"Come away, then," continued the hospitable Highlander. "You shall hev a pipe of it, whatever."
He handed her a large plug of tobacco, and the woman, sitting down close to young Duncan, produced her pipe, and drew out a knife for the purpose of cutting up the tobacco.
"Hallo!" exclaimed Duncan, "where did you get hold o" my knife?"
He stopped abruptly--a little confused in spite of himself. For the moment he had quite forgotten that the knife had been left in the camp where he had slain Perrin, and the sudden sight of it had thrown him off his guard. It was now too late to unsay the words, but not too late to mislead his hearers.
"I got it from Marie Blanc," said Slowfoot with a look of surprise.
"Does the knife belong to Cloudbrow?"
"I think it does. I"m almost sure it iss mine. Let me see it,"
returned Duncan, taking the knife from the woman"s hand, and examining it with cool and critical deliberation.
"No," continued he, "it iss not mine, but very like one that I lost--so like that I felt sure at first it wa.s.s mine."
Men who lie, usually overact their part. Duncan glanced suspiciously at Dan to see how he took the explanation as he returned the knife to Slowfoot, and Dan observed the glance, as being uncalled for-- unnatural--in the circ.u.mstances.
Dan was by no means of a suspicious nature, nevertheless the glance haunted him for many a day after that. Suspicion once aroused is a ghost which is not easily laid. He tried to shake it off, and he carefully, loyally, kept it confined in his own breast; but, do what he would, he could not banish entirely from his mind that Duncan McKay--the brother of his Elspie--had some sort of guilty knowledge of the murder of poor Henri Perrin.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN.
DIFFICULTIES OF VARIOUS KINDS OVERCOME.
When the bright warm days and cool starry nights of the Indian summer gave place to the sharp days and frosty nights of early winter--when young ice formed on the lakes and rendered canoeing impossible, and the ducks and geese had fled to warmer climes, and the Frost King had sent his first messengers of snow to cover the wilderness with a winding-sheet and herald his return to the Winter Palace--then it was that the banished Red River settlers began to feel the pinch of poverty and to understand the full extent of the calamity that had befallen them.
We have not s.p.a.ce to follow them through all the details of that winter at Jack River. Some died, all suffered more or less; but they had to endure it, for escape from the country to the civilised world was even more difficult and hopeless than escape from the dreaded wilds of Siberia. The men hunted, fished under the ice, trapped, and sustained themselves and their families in life during the long, dreary winter; the only gain being that they became more or less expert at the Red-man"s work and ways of life.
Only two of the Indians remained with them to help them over their difficulties--namely, Okematan and Kateegoose, with their respective squaws. These last were invaluable as the makers of moccasins and duffle socks and leathern coats, without which existence in such a climate would have been impossible. They also imparted their knowledge in such matters to the squaws of the white men.
There was one friend, however, who did not remain with the settlers when things began to look dismal around them. This was the amiable, musical, story-telling La Certe. That tender-hearted man could not endure the sight of human distress. If he could not relieve it, he felt constrained to shut his eyes to it and to flee from it. At the first indication of the approach of winter he had come to old McKay with that peculiarly mild, humble, deprecatory expression of countenance with which he was wont to preface an appeal for a.s.sistance of some sort.
"What iss it you will be wantin" _now_?" demanded the old man, rather testily, for he had an aversion to the half-breed"s sneaking ways.
"Surely you will not be wantin" more powder an" shot efter the supply I gave you last week?"
O no! nothing could be further from the mind of La Certe. He had plenty of ammunition and provisions. He had only come to say that he was going back to--to--Red River.
"Weel, weel," returned the Highlander, "there is no call for hesitation, man, in tellin" me that. I will not be breakin" my heart when ye are gone. I suppose that now ye hev got the best the season can supply, ye think the comforts o" the Settlement will be more to your taste."
The remonstrative expression on La Certe"s face deepened. The idea of his own taste or comfort had not once entered his head: but he had a wife and child whom he was bound to consider, and he had a hut--a home-- in Red River which he felt constrained to look after. Besides, he had social duties of many kinds which claimed attention.
"I"ve no doubt ye hev," said McKay, with a short sarcastic laugh, "an"
ye will attend to them too--I"ll be bound. But ye did not come here, I suppose, to take a tender farewell o" me. What iss it you will be wantin"? Oot wi" it, man!"
"There is a canoe--" said La Certe, with some hesitation.
"There iss many a canoe!" returned McKay with a peculiar grin.
"True, but there is one on the sh.o.r.e now, close to the flat rock which--"
"My own canoe!" interrupted the other, "what will ye be wantin" wi"
that?"
La Certe did not wish to appear greedy, but the season was late, and his own canoe was not in a very fit condition to carry a family round the sh.o.r.es of a lake so large as Lake Winnipeg. Would the white father lend his canoe to him? It could not be wanted much longer that Fall, and the one he would leave behind him was an excellent canoe for ordinary fishing and hunting purposes. He would be quite willing to hire the canoe or to pay the full price for it if any accident should happen to it.
"No," said McKay, firmly. "No, La Certe; your hiring means borrowing, and your payin" means owin" a debt for the remainder o" your natural life. I will see you at the bottom o" Lake Winnipeg before I will be lending you my canoe."
La Certe smiled sadly, and gazed at the cap with which his hands played, as if appealing to it for sympathy.
With an aspect of the profoundest resignation he made his bow and left the Presence.
But La Certe was not in the least put out by this failure. He went to his tent, and recounted the interview to his squaw, who, when he entered, was in the act of giving her child, a creature of about four years of age, one or two draws of her pipe, to let it taste how nice it was.
Smoking in calm placidity, the amiable pair discussed the subject. The conclusion they came to was, as usual, harmonious.
"I think he will agree to lend it next time I go to him," said La Certe, hopefully.
"He will give in," replied Slowfoot, decidedly.
The four-year-old could not understand the subject, and made no comment; but it howled for another smoke, and got it.
La Certe was wrong, and his wife was right--as usual. Old McKay did not agree to "lend" his canoe the "next time," or the next again, but he did "give in" at last, more, perhaps, to get rid of the half-breed"s importunity than because of good-will, and sold the canoe to him--on credit.
When that winter was over, the Hudson"s Bay Company again encouraged the settlers to return, under promise of protection, and the spring found the persevering people, in spite of all difficulties and previous failures, busy putting into the ground what little seed they possessed, and otherwise cultivating the soil.
Some of them there were, however, who, after lending a hand in this work, determined to provide second strings to their bows by following the buffalo-hunters to the plains. These were chiefly the young and strong men, such as Dan Davidson and his brother Peter, Fergus McKay, Antoine Dechamp, and Jacques Boura.s.sin, among many others.
La Certe also went, as well as his squaw and the four-year-old. He managed the thing characteristically thus.
When the half-breeds were making preparations for their spring hunt, he paid a visit to Duncan McKay, who was busy at the time helping his father and brother to rebuild their house. Indeed the edifice was almost rebuilt, for the erection of small wooden houses does not usually take long.
"You"ve come to beg, borrow, or steal, no doubt," said Cloudbrow, who was worthy of his nickname, for he was as short of temper as Duncan senior.
No, La Certe had come to do none of these things, he said, with a conciliatory smile.
"Well, then, you can"t have come to buy or to ask advances," growled Duncan; "for you see that our store and all we possessed has been burnt by your precious countrymen."
La Certe knew this, and professed himself profoundly grieved as well as indignant with his countrymen. No, he did not come to buy or to borrow, but to hire. The McKays had still some horses left, and carts. Could they not spare a horse and cart to him on hire?
"No, we can do nothing of the sort," said Duncan shortly, resuming his axe and work. "You can go to the Company. Perhaps they will trust you--though they are fools if they do."
La Certe was regretful, but not cast down. He changed the subject, commented on the building that was going on, the prospects of a good harvest, and finally took refuge in that stale old subject, the weather.
Then he said in a casual way--as if it had just occurred to him--
"By the way--that knife that my wife got from Marie Blanc--"
Young McKay stopped, and looked quickly up for a moment, with a slight flush, but instantly resumed work.