Ike had not awakened and Jarvis and Harry were soon asleep again. But they were up at dawn, and, after a brief breakfast, resumed their journey on the river, going at a good pace toward the southeast. They were hailed two or three times from the bank by armed men, whether of the North or South Harry could not tell, but when they revealed themselves as mere mountaineers on their way back, having sold a raft, they were permitted to continue. After the last such stop Jarvis remarked rather grimly:
"They don"t know that there are three good rifles in this boat, backed by five or six pistols, an" that at least two of us, meanin" me and Ike, are "bout the best shots that ever come out o" the mountains."
But his good nature soon returned. He was not a man who could retain anger long, and before night he was singing again.
"As I strayed from my cot at the close of the day To muse on the beauties of June, "Neath a jessamine shade I espied a fair maid And she sadly complained to the moon."
"But it"s not June, Sam," said Harry, "and there is no moon."
"No, but June"s comin" next month, an" the moon"s comin" tonight; that is, if them clouds straight ahead don"t conclude to j"in an" make a fuss."
The clouds did join, and they made quite a "fuss," pouring out a great quant.i.ty of rain, which a rising wind whipped about sharply. But Jarvis first steered the boat under the edge of a high bank, where it was protected partly, and they stretched the strong canvas before the first drops of rain fell. It was sufficient to keep the three and all their supplies dry, and Harry watched the storm beat.
Sullen thunder rolled up from the southwest, and the skies were cut down the center by burning strokes of lightning. The wind whipped the surface of the river into white foamy waves. But Harry heard and beheld it all with a certain pleasure. It was good to see the storm seek them, and yet not find them-behind their canvas cover. He remained close in his place and stared out at the foaming surface of the water. Back went his thoughts again to the far-off troubled time, when the hunter in the vast wilderness depended for his life on the quickness of eye and ear. He had read so much of Boone and Kenton and Harrod, and his own great ancestor, and the impression was so vivid, that the vision was translated into fact.
"I"m feelin" your feelin"s too," said Jarvis, who, glancing at him, had read his mind with almost uncanny intuition. "Times like these, the Injuns an" the wild animals all come back, an" I"ve felt "em still stronger way up in the mountains, where nothin" of the old days is gone "cept the Injuns. Ike, I guess it"s cold grub for us tonight. We can"t cook anythin" in all this rain. Reach into that locker an" bring out the meat an" bread. This ain"t so bad, after all. We"re snug an" dry, an" we"ve got plenty to eat, so let the storm howl:
"They bore him away when the day had fled, And the storm was rolling high, And they laid him down in his lonely bed, By the light of an angry sky, "The lightning flashed and the wild sea lashed The sh.o.r.e with its foaming wave, And the thunder pa.s.sed on the rushing blast As it howled o"er the rover"s grave."
The full tenor rose and swelled above the sweep of wind and rain, and the man"s soul was in the words he sang. A great voice with the accompaniment of storm, the water before them, the lightning blazing at intervals, and the thunder rolling in a sublime refrain, moved Harry to his inmost soul. The song ceased, but its echo was long in dying on the river.
"Did you pick up that, too, from a wandering fiddler?" asked Harry.
"No, I don"t know where I got it. I s"pose I found sc.r.a.ps here an" thar, but I like to sing it when the night is behavin" jest as it"s doin" now. I ain"t ever seen the sea, Harry, but it must be a mighty sight, particklarly when the wind"s makin" the high waves run."
"Very likely you"d be seasick if you were on it then. I like it best when the waves are not running."
The thunder and lightning ceased after a while, but the rain came with a steady, driving rush. The night had now settled down thick and dark, and, as the banks on either side of the river were very high, Harry felt as if they were in a black canyon. He could see but dimly the surface of the river. All else was lost in the heavy gloom. But the boat had been built so well and the canvas cover was so taut and tight that not a drop entered. His sense of comfort increased, and the regular, even, musical thresh of the rain promoted sleep.
"We won"t be waked up tonight by people crossin" the river, that"s sh.o.r.e," said Jarvis, ""cause thar ain"t no crossin" fur miles, an" if there was a crossin" people wouldn"t use that crossin" nohow on a night like this. So, boys, jest wrap your blankets about yourselves an" go to sleep, an" if you don"t hurry I"ll beat you to that happy land."
The three were off to the realms of slumber within ten minutes, running a race about equal. The rain poured all through the night, but they did not awake until the young sun sent the first beams of day into the gorge. Then Jarvis sat up. He had the faculty of awakening all at once, and he began to furl the canvas awning that had served them so well. The noise awoke the boys who also sat up.
"Get to work, you sleepy heads!" called Jarvis cheerfully. "Look what a fine world it is! Here"s the river all washed clean, an" the land all washed clean, too! Stir yourselves, we"re goin" to have hot food an" coffee here on the boat.
"I"m dreaming now of Hallie, sweet Hallie, For the thought of her is one that never dies.
She"s sleeping in the valley And the mocking bird is singing where she lies.
Listen to the mocking bird, singing o"er her grave.
Listen to the mocking bird, singing where the weeping willows wave."
"You sing melancholy songs for one who is as cheerful as you are, Sam," said Harry.
"That"s so. I like the weepy ones best. But they don"t really make me feel sad, Harry. They jest fill me with a kind o" longin" to reach out an" grab somethin" that always floats jest before my hands. A sort o" pleasant sadness I"d call it.
"Ah, well I yet remember When we gathered in the cotton side by side; "Twas in the mild September And the mocking bird was singing far and wide.
Oh, listen to the mocking bird Still singing o"er her grave.
Oh, listen to the mocking bird Still singing where the weeping willows wave."
"Now that ain"t what you"d call a right merry song, but I never felt better in my life than I did when I was singin" it. Here you are, breakfast all ready! We"ll eat, drink an" away. I"m anxious to see our mountains ag"in."
The boat soon reached a point where lower banks ran for some time, and, from the center of the stream, they saw the n.o.ble country outspread before them, a vast ma.s.s of shimmering green. The rain had ceased entirely, but the whole earth was sweet and clean from its great bath. Leaves and gra.s.s had taken on a deeper tint, and the crisp air was keen with blooming odors.
Although they soon had a considerable current to fight, they made good headway against it. Harry"s practice with the oar was giving his muscles the same quality like steel wire which those of Jarvis and Ike had. So they went on for that day and others and drew near to the hills. The eyes of Jarvis kindled when he saw the first line of dark green slopes ma.s.sing themselves against the eastern horizon.
"The Bluegra.s.s is mighty fine, an" so is the Pennyroyal," he said, "an" I ain"t got nothin" ag"in em. I admit their claims before they make "em, but my true love, it"s the mountains an" my mountain home. Mebbe some night, Harry, when we tie up to the bank, we"ll see a deer comin" down to drink. What do you say to that?"
Harry"s eyes kindled, too.
"I say that I want the first shot."
Jarvis laughed.
"True sperrit," he said. "n.o.body will set up a claim ag"inst you, less it"s that lunkhead, Ike, my nephew. Are you willin" to let him have it, Ike?"
Ike grinned and nodded.
The Kentucky narrowed and the current grew yet stronger. But changing oftener at the oars they still made good headway. The ranges, dark green on the lower slopes, but blue on the higher ridges beyond them, slowly came nearer. Late in the afternoon they entered the hills, and when night came they had left the lowlands several miles behind. They tied up to a great beech growing almost at the water"s edge, and made their camp on the ground. Harry"s deer did not come that night, but it did on the following one. Then Jarvis and he after supper went about a mile up the stream, stalking the best drinking places, and they saw a fine buck come gingerly to the river. Harry was lucky enough to bring him down with the first shot, an achievement that filled him with pride, and Jarvis soon skinned and dressed the animal, adding him to their larder.
"I don"t shoot deer, "cept when I need "em to eat," said Jarvis, "an" we do need this one. We"ll broil strips of him over the coals in the mornin". Don"t your mouth water, Harry?"
"It does."
The strips proved the next day to be all that Jarvis had promised, and they continued their journey with renewed elasticity, fair weather keeping them company. Deeper and deeper they went into the mountains. The region had all the aspects of a complete wilderness. Now and then they saw smoke, which Jarvis said was rising from the chimneys of log cabins, and once or twice they saw cabins themselves in sheltered nooks, but n.o.body hailed them. The news of the war had spread here, of course, but Harry surmised that it had made the mountaineers cautious, suppressing their natural curiosity. He did not object at all to their reticence, as it made traveling easier for him.
They were now rowing along a southerly fork of the Kentucky. Another deer had been killed, falling this time to the rifle of Jarvis, and one night they shot two wild turkeys. Jarvis and his nephew would arrive home full handed in every respect, and his great tenor boomed out joyously over the stream, speeding away in echoes among the lofty peaks and ridges that had now turned from hills into real mountains. They towered far above the stream, and everywhere there were ma.s.ses of the deepest and densest green. The primeval forest clothed the whole earth, and the war to which Harry was going seemed a faint and far thing.
Traveling now became slow, because they always had a strong current to fight. Harry, at times when the country was not too rough, left the boat and walked along the bank. He could go thus for miles without feeling any weariness. Naturally very strong, he did not realize how much his work at the oar was increasing his power. The thin vital air of the mountains flowed through his lungs, and when Jarvis sang, as he did so often, he felt that he could lift up his feet and march as if to the beat of a drum.
They left the fork of the Kentucky at last and rowed up one of the deep and narrow mountain creeks. Peaks towered all about them, a half mile over their heads, covered from base to crest with unbroken forest. Sometimes the creek flowed between cliffs, and again it opened out into narrow valleys. In a two days" journey up its course they pa.s.sed only two cabins.
"In ordinary water we"d have stopped thar," said Jarvis at the second cabin. "I know the man who lives in it an" he"s to be trusted. We"d have left the boat an" the things with him, an" we"d have walked the rest of the way, but the creek is so high now that we kin make at least twenty miles more an" tie up at Bill Rudd"s place. Thar"s no goin" further on the water, "cause the creek takes a fall of fifteen feet thar, an" this boat is too heavy to be carried around it."
They reached Rudd"s place about dark. He was a hospitable mountaineer, with a double-roomed log cabin, a wife and two small children. He volunteered gladly to take care of the boat and its belongings, while Jarvis and the boys went on the next day to Jarvis"s home about ten miles away.
Rudd and his wife were full of questions. They were eager to hear of the great world which was represented to them by Frankfort, and of the war in the lowlands concerning which they had heard vaguely. Rudd had been to Frankfort once and felt himself a traveler and man of the world. He and his wife knew Jarvis and Ike well, and they glanced rather curiously at Harry.
"He"s goin" across the mountains an" down into Virginia on some business of his own which I ain"t inquired into much," said Jarvis.
Harry slept in a house that night for the first time in days, and he did not like it. He awoke once with a feeling as if walls were pressing down upon him, and he could not breathe. He arose, opened the door, and stood by it for a few minutes, while the fresh air poured in. Jarvis awoke and chuckled.
"I know what"s the matter with you, Harry," he said. "After you"ve lived out of doors a long time you feel penned up in houses. If it wasn"t for rain an" snow I"d do without roofs "cept in winter. Leave the door wide open, an" we"ll both sleep better. Nothin", of course, would wake that lunkhead, Ike, my nephew. I guess you might fight the whole of Buena Vista right over his head, an" if it was his sleepin" time he"d sleep right on."
They left the next morning, taking with them all of Harry"s baggage. Jarvis" boat would remain in the creek at this point, and he and Ike would return in due time for their own possessions. They followed a footpath now, but the walk was nothing to them. It was in truth a relief after so much traveling in the boat.
"My legs are long an" they need straightenin"," said Jarvis. "The ten miles before us will jest about take out the kinks."
Jarvis was a bachelor, his house being kept by his widowed sister, Ike"s mother, and old Aunt Suse. Now, as they swung along in Indian file at a swift and easy gait, his joyous spirits bubbled forth anew. Lifting up his voice he sang with such tremendous volume that every peak and ridge gave back an individual echo:
"I live for the good of my nation, And my suns are all growing low, But I hope that the next generation Will resemble old Rosin, the beau.
"I"ve traveled this country all o"er, And now to the next I will go, For I know that good quarters await me To welcome old Rosin, the beau."
"I suppose you don"t know how you got that song, either," said Harry.
"No, it just wandered in an" I"ve picked it up in parts, here an" thar. See that clump o" laurel "cross the valley thar, Harry? I killed a black bear in it once, the biggest seen in these parts in our times, an" I kin point you at least five spots in which I"ve killed deer. You kin trap lots of small game all through here in the winter, an" the furs bring good prices. Oh, the mountains ain"t so bad. Look! See the smoke over that low ridge, the thin black line ag"in the sky. It comes from the house o" Samuel Jarvis, Esquire, an" it ain"t no bad place, either, a double log house, with a downstairs an" upstairs, an" a frame kitchen behin". It"s fine to see it ag"in, ain"t it, Ike?"