"Oh, for a camera, Kate!" I said, between spasms.
Kate grinned. "I don"t care what I look like," she said, "but I feel wretchedly unpleasant. This water is simply swarming with wigglers."
"Goodness, what are they?" I exclaimed.
"Oh, they"re tiny little things like leeches," responded Kate. "I believe they develop into mosquitoes later on, bad "cess to them. What Mr. Nash would call my pedal extremities are simply being devoured by the brutes. Ugh! I believe the bottom of this creek is all soft mud.
We may have to drive--no, as I"m a living, wiggler-haunted human being, here"s firm bottom. Hurrah, Phil, we"re all right!"
In a few minutes we were past the creek and bowling merrily on our way. We had a beautiful camping ground that night--a fairylike little slope of white poplars with a blue lake at its foot. When the sun went down a milk-white mist hung over the prairie, with a young moon kissing it. We boiled some slices of our jumping deer and ate them in the open around a cheery camp-fire. Then we sought our humble couches, where we slept the sleep of just people who had been driving over the prairie all day. Once in the night I wakened. It was very dark. The unearthly stillness of a great prairie was all around me. In that vast silence Kate"s soft breathing at my side seemed an intrusion of sound where no sound should be.
"Philippa Blair, can you believe it"s yourself?" I said mentally.
"Here you are, lying on a brush bed on a western prairie in the middle of the night, at least twenty miles from any human being except another frail creature of your own s.e.x. Yet you"re not even frightened. You are very comfy and composed, and you"re going right to sleep again."
And right to sleep again I went.
Our fifth day began ominously. We had made an early start and had driven about six miles when the calamity occurred. Kate turned a corner too sharply, to avoid a big boulder; there was a heart-breaking sound.
"The tongue of the wagon is broken," cried Kate in dismay. All too surely it was. We looked at each other blankly.
"What can we do?" I said.
"I"m sure I don"t know," said Kate helplessly. When Kate felt helpless I thought things must be desperate indeed. We got out and investigated the damage.
"It"s not a clean break," said Kate. "It"s a long, slanting break. If we had a piece of rope I believe I could fix it."
"Mr. Lonsdale"s piece of rope!" I cried.
"The very thing," said Kate, brightening up.
The rope was found and we set to work. With the aid of some willow withes and that providential rope we contrived to splice the tongue together in some shape.
Although the trail was good we made only twelve miles the rest of the day, so slowly did we have to drive. Besides, we were continually expecting that tongue to give way again, and the strain was bad for our nerves. When we came at sunset to the junction of the Black River trail with ours, Kate resolutely turned the s.h.a.ganappies down it.
"We"ll go and spend the night with the Brewsters," she said. "They live only ten miles down this trail. I went to school in Regina with Hannah Brewster, and though I haven"t seen her for ten years I know she"ll be glad to see us. She"s a lovely person, and her husband is a very nice man. I visited them once after they were married."
We soon arrived at the Brewster place. It was a trim, white-washed little log house in a grove of poplars. But all the blinds were down and we discovered the door was locked. Evidently the Brewsters were not at home.
"Never mind," said Kate cheerfully, "we"ll light a fire outside and cook our supper and then we"ll spend the night in the barn. A bed of prairie hay will be just the thing."
But the barn was locked too. It was now dark and our plight was rather desperate.
"I"m going to get into the house if I have to break a window," said Kate resolutely. "Hannah would want us to do that. She"d never get over it, if she heard we came to her house and couldn"t get in."
Fortunately we did not have to go to the length of breaking into Hannah"s house. The kitchen window went up quite easily. We turned the s.h.a.ganappies loose to forage for themselves, gra.s.s and water being abundant. Then we climbed in at the window, lighted our lantern, and found ourselves in a very snug little kitchen. Opening off it on one side was a trim, nicely furnished parlour and on the other a well-stocked pantry.
"We"ll light the fire in the stove in a jiffy and have a real good supper," said Kate exultantly. "Here"s cold roast beef--and preserves and cookies and cheese and b.u.t.ter."
Before long we had supper ready and we did full justice to the absent Hannah"s excellent cheer. After all, it was quite nice to sit down once more to a well-appointed table and eat in civilized fashion.
Then we washed up all the dishes and made everything snug and tidy. I shall never be sufficiently thankful that we did so.
Kate piloted me upstairs to the spare room.
"This is fixed up much nicer than it was when I was here before," she said, looking around. "Of course, Hannah and Ted were just starting out then and they had to be economical. They must have prospered, to be able to afford such furniture as this. Well, turn in, Phil. Won"t it be rather jolly to sleep between sheets once more?"
We slept long and soundly until half-past eight the next morning; and dear knows if we would have wakened then of our own accord. But I heard somebody saying in a very harsh, gruff voice, "Here, you two, wake up! I want to know what this means."
We two did wake up, promptly and effectually. I never wakened up so thoroughly in my life before. Standing in our room were three people, one of them a man. He was a big, grey-haired man with a bushy black beard and an angry scowl. Beside him was a woman--a tall, thin, angular personage with red hair and an indescribable bonnet. She looked even crosser and more amazed than the man, if that were possible. In the background was another woman--a tiny old lady who must have been at least eighty. She was, in spite of her tininess, a very striking-looking personage; she was dressed all in black, and had snow-white hair, a dead-white face, and snapping, vivid, coal-black eyes. She looked as amazed as the other two, but she didn"t look cross.
I knew something must be wrong--fearfully wrong--but I didn"t know what. Even in my confusion, I found time to think that if that disagreeable-looking red-haired woman was Hannah Brewster, Kate must have had a queer taste in school friends. Then the man said, more gruffly than ever, "Come now. Who are you and what business have you here?"
Kate raised herself on one elbow. She looked very wild. I heard the old black-and-white lady in the background chuckle to herself.
"Isn"t this Theodore Brewster"s place?" gasped Kate.
"No," said the big woman, speaking for the first time. "This place belongs to us. We bought it from the Brewsters in the spring. They moved over to Black River Forks. Our name is Chapman."
Poor Kate fell back on the pillow, quite overcome. "I--I beg your pardon," she said. "I--I thought the Brewsters lived here. Mrs.
Brewster is a friend of mine. My cousin and I are on our way to Bothwell and we called here to spend the night with Hannah. When we found everyone away we just came in and made ourselves at home."
"A likely story," said the red woman.
"We weren"t born yesterday," said the man.
Madam Black-and-White didn"t say anything, but when the other two had made their pretty speeches she doubled up in a silent convulsion of mirth, shaking her head from side to side and beating the air with her hands.
If they had been nice to us, Kate would probably have gone on feeling confused and ashamed. But when they were so disagreeable she quickly regained her self-possession. She sat up again and said in her haughtiest voice, "I do not know when you were born, or where, but it must have been somewhere where very peculiar manners were taught. If you will have the decency to leave our room--this room--until we can get up and dress we will not transgress upon your hospitality" (Kate put a most satirical emphasis on that word) "any longer. And we shall pay you amply for the food we have eaten and the night"s lodging we have taken."
The black-and-white apparition went through the motion of clapping her hands, but not a sound did she make. Whether he was cowed by Kate"s tone, or appeased by the prospect of payment, I know not, but Mr.
Chapman spoke more civilly. "Well, that"s fair. If you pay up it"s all right."
"They shall do no such thing as pay you," said Madam Black-and-White in a surprisingly clear, resolute, authoritative voice. "If you haven"t any shame for yourself, Robert Chapman, you"ve got a mother-in-law who can be ashamed for you. No strangers shall be charged for food or lodging in any house where Mrs. Matilda Pitman lives. Remember that I"ve come down in the world, but I haven"t forgot all decency for all that. I knew you was a skinflint when Amelia married you and you"ve made her as bad as yourself. But I"m boss here yet. Here, you, Robert Chapman, take yourself out of here and let those girls get dressed. And you, Amelia, go downstairs and cook a breakfast for them."
I never, in all my life, saw anything like the abject meekness with which those two big people obeyed that mite. They went, and stood not upon the order of their going. As the door closed behind them, Mrs.
Matilda Pitman laughed silently, and rocked from side to side in her merriment.
"Ain"t it funny?" she said. "I mostly lets them run the length of their tether but sometimes I has to pull them up, and then I does it with a jerk. Now, you can take your time about dressing, my dears, and I"ll go down and keep them in order, the mean scalawags."
When we descended the stairs we found a smoking-hot breakfast on the table. Mr. Chapman was nowhere to be seen, and Mrs. Chapman was cutting bread with a sulky air. Mrs. Matilda Pitman was sitting in an armchair, knitting. She still wore her bonnet and her triumphant expression. "Set right in, dears, and make a good breakfast," she said.
"We are not hungry," said Kate, almost pleadingly. "I don"t think we can eat anything. And it"s time we were on the trail. Please excuse us and let us go on."
Mrs. Matilda Pitman shook a knitting needle playfully at Kate. "Sit down and take your breakfast," she commanded. "Mrs. Matilda Pitman commands you. Everybody obeys Mrs. Matilda Pitman--even Robert and Amelia. You must obey her too."
We did obey her. We sat down and, such was the influence of her mesmeric eyes, we ate a tolerable breakfast. The obedient Amelia never spoke; Mrs. Matilda Pitman did not speak either, but she knitted furiously and chuckled. When we had finished Mrs. Matilda Pitman rolled up her knitting. "Now, you can go if you want to," she said, "but you don"t have to go. You can stay here as long as you like, and I"ll make them cook your meals for you."
I never saw Kate so thoroughly cowed.