At first peace and prosperity attended us, at least in all the main lines of life, with only trivial variations, and we felt disposed to believe that the sunshine would continue to gladden us throughout the whole winter. But such was not to be the case. Soon after the events narrated in the last chapter, clouds began to gather, the peaceful flow of our life was interrupted, and at last a storm burst which filled the inhabitants of our little fort with consternation.
After the attempted murder by Attick on New Year"s Day, the Indians left the fort, taking their wounded friend along with them. No doubt they felt that it would be scarcely reasonable in them to expect to be entertained with the good things of the pale-faces after the dastardly attempt that had been made on our chief"s life. But Attick, who had been wounded more deeply in his feelings than in his body, resolved to be revenged. He was the more urged to this because his savage affections had been fixed on, and no doubt he had been sharp enough to perceive my own regard for the girl, and was jealous enough to believe that I would take advantage of my position and of her residence at the fort to supplant him.
Bad men invariably find like-minded spirits ready to help them in their dark designs. Among the redskins of his tribe Attick found no difficulty in securing the allegiance of one or two men, who were in the habit of looking up to him as their leader, and it was not very long before he found his opportunity--as shall soon be told. When the Macnabs had spent three weeks with us, they set off on the return journey to the Mountain Fort, taking Waboose along with them--for Jessie Macnab had taken so strong a fancy to the fair-haired half-caste that she had prevailed on her to agree to visit the Mountain Fort in company with her mother, from whom she refused to be separated even for a few days.
Before their departure, however, I had a conversation with Waboose, in which I reminded her of the packet about which she had spoken to me on a memorable occasion in the woods. I may remark here in pa.s.sing that I had conscientiously held to my promise to Lumley, and had carefully abstained from making the slightest effort to gain the girl"s affections, or to show her the state of my own feelings. Indeed, I had rather avoided her as much as possible without appearing rude or unkind.
Of course I could not however, help showing my pity for, and sympathy with, her poor invalid mother, and as I was the only one in our little community who possessed the smallest knowledge of medicine or surgery I was forced to visit their hut daily in the capacity of doctor.
"Waboose," said I, during the conversation above referred to, "you need not be anxious about your mother. I feel a.s.sured that her complaint is of such a nature that her general health will be benefited by a trip over the snow--provided she is kept warm and does not travel too far each day. Of course there is no fear of that, with you and Miss Macnab to look after her, and I have given careful directions to Mr Macnab how to treat her."
"You are very kind," replied the girl with much earnestness of tone and manner.
"And now, Waboose," I continued, "you remember saying long ago you would show me the packet that--"
"Yes, it is here," she said, quickly, taking it out of the folds of a light shawl which covered her shoulders--the gift of Jessie--and handing it to me.
"Thank you. Well, I will examine it carefully this afternoon and give it back to you to-morrow before you start."
"No, keep it. I can trust you," she said, with a simple look that somehow depressed me, for it was almost too simple and sisterly to my mind. "Besides," she added, "it is safer in your hands than mine, and when I come again you will explain to me what it contains."
Next day the party left us. It consisted of Macnab, who, with his wonted energy of nature, was leader and beater of the track; the sprightly Jessie in a cariole drawn by four dogs; Waboose"s mother in a similar cariole, and the fair Waboose herself, on snow-shoes, for she preferred the mode of travelling to which she had been most accustomed.
Two Indians dragging provision-sleds brought up the rear.
It had been arranged that I should convoy the party to their first bivouac in the snow, spend the night with them, and continue to journey with them the second day as far as was consistent with the possibility of returning to the fort that night. Jack Lumley accompanied us at first, but another small party of Indians had come in to stay at the fort at that time, and although he had, I am certain, a very strong desire to go further, with his usual self-sacrificing spirit when duty pointed another way, he turned and left us at the end of a few miles.
I spent the night in the snow-bivouac as arranged, and continued to journey onward with the party next day, until Macnab refused to let me go another step.
"Now, Max," he said, laughingly, "you must turn here. Why, man, it will be midnight before you get in, good walker though you be. Come, good-bye."
"Well, well, I suppose it"s better to turn since you seem tired of my company," said I, turning to Jessie, who stood up in her sleigh to shake hands. "Good-bye, Miss Macnab."
"Jessie, man, Jessie--none of your Miss Macnabs here, else I"ll tumble you into the snow by way of farewell," shouted the irrepressible Highlander.
"Very well, good-bye, Jessie," said I, with a laugh, though my heart was heavy enough. "Good-bye, Waboose--farewell all."
With a wave of his hand Macnab tramped on ahead, the sleigh-bells rang out merrily and the rest of the party followed.
After they had gone a few yards Waboose turned and waved her hand again.
As I looked on her fair face, glowing with health and exercise, her upright, graceful figure in its picturesque costume and her modest mien, I felt that two beams of light had shot from her bright blue eyes and pierced my heart right through and through. It was a double shot--both barrels, if I may say so--well aimed at the centre of the bull"s-eye!
Next moment she was gone--the whole party having dipped over the brow of a snow-drift.
"An Indian! a half-caste!" I exclaimed in a burst of contempt, going off over the plain at five miles an hour, "nothing of the sort. A lady--one of Nature"s ladies--born and br---no, not bred; no need for breeding where genuine purity, gentleness, tenderness, simplicity, modesty--"
I stuck at this point partly for want of words and partly because my snow-shoes, catching on a twig, sent my feet into the air and stuck my head and shoulders deep into a drift of snow. Though my words were stopped, however, the gush of my enthusiasm flowed steadily on.
"And what can be more worthy of man"s admiration and respectful affection?" I argued, as I recovered my perpendicular, coughed the snow out of my mouth and nose, and rubbed it out of my eyes; "what more worthy of true-hearted devotion than this--this--creature of--of light; this n.o.ble child of nature--this _Queen of the Wilderness_?"
I repeated "This Queen of the Wilderness" for a considerable time afterwards. It seemed to me a happy expression, and I dwelt upon it with much satisfaction as I sped along, sending the fine snow in clouds of white dust from my snow-shoes, and striding over the ground at such a pace that I reached Fort Wichikagan considerably before midnight in spite of Macnab"s prophecy.
I am not naturally p.r.o.ne thus to lay bare the secret workings of my spirit. You will, therefore, I trust, good reader, regard the revelation of these things as a special mark of confidence.
On reaching the fort I observed that a bright light streamed from the hall windows, casting a ruddy glow on the snow-heaps which had been shovelled up on each side of the footpath in front, and giving, if possible, a paler and more ghostly aspect to the surrounding scenery.
I went to one of the windows and, imitating Attick, flattened my nose against a pane. A pain was the immediate result, for, the gla.s.s being intensely cold, I was obliged to draw back promptly.
Lumley was seated alone at one side of the fire, in the familiar att.i.tude of a man who meditates profoundly--or sleepily; namely, with his legs stretched straight out in front of him, his hands deep in his trousers-pockets, and his chin sunk on his breast, while his eyes stared fixedly at the flames.
I was about to quit my post of observation when a sudden action of my friend arrested me.
Drawing up his legs, grasping his knees with his hands, turning his eyes to the ceiling with that gaze which implies that planks and roof count for nothing in the way of intercepting the flight of Mind to the realms of Inspiration, Lumley opened his handsome mouth and broke forth into song. He had a magnificently harsh voice. I could distinguish both air and words through the double windows. The song was that which I have already quoted elsewhere--"Lovely young Jessie, the flower of Dunblane."
The deep pathos of his tone was thrilling! It flashed a new thought into my brain. Then I became amazed at my own blind stupidity. I now understood the meaning of that restless activity which had struck me recently as being so uncharacteristic of my sedate friend; that anxiety to have all our food well cooked and nicely served, in one who habitually took food just as it came, and cared nothing for quality or appearance; that unusual effort to keep our hall neat and in order; those sharp reproofs to the astonished Salamander for failure in punctuality at meal-hours; that very slight indication of a more frequent use of the brush and comb, in one whose crisp curls required little aid from such implements.
Under the excitement of my discovery I burst into the room with, "Oh!
Lumley, you deceiver!" cutting him short in the very middle of those repeated "lovely young Jessies" which const.i.tute the very pith and marrow of the song.
"Why, Max! back already?" cried my friend, starting up with a slightly-confused look, which confirmed my suspicion, and rattling on at a pace which was plainly meant to carry me past the subject. "How you must have walked, to be sure, unless, indeed, you convoyed them only a short part of the way; but that could not have been the case. It would have been so unlike your gallant nature, Max--eh? Well, and how did they get on? Snow not too soft, I hope? Encampment comfortable? But no fear of that of course, with Peter Macnab as leader. No capsizes?"
"None," said I, seizing advantage of a slight pause; "everything went as well as possible, and the carioles went admirably--especially Jessie"s."
I looked at him pointedly as I said this, but he coolly stooped to lift a billet and put it on the fire as he rattled on again.
"Yes? That"s just what I hoped for, though I could not be quite sure of it for she has the old one which I had patched up as well as possible.
You see, as Macnab said--and of course I agreed with him--it was only fair that the invalid should have the strongest and easiest-going conveyance. By the way, Max, I"ve heard some news. Do you know that that scoundrel Attick is stirring up the tribes against us?"
"No--is he?" said I, quite forgetting the fair Jessie, at this piece of information.
"Yes, and the rascal, I fear, may do us irreparable damage before we can tame him, for he has considerable influence with the young and fiery spirits among the savages--so Big Otter says. Fortunately his power lies only in the tongue, at present, for it seems I broke his arm the night he tried to murder me; but that will mend in time."
"Very unfortunate," said I, "that this should happen at the beginning of our career in this region. We must thwart his plans if we can."
"Moreover," continued Lumley, with a sly look, "I am told that he has the presumption to aspire to the hand of Waboose!"
"Indeed!" I exclaimed, as a flame of indignation seemed to shoot through my whole frame; "we must thwart his plans in _that_ direction emphatically."
"Of course, of course," said my friend, gravely; "it would never do to let such a sweet girl throw herself away on a savage; besides, she"s such a favourite with Jessie Macnab, you know. It would never do-- never."
I looked at him quickly, but he was gazing abstractedly at the fire. I felt that I was no match for my friend at badinage, and gave it up!
"But what do you think he could do!" I asked with some anxiety, after a few minutes" thought. "You know that Waboose would as soon think of marrying that bloodthirsty savage as she would think of marrying a--a--"
"A pine-tree or a grizzly bear. Yes, I know," interrupted Lumley, "he will never get her with her own consent; but you know that savages have a knack of marrying women without their consent and then there is the possibility of his attempting to carry her off--and various other possibilities."
I saw that my friend was jestingly attempting to test my feelings, but I made no reply at first, though I felt strongly on the subject.
"Well, Lumley," said I, at length, "your first suggestion I meet with the reply that the consent of parents is not ignored among Indians, and that Waboose"s mother is an Indian of so high-minded and refined a nature--partly acquired, no doubt, from her husband--that _she_ will never consent to give her daughter to such a man; such a brute, I might say, considering what he attempted. As to Waboose herself, her father"s gentle nature in her secures her from such a misfortune; and as to her being carried off--well, I don"t think any savages would be bold enough to try to carry off anything from the grip of Peter Macnab, and when we get her back here we will know how to look after her."
"It may be so," said Lumley, with a sigh; "and now, my boy, to change the subject, we must buckle to our winter"s work in right good earnest; I mean what may be styled our philanthropic work; for the other work-- firewood-cutting, hunting, store arranging, preparation for the return of Indians in spring, with their furs, and all the other odds and ends of duty--is going along swimmingly; but our cla.s.ses must be resumed, now that the holidays are over, for we have higher interests to consider than the mere eating that we may live, and living that we may eat."