to escape, being afraid to leave Vixen out of sight behind them, for that happy creature, following and enjoying the sport as long as she could, found that her powers were too much exhausted93 to permit of her keeping up with the chase.
“She’s not fit to travel another mile,” said Dan, stroking her glossy94 neck and allowing her to rub her nose affectionately on his shoulder.
“That iss true, whatever,” assented95 Duncan. “I think we could not do better than camp on the nearest bluff96.”
This was agreed to by all. Provision for one meal, it will be remembered, had been prepared at Prairie Cottage in the morning. A hunter’s meal, when properly divided, makes two or three average meals, and a hunter’s powers of endurance are proverbial. Each man had his blanket strapped97 to his saddle. Branches of various kinds of trees make a good mattress98, and the air of the prairie is well-known to conduce to appetite and slumber99.
With such environment it is scarcely necessary to add that the hunters enjoyed themselves, and that Vixen had a restful night, probably without even a dream about hungry wolves.
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83 knoll | |
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85 centaurs | |
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86 trotted | |
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87 presumption | |
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89 plunged | |
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91 forefathers | |
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92 shaft | |
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93 exhausted | |
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94 glossy | |
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95 assented | |
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96 bluff | |
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adj.用皮带捆住的,用皮带装饰的;身无分文的;缺钱;手头紧v.用皮带捆扎(strap的过去式和过去分词);用皮带抽打;包扎;给…打绷带 | |
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98 mattress | |
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