That"s gain number one, and don"t you try to contradict me. And so you"re goin" lumberin"?"
"We are that," a.s.sented Sam; "and seems to me you and Joe had better come along with us. You could put in a month or more, and then go along on prospecting."
It took our hero and his hunter companion but a little while to accept the invitation, the more so as Joe was already more or less one of the corporation Sam was forming.
"There"s dollars in the scheme right through," Hank said, as they sat round the stove that evening. "Ef you"ll have me as one of the band, I"ll apply for my two hundred acres right off, paying for "em, for I ain"t able to take up more free land. Joe"s in the same fix. But he aer got the dollars to pay. We"ll come north with you and do a little lumbering. Afterwards he and I kin move on farther, for I"ve a proposition of my own to look into."
"But----" began Joe, who had been a listener for the most part up till now.
"Huh! He"s agoin" to criticize the scheme and pour cold water on it,"
grinned Hank, swinging round on our hero. "Tell you, Sam, this here youngster aer had his eyes opened wide sense he came out, and he"s turnin" into a business farmer. Wall, what are it?"
"This lumbering," began Joe diffidently, colouring at so much attention being attracted to him.
"Just you give "em what you think and don"t be afraid," cried Mrs.
Fennick encouragingly. "The lad that could organize volunteers aboard ship has a right to speak. Sam, likely as not he"ll show you and Hank that you"ve made a big error somewheres. Now, Joe."
"I was merely asking about the lumbering," said Joe. "I always gathered that lumberers were men who were more or less trained. They go out in gangs, don"t they?"
"And so"ll we," interrupted Sam, with eagerness. "But there ain"t so many chaps out here that hasn"t had a turn with the gangs some time.
I"ve done a season; p"raps Hank has too."
"You bet," came from that individual. "I"ve done most things "way out here, from gold diggin" to farming pure and simple. Huntin" aer my proper trade, but I ain"t too proud to do anything. Even when I"m my own master I ain"t above takin" on a job for someone else ef I"ve the time, and the money"s good enough."
"Then there"s two of us has done the work before," declared Sam.
"Eight or nine of the boys I"ve fixed it with to join our corporation are already up in the woods, where we"ll join "em. They"ve a shack built this three months, and no doubt they"ve started in felling."
It appeared, indeed, as if the thoughtful Sam had made very complete arrangements, and there was little doubt but that Hank, as an old and experienced colonial, was delighted.
"It aer a fine proposition," he repeated for perhaps the twentieth time. "When other folks is buried in the snow, and only finding work with feeding the cattle and sichlike, we"ll be cutting timber that"ll bring dollars in the summer, and be back on our holdings time enough to plough and sow and make ready for harvest. Autumn will see us threshing, and by the time the grain is hauled down to the railway there"ll be frosts. Then out we go again. Gee, Sam, this fair tickles me!"
A week later the little band of lumbermen was collected together, while Tom Egan, a st.u.r.dy settler some fifty years of age, had arrived from his own little shack across the valley and had taken up his residence at Sam"s dwelling, where it was arranged that Mrs. Fennick should stay with Egan"s wife and children.
"Yer see," explained Sam, "a lumber camp ain"t no sorter place for a woman. It"s rough living all the while. Men are packed together as close as sardines, and even then it"s mighty cold. So the missus stays here with the Egans while we move on."
They slung their traps over their shoulders, and with snowshoes on their feet set out towards the north. The thaw of the past week had by now given way to severe frosts, while there had been a heavy fall of snow. However, none but a confirmed grumbler could have found fault with the conditions, for a bright sun flooded the landscape, shimmering on hillocks of snow, throwing long blue shadows athwart the hollows, and causing the millions of particles of ice to flash and scintillate.
There was a dry, exhilarating crispness about the atmosphere that was typically Canadian, a bracing coldness that made the little band step out briskly, Hank at their head, Sam following; then Joe, and Jim and Claude, the two young friends he had made aboard the steamer, marching side by side. d.i.c.k Parsons, a lanky, bearded colonial, brought up the rear, a veritable grenadier in proportions.
They formed a merry party in their lean-to that night, and went on their journey on the following morning with undiminished vigour. Late the following day the crisp ring of axes coming to their ears through the tree trunks of the forest they had plunged into some hours before told them that the lumber camp was within easy distance. Shouts greeted them as they trailed into a narrow clearing, at the back of which stood a low-built shack half-buried in snow, and with its roof supporting a vast ma.s.s of that material. Smoke issued gently from a centrally-placed chimney, while the door was wide open. Hearty indeed was the greeting, then the hut swallowed the whole party.
"You"ve jest come along in time for tea," cried one of the lumbermen, a bearded giant even taller than Parsons. "Sit ye down right there and we"ll give you a meal that"ll show you how we"ve been living. Bill, you fish out that bear"s meat you"ve a-stewing, while we others get the tea on the table."
The table, let us explain, was a mere apology for that article as civilized individuals understand the term, for your lumberman has no time to devote to the niceties of furniture construction. Joe indeed found himself marvelling at the crudeness of their work and yet at its obvious utility; for split stakes had been driven into the ground down the centre of the shack, and cross pieces nailed on top. More long split logs secured to these formed the top of a table some two feet wide. As for benches, they were fashioned in the same manner along either side, and were by now fully occupied. A huge enamelled-ware teapot was pa.s.sing from hand to hand, while Bill, the cook to this expedition, was standing at one end of the table dealing out helpings of a savoury bear-meat stew that tickled the nostrils of everyone.
"What about sleeping?" asked Joe presently, when the meal was finished and the lumber gang had gathered round the open fire placed at one end of the table. "Is there another room?"
"Another!" exclaimed Harvey Bent, the chief of the party. "Young man, there ain"t time fer buildin" luxuries when you"re lumberin", and what"s more, guess there ain"t warmth enough. Time we turns in to-night there"ll be jest about room fer the lot of us, and no more.
The closer we are the warmer, and "way out here, when the thermometer"s down below zero, that means something to men who has to work."
Joe and his friends found that the sleeping accommodation was quaint in the extreme. Along one side of the shack a sloping platform had been built of the usual split logs, and piles of blankets lay upon it.
Going to bed was a simple proceeding in this lumber camp; for men merely slipped off their boots and hats and wrapped themselves in a blanket. Then they lay down side by side, packed closely together, so closely, in fact, that to turn was an impossibility. But Joe and his young friends, who were novices like himself, discovered very soon that these old lumbermen were not without consideration. They allowed for the possibility of a change of position, and that very night, some time in the small hours, a hoa.r.s.e command awakened them.
"Heave!" they heard, and promptly, more asleep than awake, the band of men rolled over on to the other side and once more settled into snores and slumber.
"It"s a sight that"ll do your eyes good," declared Hank, early on the following morning, when the gang had eaten. "You watch these fellers cutting down their timber. It ain"t likely that you"ll be wanted fer much to-day, and so we"ll take a look at "em and then see their mates.
All of the gang ain"t fellers. It stands to reason that someone"s got to deal with the timber when it"s down, and has to haul it out of the way to where the water kin deal with it. We"re high up here, for we was climbing most of yesterday, and this here shack aer located jest at the top of a steep slope cutting sheer down to the lake that Sam mentioned. You come along with me; when we"ve had a look round we kin tackle a job with the others."
Donning their snowshoes and taking their rifles with them--for it was already agreed that Hank should hunt for the gang and procure them fresh meat--he and Joe went sliding off along the hillside, and presently, reaching a spot where the lumberman"s axe had cleared the trees, were able to get a clear view of their surroundings. Down below them, two or more hundred feet perhaps, was a vast expanse of white, unbroken for the most part, though here and there there was a dark-coloured elevation denoting an island, the huge expanse being the frozen and snow-covered surface of the lake. Beyond there was forest, patched with snow, silent and forbidding. As for the steep slope at that part, it was scored with a hundred and more tracks.
"Where the logs slide down to the lake," said Hank. "Now we"ll go along and see "em at it. My, these trees are mighty big, and will saw into fine logs! Ef that railway comes up this way, as Sam believes, timber"ll be wanted, and the work that"s being done here will bring its own reward. Ah! there"s axes! Jest you come and see how a Canadian lumberman tackles a forest giant, and can throw the tree jest wherever he wants."
Joe marvelled, indeed, at the skill and the energy of the lumbermen.
Hearty, healthy fellows one and all, they went at their work as if they loved it. Cutting niches with their axes high up the stem of a giant, they drove wooden stakes into the crevices thus prepared, and soon had a platform built on this somewhat insecure foundation. Then came the ring of axes swiftly falling, a hoa.r.s.e cry of warning, twice repeated, followed by a reverberating roar as the giant succ.u.mbed to human forces, crashing to the ground with a thud which shook the surroundings. Joe stood by as one of the biggest of the trees tumbled, and watched the lumbermen shredding the branches from the fallen timber. The naked trunk was then levered with crowbars, and with a final jerk was sent skidding and sliding down the hillside, to come to a halt at the bottom, perhaps on the frozen surface of the lake, or at any rate within a few feet of it.
"There"s a couple of men working down there with a hoss," explained Hank. "They hitches on to the logs that don"t reach the lake and drag "em into position. Look away down. There"s a hull crowd of timber waitin" for the end of winter."
"And then?" asked Joe, for he was ignorant for the most part of the work of lumbermen.
"Why, the ice breaks up," said Hank, "the logs gets carried into the lake, and the "drivers" takes "em in hand. A mighty hard and dangerous job theirs is, too. They has to be at it night and day, wet and fine.
Each of "em has a long pole with a spike at the end, and their particular work aer to send the logs down. Sometimes the stream carries "em all right. Sometimes they gets hung up in corners and eddies, and the driver has to set "em afloat agin. Then, down at the bottom of a lake same as this it ain"t so seldom that logs and ice"ll form a jam. One of the logs gets across the outlet, stuck up on a rock or two. Others piles up behind, with blocks of ice maybe, till there"s ten foot high of logs and stuff, with a ma.s.s of water and ice and logs "way behind. That aer a ticklish job to tackle, and many a driver has been killed or drowned. But they ain"t never afraid, and there ain"t much that they can"t do. I"ve seed "em hopping from floating log to log and steering a single trunk downstream, as ef they was aboard a canoe and not on top of a thing that"d roll over with the ordinary feller. Now, we"ll make right off out of hearing of the camp. Bill war telling me this morning that when that bear"s meat aer done, there ain"t nothing left but pork."
It was with the keenness of a schoolboy that Joe threw himself into the work at the lumber camp. That very evening he was told off with the hauling gang, and for a month and more a.s.sisted in dragging the felled timber to the edge of the lake; and never once did he find the hours drag or the work too heavy. As for the evenings, they were a delight to all; for your lumberman"s camp is a veritable club. There, with the door shut and a hot fire burning, the men made a circle once their meal was finished. Pipes were filled, and clouds of smoke obscured the surroundings, dimming the rays from the single oil lantern hanging overhead. And what yarns those colonials could tell! Rugged, honest fellows, they spoke in a simple manly manner which was captivating.
The boaster was not to be found amongst them; their tales were of deeds which had actually occurred, while the truth of their statements was apparent. As for chaff, they were never done with it. Harmless jokes and horse-play made the evenings jovial and merry. It was thus that our hero pa.s.sed a portion of his first Canadian winter, revelling in the brisk atmosphere and in his work, boon companion to every member of the lumber gang. Then he and Hank bade farewell to their comrades and, shouldering their packs, set out for the north, for a country hardly ever explored, where danger and difficulty awaited them.
CHAPTER XIV
Moose Hunting
"I"m agoin ter tell you now what"s brought me away up here through the backwoods of New Ontario," said Hank, the very evening he and Joe had left the lumber camp and their friends, amongst whom Sam Fennick was numbered. "I"m looking fer Beaver Jack."
"Beaver Jack! Who"s he?" demanded our hero doubtfully.
"That"s what I"m jest about to tell. Beaver Jack aer the cutest, quietest, cussedest Indian that ever you set eyes on, or that ever anyone else set eyes on either. He kin talk our language fairly well, and he war for three years or more along with me and my father. That"s a time ago. Of late he"s mooned about in the settlements during summer, not doing more"n a hand"s turn, as is the nature of the Redskin. And winter"s found him "way up north, trappin" and huntin"
fer the pelts that keeps him in food during the summer months. Beaver Jack and me"s old friends, and with him to lead there"s a chance of our striking a country I"ve heard of from mates of his. There ain"t been much prospecting up in New Ontario, lad, but I"ve heard there"s gold, and gold mines are worth finding."
So that was the secret of this expedition. Hank, a naturally silent man, had said little about his intentions up to date, and Joe had but a vague idea as to his real object. For himself, it had been sufficient that he was to travel through the Canadian wastes with such a pleasant fellow, and experience a life the very mention of which was most fascinating. It can be imagined, therefore, that he looked forward to the meeting with Beaver Jack with some antic.i.p.ation, and hailed that taciturn Redskin heartily when, two weeks later, they came across him.
"You"d say as it aer fair wonderful that we should meet him right up here in the wilderness," smiled Hank, as he and Joe prepared for the night"s bivouac. "But Jack aer a long-legged man, and, Injun-like, he turns his toes in. You could tell his mark in the snow amongst a thousand, and it ain"t much altered even with snowshoes. See there--there"s my marks, there"s yourn, here"s Beaver Jack"s."
"With a longer distance between each one," agreed Joe. "And the back of each shoe seems to have been trailed along the snow as he went.
There"s a clean line every time. With you there"s much the same, but the distance between the shoe marks is less, while mine are broken and the snow is irregularly marked in between."
"So as you could swear to any one of the three any day," said Hank.
"Now, guess how it war that I steered a course so as to cross his tracks."
The question was one of greater difficulty, and Joe found himself unable to answer. However, the explanation was simple enough when it came to be given.