There was a little clearing around that big pine tree when David Brower settled in the valley. Its shadows shifting in the light of sun and moon, like the arm of a compa.s.s, swept the spreading acres of his farm, and he built his house some forty rods from the foot of it on higher ground. David was the oldest of thirteen children. His father had died the year before he came to St Lawrence county, leaving him nothing but heavy responsibilities. Fortunately, his great strength and his kindly nature were equal to the burden. Mother and children were landed safely in their new home on Bowman"s Hill the day that David was eighteen. I have heard the old folks of that country tell what a splendid figure of a man he was those days--six feet one in his stockings and broad at the shoulder. His eyes were grey and set under heavy brows. I have never forgotten the big man that laid hold of me and the broad clean-shaven serious face, that looked into mine the day I came to Paradise Valley.
As I write I can see plainly his dimpled chin, his large nose, his firm mouth that was the key to his character. "Open or shet," I have heard the old folks say, "it showed he was no fool."
After two years David took a wife and settled in Paradise Valley. He prospered in a small way considered handsome thereabouts. In a few years he had cleared the rich acres of his farm to the sugar bush that was the north vestibule of the big forest; he had seen the clearing widen until he could discern the bare summits of the distant hills, and, far as he could see, were the neat white houses of the settlers. Children had come, three of them--the eldest a son who had left home and died in a far country long before we came to Paradise Valley--the youngest a baby.
I could not have enjoyed my new home more if I had been born in it. I had much need of a mother"s tenderness, no doubt, for I remember with what a sense of peace and comfort I lay on the lap of Elizabeth Brower, that first evening, and heard her singing as she rocked. The little daughter stood at her knees, looking down at me and patting my bare toes or reaching over to feel my face.
"G.o.d sent him to us--didn"t he, mother?" said she.
"Maybe," Mrs Brower answered, "we"ll be good to him, anyway."
Then that old query came into my mind. I asked them if it was heaven where we were.
"No," they answered.
"Tain"t anywhere near here, is it?" I went on.
Then she told me about the gate of death, and began sowing in me the seed of G.o.d"s truth--as I know now the seed of many harvests. I slept with Uncle Eb in the garret, that night, and for long after we came to the Brower"s. He continued to get better, and was shortly able to give his hand to the work of the farm.
There was room for all of us in that ample wilderness of his imagination, and the cry of the swift woke its echoes every evening for a time. Bears and panthers prowled in the deep thickets, but the swifts took a firmer grip on us, being bolder and more terrible. Uncle Eb became a great favourite in the family, and David Brower came to know soon that he was "a good man to work" and could be trusted "to look after things". We had not been there long when I heard Elizabeth speak of Nehemiah--her lost son--and his name was often on the lips of others.
He was a boy of sixteen when he went away, and I learned no more of him until long afterwards.
A month or more after we came to Faraway, I remember we went "cross lots in a big box wagon to the orchard on the hill and gathered apples that fell in a shower when Uncle Eb went up to shake them down. Then cane the raw days of late October, when the crows went flying southward before the wind--a noisy pirate fleet that filled the sky at times--and when we all put on our mittens and went down the winding cow-paths to the grove of b.u.t.ternuts in the pasture. The great roof of the wilderness had turned red and faded into yellow. Soon its rafters began to show through, and then, in a day or two, they were all bare but for some patches of evergreen. Great, golden drifts of foliage lay higher than a man"s head in the timber land about the clearing. We had our best fun then, playing "I spy" in the groves.
In that fragrant deep of leaves one might lie undiscovered a long time.
He could hear roaring like that of water at every move of the finder, wallowing nearer and nearer possibly, in his search. Old Fred came generally rooting his way to us in the deep drift with unerring accuracy.
And shortly winter came out of the north and, of a night, after rapping at the windows and howling in the chimney and roaring in the big woods, took possession of the earth. That was a time when hard cider flowed freely and recollection found a ready tongue among the older folk, and the young enjoyed many diversions, including measles and whooping cough.
Chapter 7
I had a lot of fun that first winter, but none that I can remember more gratefully than our trip in the sledgehouse--a tight little house fitted and fastened to a big sledge. Uncle Eb had to go to mill at Hillsborough, some twelve miles away, and Hope and I, after much coaxing and many family counsels, got leave to go with him. The sky was cloudless, and the frosty air was all aglow in the sunlight that morning we started. There was a little sheet iron stove in one corner of the sledgehouse, walled in with zinc and anch.o.r.ed with wires; a layer of hay covered the floor and over that we spread our furs and blankets. The house had an open front, and Uncle Eb sat on the doorstep, as it were, to drive, while we sat behind him on the blankets.
"I love you very much," said Hope, embracing me, after we were seated.
Her affection embarra.s.sed me, I remember. It seemed unmanly to be petted like a doll.
"I hate to be kissed," I said, pulling away from her, at which Uncle Eb laughed heartily.
The day came when I would have given half my life for the words I held so cheaply then.
"You"d better be good t" me," she answered, "for when mother dies I"m goin" t" take care o" you. Uncle Eb and Gran"ma Bisnette an" you an"
everybody I love is goin" t" come an" live with me in a big, big house.
An" I"m goin" t" put you t" bed nights an" hear ye say yer prayers an everything."
"Who"ll do the spankin?" Uncle Eb asked.
"My husban"," she answered, with a sigh at the thought of all the trouble that lay before her.
"An" I"ll make him rub your back, too, Uncle Eb," she added. "Wall, I rather guess he"ll object to that," said he.
"Then you can give "ins five cents, an" I guess he"ll be glad t" do it,"
she answered promptly.
"Poor man! He won"t know whether he"s runnin" a poorhouse er a hospital, will he?" said Uncle Eb. "Look here, children," he added, taking out his old leather wallet, as he held the reins between his knees. "Here"s tew shillin" apiece for ye, an" I want ye t" spend it jest eggsackly as ye please." The last words were spoken slowly and with emphasis.
We took the two silver pieces that he handed to us and looked them all over and compared them.
"I know what I"ll do," said she, suddenly. "I"m goin" t" buy my mother a new dress, or mebbe a beautiful ring," she added thoughtfully.
For my own part I did not know what I should buy. I wanted a real gun most of all and my inclination oscillated between that and a red rocking horse. My mind was very busy while I sat in silence. Presently I rose and went to Uncle Eb and whispered in his ear.
"Do you think I could get a real rifle with two shilin"?" I enquired anxiously.
"No," he answered in a low tone that seemed to respect my confidence.
"Bime by, when you"re older, I"ll buy ye a rifle--a real rip snorter, too, with a shiny barrel "n a silver lock. When ye get down t, the village ye"ll see lots o" things y"d rather hev, prob"ly. If I was you, children," he added, in a louder tone, "I wouldn"t buy a thing but nuts "n" raisins."
"Nuts "n" raisins!" Hope exclaimed, scornfully.
"Nuts "n" raisins," he repeated. "They"re cheap "n" satisfyin". If ye eat enough uv "em you"ll never want anything else in this world."
I failed to see the irony in Uncle Eb"s remark and the suggestion seemed to have a good deal of merit, the more I thought it over.
"T any rate," said Uncle Eb, "I"d git somethin" fer my own selves."
"Well," said Hope, "You tell us a lot o" things we could buy."
"Less see!" said Uncle Eb, looking very serious. "There"s bootjacks an"
there"s warmin" pans "n" mustard plasters "n" liver pads "n" all them kind o" things."
We both shook our heads very doubtfully.
"Then," he added, "there are jimmyjacks "n" silver no nuthin"s."
There were many other suggestions but none of them were decisive.
The snow lay deep on either side of the way and there was a glimmer on every white hillside where Jack Frost had sown his diamonds. Here and there a fox track crossed the smooth level of the valley and dwindled on the distant hills like a seam in a great white robe. It grew warmer as the sun rose, and we were a jolly company behind the merry jingle of the sleigh bells. We had had a long spell of quiet weather and the road lay in two furrows worn as smooth as ice at the bottom.
"Consarn it!" said Uncle Eb looking up at the sky, after we had been on the road an hour or so. "There"s a sun dog. Wouldn"t wonder if we got a snowstorm" fore night.
I was running behind the sledge and standing on the brake hooks going downhill. He made me get in when he saw the sun dog, and let our horse--a rat-tailed bay known as Old Doctor--go at a merry pace.
We were awed to silence when we came in sight of Hillsborough, with spires looming far into the sky, as it seemed to me then, and buildings that bullied me with their big bulk, so that I had no heart for the spending of the two shillings Uncle Eb had given me. Such sublimity of proportion I have never seen since; and yet it was all very small indeed. The stores had a smell about them that was like chloroform in its effect upon me; for, once in them, I fell into a kind of trance and had scarce sense enough to know my own mind. The smart clerks, who generally came and asked, "Well, young man, what can I do for you?" I regarded with fear and suspicion. I clung the tighter to my coin always, and said nothing, although I saw many a trinket whose glitter went to my soul with a mighty fascination. We both stood staring silently at the show cases, our tongues helpless with awe and wonder. Finally, after a whispered conference, Hope asked for a "silver no nothing", and provoked so much laughter that we both fled to the sidewalk. Uncle Eb had to do our buying for us in the end.
"Wall, what"ll ye hev?" he said to me at length.
I tried to think-it was no easy thing to do after all I had seen.