He protested by signs that she should follow Mookoomahn. He pa.s.sed around the fire to where she sat, and grasped her arm in his bony fingers, in an attempt to compel her to do so; but she stubbornly shook her head, and, forced to submit, he resumed his seat. Both sorry and glad that he should not be left alone, he reached over and pressed her hand as an indication of his appreciation of her self-sacrifice.
Then she dipped from a kettle by the fire a cup of liquid, which she handed him. He sipped it, and, discovering that it was a weak broth, drank it. He looked at her inquiringly.
Turning again to the pail, she drew forth half a boiled ptarmigan, which she pa.s.sed him.
"Let the friend of White Brother of the Snow eat. It is little, and it will not drive away the Spirit of Hunger, but it will help to keep away the evil Spirit of Starvation until White Brother of the Snow brings food to his friend."
He accepted it and ate, not ravenously, for his hunger now was not consuming, but with delicious relish. Manikawan did not eat, but he presumed that she had already had a like portion.
Shad was able to hobble, though with considerable pain, in and out of the lodge, and to a.s.sist in getting wood for the fire, and so far as she would permit him to do so he relieved her of the task.
The following morning and for four successive mornings the cup of broth and the portion of ptarmigan awaited him when he awoke. It was evident Manikawan had killed them with bow and arrow.
He never saw her eat. It was quite natural that she should have done so before he awoke of mornings, for he made no attempt at early rising.
But he noted with alarm that Manikawan was daily growing weaker. She staggered woefully at times when she walked, like one intoxicated. She was weaker than he, but this he ascribed to his stronger mentality.
By sheer force of will he put aside the insistent weakness, which he knew would get the better of him were he to resign himself to it. By the same force of will he injected into his being a degree of physical energy. But he was a white man, she only an Indian, and this could not be expected of her.
Then there came a day when he awoke to find her gone, and no broth or ptarmigan awaiting him. Later she tottered into the lodge, and empty-handed laid her bow and arrow aside.
The next morning she was lying p.r.o.ne, and the fire was nearly out, for the wood was gone.
"Poor girl," he said, "she is tired and has overslept;" and stealthily, that he might not disturb her, he stole out for the needed wood.
She was awake when he returned, and she tried to rise, but fell helplessly back upon her bed of boughs.
"Manikawan is weak like a little child," she said, in a low, uncertain voice. "But White Brother of the Snow will soon come. The suns are rising and setting. He will soon come. Let the friend of White Brother of the Snow have courage."
Shad brewed her some strong tea--a little still remaining. She drank it, and the hot stimulant presently gave her renewed strength.
But Shad was not deceived. Manikawan"s words had sounded to him a prophecy of the impending end. Her voice and her rapidly failing strength told him that the Spirit of Hunger--the Gaunt Gray Wolf--was conquering; that the spirit most dreaded of all the spirits, Death, stood at last at the portal of the lodge, waiting to enter.
XXIII
TUMBLED AIR CASTLES
With the strengthening cold that came with January and continued into February, the animals ceased to venture far from their lairs in search of food, and the harvest of the trails was therefore light. With the disappearance of rabbits, the fox and lynx had also disappeared. The rabbit is the chief prey of these animals during the tight midwinter months, and as the wolf follows the caribou, so the fox follows the rabbit.
With the going of the fox the field of operations was not only narrowed, but the work was robbed of much of its zest. When foxes are fairly numerous the trapper is always buoyed with the hope that a black or silver fox, the most valuable of the fur-bearing animals, may wander into his traps; and this hope renders less irksome the weary tramping of the trails at seasons when the returns might otherwise seem too small a recompense for the hardships and isolation suffered.
The two preceding years had yielded rich harvests to d.i.c.k Blake, and had more than fulfilled his modest expectations. He was, therefore, though certainly disappointed, far from discouraged with the present outlook, and very cheerfully accepted the few marten and mink pelts that fell to his lot as a half loaf by no means to be despised.
While Ungava Bob had looked forward to a successful winter"s trapping, his chief object in coming so far into the wilderness had been the establishment of his new trails as a basis for future trading operations; and more particularly, therefore, with a view to the future than to the immediate present. Neither was he, for this reason, in any wise discouraged. His youthful mind, engaged in planning the castles he was to build tomorrow, had no room for the disappointments of to-day.
Sishetakushin had given Bob the a.s.surance that the Nascaupees would bring him their furs to barter. He was satisfied, also, that he could secure a large share of the trade of the Eastern, or Bay, Mountaineer Indians, for he would pay a fair and reasonable price for their furs, and they would quickly recognise the advantage of trading with him.
And he would have another advantage over the coast traders: he would establish a trading station in the very heart of the wilderness, in the midst of the Indian hunting country.
Previous to his coming into his little fortune his father had, as far back as Bob could remember, been struggling under a load of debt. At times the family had been plunged into the very uttermost depths of poverty; and even now a sickening dread stole upon Bob as he recalled some of the winters through which they had pa.s.sed when the factor at the post had refused them further credit, and the flour barrel at home was empty, and they could scarcely have survived had it not been for the bounty of Douglas Campbell.
This was the condition still with many of the families of the Bay.
They were always in debt to the Company for advances of provisions, and there was no hope that they could ever emerge from the deplorable condition. It was the policy of the Company that they should not.
In accepting credit from the Company, the trapper placed himself under obligation to deliver to the Company every product of his labours until the debt was discharged. The Company allowed the trapper in return for his pelts such an amount as it saw fit. He had no word in the matter, and of necessity was compelled to accept the Company"s valuation of his furs, which valuation the Company took good care to place so low as to obviate any probability of his release from debt.
At a reasonable valuation of their furs, there was seldom a year that most, if not all, the Bay trappers might not have been freed from their serfdom.
Thus when a trapper died his only inheritance to his children was a burden of debt, which sometimes pa.s.sed down from generation to generation; for the son who refused to a.s.sume his father"s debt was denied credit or consideration at the Company"s stores.
The Grays, as we have stated, had felt the heavy hand of this inquisitional system. Now that they were free, Bob"s sympathy was poured out to his neighbours, and he was secretly planning how, when he became a trader, he might also compa.s.s their release.
As rapidly as his profits would permit, Bob was determined to advance, first to one family, then to another, sufficient cash to discharge their debts and relieve them from their obligation to the Company.
Then he would advance them the necessary provisions and supplies to sustain them until they returned from their trails with their hunt. He would buy their pelts at as high a price as he could afford with a reasonable profit. This price would always be certainly double, and often four or five times, that which the Company was accustomed to allow.
Bob, thus forming his Utopian plans, forgot the tedium of the trail.
No person is so happy as when doing something to make some other person happy. And Bob was happy because he believed he was to be the means of bringing happiness to many. Making a comfortable living himself, he would make it possible for his neighbours to make a comfortable living, also.
It never occurred to him that failure was possible, or that, with the amount of capital which he believed was still at his disposal, the plan was unpractical. Young, highly optimistic, and somewhat visionary, his dreams a.s.sumed the status of reality.
Bob"s mind was thus pleasantly occupied when at the end of the first week in February he returned to the river tilt to find Ed Matheson and Bill Campbell back from Eskimo Bay, and d.i.c.k Blake, just in from his trail, drawing off his frost-encrusted ad.i.c.ky.
"An" there"s Bob, now!" exclaimed Ed, as Bob appeared in the doorway.
""Tis grand, now, t" see you back," said Bob, his face beaming welcome as he shook the hands of the returned travellers. "d.i.c.k an" me"s been missin" you wonderful."
""Twere grand, now, t" see th" tilt when Bill an" me comes in last evenin". "Twere th" hardest pull up from th" Bay with our loads we ever has, an" we was tired enough t" drop when we gets here. Where"s Shad?"
"Wi" th" Injuns yet, an" I"m worryin" about he not comin" back. They must ha" gone a long ways down north lookin" for deer, or they"d been back before this. How"d you find th" folks at th" Bay, Ed?"
"Fine--all of un fine. Your mother"s wantin" wonderful bad t" see you.
But when I tells she you"m all right, she stops worryin". I were forgettin" t" say anything about th" trouble wi" th" Mingens, though;"
and Ed grinned.
"Forgettin" a purpose?" asked Bob, smiling.
"Maybe so," admitted Ed. "What"s past don"t do n.o.body no good t" know when they"s nothin" for un t" make right. "Twouldn"t ha" helped none for she t" know about th" Mingens, so I just naturally forgets un."
"I"m glad o" that. Mother"d "a" worried an" been thinkin" all sorts o"
things happenin" what never would happen;" and, greatly relieved, Bob asked, "An" when"d you make th" Bay?"
""Twere just New Year. Bill an" me cruises along fast, bein" light, an" takin" short sleeps. "Twere night when we gets t" Wolf Bight, an"
I says t" Bill, says I: ""Tis near midnight, an" likewise t" th" New Year. They"ll be sleepin", an" le"s"s wake un up shootin" th" New Year in like all creation."
"Gettin" alongside th" winder, we lets go till our rifles is empty, and then rushin" in th" door yells, "Happy New Year!" They was awake, all right, wonderin" what in time an" creation were turned loose on un, we yellin" like a pa.s.sel o" Injuns. They was glad t" see us.
"Bill goes home t" Kenemish with daylight, an" your father takes me t"
th" post wi" dogs an" komatik, your mother goin" along, an" I gets home th" evenin"."