Every bend offered us charming surprises. Sometimes a muskrat swam hastily in a pointed furrow of ripple; vanishing wings, barely sensed in the flash, left us staring; stealthy withdrawals of creatures, whose presence we realized only in the fact of those withdrawals, snared our eager interest; porcupines rattled and rustled importantly and regally from the water"s edge to the woods; herons, ravens, an occasional duck, croaked away at our approach; thrice we surprised eagles, once a ta.s.sel-eared Canada lynx. Or, if all else lacked, we still experienced the little thrill of pleased novelty over the disclosure of a group of silvery birches on a knoll; a magnificent white pine towering over the beech and maple forest; the unexpected aisle of a long, straight stretch of the little river.
Deuce approved thoroughly. He stretched himself and yawned and shook off the water, and glanced at me open-mouthed with doggy good-nature, and set himself to acquiring a conscientious olfactory knowledge of both banks of the river. I do not doubt he knew a great deal more about it than we did. Porcupines aroused his special enthusiasm.
Incidentally, two days later he returned to camp after an expedition of his own, bristling as to the face with that animal"s barbed weapons.
Thenceforward his interest waned.
We ascended the charming little river two or three miles. At a sharp bend to the east a huge sheet of rock sloped from a round gra.s.s knoll spa.r.s.ely planted with birches directly down into a pool. Two or three tree trunks jammed directly opposite had formed a sort of half dam under which the water lay dark. A tiny gra.s.s meadow forty feet in diameter narrowed the stream to half its width.
We landed. d.i.c.k seated himself on the shelving rock. I put my fish-rod together. Deuce disappeared.
Deuce always disappeared whenever we landed. With nose down, hind quarters well tucked under him, ears flying, he quartered the forest at high speed, investigating every nook and cranny of it for the radius of a quarter of a mile. When he has quite satisfied himself that we were safe for the moment, he would return to the fire, where he would lie, six inches of pink tongue vibrating with breathlessness, beautiful in the consciousness of virtue. d.i.c.k generally sat on a rock and thought.
I generally fished.
After a time Deuce returned. I gave up flies, spoons, phantom minnows, artificial frogs, and crayfish. As d.i.c.k continued to sit on the rock and think, we both joined him. The sun was very warm and grateful, and I am sure we both acquired an added respect for d.i.c.k"s judgment.
Just when it happened neither of us was afterwards able to decide.
Perhaps Deuce knew. But suddenly, as often a figure appears in a cinematograph, the diminutive meadow thirty feet away contained two deer. They stood knee-deep in the gra.s.s, wagging their little tails in impatience of the flies.
"Look a" there!" stammered d.i.c.k aloud.
Deuce sat up on his haunches.
I started for my camera.
The deer did not seem to be in the slightest degree alarmed. They pointed four big ears in our direction, ate a few leisurely mouthfuls of gra.s.s, sauntered to the stream for a drink of water, wagged their little tails some more, and quietly faded into the cool shadows of the forest.
[Ill.u.s.tration: AT SUCH A TIME YOU WILL MEET WITH ADVENTURES.]
An hour later we ran out into reeds, and so to the lake. It was a pretty lake, forest-girt. Across the distance we made out a moving object which shortly resolved itself into a birch canoe. The canoe proved to contain an Indian, an Indian boy of about ten years, a black dog, and a bundle. When within a few rods of each other we ceased paddling, and drifted by with the momentum. The Indian was a fine-looking man of about forty, his hair bound with a red fillet, his feet incased in silk-worked moccasins, but otherwise dressed in white men"s garments. He smoked a short pipe, and contemplated us gravely.
"Bo" jou", bo" jou"," we called in the usual double-barrelled North Country salutation.
"Bo" jou", bo" jou," he replied.
"Kee-gons?" we inquired as to the fishing in the lake.
"ah-hah," he a.s.sented.
We drifted by each other without further speech. When the decent distance of etiquette separated us we resumed our paddles.
I produced a young cable terminated by a tremendous spoon and a solid bra.s.s snell as thick as a telegraph wire. We had laid in this formidable implement in hopes of a big muscallunge. It had been trailed for days at a time. We had become used to its vibration, which actually seemed to communicate itself to every fibre of the light canoe. Every once in a while we would stop with a jerk that would nearly snap our heads off. Then we would know we had hooked the American continent. We had become used to that also. It generally happened when we attempted a little burst of speed. So when the canoe brought up so violently that all our tinware rolled on Deuce, d.i.c.k was merely disgusted.
"There she goes again," he grumbled. "You"ve hooked Canada."
Canada held quiescent for about three seconds. Then it started due south.
"Suffering serpents!" shrieked d.i.c.k.
"Paddle, you sulphurated idiot!" yelled I.
It was most interesting. All I had to do was to hang on and try to stay in the boat. d.i.c.k paddled and fumed and splashed water and got more excited. Canada dragged us bodily backward.
Then Canada changed his mind and started in our direction. I was plenty busy taking in slack, so I did not notice d.i.c.k. d.i.c.k was absolutely demented. His mind automatically reacted in the direction of paddling.
He paddled, blindly, frantically. Canada came surging in, his mouth open, his wicked eyes flaming, a tremendous indistinct body lashing foam. d.i.c.k glanced once over his shoulder, and let out a frantic howl.
"You"ve got the sea-serpent!" he shrieked.
I turned to fumble for the pistol. We were headed directly for a log stranded on sh.o.r.e, and about ten feet from it.
"d.i.c.k!" I yelled in warning.
He thrust his paddle out forward just in time. The stout maple bent and cracked. The canoe hit with a b.u.mp that threw us forward. I returned to the young cable. It came in limp and slack.
We looked at each other sadly.
"No use," sighed d.i.c.k at last. "They"ve never invented the words, and we"d upset if we kicked the dog."
I had the end of the line in my hands.
"Look here!" I cried. That thick bra.s.s wire had been as cleanly bitten through as though it had been cut with clippers. "He must have caught sight of you," said I.
d.i.c.k lifted up his voice in lamentation. "You had four feet of him out of water," he wailed, "and there was a lot more."
"If you had kept cool," said I severely, "we shouldn"t have lost him.
You don"t want to get rattled in an emergency; there"s no sense in it."
"What were you going to do with that?" asked d.i.c.k, pointing to where I had laid the pistol.
"I was going to shoot him in the head," I replied with dignity. "It"s the best way to land them."
d.i.c.k laughed disagreeably. I looked down. At my side lay our largest iron spoon.
We skirted the left-hand side of the lake in silence. Far out from sh.o.r.e the water was ruffled where the wind swept down, but with us it was as still and calm as the forest trees that looked over into it.
After a time we turned short to the left through a very narrow pa.s.sage between two marshy sh.o.r.es, and so, after a sharp bend of but a few hundred feet, came into the other river.
This was a wide stream, smoothly hurrying, without rapids or tumult.
The forest had drawn to either side to let us pa.s.s. Here were the wilder reaches after the intimacies of the little river. Across stretches of marsh we could see an occasional great blue heron standing mid-leg deep. Long strings of ducks struggled quacking from invisible pools. The faint marsh odour saluted our nostrils from the point where the lily-pads flashed broadly, ruffling in the wind. We dropped out the smaller spoon and masterfully landed a five-pound pickerel. Even Deuce brightened. He cared nothing for raw fish, but he knew their possibilities. Towards evening we entered the hilly country, and so at the last turned to the left into a sand cove where grew maples and birches in beautiful park order under a hill. There we pitched camp, and, as the flies lacked, built a friendship-fire about which to forgather when the day was done.
d.i.c.k still vocally regretted the muscallunge told him of my big bear.
One day, late in the summer, I was engaged in packing some supplies along an old fur trail north of Lake Superior. I had accomplished one back-load, and with empty straps was returning to the cache for another. The trail at one point emerged into and crossed an open park some hundreds of feet in diameter, in which the gra.s.s grew to the height of the knee. When I was about halfway across, a black bear arose to his hind legs not ten feet from me, and remarked _Woof!_ in a loud tone of voice. Now, if a man were to say _woof_ to you unexpectedly, even in the formality of an Italian garden or the accustomedness of a city street, you would be somewhat startled. So I went to camp. There I told them about the bear. I tried to be conservative in my description, because I did not wish to be accused of exaggeration. My impression of the animal was that he and a spruce tree that grew near enough for ready comparison were approximately of the same stature. We returned to the gra.s.s park. After some difficulty we found a clear footprint. It was a little larger than that made by a good-sized c.o.o.n.
"So, you see," I admonished didactically, "that lunge probably was not quite so large as you thought."
"It may have been a Chinese bear," said d.i.c.k dreamily--"a Chinese lady bear of high degree."
I gave him up.