Thad cast his eye upward several times during the progress of the meal.
"You seem to be anxious about something Mr. Scout Master?" remarked Step Hen, who had been highly favored that morning, being chosen to accompany the leader on a hunt for fresh meat; and Step Hen was therefore more interested than the others in what seemed to have aroused the attention of Thad.
"I was wondering whether we mightn"t get our first snow-storm before another sundown, that"s all," replied the other, with a smile.
"Now, however could you tell that, when everything looks bright, and oh-be-joyful to me up yonder?" burst out the wondering b.u.mpus.
"Well, there are some things one can know, partly by instinct, and find it pretty hard to explain," Thad went on to say. "I seem to feel a something in the air that says "snow" as plain as words. It may be just a sort of dampness; but that"s the way about it. Then I notice the direction of the wind, which is northwest; and the cut of those few cirrus clouds lying low near the horizon. I can"t exactly explain so that you could understand, but if I was asked my opinion, I"d say we"ll see the snow flakes flying before many hours."
"How about that?" demanded Step Hen, turning on Eli and Jim.
"He"s right, "cause thar"s agoin" ter be summat o" a fall. P"raps "twon"t amount ter much, n.o.body kin tell that; but it sez snow, all right," the first guide observed, after taking a look all around.
"Me tew," was all Jim said; but he accompanied the words with a vigorous nod in the affirmative, that stood for a lot.
"That settles it," Step Hen declared. "I"m going out prepared for business. Never did like to be snowed under, any way you take it."
"Too bad we ain"t got a snow shovel along," remarked Giraffe, sarcastically.
"Oh! you can joke all you want to," snapped back the other; "you"re so lofty you needn"t mind an ordinary snowfall. If it got up to your chin, you could still manage to stretch that rubber neck of yours around, and feel comfortable. But I ain"t in the same cla.s.s, you see, with my ordinary figure, and short neck. But all I meant to say was, that I"d keep my sweater on under my coat, and stick my woolen gloves in my pockets."
"Loan you my earm.u.f.fs if you say the word, Step Hen," spoke up b.u.mpus.
"Well, now, that"s decent of you, b.u.mpus," the other scout remarked; "but you see, this old corduroy cap of mine has earflaps that can be turned down. It"s just a bully thing for a cold, windy day. But after such a generous offer, b.u.mpus, why, I give you my full permission to turn over your badge. You"ve begun the day bright and early, by trying to do a generous deed for a comrade."
Of course, what Step Hen referred to was the well-known rule by which the great body of members composing the Boy Scouts" organization of America has been governed, in order to teach the units of each patrol and troop the benefits to be derived from making themselves useful to others.
In the morning every scout is supposed to pin his badge upside-down, on the lapel of his coat; and is not allowed to change its position until he has found an opportunity for helping some one, either by act, or advice that is really useful. It may only be a very simple thing; but it teaches the lad, first of all, the useful attribute of observation; and after that the still more precious one of service. Even though he but a.s.sist an old man across a street where vehicles are numerous; or take a market basket from the hands of a housewife, who is staggering homeward under the heavy burden, the effect is the same.
It makes his boyish heart thrill with a satisfaction that develops the trait of generosity; and gives every lad a more manly sensation; for he realizes that small though he may seem, he is of some value to the world.
"Oh!" said b.u.mpus, blushing, "I guess I hadn"t ought to take advantage of such a little thing as that, so"s to get my badge turned. I"ll find a chance to do something that"s more worth while, before the morning"s an hour old. And Step Hen, if you bring home the bacon in the shape of a n.o.ble six-p.r.o.nged buck, you must let me take your picture, with your foot on the prize. Why, it will be the most valuable heirloom in your family, years from now. Your great grandchildren will point to it in pride, and tell how you slew the Jabberwock in the woods of Maine."
"Well," grinned Step Hen, "wait till I get the buck. I don"t count my chickens before they"re hatched. And I hope for one thing--that when we do come back, there"s going to be a little peace in the camp; and that our friend Giraffe here, will have solved the riddle that"s been worrying him so long. Them"s my sentiments."
Giraffe made a mock bow, as he remarked in his most amiable way:
"Much obliged for making that wish, Step Hen; and from present indications I"ve got a sort of hunch that something is going to happen along them lines. Woke up in the night after having a dream, and it all came to me like a flash, where I"d been making a mistake. And as soon as I get through eating, I"m going to work trying to start things just like I saw in my dream. Oh! I"ll get there, sooner or later, by hook or by crook. You never saw me give a thing up yet."
"Hey! what"s that?" remarked Davy Jones, quickly. "How about that time you got in old farmer Collins" watermelon patch one night, and hooked a nice big melon he had doctored, so as to teach the boys a lesson. Oh! I know, because I was along with the crowd; and seems to me you gave up everything you owned, during that never-to-be-forgotten hour. I know I did; and I"ve never eaten a melon since without shivering."
"Say, quit that melancholy subject, won"t you?" demanded b.u.mpus. "I don"t like to be reminded of my wicked past, because I"ve turned over a new leaf since I joined the scouts. Why, you couldn"t tempt me now with the biggest grandfather watermelon ever grown. B-r-r! It makes me shake, just to remember some things that happened in those old days, when I went with Giraffe, and Davy Jones, and the rest of that lark-loving crowd."
Half an hour afterwards Thad and Step Hen started out, guns in hand.
Knowing that the patrol leader was perfectly at home in the woods, no one bothered about giving them advice; or predicting all manner of direful calamities ahead. Let it snow and blow as it pleased, Thad was enough of a woodsman to know how to make himself comfortable, and get back to the camp on the lake sh.o.r.e in due season.
Of course b.u.mpus had been more or less disappointed because he did not have an early chance to prove the merits of his new gun, since he had been taking private lessons from one of the guides in the way of handling firearms. But Thad had promised that the fat boy and Giraffe should have the next chance for a hunt; they were canoemates, and seemed often thrown together, perhaps because they represented the "fat and the lean of it," and as b.u.mpus was fond of saying, "extremes meet."
Half an hour later, and the two young Nimrods had managed to get a couple of miles from the camp. But as yet they had not sighted that wonderful six-p.r.o.nged buck which Step Hen was to lay low. They walked along about fifty feet apart, Thad generously allowing his companion to be a little in advance of him. This he did really because he wished Step Hen to have the advantage of the first shot; being confident that if the other failed to bring down the game he would still have some show before the deer could vanish from sight.
Then again, it was just as well to have Step Hen in front. He was inclined to be nervous; and some sudden whirr of wings, as a partridge flew out of a nearby thicket, might cause his finger to press on the trigger of his gun a little harder than he intended. Thad believed in being on the safe side, every time.
Step Hen carried a lovely little repeating rifle of the thirty-thirty type; and his ammunition was of the soft-nosed kind, which, as it "mushrooms" on striking, is just as serviceable as a ball three times as large; while Thad had his double-barrel Marlin shotgun, a twelve bore, with buckshot sh.e.l.ls meant for big game.
As they were pa.s.sing through what seemed to be a tangle such as is seldom met with in the pine woods of Maine, where they had to dodge trailing vines, Step Hen, in trying to avoid one that threatened to catch him by the neck, managed to stumble over a log, and go sprawling forward, his gun flying from his grip, but fortunately not going off.
But immediately Step Hen commenced to thresh around, as he shouted out:
"Thad! Oh! Thad, hurry up, and help me out of this! My legs are twisted in the vine; and something bit me! I know it must a been a rattlesnake, and I"m a goner!"
CHAPTER IX.
STEP HEN"S GREAT LUCK.
"Snakes! well, Step Hen, you"re away off, if you think they"re ever found out, with the weather as biting as it is right now!" laughed Thad; who sized up the situation instantly, and knew full well there was nothing of the sort the matter with his hunting companion.
"Well, anyway, _something_ gave me a bite, and you can see the blood on my hand right now, Thad," whined Step Hen, crawling once more into view, and looking as though he could not be convinced to the contrary of his statement, just because of a little frost.
He held up his left hand as he spoke. Thad took hold of it, and with those keen eyes of his, managed to grapple with the facts immediately.
"You only managed to strike up against a sliver of wood, and got a splinter in your hand," he declared; "see here, I can show you," saying which he used the nails of his finger and thumb for a forceps, and drew out a little splinter that had pushed under the skin, just far enough to bring a drop or two of blood, and give Step Hen a sharp pain.
"Oh! thank you, Thad!" exclaimed the other, as though vastly relieved.
"You see, I just detest all kinds of crawlers the worst kind; and that talk about rattlers, and the bounty paid for their tails, must have been hanging on my mind. When I felt that sudden sharp jab, of course the first thing that flashed into my brain was that I"d tumbled on the nest of a rattlesnake, and he took me for one of the bounty jumpers. But only a sliver of wood--huh, I can stand that easy enough."
"Suck it good and plenty," advised the far seeing Thad. "I always do as soon as I get a cut of any kind, and especially if it"s a splinter.
Sometimes it keeps you from getting poison in your system, that makes a bad sore."
Step Hen obediently did as he was told. At least he had implicit confidence in the patrol leader, and was ready to follow his advice under the slightest provocation. That was a feather in the cap of Thad Brewster, in that he possessed the full confidence of his comrades. They believed in him, and were never in a state of mutiny concerning the orders he gave, as leader of the Silver Fox Patrol.
Once more the two boys tramped on. Thad thought it might be as well to impart a little useful information concerning the dormant condition of all snakes during winter time; and how many a bunch of the wrigglers he had found, while the cold season was on, looking as though they were frozen stiff.
This information he imparted in almost a whisper as they moved along.
When out looking for deer, a m.u.f.fler on speech is of paramount importance; and knowing all about this, Thad soon relapsed into silence.
"Tell you more some other time, Step Hen," he remarked as a wind-up; "that is, if you care to hear more about snakes. No matter how you dislike the breed, you really ought to know more than you seem to, about their habits. It might be the means of saving you from trouble some fine day, when, by accident, you happen to run across some reptile in the woods. And now we"ll forget all that. I"m not going to say another word, unless I have to."
They kept pushing on; and Step Hen began to believe they must be many miles from their starting point; at any rate he began to feel a little heavy-footed, though too proud to mention the fact to Thad. Besides, Step Hen had walked pretty good distances before, and believed that he must soon get what he called his "second wind." After that he would be good for hours, he fancied.
It must have been well on to eleven o"clock when Thad felt his companion nudge him in the back. As he turned to look, Step Hen made a suggestive gesture with his head, and pointed upwards.
There was a dead gray sky above them, and already a few scattered flakes of snow, really the first of the season, were drifting downward, looking like tiny feathers plucked from the downy breast of a snow goose.
Thad simply nodded his head to indicate that he too had observed them; and at the same time he shook his finger toward Step Hen, afraid lest the other might be itching to start a conversation. In fact, this was just what the other scout was hoping to do. This grim silence had begun to work upon his nerves--just walking on and on, with not a blessed sign of the fine buck they expected to get, commenced to pall upon Step Hen, in whom the instincts of a hunter had never been born; although of late he had begun to develop a taste for roaming the woods with a gun over his shoulder. But he had much to learn concerning the secrets that Nature hides from most eyes, but which are as the page of an open book to the favored few.