Such was the invigoratingness of Liverpool"s flow of speech that, quite without consciousness of effort, the old man arose easily under his load and strode on toward Happy Camp.
From Happy Camp to Long Lake, from Long Lake to Deep Lake, and from Deep Lake up over the enormous hog-back and down to Linderman, the man-killing race against winter kept on. Men broke their hearts and backs and wept beside the trail in sheer exhaustion. But winter never faltered. The fall gales blew, and amid bitter soaking rains and ever-increasing snow flurries, Tarwater and the party to which he was attached piled the last of their outfit on the beach.
There was no rest. Across the lake, a mile above a roaring torrent, they located a patch of spruce and built their saw-pit.
Here, by hand, with an inadequate whipsaw, they sawed the spruce- trunks into lumber. They worked night and day. Thrice, on the night-shift, underneath in the saw-pit, Old Tarwater fainted. By day he cooked as well, and, in the betweenwhiles, helped Anson in the building of the boat beside the torrent as the green planks came down.
The days grew shorter. The wind shifted into the north and blew unending gales. In the mornings the weary men crawled from their blankets and in their socks thawed out their frozen shoes by the fire Tarwater always had burning for them. Ever arose the increasing tale of famine on the Inside. The last grub steamboats up from Bering Sea were stalled by low water at the beginning of the Yukon Flats hundreds of miles north of Dawson. In fact, they lay at the old Hudson Bay Company"s post at Fort Yukon inside the Arctic Circle. Flour in Dawson was up to two dollars a pound, but no one would sell. Bonanza and Eldorado Kings, with money to burn, were leaving for the Outside because they could buy no grub.
Miners" Committees were confiscating all grub and putting the population on strict rations. A man who held out an ounce of grub was shot like a dog. A score had been so executed already.
And, under a strain which had broken so many younger men, Old Tarwater began to break. His cough had become terrible, and had not his exhausted comrades slept like the dead, he would have kept them awake nights. Also, he began to take chills, so that he dressed up to go to bed. When he had finished so dressing, not a rag of garment remained in his clothes bag. All he possessed was on his back and swathed around his gaunt old form.
"Gee!" said Big Bill. "If he puts all he"s got on now, when it ain"t lower than twenty above, what"ll he do later on when it goes down to fifty and sixty below?"
They lined the rough-made boat down the mountain torrent, nearly losing it a dozen times, and rowed across the south end of Lake Linderman in the thick of a fall blizzard. Next morning they planned to load and start, squarely into the teeth of the north, on their perilous traverse of half a thousand miles of lakes and rapids and box canyons. But before he went to bed that night, Young Liverpool was out over the camp. He returned to find his whole party asleep. Rousing Tarwater, he talked with him in low tones.
"Listen, dad," he said.--"You"ve got a pa.s.sage in our boat, and if ever a man earned a pa.s.sage you have. But you know yourself you"re pretty well along in years, and your health right now ain"t exciting. If you go on with us you"ll croak surer"n h.e.l.l.--Now wait till I finish, dad. The price for a pa.s.sage has jumped to five hundred dollars. I"ve been throwing my feet and I"ve hustled a pa.s.senger. He"s an official of the Alaska Commercial and just has to get in. He"s bid up to six hundred to go with me in our boat. Now the pa.s.sage is yours. You sell it to him, poke the six hundred into your jeans, and pull South for California while the goin"s good. You can be in Dyea in two days, and in California in a week more. What d"ye say?"
Tarwater coughed and shivered for a s.p.a.ce, ere he could get freedom of breath for speech.
"Son," he said, "I just want to tell you one thing. I drove my four yoke of oxen across the Plains in Forty-nine and lost nary a one. I drove them plumb to Californy, and I freighted with them afterward out of Sutter"s Fort to American Bar. Now I"m going to Klondike. Ain"t nothing can stop me, ain"t nothing at all. I"m going to ride that boat, with you at the steering sweep, clean to Klondike, and I"m going to shake three hundred thousand out of the moss-roots. That being so, it"s contrary to reason and common sense for me to sell out my pa.s.sage. But I thank you kindly, son, I thank you kindly."
The young sailor shot out his hand impulsively and gripped the old man"s.
"By G.o.d, dad!" he cried. "You"re sure going to go then. You"re the real stuff." He looked with undisguised contempt across the sleepers to where Charles Crayton snored in his red beard. "They don"t seem to make your kind any more, dad."
Into the north they fought their way, although old-timers, coming out, shook their heads and prophesied they would be frozen in on the lakes. That the freeze-up might come any day was patent, and delays of safety were no longer considered. For this reason, Liverpool decided to shoot the rapid stream connecting Linderman to Lake Bennett with the fully loaded boat. It was the custom to line the empty boats down and to portage the cargoes across. Even then many empty boats had been wrecked. But the time was past for such precaution.
"Climb out, dad," Liverpool commanded as he prepared to swing from the bank and enter the rapids.
Old Tarwater shook his white head.
"I"m sticking to the outfit," he declared. "It"s the only way to get through. You see, son, I"m going to Klondike. If I stick by the boat, then the boat just naturally goes to Klondike, too. If I get out, then most likely you"ll lose the boat."
"Well, there"s no use in overloading," Charles announced, springing abruptly out on the bank as the boat cast off.
"Next time you wait for my orders!" Liverpool shouted ash.o.r.e as the current gripped the boat. "And there won"t be any more walking around rapids and losing time waiting to pick you up!"
What took them ten minutes by river, took Charles half an hour by land, and while they waited for him at the head of Lake Bennett they pa.s.sed the time of day with several dilapidated old-timers on their way out. The famine news was graver than ever. The North- west Mounted Police, stationed at the foot of Lake Marsh where the gold-rushers entered Canadian territory, were refusing to let a man past who did not carry with him seven hundred pounds of grub. In Dawson City a thousand men, with dog-teams, were waiting the freeze-up to come out over the ice. The trading companies could not fill their grub-contracts, and partners were cutting the cards to see which should go and which should stay and work the claims.
"That settles it," Charles announced, when he learned of the action of the mounted police on the boundary. "Old Man, you might as well start back now."
"Climb aboard!" Liverpool commanded. "We"re going to Klondike, and old dad is going along."
A shift of gale to the south gave them a fair wind down Lake Bennett, before which they ran under a huge sail made by Liverpool.
The heavy weight of outfit gave such ballast that he cracked on as a daring sailor should when moments counted. A shift of four points into the south-west, coming just at the right time as they entered upon Caribou Crossing, drove them down that connecting link to lakes Tagish and Marsh. In stormy sunset and twilight--they made the dangerous crossing of Great Windy Arm, wherein they beheld two other boat-loads of gold-rushers capsize and drown.
Charles was for beaching for the night, but Liverpool held on, steering down Tagish by the sound of the surf on the shoals and by the occasional sh.o.r.e-fires that advertised wrecked or timid argonauts. At four in the morning, he aroused Charles. Old Tarwater, shiveringly awake, heard Liverpool order Crayton aft beside him at the steering-sweep, and also heard the one-sided conversation.
"Just listen, friend Charles, and keep your own mouth shut,"
Liverpool began. "I want you to get one thing into your head and keep it there: OLD DAD"S GOING BY THE POLICE. UNDERSTAND? HE"S GOING BY. When they examine our outfit, old dad"s got a fifth share in it, savvee? That"ll put us all "way under what we ought to have, but we can bluff it through. Now get this, and get it hard: THERE AIN"T GOING TO BE ANY FALL-DOWN ON THIS BLUFF--"
"If you think I"d give away on the old codger--" Charles began indignantly.
"You thought that," Liverpool checked him, "because I never mentioned any such thing. Now--get me and get me hard: I don"t care what you"ve been thinking. It"s what you"re going to think.
We"ll make the police post some time this afternoon, and we"ve got to get ready to pull the bluff without a hitch, and a word to the wise is plenty."
"If you think I"ve got it in my mind--" Charles began again.
"Look here," Liverpool shut him off. "I don"t know what"s in your mind. I don"t want to know. I want you to know what"s in my mind.
If there"s any slip-up, if old dad gets turned back by the police, I"m going to pick out the first quiet bit of landscape and take you ash.o.r.e on it. And then I"m going to beat you up to the Queen"s taste. Get me, and get me hard. It ain"t going to be any half-way beating, but a real, two-legged, two-fisted, he-man beating. I don"t expect I"ll kill you, but I"ll come d.a.m.n near to half-killing you."
"But what can I do?" Charles almost whimpered.
"Just one thing," was Liverpool"s final word. "You just pray. You pray so hard that old dad gets by the police that he does get by.
That"s all. Go back to your blankets."
Before they gained Lake Le Barge, the land was sheeted with snow that would not melt for half a year. Nor could they lay their boat at will against the bank, for the rim-ice was already forming.
Inside the mouth of the river, just ere it entered Lake Le Barge, they found a hundred storm-bound boats of the argonauts. Out of the north, across the full sweep of the great lake, blew an unending snow gale. Three mornings they put out and fought it and the cresting seas it drove that turned to ice as they fell in- board. While the others broke their hearts at the oars, Old Tarwater managed to keep up just sufficient circulation to survive by chopping ice and throwing it overboard.
Each day for three days, beaten to helplessness, they turned tail on the battle and ran back into the sheltering river. By the fourth day, the hundred boats had increased to three hundred, and the two thousand argonauts on board knew that the great gale heralded the freeze-up of Le Barge. Beyond, the rapid rivers would continue to run for days, but unless they got beyond, and immediately, they were doomed to be frozen in for six months to come.
"This day we go through," Liverpool announced. "We turn back for nothing. And those of us that dies at the oars will live again and go on pulling."
And they went through, winning half the length of the lake by nightfall and pulling on through all the night hours as the wind went down, falling asleep at the oars and being rapped awake by Liverpool, toiling on through an age-long nightmare while the stars came out and the surface of the lake turned to the unruffledness of a sheet of paper and froze skin-ice that tinkled like broken gla.s.s as their oar-blades shattered it.
As day broke clear and cold, they entered the river, with behind them a sea of ice. Liverpool examined his aged pa.s.senger and found him helpless and almost gone. When he rounded the boat to against the rim-ice to build a fire and warm up Tarwater inside and out, Charles protested against such loss of time.
"This ain"t business, so don"t you come horning in," Liverpool informed him. "I"m running the boat trip. So you just climb out and chop firewood, and plenty of it. I"ll take care of dad. You, Anson, make a fire on the bank. And you, Bill, set up the Yukon stove in the boat. Old dad ain"t as young as the rest of us, and for the rest of this voyage he"s going to have a fire on board to sit by."
All of which came to pa.s.s; and the boat, in the grip of the current, like a river steamer with smoke rising from the two joints of stove-pipe, grounded on shoals, hung up on split currents, and charged rapids and canyons, as it drove deeper into the Northland winter. The Big and Little Salmon rivers were throwing mush-ice into the main river as they pa.s.sed, and, below the riffles, anchor- ice arose from the river bottom and coated the surface with crystal sc.u.m. Night and day the rim-ice grew, till, in quiet places, it extended out a hundred yards from sh.o.r.e. And Old Tarwater, with all his clothes on, sat by the stove and kept the fire going.
Night and day, not daring to stop for fear of the imminent freeze- up, they dared to run, an increasing mushiness of ice running with them.
"What ho, old hearty?" Liverpool would call out at times.
"Cheer O," Old Tarwater had learned to respond.
"What can I ever do for you, son, in payment?" Tarwater, stoking the fire, would sometimes ask Liverpool, beating now one released hand and now the other as he fought for circulation where he steered in the freezing stern-sheets.
"Just break out that regular song of yours, old Forty-Niner," was the invariable reply.
And Tarwater would lift his voice in the cackling chant, as he lifted it at the end, when the boat swung in through driving cake- ice and moored to the Dawson City bank, and all waterfront Dawson p.r.i.c.ked its ears to hear the triumphant paean:
Like Argus of the ancient times, We leave this modern Greece, Tum-tum, tum-tum, tum, tum, tum-tum, To shear the Golden Fleece,
Charles did it, but he did it so discreetly that none of his party, least of all the sailor, ever learned of it. He saw two great open barges being filled up with men, and, on inquiry, learned that these were grubless ones being rounded up and sent down the Yukon by the Committee of Safety. The barges were to be towed by the last little steamboat in Dawson, and the hope was that Fort Yukon, where lay the stranded steamboats, would be gained before the river froze. At any rate, no matter what happened to them, Dawson would be relieved of their grub-consuming presence. So to the Committee of Safety Charles went, privily to drop a flea in its ear concerning Tarwater"s grubless, moneyless, and aged condition.
Tarwater was one of the last gathered in, and when Young Liverpool returned to the boat, from the bank he saw the barges in a run of cake-ice, disappearing around the bend below Moose-hide Mountain.