THE EATING OF THE APPLE
One morning Molly found herself awakened very early by the sound of whistling just outside. She opened her eyes to discover Peter, who had occupied one end of the wagon, sitting, head and ears up, listening to the same sound. The whistling was young, tuneless. Finally she peered through the crack in the canvas.
Outside, on the wagon tongue, sat the Kid patiently waiting, his little rifle across his knees, one bare foot digging away at the dust, his lips puckered to cheerful sibilance, his wide gray eyes turning every once in awhile to the canvas cover of the schooner. He discovered Molly looking out. The whistle abruptly stopped.
"Come on out, Molly," said he. "I ben waiting for you a long time."
"My! it"s so awful early!" yawned Molly. "What do you want to do?"
"I"m going to take you hunting," confided the Kid. "We perhaps can get a squirrel down the gulch, or perhaps a cotton-tail. Come on, hurry up!"
"Why, I ain"t dressed yet," objected Molly.
"Well, dress!" said the Kid impatiently.
By this time she was well awake, and the glorious morning was getting into her lungs. Her eye disappeared, and in a few minutes she emerged fully clothed. The Kid looked her over.
"Y" ain"t going that way?" he asked incredulously.
"Course not. You wait till I come back."
She stepped down on the whiffletree, her heavy waving hair falling in ma.s.ses of curls and crinkles over her shoulders.
"Oh, Lord!" cried the Kid pathetically. In the entrance stood Peter, his head on one side. Molly laughed.
"I thought I"d got rid of _him_," complained the Kid, "and here he is!"
"Never mind," said Molly soothingly, "I can make him stand round. Come here, Peter!"
At the pool of the lower creek Molly knelt, turning back the sleeves from her white arms, loosening the dress from about her round young throat. After a little she leaned back against the mosses and piled the strands of her hair, watching the interested Kid with shining eyes.
"My, but you"re purty!" he cried. She nodded to him, laughing.
They took their way down the gulch, walking soberly in the road, while Peter skirmished unrestrained among the possibilities of the thickets at either hand. In the judgment of the Kid, this was too near town for the best hunting. The Kid talked.
"You never been down here, have you?"
"No," replied Molly, "I"ve always been up in the hills, you know; it"s more fun, I think. Do you think we"ll find anything down here near the road?"
"Not just yet; but after we get by Bugchaser"s--Say, you"ve never seen Bugchaser, then, have you?"
"No," laughed the girl, "I should think not. What in the world is Bugchaser?"
"It isn"t a "what"; it"s a "him." He"s crazy. He has a "c.o.o.n, and a bear, and a bobcat. I"d like to go up an" see "em, but I"m scairt of him."
"Is he dangerous?" asked Molly.
"Pop says he eats little boys. Hoh! that ain"t so, of course. But he"s crazy, you know."
"What makes you think so?"
"He chases bugs with a fishnet."
"Oh!" cried Molly comprehendingly, and began to laugh.
The Kid looked at her with offended reproach.
"Well," he remarked finally, "you can do what you want; but you betcher life I"m keepin" away from him!"
His eyes were wide with childish wonder, strangely incongruous in this solemn, lonely little creature with his ways of early maturity and his ridiculous cut-down clothes.
"There, there," laughed Molly soothingly. "I wonder what"s up with Peter!"
Peter was barking like a bunch of fire crackers.
"Sounds exciting!" said she. "Maybe it"s a squirrel up a tree. Let"s see!"
The Kid threw his rifle into the position of a most portentous ready, and the two entered the bushes. Peter was discovered, his hair bristling between his shoulders, jumping eagerly around some object which lay, invisible, on the ground. He snapped with excitement. The Kid ran forward with a shout. Molly picked her skirts up and followed with equal rapidity and considerably more grace. They nearly ran over a large coiled rattlesnake.
The Kid yelled and leaped to one side. Molly stopped stock-still and uttered a piercing scream, after which she climbed rapidly to the top of a near-by bowlder, where she perched, her skirts daintily raised, her eyes bright with excitement. Peter leaped madly about. The Kid discharged rapid but ineffectual pea bullets at the reptile.
"I imagine you need a little help," said a voice so unexpected that Molly nearly fell from the rock. The Kid gave one look at the newcomer and fled with a howl of terror. "A most peculiar youth," observed Durand reflectively as he advanced. "Most peculiar--seemingly obsessed of an unwarranted terror for my person. Strange! I have never acted in any way brusquely toward him." He picked up a stick, and, advancing without the slightest hesitation, killed the whirring snake with a single blow. "You may now descend," he a.s.sured her, turning with exquisite grace to offer his hand.
He led the way out to the road. Peter followed until within sight of the animals chained to the posts, and then he quietly disappeared in search of the Kid. This was not cowardice on Peter"s part, but he had long since tested by experiment the futility of challenging barks.
Molly had recognized the newcomer from the Kid"s description; and her first glance a.s.sured her that her surmise as to his calling had been true. She had been reading the _Life of Wilson_, the naturalist, recently; and so knew of the existence of such men. To her they seemed rather romantic.
"Oh!" cried she on catching sight of the chained animals. "Are they tame? Are they tame enough to pet?"
The old man smiled a little at her enthusiasm. He had been looking her over with pleasure, but without surprise. Michal Lafond, his new friend, had mentioned his "daughter"; but never, Durand now thought, in fitting terms. This girl was really beautiful. The little interview became an audience to which Durand brought his exquisite court manners.
"Jacques, the little racc.o.o.n, certainly is," he replied to Molly"s question, "but the others--I do not know--they are tame enough for me--but a stranger----. We can try, cautiously."
Molly had run forward and fallen on her knees before the "c.o.o.n. She was delighted with his grizzled, round body, with his bright eyes, his sharp little nose, the stripes across his back, his bare, black hands, almost human, and above all with the clean, fresh woods-smell that is characteristic of such an animal when not too closely confined.
Finding him quite gentle, she took him in her arms. Jacques proceeded at once to investigate busily the recesses and folds of her dress.
"He seeks for sweetmeats," explained the old man, who was looking on.
From Jacques they proceeded to Isabeau, the lynx. Isabeau spat a little and looked askance, but under reproof permitted a dainty pat on the tips of his ta.s.selled ears. Patalon, the great clown bear, was good-natured, but rough. He desired to be rubbed here and there, he wished affectionately to return this young lady"s attentions with a mighty hug. He smelt rank of the wild beast. Molly returned soon to little Jacques.
"How did you get them?" she asked, tapping the end of Jacques" nose to see him wrinkle his face.
"It is not difficult. One captures them young, when they are mere cubs; and so, although they never will lose their wild instincts, they become as you see them."
"But the mothers----?"
"Ah, that is the pity," replied the old man simply. "Sometimes it becomes necessary that they die."