"Nelly, ye-a-a-ow!" exclaimed Roy, yawning as he awoke on the following morning from a dream, in which bears figured largely; "what a night I"ve had of it, to be sure--fightin" like a mad buffalo with--" Here Roy paused abruptly.
"Well, what were you fighting with?" asked Nell, with a smile that ended in a yawn.
"I won"t tell you just now, la.s.s, as it might spoil your appet.i.te for breakfast. Set about getting that ready as fast as you can, for I want to be off as soon as possible to visit my snares."
"I guess we shall have rabbits for dinner to-day."
"What are you going to do with the sled?" inquired Nelly, observing that her brother was overhauling the lashings and drag-rope.
"Well, I set a lot o" snares, an" there"s no sayin" how many rabbits may have got into "em. Besides, if the rabbits in them parts are tender-hearted, a lot o" their relations may have died o" grief, so I shall take the sled to fetch "em all home!"
After breakfast Roy loaded his gun with ball, and putting on his snow-shoes, sallied forth with an admonition to his sister to "have a roarin" fire ready to cook a rare feast!"
Nelly laughingly replied, that she would, and so they parted.
The first part of Roy"s journey that day led him through a thickly-wooded part of the country. He went along with the quick, yet cautious and noiseless, step of a hunter accustomed to the woods from infancy. His thoughts were busy within him, and far away from the scene in which he moved; yet, such is the force of habit, he never for a moment ceased to cast quick, inquiring glances on each side as he went along. Nothing escaped his observation.
"Oh, if I could only get a deer this day," thought he, "how scrumptious it would be!"
What he meant by "scrumptious" is best known to himself, but at that moment a large deer suddenly--perhaps scrumptiously!--appeared on the brow of a ridge not fifty yards in advance of him. They had been both walking towards each other all that forenoon. Roy, having no powers of scent beyond human powers, did not know the fact, and as the wind was blowing from the deer to the hunter, the former--gifted though he was with scenting powers--was also ignorant of the approaching meeting.
One instant the startled deer stood in bewildered surprise. One instant Roy paused in mute amazement. The next instant the deer wheeled round, while Roy"s gun leaped to his shoulder. There was a loud report, followed by reverberating echoes among the hills, and the deer lay dead on the snow.
The young hunter could not repress a shout of joy, for he not only had secured a n.o.ble stag, but he had now a sufficiency of food to enable him to resume his homeward journey.
His first impulse was to run back to the hut with the deer"s tongue and a few choice bits, to tell Nelly of his good fortune; but, on second thoughts, he resolved to complete the business on which he had started.
Leaving the deer where it fell he went on, and found that the snares had been very successful. Some, indeed, had been broken by the strength of the boughs to which they had been fastened, and others remained as he had set them; but above two-thirds of them had each a rabbit hung up by the neck, so that the sled was pretty well loaded when all the snares had been visited.
He had by this time approached the spot where the bear-trap was set, and naturally began to grow a little anxious, for, although his chance of success was very slight, his good fortune that morning had made him more sanguine than usual.
There is a proverb which a.s.serts that "it never rains but it pours." It would seem to be a common experience of mankind that pieces of good fortune, as well as misfortunes, come not singly. Whether the proverb be true or no, this experience was realised by Roy on that day, for he actually did find a bear in his trap! Moreover it was alive, and, apparently, had only just been caught, for it struggled to free itself with a degree of ferocity that was terrible to witness.
It was an ordinary black bear of considerable size and immense strength.
Heavy and thick though the trees were that lay on its back and crushed it to the earth, it caused them to shake, leap, and quiver as though they had been endowed with life. Roy was greatly alarmed, for he perceived that at each successive struggle the brute was ridding itself of the superinc.u.mbent load, while fierce growls and short gasps indicated at once the wrath and the agony by which it was convulsed.
Roy had neglected to reload his piece after shooting the deer--a most un-hunter-like error, which was the result of excitement. Thinking that he had not time to load, he acted now on the first suggestion of his bold spirit. Resting his gun against a tree, he drew the small axe that hung at his belt and attacked the bear.
The first blow was well delivered, and sank deep into bruin"s skull; but that skull was thick, and the brain was not reached. A roar and a furious struggle caused Roy to deliver his second blow with less effect, but this partial failure caused his pugnacity to rise, and he immediately rained down blows on the head and neck of the bear so fast and furious that the snow was speedily covered with blood. In proportion as Roy strove to end the conflict by vigorous and quick blows, the bear tried to get free by furious efforts. He shook the tree-stem that held him down so violently that one of the other trees that rested on it fell off, and thus the load was lightened. Roy observed this, and made a desperate effort to split the bear"s skull.
In his haste he misdirected the blow, which fell not on the head but on the neck, in which the iron head of the axe was instantly buried--a main artery was severed, and a fountain of blood sprang forth. This was fortunate, for the bear"s strength was quickly exhausted, and, in less than two minutes after, it sank dead upon the snow.
Roy sat down to rest and wipe the blood from his hands and garments, and then, cutting off the claws of the animal as a trophy, he left it there for a time. Having now far more than it was possible for him to drag to the hut, he resolved to proceed thither with the rabbits, and bring Nelly back to help him to drag home the deer.
"Well done, Roy," cried Nelly, clapping her hands, when her brother approached with the sled-load of rabbits, "but you are covered with blood. Have you cut yourself?"
She became nervously anxious, for she well knew that a bad cut on a journey costs many a man his life, as it not only disables from continuing the journey but from hunting for provisions.
"All right, Nell, but I"ve killed a deer--and--and--something else!
Come, la.s.s, get on your snow-shoes and follow me. We"ll drag home the deer, and then see what is to be done with the--"
"Oh, _what_ is it? do tell!" cried Nell, eagerly.
"Well, then, it"s a bear!"
"Nonsense!--tell me true, now."
"That"s the truth, Nell, as you shall see, and here are the claws. Look sharp, now, and let"s off."
Away went these two through the snow, until they came to where the deer had been left. It was hard work to get it lashed on the sled, and much harder work to drag it over the snow, but by dint of perseverance and resolution they got it home. They were so fatigued, however, that it was impossible to think of doing the same with the bear. This was a perplexing state of things, for Roy had observed a wolf-track when out, and feared that nothing but the bones would be left in the morning.
"What _is_ to be done?" said Nelly, with that pretty air of utter helplessness which she was wont to a.s.sume when she felt that her brother was the proper person to decide.
Roy pondered a few moments, and then said abruptly, "Camp-out, Nelly."
"Camp-out?"
"Ay, beside the bear--keep it company all night with a big fire to scare away the wolves. We"ll put everything into the hut, block up the door, and kindle a huge fire outside that will burn nearly all night. So now, let"s go about it at once."
Although Nelly did not much relish the idea of leaving their comfortable hut, and going out to encamp in the snow beside the carcase of a dead bear, she was so accustomed to regard her brother"s plans as perfect, and to obey him promptly, that she at once began to a.s.sist in the necessary preparations. Having secured everything safely in the hut, and kindled a fire near it, which was large enough to have roasted an ox, they set off for the bear-trap, and reached it in time to scare away a large wolf which was just going to begin his supper on bruin.
An encampment was then made in the usual way, close to the bear-trap, a fire as large as could be conveniently made was kindled, and the brother and sister wrapped themselves in their blankets and lay comfortably down beside it to spend the night there.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN.
"SHOOSKIN"."
Next day Roy and Nelly rose with the sun, and spent the forenoon in skinning and cutting up the bear, for they intended to dry part of the meat, and use it on their journey. The afternoon was spent in dragging the various parts to the hut. In the evening Roy proposed that they should go and have a shoosk. Nelly agreed, so they sallied forth to a neighbouring slope with their sledge.
Shoosking, good reader, is a game which is played not only by children but by men and women; it is also played in various parts of the world, such as Canada and Russia, and goes by various names; but we shall adopt the name used by _our_ hero and heroine, namely "shoosking." It is very simple, but uncommonly violent, and consists in hauling a sledge to the top of a snow-hill or slope, getting upon it, and sliding down to the bottom. Of course, the extent of violence depends on the steepness of the slope, the interruptions that occur in it, and the nature of the ground at the bottom. We once shoosked with an Indian down a wood-cutter"s track, on the side of a steep hill, which had a sharp turn in it, with a pile of firewood at the turn, and a hole in the snow at the bottom, in which were a number of old empty casks. Our great difficulties in this place were to take the turn without grazing the firewood, and to stop our sledges before reaching the hole. We each had separate sledges. For some time we got on famously, but at last _we_ ran into the pile of firewood, and tore all the b.u.t.tons off our coat, and the Indian went down into the hole with a hideous crash among the empty casks; yet, strange to say, neither of us came by any serious damage!
"There"s a splendid slope," said Roy, as they walked briskly along the sh.o.r.es of Silver Lake, dragging the sledge after them, "just beyond the big cliff, but I"m afraid it"s too much for _you_."
"Oh, _I_ can go if you can," said Nell, promptly.
"You"ve a good opinion of yourself. I guess I could make you sing small if I were to try."
"Then don"t try," said Nelly, with a laugh.
"See," continued Roy, "there"s the slope; you see it is very steep; we"d go down it like a streak of greased lightnin"; but I don"t like to try it."
"Why not? It seems easy enough to me. I"m sure we have gone down as steep places before at home."
"Ay, la.s.s, but not with a round-backed drift like that at the bottom.
It has got such a curve that I think it would make us fly right up into the air."
Nelly admitted that it looked dangerous, but suggested that they might make a trial.
"Well, so we will, but I"ll go down by myself first," said Roy, arranging the sledge at the summit of a slope, which was full fifty feet high.