I cut him short. "I"ll find out about the current," I said. Then I threw away my hat, pitched my coat down on the sod and gathered up my bridle reins.
"Wait!" cried the hunchback. Then he turned to Jud. "Wash your face in the tub by the spout yonder, an" bring up your horse. Take Danel with you. Open Tolbert"s fence an" put the cattle in the grove. Then come back here. Quiller"s the lightest; he"s goin" to try the current."
Then he swung around and clucked to the mare. I spoke to El Mahdi and we rode down toward the river. On the bank Ump stopped and looked out across the water, deep, wide, muddy. Then he turned to me.
"Hadn"t you better ride the Bay Eagle?" he said. "She knows more in a minute than any horse that was ever born."
"What"s wrong with El Mahdi?" I said, piqued a little.
"He ain"t steady," responded the hunchback; "an" he knows more tricks than a meetin"-house rat. Sometimes he swims an" sometimes he don"t swim, an" you can"t tell till you git in."
"This," said I, "is a case of "have to." If he don"t like the top, there"s ground at the bottom." Then I kicked the false prophet in the flanks with my heels. The horse was standing on the edge of the sodded bank. When my heels struck him, he jumped as far as he could out into the river.
There was a great splash. The horse dropped like a stone, his legs stiff as ramrods, his neck doubled under and his back bowed. It was a bucking jump and meant going to the bottom. I felt the water rush up and close over my head.
I clamped my legs to the horse, held my breath, and went down in the saddle. I thought we should never reach the bottom of that river. The current tugged, trying to pull me loose and whirl me away. The horse under me felt like a millstone. The weight of water pressed like some tremendous thumb. Then we struck the rock bottom and began to come up.
The sensation changed. I seemed now to be thrust violently from below against a weight pressing on my head, as though I were being used by some force under me to drive the containing cork out of the bottle in which we were enclosed. I began to be troubled for breath, my head rang.
The distance seemed interminable. Then we popped up on the top of the river, and I filled with the blessed air to the very tips of my fingers.
The horse blew the water out of his nostrils and doubled his long legs.
I thought he was going down again, and, seizing the top of the saddle horn, I loosed my feet in the stirrups. If El Mahdi returned to the deeps of that river, he would go by himself.
He stretched out his grey neck, sank until the water came running over the saddle, and then began to swim with long, graceful strokes of his iron legs as though it were the easiest thing in the world.
CHAPTER XV
WHEN PROVIDENCE IS PAGAN
The strength of the current did not seem to be so powerful as I had judged it. However, its determination was difficult. The horse swam with great ease, but he was an extraordinary horse, with a capacity for doing with this apparent ease everything which it pleased him to attempt. I do not know whether this arose from the stirring of larger powers ordinarily latent, or whether the horse"s manner somehow concealed the amount of the effort. I think the former is more probable.
Half-way across the river, we were not more than twenty yards down-stream from the ferry landing. Ump shouted to turn down into the eddy, and I swung El Mahdi around. A dozen long strokes brought us into the almost quiet water of the great rim to this circle, a circle that was a hundred yards in diameter, in which the water moved from the circ.u.mference to the centre with a velocity increasing with the contracting of its...o...b..t, from almost dead water in its rim to a whirling eddy in its centre.
I pulled El Mahdi up and let him drift with the motion of the water. We swung slowly around the circle, moving inward so gently that our progress was almost imperceptible.
The panic of men carried out in flood water can be easily understood.
The activity of any power is very apt to alarm when that power is controlled by no intelligence. It is the unthinking nature of the force that strikes the terror. Death and the dark would lose much if they lost this attribute. The water bubbled over the saddle. The horse drifted like a chip. To my eyes, a few feet above this flood, the water seemed to lift on all sides, not unlike the sloping rim of some enormous yellow dish, in which I was moving gradually to the centre.
If I should strike out toward the sh.o.r.e, we should be swimming up-hill, while the current turning inward was apparently travelling down. This delusion of grade is well known to the swimmer. It is the chiefest terror of great water. Expert swimmers floating easily in flood water have been observed to turn over suddenly, throw up their arms, and go down. This is probably panic caused by believing themselves caught in the vortex of a cone, from which there seems no escape, except by the impossible one of swimming up to its rim, rising on all sides to the sky.
In a few minutes El Mahdi was in the centre of the eddy, carried by a current growing always stronger. In this centre the water boiled, but it was for the most part because of a lashing of surface currents. There seemed to be no heavy twist of the deep water into anything like a dangerous whirlpool. Still there was a pull, a tugging of the current to a centre. Again I was unable to estimate the power of this drag, as it was impossible to estimate how much resistance was being offered by the horse.
In the vortex of the eddy the delusion of the vast cone was more p.r.o.nounced. It was one of the dangerous elements to be considered. I observed the horse closely to determine, if possible, whether he possessed this delusion. If he did, there was not the slightest evidence of it. He seemed to swim on the wide river with the indifference of floating timber, his head lying flat, and the yellow waves slipping over him to my waist. The sun beat into this mighty dish. Sometimes, when it caught the water at a proper angle, I was blinded and closed my eyes.
Neither of these things seemed to give El Mahdi the slightest annoyance.
I heard Ump shout and turned the horse toward the south sh.o.r.e. He swam straight out of the eddy with that same mysterious ease that characterised every effort of this eccentric animal, and headed for the bank of the river on the line of a bee. He struck the current beyond the dead water, turned a little up stream and came out on the sod not a hundred paces below the ferry. Both Ump and Jud rode down to meet me.
El Mahdi shook the clinging water from his hide and resumed his att.i.tude of careless indifference.
"Great fathers!" exclaimed Jud, looking the horse over, "you ain"t turned a hair on him. He ain"t even blowed. It must be easy swimmin"."
"Don"t fool yourself," said the hunchback. "You can"t depend on that horse. He"d let on it was easy if it busted a girt."
"It was easy for him," I said, rising to the defence.
"Ho, ho," said Ump, "I wouldn"t think you"d be throwin" bokays after that duckin". I saw him. It wasn"t so killin" easy."
"It couldn"t be so bad," said Jud; "the horse ain"t a bit winded."
"Laddiebuck," cried the hunchback, "you"ll see before you get through.
That current"s bad."
I turned around in the saddle. "Then you"re not going to put them in?" I said.
"d.a.m.n it!" said the hunchback, "we"ve got to put "em in."
"Don"t you think we"ll get them over all right?" said I, bidding for the consolation of hope.
"G.o.d knows," answered the hunchback.
"It"ll be the toughest sleddin" that we ever went up against." Then he turned his mare and rode back to the house of the ferrymen, and we followed him.
Ump stopped at the door and called to the old woman. "Granny," he said, "set us out a bite." Then he climbed down from the Bay Eagle, one leg at a time, as a spider might have done.
"Quiller," he called to me, "pull off your saddle, an" let Jud feed that long-legged son of a seacook. He"ll float better with a full belly."
Jud dismounted from the Cardinal. "When does the dippin" begin?" he said. "Mornin" or afternoon service?"
The hunchback squinted at the sun. "It"s eleven o"clock now," he answered. "In an hour we"ll lock horns with Hawk Rufe an" h.e.l.l an" high water, an" the devil keeps what he gits."
Jud took off the saddles and fed the horses sh.e.l.led corn in the gra.s.s before the door, and after the frugal dinner we waited for an hour. The hunchback was a good general. When he went out to the desperate sally he would go with fresh men and fresh horses. I spent that hour on my back.
Across the road under the chestnut trees the black cattle rested in the shade, gathering strength for the long swim. On the sod before the door the horses rolled, turning entirely over with their feet in the air. Jud lay with his legs stretched out, his back to the earth, and his huge arms folded across his face.
Ump sat doubled up on the skirt of his saddle, his elbows in his lap, his long fingers linked together, and the s.h.a.ggy hair straggling across his face. He was the king of the crooked men, planning his battle with the river while his lieutenants slept with their bellies to the sun.
I was moving in some swift dream when the stamping of the horses waked me and I jumped up. Jud was tightening the girth on El Mahdi. The Cardinal stood beside him bridled and saddled. Ump was sitting on the Bay Eagle, his coat and hat off, giving some order to the ferrymen who were starting to bring up the cattle. The hunchback was saving every breath of his horses. He looked like some dwarfish general of old times.
I climbed up on El Mahdi bareheaded, in my shirt sleeves, as I had ridden him before. Jud took off his coat and hat and threw them away.
Then he pulled off his shirt, tied it in a knot to the saddle-ring, tightened the belt of his breeches, and got on his horse naked to the waist. It was the order of the hunchback.
"Throw "em away," he said; "a breath in your horse will be worth all the duds you can git in a cart."
Danel and Mart laid down the fence and brought the cattle into the common by the ferry. Directed by the hunchback they moved the leaders of the drove around to the ferry landing. The great body of the cattle filled the open behind the house. The six hundred black muleys made the arc of a tremendous circle, swinging from the ferry landing around to the road. It was impossible to get farther up the river on this side because of a dense beech thicket running for a quarter of a mile above the open.
It was our plan to put the cattle in at the highest point, a few at a time, and thereby establish a continuous line across the river. If we could hold this line in a reasonable loop, we might hope to get over. If it broke and the cattle drifted down-stream we would probably never be able to get them out.