Blondin, being left to himself, had sought the companionship of his pipe, and was dozing over the fire, more than half asleep--at least not more awake than was consistent with the keeping of his pipe between his lips. Ever and anon he was startled into a more wakeful condition by the tremendous blasts which frequently shook the house; but these did not disturb him much, for he had helped to build the house, and knew that it was strong.
We were all indeed pretty well tired by our recent exertions, and rather sleepy, so that the game languished a little. Salamander, having obtained permission to retire, was in bed in his own corner-room, entertaining us with a duet through the nose--if I may call that a duet in which both nostrils played the same air.
"Check!" said Lumley, rousing himself a little, and placing a knight in such a position as to endanger my king.
"Mate!" I exclaimed ruefully.
"Hallo!" cried Blondin, waking up at the familiar word.
"No--not that sort of mate," said I, with a laugh, "but the--"
I stopped abruptly, for at that moment we heard a sound that sent a thrill to our hearts. It was something between a rend and a crash. We looked at each other in consternation.
"The dam"s going," exclaimed Lumley.
Another crash, that there was no misunderstanding, proved that it was gone.
We ran towards the back door, but before reaching it, we had an additional proof that was even more convincing than the last. A rush of tumultuous water was heard outside. Next moment the back door was burst inward, and a deluge of water met us. Lumley, who was nearest the door, was swept off his legs, and came against me with such violence that I fell over him. Blondin, who was furthest off, tried to stop us, but also went down, and all three were swept into the lower side of the hall amid a jumble of tables, chairs, billets of wood, stray garments, and chessmen.
The fire had been put out; so had the candle, and we were thus in nearly pitch darkness, when we heard a yell from Salamander. It was followed by a great splash, and we dimly perceived something like a half-naked ghost floundering towards us.
It was Salamander!
"Hold on!" shouted Lumley.
"Dere"s noting to hold on to, monsieur," cried the interpreter in desperation, as he tripped over something and rose again--gasping.
The rush was over in half a minute, but the great weight of water that had entered held the front door, which opened inwards, so tight, that our hall was converted into a water-tank about three feet deep, while a huge ma.s.s of logs and debris outside blocked the opening of the back door.
"Stay, don"t move till I get a light," cried Lumley, wading to the corner cupboard, where, on an upper shelf, we kept our candles, with flint, steel, and tinder.
While he was striking a light we all stood silent and shivering, but when a candle was with difficulty lighted, I burst into an irresistible fit of laughter for the scene we presented was ludicrous in the extreme.
It was not our woe-begone looks which tickled me, so much as the helpless, drowned-rat-like aspect we had all a.s.sumed--all except our chief, whose tall, strong figure holding a candle over his dishevelled head looked like the spirit of destruction presiding over a scene of desolation.
A rapping at the front door was the first thing that recalled us to the necessity for action.
"Is it drownded ye all are, Muster Lumley?"
It was the voice of Donald Bane.
"Not quite," cried Lumley, with a laugh and a shiver. "Come in, Donald."
"Ay, ay, sur, I would come in if I could, but the door won"t open."
"Shove hard, Donald."
"I wull, sur. Here, Shames, lend a hand."
We heard both the Highlanders put their broad backs against the door and groan in Gaelic as they heaved, but they might as well have tried to lift the house. They caused the door to crack, however.
"Wheesht! What"s that Shames?"
"We"ve splut the toor, Tonald."
"Never mind; heave again, boys," cried Lumley.
At that moment poor Salamander, who was groping about with nothing but his shirt on, stumbled over something, and, in trying to recover himself, pitched head first against the door with considerable violence.
This was a climax. The door, although it had withstood the pressure from without, could not resist this additional pressure within. It collapsed and burst outwards suddenly. The great ma.s.s of water went forth with the gushing hilarity of a prisoner set free, and, with something like a roar of triumph, carried Salamander like a chip on its crest. He was launched into the bosom of the amazed James Dougall, who incontinently went with the stream, laying hold of and carrying off Donald Bane as he pa.s.sed.
After a few turns over on the lawn, the three men regained their footing, and made their way back to the house, while the stream, subsiding almost immediately, left us in peace to make the best of what James Dougall called a paad chob!
What had actually occurred was this: the rock that held the main supports of our dam, being detached from the cliff as Lumley had surmised, had been undermined by the unusual floods of the previous week. Even in that condition it might have remained fast, so strong was our artificial b.u.t.tress, but as the foundation wore away the rock heeled over to one side a little; this deranged the direct action of the b.u.t.tresses, and in an instant they flew aside. The rock was hurled over, and the whole of our dam was dashed in dire confusion into the bed of the stream. It was this choking of the natural channel which sent the great flood over our lawn, and, as we have seen, created such a hubbub in the hall.
Of course all danger was now past. The roaring torrent soon forced its way into its own bed again, and all we had to do was to repair damages as well as we could, and make ourselves as comfortable for the night as circ.u.mstances would admit of.
Fortunately the next day was fine and warm, with brilliant sunshine.
Being Sunday we let everything remain just as it was, for Lumley and I were of the same mind in regard to the Sabbath-day, and, from the commencement of our expedition, had as far as possible rested from all week-day labour on that day. Both of us had been trained to do so from infancy.
Well do I remember my dear old father"s last advice to me on this subject. "Punch," said he, "wherever you go, my boy, `remember the Sabbath-day to keep it holy." You"ll be tempted to do ordinary work, and to go in for ordinary amus.e.m.e.nt on that day, but don"t do it, my boy--don"t do it. Depend upon it, a blessing always attends the respecter of the Sabbath."
"But, father," said I, venturing for the first time in my life to echo what I had often heard said, "is it true, as some people a.s.sert, that the Sabbath is a Jewish inst.i.tution, and no longer binding on Christians? Pardon my venturing to repeat this objection--"
"Objection!" interrupted my father, "why, dear boy, there"s nothing I like better than to hear fair, honest objections, because then I can meet them. How can the Sabbath be a Jewish inst.i.tution when the commandment begins with `remember"? The day to be remembered was inst.i.tuted at Creation, given to man as a blessed day of rest from toil, and recognised as binding by our Saviour, when He sanctioned works of necessity and mercy on that day."
I never forgot my father"s advice on this subject, and have experienced mental, physical, and spiritual benefit as the result.
Owing to our belief in the Sabbath, then, we invariably, while travelling, remained in camp on that clay, and found that we not only did not lose, but actually had gained in speed at the end of each week-- comparing our rate of progress with that of those who did not rest on Sundays. And I now recall to mind a certain bishop of the Church of England who, while travelling in the great Nor"-west between two well-known stations, made the fastest journey on record, although he regularly remained in camp on the Sabbath-day. On that day, also, after our arrival at Lake Wichikagan, and all through the winter, Lumley made a regular practice of a.s.sembling the men and reading a sermon from a book which he had brought for the purpose. And he did not neglect instruction of another kind, to which I shall refer as well as to our winter amus.e.m.e.nts, in the proper place.
During all this time our larder had been well supplied by Blondin with fresh fish from the lake, and by the Indians with haunches of reindeer and moose, or elk, venison. They also brought us beaver-meat, the tails of which were considered the best portions. Bear"s-meat was offered us, but we did not relish it much, possibly from prejudice; but we would have been glad of it, doubtless, if reduced to short allowance. Of course wild-fowl of all kinds were plentiful, and many of these were shot by Lumley and myself, as well as by our men.
Some of the geese we had at first salted, but, the frost having come, we were by that time able to preserve fish and meat quite fresh for winter use--so that both net and gun were in constant occupation.
One day, while Lumley and I were sitting at dinner--which we usually took about noon--we were agreeably surprised by the appearance of a strange Indian, and still more agreeably surprised by his entering the hall and holding out a packet to Lumley. Having delivered it, the man, who looked wayworn, strode to the fire, sat quietly down and began to smoke a pipe which I had handed to him ready charged.
"Why, what"s this?" exclaimed Lumley, unwrapping the covering of the packet, "not a letter, surely!--yes, I declare it is--and from Macnab too. Come, this _is_ an unlooked-for treat."
I was quite excited--indeed we both were--for a letter in those regions was about as rare as snow in July.
Lumley opened it hastily and read as follows:--
"My dear Lumley, you will be surprised to get a letter from me, and dated, too, from an unknown post. Yes, my boy, like yourself, I have been transferred from my old home, to this region, which is not more than two hundred miles from your present residence. The governor sent me to establish it soon after you left. I have named it the _Mountain House_, because there"s a thing the shape and size of a sugar-loaf behind it. So, I"ll hope to look you up during the winter. Before going further let me give you a piece of news--I"ve got my sister out here to stay with me! Just think of that!"
At this point Lumley laid down the letter and stared at me.
"Why, Max, such a thing was never heard of before! If he had got a wife, now, I could have understood it, but a sister!"
"Well, whatever she is to him, she"s a civilised white woman, and that"s a sight worth seeing in those regions. I wonder what she"s like?" said I.