The room in which he sat was a fair specimen of the dwellings devoted to the _employes_ of the Hudson"s Bay Company throughout the country.
It was large, and low in the roof, built entirely of wood, which was unpainted; a matter, however, of no consequence, as, from long exposure to dust and tobacco smoke, the floor, walls, and ceiling had become one deep, uniform brown. The men"s beds were constructed after the fashion of berths on board ship, being wooden boxes ranged in tiers round the room. Several tables and benches were strewn miscellaneously about the floor, in the centre of which stood a large double iron stove, with the word _"Carron"_ stamped on it. This served at once for cooking and warming the place. Numerous guns, axes, and canoe-paddles hung round the walls or were piled in corners, and the rafters sustained a miscellaneous ma.s.s of materials, the more conspicuous among which were snow-shoes, dog-sledges, axe-handles, and nets.
Having filled and lighted his pipe, Tom Whyte thrust his hands into his deerskin mittens, and sauntered off to perform his errand.
CHAPTER IV.
A wolf-hunt in the prairies--Charley astonishes his father, and breaks in the "noo "oss" effectually.
During the long winter that reigns in the northern regions of America, the thermometer ranges, for many months together, from zero down to 20, 30, and 40 degrees _below_ it. In different parts of the country the intensity of the frost varies a little, but not sufficiently to make any appreciable change in one"s sensation of cold. At York Fort, on the sh.o.r.es of Hudson"s Bay, where the winter is eight months long, the spirit-of-wine (mercury being useless in so cold a climate) sometimes falls so low as 50 degrees below zero; and away in the regions of Great Bear Lake it has been known to fall considerably lower than 60 degrees below zero of Fahrenheit. Cold of such intensity, of course, produces many curious and interesting effects, which, although scarcely noticed by the inhabitants, make a strong impression upon the minds of those who visit the country for the first time. A youth goes out to walk on one of the first sharp, frosty mornings. His locks are brown and his face ruddy. In half-an-hour he returns with his face blue, his nose frost-bitten, and his locks _white_--the latter effect being produced by his breath congealing on his hair and breast, until both are covered with h.o.a.r-frost. Perhaps he is of a sceptical nature, prejudiced it may be, in favour of old habits and customs; so that, although told by those who ought to know that it is absolutely necessary to wear moccasins in winter, he prefers the leather boots to which he has been accustomed at home, and goes out with them accordingly In a few minutes the feet begin to lose sensation. First the toes, as far as feeling goes, vanish; then the heels depart, and he feels the extraordinary and peculiar and altogether disagreeable sensation of one who has had his heels and toes amputated, and is walking about on his insteps. Soon, however, these also fade away, and the unhappy youth rushes frantically home on the stumps of his ankle-bones--at least so it appears to him, and so in reality it would turn out to be if he did not speedily rub the benumbed appendages into vitality again.
The whole country during this season is buried in snow, and the prairies of Red River present the appearance of a sea of the purest white for five or six months of the year. Impelled by hunger, troops of prairie wolves prowl round the settlement, safe from the a.s.sault of man in consequence of their light weight permitting them to scamper away on the surface of the snow, into which man or horse, from their greater weight, would sink, so as to render pursuit either fearfully laborious or altogether impossible. In spring, however, when the first thaws begin to take place, and commence that delightful process of disruption which introduces this charming season of the year, the relative position of wolf and man is reversed. The snow becomes suddenly soft, so that the short legs of the wolf, sinking deep into it, fail to reach the solid ground below, and he is obliged to drag heavily along; while the long legs of the horse enable him to plunge through and dash aside the snow at a rate which, although not very fleet, is sufficient nevertheless to overtake the chase and give his rider a chance of shooting it. The inhabitants of Red River are not much addicted to this sport, but the gentlemen of the Hudson"s Bay Service sometimes practise it; and it was to a hunt of this description that our young friend Charley Kennedy was now so anxious to go.
The morning was propitious. The sun blazed in dazzling splendour in a sky of deep unclouded blue, while the white prairie glittered as if it were a sea of diamonds rolling out in an unbroken sheet from the walls of the fort to the horizon, and on looking at which one experienced all the pleasurable feelings of being out on a calm day on the wide, wide sea, without the disagreeable consequence of being very, very sick.
The thermometer stood at 39 in the shade, and "everythin_k_" as Tom Whyte emphatically expressed it, "looked like a runnin" of right away into slush." That unusual sound, the trickling of water, so inexpressibly grateful to the ears of those who dwell in frosty climes, was heard all around, as the heavy ma.s.ses of snow on the housetops sent a few adventurous drops gliding down the icicles which depended from the eaves and gables; and there was a balmy softness in the air that told of coming spring. Nature, in fact, seemed to have wakened from her long nap, and was beginning to think of getting up. Like people, however, who venture to delay so long as to _think_ about it, Nature frequently turns round and goes to sleep again in her icy cradle for a few weeks after the first awakening.
The scene in the court-yard of Fort Garry harmonised with the cheerful spirit of the morning. Tom Whyte, with that upright solemnity which const.i.tuted one of his characteristic features, was standing in the centre of a group of horses, whose energy he endeavoured to restrain with the help of a small Indian boy, to whom meanwhile he imparted a variety of useful and otherwise unattainable information.
"You see, Joseph," said he to the urchin, who gazed gravely in his face with a pair of very large and dark eyes, "ponies is often skittish.
Reason why one should be, an" another not, I can"t comprehend. P"r"aps it"s nat"ral, p"r"aps not, but howsomediver so "tis; an" if it"s more nor above the likes o" _me_, Joseph, you needn"t be suprised that it"s somethink haltogether beyond _you_."
It will not surprise the reader to be told that Joseph made no reply to this speech, having a very imperfect acquaintance with the English language, especially the peculiar dialect of that tongue in which Tom Whyte was wont to express his ideas, when he had any.
He merely gave a grunt, and continued to gaze at Tom"s fishy eyes, which were about as interesting as the face to which they belonged, and _that_ might have been mistaken for almost anything.
"Yes, Joseph," he continued, "that"s a fact. There"s the noo brown o"ss now, _it"s_ a skittish "un. And there"s Mr. Kennedy"s gray mare, wot"s a standin" of beside me, she ain"t skittish a bit, though she"s plenty of spirit, and wouldn"t care hanythink for a five-barred gate. Now, wot I want to know is, wot"s the reason why?"
We fear that the reason why, however interesting it might prove to naturalists, must remain a profound secret for ever; for just as the groom was about to entertain Joseph with one of his theories on the point, Charley Kennedy and Harry Somerville hastily approached.
"Ho, Tom!" exclaimed the former, "have you got the miller"s pony for me?"
"Why, no, sir; "e "adn"t got his shoes on, sir, last night--"
"Oh, bother his shoes!" said Charley, in a voice of great disappointment. "Why didn"t you bring him up without shoes, man, eh?"
"Well, sir, the miller said "e"d get "em put on early this mornin", an"
I "xpect "e"ll be "ere in "alf-a-hour at farthest, sir."
"Oh, very well," replied Charley, much relieved, but still a little nettled at the bare possibility of being late.--"Come along, Harry; let"s go and meet him. He"ll be long enough of coming if we don"t go to poke him up a bit."
"You"d better wait," called out the groom, as the boys hastened away.
"If you go by the river, he"ll p"r"aps come by the plains; and if you go by the plains, he"ll p"r"aps come by the river."
Charley and Harry stopped and looked at each other. Then they looked at the groom, and as their eyes surveyed his solemn, cadaverous countenance, which seemed a sort of bad caricature of the long visages of the horses that stood around him, they burst into a simultaneous and prolonged laugh.
"He"s a clever old lamp-post," said Harry at last: "we had better remain, Charley."
"You see," continued Tom Whyte, "the pony"s "oofs is in an "orrible state. Last night w"en I see"d "im I said to the miller, says I, "John, I"ll take "im down to the smith d"rectly." "Very good," said John. So I "ad him down to the smith--"
The remainder of Tom"s speech was cut short by one of those unforeseen operations of the laws of nature which are peculiar to arctic climates.
During the long winter repeated falls of snow cover the housetops with white mantles upwards of a foot thick, which become gradually thicker and more consolidated as winter advances. In spring the suddenness of the thaw loosens these from the sloping roofs, and precipitates them in ma.s.ses to the ground. These miniature avalanches are dangerous, people having been seriously injured and sometimes killed by them. Now it happened that a very large ma.s.s of snow, which lay on and partly depended from the roof of the house near to which the horses were standing, gave way, and just at that critical point in Tom Whyte"s speech when he ""ad "im down to the smith," fell with a stunning crash on the back of Mr. Kennedy"s gray mare. The mare was not "skittish"--by no means--according to Tom"s idea, but it would have been more than an ordinary mare to have stood the sudden descent of half-a-ton of snow without _some_ symptoms of consciousness. No sooner did it feel the blow than it sent both heels with a bang against the wooden store, by way of preliminary movement, and then rearing up with a wild snort, it sprang over Tom Whyte"s head, jerked the reins from his hand, and upset him in the snow. Poor Tom never _bent_ to anything. The military despotism under which he had been reared having subst.i.tuted a touch of the cap for a bow, rendered it unnecessary to bend; prolonged drill, laziness, and rheumatism made it at last impossible. When he stood up, he did so after the manner of a pillar; when he sat down, he broke across at two points, much in the way in which a foot-rule would have done had _it_ felt disposed to sit down; and when he fell, he came down like an overturned lamp-post. On the present occasion Tom became horizontal in a moment, and from his unfortunate propensity to fall straight, his head, reaching much farther than might have been expected, came into violent contact with the small Indian boy, who fell flat likewise, letting go the reins of the horses, which latter no sooner felt themselves free than they fled, curvetting and snorting round the court, with reins and manes flying in rare confusion.
The two boys, who could scarce stand for laughing, ran to the gates of the fort to prevent the chargers getting free, and in a short time they were again secured, although evidently much elated in spirit.
A few minutes after this Mr. Grant issued from the princ.i.p.al house leaning on Mr. Kennedy"s arm, and followed by the senior clerk, Peter Mactavish, and one or two friends who had come to take part in the wolf-hunt. They were all armed with double or single barrelled guns or pistols, according to their several fancies. The two elderly gentlemen alone entered upon the scene without any more deadly weapons than their heavy riding-whips. Young Harry Somerville, who had been strongly advised not to take a gun lest he should shoot himself or his horse or his companions, was content to take the field with a small pocket-pistol, which he crammed to the muzzle with a compound of ball and swan-shot.
"It won"t do," said Mr. Grant, in an earnest voice, to his friend, as they walked towards the horses--"it won"t do to check him too abruptly, my dear sir."
It was evident that they were recurring to the subject of conversation of the previous day, and it was also evident that the father"s wrath was in that very uncertain state when a word or look can throw it into violent agitation.
"Just permit me," continued Mr. Grant, "to get him sent to the Saskatchewan or Athabasca for a couple of years. By that time he"ll have had enough of a rough life, and be only too glad to get a berth at headquarters. If you thwart him now, I feel convinced that he"ll break through all restraint."
"Humph!" e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed Mr. Kennedy, with a frown--"Come here, Charley," he said, as the boy approached with a disappointed look to tell of his failure in getting a horse; "I"ve been talking with Mr. Grant again about this business, and he says he can easily get you into the counting-room here for a year, so you"ll make arrangements--"
The old gentleman paused. He was going to have followed his wonted course by _commanding_ instantaneous obedience; but as his eye fell upon the honest, open, though disappointed face of his son, a gush of tenderness filled his heart. Laying his hand upon Charley"s head, he said, in a kind but abrupt tone, "There now, Charley, my boy, make up your mind to give in with a good grace. It"ll only be hard work for a year or two, and then plain sailing after that, Charley!"
Charley"s clear blue eyes filled with tears as the accents of kindness fell upon his ear.
It is strange that men should frequently be so blind to the potent influence of kindness. Independently of the Divine authority, which a.s.sures us that "a soft answer turneth away wrath," and that "_love_ is the fulfilling of the law," who has not, in the course of his experience, felt the overwhelming power of a truly affectionate word; not a word which possesses merely an affectionate signification, but a word spoken with a gush of tenderness, where love rolls in the tone, and beams in the eye, and revels in every wrinkle of the face? And how much more powerfully does such a word or look or tone strike home to the heart if uttered by one whose lips are not much accustomed to the formation of honeyed words or sweet sentences! Had Mr. Kennedy, senior, known more of this power, and put it more frequently to the proof, we venture to affirm that Mr. Kennedy, junior, would have _allowed_ his _"flint to be fixed"_ (as his father pithily expressed it) long ago.
Ere Charley could reply to the question, Mr. Grant"s voice, pitched in an elevated key, interrupted them.
"Eh! what?" said that gentleman to Tom Whyte. "No horse for Charley!
How"s that?"
"No, sir," said Tom.
"Where"s the brown pony?" said Mr. Grant, abruptly.
"Cut "is fetlock, sir," said Tom, slowly.
"And the new horse?"
""Tan"t "alf broke yet, sir."
"Ah! that"s bad.--It wouldn"t do to take an unbroken charger, Charley; for although you are a pretty good rider, you couldn"t manage him, I fear. Let me see."
"Please, sir," said the groom, touching his hat, "I"ve borrowed the miller"s pony for "im, and "e"s sure to be "ere in "alf-a-hour at farthest."
"Oh, that"ll do," said Mr. Grant; "you can soon overtake us. We shall ride slowly out, straight into the prairie, and Harry will remain behind to keep you company."
So saying, Mr. Grant mounted his horse and rode out at the back gate, followed by the whole cavalcade.
"Now this is too bad!" said Charley, looking with a very perplexed air at his companion. "What"s to be done?"