"Certainly," I replied, astonished; "it"s the southernmost glacier in British America."
"Right," he said. "And did you ever hear tell of the Hudson Mountings, mister?"
"Yes," I replied.
"What"s behind "em?" he snapped out.
"n.o.body knows," I answered. "They are considered impa.s.sable."
"They ain"t, though," he said, doggedly; "I"ve been behind "em."
"Really!" I replied, tiring of his yarn.
"Ya-as, reely," he repeated, sullenly. Then he began to fumble and search through the pages of his book until he found what he wanted.
"Mister," he said, "jest read that out loud, please."
The pa.s.sage he indicated was the famous chapter beginning:
"Is the mammoth extinct? Is the dingue extinct? Probably. And yet the aborigines of British America maintain the contrary.
Probably both the mammoth and the dingue are extinct; but until expeditions have penetrated and explored not only the unknown region in Alaska but also that hidden table-land beyond the Graham Glacier and the Hudson Mountains, it will not be possible to definitely announce the total extinction of either the mammoth or the dingue."
When I had read it, slowly, for his benefit, he brought his hand down smartly on one knee and nodded rapidly.
"Mister," he said, "that gent knows a thing or two, and don"t you forgit it!" Then he demanded, abruptly, how I knew he hadn"t been behind the Graham Glacier.
I explained.
"Shucks!" he said; "there"s a road five miles wide inter that there table-land. Mister, I ain"t been in New York long; I come inter port a week ago on the _Arctic Belle_, whaler. I was in the Hudson range when that there Graham Glacier bust up--"
"What!" I exclaimed.
"Didn"t you know it?" he asked. "Well, mebbe it ain"t in the papers, but it busted all right--blowed up by a earthquake an" volcano combine. An", mister, it was oreful. My, how I did run!"
"Do you mean to tell me that some convulsion of the earth has shattered the Graham Glacier?" I asked.
"Convulsions? Ya-as, an" fits, too," he said, sulkily. "The hull blame thing dropped inter a hole. An" say, mister, home an" mother is good enough fur me now."
I stared at him stupidly.
"Once," he said, "I ketched pelts fur them sharps at Hudson Bay, like any yaller husky, but the things I seen arter that convulsion-fit--the _things I seen behind the Hudson Mountings_--don"t make me hanker arter no life on the pe-rarie wild, lemme tell yer. I may be a Mother Carey chicken, but this chicken has got enough."
After a long silence I picked up his book again and pointed at the picture of the mammoth.
"What color is it?" I asked.
"Kinder red an" brown," he answered, promptly. "It"s woolly, too."
Astounded, I pointed to the dingue.
"One-toed," he said, quickly; "makes a noise like a bell when scutterin" about."
Intensely excited, I laid my hand on his arm. "My society will give you a thousand dollars," I said, "if you pilot me inside the Hudson table-land and show me either a mammoth or a dingue!"
He looked me calmly in the eye.
"Mister," he said, slowly, "have you got a million for to squander on me?"
"No," I said, suspiciously.
"Because," he went on, "it wouldn"t be enough. Home an" mother suits me now."
He picked up his book and rose. In vain I asked his name and address; in vain I begged him to dine with me--to become my honored guest.
"Nit," he said, shortly, and shambled off down the path.
But I was not going to lose him like that. I rose and deliberately started to stalk him. It was easy. He shuffled along, pulling on his pipe, and I after him.
It was growing a little dark, although the sun still reddened the tops of the maples. Afraid of losing him in the falling dusk, I once more approached him and laid my hand upon his ragged sleeve.
"Look here," he cried, wheeling about, "I want you to quit follerin"
me. Don"t I tell you money can"t make me go back to them mountings!"
And as I attempted to speak, he suddenly tore off his cap and pointed to his head. His hair was white as snow.
"That"s what come of monkeyin" inter your cursed mountings," he shouted, fiercely. "There"s things in there what no Christian oughter see. Lemme alone er I"ll bust yer."
He shambled on, doubled fists swinging by his side. The next moment, setting my teeth obstinately, I followed him and caught him by the park gate. At my hail he whirled around with a snarl, but I grabbed him by the throat and backed him violently against the park wall.
"You invaluable ruffian," I said, "now you listen to me. I live in that big stone building, and I"ll give you a thousand dollars to take me behind the Graham Glacier. Think it over and call on me when you are in a pleasanter frame of mind. If you don"t come by noon to-morrow I"ll go to the Graham Glacier without you."
He was attempting to kick me all the time, but I managed to avoid him, and when I had finished I gave him a shove which almost loosened his spinal column. He went reeling out across the sidewalk, and when he had recovered his breath and his balance he danced with displeasure and displayed a vocabulary that astonished me. However, he kept his distance.
As I turned back into the park, satisfied that he would not follow, the first person I saw was the elderly, stony-faced lady of the wistaria arbor advancing on tiptoe. Behind her came the younger lady with cheeks like a rose that had been rained on.
Instantly it occurred to me that they had followed us, and at the same moment I knew who the stony-faced lady was. Angry, but polite, I lifted my hat and saluted her, and she, probably furious at having been caught tip-toeing after me, cut me dead. The younger lady pa.s.sed me with face averted, but even in the dusk I could see the tip of one little ear turn scarlet.
Walking on hurriedly, I entered the Administration Building, and found Professor Lesard, of the reptilian department, preparing to leave.
"Don"t you do it," I said, sharply; "I"ve got exciting news."
"I"m only going to the theatre," he replied. "It"s a good show--Adam and Eve; there"s a snake in it, you know. It"s in my line."
"I can"t help it," I said; and I told him briefly what had occurred in the arbor.
"But that"s not all," I continued, savagely. "Those women followed us, and who do you think one of them turned out to be? Well, it was Professor Smawl, of Barnard College, and I"ll bet every pair of boots I own that she starts for the Graham Glacier within a week. Idiot that I was!" I exclaimed, smiting my head with both hands. "I never recognized her until I saw her tip-toeing and craning her neck to listen. Now she knows about the glacier; she heard every word that young ruffian said, and she"ll go to the glacier if it"s only to forestall me."
Professor Lesard looked anxious. He knew that Miss Smawl, professor of natural history at Barnard College, had long desired an appointment at the Bronx Park gardens. It was even said she had a chance of succeeding Professor Farrago as president, but that, of course, must have been a joke. However, she haunted the gardens, annoying the keepers by persistently poking the animals with her umbrella. On one occasion she sent us word that she desired to enter the tigers"
enclosure for the purpose of making experiments in hypnotism.
Professor Farrago was absent, but I took it upon myself to send back word that I feared the tigers might injure her. The miserable small boy who took my message informed her that I was afraid she might injure the tigers, and the unpleasant incident almost cost me my position.