"Get out o" there, youse!"
A big raw-boned fisherman with an oar in his hand came running up the stony beach at Hopedale.
The door of the little Moravian church was open. So were the windows.
And so were the mouths of a pack of dogs who were yowling their heads off and trying to kill each other inside the church.
"That"s just the way with them huskies!" panted Long Jim, as he stumbled up the slope. "Can"t leave "em be ten minutes without their gettin" into mischief. "Tis a nice place they picked out for a fight this time! I"ll soon have "em out o" there! They"ll find out the house o" G.o.d ain"t no dog-house."
Swinging his oar right and left he dashed into the church.
Such a scene as met his eyes!
The dogs had been tearing the hymn-books apart as if they were slabs of raw seal-meat. For the Eskimos had been handling the books with their fingers fresh from cleaning fish and cutting up blubber. So that to a dog"s nose each book smelt and tasted perfectly delicious. As fast as one dog closed his hungry jaws on a book, another dog, snarling and yowling, would try to s.n.a.t.c.h it from him.
Over and over in the aisles and between the pews they rolled, snapping and tearing at one another. For the sake of meat they would do murder any day--and the fact that it was in a church on Sunday meant nothing to Long Jim"s idle, hungry pack.
"Go on, now! Git outa here!" Long Jim laid about him vigorously with the oar. Sharp yelps resounded as he thwacked their heads and legs.
One dog took a header into the baptismal font, which was full of stale water.
Another tried to climb under the little cabinet organ. But there were two dogs there already, and one of them bit him in the chest. He backed away, s...o...b..ring and raging.
Another dog hid under the communion table, but Long Jim found him and kicked him away with his soft furry boots that did no damage to dog ribs.
The leaders of the pack, Jock and Sandy, soared out of the window at the right. Jock landed on his head in the kitchen garden where the precious cabbages were growing behind high wooden palings. Sandy was more fortunate, and fell squarely on his feet. Both dogs began to gobble the soft green stuff just visible above the ground.
The other dogs came after them, biting and tearing at each other even while they were scrambling across the window-sill.
"Long Jim" ran out at the door, and had to tear down a lot of the stakes before he could drive the dogs out of the garden. When at last they went, most of the young and precious cabbages went with them. The garden looked like a mud-pile where children have been in a quarrel.
"Ain"t that a shame!" exclaimed Long Jim. "Them poor Moravian brothers worked so hard to git that garden goin"! I s"pose I gotta pay for them hymn-books an" them cabbages. Where I"m a-gonna git the money t" pay f"r it all, I"m blessed if I know! I guess I"ll have to see if I can git the money from Dr. Grenfell till I get paid for my fish."
Dr. Grenfell was in a cottage near by, visiting a patient. The sick man couldn"t stir from his bed.
A puff of wind blew the door open, just as the hungry pack of dogs came rushing up.
Instantly Jock and Sandy halted, and sniffed a mighty, soul-satisfying sniff.
Such a nice, sweet smell of dinner as was blown on the breeze from the door!
Their whiskers twitched and their mouths watered.
Then it was just as if Jock and Sandy said to the other dogs: "Well, what about it, boys? Shall we have some more fun? Are you hungry?"
For the whole pack as though pulled by a string made a dash for the door and swept in on the Doctor and the sick man lying there.
It was like an avalanche. Dr. Grenfell was swept off his legs, as if he had been bathing in the surf and a big wave rushed up and knocked him down.
The boldest jumped up on the stove, where the stewpot was, that sent out such a delicious smell.
He pried off the cover, and then the pot rolled off the stove with a terrible clatter, and its steaming contents were dumped out on the floor.
You could fairly hear those beasts screaming "That"s mine! Get out of there! That belongs to me!" Just like greedy, quarrelsome boys that forgot their manners long ago, if they ever had any.
They fought with added fury because--the hot stew burned their noses.
They were in such a hurry they couldn"t wait for it to cool. They snuffled and scuffled, they bit and snarled and snorted, as they had done in the church with the hymn-books and then with the cabbages in the vegetable garden.
One of the dogs thrust his head in the pot to get the last "lickings"
and then he couldn"t shake it loose again.
Round and round the room he banged and struggled, till the Doctor took pity on him and hauled it off his head.
Meanwhile the house filled with steam as if it were on fire.
The Eskimos came rushing from everywhere, with shouts in their own tongue that sounded almost like the cries of the dogs.
They had long harpoon handles, and they pranced about the room, thwacking right and left.
The Doctor was entirely forgotten. So was the sick man. The room was filled with steam, stew, dogs, harpoons, and blue language.
At last the dogs were shoved out, and the door was slammed after them.
"How are you feeling?" said the Doctor to his patient.
"B-b-better, Doctor. It was a funny show while it lasted. But I guess they ain"t much left o" that there stew, is there?"
The Doctor laughed. "No--our dinner is wrecked. A total loss!"
The door opened slowly. Long Jim stood there in the doorway, fumbling his hat in his hand. "Awful sorry about them dogs, Doctor," he muttered. "They just seem to ha" gone clean crazy. They ain"t had nothin" to eat for so long, you see. They"re good dogs when they ain"t hungry. Would you--would you lend me the money to pay for them hymn-books an" cabbages an" the stew till I can pay ye back?"
"Oh, that"s all right, Jim!" answered the Doctor. "All told, the damage won"t amount to much. I"ll fix it up. Dogs will be dogs."
"Thank ye, Doctor," said Jim, simply. But he was deeply grateful. He went out after his dogs to make them quit rampaging and take their places in the team.
"Doctor," said the sick man, "I minds me o" the time one o" them missionaries put a young dog in the team ahead o" the old leader. Did ye ever hear tell o" that?"
"No. What happened?"
"Well, the big feller bit through the little feller"s traces an" then must "a" said "you get out o" here!" the way one dog knows how to talk to another. "Cause the pup he began to run away, before they"d got the sled started at all."
"And then what?" asked Grenfell.
"Why--Mr. Young harnessed up the pup three times an" each time the big dog he bites the pup loose an" the pup runs away."
"So what did Mr. Young do then?"
"He give the big dog a whipping."
"Did that do any good?"