Quonab wanted tobacco--and a change.
Rolf wanted a rifle, and to see the Van Trumpers--and a change.
So June 1st saw them all aboard, with Quonab steering at the stern, and Skook.u.m bow-wowing at the bow, bound for the great centre of Warren"s settlement--one store and three houses, very wide apart.
There was a n.o.ble flush of water in the streams, and, thanks to their axe work in September, they pa.s.sed down Jesup"s River without a pause, and camped on the Hudson that night, fully twenty-five miles from home.
Long, stringing flocks of pigeons going north were the most numerous forms of life. But a porcupine on the bank and a bear in the water aroused Skook.u.m to a pitch of frightful enthusiasm and vaulting ambition that he was forced to restrain.
On the evening of the third day they landed at Warren"s and found a hearty welcome from the trader, who left a group of loafers and came forward:
"Good day to ye, boy. My, how ye have growed."
So he had. Neither Rolf nor Quonab had remarked it, but now they were much of the same height. "Wall, an" how"d ye make out with yer hunt?--Ah, that"s fine!" as each of them dropped a fur pack on the counter. "Wall, this is fine; we must have a drink on the head of it,"
and the trader was somewhat nonplussed when both the trappers refused.
He was disappointed, too, for that refusal meant that they would get much better prices for their fun But he concealed his chagrin and rattled on: "I reckon I"ll sell you the finest rifle in the country this time," and he knew by Rolf"s face that there was business to do in that line.
Now came the listing of the fur, and naturally the bargaining was between the shrewd Yankee boy and the trader. The Indian stood shyly aside, but he did not fail to help with significant grunts and glances.
"There, now," said Warren, as the row of martens were laid out side by side, "thirty martens--a leetle pale--worth three dollars and fifty cents each, or, to be generous, we"ll say four dollars." Rolf glanced at Quonab, who, unseen by the trader shook his head, held his right hand out, open hollow up, then raised it with a jerk for two inches.
Quickly Rolf caught the idea and said; "No, I don"t reckon them pale.
I call them prime dark, every one of them." Quonab spread his hand with all five fingers pointed up, and Rolf continued, "They are worth five dollars each, if they"re worth a copper."
"Phew!" said the trader. "you forget fur is an awful risky thing; what with mildew, moth, mice, and markets, we have a lot of risk. But I want to please you, so let her go; five each. There"s a fine black fox; that"s worth forty dollars."
"I should think it is," said Rolf, as Quonab, by throwing to his right an imaginary pinch of sand, made the sign "refuse."
They had talked over the value of that fox skin and Rolf said, "Why, I know of a black fox that sold for two hundred dollars."
"Where?"
"Oh, down at Stamford."
"Why, that"s near New York."
"Of course; don"t you send your fur to New York?"
"Yes, but it costs a lot to get it there.
"Now," said Warren, "if you"ll take it in trade, I"ll meet you half-way and call it one hundred dollars."
"Make it one hundred and twenty-five dollars and I"ll take a rifle, anyway."
"Phew!" whistled the trader. "Where do ye get such notions?"
"Nothing wrong about the notion; old Si Sylvanne offered me pretty near that, if I"d come out his way with the stuff."
This had the desired effect of showing that there were other traders. At last the deal was closed. Besides the fox skin, they had three hundred dollars" worth of fur. The exchange for the fox skin was enough to buy all the groceries and dry goods they needed. But Rolf had something else in mind.
He had picked out some packages of candies, some calico prints and certain bright ribbons, when the trader grasped the idea. "I see; yer goin" visitin". Who is it? Must be the Van Trumpers!"
Rolf nodded and now he got some very intelligent guidance. He did not buy Annette"s dress, because part of her joy was to be the expedition in person to pick it out; but he stocked up with some gorgeous pieces of jewellery that were ten cents each, and ribbons whose colours were as far beyond expression as were the joys they could create in the backwoods female heart.
Proudly clutching his new rlile, and carrying in his wallet a memorandum of three hundred dollars for their joint credit, Rolf felt himself a person of no little importance. As he was stepping out of the store, the trader said, "Ye didn"t run across Jack Hoag agin, did ye?"
"Did we? Hmph!" and Rolf told briefly of their experience with that creature.
"Just like him, just like him; served him right; he was a dirty cuss.
But, say; don"t you be led into taking your fur out Lyons Falls way.
They"re a mean lot in there, and it stands to reason I can give you better prices, being a hundred miles nearer New York."
And that lesson was not forgotten. The nearer New York the better the price; seventy-five dollars at Lyons Falls; one hundred and twenty-five dollars at Warren"s; two hundred dollars at New York. Rolf pondered long and the idea was one which grew and bore fruit.
Chapter 51. Back at Van Trumper"s
"Nibowaka"--Quonab always said "Nibowaka" when he was impressed with Rolf"s astuteness--"What about the canoe and stuff?"
"I think we better leave all here. Callan will lend us a canoe." So they shouldered the guns, Rolf clung to his, and tramped across the portage, reaching Callan"s in less than two hours.
"Why, certainly you can have the canoe, but come in and eat first," was the kindly backwoods greeting. However, Rolf was keen to push on; they launched the canoe at once and speedily were flashing their paddles on the lake.
The place looked sweetly familiar as they drew near. The crops in the fields were fair; the crop of chickens at the barn was good; and the crop of children about the door was excellent.
"Mein Hemel! mein Hemel!" shouted fat old Hendrik, as they walked up to the stable door. In a minute he was wringing their hands and smiling into great red, white, and blue smiles. "Coom in, coom in, lad. Hi, Marta, here be Rolf and Quonab. Mein Hemel! mein Hemel! what am I now so happy."
"Where"s Annette?" asked Rolf.
"Ach, poor Annette, she fever have a little; not mooch, some," and he led over to a corner where on a low cot lay Annette, thin, pale, and listless.
She smiled faintly, in response, when Rolf stooped and kissed her.
"Why, Annette, I came back to see you. I want to take you over to Warren"s store, so you can pick out that dress. See, I brought you my first marten and I made this box for you; you must thank Skook.u.m for the quills on it."
"Poor chile; she bin sick all spring," and Marta used a bunch of sedge to drive away the flies and mosquitoes that, ba.s.s and treble, hovered around the child.
"What ails her?" asked Rolf anxiously.
"Dot ve do not know," was the reply.
"Maybe there"s some one here can tell," and Roll glanced at the Indian.
"Ach, sure! Have I you that not always told all-vays--eet is so.
All-vays, I want sumpin bad mooch. I prays de good Lord and all-vays, all-vays, two times now, He it send by next boat. Ach, how I am spoil,"
and the good Dutchman"s eyes filled with tears of thankfulness.