"Well, now!" boomed Skipper Zeb in his biggest voice, when the boys appeared at the door. "A lynx! And a fine big un, too! And the fur"s not so bad for this early in the season. You"re startin" in fine as a Labradorman!" and he slapped Charley on the shoulder. "Day before yesterday a castaway! Yesterday shipwrecked! To-day settin" rabbit snares and helpin" Toby knock over a lynx! Aye, and gettin" the lynx!
That"s two bad fixes you gets out of yourself, and one you gets the lynx in that he don"t get out of!"
"Toby shot the lynx," said Charley modestly. "He"d have got away from me if I"d been alone, or eaten me up."
"Charley helped," Toby broke in. "He helped to trail he, though I did the shootin", and he helped to carry he home."
"Both of you gets un, though only one does the shootin"," agreed Skipper Zeb with a hearty "haw! haw! haw!" slapping the two boys on the shoulder with vast approval. "Only one would be doin" the shootin"
whatever. We"ll be makin" a hunter o" you before the ship comes back in July month, lad! You"ll be a true Labradorman by then. Now we"ll have roast lynx for dinner to-morrow, and "tis a fine fat un too."
Supper was not ready, and while they waited Skipper Zeb and Toby skinned the lynx, beginning at the hind feet, and drawing the skin whole and inside out over the carca.s.s. It was then pulled snugly over a board shaped for the purpose, with the fur next the board and the fleshy side out, drawn taut and secured. Now, with a sheath knife, Skipper Zeb sc.r.a.ped it carefully, removing every particle of fat or flesh that adhered, and when this was completed to his satisfaction he hung the board with the pelt upon it from a peg to dry.
"It seems like a month instead of three days since I came," said Charley when supper was eaten and Skipper Zeb had lighted his pipe. "A lot has happened in three days."
"Things has happened, now! Yes, sir!" observed Skipper Zeb, puffing at his pipe. "We had a bit of a hard time yesterday, but here we are to-day all snug and safe and well. Not one of us in a fix, and all goin"
fine."
"I wonder how Mr. Wise felt when he missed me," Charley chuckled. "I can just see him running around the ship looking for me. I guess he thinks he"s in a fix! Serves him right if he is worried. But," and Charley sobered, "it makes me feel badly to think of Dad and Mother when they hear I"m missing."
"Don"t be thinkin" o" that now," cautioned Skipper Zeb. ""Twill do you no good and "twill do they no good. Just be thinkin" how joyful they"ll be when you goes home in July month. What a fine surprise "twill be for un!" And then to change the line of thought, he suggested: "You"ll be needin" a fit out o" clothes for the winter."
"I have some money," volunteered Charley. "I could buy things if there was a store to go to."
"There"s no store this side o" Skipper Blink"s shop at Deer Harbour, and that"s a bit down north from Pinch-In Tickle, and we"ll not be gettin"
there for two months whatever," explained Skipper Zeb. "Mother, how can we fit out the lad for clothes?"
"We has a bolt o" moleskin and a bolt o" kersey cloth," said Mrs. Twig.
"I"ll make the adikeys from that, and a pair o" moleskin trousers. We"re a bit short o" underclothes. We gets Toby new ones this year, and I can mend up his old ones to do he for a bit until you goes to Deer Harbour, and Charley can wear the new ones."
"I"ll wear the old ones," objected Charley. "Let Toby have the new ones.
I have the suit I"m wearing, too."
"You have one of the new ones," suggested Toby by way of compromise, "and with the suit you has "twill make two. I"ll be havin" the other two suits of new uns, and we"ll both be wearin" the old uns if we needs un till you gets new."
"All right, I"ll go you on that," agreed Charley. "That"s a good way to fix it. And when there"s a chance to go to the store at Deer Harbour I"ll get some new things there."
"We has some fine skins for boots," said Mrs. Twig. "I gets un all tanned in the spring, and I"ll be makin" up some boots."
"Well, now! We"re gettin" out o" that fix easy," and Skipper Zeb beamed delightedly. "We"re gettin" out o" _that_ fix! And has you duffle for sox? And is there plenty o" deerskin on hand for moccasins?"
"Aye, plenty o" duffle and plenty of deerskins," smiled Mrs. Twig, amused at the Skipper"s enthusiasm. "I"ll soon be havin" a plenty o"
sox and moccasins made up."
"The lynx fur the lads gets this evenin" not bein" prime for trade, but fine for caps, I thinks the lads might have caps made out of un, and the hoods of their adikeys trimmed with un," suggested Skipper Twig. "Then both our lads will be dressed alike."
""_Twould_ be fine, now," a.s.sented Mrs. Twig, who usually agreed with Skipper Zeb"s suggestions.
"Now that"s settled, and we has you lads togged out to the king"s taste for winter." Skipper Zeb stroked his beard contentedly. "No fix there to bother, and we"ll talk up our plans. First thing, Mother"s been fussin"
about the trap boat, and feelin" bad about un ever since we leaves un at the Duck"s Head. She"s thinkin" if we pulls un out o" the water, we"ll find the bottom not so bad we can"t fix un. I"m not doubtin" myself the bottom"s all stove in, the way she struck. But we"ll go over to the Duck"s Head in the marnin" to pull she out and make sure of un, and "twill make Mother feel better if we tries, whatever."
"That"s fine," agreed Toby. "I were thinkin" maybe she"s just got a busted plank, and her timbers are sound."
"Now what does you think o" the plan, Charley?" asked Skipper Zeb.
"You"re one o" the partners, and must have a say about un."
"It sounds good to me," agreed Charley, feeling that responsibility was being thrust upon him, and rather pleased that it was. "I think the boat should be looked at."
"There, now, that"s good judgment," boomed the Skipper. "I were sure you were a lad o" judgment from the minute I sees you, and that proves un.
We"ll go in the marnin" to the Duck"s Head to see the trap boat, after you lads come back from your rabbit snares."
As Toby had planned, Charley and he shared the bed in the living-room, and so soundly did Charley sleep that Mrs. Twig had breakfast nearly ready before he awoke the following morning. They ate by candle-light, and at the first break of dawn the two boys set out eagerly to look at the rabbit snares, and within an hour returned with three big snowshoe rabbits.
Skipper Twig was ready with his boat, in which he had stowed block and fall rigging, hammer, nails, pieces of plank and an ax, and without delay the three were off for the Duck"s Head.
With the block and fall they were able to haul the boat out of the water, and to their satisfaction, and the amazement of Skipper Zeb, discovered that no serious damage had been done. A plank had been broken, but ribs and timbers were uncracked. The boat was soon mended and the new section of plank caulked with oak.u.m, and shortly after midday the trap boat was again afloat, and quite as serviceable as before the accident.
"There she be, fine and shipshape as ever!" Skipper Zeb boomed. "Mother were worryin" and stewin" herself half sick about she. That"s the way "tis with most worries, when you goes to the bottom of un. Nothin" to worry about. There"s another fix we gets out of."
"Fine and dandy!" exclaimed Charley. "I was sure you"d lost her, and I"m so glad she"s all right after all."
"Well, now," said Skipper Zeb, "this was once Mother was right when she pesters me to come and look at un. I thinks we"d lost she sure, but I says, "That"s the way o" things," and I don"t worry. Though we"d have missed she at the fishin", we"d be gettin" on, and "twasn"t worth a worry, whatever."
There was great rejoicing when Skipper Zeb and the boys arrived at Double Up Cove early in the afternoon with the big trap boat, and the small boat in tow. Mrs. Twig and Violet saw them coming, and were at the beach to meet them, and Mrs. Twig actually shed tears of joy.
"Snug and tight as ever!" announced Skipper Zeb, as the prow touched the sh.o.r.e. "We gets she all fixed up, Mother. I"m thinkin" you knows more about boats than I does."
"I"m _so_ glad!" and Mrs. Twig"s round face was wreathed in smiles while glad tears glistened in her eyes. "Now you and the lads must be wonderful hungry, for "tis near two hours after dinner time, and dinner"s been waitin" this long while."
"Aye, hungry as seven bears and as happy and perky as a c.o.c.k pa"tridge,"
boomed Skipper Zeb. "We"ll make the boats fast, and be right up."
What an appet.i.te Charley had! And when he learned that the delicious roast meat was a cut of the lynx that he and Toby had killed the night before, his natural prejudice against unaccustomed food did not prevent him from taking a second helping.
Charley scarce had time to think of home. Skipper Zeb was quite aware that the best antidote for homesickness is work, with little time to ruminate, and he kept Charley busy from morning till night with himself and Toby doing the most interesting things imaginable, and, with all the other work, the boys visited their rabbit snares each day and set new ones. The week pa.s.sed quickly, and on Sat.u.r.day evening, when they sat down to supper, Skipper Zeb announced:
"Well, now, here "tis time to go to the path and set up the traps. We"ll be leavin" Monday marnin", lads."
This was an adventure to which Charley had looked forward with keen antic.i.p.ation since Skipper Zeb had first announced that he and Toby were to accompany him. Reaching away for countless miles in every direction from the water"s edge lay the vast primordial, boundless wilderness.
What unfathomed mysteries it held! There it slept as it had slept through the silence of unnumbered ages since the world was formed, untrod by the white man"s foot, known only to wild Indian hunters, as primitive as the wilderness itself. What strange beasts lived in its far fastnesses! What marvelous lakes, what great rivers, what mountain peaks waited there to be discovered! What a wonderful sensation it would be to penetrate the hem of its outer edge beyond the sight and reach of even Skipper Zeb"s frontier cabin.
This was what Charley was thinking, as they talked of the going on Monday morning, though he could not, perhaps, have put his thoughts or emotions into words that would express them.
""Tis a late start," Skipper Zeb continued. "I never goes in quite so late to set up my path. But I has two fine helpers, whatever, and I never has they before."
Everything was made ready on Sunday night, and a full two hours before daybreak on Monday morning Skipper Zeb"s small boat was laden with a cargo of flour, pork, mola.s.ses, tea and steel traps, with extra clothing for the trail. Two pairs of snowshoes were taken for himself, in case of accident to one of them, and also a pair for Toby and a pair for Charley.
""Tis never safe to go without snowshoes at this season," explained Skipper Zeb. "If snow comes now, there"ll be no gettin" about without un."
"I never had a pair of snowshoes on in my life," said Charley. "I don"t see how you can walk with them, they"re so wide and must be clumsy."