"The log tallies?"
"Yes; keep count and measure the logs that go by the slide."
It flashed upon me that I had pa.s.sed the slide or declivity on the hillside, where logs were slipped down into the valley, and I inferred that Johnson"s business was cutting timber for the mill.
"But you"re rather young for all this work," I suggested.
"I"m goin" on sixteen," she said gravely.
Indeed, for the matter of that, she might have been any age. Her face, on which sunburn took the place of complexion, was already hard and set.
But on a nearer view I was struck with the fact that her eyes, which were not large, were almost indistinguishable from the presence of the most singular eyelashes I had ever seen. Intensely black, intensely thick, and even tangled in their profusion, they bristled rather than fringed her eyelids, obliterating everything but the shining black pupils beneath, which were like certain l.u.s.trous hairy mountain berries.
It was this woodland suggestion that seemed to uncannily connect her with the locality. I went on playfully:--
"That"s not VERY old--but tell me--does your father, or DID your father, ever speak of you as his "old woman?""
She nodded. "Then you thought I was mar?" she said, smiling.
It was such a relief to see her worn face relax its expression of pathetic gravity--although this operation quite buried her eyes in their black thickest hedge again--that I continued cheerfully: "It wasn"t much of a mistake, considering all you do for the house and family."
"Then you didn"t tell Billy "to go and be dead in the ground with mar,"
as he "lows you did?" she said half suspiciously, yet trembling on the edge of a smile.
No, I had not, but I admitted that my asking him to go to his mother might have been open to this dismal construction by a sensitive infant mind. She seemed mollified, and again turned to go.
"Good-night, Miss--you know your father didn"t tell me your real name,"
I said.
"Karline!"
"Good-night, Miss Karline."
I held out my hand.
She looked at it and then at me through her intricate eyelashes. Then she struck it aside briskly, but not unkindly, said "Quit foolin", now,"
as she might have said to one of the children, and disappeared through the inner door. Not knowing whether to be amused or indignant, I remained silent a moment. Then I took a turn outside in the increasing darkness, listened to the now hurrying wind over the tree-tops, re-entered the cabin, closed the door, and went to bed.
But not to sleep. Perhaps the responsibility towards these solitary children, which Johnson had so lightly shaken off, devolved upon me as I lay there, for I found myself imagining a dozen emergencies of their unprotected state, with which the elder girl could scarcely grapple.
There was little to fear from depredatory man or beast--desperadoes of the mountain trail never stooped to ign.o.ble burglary, bear or panther seldom approached a cabin--but there was the chance of sudden illness, fire, the accidents that beset childhood, to say nothing of the narrowing moral and mental effect of their isolation at that tender age.
It was scandalous in Johnson to leave them alone.
In the silence I found I could hear quite distinctly the sound of their voices in the extension, and it was evident that Caroline was putting them to bed. Suddenly a voice was uplifted--her own! She began to sing and the others to join her. It was the repet.i.tion of a single verse of a well-known lugubrious negro melody. "All the world am sad and dreary," wailed Caroline, in a high head-note, "everywhere I roam." "Oh, darkieth," lisped the younger girl in response, "how my heart growth weary, far from the old folkth at h-o-o-me." This was repeated two or three times before the others seemed to get the full swing of it, and then the lines rose and fell sadly and monotonously in the darkness. I don"t know why, but I at once got the impression that those motherless little creatures were under a vague belief that their performance was devotional, and was really filling the place of an evening hymn. A brief and indistinct kind of recitation, followed by a dead silence, broken only by the slow creaking of new timber, as if the house were stretching itself to sleep too, confirmed my impression. Then all became quiet again.
But I was more wide awake than before. Finally I rose, dressed myself, and dragging my stool to the fire, took a book from my knapsack, and by the light of a guttering candle, which I discovered in a bottle in the corner of the hearth, began to read. Presently I fell into a doze.
How long I slept I could not tell, for it seemed to me that a dreamy consciousness of a dog barking at last forced itself upon me so strongly that I awoke. The barking appeared to come from behind the cabin in the direction of the clearing where I had tethered Chu Chu. I opened the door hurriedly, ran round the cabin towards the hollow, and was almost at once met by the bulk of the frightened Chu Chu, plunging out of the darkness towards me, kept only in check by her reata in the hand of a blanketed shape slowly advancing with a gun over its shoulder out of the hollow. Before I had time to recover from my astonishment I was thrown into greater confusion by recognizing the shape as none other than Caroline!
Without the least embarra.s.sment or even self-consciousness of her appearance, she tossed the end of the reata to me with the curtest explanation as she pa.s.sed by. Some prowling bear or catamount had frightened the mule. I had better tether it before the cabin away from the wind.
"But I thought wild beasts never came so near," I said quickly.
"Mule meat"s mighty temptin"," said the girl sententiously and pa.s.sed on. I wanted to thank her; I wanted to say how sorry I was that she had been disturbed; I wanted to compliment her on her quiet midnight courage, and yet warn her against recklessness; I wanted to know whether she had been accustomed to such alarms; and if the gun she carried was really a necessity. But I could only respect her reticence, and I was turning away when I was struck by a more inexplicable spectacle. As she neared the end of the extension I distinctly saw the tall figure of a man, moving with a certain diffidence and hesitation that did not, however, suggest any intention of concealment, among the trees; the girl apparently saw him at the same moment and slightly slackened her pace.
Not more than a dozen feet separated them. He said something that was inaudible to my ears,--but whether from his hesitation or the distance I could not determine. There was no such uncertainty in her reply, however, which was given in her usual curt fashion: "All right. You can trapse along home now and turn in."
She turned the corner of the extension and disappeared. The tall figure of the man wavered hesitatingly for a moment, and then vanished also.
But I was too much excited by curiosity to accept this unsatisfactory conclusion, and, hastily picketing Chu Chu a few rods from the front door, I ran after him, with an instinctive feeling that he had not gone far. I was right. A few paces distant he had halted in the same dubious, lingering way. "Hallo!" I said.
He turned towards me in the like awkward fashion, but with neither astonishment nor concern.
"Come up and take a drink with me before you go," I said, "if you"re not in a hurry. I"m alone here, and since I HAVE turned out I don"t see why we mightn"t have a smoke and a talk together."
"I dursn"t."
I looked up at the six feet of strength before me and repeated wonderingly, "Dare not?"
"SHE wouldn"t like it." He made a movement with his right shoulder towards the extension.
"Who?"
"Miss Karline."
"Nonsense!" I said. "She isn"t in the cabin,--you won"t see HER. Come along." He hesitated, although from what I could discern of his bearded face it was weakly smiling.
"Come."
He obeyed, following me not unlike Chu Chu, I fancied, with the same sense of superior size and strength and a slight whitening of the eye, as if ready to shy at any moment. At the door he "backed." Then he entered sideways. I noticed that he cleared the doorway at the top and the sides only by a hair"s breadth.
By the light of the fire I could see that, in spite of his full first growth of beard, he was young,--even younger than myself,--and that he was by no means bad-looking. As he still showed signs of retreating at any moment, I took my flask and tobacco from my saddle-bags, handed them to him, pointed to the stool, and sat down myself upon the bed.
"You live near here?"
"Yes," he said a little abstractedly, as if listening for some interruption, "at Ten Mile Crossing."
"Why, that"s two miles away."
"I reckon."
"Then you don"t live here--on the clearing?"
"No. I b"long to the mill at "Ten Mile.""
"You were on your way home?"
"No," he hesitated, looking at his pipe; "I kinder meander round here at this time, when Johnson"s away, to see if everything"s goin" straight."
"I see--you"re a friend of the family."
""Deed no!" He stopped, laughed, looked confused, and added, apparently to his pipe, "That is, a sorter friend. Not much. SHE"--he lowered his voice as if that potential personality filled the whole cabin--"wouldn"t like it."
"Then at night, when Johnson"s away, you do sentry duty round the house?"