"It matters much," he answered, "whether it was kindness or curiosity that led him out of the road. But he that follows a fool hath much need of wisdom, for if he save the fool do ye not see that he hath encouraged folly?"
Of course I had then no proper understanding of the chiefs counsel, nor do I pretend even to remember it from that first telling, but the tale was told frequently in the course of my long acquaintance with Uncle Eb.
The diary of my good old friend lies before me as I write, the leaves turned yellow and the entries dim. I remember how stern he grew of an evening when he took out this sacred little record of our wanderings and began to write in it with his stub of a pencil. He wrote slowly and read and reread each entry with great care as I held the torch for him. "Be still, boy--be still," he would say when some pressing interrogatory pa.s.sed my lips, and then he would bend to his work while the point of his pencil bored further into my patience. Beginning here I shall quote a few entries from the diary as they cover, with sufficient detail, an uneventful period of our journey.
AUGUST 20 Killed a partridge today. Biled it in the teapot for dinner.
Went good. 14 mild.
AUGUST 21 Seen a deer this morning. Fred fit ag"in. Come near spilin"
the wagon. Hed to stop and fix the ex. 10 mild.
AUGUST 22 Clumb a tree this morning after wild grapes. Come near falling. Gin me a little crick in the back. Willie hes got a stun bruze.
12 mild.
AUGUST 23 Went in swinmun. Ketched a few fish before breakfus". Got provisions an" two case knives an" one fork, also one tin pie-plate.
Used same to fry fish for dinner. 14 mild.
AUGUST 24 Got some spirits for Willie to rub on my back. Boots wearing out. Terrible hot. Lay in the shade in the heat of the day. Gypsies come an" camped by us tonight. 10 mild.
I remember well the coming of those gypsies. We were fishing in sight of the road and our fire was crackling on the smooth cropped sh.o.r.e. The big wagons of the gypsies--there were four of them as red and beautiful as those of a circus caravan--halted about sundown while the men came over a moment to scan the field. Presently they went back and turned their wagons into the siding and began to unhitch. Then a lot of barefooted children, and women under gay shawls, overran the field gathering wood and making ready for night. Meanwhile swarthy drivers took the horses to water and tethered them with long ropes so they could crop the gra.s.s of the roadside.
One tall, bony man, with a face almost as black as that of an Indian, brought a big iron pot and set it up near the water. A big stew of beef bone, leeks and potatoes began to cook shortly, and I remember it had such a goodly smell I was minded to ask them for a taste of it. A little city of strange people had surrounded us of a sudden. Uncle Eb thought of going on, but the night was coming fast and there would be no moon and we were footsore and hungry. Women and children came over to our fire, after supper, and made more of me than I liked. I remember taking refuge between the knees of Uncle Eb, and Fred sat close in front of us growling fiercely when they came too near. They stood about, looking down at us and whispered together, and one young miss of the tribe came up and tried to kiss me in spite of Fred"s warnings: She had flashing black eyes and hair as dark as the night, that fell in a curling ma.s.s upon her shoulders; but, somehow, I had a mighty fear of her and fought with desperation to keep my face from the touch of her red lips. Uncle Eb laughed and held Fred by the collar, and I began to cry out in terror, presently, when, to my great relief, she let go and ran away to her own people. They all went away to their wagons, save one young man, who was tall with light hair and a fair skin, and who looked like none of the other gypsies.
"Take care of yourself," he whispered, as soon as the rest had gone.
"These are bad people. You"d better be off."
The young man left us and Uncle Eb began to pack up at once. They were going to bed in their wagons when we came away. I stood in the basket and Fred drew the wagon that had in it only a few bundles. A mile or more further on we came to a lonely, deserted cabin close to the road.
It had began to thunder in the distance and the wind was blowing damp.
"Guess n.o.body lives here," said Uncle Eb as he turned in at the sagging gate and began to cross the little patch of weeds and hollyhocks behind it "Door"s half down, but I guess it"ll de better"n no house. Goin" t"
rain sartin."
I was nodding a little about then, I remember; but I was wide awake when he took me out of the basket The old house stood on a high hill, and we could see the stars of heaven through the ruined door and one of the back windows. Uncle Eb lifted the leaning door a little and shoved it aside. We heard then a quick stir in the old house--a loud and ghostly rattle it seems now as I think of it--like that made by linen shaking on the line. Uncle Eb took a step backward as if it had startled him.
"Guess it"s nuthin" to be "fraid of;" he said, feeling in the pet of his coat He had struck a match in a moment. By its flickering light I could see only a bit of rubbish on the floor.
"Full o" white owls," said he, stepping inside, where the rustling was now continuous. "They"ll do us no harm."
I could see them now flying about under the low ceiling. Uncle Eb gathered an gathered an armful of gra.s.s and clover, in the near field, and spread it in a corner well away from the ruined door and windows.
Covered with our blanket it made a fairly comfortable bed. Soon as we had lain down, the rain began to rattle on the shaky roof and flashes of lightning lit every corner of the old room.
I have had, ever, a curious love of storms, and, from the time when memory began its record in my brain, it has delighted me to hear at night the roar of thunder and see the swift play of the lightning. I lay between Uncle Eb and the old dog, who both went asleep shortly.
Less wearied I presume than either of them, for I had done none of the carrying, and had slept along time that day in the shade of a tree, I was awake an hour or more after they were snoring. Every flash lit the old room like the full glare of the noonday sun. I remember it showed me an old cradle, piled full of rubbish, a rusty scythe hung in the rotting sash of a window, a few lengths of stove-pipe and a plough in one corner, and three staring white owls that sat on a beam above the doorway. The rain roared on the old roof shortly, and came dripping down through the bare boards above us. A big drop struck in my face and I moved a little. Then I saw what made me hold my breath a moment and cover my head with the shawl. A flash of lightning revealed a tall, ragged man looking in at the doorway. I lay close to Uncle Eb imagining much evil of that vision but made no outcry.
Snugged in between my two companions I felt reasonably secure and soon fell asleep. The sun, streaming in at the open door, roused me in the morning. At the beginning of each day of our journey I woke to find Uncle Eb cooking at the fire. He was lying beside me, this morning, his eyes open.
"Fraid I"m hard sick," he said as I kissed him.
"What"s the matter?" I enquired.
He struggled to a sitting posture, groaning so it went to my heart.
"Rheumatiz," he answered presently.
He got to his feet, little by little, and every move he made gave him great pain. With one hand on his cane and the other on my shoulder he made his way slowly to the broken gate. Even now I can see clearly the fair prospect of that high place--a valley reaching to distant hills and a river winding through it, glimmering in the sunlight; a long wooded ledge breaking into naked, gra.s.sy slopes on one side of the valley and on the other a deep forest rolling to the far horizon; between them big patches of yellow grain and white buckwheat and green pasture land and greener meadows and the straight road, with white houses on either side of it, glorious in a double fringe of golden rod and purple aster and yellow John"s-wort and the deep blue of the Jacob"s ladder.
"Looks a good deal like the promised land," said Uncle Eb. "Hain"t got much further t" go."
He sat on the rotting threshold while I pulled some of the weeds in front of the doorstep and brought kindlings out of the house and built a fire. While we were eating I told Uncle Eb of the man that I had seen in the night.
"Guess you was dreamin"," he said, and, while I stood firm for the reality of that I had seen, it held our thought only for a brief moment.
My companion was unable to walk that day so we lay by, in the shelter of the old house, eating as little of our scanty store as we could do with. I went to a spring near by for water and picked a good mess of blackberries that I hid away until supper time, so as to surprise Uncle Eb. A longer day than that we spent in the old house, after our coming, I have never known. I made the room a bit tidier and gathered more gra.s.s for bedding. Uncle Eb felt better as the day grew warm. I had a busy time of it that morning bathing his back in the spirits and rubbing until my small arms ached. I have heard him tell often how vigorously I worked that day and how I would say: "I"ll take care o" you, Uncle Eb--won"t I, Uncle Eb?" as my little hands flew with redoubled energy on his bare skin. That finished we lay down sleeping until the sun was low, when I made ready the supper that took the last of everything we had to eat. Uncle Eb was more like himself that evening and, sitting up in the corner, as the darkness came, told me the story of Squirreltown and Frog Ferry, which came to be so great a standby in those days that, even now, I can recall much of the language in which he told it.
"Once," he said, "there was a boy thet hed two grey squirrels in a cage.
They kep" thinkin" o" the time they used t" scamper in the tree-tops an"
make nests an" eat all the nuts they wanted an" play I spy in the thick leaves. An they grew poor an" looked kind o" ragged an" sickly an"
downhearted. When he brought "em outdoors they used t" look up in the trees an" run in the wire wheel as if they thought they could get there sometime if they kep" goin". As the boy grew older he see it was cruel to keep "em shet in a cage, but he"d hed em a long time an" couldn"t bear t" give "em up.
"One day he was out in the woods a little back o" the clearin". All t"
once he heard a swift holler. "Twas nearby an" echoed so he couldn"t tell which way it come from. He run fer home but the critter ketched "im before he got out o" the woods an" took "im into a cave, an" give "im t"
the little swifts t" play with. The boy cried terrible. The swifts they laughed an" nudged each other.
""O ain"t he cute!" says one. "He"s a beauty!" says another. "Cur"us how he can git along without any fur," says the mother swift, as she run er nose over "is bare foot. He thought of "is folks waitin" fer him an" he begged em t" let "im go. Then they come an" smelt "im over.
""Yer sech a cunnin" critter," says the mother swift, "we couldn"t spare ye."
""Want to see my mother," says the boy sobbing.
""Couldn"t afford t" let ye go--yer so cute," says the swift. "Bring the poor critter a bone an" a bit o" snake meat."
"The boy couldn"t eat. They fixed a bed fer him, but "twant clean. The feel uv it made his back ache an" the smell uv it made him sick to his stomach.
""When the swifts hed comp"ny they "d bring "em overt" look at him there "n his dark corner." "S a boy," said the mother swift pokin" him with a long stick "Wouldn"t ye like t" see "im run?" Then she punched him until he got up an" run "round the cave fer his life. Happened one day et a very benevolent swift come int" the cave.
"""S a pity t" keep the boy here," said he; "he looks bad."
""But he makes fun fer the children," said the swift.
""Fun that makes misery is only fit fer a fool," said the visitor.
"They let him go thet day. Soon as he got hum he thought o" the squirrels an" was tickled t" find "em alive. He tak "em off to an island, in the middle of a big lake, thet very day, an" set the cage on the sh.o.r.e n" opened it He thought he would come back sometime an" see how they was ginin" along. The cage was made of light wire an" hed a tin bottom fastened to a big piece o" plank. At fust they was "fraid t"
leave it an" peeked out o" the door an" scratched their heads"s if they thought it a resky business. After awhile one stepped out careful an"
then the other followed. They tried t" climb a tree, but their nails was wore off an" they kep" fallin" back. Then they went off "n the brush t"
find some nuts. There was only pines an" poppies an" white birch an" a few berry bushes on the island. They went t" the water"s edge on every side, but there was nuthin there a squirrel ud give a flirt uv his tail fer. "Twas near dark when they come back t" the cage hungry as tew bears. They found a few crumbs o" bread in the cup an" divided "em even.
Then they went t" bed "n their ol" nest.
"It hed been rainin" a week in the mount"ins. Thet night the lake rose a foot er more an" "fore mornin" the cage begun t" rock a teenty bit as the water lifted the plank. They slep" all the better fer thet an" they dreamed they was up in a tree at the end uv a big bough. The cage begun t" sway sideways and then it let go o" the sh.o.r.e an" spun "round once er twice an" sailed out "n the deep water. There was a light breeze blowin"
offsh.o.r.e an" purty soon it was pitchin" like a ship in the sea. But the two squirrels was very tired an" never woke up "til sunrise. They got a terrible scare when they see the water "round "em an" felt the motion o" the ship. Both on "em ran into the wire wheel an" that bore down the stern o" the ship so the under wires touched the water. They made it spin like a buzz saw an" got their clothes all wet. The ship went faster when they worked the wheel, an" bime bye they got tired an" come out on the main deck. The water washed over it a little so they clim up the roof thet was a kin" uv a hurricane deck. It made the ship sway an" rock fearful but they hung on "midships, an" clung t" the handle that stuck up like a top mast. Their big tails was spread over their shoulders, an" the wind rose an" the ship went faster "n faster. They could see the main sh.o.r.e where the big woods come down t" the water "n" all the while it kep" a comin" nearer "n" nearer. But they was so hungry didn"t seem possible they could live to git there.