Shouts greeted them.
"Why, if it ain"t Joe!" came from Sam heartily, in his well-known bellowing tones, while the ineradicable c.o.c.kney accent was obviously there; in fact, it was an accent of which Sam was proud. It was something never likely to leave him however long he remained in Canada, and however much he interlarded his conversation with Americanisms.
"Missus, it"s Joe!" he shouted, turning his head over his shoulder.
Then he dashed forward, seized our hero"s hand, and squeezed it till the latter almost winced.
"Howdy?" he exclaimed, swinging on Hank. "Introduce us."
"Hank," said Joe shortly, "hunter and trapper, a friend of mine. Hank, this is Sam Fennick; but----"
"In course I knows Sam," cried Hank, stretching out his wiry little paw, but one, nevertheless, which could give a grip that would make a strong man squirm. After all, outside the polite society of London and other large cities, where very vigorous handshaking is not looked on with favour, men often enough, the rough men of the plain, the prairie, the backwoods farm, and of the forest, exchange greetings with an earnestness there is no denying. Such men do not simper and dangle nerveless fingers before a stranger. They stand facing squarely, looking closely into the other"s eyes, and when their hands meet, and their fingers grip the other"s, the firmness of the grip, its vigour, its unflinching support of the return pressure somehow conveys something of the character of one man to the other. Hank had treated Joe in that way. To a man such as Hurley, whom he did not like, whom he suspected to be a craven, Hank merely waved or nodded; for he had his own views of what was proper, and they were far more exact and far more straightforward than one would have imagined.
"What! You, Hank--me old pal!" shouted Sam, delighted beyond measure, and almost hugging the little hunter. "You along o" Joe? How"s that?
He been doing something fer you, same as he did fer us?"
Hank asked an abrupt question. "What?"
"Ain"t he never let on about the fire aboard ship, the rumpus there was, and how he led the volunteers?"
"Nary a word. Peter--Peter Strike, that is--did tell me a tale, but he warn"t too sure of it. The young cuss is that silent when it comes to hisself. But he"s been doing well. Sam, let"s get these wet things off us, and something hot inside, and then we"ll gas. Gee! Ef that ain"t Mrs. Fennick! Howdy, maam? Here"s Joe."
The good woman almost embraced our hero, for she felt like a mother to him.
"Come right in and let us hear all about you and your doings," she cried. "And Hank Mitch.e.l.l too! I"m that glad to see you both, and Sam has been waitin" these many days for you to arrive. He"s got a scheme for the winter."
The grinning master of the shack accompanied the visitors into the interior of the shack, and there stood, first on one leg and then on the other, while Joe and Hank looked keenly about them. It was to be expected that a man of Sam"s energy, a Canadian settler who liked things to be right, should have erected a dwelling which should be fitting for his wife. Besides, there was reason for even greater magnificence.
"Guess you"ve been hard at work," said Hank, looking about him with twinkling eyes that nothing escaped. "This here shack"s meant to last."
"It"s that and more," cried Mrs. Fennick, pride in her tones. "Sam has built for a purpose. This shack"s too big for what we want; he planned to have an office."
"Eh?" asked Hank, turning on the grinning owner, who had flushed to the roots of his hair for all the world as if he were a schoolboy. "What"s this?"
"Part of the scheme, lad," came the answer. "Jest you two get seated and pull off those wet moccasins; then, when you"ve got dry socks to your feet and has had a bite, I"ll get to at it. It"s a fine yarn; I"ve dreamed of it this past five years."
No amount of persuasion would drag from Sam what his scheme was till Joe and Hank had eaten, and the latter had lit up a pipe.
"You kin fire in at it, Sam," said Hank at length, in the crisp little manner which was so distinctly his own. "I kinder gathered from this here Joe that when you came along up here prospecting it warn"t with the idea of the ordinary farm. Maam, it"s plain to see as my old friend has nigh worked his fingers to the bone."
Once more the little hunter"s eyes went round the large parlour in which he and the others were seated, while Mrs. Fennick and her husband followed his glances with frank pride staring from their own eyes. Nor could Joe help but admire all that he saw; for he and Sam had been parted but a matter of a few months, and in the course of that time the latter had pitched upon a suitable holding for his farm, and had cut the timber for his shack, besides erecting the house. As to the latter, it was far bigger than the ordinary shack erected by the settler. There was a parlour, a kitchen, and three bedrooms, while attached at one side was a large office.
"Where we"ll have the telephone afore you kin look round," declared Sam. "It"s jest like this. Me and a mate or two agreed to go along together into New Ontario and pitch upon a spot that was likely to open up. Wall, we took the line the branch railway was following, though there"s not one save those in the know behind the scenes, who kin say exactly where it"ll run. Still, me and the others prospected a heap till we came along here. What with the difficulties of rocks to the south, and big, straggling elevations, it was clear as the rails must follow the valley, and there warn"t more"n one for "em to take. So we prospected along it till we came here. You jist come outside the door and you"ll see what I"m after."
He led the way to the door of the shack and pointed to the north across a narrow stretch of country bounded on either hand by elevated land, and seamed along a straggling line running a little to one side of its centre by a thin strip of blue which, here and there, was entirely covered with snow. As for the landscape itself, it was difficult to tell its aspect exactly, in spite of the thaw, for snow lay deeply in most parts.
"Wall?" asked Hank curtly, looking about him and taking in every feature. "It"s the top end of the valley, I kin see that. Rails running north kin easily pa.s.s out, seeing that the two ridges on either side don"t run together. But they can"t cut off to right or left. Ef the rails comes along this way, why, in course they pa.s.ses right through this location."
"Along by the river," said Sam quickly. "Hank, it"s an easy rise all the way. The river ain"t got no current to speak of, which tells the tale easily. As to the rails coming along into the valley down south, why, that is almost certain, as sure as one can take it. Anyway, me and my mates agreed that it was more than likely, and so we arranged to take up holdings here. There"s four of us already, Claude and Jim and Joe makes seven, and come spring-time there"s nigh twenty more married men to join us."
"Wall?" asked Hank, not as yet clear as to what was Sam"s meaning.
"Where"s the difference between this and other settlements? You takes up land, and the rails come along. Good! Up goes the value of the land, as it aer sartin to do. You get a reward for foresight; after that, where"s the difference?"
Sam had evidently sought for the question, for he rubbed his hands together eagerly and gripped Hank"s sleeve.
"Jest here," he declared with enthusiasm. "Instead of some twenty of us starting to work our sections separately, and going mighty slow in consequence, we"re forming a corporation. Each man who takes land will pool money with the corporation. With that money we buy implements, horses, cattle, everything that"s needed. We divide our numbers into parties, and come the spring one of "em sets to work to build the shacks, another does the ploughing, while a third"ll get to at the irrigation channels."
"Ah!" gasped Hank. "This aer new."
"Sam worked the scheme out all alone," declared Mrs. Fennick, with energy, causing her lord and master to blush again.
"It sounds just splendid," cried Hank. "Wall? What more? I kin see that there"s an advantage in working ground on the corporation system.
If you"ve got the timber cut already, it stands to reason that ten men working on a shack can put it up more"n ten times quicker than one man all alone. If there"s twenty shacks wanted, ten men can put "em up heaps faster than twenty fellers working on their own. And irrigation too! That sounds fine; it"s doing well elsewhere."
Hank spoke but the truth there. A far-seeing Dominion Government and an all-powerful railway company have already seamed portions of Canada with ca.n.a.ls and ditches with which water is borne to lands. .h.i.therto useless. Their forethought has converted, and is fast converting, barren soil into country which in parts already bears smiling crops and happy homesteads. As for the corporate system, if the Dominion Government has not attempted that--and one must admit that it is a question more for individual settlers--it has at least other worthy schemes. A would-be settler can now sail for the Dominion, to find there a quarter section prepared for his coming, with the shack built, the well dug, and some forty acres broken and seeded. For this he pays a reasonably small sum down, and the rest by small instalments. Think of the huge advantage of such a system. In place of finding naked soil, and having first to build a shelter and then break the land, a settler finds a home in readiness and crops already sprouting. Then consider Sam Fennick"s proposition.
"It aer bound to go with a bang," declared Hank, pushing his skin cap to the back of his head and scratching his forehead. "It aer jest tremendous."
"It"ll work, I think," agreed Sam, with the natural modesty of the inventor of such a daring scheme. "Anyway, we"ve got the party together, and there"ll be money in abundance. Each man will own his own taking, and ef others come along and settle nigh us, why, we"re prepared to hire ourselves out ef there"s a call and we"ve the time.
As for implements, me and a few of them has talked it over, and come the spring there"ll be two steam agricultural motors up here, in which we kin burn wood. They"ll each do ploughing at three to four acres a day, and will draw the reapers and binders when it comes to harvesting.
There won"t be no need to wait for a threshing gang, "cos the tractors will drive the machine we shall buy. They kin do wood sawing too, and a hundred other things, besides hauling the stuff to market."
"Ah!" gasped Hank, for this was a proposition which rather took his breath away by its novelty and its possibilities. "But----"
"Yes?" asked Sam, bracing himself, as if to face any awkward questions the little hunter might fire off at him.
"There"s the winter," said Hank. "Your corporation comes to an end when the snow comes; you ain"t thought of that."
But Sam had; he wagged a knowing finger, while Mrs. Fennick giggled.
Indeed, it must be admitted that this c.o.c.kney settler, who had come from London and done so well in the Dominion, had proved himself more than astute. Perhaps he had thought the whole matter out during some past winter in Canada. In any case, he had been wonderfully close where his scheme was concerned, for never once had he more than hinted at it to Joe. However, the question of work in the winter had not escaped him.
"You listen here," he said, shaking Hank as if he were a dog. "Come wintertime east of the rockies things mostly closes down in Canada; even in the towns there ain"t too much work. There"s men wandering to and fro searching for jobs, whereas, most times and in most places, when there"s spring and summer, there"s more jobs than men."
"Guess that aer so," agreed Hank, sucking hard at his pipe.
"But there"s work in Canada that starts in the fall, and only then--eh?"
"Lumberin"," suggested Hank.
"Lumbering it aer," cried Sam, drawling the words. "Up there beyond the break through which the railway"ll pa.s.s, ef we"ve any luck, there"s land that"s heavily timbered. Wall, it"s part of the scheme. You kin get a timber concession from Government by paying so much on the logs you cut, and me and my mates has taken up a tidy piece of timber country. There"s a lake twenty miles and more north into which we can slide the logs, and there"s another jest at the head of the valley.
Way south there"s a quickish fall, with water in plenty, and ef all goes well, and we kin make enough dollars, why, we"ll start a mill there and saw our timber. The rails"ll be close by then, and will take "em on to market."
"My," cried Hank, "you"ve been moving!"
"We"re only beginning," said Sam. "But we starts out for a lumber camp soon as the frost comes, and there we"ll work till springtime. You axed what we was going to do in the winter. There"s the answer."
It must be confessed that Sam Fennick"s scheme was ambitious to the last degree. But then, if one a.n.a.lyses it, one can see the possibilities that Hank saw, for co-operative working is often enough wonderfully successful where the single individual fails. Again, in a country where labour is scarce, and profits often lessened because of the lack of labour at critical periods; where, in fact, a man who may have broken and sown his land with the greatest industry may see his crops rot in spite of his energy, simply and solely because of the lack of help to harvest them; there, in a case such as that, the co-operation of his fellows would be all in all to him. Indeed, with pooled labour, and a certain sum pooled by all the settlers with which to buy implements, it stands to reason that work could be done more cheaply, more expeditiously, and always at the proper season.
"It aer a grand proposition," declared Hank, when he had thoroughly considered the matter. "I kin see a big saving in more than one way, and one of "em"s this. Suppose there"s twenty settlers in the combine.
Wall, now, with ten ploughs and ten harrows and seeders you"ve tools to break the land. Supposing there warn"t a combine; each man has his own tools. They ain"t all in use together, so some of "em"s lying idle.