"He won"t be havin" no feather-bed time cruisin" about with Injuns,"
insisted Ed. "Shad"s gettin" wonderful peevish an" sot in his way lately. He"s thinkin" o" th" fine grub an" good times he"s been havin"
t" that college place he talks about, instead o" thinkin" o" how he likes rabbit meat three times a day an" betwixt meals when you an" him was "bidin" a time on th" island over here because you wasn"t havin"
wings t" fly off, an" they wa"n"t no other way t" get off till th"
Injun la.s.s takes you off."
"Shad weren"t gettin" peeved," objected Bob, ready to defend his absent friend. "He were just disappointed at findin" no huntin", an"
he "bides with th" Injuns t" get some deer."
"Maybe so, but Shad"ll be glad enough t" get back t" th" river tilt, an" when he is gettin" back he"ll be findin" it fine. He"ll be thinkin" o" th" tough cruisin" with th" Injuns instead o" th" grub at his college place, an" that"ll make he think "tis fine in th" tilts.
That"s the way it mostly is with folks. They always wants somethin"
they ain"t got, an" when they gets un they wants somethin" else. An"
like"s not then they wants what they was havin" first, because they can"t have un now."
Ed paused to pour a cup of tea and help himself to pork.
"Shad"s a good mate, though," he continued magnanimously. "He ain"t gettin" used t" th" bush yet. That"s all"s th" matter with he. He"ll get used t" un after a bit, an" then he won"t be gettin" peeved like he is now."
"I"m wishin" he weren"t stayin" back with th" Injuns now. I"m fearin"
he"ll be havin" a hard time of un--an" I"m fearin" he may be gettin"
in trouble not knowin" how t" take un," Bob remarked solicitously.
"I"m wonderful sorry, now, he stays wi" th" Injuns. "Twould be fine t" have he here for Christmas," agreed Ed, as he drew a plug of black tobacco from his pocket and began to shave some of it into the hollow of his hand, preparatory to filling his pipe.
"Any fur this trip?" asked Bob.
"Two martens--both fine uns. Not so bad. How"d you make un, d.i.c.k?"
"I gets one marten an" shoots an otter," answered d.i.c.k.
"You gettin" any, Bill?" asked Ed, turning to Bill, who was reclining in one of the bunks and smoking in luxurious contentment.
"Aye, one marten, an" I shoots a wolf last evenin"--a wonderful poor wolf, an" his skin ain"t much account. Three of un were after me on th" trail all day, but I only gets one."
"Three wolves, now--an" poor uns," commented d.i.c.k. "Wolves ain"t follerin" a man all day unless they"s hungry, an" they ain"t like t"
be hungry where they"s deer."
"No," agreed Ed, who had lighted his pipe, one moccasined heel drawn up on the edge of the bunk upon which he lounged, the other long leg stretched out. "Wolves follers th" deer, but when they ain"t no deer t" faller they don"t faller un. Which means they ain"t no deer in this part o" th" country, an" so they just naturally fallers Bill as th"
next best meat."
"An" bein" poor means they"s hungry, an" bein" hungry means they"s lickin" their chops for Bill," continued d.i.c.k.
"Were it night, now?" asked Ed.
"No, "twere broad day," answered Bill, undisturbed.
"Now if "twere night, I"d say they was follerin" you because your red hair lights th" trail up for un."
""Tain"t no redder "n your"n," retorted Bill.
"Never mind un, Bill," said Bob sympathetically. "Ed"s jealous because your hair"s curly an" his "n ain"t."
"Now, how about gettin" grub?" suggested Ed, when the laugh had subsided. "They ain"t nothin" t" kill, an" we got t" haul grub in from th" Bay. I"m thinkin" t" start down Friday, an" if one o" you wants t"
go along, we"ll both haul up a load on our flatsleds. How"d you like t" go, Bill? They"s a moon, an" by travellin" some at night we"ll make th" Bay for th" New Year, goin" light, an" be back by th" first o"
February, whatever, with our loads."
"I"d like wonderful well t" go!" answered Bill, elated at the prospect of a visit to the Bay, brief as it would be.
"What you think of un?" asked Ed, addressing d.i.c.k and Bob jointly.
"We got t" have grub if we stays on th" trails," agreed d.i.c.k, "an"
they"s no sign o" killin" any meat."
"Aye, we"ll all have t" leave th" trails by th" first o" March, whatever, unless some of us goes for grub," said Bob.
"Bill an" me bein" away"ll stretch th" grub we has, for Bill be a wonderful eater--" Bill interjected a protest, but Ed, ignoring it, continued: "An" what we hauls back on th" flatsleds"ll carry us over th" spring trappin". We"ll be startin" early on Friday. We"ll go down your trail an" spring your traps up on th" way out, Bill."
A late breakfast of fried ptarmigans, and a late afternoon dinner of boiled goose, with an evening "snack" of ptarmigan before retiring--the last of the game reserved from the fall shooting--together with camp bread and tea, comprised the Christmas menu.
Directly after breakfast Ed and Bill made ready for packing on their toboggans the light outfit which they were to use on their outward trip; and this done, the four held a service of song in which all joined heartily, and spent the remainder of the day luxuriously lounging in the tilt and telling stories.
Shad was sincerely missed. He had looked forward keenly to the Christmas feast, and many hearty good wishes were expressed for him--that even among the Indians he might pa.s.s a pleasant day--that he would not find the hardships so great as his friends had feared--and that he would soon return to them in safety and none the worse for his experiences.
Then the thoughts turned to home, and speculations as to what the far-off loved ones were doing at the moment.
"I"m thinkin" a wonderful lot of home now," said Bob. "Tell Mother an"
Father, Ed, I"m safe an" thinkin" of un every day, an" of Emily, away off somewheres in St. Johns t" school. It"s makin" me rare lonesome t"
think o" home without Emily there. An"--an"--tell Mother, Ed--I never forgets my prayers."
"That I will, lad!" promised Ed heartily. "An" what you wantin" me t"
say t" Bessie, now? Tell she about th" Injun la.s.s an" th" fine deerskin coat she"s givin" you?"
"Tell Bessie I always carries th" ca"tridge bag she gives me--an" I"m thinkin" how "tis she that makes un--an" I"ll be glad t"--get home t"
th" Bay," directed Bob hesitatingly.
"Oh, aye. Glad t" get back t" see th" Bay, I"m thinkin"," laughed Ed.
As Bob and d.i.c.k returned to the tilt an hour before daybreak, after watching Ed and Bill disappear down the trail in the still, bitter cold of the starlit morning, Bob remarked:
"I"m feelin" wonderful strange--I"m not knowin" how. "Tis a lonesomeness--but different--like as if somethin" were goin" t"
happen."
"An" I has th" same sort o" feelin"," confessed d.i.c.k. ""Tis like th"
stillness before a big storm breaks at sea--"tis like as if some one was dyin" clost by."
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