For an hour, or more, I had been lounging about the sitting-room1 of a club in Quebec City, waiting for my friend, who had promised to join me at dinner that night. I threw aside a news-sheet, which I had exhausted2 down to minutest advertisements, stretched myself and strolled across to a group of old fur-traders, retired3 partners of the North-West Company, who were engaged in heated discussion with some officers from the Citadel4.
"Has any one seen Eric Hamilton?" I repeated, indifferent to the merits of their dispute.
"That's the tenth time you've asked that question," said my Uncle Jack5 MacKenzie, looking up sharply, "the tenth time, Sir, by actual count," and he puckered6 his brows at the interruption, just as he used to when I was a little lad on his knee and chanced to break into one of his hunting stories with a question at the wrong place.[Pg 10]
"Hang it," drawled Colonel Adderly, a squatty man with an over-fed look on his bulging8, red cheeks, "hang it, you don't expect Hamilton? The baby must be teething," and he added more chaff9 at the expense of my friend, who had been the subject of good-natured banter10 among club members for devotion to his first-born.
I saw Adderly's object was more to get away from the traders' arguments than to answer me; and I returned the insolent11 challenge of his unconcealed yawn in the faces of the elder men by drawing a chair up to the company of McTavishes and Frobishers and McGillivrays and MacKenzies and other retired veterans of the north country.
"I beg your pardon, gentlemen," said I, "what were you saying to Colonel Adderly?"
"Talk of your military conquests, Sir," my uncle continued, "Why, Sir, our men have transformed a wilderness13 into an empire. They have blazed a path from Labrador on the Atlantic to that rock on the Pacific, where my esteemed14 kinsman15, Sir Alexander MacKenzie, left his inscription16 of discovery. Mark my words, Sir, the day will come when the names of David Thompson and Simon Fraser and Sir Alexander MacKenzie will rank higher in English annals than Braddock's and——"
"Egad!" laughed the officer, amused at my uncle, who had been a leading spirit in the North-West Company and whose enthusiasm knew no bounds, "Egad! You gentlemen adventurers wouldn't need to have accomplished18 much to[Pg 11] eclipse Braddock." And he paused with a questioning supercilious19 smile. "Sir Alexander was a first cousin of yours, was he not?"
My uncle flushed hotly. That slighting reference to gentlemen adventurers, with just a perceptible emphasis of the adventurers, was not to his taste.
"Pardon me, Sir," said he stiffly, "you forget that by the terms of their charter, the Ancient and Honorable Hudson's Bay Company have the privilege of being known as gentlemen adventurers. And by the Lord, Sir, 'tis a gentleman adventurer and nothing else, that stock-jobbing scoundrel of a Selkirk has proved himself! And he, sir, was neither Nor'-Wester, nor Canadian, but an Englishman, like the commander of the Citadel." My uncle puffed20 out these last words in the nature of a defiance21 to the English officer, whose cheeks took on a deeper purplish shade; but he returned the charge good-humoredly enough.
"Nonsense, MacKenzie, my good friend," laughed he patronizingly, "if the Right Honorable, the Earl of Selkirk, were such an adventurer, why the deuce did the Beaver22 Club down at Montreal receive him with open mouths and open arms and——"
"And open hearts, Sir, you may say," interrupted my Uncle MacKenzie. "And I'd thank you not to 'good-friend' me," he added tartly23.
Now, the Beaver Club was an organization at Nor'-Westers renowned24 for its hospitality.[Pg 12] Founded in 1785, originally composed of but nineteen members and afterwards extended only to men who had served in the Pays d'En Haut, it soon acquired a reputation for entertaining in regal style. Why the vertebrae of colonial gentlemen should sometimes lose the independent, upright rigidity25 of self-respect on contact with old world nobility, I know not. But instantly, Colonel Adderly's reference to Lord Selkirk and the Beaver Club called up the picture of a banquet in Montreal, when I was a lad of seven, or thereabouts. I had been tricked out in some Highland26 costume especially pleasing to the Earl—cap, kilts, dirk and all—and was taken by my Uncle Jack MacKenzie to the Beaver Club. Here, in a room, that glittered with lights, was a table steaming with things, which caught and held my boyish eyes; and all about were crowds of guests, gentlemen, who had been invited in the quaint27 language of the club, "To discuss the merits of bear, beaver and venison." The great Sir Alexander MacKenzie, with his title fresh from the king, and his feat28 of exploring the river now known by his name and pushing through the mountain fastnesses to the Pacific on all men's lips—was to my Uncle Jack's right. Simon Fraser and David Thompson and other famous explorers, who were heroes to my imagination, were there too. In these men and what they said of their wonderful voyages I was far more interested than in the young, keen-faced man with a tie, that came up in ruffles29 to his ears,[Pg 13] and with an imperial decoration on his breast, which told me he was Lord Selkirk.
I remember when the huge salvers and platters were cleared away, I was placed on the table to execute the sword dance. I must have acquitted30 myself with some credit; for the gentlemen set up a prodigious31 clapping, though I recall nothing but a snapping of my fingers, a wave of my cap and a whirl of lights and faces around my dizzy head. Then my uncle took me between his knees, promising32 to let me sit up to the end if I were good, and more wine was passed.
"That's enough for you, you young cub," says my kinsman, promptly33 inverting34 the wine-glass before me.
Whereat, the noble Earl shouted, "Bravo! here's for you, Mr. MacKenzie."
And all the gentlemen set up a laugh and my uncle smiled and called to the butler, "Here, Johnson, toddy for one, glass of hot water, pure, for other."
But when Johnson brought back the glasses, I observed Uncle MacKenzie kept the toddy. "There, my boy, there's Adam's ale for you," said he, and into the glass of hot water he popped a peppermint36 lozenge.
"Fie!" laughed Sir Alexander to my uncle's right, "Fie to cheat the little man!"
"His is the best wine of the cellar," vowed37 His Lordship; and I drank my peppermint with as[Pg 14] much gusto and self-importance as any man of them.
Then followed toasts, such a list of toasts as only men inured38 to tests of strength could take. Ironical39 toasts to the North-West Passage, whose myth Sir Alexander had dispelled40; toasts to the discoverer of the MacKenzie River, which brought storms of applause that shook the house; toasts to "our distinguished41 guest," whose suave42 response disarmed43 all suspicion; toasts to the "Northern winterers," poor devils, who were serving the cause by undergoing a life-long term of Arctic exile; toasts to "the merry lads of the north," who only served in the ranks without attaining44 to the honor of partnership45; toasts enough, in all conscience, to drown the memory of every man present. Thanks to my Uncle Jack MacKenzie, all my toasts were taken in peppermint, and the picture in my mind of that banquet is as clear to-day as it was when I sat at the table. What would I not give to be back at the Beaver Club, living it all over again and hearing Sir Alexander MacKenzie with his flashing hero-eyes and quick, passionate46 gestures, recounting that wonderful voyage of his with a sulky crew into a region of hostiles; telling of those long interminable winters of Arctic night, when the great explorer sounded the depths of utter despair in service for the company and knew not whether he faced madness or starvation; and thrilling the whole assembly with a description of his first glimpse of the Pacific! Perhaps it was what I[Pg 15] heard that night—who can tell—that drew me to the wild life of after years. But I was too young, then, to recognize fully47 the greatness of those men. Indeed, my country was then and is yet too young; for if their greatness be recognized, it is forgotten and unhonored.
I think I must have fallen asleep on my uncle's knee; for I next remember sleepily looking about and noticing that many of the gentlemen had slid down in their chairs and with closed eyes were breathing heavily. Others had slipped to the floor and were sound asleep. This shocked me and I was at once wide awake. My uncle was sitting very erect48 and his arm around my waist had the tight grasp that usually preceded some sharp rebuke49. I looked up and found his face grown suddenly so hard and stern, I was all affright lest my sleeping had offended him. His eyes were fastened on Lord Selkirk with a piercing, angry gaze. His Lordship was not nodding, not a bit of it. How brilliant he seemed to my childish fancy! He was leaning forward, questioning those Nor'-Westers, who had received him with open arms, and open hearts. And the wine had mounted to the head of the good Nor'-Westers and they were now also receiving the strange nobleman with open mouths, pouring out to him a full account of their profits, the extent of the vast, unknown game preserve, and how their methods so far surpassed those of the Hudson's Bay, their rival's stock had fallen in value from 250 to 50 per cent.[Pg 16]
"I must say," whispered Uncle Jack to Sir Alexander MacKenzie, "if any Hudson's Bay man asked such pointed51 questions on North-West business, I'd give myself the pleasure of ejecting him from this room."
Then, I knew his anger was against Lord Selkirk and not against me for sleeping.
"Nonsense," retorted Sir Alexander, who had cut active connection with the Nor'-Westers some years before, "there's no ground for suspicion." But he seemed uneasy at the turn things had taken.
"Has your Lordship some colonization52 scheme that you ask such pointed questions?" demanded my uncle, addressing the Earl. The nobleman turned quickly to him and said something about the Highlanders and Prince Edward's Island, which I did not understand. The rest of that evening fades from my thoughts; for I was carried home in Mr. Jack MacKenzie's arms.
And all these things happened some ten or twelve years before that wordy sword-play between this same uncle of mine and the English colonel from the Citadel.
"We erred53, Sir, through too great hospitality," my uncle was saying to the colonel. "How could we know that Selkirk would purchase controlling interest in Hudson's Bay stock? How could we know he'd secure a land grant in the very heart of our domain54?"[Pg 17]
"I don't object to his land, nor to his colonists55, nor to his dower of ponies56 and muskets57 and bayonets to every mother's son of them," broke in another of the retired traders, "but I do object to his drilling those same colonists, to his importing a field battery and bringing out that little ram58 of a McDonell from the Army to egg the settlers on! It's bad enough to pillage59 our fort; but this proclamation to expel Nor'-Westers from what is claimed as Hudson's Bay Territory——"
"Just listen to this," cries my uncle pulling out a copy of the obnoxious60 proclamation and reading aloud an order for the expulsion of all rivals to the Hudson's Bay Company from the northern territory.
"Where can Hamilton be?" said I, losing interest in the traders' quarrel as soon as they went into details.
"Home with his wifie," half sneered61 the officer in a nagging62 way, that irritated me, though the remark was, doubtless, true. "Home with his wifie," he repeated in a sing-song, paying no attention to the elucidation63 of a subject he had raised. "Good old man, Hamilton, but since marriage, utterly64 gone to the bad!"
"To the what?" I queried65, taking him up short. This officer, with the pudding cheeks and patronizing insolence66, had a provoking trick of always keeping just inside the bounds of what one might resent. "To the what, did you say Hamilton had gone?"[Pg 18]
"To the domestics," says he laughing, then to the others, as if he had listened to every word of the explanations, "and if His Little Excellency, Governor MacDonell, by the grace of Lord Selkirk, ruler over gentlemen adventurers in no-man's-land, expels the good Nor'-Westers from nowhere to somewhere else, what do the good Nor'-Westers intend doing to the Little Tyrant67?"
"Charles the First him," responds a wag of the club.
"Where's your Cromwell?" laughs the colonel.
"Our Cromwell's a Cameron, temper of a Lucifer, oaths before action," answers the wag.
"Tuts!" exclaims Uncle Jack testily68. "We'll settle His Lordship's little martinet69 of the plains. Warrant for his arrest! Fetch him out!"
"Warrant 43rd King George III. will do it," added one of the partners who had looked the matter up.
"43rd King George III. doesn't give jurisdiction70 for trial in Lower Canada, if offense71 be committed elsewhere," interjects a lawyer with show of importance.
"Pah!" says Mr. Jack MacKenzie in disgust, stamping on the floor with both feet. "You lawyers needn't think you'll have your pickings when fur companies quarrel. We'll ship him out, that's all. Neither of the companies wants to advertise its profits—"[Pg 19]
"Or its methods—ahem!" interjects the colonel.
Then they all rose to go to the dining-room; and as I stepped out to have a look down the street for Hamilton, I heard Colonel Adderly's last fling—"Pretty rascals75, you gentlemen adventurers are, so shy and coy about law courts."
It was a dark night, with a few lonely stars in mid-heaven, a sickle76 moon cutting the horizon cloud-rim and a noisy March wind that boded77 snow from The Labrador, or sleet78 from the Gulf79.
When Eric Hamilton left the Hudson's Bay Company's service at York Factory on Hudson Bay and came to live in Quebec, I was but a student at Laval. It was at my Uncle MacKenzie's that I met the tall, dark, sinewy80, taciturn man, whose influence was to play such a strange part in my life; and when these two talked of their adventures in the far, lone7 land of the north, I could no more conceal12 my awe81-struck admiration82 than a girl could on first discovering her own charms in a looking-glass. I think he must have noticed my boyish reverence83, for once he condescended84 to ask about the velvet85 cap and green sash and long blue coat which made up the Laval costume, and in a moment I was talking to him as volubly as if he were the boy and I, the great Hudson's Bay trader.
"It makes me feel quite like a boy again," he had said on resuming conversation with Mr. MacKenzie.[Pg 20] "By Jove! Sir, I can hardly realize I went into that country a lad of fifteen, like your nephew, and here I am, out of it, an old man."
"Pah, Eric man," says my uncle, "you'll be finding a wife one of these days and renewing your youth."
"Uncle," I broke out when the Hudson's Bay man had gone home, "how old is Mr. Hamilton?"
"Fifteen years older than you are, boy, and I pray Heaven you may have half as much of the man in you at thirty as he has," returns my uncle mentally measuring me with that stern eye of his. At that information, my heart gave a curious, jubilant thud. Henceforth, I no longer looked upon Mr. Hamilton with the same awe that a choir86 boy entertains for a bishop87. Something of comradeship sprang up between us, and before that year had passed we were as boon88 companions as man and boy could be. But Hamilton presently spoiled it all by fulfilling my uncle's prediction and finding a wife, a beautiful, fair-haired, frail89 slip of a girl, near enough the twenties to patronize me and too much of the young lady to find pleasure in an awkward lad. That meant an end to our rides and walks and sails down the St. Lawrence and long evening talks; but I took my revenge by assuming the airs of a man of forty, at which Hamilton quizzed me not a little and his wife, Miriam, laughed. When I surprised them all by jumping suddenly from boyhood to manhood—"like a tadpole90 into a mosquito," as my Uncle[Pg 21] Jack facetiously91 remarked. Meanwhile, a son and heir came to my friend's home and I had to be thankful for a humble92 third place.
And so it came that I was waiting for Eric's arrival at the Quebec Club that night, peering from the porch for sight of him and calculating how long it would take to ride from the Chateau93 Bigot above Charlesbourg, where he was staying. Stepping outside, I was surprised to see the form of a horse beneath the lantern of the arched gateway94; and my surprise increased on nearer inspection95. As I walked up, the creature gave a whinny and I recognized Hamilton's horse, lathered96 with sweat, unblanketed and shivering. The possibility of an accident hardly suggested itself before I observed the bridle-rein had been slung97 over the hitching-post and heard steps hurrying to the side door of the club-house.
"Is that you, Eric?" I called.
There was no answer; so I led the horse to the stable boy and hurried back to see if Hamilton were inside. The sitting room was deserted98; but Eric's well-known, tall figure was entering the dining-room. And a curious figure he presented to the questioning looks of the club men. In one hand was his riding whip, in the other, his gloves. He wore the buckskin coat of a trapper and in the belt were two pistols. One sleeve was torn from wrist to elbow and his boots were scratched as if they had been combed by an iron rake. His broad-brimmed hat was still on, slouched down over his eyes like that of a scout99.[Pg 22]
"Gad17! Hamilton," exclaimed Uncle Jack MacKenzie, who was facing Eric as I came up behind, "have you been in a race or a fight?" and he gave him the look of suspicion one might give an intoxicated100 man.
"Is it a cold night?" asked the colonel punctiliously101, gazing hard at the still-strapped hat.
Not a word came from Hamilton.
"Here I am, old man! What's kept you?" and I rushed forward but quickly checked myself; for Hamilton turned slowly towards me and instead of erect bearing, clear glance, firm mouth, I saw a head that was bowed, eyes that burned like fire, and parched103, parted, wordless lips.
If the colonel had not been stuffing himself like the turkey guzzler104 that he was, he would have seen something unspeakably terrible written on Hamilton's silent face.
"Did the little wifie let him off for a night's play?" sneered Adderly.
Barely were the words out, when Hamilton's teeth clenched105 behind the open lips, giving him an ugly, furious expression, strange to his face. He took a quick stride towards the officer, raised his whip and brought it down with the full strength of his shoulder in one cutting blow across the baggy106, purplish cheeks of the insolent speaker.
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74 daggers | |
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75 rascals | |
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76 sickle | |
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77 boded | |
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78 sleet | |
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79 gulf | |
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80 sinewy | |
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81 awe | |
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83 reverence | |
n.敬畏,尊敬,尊严;Reverence:对某些基督教神职人员的尊称;v.尊敬,敬畏,崇敬 | |
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84 condescended | |
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85 velvet | |
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86 choir | |
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87 bishop | |
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88 boon | |
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89 frail | |
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90 tadpole | |
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91 facetiously | |
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93 chateau | |
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96 lathered | |
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抛( sling的过去式和过去分词 ); 吊挂; 遣送; 押往 | |
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98 deserted | |
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n.童子军,侦察员;v.侦察,搜索 | |
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100 intoxicated | |
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103 parched | |
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104 guzzler | |
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