Three Irishmen of Timbuctoo,
They went to sea in a birch canoe.
They kicked up such a hullabaloo
That they never got back to Timbuctoo.
Remember that, boys.”
“Oh!” said Ned. “I know a better one—
There was a young man of Siam,
As occasionally murmured a damn!
Monotonous1 virtue2
Is certain to hurt you;
So he swallowed a taciturn clam3.”
“What nonsense!” cried Rose.
“That’s good about monotonous virtue,” said Jack4. “A whole day and no row!”
“Not one,” said Rose.
183“Why, Rose, if a fellow don’t fight somebody, what’s to become of him?”
“I guess we aren’t any less brave than the Romans,” remarked Ned, sententiously. “If you gemini had a hornets’ nest to fight every day, you would let me alone. I hate to fight.”
“Oh! There’s a nice fat fib.”
“I do. I had to eat dinner standing5 up for two days after that scrimmage.”
“Yes, little peaceful man!” said Jack. “Tell us a story, Rose. It’s an hour to the brook6.”
“Very well. Once on a time there was a princess. She was terribly rich, and as pretty—”
“As you,” said Ned.
“No interruptions, sir! She was very beautiful, and very, very hard to satisfy. A great many lovers came to ask her to marry them. None of them pleased her, but so many came that to save trouble she wrote a big ‘No!’ on her visiting cards, and gave every man one as he came in, and this saved a great deal of trouble. When there were no more lovers left in the world but only three, she began to be afraid she would never get married at all. So she tore up her cards, and was polite to these three. Their names were Hurdy-Gurdy and Trombone and Mandolin. At length her father said she must make up her mind. At first she thought she would draw lots, but by and by she resolved to marry the most courageous7 of the three.”
“Oh!” exclaimed Jack, “I like that.”
“One day they were all four walking by the river, and, as if by accident, she fell in. ‘Oh, dear!’ she 184cried, ‘I shall drown.’ Then Hurdy-Gurdy sat down and began to whittle8 a shingle9; but Trombone jumped in, and, as she flopped10 about a great deal, he was like to drown himself. Then in jumped Mandolin, and pulled them both out by the hair.
“Then all three spread themselves in the sun, to dry. And the princess said, ‘Now, which is the most courageous?’
“Trombone cried, ‘I! Because I dashed in to save you, without hesitation11.’
“‘But,’ said Mandolin, ‘you did not save her. I pulled you both out.’
“‘I was first,’ said Trombone.
“‘Certainly!’ said the princess, which her name was Henrietta, and she was so called because she was fond of algebra12, and preferred even an improper13 fraction to the most virtuous14 of men. Said she, ‘What good was your courage, if it only served to drown us both? You are neither of you as brave as me.’”
“Oh!” cried Ned.
“They always speak bad grammar in fairy-land, because it is romantic, and because then the young princesses can be sure that the princes are thinking more of them than of the mere15 choice of words.”
“Guess Jack would have a fine chance!” said Ned.
“Don’t interrupt me. Where was I? Oh!
“‘You are neither of you as brave as me, because I have to marry one of you, and that is an act of courage of which a man is incapable16. Also, I can’t swim, but I fell in so as to see which of you is the bravest. I fell in! Trombone jumped in! Mandolin leaped in!’
185“‘But I saved you!’ said Mandolin.
“‘A mere question of brute17 skill,’ urged Trombone. ‘It is braver to jump in when you can’t swim than when you can.’
“‘It is very puzzling,’ cried Henrietta. ‘The personal equation—’”
“I know what that is,” cried Ned.
“Shut up, old wisdom! Go ahead, Rosy18 Posy.”
“‘It is a question in the rule of three. As Trombone is to Mandolin, so is me to the answer.’
“‘That leaves me out,’ said Hurdy-Gurdy.
“‘You stayed out!’ cried Mandolin, with scorn.
“‘I don’t see my way,’ said the princess. ‘Let Mandolin be B, and Hurdy-Gurdy C, and I am—’
“‘B, C puts them both out of the question,’ said Trombone. ‘They are dead.’”
“Sancho Panza!” cried Ned. “What fine nonsense!”
“Do keep quiet,” said Jack.
“‘And me—I—oh, bother!’ said Henrietta. ‘It comes out even.’
“‘But,’ said Hurdy-Gurdy, ‘it is heart-rending what I suffered. I alone had the courage not to jump in. I had the courage of my opinion, which was that I should be drowned, and so break your heart. I really couldn’t. There are three hundred and twenty-one kinds of courage.’
“‘Gracious! How numerically interesting!’ said Henrietta. ‘Dry yourselves, and I will reflect.’
“So she left the three seated on the bank, in the sun, and went away. But once a year she sent her maid to see if they were dry, and to say she was 186working it out. The second year Hurdy-Gurdy went away, because he was a person who had a good deal of decision of character.
“There!” cried Rose, laughing. “It’s a little too old for you.”
“Well, of all the stuff!” said Dick.
“I call it bully,” said Jack.
“And whom did she marry?” cried Ned. “Never any one?”
“Never! Like Rose Lyndsay. I am going to live with you all my life at home, and never, never marry.”
Upon this the twins intimated their satisfaction by pulling Ned’s back hair. He howled loudly.
“Seems to answer the bell,” said Jack.
“Oh, stop that—it hurts!”
“Look out there!” cried the sternman. “You’ll upset the birch. There are too many of you, anyways.”
Again Rose called them to order, and they were silent a while. In the mean time she sat gazing up the changing waterway. This home-coming, this abrupt19 transition, this privilege of abandonment to every light, innocent folly20, even to enjoying the mad fun of three clever boys, made for her an immense change, and one which she felt to be both wholesome21 and pleasant. In Europe she had come fully22 to understand the sacrifice Anne had made in order to be with her, and at last to see but too clearly that Anne Lyndsay was failing. To none was this so clear as to the sufferer; to none less clear than to her brother. As to Margaret, she was by nature conservative. The word hardly describes what I 187mean. She had an inherent belief in the unchangeableness of things and people. The death of Harry23 had been the first calamity24 in a prosperous life. She had so long seen Anne Lyndsay to her mind full of levity25 that she found it impossible to accept the idea that for this woman, who lowered her crest26 to no adverse27 hour, the time could not be very far away when she would cease to smile at pain.
Miss Anne, of her own will, cut short by three months their intended length of stay abroad. She had seen how heavy was the burden of responsibility which this fatal descent placed upon Rose. In fact, to be alone with a woman like Anne was good only if the younger person had intervals28 of other companionship. Anne made a too strong call upon the apprehending29 intellect to be as a constancy good for a growing girl, and her matchless cynicism in talk, which found no representation in her acts, was tempting30 as an example and easily capable of misapprehension.
This long stay with Anne had been for Rose a severe test of character and even of physical power. Without altogether realizing the true cause of her rebound31 into unusual joyousness32, she distinctly felt the relief of her new surroundings.
“There is the brook, Rose,” said Ned. “We’ll fish, and build a big fire, and cook our own fish.”
They were now above the clearings, and on the far side of the river.
“What canoe is that up the stream, near the far shore?” she asked.
“It’s Mr. Carington’s. He’s took a bit of water ’bove Mr. Lyndsay’s upper pool. It ain’t much good.”
188“You are sure it is Mr. Carington?”
“I don’t rightly know. It’s too far.”
After this they went ashore33 on a broad beach, through which a quick run of brown water from the swamps inland found its way out to the main river.
Rose took a book and sat down, while the boys cast for trout34 at the mouth of the brook. After a while the twins tired of this and set to work to build a fire on the higher rise of the shore, while Tom cleaned the fish they had captured. By and by came Ned and sat down with his sister. Now and then he called her attention to a salmon35, or, at intervals, asked Rose questions not always easy of answer. At last he said, “There is a spring back in the woods,—comes out of the hollow of a big, old balm of Gilead. I found it.”
“Oh, we must go and see it after lunch. I know few things I like better than a spring,—and out of a tree.”
“Yes; mustn’t it be comfortable for the old tree?”
“Rather,” she said, and fell silent.
It was now quiet and warm—no leaf astir—a noonday dreaminess on wood and water. “That canoe’s dropping down,” Ned said. “Is it Mr. Ellett or Mr. Carington, Rose? He doesn’t get any fish.”
“I don’t know. I was half asleep. How nice to be where all the noises are sounds one likes!”
“Do you hear the rapids, Rose? I thought yesterday they were exactly like children laughing—I mean their noise.”
“I said that very thing to Pardy, the night we came up.”
189“I guess when the Indians called a fall ‘The Laughing Water’ they might have meant that.”
“Perhaps,—or only that, in a way, it did sound cheerful.”
“I don’t think the sea always makes pleasant noises, Rosy.”
“No,” said Rose, abstractedly. She was watching the canoe, as in successive drops it came toward them around the curve.
“What set that great boulder36 on this beach, I wonder!” said Ned. “Rufus he says, it’s what he calls conglomerate37, and that there is none near by.”
“The ice, I suppose,” said Rose. “Ask papa.”
The rock was some eight feet high, rounded and smooth, except toward the waterside, where it was broken and splintered.
“Where are the men? That fire is too large.”
“They are in the wood after birch bark. I’ll see to the fire.”
“By Jove!” he cried, and bounded to his feet. “Look sharp, Rose!” And, giving her a hand, he helped her to rise. She looked about in dismay, for this thing had happened: Jack had suddenly spied a small bear cub38, an awkward, black little bruin, sprawling39 over the round stones at one end of the beach, between him and the water. It was not much bigger than a well-grown kitten. He had it by one hind40 leg in an instant, and was roaring with the fun of his capture, the capture grunting41 dolorously42. As Ned spoke43, Jack saw the troubled mother-bear come out of the wood, and, a moment in doubt, hesitate among the bushes. Ned dragged his sister toward the 190water, as the bear, fiercely growling44, began to move toward them. As for Jack, he was away around the boulder, and in an instant upon top, the young bear giving him a smart nip, as he stood on the summit, flushed, resolute45, and laughing.
“Fling it down!” cried Ned, with good sense. But Jack was otherwise minded, hardly taking in the peril46 for Rose and Ned. Dick had dashed into the wood, calling wildly to the men.
“Let it go!” cried Rose. Then there was a loud cry from the river:
“drop it, you fool!”
“Not I!” cried Jack. “Run, Rose; he’ll go for me. Run! run!”
As he spoke, the savage47 bruin reared herself up in a vain effort to climb the smooth stone. Jack, on the boulder, laughed, as he balanced himself with difficulty, owing to the struggles of the cub. Seeing that to climb was impossible, the bear proceeded to make a flank movement, which would have enabled her to follow Jack up the back of the rock. The boy was in no way alarmed. But now he saw that Rose was in the path of the bear, and that Ned, white as death, was standing between Rose and the enraged48 mother, a canoe-pole in one hand, and the other motioning back at Rose, as he called to her to “Run! run!”
Just as Jack, appalled49 at these unlooked-for consequences, was about to part with his precious captive, a voice rang out again from the river: “Run! run! Quick!”
Ned cast a glance behind him, and, catching50 Rose’s 191hand, pulled at her so violently, as he threw the pole aside, that she lost her balance and fell, striking heavily on a corner of rock. Ned cast himself down beside her. Instantly a rifle rang out from the river behind them. As they lay, he heard the shrill51 “ping” of a rifle-ball above him, and the bear rolled dead on her side, clean shot through the head.
Jack leaped from the boulder, still holding on to the cub, and made toward Rose, as the men and Dick came out in haste from the wood onto the beach. Carington sprang into the water before his canoe touched the land, crying to Jack:
“Back there, you infernal young idiot!” With his rifle ready, he pushed the boy aside and advanced cautiously but swiftly, until he saw that the beast was dead. Next he turned to Rose, who lay motionless on the beach. As the group of faces, still wild with scare or excitement, gathered around him, he knelt, lifted the girl, and, seeing a thin thread of blood leaping in little jets from her temple, he set her head against his knee and put a finger on the wound, saying:
“Get me water. It is not so bad. Good Lord! It might have been worse!”
“Is she dead?” said Ned.
“Dead? No, my boy—not she.”
He wet his handkerchief and washed the blood off her face, still keeping a finger above the cut on the artery52, as he gave directions to Tom to make a pad from Ned’s handkerchief. With this and his own tied tightly around her head, he was able easily to check the bleeding. Meanwhile the rest stood still, 192recognizing the competence53 of the improvised54 surgeon.
“That will do,” he said, looking at her as he knelt, and letting her head rest on a cushion from the canoe. “I think she has only fainted.”
“Oh!” cried Jack, “I was afraid— Be still, you beast!” to the writhing55 cub. Carington gave him a look, and again considered the fair, young face beneath his gaze, the blood on neck and dress, and the red splashes on his own attire56.
“That is better,” he exclaimed, for Rose opened her eyes, looked about, confused for a moment; then rallied her faculties57, and said, feebly:
“What is it? Where am I? What has happened?”
“It is all right. You fell down.”
“Oh, Fairfield! Is that you? Where is Ned?”
“I’m here.”
“And Jack?”
“Oh, I’m all right! And the bear’s dead.”
“The bear? Yes, I know now. Dead?”
“Mr. Carington shot him,” said Ned.
“Mr. Carington? Where is he?” cried Rose, sitting up, and still a little dazed.
“Keep quiet, boys,” said the young man. “Back a little. Take that cub away, sir. Can you stand, Miss Lyndsay? Here, take a little brandy from my flask58. The explanations can wait. Why, you are quite strong. Now, then. Don’t look at the bear; come.” And he supported her to the canoe, talking as he went, to keep her from questioning.
“Now, then,”—turning to Jack,—“you must wait here, sir. You can go in Tom’s boat with Miss Lyndsay”—this 193to Ned. “I will go ahead and explain at the camp. Don’t let Miss Lyndsay talk.”
“But, Fairfield,” said Rose, “I must—”
“You are better, I think. There, that will do,” as she was laid in the canoe. “If you talk, you will start the bleeding. Not a word now.”
This was a somewhat masterful person, and Rose, as she lay back against the cushions, was satisfied to shut her eyes and obey, weak, and still tingling59 with past excitement.
“You shall know everything by and by, Miss Lyndsay.”
“Thanks!” she murmured, and her canoe put off.
“I will overtake you,” he said, and then walked back and took a look at the bear, which Jack, now reassured60, was attentively61 regarding.
“A first-rate shot that was!” said the boy.
Carington made no reply. Then, glancing at the bear: “Poor old mother!” he said. “A sucking bear! I am sorry I had to kill you.”
“You’ll send for me soon?” said Jack.
Carington again failed to reply.
“Isn’t there room in your boat?”
“Not for you.” He was very angry. Jack sat down with his troublesome captive, feeling that he had been sharply snubbed; and the canoe fled away in the track of Rose’s boat. As he passed her, Carington cried out:
“Are you all right?”
“Yes, thank you!”
“Well, don’t talk.” And his birch went by at speed, he himself taking a third paddle to gain time.
194“By George! My little comedy came near to a tragic62 ending. How Ellett will rate me! What a mess!” And he considered a moment his bloody63 knickerbockers and stained stockings.
“Your face is all over blood,” said Michelle. “Best wash, sir. Might scare ’em worse than a bear.”
“That is so.” Ceasing to paddle, he took the boat sponge, and made a hasty toilet.
“Am I clean, Michelle?”
“Well—pretty fair, sir. You are right well painted. It was awful lucky you took a mind to try for a shot at that other seal.”
“Yes. Shove her along!” He took the paddle again, and fell to thinking, until they came to the beach. There was no one in sight. He ran up the steps, noticing that there was one canoe on the shore. Then he paused, and, returning, called Tom.
“Go up and tell Mr. Lyndsay I want to see him.”
Presently Mr. Lyndsay came down the steps.
“Mr. Carington!” And he stayed a moment, surprised at the appearance of the blood-stained man. “What is it?” he said. “Anything wrong?”
“Miss Lyndsay has had a slight accident. She is all right now. I came on ahead to tell you. It is really—really not serious. They were scared by a bear on the beach. I was lucky enough to kill it, but, in trying to escape, your daughter fell and struck her head, and—oh, it bled a bit. Oh, here is the canoe.”
Rose, freshened by the air and motion, got up, laughing, and ran to her father.
“Rose, my dear! Rose!” he cried.
195“Where is mother? Does she know? It isn’t anything, Pardy.” Then she looked at his companion, who presented a sufficiently64 soiled and untidy appearance to still perplex her.
“Fairfield,” she exclaimed, “where is—”
“I am Mr. Carington,” he returned, smiling, and a little embarrassed. Lyndsay looked on bewildered.
“But—”
“Never mind, Miss Lyndsay. I owe you an apology for playing bowman for a half-day.”
“Indeed!” cried Rose, flushing, and, turning away, went up the steps. She hesitated half-way, remembering the bear, and then went on and entered the house.
“One moment, Mr. Carington!” exclaimed her father. “Wait for me.” And he hurried after her. In a few minutes the scared mother was made to understand the matter, and, reassured, busied herself in seeing Rose safely to bed.
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