“WELL, bein’ as me an’ Glenister is gougin’ into the bowels1 of Anvil2 Creek3 all last summer, we don’t really get the fresh-grub habit fastened on us none. You see, the gamblers down-town cop out the few aigs an’ green vegetables that stray off the ships, so they never get out as far as the Creek none; except, maybe, in the shape of anecdotes5.
“We don’t get intimate with no nutriments except hog-boosum an’ brown beans, of which luxuries we have unstinted measure, an’ bein’ as this is our third year in the country we hanker for bony fido grub, somethin’ scan’lous. Yes, ma’am—three years without a taste of fresh fruit nor meat nor nuthin’—except pork an’ beans. Why, I’ve et bacon till my immortal6 soul has growed a rind.
“When it comes time to close down the claim, the boy is sick with the fever an’ the only ship in port is a Point Barrow whaler, bound for Seattle. After I book our passage, I find they have nothin’ aboard to eat except canned salmon7, it bein’ the end of a two years’ cruise, so when I land in the States after seventeen days of a fish diet, I am what you might call sated with canned grub, and have added salmon to the list of things concernin’ which I am goin’ to economize8.
“Soon’s ever I get the boy into a hospital, I gallop9 up to the best restarawnt in town an’ prepare for the huge pot-latch. This here, I determine, is to be a gormandizin’ jag which shall live in hist’ry, an’ wharof in later years the natives of Puget Sound shall speak with bated breath.
“First, I call for five dollars’ worth of pork an’ beans an’ then a full-grown platter of canned salmon. When the waiter lays ’em out in front of me, I look them vittles coldly in their disgustin’ visages, an’ say in sarcastic11 accents:
“ ‘Set there, damn you! an’ watch me eat real grub,’ which I proceed to do, cleanin’ the menu from soda12 to hock. When I have done my worst, I pile bones an’ olive seeds an’ peelin’s all over them articles of nourishment13, stick toothpicks into ’em, an’ havin’ offered ’em what other indignities14 occur to me, I leave the place.”
Dextry and the girl were leaning over the stern-rail, chatting idly in the darkness. It was the second night out and the ship lay dead in the ice-pack. All about them was a flat, floe-clogged sea, leprous and mottled in the deep twilight15 that midnight brought in this latitude16. They had threaded into the ice-field as long as the light lasted, following the lanes of blue water till they closed, then drifting idly till others appeared; worming out into leagues of open sea, again creeping into the shifting labyrinth17 till darkness rendered progress perilous19.
Occasionally they had passed herds20 of walrus21 huddled22 sociably23 upon ice-pans, their wet hides glistening24 in the sunlight. The air had been clear and pleasant, while away on all quarters they had seen the smoke of other ships toiling25 through the barrier. The spring fleet was knocking at the door of the Golden North.
Chafing26 at her imprisonment27, the girl had asked the old man to take her out on deck under the shelter of darkness; then she had led him to speak of his own past experiences, and of Glenister’s; which he had done freely. She was frankly28 curious about them, and she wondered at their apparent lack of interest in her own identity and her secret mission. She even construed29 their silence as indifference30, not realizing that these Northmen were offering her the truest evidence of camaraderie31.
The frontier is capable of no finer compliment than this utter disregard of one’s folded pages. It betokens32 that highest faith in one’s fellow-man, the belief that he should be measured by his present deeds, not by his past. It says, translated: “This is God’s free country where a man is a man, nothing more. Our land is new and pure, our faces are to the front. If you have been square, so much the better; if not, leave behind the taints33 of artificial things and start again on the level—that’s all.”
It had happened, therefore, that since the men had asked her no questions, she had allowed the hours to pass and still hesitated to explain further than she had explained to Captain Stephens. It was much easier to let things continue as they were; and there was, after all, so little that she was at liberty to tell them.
In the short time since meeting them, the girl had grown to like Dextry, with his blunt chivalry34 and boyish, whimsical philosophy, but she avoided Glenister, feeling a shrinking, hidden terror of him, ever since her eavesdropping35 of the previous night. At the memory of that scene she grew hot, then cold—hot with anger, icy at the sinister36 power and sureness which had vibrated in his voice. What kind of life was she entering where men spoke37 of strange women with this assurance and hinted thus of ownership? That he was handsome and unconscious of it, she acknowledged, and had she met him in her accustomed circle of friends, garbed38 in the conventionalities, she would perhaps have thought of him as a striking man, vigorous and intelligent; but here he seemed naturally to take on the attributes of his surroundings, acquiring a picturesque40 negligée of dress and morals, and suggesting rugged41, elemental, chilling potentialities. While with him—and he had sought her repeatedly that day—she was uneasily aware of his strong personality tugging42 at her; aware of the unbridled passionate43 flood of a nature unbrooking of delay and heedless of denial. This it was that antagonized her and set her every mental sinew in rigid44 resistance.
During Dextry’s garrulous45 ramblings, Glenister emerged from the darkness and silently took his place beside her, against the rail.
“Too late for one an’ too fur south for the other,” Dextry interposed. “We’ll see the sun further north, though.”
“Have you ever heard the real origin of the Northern Lights?” the young man inquired.
“Naturally, I never have,” she answered.
“Well, here it is. I have it from the lips of a great hunter of the Tananas. He told it to me when I was sick, once, in his cabin, and inasmuch as he is a wise Indian and has a reputation for truth, I have no doubt that it is scrupulously48 correct.
“In the very old days, before the white man or corned beef had invaded this land, the greatest tribe in all the North was the Tananas. The bravest hunter of these was Itika, the second chief. He could follow a moose till it fell exhausted49 in the snow and he had many belts made from the claws of the brown bear which is deadly wicked and, as every one knows, inhabited by the spirits of ‘Yabla-men,’ or devils.
“One winter a terrible famine settled over the Tanana Valley. The moose departed from the gulches50 and the caribou51 melted from the hills like mist. The dogs grew gaunt and howled all night, the babies cried, the women became hollow-eyed and peevish52.
“Then it was that Itika decided53 to go hunting over the saw-tooth range which formed the edge of the world. They tried to dissuade54 him, saying it was certain death because a pack of monstrous55 white wolves, taller than the moose and swifter than the eagle, was known to range these mountains, running madly in chase. Always, on clear, cold nights, could be seen the flashing of the moonbeams from their gleaming hungry sides, and although many hunters had crossed the passes in other years, they never returned, for the pack slew56 them.
“Nothing could deter10 Itika, however, so he threaded his way up through the range and, night coming, burrowed57 into a drift to sleep in his caribou-skin. Peering out into the darkness, he saw the flashing lights a thousand times brighter than ever before. The whole heavens were ablaze58 with shifting streamers that raced and writhed59 back and forth60 in wild revel61. Listening, he heard the hiss62 and whine63 of dry snow under the feet of the pack, and a distant noise as of rushing winds, although the air was deathly still.
“With daylight, he proceeded through the range, till he came out above a magnificent valley. Descending64 the slope, he entered a forest of towering spruce, while on all sides the snow was trampled65 with tracks as wide as a snow-shoe. There came to him a noise which, as he proceeded, increased till it filled the woods. It was a frightful66 din39, as though a thousand wolves were howling with the madness of the kill. Cautiously creeping nearer, he found a monstrous white animal struggling beneath a spruce which had fallen upon it in such fashion as to pinion67 it securely.
“All brave men are tender-hearted, so Itika set to work with his axe68 and cleared away the burden, regardless of the peril18 to himself. When he had released it, the beast arose and instead of running away addressed him in the most polite and polished Indian, without a trace of accent.
“ ‘You have saved my life. Now, what can I do for you?’
“ ‘I want to hunt in this valley. My people are starving,’ said Itika, at which the wolf was greatly pleased and rounded up the rest of the pack to help in the kill.
“Always thereafter when Itika came to the valley of the Yukon the giant drove hunted with him. To this day they run through the mountains on cold, clear nights, in a multitude, while the light of the moon flickers69 from their white sides, flashing up into the sky in weird70, fantastic figures. Some people call it Northern Lights, but old Isaac assured me earnestly, toothlessly, and with the light of ancient truth, as I lay snow-blind in his lodge71, that it is nothing more remarkable72 than the spirit of Itika and the great white wolves.”
“What a queer legend!” she said. “There must be many of them in this country. I feel that I am going to like the North.”
“Perhaps you will,” Glenister replied, “although it is not a woman’s land.”
“Tell me what led you out here in the first place. You are an Eastern man. You have had advantages, education—and yet you choose this. You must love the North.”
“Indeed I do! It calls to a fellow in some strange way that a gentler country never could. When once you’ve lived the long, lazy June days that never end, and heard geese honking73 under a warm, sunlit midnight; or when once you’ve hit the trail on a winter morning so sharp and clear that the air stings your lungs, and the whole white, silent world glistens74 like a jewel; yes—and when you’ve seen the dogs romping75 in harness till the sled runners ring; and the distant mountain-ranges come out like beautiful carvings76, so close you can reach them—well, there’s something in it that brings you back—that’s all, no matter where you’ve lost yourself. It means health and equality and unrestraint. That’s what I like best, I dare say—the utter unrestraint.
“When I was a school-boy, I used to gaze at the map of Alaska for hours. I’d lose myself in it. It wasn’t anything but a big, blank corner in the North then, with a name, and mountains, and mystery. The word ‘Yukon’ suggested to me everything unknown and weird—hairy mastodons, golden river bars, savage77 Indians with bone arrow-heads and seal-skin trousers. When I left college I came as fast as ever I could—the adventure, I suppose....
“The law was considered my destiny. How the shades of old Choate and Webster and Patrick Henry must have wailed78 when I forswore it. I’ll bet Blackstone tore his whiskers.”
“I think you would have made a success,” said the girl, but he laughed.
“Well, anyhow, I stepped out, leaving the way to the United States Supreme79 bench unobstructed, and came North. I found it was where I belonged. I fitted in. I’m not contented—don’t think that. I’m ambitious, but I prefer these surroundings to the others—that’s all. I’m realizing my desires. I’ve made a fortune—now I’ll see what else the world has.”
She started, and glanced towards where Dextry had stood, only to find that the old frontiersman had slipped away during the tale.
“Helen Chester,” she replied.
“Helen Chester,” he repeated, musingly81. “What a pretty name! It seems almost a pity to change it—to marry, as you will.”
“I am not going to Nome to get married.”
He glanced at her quickly.
“Then you won’t like this country. You are two years too early; you ought to wait till there are railroads and telephones, and tables d’hôte, and chaperons. It’s a man’s country yet.”
“I don’t see why it isn’t a woman’s country, too. Surely we can take a part in taming it. Yonder on the Oregon is a complete railroad, which will be running from the coast to the mines in a few weeks. Another ship back there has the wire and poles and fixings for a telephone system, which will go up in a night. As to tables d’hôte, I saw a real French count in Seattle with a monocle. He’s bringing in a restaurant outfit82, imported snails83, and pâté de foies gras. All that’s wanting is the chaperon. In my flight from the Ohio I left mine. The sailors caught her. You see I am not far ahead of schedule.”
“What part are you going to take in this taming process?” he asked.
She paused long before replying, and when she did her answer sounded like a jest.
“The law! Bah! Red tape, a dead language, and a horde85 of shysters! I’m afraid of law in this land; we’re too new and too far away from things. It puts too much power in too few hands. Heretofore we men up here have had recourse to our courage and our Colt’s, but we’ll have to unbuckle them both when the law comes. I like the court that hasn’t any appeal.” He laid hand upon his hip4.
“The Colt’s may go, but the courage never will,” she broke in.
“Perhaps. But I’ve heard rumors86 already of a plot to prostitute the law. In Unalaska a man warned Dextry, with terror in his eye, to beware of it; that beneath the cloak of Justice was a drawn87 dagger88 whetted89 for us fellows who own the rich diggings. I don’t think there’s any truth in it, but you can’t tell.”
“The law is the foundation—there can’t be any progress without it. There is nothing here now but disorder90.”
“There isn’t half the disorder you think there is. There weren’t any crimes in this country till the tender-feet arrived. We didn’t know what a thief was. If you came to a cabin you walked in without knocking. The owner filled up the coffee-pot and sliced into the bacon; then when he’d started your meal, he shook hands and asked your name. It was just the same whether his cache was full or whether he’d packed his few pounds of food two hundred miles on his back. That was hospitality to make your Southern article look pretty small. If there was no one at home, you ate what you needed. There was but one unpardonable breach91 of etiquette—to fail to leave dry kindlings. I’m afraid of the transitory stage we’re coming to—that epoch92 of chaos93 between the death of the old and the birth of the new. Frankly, I like the old way best. I love the license94 of it. I love to wrestle95 with nature; to snatch, and guard, and fight for what I have. I’ve been beyond the law for years and I want to stay there, where life is just what it was intended to be—a survival of the fittest.”
His large hands, as he gripped the bulwark96, were tense and corded, while his rich voice issued softly from his chest with the hint of power unlimited97 behind it. He stood over her, tall, virile98, and magnetic. She saw now why he had so joyously99 hailed the fight of the previous night; to one of his kind it was as salt air to the nostrils100. Unconsciously she approached him, drawn by the spell of his strength.
“My pleasures are violent and my hate is mighty101 bitter in my mouth. What I want, I take. That’s been my way in the old life, and I’m too selfish to give it up.”
He was gazing out upon the dimly lucent miles of ice; but now he turned towards her, and, doing so, touched her warm hand next his on the rail.
She was staring up at him unaffectedly, so close that the faint odor from her hair reached him. Her expression was simply one of wonder and curiosity at this type, so different from any she had known. But the man’s eyes were hot and blinded with the sight of her, and he felt only her beauty heightened in the dim light, the brush of her garments, and the small, soft hand beneath his. The thrill from the touch of it surged over him—mastered him.
“What I want—I take,” he repeated, and then suddenly he reached forth and, taking her in his arms, crushed her to him, kissing her softly, fiercely, full upon the lips. For an instant she lay gasping102 and stunned103 against his breast, then she tore her fist free and, with all her force, struck him full in the face.
It was as though she beat upon a stone. With one movement he forced her arm to her side, smiling into her terrified eyes; then, holding her like iron, he kissed her again and again upon the mouth, the eyes, the hair—and released her.
“I am going to love you—Helen,” said he.
“And may God strike me dead if I ever stop hating you!” she cried, her voice coming thick and hoarse104 with passion.
Turning, she walked proudly forward towards her cabin, a trim, straight, haughty105 figure; and he did not know that her knees were shaking and weak.
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87 drawn | |
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94 license | |
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95 wrestle | |
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96 bulwark | |
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97 unlimited | |
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98 virile | |
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99 joyously | |
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101 mighty | |
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102 gasping | |
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104 hoarse | |
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