When dinner was disposed of, Richard suggested that it was "wonderful warm so handy t" th" stove," and leaving Mrs. Gray and Emily to clear the table he conducted Shad and Bob to a convenient seat near the boat landing, where they could enjoy a cooling breeze from the bay. Here he drew from his pocket a stick of very black and very strong-looking tobacco, and holding it toward Shad, asked:
"Does you smoke, sir?"
"No, thank you," declined Shad. "I had just learned to smoke when I entered college, but I was trying for a place on the "varsity nine, and I had to drop smoking. A fellow can"t play his best ball, you know, if he smokes. So I quit smoking before I formed the habit."
"Is that a game like snowshoe racin"!" asked Bob.
"Oh, no!" and Shad described the game and its tactics minutely, with thrilling detail of battles that his college nine had won and lost upon the diamond.
"Well, Bob," Shad asked finally, "have you decided to go with me for a trip into the country?"
"I"m not rightly knowin", sir, where you wants t" go," said Bob.
Shad stated the object of his journey, and the three talked over the possibilities of making such a trip as he desired within the time at Bob"s disposal.
"Countin" on bad weather, "twouldn"t be much of a trip you could make in a fortnut, and that"d be th" most time Bob could spare, whatever, with his gettin" ready t" go t" th" trails," Richard finally explained. "His mother an" me be wantin" he home, too, till he goes, for "twill be a long winter for his mother t" have he away without seein" he.
"Now you says you has no hurry t" go away. d.i.c.k Blake an" Bill Campbell goes t" th" handiest tilt o" th" Big Hill trail t" help Bob an" Ed Matheson in with their outfit, an" they starts th" first o"
August. Then they comes back t" take their outfits up an" they has t"
get in before freeze up.
"You bein" in no hurry, sir, could go with un on th" first trip, an"
come back with un, an" that gives you a fine trip an" a fine view o"
th" country. It takes un a month t" go in, but runnin" back light wi"
th" rapids they makes un in a week, so you gets back th" first week in September month."
""Twould be grand t" have you along, sir!" exclaimed Bob. "An" I were never thinkin" o" that. Father"s wonderful at plannin"."
"Done!" said Shad. "I"ll do it, but I hope you won"t find me a nuisance around here during the three weeks we have to wait."
"Oh, no, sir! "Tis a rare treat t" have you visit us, sir!" protested Richard.
And thus it was finally decided.
Bob was very busy during the days that followed. Not only his provision and clothing supply for a ten months" absence from home was to be made ready, but also the full equipment for the new trails to be established.
The necessary traps had already been purchased, but sheet-iron had to be fashioned into stoves and stove-pipe to heat the tents and log tilts, and one new tent was to be made. It was imperative, too, that each minor necessity that the wilderness itself could not readily supply, he provided in advance, and that nothing be forgotten or overlooked.
The establishment of these trails was an event of high importance in the Gray household. Bob"s little fortune of a few thousand dollars, derived from the salvage of a trading schooner the previous year, had been deposited in a St. Johns bank, and his thrifty old friend, Douglas Campbell, had suggested that it might be invested to advantage in a small trading venture.
"Bob can lay his trails this winter," said Douglas, "an" next year take some tradin" goods in. Knowin" th" Nascaupee an" Mountaineer Injuns, an" a bit o" their lingo, he"ll be able t" do a snug bit o"
tradin" with un, along with his trappin". An" if you opens a little store here at th" Bight next summer, th" rest of you can "tend un when Bob"s inside trappin".
"I were thinkin", too," said Douglas, ""twould be fine t" send Emily t" St. Johns t" school th" winter, an" she"d learn t" keep th" books.
She"s a smart la.s.s, an" she"d learn, now, in a winter or two winters, whatever, an" "twould pay--an" do th" la.s.s a wonderful lot o" good.
I"m wantin" a trip t" St. Johns, an" I"d take she on th" mail boat."
There were many long discussions before it was finally decided that Bob should launch upon the venture. Bob"s mother opposed it. The terrible winter of suspense when Bob, lost in the snow, was given up for dead, was still a vivid remembrance to her. She recalled those tedious months of grief as one recalls a horrid nightmare, and she declared that another such winter, particularly if she were to be deprived of Emily"s society, would be unendurable.
But her objections were finally overcome. Emily was to go to school and it was decided Bob should establish two new trails. One of these he was to hunt himself, the other one Ed Matheson had agreed to hunt on a profit-sharing basis. d.i.c.k Blake and Bill Campbell--a son of Douglas Campbell--were to occupy adjoining trails, and the four to work more or less in conjunction with one another.
Shad and Emily became fast friends at once. On pleasant afternoons she would lead him away to explore the surrounding woods in search of wild flowers, and after supper he would tell her fairy tales from Grimm, but best of all she liked his stories from Greek and Roman mythology.
She, and the whole family, indeed, listened with rapt attention when Shad related how Chronos attacked Uranos with a sickle, wounding and driving Uranos from his throne; how from some of the drops that fell from Uranos"s wounds sprang giants, the forefathers of the wild Indians; how from still other drops came the swift-footed Furies--the three Erinnyes--who punished those who did wrong, and were the dread of the wicked.
Thus the days pa.s.sed quickly and pleasantly--even the occasional foggy or rainy days, when Bob and his father worked indoors, and Bob, at Emily"s request, recounted very modestly his own adventures. Emily particularly liked to have Bob tell of Ma-ni-ka-wan, an Indian maiden who nursed him back to health after Sish-e-ta-ku-shin and Moo-koo-mahn, Manikawan"s father and brother, had found him unconscious in the snow and carried him to their skin wigwam.
"Th" Nascaupees was rare kind t" me," Bob explained to Shad. "They made me one o" th" tribe, Sishetakushin calls me his son, an" they gives me an Indian name meanin" in our talk "White Brother o" th"
Snow." They were thinkin" I"d stop with un, an" they were wonderful sorry when I leaves un t" come home with th" huskies. Manikawan were a pretty maid--as pretty as ever I see."
"Were she as pretty as Bessie, now?" asked Emily slyly.
"Now, Emily, dear, don"t go teasin" Bob," warned Mrs. Gray.
"I were just askin" he," said Emily; "he"s so wonderful fond o"
Bessie."
"O" course he"s fond o" Bessie, and so be all of us. Emily"s speakin"
o" Bessie Black, sir," Mrs. Gray explained, to Shad. "She"s Tom Black"s la.s.s. Tom is th" factor"s man over t" th" post, an" th" Blacks be great friends of ours. Bessie"s but a young maid--a year younger"n Bob. You"ll see th" Blacks when you goes over t" th" post with Bob."
"I"m immensely interested in your Indian friends," said Shad.
"Manikawan was a little brick, and the Nascaupees bully good fellows.
Will there be a chance of my meeting them?"
"No, they camps on lakes down t" th" n"uth"ard in summer," Bob explained. "If you was stayin" th" winter, now, you"d see un."
"I"m almost persuaded to remain on the trails with you all winter, and see something of the life of real, uncivilised Indians," a.s.serted Shad. "I would stay if it were not for college."
""Twould be fine t" have you, now!" exclaimed Bob enthusiastically.
"But," he added doubtfully, "I"m fearin" you"d find th" winter wonderful cold, an" th" tilts lonesome places t" stop in, not bein"
used to un."
"An" your mother would be worryin" about you; now, wouldn"t she?"
suggested Mrs. Gray.
"My mother died when I was a little boy, and Father died two years ago," said Shad. "I have one sister, but she learned long ago that I could take care of myself."
"Is she a little sister?" asked Emily.
"Oh, no," said Shad, "she"s a big, married sister, and has a little girl of her own nearly as old as you are."
""Twould be grand t" have you stay," Bob again suggested.
"Thank you, and it would be grand to stay, I"m sure, but," said Shad regretfully, "I can"t do it. I must go back to college."
At length Bob announced one day that his outfit was completed and that all was in readiness, save a few incidentals to be purchased at the Hudson"s Bay Company"s trading post, fifteen miles across the bay.
Shad, too, found it necessary to make some purchases preparatory to his journey to the interior, and the following morning the two sailed away in Bob"s dory.