It was "make or break" with Pinnager. He had contracted to put on the ice all the logs he might make; for every one left in the woods he must pay stumpage and forfeit4. Now his axemen had done such wonders that Pinnager's difficulty was to get his logs hauled out.
Teams were scarce that winter. The shanty was eighty miles from any settlement; ordinary teamsters were not eager to work for a small speculative5 jobber6, who might or might not be able to pay in the spring. But Pinnager had some extraordinary teamsters, sons of farmers who neighbored him at home, and who were sure he would pay them, though he should have to mortgage his land.
The time was late February; seven feet of snow, crusted, on the level; a thaw7 might turn the whole forest floor to slush; but if the weather should "hold hard" for six weeks longer, Pinnager might make and not break. Yet the chances were heavily against him.
Any jobber so situated8 would feel vexed9 on hearing that one of his best teams had suddenly been taken out of his service. Pinnager, crossing a shanty road with the stride of a moose, was hailed by Jamie Stuart with the news:
"Hey, boss, hold on! Davie McAndrews' leg's broke. His load slewed11 at the side hill—log catched him against a tree."
"Where is he?" shouted Pinnager furiously.
"Carried him to shanty."
"Where are his horses?"
"Stable."
"Tell Aleck Dunbar to go get them out. He must take Davie's place—confound the lad's carelessness!"
"Davie says no; won't let any other man drive his horses."
"He won't? I'll show him!" and Pinnager made a bee-line for his shanty. He was choking with rage, all the more so because he knew that nothing short of breaking Davie McAndrews' neck would break Davie McAndrews' stubbornness, a reflection that cooled Pinnager before he reached the shanty.
The cook was busy about the caboose fire, getting supper for fifty-three devourers, when Pinnager entered the low door, and made straight for one of the double tier of dingy12 bunks14. There lay a youth of eighteen, with an unusual pallor on his weather-beaten face, and more than the usual sternness about his formidable jaw15.
"What's all this, Davie? You sure the leg's broke? I'd 'a thought you old enough to take care."
"You would?" said Davie grimly. "And yourself not old enough to have yon piece of road mended—you that was so often told about it!"
"When you knew it was bad, the more you should take care."
"And that's true, Pinnager. But no use in you and me choppin' words. I'm needing a doctor's hands on me. Can you set a bone?"
"No, I'll not meddle16 with it. Maybe Jock Scott can; but I'll send you out home. A fine loss I'll be at! Confound it—and me like to break for want of teams!"
"I've thocht o' yer case, Pinnager," said Davie, with a curious judicial17 air. "It's sore hard for ye; I ken10 that well. There's me and me feyther's horses gawn off, and you countin' on us. I feel for ye, so I do. But I'll no put you to ony loss in sendin' me out."
"Was you thinking to tough it through here, Davie? No, you'll not chance it. Anyway, the loss would be the same—more, too. Why, if I send out for the doctor, there's a team off for full five days, and the expense of the doctor! Then he mightn't come. Wow, no! it's out you must go."
"What else?" said Davie coolly. "Would I lie here till spring and my leg mendin' into the Lord kens18 what-like shape? Would I be lettin' ony ither drive the horses my feyther entrustit to my lone19? Would I be dependin' on Mr. Pinnager for keep, and me idle? Man, I'd eat the horses' heads off that way; at home they'd be profit to my feyther. So it's me and them that starts at gray the morn's morn."
"Alone!" exclaimed Pinnager.
"Just that, man. What for no?"
"You're light-headed, Davie. A lad with his leg broke can't drive three days."
"Maybe yes and maybe no. I'm for it, onyhow."
"It may snow, it may——"
"Aye, or rain, or thaw, or hail; the Lord's no in the habit o' makin' weather suit ony but himsel'. But I'm gawn; the cost of a man wi' me would eat the wages ye're owing my feyther."
"I'll lose his team, anyhow," said Pinnager, "and me needing it bad. A driver with you could bring back the horses."
"Nay20, my feyther will trust his beasts to nane but himsel' or his sons. But I'll have yer case in mind, Pinnager; it's a sore needcessity you're in. I'll ask my feyther to send back the team, and another to the tail of it; it's like that Tam and Neil will be home by now. And I'll spread word how ye're needin' teams, Pinnager; it's like your neighbors will send ye in sax or eight spans."
"Man, that's a grand notion, Davie! But you can't go alone; it's clean impossible."
"I'm gawn, Pinnager."
"You can't turn out in seven feet of snow when you meet loading. You can't water or feed your horses. There's forty miles the second day, and never a stopping-place; your horses can't stand it."
"I'm wae for the beasts, Pinnager; but they'll have no force but to travel dry and hungry if that's set for them."
"You're bound to go?"
"Div you tak' me for an idjit to be talkin' and no meanin' it? Off wi' ye, man! The leg's no exactly a comfort when I'm talkin'."
"Why, Davie, it must be hurting you terrible!" Pinnager had almost forgotten the broken leg, such was Davie's composure.
"It's no exactly a comfort, I said. Get you gone, Pinnager; your men may be idlin'. Get you gone, and send in Jock Scott, if he's man enough to handle my leg. I'm wearyin' just now for my ain company."
As Davie had made his programme, so it stood. His will was inflexible21 to protests. Next morning at dawn they set him on a hay-bed in his low, unboxed sleigh. A bag of oats supported his back; his unhurt leg was braced22 against a piece of plank24 spiked25 down. Jock Scott had pulled the broken bones into what he thought their place, and tied that leg up in splints of cedar26.
The sleigh was enclosed by stakes, four on each side, all tied together by stout27 rope. The stake at Davie's right hand was shortened, that he might hang his reins28 there. His water-bucket was tied to another stake, and his bag of provisions to a third. He was warm in a coon-skin coat, and four pairs of blankets under or over him.
At the last moment Pinnager protested: "I must send a man to drive. It sha'n't cost you a cent, Davie."
"Thank you, kindly29, Pinnager," said Davie gravely. "I'll tell that to your credit at the settlement. But ye're needin' all your help, and I'd take shame to worsen your chances. My feyther's horses need no drivin' but my word."
Indeed, they would "gee," "haw," or "whoa" like oxen, and loved his voice. Round-barrelled, deep-breathed, hardy30, sure-footed, active, gentle, enduring, brave, and used to the exigencies31 of "bush roads," they would take him through safely if horses' wit could.
Davie had uttered never a groan32 after those involuntary ones forced from him when the log, driving his leg against a tree, had made him almost unconscious. But the pain-sweat stood beaded on his face during the torture of carrying him to the sleigh. Not a sound from his lips, though! They could guess his sufferings from naught33 but his hard breathing through the nose, that horrible sweat, and the iron set of his jaw. After they had placed him, the duller agony that had kept him awake all night returned; he smiled grimly, and said, "That's a comfort."
He had eaten and drunk heartily34; he seemed strong still; but what if his sleigh should turn over at some sidling place of the rude, lonely, and hilly forest road?
As Davie chirruped to his horses and was off, the men gave him a cheer; then Pinnager and all went away to labor35 fit for mighty36 men, and the swinging of axes and the crashing of huge pines and the tumbling of logs from rollways left them fancy-free to wonder how Davie could ever brace23 himself to save his broken leg at the cahots.
The terrible cahots—plunges in snow-roads! But for them Davie would have suffered little more than in a shanty bunk13. The track was mostly two smooth ruts separated by a ridge37 so high and hard that the sleigh-bottom often slid on it. Horses less sure-footed would have staggered much, and bitten crossly at one another while trotting38 in those deep, narrow ruts, but Davie's horses kept their "jog" amiably39, tossing their heads with glee to be traveling toward home.
The clink of trace-chains, the clack of harness, the glide40 of runners on the hard, dry snow, the snorting of the frosty-nosed team, the long whirring of startled grouse—Davie heard only these sounds, and heard them dreamily in the long, smooth flights between cahots.
Overhead the pine tops were a dark canopy41 with little fields of clear blue seen through the rifts42 of green; on the forest floor small firs bent43 under rounding weights of snow which often slid off as if moved by the stir of partridge wings; the fine tracery of hemlocks44 stood clean; and birches snuggled in snow that mingled45 with their curling rags. Sometimes a breeze eddied46 downward in the aisles47, and then all the undergrowth was a silent commotion48 of snow, shaken and falling. Davie's eyes noted49 all things unconsciously; in spite of his pain he felt the enchantment50 of the winter woods until—another cahot! he called his team to walk.
Never was one cahot without many in succession; he gripped his stake hard at each, braced his sound leg, and held on, feeling like to die with the horrible thrust of the broken one forward and then back; yet always his will ordered his desperate senses.
Eleven o'clock! Davie drew up before the half-breed Peter Whiteduck's midwood stopping-place, and briefly51 explained his situation.
"Give my horses a feed," he went on. "There's oats in this bag. I'll no be moved mysel'. Maybe you'll fetch me a tin of tea; I've got my own provisions." So he ate and drank in the zero weather.
"You'll took lil' drink of whiskey," said Peter, with commiseration52, as Davie was starting away.
"I don't use it."
"You'll got for need some 'fore3 you'll see de Widow Green place. Dass twenty-tree mile."
"I will need it, then," said Davie, and was away.
Evening had closed in when the bunch of teamsters awaiting supper at Widow Green's rude inn heard sleigh-bells, and soon a shout outside:
"Come out, some one!"
That was an insolence53 in the teamsters' code. Come out, indeed! The Widow Green, bustling54 about with fried pork, felt outraged55. To be called out!—of her own house!—like a dog!—not she!
"Come out here, somebody!" Davie shouted again.
"G' out and break his head one of you," said fighting Moses Frost. "To be shoutin' like a lord!" Moses was too great a personage to go out and wreak56 vengeance57 on an unknown.
Narcisse Larocque went—to thrash anybody would be glory for Narcisse, and he felt sure that Moses would not, in these circumstances, let anybody thrash him.'
"What for you shout lak' dat? Call mans hout, hey?" said Narcisse. "I'll got good mind for broke your head, me!"
"Hi, there, men!" Davie ignored Narcisse as he saw figures through the open door. "Some white man come out. My leg's broke."
MY LEG IS BROKE
MY LEG IS BROKE
Oh, then the up-jumping of big men! Moses, striding forth58, ruthlessly shoved Narcisse, who lay and cowered59 with legs up as a dog trying to placate60 an angry master. Then Moses carried Davie in as gently as if the young stalwart had been a girl baby, and laid him on the widow's one spare bed.
That night Davie slept soundly for four hours, and woke to consciousness that his leg was greatly swollen61. He made no moan, but lay in the darkness listening to the heavy breathing of the teamsters on the floor. They could do nothing for him; why should he awaken62 them? As for pitying himself, Davie could do nothing so fruitless. He fell to plans for getting teams in to Pinnager, for this young Scot's practical mind was horrified63 at the thought that the man should fail financially when ten horses might give him a fine profit for his winter's work.
Davie was away at dawn, every slight jolt64 giving his swollen leg pain almost unendurable, as if edges of living bone were griding together and also tearing cavities in the living flesh; but he must endure it, and well too, for the teamsters had warned him he must meet "strings65 of loadin'" this day.
The rule of the long one-tracked road into the wilderness66 is, of course, that empty outgoing sleighs shall turn out for incoming laden67 ones. Turn out into seven feet of snow! Davie trusted that incoming teamsters would handle his floundering horses, and he set his mind to plan how they might save him from tumbling about on his turned-out sleigh.
About nine o'clock, on a winding68 road, he called, "Whoa!" and his bays stood. A sleigh piled with baled hay confronted him thirty yards distant. Four others followed closely; the load drawn69 by the sixth team was hidden by the woodland curve. No teamsters were visible; they must be walking behind the procession; and Davie wasted no strength in shouting. On came the laden teams, till the steam of the leaders mingled with the clouds blown by his bays. At that halt angry teamsters, yelling, ran forward and sprang, one by one, up on their loads, the last to grasp reins being the leading driver.
"Turn out, you fool!" he shouted. Then to his comrades behind, "There's a blamed idyit don't know enough to turn out for loading!"
Davie said nothing. It was not till one angry man was at his horses' heads and two more about to tumble his sleigh aside that he spoke71:
"My leg is broke."
"Gah! G'way! A man driving with his leg broke! You're lying! Come, get out and tramp down snow for your horses! It's your back ought to be broke—stoppin' loadin'!"
"My leg is broke," Davie calmly insisted.
"You mean it?"
Davie threw off his blankets.
"Begor, it is broke!" "And him drivin' himself!" "It's a terror!" "Great spunk72 entirely73!" Then the teamsters began planning to clear the way.
That was soon settled by Davie's directions: "Tramp down the crust for my horses; onhitch them; lift my sleigh out on the crust; pass on; then set me back on the road."
Half an hour was consumed by the operation—thrice repeated before twelve o'clock. Fortunately Davie came on the last "string" of teams halted for lunch by the edge of a lake. The teamsters fed and watered his horses, gave him hot tea, and with great admiration74 saw him start for an afternoon drive of twenty-two miles.
"You'll not likely meet any teams," they said. "The last of the 'loading' that's like to come in soon is with ourselves."
How Davie got down the hills, up the hills, across the rivers and over the lakes of that terrible afternoon he could never rightly tell.
"I'm thinkin' I was light-heided," he said afterward75. "The notion was in me somehow that the Lord was lookin' to me to save Pinnager's bits of children. I'd waken out of it at the cahots—there was mair than enough. On the smooth my head would be strange-like, and I mind but the hinder end of my horses till the moon was high and me stoppit by McGraw's."
During the night at McGraw's his head was cleared by some hours of sound sleep, and next morning he insisted on traveling, though snow was falling heavily.
"My feyther's place is no more than a bittock ayont twenty-eight miles," he said. "I'll make it by three of the clock, if the Lord's willin', and get the doctor's hands on me. It's my leg I'm thinkin' of savin'. And mind ye, McGraw, you've promised me to send in your team to Pinnager."
Perhaps people who have never risen out of bitter poverty will not understand Davie's keen anxiety about Pinnager and Pinnager's children; but the McAndrews and Pinnagers and all their neighbors of "the Scotch76 settlement" had won up by the tenacious77 labor and thrift78 of many years. Davie remembered well how, in his early boyhood, he had often craved79 more food and covering. Pinnager and his family should not be thrown back into the gulf80 of poverty if Davie McAndrews' will could save them.
This day his road lay through a country thinly settled, but he could see few cabins through the driving storm. The flagging horses trotted81 steadily82, as if aware that the road would become worse the longer they were on it, but about ten o'clock they inclined to stop where Davie could dimly see a long house and a shed with a team and sleigh standing83 in it. Drunken yells told him this must be Black Donald Donaldson's notorious tavern84; so he chirruped his horses onward85.
Ten minutes later yells and sleigh-bells were following him at a furious pace. Davie turned head and shouted; still the drunken men shrieked86 and came on. He looked for a place to turn out—none! He dared not stop his horses lest the gallopers, now close behind him, should be over him and his low sleigh. Now his team broke into a run at the noises, but the fresh horses behind sped faster. The men were hidden from Davie by their crazed horses. He could not rise to appeal; he could not turn to daunt87 the horses with his whip; their front-hoofs, rising high, were soon within twenty feet of him. Did his horses slacken, the others would be on top of him, kicking and tumbling.
The cahots were numerous; his yells for a halt became so much like screams of agony that he took shame of them, shut his mouth firmly, and knew not what to do. Then suddenly his horses swerved88 into the cross-road to the Scotch settlement, while the drunkards galloped89 away on the main road, still lashing90 and yelling. Davie does not know to this day who the men were.
Five hours later David McAndrews, the elder, kept at home by the snowstorm, heard bells in his lane, and looked curiously91 out of the sitting-room92 window.
"Losh, Janet!" he said, most deliberately93. "I wasna expeckin' Davie; here he's back wi' the bays."
He did not hurry out to meet his fourth son, for he is a man who hates the appearance of haste; but his wife did, and came rushing back through the kitchen.
"It's Davie himsel'! He's back wi' his leg broke! He's come a' the way by his lone!"
"Hoot-toot, woman! Ye're daft!"
"I'm no daft; come and see yoursel'. Wae's me, my Davie's like to die! Me daft, indeed! Ye'll need to send Neil straight awa' to the village for Doctor Aberdeen."
And so dour94 Davie's long drive was past. While his brother carried him in, his will was occupied with the torture, but he had scarcely been laid on his bed when he said, very respectfully—but faintly—to his father:
"You'll be sendin' Neil oot for the doctor, sir? Aye; then I'd be thankfu' if you'd give Aleck leave to tak' the grays and warn the settlement that Pinnager's needin' teams sorely. He's like to make or break; if he gets sax or eight spans in time he's a made man."
That was enough for the men of the Scotch settlement. Pinnager got all the help he needed; and yet he is far from as rich to-day as Davie McAndrews, the great Brazeau River lumberman, who walks a little lame70 of his left leg.
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