On the day after their return fresh rabbit snares were set, and on the following morning when they went to look at the snares, Toby took with him two fox traps.
"I were seein" some footin" o" foxes on the mesh," he explained. "I"m thinkin" we"ll set the traps, and we might get a fox. Dad would be wonderful glad and we gets a fox. There"s a chance we might get a silver, or a cross, whatever."
"That would be great!" exclaimed Charley. "And can"t we set other traps?"
"Aye, when I gets everything fixed up about home we"ll set some marten traps too. There"s fine signs o" martens. Dad don"t think we can get un hereabouts, but I sees the signs and we"ll get un!"
Beyond the last rabbit snare, and a quarter mile out upon an open marsh, Toby set the first fox trap, concealing it, as Skipper Zeb had concealed his fox traps, with great care, and scattering bits of meat around the trap and over the snow, and a few drops of liquid from a bottle which he called "scent," and which had a most unpleasant odour.
"Skipper Tom Ham"ll be like to bring the dogs over from Lucky Bight now any day, with the bay fast," said Toby as they turned homeward. "I wants to get some more wood cut to haul with un when they comes, but we"ll set some o" the marten traps up to-morrow and more of un later."
"Oh!" exclaimed Charley. "We"ve been doing so many things I forgot all about the dogs! Then we can travel with them?"
"Aye, we"ll be cruisin" with un. "Twill be a fine way for you to get used to un, helpin" me haul in the wood, and you"ll be learnin" to drive un. We hauls in most of our wood in the spring, but they"s some left to haul, and if I cuts more whilst they"s a chanst before the snow gets too deep, we"ll be haulin" that too, so there"ll be plenty of un."
"How many dogs are there?" Charley asked eagerly.
"Eight of un," answered Toby, "and "tis the best team on The Labrador, _I_ thinks. They"s the real nu"thern dogs. Dad says the nu"thern dogs has more wolf in they than others has."
"Do they look like wolves?" Charley asked in some awe.
"Aye, they look so much like un you could scarce tell un from wolves, only they curls their tails up over their backs and wolves don"t."
"Are they cross?" Charley inquired anxiously.
"I wouldn"t call un cross," explained Toby. "I calls un sneaky. If they thinks they could down you, they"d do un quick enough. "Tis best to carry a stick when you goes abroad among un, till you gets used to un and they gets used to you. They"re wonderful scared of a stick."
"I"ll carry a stick, but I"ll make friends with them too. I like dogs."
"They"s not like other dogs," warned Toby. "Maybe you won"t be likin"
they so much after you sees un."
"I can hardly wait till the dogs come! I"ve read so much about Eskimo dogs, but I never saw them pulling a sledge, and I know it"s going to be great sport traveling with them."
"Soon as Tom brings un we"ll start haulin" the wood. I"ll have to be workin" wonderful hard cuttin" more, so we"ll have un hauled before too late. The wood gets so deep under, that "tis hard to dig un out o" the snow."
"I could look after the snares and fox traps," suggested Charley, "and you could cut wood. I can set up some more snares, too."
"Aye, now, you could look after un, whilst I cuts more wood. You knows from the tracks we makes where the traps are set, and you can find un.
I"ll be cuttin" no more wood after the next snow comes. "Twill be gettin" too deep by then, and I"ll not be havin" long to cut un."
"All right," and Charley was quite delighted with the prospect of responsibility, and the fact that Toby would trust him to go alone.
"I"ll start in to-morrow morning. May I carry your shotgun when I go?"
"Aye, carry un. You may be pickin" up some pa"tridges."
In accordance with this arrangement, Charley visited the rabbit snares and the fox traps alone the next morning, and returned quite elated with his experience, bringing with him three rabbits that he had found in snares and four spruce grouse that he had shot. It was dinner time when he appeared, and he reported to Toby, who had just reached the cabin after a morning chopping wood, that there was nothing in the fox traps, and that he had set up three new snares.
"That"s fine, now," Toby praised. "I were knowin" you could "tend the snares and traps alone. You can do un as well as I can."
"Thank you," said Charley, much elated at Toby"s praise. "It was great fun."
For two more days Charley proudly followed the trail alone, and then came a morning with a heavily overcast sky, and a keen northeast wind blowing in from the bay. Toby predicted that it would snow before midday, and as Charley slipped his feet into his snowshoe slings, and shouldered Toby"s gun preparatory to setting out to make the morning round of the traps and snares alone, Toby warned:
"If snow starts, "twill be best to turn about and come home as soon as you sees un start. If she comes she"ll cover the footin" wonderful fast, and you might be goin" abroad from the trail. The wind"ll be risin" a bit, and if she blows hard "twill make for nasty traveling and I"m thinkin" when the snow starts the wind"ll come up quick, and be blowin"
wonderful hard before you knows un."
"Oh, I"ll be all right," Charley a.s.sured confidently. "I ought to know my way by this time, even if the snow does cover my tracks."
""Twill be safer to turn back," said Toby. "Don"t go to the fox traps.
"Twill do no harm to let un stand over a day."
Charley had reached the last of the rabbit snares before the first flakes of the threatened storm fell. He had three rabbits in a game bag slung over his shoulder, and he was hesitating as to whether or not he should visit the fox traps or heed Toby"s warning to turn back, when he was startled by a flock of ptarmigans, or "white pa"tridges," as Toby called them, rising at the edge of the marsh.
The partridges flew a short distance out upon the marsh, and alighted upon the snow. Charley could see them plainly. They offered a good shot, and it would be a feat to bag some of them.
Quite excited with the prospect, he followed them, and with careful stalking brought down two, one with each barrel of his gun. Startled by the shots, the remainder of the flock flew farther into the open marsh, and elated with his success Charley picked up the two birds he had killed, and following the flock soon succeeded in bagging two more. The next flight was much farther, but he overtook them and shot a fifth bird. They now took a long flight, and were lost in the mist of snow, which was now falling thickly.
Forgetting all caution, Charley continued to follow in the direction in which the birds had disappeared. On and on he went without a thought of danger. He was sure the birds had not gone far, and he must have one more shot at them before turning back.
All at once, he found himself in a rocky, barren region. He had crossed the marsh, and was rising upon higher ground. This must certainly, he concluded, be a barren beyond the marsh of which Toby had told him, and he suddenly realized that he had gone much farther than he had yet ventured.
In the brief s.p.a.ce of time since he had last flushed the birds the wind had risen and was fast gaining strength. Already the snow was drifting so thickly that he could not see the marsh, which lay between the barrens and the forest. But still he was not alarmed.
"I"ve got five of them anyway," he said exultantly, looking into his bag and admiring the beautiful white birds. "Toby said it was some stunt to shoot ptarmigans. I guess he"ll think now that I can shoot most as well as he can."
With no other thought than that he could find his way to the marsh and across it to the forest without difficulty, he turned to retrace his steps.
"Even if I can"t see far, I can follow my tracks I made coming in," he said confidently. "That"ll be dead easy."
Every moment the wind was rising, and the storm was increasing in fury.
Before he had reached the marsh, the gale was sweeping the snow before it in suffocating clouds, and he was forced frequently to turn his back upon it that he might catch his breath.
Presently Charley realized that he had lost the trail of his snowshoe prints, but still confident that he could find it he searched first to the right and then to the left, but nowhere could he discover it.
Then it was that he became anxious, and a vague fear fell upon him, and he rushed madly about in vain search of some sign that would guide him.
He could scarcely see twenty feet away, and nowhere within his limited range of vision was a rock or bush or anything that he had ever before seen. Suddenly he knew that he was lost. The thought fell upon him like an overwhelming disaster. All at once he was seized by wild terror. He must find the forest or he would perish! The snow was suffocating him, and his legs were atremble with the effort he had put forth.
Dazed and uncertain he stood, with the wind swirling the snow about him, and then, with no sense of direction, like a panic-stricken animal, he plunged away into the storm.
FOOTNOTE: [5] Old harbour seal.
XVI
A WALL OF SNOW