"I don"t think there is that much danger, Jess," answered Rob. "But if there should be an accident, we have one boat left, and we"d not try to run her through. We"d let her down the edge of the rapids on a rope the best we could, a little at a time. That"s what Alex would do now if he thought there was any real danger."
"Here they come!" shouted John. All three boys scrambled up on a high, jutting rock, where they could see the course of the boat.
The _Mary Ann_ swept around the curve gently and steadily, caught in the rapid down-set of the current. Moise was in the bow, Alex at the stern paddle, and both the men looked steadily ahead and not at either side. They saw the boat seemed to tip down at a sharp angle, but still go on steadily. Alex was following the long V which ran down in the mid-channel stream, on either side of which were heavy rocks and sharp, abrupt falls in the water. At the foot of this smooth strip they saw the bow of the boat shoot up into the air, then drop down to a more even keel. From that time on the _Mary Ann_ was swept down swiftly, jumping up and down, part of the time almost hidden out of sight, and, as they thought, swamped in the heavy seas. To their delight, however, they saw the little craft emerge at the foot of the white water after a while and, taking advantage of the back current, swing gently alongside and up the sh.o.r.e toward where they stood at the foot of the main cascade. Both the men were smiling at their excitement.
"Well, what do you think about that?" asked John, in wonder. "I was sure they were gone, but they don"t seem to care at all."
On the contrary, Moise seemed to be very much pleased with the experience. Alex was smoking quietly. Neither said much when finally they came ash.o.r.e close where the boys stood.
"That was great work," said Rob. "It was beautiful!"
"These boat she"ll not tip over," said Moise calmly. "She"s good boat.
I s"pose could carry through maybe a hondred ton or so!"
"Well, maybe not _that_ much!" smiled Alex, "but we"ve proved that the channel out there is practicable. We"ll go up now and bring down the other boat. First we"ll put this one high up on the bank, so that no rise in the stream can take it away, because we"re apt to need these boats before we get through."
Suiting the action to the word, the two _voyageurs_ now went back to the camp, and presently the boys once more saw the nodding and dipping little craft come around the bend. The _Jaybird_ came through with quite as good fortune as had the _Mary Ann_. And soon the two canoes, lightly loaded, were lying side by side on the beach below the rolling water.
"That"s how we"ll did done it!" said Moise. "S"pose water will be bad, go where he"ll ain"t be so bad. No use for get tip over. S"pose he"ll be too bad, we"ll take a rope an" let those boat down little bit to a time."
"Well," said John, "we don"t want to show the white feather, but I suppose it"s just as well that you should take the boats through a bad place, and not trust to us--we might get rattled in the wrong place out there."
"Yes," said Rob, "it"s better to be too careful than not careful enough. I can see now what the boats will do, however, and I have more confidence than I have had at any time about our getting through the journey all right."
"I can"t quite figure out, Mr. Rob," said Alex, "just where we are.
The maps don"t seem to look like the country, or the country like the maps."
"According to my reckoning," Rob answered, "we"re now about where Mackenzie was on June 9th. The day before that--which will be the day after this as we run down the stream--they had sight of a high, white mountain in the evening, off to the east, and there were mountains and valleys in full sight to the south. The valley was wide. That answers pretty closely to the description of this country here. In the morning of that day--which will be later on in the day for us as we go down--they saw a high, white bank on the east. We haven"t pa.s.sed any such bank. They made seventeen miles of this water coming up. If we can locate that white bank, we ought to strike slacker water below there and then faster water still farther below, according to their story. On June 6th the water was so high and heavy that they had to pull up by the branches of trees, because they couldn"t paddle or pole or track. As they were three days in making something like thirty miles, we ought to expect pretty fast work the next day or so below here. But of course they had high water, and we haven"t."
"That seems to me good reasoning," said Alex. "We"ll take it slow and easy, and if we hear a bad rapid we"ll go ash.o.r.e and look it out first before we run it. Not that I know even now just where that stream comes in from McLeod."
"We could find out by exploring," said Rob, "but I don"t think we need do that. Let"s go through on our own as much as we can. We want to stop when we get down into some good bear country anyhow--as soon as Moise and John have eaten up enough pork to make room in the boat!"
"They"re making such a hole in the bacon now," said Alex, "that I"m afraid we"ll have to stop and hunt somewhere to-morrow."
"That"ll suit us all right," boasted John. "Rob and I will stroll out and kill you almost anything you want to-morrow evening."
They all returned now to the camp, which had been left on the bar around the bend, and pa.s.sed the night there.
"We"ll have to be good _voyageurs_ from now on," said Alex, when they turned in for the night, "and that means getting on the trail by four o"clock in the morning."
XII
WILD COUNTRY AND WILDERNESS WAYS
By daylight of the following morning the boys were busy breaking camp and getting their luggage across the bend to the place where they had left the boats below the rapids. They found no very bad water for some little distance, although occasionally there were stretches with steep rocks where the water rippled along very noisily. Again they would meet wide bends where the paddles were useful.
They still were in a wide valley. Far to the east lay the main range of the Rockies, but the mountains were much lower than they are farther to the south. They kept a sharp outlook on both banks, trying to find some landmark which would tell them where they were, and at last, indeed, they found a high, white bank on the right-hand side, which they supposed to have been the one mentioned in the Mackenzie journal, although it was not exactly where Rob"s map said it ought to be. They paused at this place for their first rest, and occupied themselves for a time figuring out, each according to his notion, a map of the country on ahead, which all admitted now was entirely strange to them.
Alex and Moise agreed pretty closely in their description of the country below the Finlay, for they had friends who had made that trip numbers of times. As to the country between this place and the mouth of the Finlay, Rob seemed to be deferred to more than any one else, because he had read carefully and mapped out the country in accordance with the Fraser and Mackenzie journals and such narratives of later travelers as he could find, surveyors, traders, and prospectors.
"Now," said he presently, "if we should run down two or three hours farther we"d make say fifteen miles, and that ought to bring us about to the spot where Mackenzie climbed the tree to look out over the country. As near as I can get at it, that was pretty near the real divide between the eastern and western waters--that is to say, not far from where the small stream leads back to McLeod Lake, and the McLeod Lake portage across to the Fraser, the way the fur-traders went later on. That"s the Gis...o...b.. portage route. It"s a lot easier than the one we"ve taken, too."
"Well, I don"t see how they ever got boats up this way at all," said Jesse, looking with wonder at the swiftly moving current which pa.s.sed at their feet.
"And just to think," said John, "they didn"t know where they were at all, even as much as we do now; and we"re pretty much lost, if it comes to that."
"Mackenzie, she"ll been good man," said Moise. "Maybe so most as good man like my wife hees onkle, Pete Fraser."
"Well," said Alex, "we can drop down a way farther and if we don"t meet bad water we"ll get into camp early."
""Drop down" just about describes it," said Rob. "It"s like sliding downhill on a sled, almost, isn"t it? I"ll know more about the making of a big river than I ever did before."
None the less the boys, who had gained confidence with every hour in the care of these skilled boatmen, felt less and less fear as they pa.s.sed on down the sometimes tumbling and roaring stream which now lay before them. The water was not really dangerous for some distance now, and only in two instances did Alex go ash.o.r.e and line the boats down at the edge of rapids, although time and again he cautioned Moise, who was something of a daredevil in the canoe, not to undertake any run which looked in the least bad. Moise and Rob, of course, retained their position in the lead boat, the _Mary Ann_.
"I believe I"ll get the hang of it after a while," said Rob, as they paused at the head of a rapid lying ahead of the two canoes. "The main thing is to map out your course before you go through, and then hang to it. You can"t take any too sudden turns, and you have to be careful not to strike on a rock--that"s the most dangerous thing, after all, except the big swells at the foot of a fast drop."
Sometimes, when the sh.o.r.e was strewn with rocks alongside a rapid which interrupted the pa.s.sing down of the boats, all of the party would be as much in the water as out, wading, shoving and pulling at the boats. They were pretty well chilled when, well on into the afternoon, Alex signified that it was time to make camp for the day.
"Better get out dry socks and moccasins, young gentlemen," said he.
"You"re not quite as tough as Moise yonder."
Moise, happy and care-free, had not as yet started to make a fire, but was sitting on a rock playing earnestly at a jews"-harp which he carried in his pocket.
Jesse, idly prowling around in the "possible bag" in which Moise carried his personal belongings, tipped out on the ground what looked to be a small chopping-bowl, or wooden dish. "What"s that, Moise?"
said he, "and what are all these sticks tied up in a bundle here?"
"I suppose you"ll not know what"s those," said Moise.
Jesse shook his head.
"That"s what Injun calls his game," said Moise, laughing.
"His game--what"s that?"
"Those game she"ll been call platter game. All tam in winter Injun will play those game in hees house--he"ll play it here hondred year, two hondred year, I s"pose maybe."
"I know!" broke in Rob, eagerly. "Mackenzie tells about that very thing. He says that two of his Indians got to fighting over a game of platter at the fort down below here. I wonder if that"s the same thing!"
"It is," said Alex, "precisely the same. The Crees all play this, although so far as I know it isn"t known east of Lake Superior. Show him how to play, Moise."
Moise now spread down one of the blankets on the ground and took his seat cross-legged at the side of it, motioning to the boys to sit opposite. He now untied the greasy rag which wrapped up the bundle of sticks, and produced from it eight little pieces of copper, disks, red on one side and tinned or galvanized on the other. These he put in the pan or platter, and shaking them together, tossed them into the air, catching them again in the bowl, which he thumped on the blanket just as they fell.
"S"pose four white an" four red"ll come out," said he, "an" I"m play"
with Alex. He"ll give me eight stick now, for I"ll win. So. Try heem again."