""Tis fine t" see a stranger, sir," welcomed Richard Gray, as he shook Shad"s hand warmly, "an" from Boston, too! I have hearn th" fishermen o" th" coast tell o" Boston more"n once, but I never were thinkin"
we"d have some one from Boston come t" our house! An" you comes all th" way from Boston, now?"
"Yes," admitted Shad, "but I feel sure I"m causing you and Mrs. Gray no end of inconvenience, coming at this time of night."
"Oh, no, sir! "Tis no inconvenience in th" least. We"re proud t" have you," a.s.sured Mrs. Gray, taking his hand. "Why, you"m wet, sir!" she exclaimed, noticing Shad"s clinging garments, and her motherly instinct at once a.s.serted itself. "You must have a change. Bob, lad, hold th" candle, now, whilst I get some dry clothes."
"Please don"t trouble yourself. I"m very comfortable by the fire; indeed, I am," Shad protested.
But Bob nevertheless held the candle while his mother selected a suit of warm underwear, a pair of woollen socks, a flannel outer shirt, and a pair of freshly washed white moleskin trousers from the chest of drawers.
"These be Bob"s clothes, but they"ll be a handy fit for you, I"m thinkin", for Bob an" you be as like in size as two duck"s eggs," she commented, looking the two over for comparison. "Now, Bob, light a candle an" show Mr. Trowbridge above stairs. When you"re changed, sir, bring your wet things down, an" we"ll hang un by th" stove t" dry."
"You"re very kind, Mrs. Gray," said Shad gratefully, turning to follow Bob.
In the attic were three bunks spread with downy Hudson"s Bay Company blankets, two stools, and a small table. It contained no other furniture, but was beautifully clean. There was an open window at either end, one looking toward the water, the other toward the spruce forest, and the atmosphere, bearing the perfume of balsam and fir, was fresh and wholesome.
"I sleeps here," informed Bob, placing the candle on the table and indicating one of the bunks, "an" you may have either o" th" other beds you wants. Now whilst you changes, sir, I"ll bring up th" things from th" boat. Here"s a pair o" deerskin moccasins. Put un on," he added, selecting a new pair from several hanging on a peg.
Shad made his toilet leisurely, and as he turned to descend the stairs with his wet garments on his arm he met the appetising odour of frying fish, which reminded him that he had eaten nothing since mid-day and was ravenously hungry.
In the room below he found the table spread with a white cloth. A plate of bread and a jar of jam were upon it, and at the stove Mrs.
Gray was transferring from frying-pan to platter some deliciously browned brook trout. Bob, with his father"s a.s.sistance, had brought up Shad"s belongings from the boat, and Richard was critically examining Shad"s repeating rifle.
"Let me have un," said he, putting down the gun, and reaching for the wet garments on Shad"s arm proceeded at once to spread them upon a line behind the stove.
"Set in an" have a bite, now. You must be wonderful hungry after your cruise," invited Mrs. Gray.
""Tis only trout an" a bit o" bread an" jam an" a drop o" tea,"
Richard apologised, as he joined Shad and Bob at the table, "but we has t" do wi" plain eatin" in this country, an" be content with what th" Lord sends us."
"Trout are a real luxury to me," a.s.sured Shad. "We are seldom able to get them at home, and a trout supper is a feast to be remembered."
"Well, now! Trout a luxury!" exclaimed Richard. "About all we gets t"
eat in th" summer is trout an" salmon, an" we"re glad enough when th"
birds flies in th" fall."
"What birds do you get?" asked Shad.
"Duck and geese, and there"s plenty of partridge in the winter,"
explained Richard.
"An" I were thinkin", now, you might not care for un," said Mrs. Gray.
"I"m wonderful glad you likes un."
Richard asked the blessing, and then invited Shad to "fall to," and frequently urged him to take more trout and not to be "afraid of un,"
a quite unnecessary warning in view of Shad"s long fast and naturally vigorous appet.i.te.
"Mr. Trowbridge wants me t" go on a fortnight"s trip up th" country with he," remarked Bob, as they ate.
"A trip up th" country?" inquired Richard.
"Yes," said Shad, "a fishing and canoeing trip."
"But Bob"s t" be wonderful busy makin" ready for th" trappin","
Richard objected.
"So he tells me," said Shad, "but perhaps if we talk it over to-morrow you can make some suggestion."
"Aye," agreed Richard, with evident relief, "we"ll talk un over to-morrow."
When the meal was finished, Richard devoutly offered thanks, after the manner of the G.o.d-fearing folk of the country.
The mantel clock struck two as they arose from the table. Dawn was breaking, for at this season of the year the Labrador nights are short, and Shad, at the end of his long and eventful day, was quite content to follow Bob above stairs to his attic bunk.
IV
AWAY TO THE TRAILS
Sunshine was streaming through the open south window of the attic when Shad awoke. Just outside the window a jay was screeching noisily.
Bob"s bunk was vacant. It was evident that Shad had slept long and that the hour was late, and he sprang quickly from his bed and consulted his watch, but the watch, flooded with water when the canoe capsized the night before, had stopped.
He paused for a moment at the open window to look out upon the nearby forest and expand his lungs with delicious draughts of the fragrant air. It was a glorious day, and as he left the window to make a hasty toilet his nerves tingled in eager antic.i.p.ation, for he was at last at the threshold of the great Labrador wilderness--his land of dreams and romance. He was certain it held for him many novel experiences and perhaps thrilling adventures. And he was not to be disappointed.
His clothes, which Richard had hung to dry by the stove the night before, lay on a stool at his bedside, neatly folded. Some one had placed them there while he slept. He donned them quickly, and descending to the living-room found the table spread and Mrs. Gray preparing to set a pot of tea to brew.
"Good morning, sir," she greeted, adding solicitously: "I hopes you had a good rest, and feels none the worse for gettin" wet last evenin"."
"Good morning," said Shad. "I rested splendidly, thank you, and feel fine and dandy. Whew!" he exclaimed, glancing at the mantel clock.
"Twelve o"clock!"
"Aye. We was wonderful careful t" be quiet an" not wake you, sir," she explained. ""Tis well t" have plenty o" rest after a wettin" in th" Bay. Dinner"s just ready," and going to the open door she called, "Emily! Emily!"
A young girl, perhaps twelve years of age, quickly entered in response to the summons. She was clad in a cool, fresh print frock and wore deerskin moccasins upon her feet. Her wavy chestnut-brown hair, gathered with a ribbon, hung down her back; her oval face, lighted by big blue eyes, was tanned a healthy brown, and Shad thought her a rather pretty and altogether wholesome looking child, as she paused in confusion at the threshold upon seeing him.
"Emily, dear, get Mr. Trowbridge a basin o" water, now; he"s wantin"
t" wash up," directed Mrs. Gray. "Mr. Trowbridge, this is our little maid, Emily."
"I"m glad to know you, Emily," said Shad courteously. "Have you quite recovered from your injury? When I was at Fort Pelican I heard all about you and your trip to St. Johns."
"I"s fine now, thank you, sir," answered Emily, flushing to the roots of her hair.
"Yes, Emily"s fine an" well now, sir," a.s.sured Mrs. Gray, as Emily turned to fill the basin of water. "But she were wonderful bad after her fall till she goes t" th" hospital in St. Johns t" be cured.
They"s a fresh towel on the peg above th" bench, sir, an" a comb on th" shelf under th" mirror by th" window," she continued, as Emily placed a basin of water on a bench by the door.
"Thank you," acknowledged Shad, turning to complete his toilet.
"Now, Emily, dear, call Father an" Bob," said Mrs. Gray; "dinner"s sot." And Emily, glad of a respite from the embarra.s.sing presence of the stranger, ran out, presently to return with her father and Bob.