"And we have far more extensive strawberry beds, sir, than I ever saw in Ireland," said Robert, with a twinkle of his eyes. "I"m thinking of turning in the pigs to eat a few pailfuls; they are quite a drug for abundance."
"A raspberry tart!" exclaimed Linda, "and custards! Why, Bob!"
"Would you like to know a secret?"--followed by a whisper.
"Nonsense! not you!"
They seemed to have other secrets to tell by and by, which required the open air. The eleven months last gone past had brought many changes to both. And there they walked to and fro on the margin of the forest, until the moon"s silver wheel rolled up over the dusk trees, and lit Cedar Creek gloriously.
"What pure and transparent air!" exclaimed Linda, coming back to the present from the past. "Is your moonlight always laden with that sweet aromatic odour?"
"Don"t you recognise balm of Gilead? Your greenhouse and garden plant is a weed here. Our pines also help in the fragrance you perceive."
"Robert, I know that the red patches burning steadily yonder are the stumps you showed me; but the half circular rings of fire, I don"t understand them."
"The n.i.g.g.e.rs round the trunks of some trees," explained Robert. "That"s a means we use for burning through timber, and so saving axe-work. Do you notice the moving light in the distance, on the lake? It comes from a pine-torch fixed in the bow of a canoe, by which an Indian is spearing fish."
"Oh, have you Indians here? how delightful! I have always so longed to see a real live red man. Are they at all like Uncas and Chingachgook? I shall pay them a visit first thing in the morning."
"You"ll be visited yourself, I imagine;" and Robert laughed. "You don"t know the sensation your arrival has caused."
CHAPTER x.x.x.
VISITORS AND VISITED.
And next day Mrs. and Miss Wynn had indeed visitors. Up from the "Corner" trundled Mrs. Zack Bunting on the ox-sled, accompanied by her son Nimrod, and by her daughter Almeria; and truly, but for the honour of bringing a vehicle, it had been better for her personal comfort to have left it at home. Dressed in the utmost finery they could command, and which had done duty on all festive occasions for years back, they lumbered up to the front door, where Linda was doing some work in the flower-beds.
"Good morning, Miss. Is your ma to hum?" said Mrs. Zack, bestowing a stare on her from head to foot. "I"m Miss Bunting, as you may have heerd Robert speak on. This young lady is my daughter Almeria; I guess you"re older than her, though she"s a good spell taller. Nim, call that boy to mind the oxen while you come in, or I"ve a notion they"ll be makin" free with Miss"s flowers here."
The boy was George Wynn, who came up slowly and superciliously in answer to Nim"s shout, and utterly declined to take charge of the team, intimating his opinion that it was very good employment for "swallow-tail" himself. Which remark alluded to the coat worn by Mr.
Nimrod--a vesture of blue, with bra.s.s b.u.t.tons, rendered further striking by loose nankeen continuations, and a green cravat.
How insignificant was gentle Mrs. Wynn beside the Yankee woman"s portly presence! How trifling her low voice in answer to the shrill questioning! Linda cast herself into the breach (metaphorically), and directed the catechism upon herself. As for the young lady Almeria, she was quite satisfied to sit and stare with unwinking black eyes, occasionally hitching up her blue silk cape by a shrug of shoulder, or tapping the back of her faded pink bonnet against the wall, to push it on her head. Nim entered the room presently, and perched himself on the edge of a stool; but his silent stare was confined to Linda"s face, now flushed prettily through the clear skin with a mixture of anger and amus.e.m.e.nt.
"I guess now, that"s the latest Europe fashion in yer gown?" taking up the hem of the skirt for closer inspection. "Half-a-dollar a yard "twould be in Bytown, I reckon; but it"s too fine for a settler"s wife, Miss. You"ve come to the right market for a husband, I guess; gals is scarce in Gazelle township," with a knowing smile. The crimson mounted to Linda"s brow, under the conjoint influence of Nimrod"s stare and also of the entrance of another person, Sam Holt, who had come with the party yesterday from Mapleton.
But in two minutes he had quietly turned the conversation, and repressed, as much as it was in man"s power to do, Mrs. Bunting"s interrogative propensities.
"That"s a washy, good-for-nothin" woman, that Mis" Wynn," was the visitor"s judgment, as she departed in state on the ox-sled. "The young un"s spryer; but I"d like to be waitin" till they"d ha" the house clar"d up between "em, wouldn"t I? Did you see that hired help o" theirn, Almeria?"
"Yes, ma, an Irish girl, I guess. She was a-top o" the waggon yesterday."
"So our Libby hain"t no chance o" bein" took, "less this young un should grow c.o.c.kish, as "most all Britisher helps does, when they gets a taste o" liberty. Wal, now, but I"d like to know what business them ladies has--for they"re rael, an" no mistake, very different from Mis" Davidson, with her hands like graters an" her v"ice like a loon"s so loud an"
hard--an" you may know the rael ladies by the soft hand an" the aisy v"ice."
Almeria rubbed her own knuckles, seeking for the symptom of gentle blood.
"What business has they," continued Mrs. Zack, "away down here in the bush? I guess they couldn"t wash a tub o" clothes or fix a dinner for the men."
"But they hadn"t need to," put Miss Almeria, out of sorts at finding her hand rough as a rasp. "They"ve helps, an" needn"t never look at a tub."
Which circ.u.mstance apparently set her in a sulk for the next mile.
Although Mrs. Davidson was failing in some ladylike requirements, as the storekeeper"s wife had indicated, and also came to visit her new neighbour in a homespun suit, the very antipodes of Mrs. Zack"s attire of many colours, yet her loud cheery voice and sensible face--with a possible friendship in it--were exceedingly pleasing, in contrast with the first visitor"s nasal tw.a.n.g and "smart" demeanour. Mrs. Wynn would like to see her often; but the Scotchwoman was thrifty and hardworking, with a large family to provide for: she could not afford to pay visits, and scarcely to receive them.
"I wadna ha" come down the day, but thinkin" mayhap ye wad be wantin"
help o" some sort; an" if there"s anything we could do--Sandy or me and the lads--just send your lad rinnin" up; we"ll be glad eneugh. Sabbath, may be, I"d ha" time to tak" a stroll down: ye ken there"s na kirk."
Ah, it was one of Mrs. Wynn"s greatest troubles in coming to the bush that there were no public means of grace, and that no sound of the church-going bell was ever heard in these solitudes.
Late in the afternoon Linda was able to find Robert, and bring him with her towards the Indian encampment. Sam Holt joined them.
"Now for my first introduction into savage life: I hope I shan"t be disappointed."
"Unreasonable expectations always are," observed Mr. Holt. "Don"t expect to find Fenimore Cooper"s model Indians. But I believe them in the main to be a fine people, honest and truthful where "civilisation" has not corrupted them."
"Is it not dreadful that the first effect of European contact with original races everywhere should be destructive?" said Linda; "even of the English, who have the gospel!"
"Yes: how sad that they who bear Christ"s name should dishonour Him and thwart His cause among men, by practical disregard of His precepts!
I shouldn"t wonder if the red man hated the white man with a deadly hatred; for to him is owing the demoralization and extinction of a n.o.ble race--if it were by no other means than the introduction of the "fire-water," which has proved such a curse."
"I have heard," said Robert, "that in the Indian languages there are no words which could be employed in swearing; and the native must have recourse to the tongue of his conquerors if he would thus sin."
"And has no effort been made to Christianize them?" asked Linda.
"I have visited the Manitoulin Island in Lake Huron," said Mr. Holt, "where the remains of several Indian tribes have been collected by Sir Francis Head, with a view to their civilisation; and I can hardly say that the experiment impressed me favourably. It is the largest fresh-water island in the world, more than a hundred miles long, and serves as a fine roomy cage for the aborigines, who support themselves by hunting, fishing, and a little agriculture, and receive those luxuries which to us are necessaries, such as blankets and clothes, as annual presents from Government. They seemed miserably depressed and stolid; but the schools are well attended, and we may indulge some hope about the rising generation."
"They seem too apathetic to improve," said Robert.
"Still, it is our duty to work, however unpromising the material. I was pleased with a service which I attended in one of their log-schoolhouses.
Nothing could be more devout than the demeanour of the Indians; the women"s sweet plaintive hymns haunted me for a long while."
"That"s curious; for in their wild state I can"t make out that they sing at all," remarked Robert. "The noise they call music is far more like the growling of beasts; and their only instruments, that I have ever seen, is a sort of drum with one head."
"Hush, here are some of them," said Linda.
In a glade of the forest two young girls were cutting wood, wielding hatchets as though well accustomed to their use, and displaying finely formed arms at every movement. For, as a general rule, the hardworking Indian woman is more strongly developed in proportion than her lazy lord. Lounging against a pine close by, was a tall, slender young man, attired in a buffalo skin cloak, of which the head and fore-legs portion hung down with a ragged effect; from under his arm projected an ornamented pipe.
"I think he might work, and the ladies look on," observed Linda.
She could hardly repress an exclamation as he turned his face towards her. Round his eyes were traced two yellow circles, and his mouth was enclosed by a parenthesis of vermilion; an arabesque pattern adorned each dusky cheek.
"Isn"t he a brilliant fellow?" whispered Robert. "A lover, you may be certain, who has attired himself thus to come out here and display his painted face to these girls."
"But he does not appear to speak a single word to them."