"Try to climb up the line," suggested Jimmy, the idea striking him as a bright one. "Just climb up, and when you get up here where I can reach you I"ll pull you over."
Bobby tried the experiment, but the line was oily, and in spite of his best efforts he could climb only a little way, when he would slide back again.
"I can"t do it," he shouted up to Jimmy, after several vain efforts.
"The line is too greasy. I can"t get a good hold."
"I don"t know what to do!" said the distressed Jimmy. "I don"t know what to do!"
"If you can"t pull me up, let me down," directed Bobby.
[Ill.u.s.tration: "Hurry, Jimmy. I can"t hang here much longer. I"m getting all numb"]
"That won"t do any good," said Jimmy. "You"ll only go into the water and drown, for there"s no place for you to stand."
"Well," Bobby insisted, "let me down nearer the water. I feel all the time as though the line was going to break, and I"m so high up from it that it makes me dizzy swinging around this way."
"Holler when you want me to stop," shouted Jimmy, rising and running back.
But Jimmy found that after all he could let Bobby down only a very little way when he came to the end of the line. So he fastened it again.
"That"s as far as it will go!" he called, lying down on his face again to look over the cliff at Bobby, who was now about twenty feet above the water.
"Then go and get the boat and fetch it down," shouted Bobby. "Hurry, Jimmy. I can"t hang here much longer. I"m getting all numb."
That was a solution of the difficulty that had not occurred to Jimmy, and without delay he ran away along the cliff top and down to the skiff, which was lying a half mile above, and, undoing the painter, rowed with all his might toward Bobby, until presently he drew up directly beneath the swinging lad.
"Can you unfasten the line and drop into the boat, Bobby?" he asked, gazing up.
"No," decided Bobby, glancing at the skiff, which rose and fell on the swell, and which Jimmy was holding dangerously near the breaking waves on the cliff base. "I might hit the boat but I"d break my neck, and maybe tip you over. Stand her off a little, and I"ll show you."
He felt in his pocket for his jackknife, drew it out and opened it. Then with his left hand he succeeded, after several attempts, in lifting himself sufficiently to relieve the strain of his body, and with the jackknife in his right hand cut the line where it circled his body below the arms.
Hanging now by his left hand he deliberately and coolly closed the knife by pushing the back of the blade against his leg, and restored it to his pocket. This done he grasped the line with his right hand just above the bowline knot, where he had a firm hold, slipped his other hand down to it, and began swinging in toward the cliff and out over the waves, and then on an outward swing, let go. Down he went, well away from the rocks, feet first into the deep water, and, a moment later, appearing on the surface, swam to the skiff, grasped it astern, and climbed aboard, shivering from his icy bath.
"Oh, Bobby, you"re a wonder!" exclaimed Jimmy. "I never would have thought of that way of your getting off that line!"
""Twasn"t anything," declared Bobby, deprecatingly, as he seated himself and picked up his oars. "Now let"s pull back where we can put on a fire.
I"m freezing cold."
"I was scared when I found I couldn"t pull you up," said Jimmy, as they rowed back to the gully. "Wasn"t you?"
"No, I wasn"t scared," boasted Bobby. "I was just getting cold and numb. The worst of it is I had to drop my bag with all the eggs I picked off the cliff. I had some dandies, too! Two of them were the prettiest eggs I _ever_ saw--real small at one end and big at the other, and all colored and marked and spotted up. They were different from any eggs I ever saw, too."
"Did you find "em together, or separate?"
"Found "em separate, on different ledges."
"I know what _they_ were! They were murre eggs. Murre eggs are different from any other kind. They"ve got more colors and marks on "em. Partner found some last year."
"There were some murres down on the water, but I never thought they"d go up to lay their eggs in places like that. The eggs were right on the bare rock, and weren"t in a nest at all, and if it wasn"t for their shape they"d have rolled off."
"It"s a strange place for any bird to leave eggs, but that"s where the kittiwakes, auks and swimmers and some of the gulls and lots of birds make nests and lay eggs. I suppose it"s so as to make it hard to find them when folks go egging. Partner tells me lots, and I ask lots of questions, because he says the more I know about the way birds and animals live and the things they do, the better I"ll be able to hunt and take care of myself."
In spite of his exertion at the oars, Bobby"s teeth were chattering when they landed at the place where they had cooked their dinner. But it was not long before Jimmy had a roaring fire and the kettle over for some hot tea, and then, leaving Bobby to dry his clothes, Jimmy climbed up again over the cliff to recover Abel"s harpoon line, which was much too valuable to be left behind.
At this season of the year the days are long in Labrador, and though it was nearly eleven o"clock at night when the boys reached home, it was still twilight. Mrs. Abel was on the lookout for them, and had a fine pan of fried trout and steaming pot of tea waiting on the table, for she knew they would be hungry, as boys who live in the open always are. And she praised them for the fine lot of eggs they brought her, and laughed very heartily over Bobby"s adventure, for in that land adventure is a part of life, and all in a day"s work.
CHAPTER VI
WITH Pa.s.sING YEARS
Bobby"s adventure on the cliff was, after all, but typical of the adventures that he was regularly getting into, and drawing Jimmy into, but somehow coming out of unscathed, during these years of his career.
Though he was nearly four years Jimmy"s junior, he was invariably the instigator of their escapades.
Jimmy was inclined to cautiousness, while Bobby had a reckless turn, or rather failed to see danger. Bobby was naturally a leader, and in spite of his youth Jimmy instinctively recognized him as such. He could always overcome Jimmy"s scruples and cautions, and with ease and celerity lead Jimmy from one sc.r.a.pe into another.
But Bobby invariably kept a cool head. He had a steady brain and nerve and the faculty of quick thought and prompt decision, with a practical turn of mind. If he got Jimmy and himself into a sc.r.a.pe, he usually got them out of it again not much the worse for their experience.
Jimmy was imaginative and emotional, and when they were in peril he could see only the peril, and picture the possible dire results. Bobby, on the other hand, concentrated his attention upon some practical method by which they might extricate themselves, losing sight, seemingly, of what the result might be should they fail to do so.
Bobby had doubtless inherited from his unknown ancestors the peculiar mental qualities that made him a leader. From Abel he had absorbed the Eskimo"s apparent contempt of danger. Abel, like all Eskimos, was a fatalist. If he was caught in a perilous position he believed that if the worst came it would be because it was to be. If he escaped unharmed, so it was to be. Therefore why be excited? Bobby had as completely accepted this creed as though he, too, were an Eskimo, for his life and training with Abel was the life and training of an Eskimo boy.
And so the years pa.s.sed, and Bobby grew into a tall, square-shouldered, alert, handsome, self-reliant youth. He was in nearly every respect, save the color of his skin and the shade of his hair, an Eskimo. He spoke the language like an Eskimo born, his tastes and his life were Eskimo, his ambition to be a great hunter--the greatest ambition of his life--was the ambition of an Eskimo, and he bore the hardships, which to him were no hardships at all, like an Eskimo. He was much more an Eskimo, indeed, than the native half-breeds of the coast farther south.
In one respect, however, Bobby was highly civilized. He was a great reader and an exceptional student. Skipper Ed had seen to this with singleness of purpose.
To him and Jimmy study was recreation. Mathematical problems were interesting to them, just as the solution of puzzles interests the boy in civilization. Just as the boy in civilization will work for hours upon the solution of a mechanical puzzle, they worked upon problems in arithmetic and geometry, and with the same gusto. They studied grammatical construction much as they studied the tracks and the habits of wild animals. They read the books in Skipper Ed"s library with the feelings and sensations of explorers. In the first reading they were going through an unknown forest, and with each successive reading they were retracing their steps and exploring the trail in minute detail and becoming thoroughly acquainted with the surrounding country.
This may seem very improbable and unnatural to the boy whose studies are enforced and, because they are compulsory, appeal to him as tedious duties which he must perform. But nevertheless it was very natural.
Human nature is obstinate and contrary. Tom Sawyer"s friends derived much pleasure from whitewashing the fence, and even paid for the privilege. Had their parents set them to whitewashing fences they would have found it irksome work, and anything but play.
Bobby, indeed, had developed two distinct personalities. In his every-day living he was decidedly an Eskimo; but of long winter evenings, reading or studying Skipper Ed"s books, at home in Abel"s cabin, or in one of the easy chairs in Skipper Ed"s cabin, when Skipper Ed explained to him and Jimmy the things they read, Bobby was as far removed from his Eskimo personality as could be.
Abel and Mrs. Abel never wavered in their belief that G.o.d had sent Bobby to them from the Far Beyond, through the place where mists and storms were born. They believed he had been sent to them direct from heaven.
But Bobby was very human, indeed. No one other than Abel and Mrs. Abel would ever have ascribed to him angelic origin, and as he developed it must have caused a long stretch of even their imagination to continue the fiction. There was nothing ethereal about Bobby. His big, husky frame, his abounding and never-failing appet.i.te, and his high spirits, were very substantial indeed.
And as Bobby grew, and more and more took part in the bigger things of life, his adventures grew from the smaller adventures of the boy to the greater ones of the man.
In this wild land no one knows when he will be called upon to meet adventure. The sea winds breathe it, it stalks boldly over the bleak wastes of the barrens, and in the dark and mysterious fastnesses of the forest it crouches, always ready for its chance to spring forward and meet you unawares. Adventure, ay, and grave danger too, are wont to show themselves unexpectedly. And so, one winter"s evening, they came to Skipper Ed and Bobby and Jimmy.
CHAPTER VII