The trail along the Flambeau, was dotted continuously with toiling human beasts of burden, that floundered laboriously beneath great packs of provisions and tools and other baggage, winding like an endless stream of ants through the hills to "No Creek" Lee Creek, where they re-enacted the scenes that were occurring in the town. Tents and cabins were scattered throughout the length of the valley, lumber was sawed for sluice-boxes, and the virginal breezes that had sucked through this seam in the mountains since days primeval came to smell of spruce fires and echo with the sounds of life.
A dozen tents were pitched on Lee"s discovery claim, for the owner had been besieged by men who clamored to lease a part of his ground, and, yielding finally, he had allotted to each of them a hundred feet.
Forth-with they set about opening their portions, for the ground was shallow, and the gold so near the surface that winter would interfere with its extraction; wherefore, they made haste. The owner oversaw them all, complacent in the certainty of a steady royalty accruing from the working of his allotments.
Every day there came into Flambeau exaggerated reports of new strikes in other spots, of strong indications and of rich prospects elsewhere.
Stories grew out of nothing, until the camp took an hysterical pleasure in exciting itself and deceiving every stranger who came from north or south, for the wine of discovery was in them all, and it pleased them to distort and enlarge upon every rumor that came their way, such being the temper of new gold-fields. They knew they were lying, and that all other men were lying also, and yet they hearkened to each tale and almost deceived themselves.
Burrell sought Necia at an early day and, in presence of her father, told her that he had been approached by men who wished to lease the claims he held for her. It would prove an inexpensive way to develop her holdings, he said, and she would run no risk; moreover, it would be rapid, and insure a quick return, for a lease so near to proven territory was in great demand. After some discussion this was arranged, and Meade, as trustee, allotted her ground in tracts, as Lee had done.
Poleon followed suit; but the trader chose to prospect his own claims, and to that end called in a train of stiff-backed Indian packers, moved a substantial outfit to the creek, and thereafter spent much of his time in the hills, leaving the store to Doret. He seemed anxious to get away from the camp and hide himself in the woods. Stark was almost constantly occupied at his saloon, for it was a mint, and ran day and night. Runnion was busy with the erection of a substantial structure of squared logs, larger than the trading-post, destined as a dance-hall, theatre, and gambling-house. Flambeau, the slumbrous, had indeed aroused itself, stretched its limbs, and sprung into vigorous, virile, feverish being, and the wise prophets were predicting another Dawson for it, notwithstanding that many blank spots had been found as the creek of Lee"s finding bared its bedrock to the miners. These but enhanced the value of the rich finds, however, for a single stroke of good-fortune will more than offset a dozen disappointments. The truth is, the stream was very spotted, and Leo had by chance hit upon one of the bars where the metal had lodged, while others above and below uncovered a bed-rock as barren as a clean-swept floor. In places they cross-cut from rim to rim, drove tunnels and drains and drifts, sunk shafts and opened trenches without finding a color that would ring when dropped in the pan; but that was an old, old story, and they were used to it.
During these stirring weeks of unsleeping activity Burrell saw little of Necia, for he had many things to occupy him, and she was detained much in the store, now that her father was away. When they met for a moment they were sure to be interrupted, while in and around the house Alluna seemed to be always near her. Even so, she was very happy; for she was sustained by the constant hectic excitement that was in the air and by her brief moments with Meade, which served to gladden her and make of the days one long, delicious, hopeful procession of undisturbed dreams and fancies. He was the same fond lover as on that adventurous journey up Black Bear Creek, and wooed her with a reckless fire that set her aglow. And so she hummed and laughed and dreamed the days away, her happiness matching the peace and gladness of the season.
With Burrell, on the contrary, it was a season of penance and flagellations of spirit, lightened only by the moments when he was with her, and when she made him forget all else. This d.a.m.nable indecision goaded him to self-contempt; he despised himself for his weakness; his social instincts and training, his sense of duty, and the amenities of life that proud men hold dear tugged steadily, untiringly at his reason, while the little imp of impulse sat grinning wickedly, ready to pop out and upset all his high resolutions. It raised such a tumult in his ears that he could not hear the other voices; it stirred his blood till it leaped and pounded, and then ran off with him to find this tiny brown and beaming witch who was at the bottom of it all.
No months in any clime can compare with an Arctic summer when Nature is kind, for she crowds into this short epoch all the warmth and brightness and splendor that is spread over longer periods in other lands, and every growing thing rejoices riotously in scent and color and profusion. It was on one of these heavenly days, spiced with the faintest hint of autumn, that Necia received the news of her good-fortune. One of her leasers came into the post to show her and Poleon a bag of dust. He and his partner had found the pay-streak finally, and he had come to notify her that it gave promise of being very rich, and now that its location was demonstrated, no doubt the other "laymen" would have it within a fortnight. As all of them were ready to begin sluicing as soon as the ground could be stripped, undoubtedly they would be able to take out a substantial stake before winter settled and the first frost closed them down.
She took the news quietly but with shining eyes, though her pleasure was no greater or more genuine than Poleon"s, who grasped both her hands in his and shouted, gleefully:
"Bien! I"m glad! You"ll be riche gal for sure now, an" wear plaintee fine dress lak" I fetch you. Jus" t"ink, you fin" gol" on your place more queecker dan your fader, an" he"s good miner, too. Ha! Dat"s bully!"
"Oh, Poleon! I"ll be a fine lady, after all," she cried--"just as I"ve dreamed about! Wasn"t it beautiful, that pile of yellow grains and nuggets? Dear, dear! And part of it is mine! You know I"ve never had money. I wonder what it is like to be rich!"
"How I"m goin" tell you dat?"
"Oh, well, they will find it on your claims very soon."
He shook his head. "You better knock wood w"en you say dat. Mebbe I draw de blank again; n.o.body can"t tell. I"ve do de sam" t"ing before, an" dose men w"at been workin" my groun" dey"re gettin" purty blue."
"It"s impossible. You"re sure to strike it, or if you don"t, you can have half of what I make--I"ll be too wealthy, anyhow, so you might as well."
He laughed again, at which she suddenly remembered that he had not laughed very much of late, or else she had been too deeply absorbed in her own happiness to mark the lack of his songs and merriment.
"When you do become a Flambeau king," she continued, "what will you do with yourself? Surely you won"t continue that search for your far country. It could never be so beautiful as this." She pointed to the river that never changed, and yet was never the same, and to the forests, slightly tinged with the signs of the coming season. "Just look at the mountains," she mused, in a hushed voice; "see the haze that hangs over them--the veil that G.o.d uses to cover up his treasures." She drew a deep breath. "The breeze fairly tastes with clean things, doesn"t it? Do you know, I"ve often wanted to be an animal, to have my senses sharpened--one of those wild things with a funny, sharp, cold nose. I"d like to live in the trees and run along the branches like a squirrel, and drink in the perfume that comes on the wind, and eat the tender, growing things. The sun is bright enough and the world is good enough, but I can"t feel enough. I"m incomplete."
"It"s very fine," agreed the Canadian. "I don" see w"y anybody would care for livin" on dem cities w"en dere"s so much nice place outside."
"Oh, but the cities must be fine also," said she, "though, of course, they can"t be as lovely as this. Won"t I be glad to see them!"
"Are you goin" away?" he inquired, quickly.
"Of course." Then glimpsing his downcast face, she hastened to add, "That is, when my claims turn out rich enough to afford it."
"Oh," he said, with relief. "Dat"s different. I s"pose it mus" be purty dull on dem beeg town; now"ere to go, not"in" to see "cept lot of houses."
"Yes," said Necia, "I"ve no doubt one would get tired of it soon, and long for something to do and something really worth while, but I should like to try it once, and I shall as soon as I"m rich enough. Won"t you come along?"
"I don" know," he said, thoughtfully; "mebbe so I stay here, mebbe so I tak" my canoe an" go away. For long tam" I t"ink dis Flambeau she"s de promis" lan" I hear callin" to me, but I don" know yet for w"ile."
"What kind of place is that land of yours, Poleon?"
"Ha! I never see "im, but she"s been cryin" to me ever since I"m little boy. It"s a place w"ere I don" get too hot on de summer an" too col" on de winter; it"s place w"ere birds sing an" flowers blossom an" de sun shine, an" w"ere I can sleep widout dreamin" "bout it all de tam"."
"Why, it"s the land of content--you"ll never discover it by travel.
I"ll tell you a secret, Poleon. I"ve found it--yes, I have. It lies here." She laid her hand on her breast. "Father Barnum told me the story of your people, and how it lives in your blood--that hunger to find the far places; it"s what drove the voyageurs and coureur du bois from Quebec to Vancouver, and from the Mississippi to Hudson"s Bay. The wanderl.u.s.t was their heritage, and they pushed on and on without rest, like the salmon in the spring, but they were different in this: that they never came back to die."
"Dat"s me! I never see no place yet w"at I care for die on, an" I never see no place yet w"at I care for see again "cept dis Flambeau. I lak"
it, dis one, purty good so far, but I ain" know w"en I"m goin" get tire". Dat depen"s." There was a look of great tenderness in his eyes as he bent towards her and searched her face, but she was not thinking of him, and at length he continued:
"Fader Barnum, he"s goin" be here nex" Sonday for cheer up dem Injun.
Constantine she"s got de letter."
"Why, that"s the day after to-morrow!" cried Necia. "Oh, won"t I be glad to see him!"
"You don" get dem kin" of mans on de beeg cities," said Poleon. "I ain"
never care for preachin" much, an" dese feller w"at all de tam" pray an" sing t"rough de nose, dey mak" me seeck. But Fader Barnum--Ba Gar!
She"s the swell man."
"Do you know," said Necia, wistfully, "I"ve always wanted him to marry me."
"You t"inkin" "bout marry on some feller, eh?" said the other, with an odd grin. "Wal! w"y not? He"ll be here all day an" night. S"pose you do it. Mos" anybody w"at ain" got some wife already will be glad for marry on you--an" mebbe some feller w"at has got wife, too! If you don" lak"
dem, an" if you"re goin" marry on SOMEBODY, you can be wife to me."
Necia laughed lightly. "I believe you WOULD marry me if I wanted you to; you"ve done everything else I"ve ever asked. But you needn"t be afraid; I won"t take you up." In all her life this man had never spoken of love to her, and she had no hint of the dream he cherished. He had sung his songs to her and told her stories till his frank and boyish mind was like an open page to her; she knew the romance that was the very fibre of him, and loved his exaggerated chivalry, for it minded her of old tales she had read; but that he could care for her save as a friend, as a brother--such a thought had never dawned upon her.
While they were talking a boat had drawn insh.o.r.e and made fast to the bank in front of them. An Indian landed and, approaching, entered into talk with the Frenchman.
By-and-by Poleon turned to the girl, and said:
"Dere"s"hondred marten-skin come in; you min" de store w"ile I mak"
trade wit" dis man."
Together the two went down to the boat, leaving Necia behind, and not long after Runnion sauntered up to the store and addressed her familiarly.
"h.e.l.lo, Necia! I just heard about the strike on your claim. That"s fine and dandy."
She acknowledged his congratulations curtly, for although it was customary for most of the old-timers to call her by her Christian name, she resented it from this man. She chose to let it pa.s.s, however.
"I had some good news last night myself," he continued. "One of my men has. .h.i.t some good dirt, and we"ll know what it means in a day or so.
I"ll gamble we"re into the money big, though, for I always was a lucky cuss. Say, where"s your father?"
"He"s out at the mine."
"We"ve used up all of our bar sugar at the saloon, and I want to buy what you"ve got."
"Very well, I"ll get it for you."
He followed her inside, watching her graceful movements, and attempting, with his free-and-easy insolence, to make friendly advances, but, seeing that she refused to notice him, he became piqued, and grew bolder.