"Make haste! Make haste! It"s resky here," said Uncle Eb, and he held my hand and ran. We started through the brush and steered as straight as we could for the clearing. The little box of light he carried was soon sheathed in snow, and I remember how he stopped, half out of breath, often, and brushed it with his mittens to let out the light. We had made the scattering growth of little timber at the edge of the woods when the globe of the lantern snapped and fell. A moment later we stood in utter darkness. I knew, for the first time, then that we were in a bad fix.
"I guess G.o.d"ll take care of us, w.i.l.l.y," said Uncle Eb. "If he don"t, we"ll never get there in this world never!"
It was a black and icy wall of night and storm on every side of us.
I never saw a time when the light of G.o.d"s heaven was so utterly extinguished; the cold never went to my bone as on that bitter night.
My hands and feet were numb with aching, as the roar of the trees grew fainter in the open. I remember how I lagged, and how the old man urged me on, and how we toiled in the wind and darkness, straining our eyes for some familiar thing. Of a sudden we stumbled upon a wall that we had pa.s.sed an hour or so before.
"Oh!" he groaned, and made that funny, deprecating cluck with his tongue, that I have heard so much from Yankee lips.
"G.o.d o" mercy!" said he, "we"ve gone "round in a half-circle. Now we"ll take the wall an" mebbe it"ll bring us home."
I thought I couldn"t keep my feet any longer, for an irresistible drowsiness had come over me. The voice of Uncle Eb seemed far away, and when I sank in the snow and shut my eyes to sleep he shook me as a terrier shakes a rat.
"Wake up, my boy," said he, "ye musn"t sleep."
Then he boxed my ears until I cried, and picked me up and ran with me along the side of the wall. I was but dimly conscious when he dropped me under a tree whose bare twigs lashed the air and stung my cheeks. I heard him tearing the branches savagely and muttering, "Thanks to G.o.d, it"s the blue beech." I shall never forget how he turned and held to my hand and put the whip on me as I lay in the snow, and how the sting of it started my blood. Up I sprang in a jiffy and howled and danced. The stout rod bent and circled on me like a hoop of fire. Then I turned and tried to run while he clung to my coat tails, and every step I felt the stinging grab of the beech. There is a little seam across my cheek today that marks a footfall of one of those whips. In a moment I was as wide awake as Uncle Eb and needed no more stimulation.
The wall led us to the pasture lane, and there it was easy enough to make our way to the barnyard and up to the door of the house, which had a candle in every window, I remember. David was up and dressed to come after us, and I recall how he took Uncle Eb in his arms, when he fell fainting on the doorstep, and carried him to the lounge. I saw the blood on my face as I pa.s.sed the mirror, and Elizabeth Brower came running and gave me one glance and rushed out of doors with the dipper. It was full of snow when she ran in and tore the wrappings off my neck and began to rub my ears and cheeks with the cold snow, calling loudly for Grandma Bisnette. She came in a moment and helped at the stripping of our feet and legs. I remember that she slit my trousers with the shears as I lay on the floor, while the others rubbed my feet with the snow. Our hands and ears were badly frosted, but in an hour the whiteness had gone out of them and the returning blood burnt like a fire.
"How queer he stares!" I heard them say when Uncle Eb first came to, and in a moment a roar of laughter broke from him.
"I"ll never fergit," said he presently, "if I live a thousan" years, the lickin" I gin thet boy; but it hurt me worse"n it hurt him."
Then he told the story of the blue beech.
The next day was that "cold Friday" long remembered by those who felt its deadly chill--a day when water thrown in the magic air came down in clinking crystals, and sheaths of frost lay thick upon the windows. But that and the one before it were among the few days in that early period that lie, like a rock, under my character.
Chapter 9
Grandma Bisnette came from Canada to work for the Browers. She was a big, cheerful woman, with a dialect, an amiable disposition and a swarthy, wrinkled face. She had a loose front tooth that occupied all the leisure of her tongue. When she sat at her knitting this big tooth clicked incessantly. On every st.i.tch her tongue went in and out across it" and I, standing often by her knees, regarded the process with great curiosity.
The reader may gather much from these frank and informing words of Grandma Bisnette. "When I los" my man, Mon Dieu! I have two son. An"
when I come across I bring him with me. Abe he rough; but den he no bad man."
Abe was the butcher of the neighbourhood--that red-handed, stony-hearted, necessary man whom the Yankee farmer in that north country hires to do the cruel things that have to be done. He wore ragged, dirty clothes and had a voice like a steam whistle. His rough, black hair fell low and mingled with his scanty beard. His hands were stained too often with the blood of some creature we loved. I always crept under the bed in Mrs Brower"s room when Abe came--he was such a terror to me with his b.l.o.o.d.y work and noisy oaths. Such men were the curse of the cleanly homes in that country. There was much to shock the ears and eyes of children in the life of the farm. It was a fashion among the help to decorate their speech with profanity for the mere sound of it" and the foul mouthings of low-minded men spread like a pestilence in the fields.
Abe came always with an old bay horse and a rickety buckboard. His one foot on the dash, as he rode, gave the picture a dare-devil finish.
The lash of his bull-whip sang around him, and his great voice sent its blasts of noise ahead. When we heard a fearful yell and rumble in the distance, we knew Abe was coming.
"Abe he come," said Grandma Bisnette. "Mon Dieu! he make de leetle rock fly."
It was like the coming of a locomotive with roar of wheel and whistle.
In my childhood, as soon as I saw the cloud of dust, I put for the bed and from its friendly cover would peek out" often, but never venture far until the man of blood had gone.
To us children he was a marvel of wickedness. There were those who told how he had stood in the storm one night and dared the Almighty to send the lightning upon him.
The dog Fred had grown so old and infirm that one day they sent for Abe to come and put an end to his misery. Every man on the farm loved the old dog and not one of them would raise a hand to kill him. Hope and I heard what Abe was coming to do, and when the men had gone to the fields, that summer morning, we lifted Fred into the little wagon in which he had once drawn me and starting back of the barn stole away with him through the deep gra.s.s of the meadow until we came out upon the highroad far below. We had planned to take him to school and make him a nest in the woodshed where he could share our luncheon and be out of the way of peril. After a good deal of difficulty and heavy pulling we got to the road at last. The old dog, now blind and helpless, sat contentedly in the wagon while its wheels creaked and groaned beneath him. We had gone but a short way in the road when we heard the red bridge roar under rushing wheels and the familiar yell of Abe.
"We"d better run," said Hope, "er we"ll git swore at."
I looked about me in a panic for some place to hide the party, but Abe was coming fast and there was only time to pick up clubs and stand our ground.
"Here!" the man shouted as he pulled up along side of us, "where ye goin" with that dog?"
"Go "way," I answered, between anger and tears, lifting my club in a threatening manner.
He laughed then--a loud guffaw that rang in the near woods.
"What"ll ye give me," he asked leaning forward, his elbows on his knees, "What"ll ye give me if I don"t kill him?"
I thought a moment. Then I put my hand in my pocket and presently took out my jack-knife--that treasure Uncle Eb had bought for me--and looked at it fondly.
Then I offered it to him.
Again he laughed loudly.
"Anything else?" he demanded while Hope sat hugging the old dog that was licking her hands.
"Got forty cents that I saved for the fair," said I promptly.
Abe backed his horse and turned in the road.
"Wall boy," he said, "Tell "em I"ve gone home."
Then his great voice shouted, "g"lang" the lash of his whip sang in the air and off he went.
We were first to arrive at the schoolhouse, that morning, and when the other children came we had Fred on a comfortable bed of gra.s.s in a corner of the woodshed. What with all the worry of that day I said my lessons poorly and went home with a load on my heart. Tomorrow would be Sat.u.r.day; how were we to get food and water to the dog? They asked at home if we had seen old Fred and we both declared we had not--the first lie that ever laid its burden on my conscience. We both saved all our bread and b.u.t.ter and doughnuts next day, but we had so many ch.o.r.es to do it was impossible to go to the schoolhouse with them. So we agreed to steal away that night when all were asleep and take the food from its hiding place.
In the excitement of the day neither of us had eaten much. They thought we were ill and sent us to bed early. When Hope came into my room above stairs late in the evening we were both desperately hungry. We looked at our store of doughnuts and bread and b.u.t.ter under my bed. We counted it over.
"Won"t you try one o" the doughnuts," I whispered hoping that she would say yes so that I could try one also; for they did smell mighty good.
"Twouldn"t be right," said she regretfully. "There ain"t any more "n he"ll want now.
"Twouldn"t be right," I repeated with a sigh as I looked longingly at one of the big doughnuts. "Couldn"t bear t" do it--could you?"
"Don"t seem as if I could," she whispered, thoughtfully, her chin upon her hand.
Then she rose and went to the window.
"O my! how dark it is!" she whispered, looking out into the night.
"Purty dark!" I said, "but you needn"t be "fraid. I"ll take care o" you.
If we should meet a bear I"ll growl right back at him--that"s what Uncle Eb tol" me t" do. I"m awful stout--most a man now! Can"t nuthin" scare me."
We could hear them talking below stairs and we went back to bed, intending to go forth later when the house was still. But" unfortunately for our adventure I fell asleep.