Who was this Alta Morgan, he began to wonder. The daughter of some rancher, no doubt. But she gave signs of a greater culture and a wider experience than the ranch2 life of those days afforded. Perhaps she was some city visitor to the valley. This seemed improbable, however; no untrained city girl could have ridden a race with such skill. Who was she?
Brownie broke the reverie with a sudden start. Her rider glanced up to catch a glimpse of a yellowish gray object slinking through the sage4 just a few rods ahead. It was a coyote, trotting5 sleepily along. Jerking loose his lasso, the boy tapped his mare7 lightly with his spurs. She leaped in response straight towards the unsuspecting animal. A few bounds brought them within rope’s length. Fred flung his lasso,{16} just as the coyote, catching8 sight of his pursuers, gave a terrified yelp9 and leaped, one breath too quick for the whizzing rope.
Fred let out a joyful10 whoop11, as Brownie bounded to bring her eager rider close enough for another fling; but the coyote was flying for his life, and he simply turned himself into a twisting streak12 of yellow, as he sped through the brush. The little mare held her own well, but she could not close the gap between them; and when the foothills were reached, the coyote, having no burden to carry, gradually slipped up the hills and away.
With one more whoop to relieve his feelings, Fred slowed down. As he sat watching the terrified animal dive into the bigger brush along the creek13, he saw a big flock of sage hens, frightened by the coyote, take wing and fly away over the flat.
“There’s my chance,” he thought, following them with his keen eyes until they settled down again among the sage brush. Then he rode away toward them. When he came within about a hundred yards, he jumped from his mare, tied her rather carelessly to a brush, and, cocking his gun, began to step watchfully14 through the sage toward the place where the chickens had lighted.{17}
Suddenly, with a sputtering16 cluck, a big hen sprang into the air. The excited hunter fired at the flying bird and missed. The report of the gun brought the flock out of the brush. He fired again and down tumbled one of them. Watching where it dropped, he reloaded his gun and began to walk about to scare up others; but evidently the whole flock had risen at the first shot; so he picked up the fallen bird and turned to carry it back to Brownie.
To his surprise she was half a mile away, galloping17 back toward the ranch. Always nervous around guns, she had jerked loose at the shooting, and run away. And she might have kept on going; but suddenly some one on horseback galloped18 out of the trees at the old ford crossing, and taking in the situation, struck straight for the runaway19. It was Alta Morgan, who, returning from her ride, had taken the shorter way home.
Brownie saw her coming, whirled and headed back toward the hills; but Eagle gradually overtook her. Fred, watching eagerly, saw the girl loose her lasso, whirl and fling it over the little mare’s head. Checked suddenly at the saddle horn, she turned humbly20 and came trotting back to her master led by the daring girl.{18}
“Thank you very much,” said Fred, “but you shouldn’t have risked yourself so to save me a chase.”
“Oh, Eagle wouldn’t fall with me, would you?” she said, patting his warm neck.
“He is certainly a fine pony21; and you surely know how to ride and to throw a lasso,” was Fred’s complimentary22 response. “But how can I repay you for this kindness?”
“Just come to our dance to-night.”
“Thank you; I’ll be there.”
“Now mind that you do,” she said lightly, turning to leave. “Good-by.”
“Good-by,” he responded reluctantly, captivated by her wildly sweet ways. She dashed off through the sage on her nimble pony.
Fred intended fully15 to keep his promise, but his hunt for more chickens led him several miles from the ranch up into the eastern foothills, and before he realized how the day was slipping by the sun had almost set.
The eastern slopes, with all their wondrous23 forms brought into relief by the evening shadows, and the mountain tops, lighted by the golden glow of the sinking sun, made so beautiful a picture that the boy stopped to enjoy it. As he sat there resting, with leg flung over the saddle horn, drinking in the cool scented24 breezes{19} that had begun to pour out of the canyons25, he noticed just above him to the eastward26 a kind of glen that opened gently with grassy27, flower-strewn, aspen-groved slopes on to the flat below. Farther up the sides were ragged29 rocks and pines; and just above the hill over which the shorter trail led into the glen, was a rather bold cliff.
Fred thought he saw smoke rising up the face of the cliff. He looked again more sharply; no smoke could be seen. Perhaps his eyes had deceived him; but he was curious now to explore further.
“How about it, Brownie? Shall we find out what the place looks like?” It was his habit sometimes to think out loud around Brownie. She did not seem to object, so they began to climb slowly up the hillside.
The smoke appeared again; there was no mistaking it this time. The thought flashed across him, “Perhaps it is Indians.” He checked his mare. If it should be, Fred had no desire to meet them alone in this strange place, especially since he had heard they were in an ugly temper just then because the game wardens31 had been checking them in their killing32 the elk33 and deer.
He half decided34 to turn back, but his curiosity held him—his curiosity and love of adventure{20} made him decide to slip up the hill and take a peep at things. Suiting his action to the thought, he dismounted, tethered his mare to a bunch of brush, and made his way cautiously to the top. When very near it, he dropped to his hands and knees, crept to the summit, and peered through the brush to take in the scene below.
It was a kind of cove35, grassy, flower-sprinkled, and strewn in nature’s delightfully36 careless way with groves37 and shrubs38. A great cliff formed part of the background. Several shaggy pine trees shot above it. At the base of the cliff was a grove28 of aspen saplings, out of which a brook39 came dancing. But the thing which held his interest most was the cabin that stood directly before him just within the edge of the aspen grove.
The cabin was rather roughly built, but it looked cozy40. A generous stone chimney, out of which the thin blue smoke was rising, stood at the north end. One door, half open, and a small window were on the west. The skin of some animal was nailed on the outside. A large dog lay dozing41 near the door. The occasional clingety-clang of a cow bell broke the evening stillness as bossy42, grazing on the sweet grasses near the cabin, would throw her head{21} from time to time to shake off the bothersome flies. There were no other signs of life around. Fred, however, had assured himself of one thing: it was not Indians that lived there.
Yet Indians could scarcely have frightened him more than did a quiet voice behind him, as it said, “Wal, boy, how do ye like the place?”
Fred jumped to his feet trembling like a leaf, and found himself facing an old mountaineer, gray-bearded, long-haired, looking curiously43 at him.
“I scared ye, didn’t I?” the old man continued calmly. “Wal, stop shakin’; I won’t hurt ye; but what are ye doin’ here anyway?”
“Why, I was just roaming about the hills, and—and—I happened to see the smoke of your house, and thought it might be Indians, so I slipped up to see.”
“Hain’t lost any Injuns, hev ye?” the calm gray eyes lighted with a little twinkle.
“No, not exactly,” Fred returned more easily; “I’m just out hunting chickens.”
“You hain’t found many.”
“No, I haven’t had very good luck.”
“That old hen’s pretty tough eatin’! You better come down and try some young ones I killed this mornin’. It’s gettin’ near supper time.{22}”
Fred was ready enough to accept the invitation. The afternoon’s excitement had made him hungry; but he was hungrier to learn more about his new acquaintance.
They trudged44 down the trail to the cabin. The dog leaped up at their coming and bounded toward his master; but he stopped uncertain how to greet the boy, till the mountaineer said calmly, “It’s all right, Tobe”; and the dog turned to trot6 ahead of them back to the house.
“The old fellow allus wants to be introduced to strangers,” he explained; “good thing he didn’t catch you spyin’ up there; he might ’a’ turned savage45. Unsaddle your pony, now, and stake her on that grass patch yender; then come in.” Fred obeyed.
“Fred—Fred Benton.”
“Sounds honest,” was the rejoinder; “come in and set down while I stir up the fire and get a flapjack fryin’; you won’t git pies and cakes here, you know.”
“I’m not used to them; but, here, let me help you, mister.”
“Don’t mister me, boy; call me Uncle Dave, if ye want to. There ain’t much to help about;{23} but ye might git some water in that pail, and chop a bit of wood. It’ll hurry things.”
“All right,” returned Fred, picking up a brass47 pail that stood on a rude bench along the wall. By the time he had returned with the water and wood, the mountaineer had his batter48 ready. While the bake oven was heating on the fire, he stepped to a kind of box that he had built over the creek and brought out something wrapped in a damp cloth. He unrolled it on the table and showed two dressed sage hens. It took but a few strokes of his hunting knife to carve them for frying, and then Fred was given the task of tending the chickens while the old man baked the bread and made the coffee.
A rude table was set with tin dishes. The food was spread on it,—a dish of mountain berries, with some cream and sugar, being added to the hot bread and coffee and the fried chicken.
“This is a real feast,” said Fred.
“Wal, let’s give thanks for it,” was the quiet response, and they bowed their heads while the old man said a simple grace. “Now be at home, boy,” he added.
The two ate and chatted the while with friendly ease. There was a native charm about the mountaineer, and a touch of mystery that was captivating. Something in the boy, too,{24} seemed to please the old man. It was Fred’s spontaneous, open-hearted attitude toward life. His nature was a blended one. He was full of latent manliness49, clearly shown in his straight, square-shouldered form, firm step, and intelligent eyes; yet he possessed50 a dash of boyishness, too, that kept him natural and unsophisticated. It was this spirit of trustful innocence51 that won friends for him quickly, especially among children and old people, though it sometimes brought on him the ridicule52 of fellows like Dick.
Uncle Dave responded more freely than was his wont53 to the boy’s questions about the wilds, revealing the while touches of his own life, about which he seldom talked.
He had been a hunter and trapper ever since his boyhood. Yielding, while yet in his teens, to the call of his red blood for adventure, he had come west with some mountaineers who had chanced to camp near his father’s pioneer home in the woods of Ohio. Thrilled by their tales of the wild life on the Upper Missouri, he begged his old parents to let him go. He could help them best, he felt sure, by following the life of a trapper. He would return and settle down some day. They finally gave a reluctant consent, allowing him to leave with their prayers{25} and blessings54. As a constant reminder55 to duty, the mother slipped into his pack her old Bible. It lay even now on the top of his cupboard. He never saw his parents again. They died before he could return.
Free of all other home ties, he made the Rockies his home. His life had been a long series of thrilling experiences. For many years he had lived among the Indians. He had trapped for Bridger, and other famous fur-traders. Sometimes he had worked with fellow mountaineers, but for the most part he had lived alone as now in some quiet spot close to the heart of nature.
The old trapper rarely mingled56 with men; when he did, it was but for time enough to swap57 his furs and stock up with the simple supplies that he needed. He said little; and he parried curious questions so curtly58 that those who sought to find out anything about his life usually left about as wise as they began.
If Fred had shown any sign of prying59 into his new-found friend’s affairs, he might have met the same kind of rebuff. Fred, however, had no such thought. He simply was enjoying the old mountaineer. They talked of the past of these hills, of the wild life, the Indians, the bear, beaver60, and buffalo61.{26}
“This country was thick with game when I fust come here,” said Uncle Dave.
“I should have liked to live here then,” responded Fred.
“Yes, them was good old days,” said the mountaineer, “but they was mighty62 hard ones too, only I was young then and didn’t mind hardships. After all, boy, the best days fer you is right now. Don’t go to sighin’ fer any better time. The life you’re livin’ is the best one you’ll ever live. I’ve had most o’ my days; you’re havin’ yours. Fill ’em right, boy, jest as they come to you. Don’t get the frettin’ and wishin’ habit. But if you want to see some new country, I reckon I kin3 help you find it. There air some pretty wild places left in these hills yet. How’d ye like to take a day with me explorin’ ’em?”
“Fine! When shall I come?”
“Any time this month’ll do; but come up early; I don’t like climbin’ these hills in the heat o’ the day.”
“I’ll be here the first chance I can get; but I must be off now before it gets dark.”
While Fred went after his mare, the old man stood in his cabin door peering up the hills toward the north.
“Wonder what them Redskins got to-day,” he said, as Fred rode up.{27}
The boy turned in his saddle to look in the same direction and saw several Indians trailing down the hill. Their ponies63 seemed to be loaded.
“Guess they’ve killed some blacktail or young elk.”
“It’s out of season, isn’t it?”
“He’ll ketch ’em fust; and then if he tries to bring ’em to time, there’ll be trouble. They’re perty sassy ’bout their rights in this country yet. You’d better take the trail south o’ the creek, and keep out of their way.”
“All right. Thanks for your kindness, Uncle Dave. I hope I haven’t bothered you too much with my questions.”
“No bother at all, boy. Glad to hev you. It gets kind o’ lonesome here sometimes, with no one to talk to ’cept nature. Come agin.”
“I surely will; good night.”
“Good night, boy.”
The old mountaineer watched until Fred disappeared with a good-by wave of his hand over the crest65 of the hill, and then he turned to his dog and said quietly, “Come, Tobe, let’s git old Middie; it’s ’bout milkin’ time.{28}”
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sage
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joyful
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streak
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creek
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sputtering
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galloped
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runaway
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humbly
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pony
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grove
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brook
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savage
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batter
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manliness
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