"You mistake," rejoined Cheenbuk gravely. "Like you, I have known right but I have not always done it; only sometimes. It is not long since I began to think, and it is since I have been thinking that my spirit seems to have changed, so that I now hate wrong, and desire right. I think that the Maker of all must have caused the change, as He makes the ice-mountains melt, for it is not possible that I could change myself.
I had no wish to change till I felt the change."
"I wish," said Gartok earnestly, "that--if He exists at all--He would change me."
At that moment Cheenbuk, who was gazing up into the brilliant sky, seemed to be moved by a sudden inspiration, for he gave utterance to the first audible prayer that had ever pa.s.sed his lips.
"Maker of all," he said, "give to Gartok the spirit that loves right and hates wrong."
The dying Eskimo raised his eyes to Cheenbuk"s face in astonishment; then he turned them to the starry host, as if he almost expected an immediate answer.
"Do you think He hears us?" he asked in a faint voice, for the strength of his feelings and the effort at conversation had exhausted him greatly.
"I will trust Him," answered Cheenbuk.
"I will trust Him," repeated Gartok.
For some time they sat in profound silence, and Gartok closed his eyes as if he were falling asleep. The silence was broken by a distant sound. It was the approach of Anteek with the sledge. He had found the runaway dogs anch.o.r.ed fast between two ma.s.ses of ice where the sledge had got jammed. Turning the team round he plied his whip with vigour, insomuch that they would have arrived much sooner if the storm had not caused delay.
Having arranged the sledge and its wraps so as to form a comfortable couch for the wounded man, they lifted him on to it, but when they removed the bearskin from his face it was found that he was beyond earthly care: he had pa.s.sed over to the land from which no sound has ever come back.
CHAPTER TWENTY FOUR.
THE TRADERS AT WORK.
Wherever half a dozen average men are banded together and condemned to make the best of each other"s society for a prolonged period, there is apt to be a stagnation of ideas as well as of aspirations, which tends more or less to develop the physical, and to stunt the spiritual, part of our nature.
So thought MacSweenie as he sat one fine spring morning on a rude chair of his own making in front of the outpost on Great Bear Lake which he had helped to build.
The Scottish Highlander possessed a comparatively intellectual type of mind. We cannot tell precisely the reach of his soul, but it was certainly "above b.u.t.tons." The chopping of the firewood, the providing of food, the state of the weather, the prospects of the advancing spring, and the retrospect of the long dreary winter that was just vanishing from the scene, were not sufficient to appease his intellectual appet.i.te. They sufficed, indeed, for his square, solid, easy-going, matter-of-fact interpreter, Donald Mowat; and for his chief fisherman, guide, and bowman, Bartong, as well as for his other men, but they failed to satisfy himself, and he longed with a great longing for some congenial soul with whom he might hold sweet converse on something a little higher than "b.u.t.tons."
Besides being thus unfortunate in the matter of companionship, our Highlander was not well off as to literature. He had, indeed, his Bible, and, being a man of serious mind, he found it a great resource in what was really neither more nor less than banishment from the world; but as for light literature, his entire library consisted of a volume of the voyages of Sir John Franklin, a few very old numbers of _Chambers"s Edinburgh Journal_, and one part of that pioneer of cheap literature, _The Penny Magazine_. But poor MacSweenie was not satisfied to merely imbibe knowledge; he wished also to discuss it; to philosophise and to ring the changes on it.
He occasionally tried his hand on Mowat, who was undoubtedly the most advanced of his staff intellectually, but the results were not encouraging. Donald was good-natured, amiable, ready to listen and to accord unquestioning belief, but, not having at that time risen above "b.u.t.tons," he was scarcely more able to discuss than an average lamp-post.
Occupying the position of a sort of foreman, or confidential clerk, the interpreter had frequent occasion to consult his superior on the details of the establishment and trade.
"I"m thinking, sir," said he, approaching his master on the spring morning in question, "that we may as well give the boat an overhaul, for if this weather lasts the open water will soon be upon us."
"You are right, Tonal"," answered the trader, knocking the ashes out of his pipe, and proceeding to refill it. "That iss just what wa.s.s in my own mind, for we must be thinkin" about makin" preparations for our trip to the Ukon Ruver. We will hev to start whenever my successor arrives here. Man, it will be a goot job when we are off, for I am seek--tired of this place. Wan hes nothin" in the world to think about but his stamik, an" that iss not intellectooal, whatever."
"Are we to use the inch or the inch-an"-a-half nails?" asked Mowat, after a moment"s pause.
"Whichever you like, Tonal". There iss plenty of both in the store, an"
ye are as goot a judge o" these metters as I am myself. Just help yoursel", man; only see that the work is done well, for there iss a rough trup before us when we do git away. An" the load will be heavy moreover, for there will be a deal of stuff needed if we are to build an outpost fit to spend a winter in. Man, it iss pleasant to think that we will break up new ground--open up a new country among savitches that scarce knows what like a white man iss. We will feel quite like what we felt as boys when we was readin" Robinson Crusoe."
"We will need two pit-saws," remarked the practical Orkney-man in a meditative tone.
"No doubt, no doubt," returned MacSweenie, "and a grindstone too. Do you remember what that man n.a.z.inred said when he came here on his last trup,--that the Indians about his country would be fery pleased to see traders settle among them? He little thought--an" no more did I--that we would be so soon sent to carry out their wishes; but our Governor is an active-minded man, an" ye never know what he"ll be at next. He"s a man of enterprise and action, that won"t let the gress grow under his feet--no, nor under the feet of anybody that he hes to do wi". I am well pleased, whatever, that he hes ordered me on this service. An" no doubt ye are also well pleased to go, Tonal". It will keep your mind from gettin" rusty."
"I am not ill-pleased," returned the interpreter gravely.--"I"m thinkin"
there won"t be enough o" pitch to go over all the seams o" the boat. I was--"
"Hoot, man! never mind the putch, Tonal". What there iss will do fery well, an" the boat that comes with supplies for the new post will be sure to hev plenty. By the way, I wonder if that fine man n.a.z.inred will hev come back when we get to the Ukon River. It wa.s.s a strange notion of his the last comers told us about, to go off to seek his daughter all by himself. I hev my doubts if he"ll ever come back. Poor man! it wa.s.s naitural too that he should make a desperate attempt to get back his only bairn, but it wa.s.s not naitural that a wise man like him should go off all his lone. I"m afraid he wa.s.s a little off his head. Did they tell you what supplies he wa.s.s supposed to have taken?"
"Yes. The wife said he had a strong sled with him, an" the best team o"
dogs in the camp.--Do you think the boat will need a new false keel? I was lookin" at it, an" it seemed to me rather far gone for a long trup."
"I will go an" hev a look at it, Tonal". But I hev been wonderin" that Mozwa, who seemed so fond o" his frund, should hev let him start away all by his lone on such a trup."
"He couldn"t help lettin" him," said Mowat, "for he didn"t know he was goin" till he was gone."
"You did not tell me that," said the trader sharply.
"Well, perhaps I did not," returned the interpreter, with an amiable smile. "It is not easy to remember all that an Indian says, an" a good deal of it is not worth rememberin".--Would you like me to set-to an"
clean up the store to-day, or let the men go on cuttin" firewood?"
"Let them do whatever you think best, Tonal"," replied MacSweenie, with a sigh, as he rose and re-entered his house, where he busied himself by planning and making elaborate designs for the new "fort," or outpost, which he had been instructed to establish on the Ukon River. Afterwards he solaced himself with another pipe and another dip into the well-worn pages of the _Penny Magazine_.
Not long after the conversation just narrated, the boat arrived with the gentleman appointed to relieve MacSweenie of his charge on Great Bear Lake, and with the supplies for the contemplated new post.
Action is not usually allowed to halt in those wild regions. A few days sufficed to make over the charge, pack up the necessary goods, and arrange the lading of the expedition boat; and, soon after, MacSweenie with Donald Mowat as steersman, Bartong as guide and bowman, and eight men--some Orkney-men, some half-breeds--were rowing swiftly towards the Arctic sh.o.r.e.
Pa.s.sing over the voyage in silence, we raise the curtain again on a warm day in summer, when animal life in the wild nor"-west is very lively, especially that portion of the life which resides in mosquitoes, sand-flies, and such-like tormentors of man and beast.
"We should arrive at the Ukon to-morrow, if my calculations are right-- or nixt day, whatever," said MacSweenie to his interpreter and steersman, as he sat smoking his pipe beside him.
"Bartong is of the same opeenion," returned Mowat, "so between you we should come right. But Bartong is not quite sure about it himself, I think. At least he won"t say much."
"In that respect the guide shows himself to be a wise man," returned MacSweenie sententiously. "It iss only geese that blab out all they think to everybody that asks them questions."
"Ay, that is true," rejoined Mowat, with a cynical smile, "an" some geese manage, by sayin" nothin" at all to anybody, and lookin" like owls, to pa.s.s themselves off as wise men--for a time."
Bartong, who was being thus freely discussed in the stern of the boat, sat in his place at the bow-oar, pulling a steady stroke and casting serious looks right and left at the banks of the river as they went along. He was a dark fine-looking stalwart man, of what may be called mixed nationality, for the blood of Scotchmen, French Canadians, and Indians flowed in his veins--that of Indians predominating, if one were to judge from appearance. He was what is called in the parlance of the nor"-west a "good" man--that is to say he was mentally and physically well adapted for the work he had to do, and the scenes in the midst of which his lot had been cast. He pulled a good oar; he laboured hard; could do almost any kind of work; and spoke English, French, and Indian almost equally well. He also had a natural talent for finding his way almost anywhere in the wilderness. Hence he had been sent as guide to the expedition, though he had never been at the Ukon River in his life.
But he had been to other parts of the Arctic sh.o.r.e, and had heard by report of the character and position of the river in question.
"It iss gettin" late, Bartong; don"t you think it would be as well to camp here?" asked MacSweenie.
The bowman ceased rowing, and the crew followed his example, while he glanced inquiringly up at the sky and round his limited horizon, as guides and seamen are wont to do when asked for an opinion as to professional movements.
"There will yet be daylight for an hour, and there is a small lake ahead of us. If we cross it, we come to a place where one of the Indians said he would meet us if we came to his country."
"That is true, Tonal"," said the leader, turning quickly to his steersman, "I had almost forgot that, it wa.s.s so long ago since we met them. Both n.a.z.inred and Mozwa said something about meetin" us, if we came to settle, though I paid little attention at the time. But are ye sure, Bartong, that this is the lake?"
"I know not. It is not unlikely. If it is the lake, it is small, and we will soon come to the end of it. If it is not the lake, an" turns out to be big, we can camp on the sh.o.r.e. The night will be fine."
"Go ahead then, boys," cried the leader, "we will try."