"Three hundred pounds!" said Rob. "That"s pretty heavy, isn"t it?"
"_Non! Non!_" broke in Moise. "She"s no heavy. On the trail those man he"ll take three packets, two hundred seventy poun", an" he"ll trot all same dog--we"ll both told you that before. My onkle, Billy Lout.i.t, he"ll carry seex hondred poun" one tam up a heell long tam. He"ll take barrel of pork an" ron on the bank all same deer."
Rob turned a questioning glance on Alex, who nodded confirmation. "Men have been known to carry four or five hundred pounds considerable distances on the portage," said he. "It isn"t best for them, but they"re always rivaling one another in these feats of strength.
Saunders here, the captain, used to carry five hundred pounds in his day--all the salt pork and boxes you could rake up on top of him. You see this is a country of large distances and the seasons are short.
You talk about "hustling" down in the cities, but I suppose there never was a business carried on which "hustled" as long and hard as the old fur trade a hundred years ago. That"s where these men came from--from fathers and grandfathers who were brought up in the work."
At last the steamer cast loose her mooring-lines and stood off for midstream with a final roar of her whistles. A row of Indians and breeds along the bank again gave the salute of the north with a volley of rifle-fire. They were off for the last lap of their long journey down the great river, this time under somewhat different circ.u.mstances from those under which they had begun their journey.
The boys rapidly explored the steamboat, and found her a comfortable side-wheeler, especially built for this river work, with powerful engines and abundance of room on her lower deck for heavy cargo. Her cabin-deck provided good accommodations for pa.s.sengers, and, all in all, she was quite a wonderful vessel for that far-off country, in their belief.
"I found something down below," said John, coming up the companion-stair after a time.
"What"s that?" asked Jesse.
"Bear hide nailed on the side of the boat, by the wood-pile below. The engineer killed it a week ago up the river. About every one on the boat has a rifle, and they say they get bears every trip. I think we had better have our guns ready all the time. They say that old Showan, the pilot in the pilot-house up above, only keeps his job on this boat because he gets such fine bear hunting all the time."
"Well, he"ll have to beat us," said Rob, stoutly.
"Alex," inquired Jesse, after a time, "how many bear did you ever see on this river in one day?"
"I wouldn"t like to say," answered Alex, "for we don"t always count them. I"m told that one of our pa.s.sengers counted twenty-eight in one afternoon right on this part of the river where we are now. I"ve often seen a dozen a day, I should say."
"You"re joking about that, Alex!" said Rob.
"Wait and see--I may show you pretty soon," was the answer.
The boys, always ready enough when there was game to be seen, secured their rifles and took their stand at the front rail of the cabin-deck, ready for anything which might appear.
"I don"t see how you can shoot off this boat," said Jesse, trying to sight his rifle. "It wobbles all the time when the engine goes."
Alex gave him a little advice. "I think you"ll find it better to stand with your feet pretty close together," said he, "and keep your hands as close together as you can on your rifle, too. Then, when you catch sight of your mark as you swing by, pull, and don"t try to hold dead on."
For some time they saw nothing, and, leaning their rifles against the cabin walls, were talking about something else, when all at once they heard the whistle of the steamer boom out above them. At about the same time, one of the deck-hands at the bow deck below picked up a piece of plank and began to beat loudly with it upon the side structure of the boat.
"What"s the matter?" asked Rob. "Has everybody gone crazy, Alex?"
"No; they"re just trying to beat up the game," said Alex, smiling.
"You see that island below? It nearly always has bears feeding on it, where the berries are thick. When the boat comes down above them the men try to scare the bears out into the river. Just wait a minute, and perhaps you"ll see some of the strangest bear hunting you ever heard of in your life."
Almost as he spoke they all heard the crack of a rifle from the pilot-house above them, and saw the spit of a bullet on the water many hundreds of yards below them.
"I see him," said Rob, "I see him--there he goes! Look at that little ripple on the water."
"Yes," said Alex, quietly, "there was one on the island, as I supposed there would be. He is swimming off now for the mainland. Too far yet, I should say. Just take your time, and let Showan waste his ammunition."
It was all the boys could do to hold their fire, but presently, since almost every one else on the boat began to shoot, Alex signaled to his young charges to open up their battery. He knew very well that the rifles they were using were more powerful than the carbines which made the usual arm in that country.
"Be careful now, young men," said he, "and watch where your bullets go."
For the first few shots the boys found the difficulty which Jesse had prophesied, for shooting from an unstable platform is always difficult. They had the added advantage, however, of being able to tell where their bullets were falling. As they were all firing close together, and were using rifles of the same caliber, it was difficult to tell who really was the lucky marksman, but, while the little triangle of moving water still seemed two or three hundred yards below the boat, suddenly it ceased to advance. There lay upon the surface of the water a large oblong, black ma.s.s.
"Through the head!" said Alex, quietly. "I don"t know which one."
All the deck-hands below began to laugh and shout. The captain of the boat now came forward. "I don"t know which one of you to congratulate," said he, "but that was good work. Now my men will have plenty of meat for the trip down, that"s sure."
He now pa.s.sed down to the floor of the deck, and under his instructions one of the deck-hands picked up a long, stout pole which had a hook fastened on the end of it.
"Look down there below now, young gentlemen," said Alex, "and you"ll see something you never will see anywhere but here. We gaff a bear here, the same as you do a salmon."
This literally was true. The engineer now shut off his engines, and the great boat drifted slowly down upon the floating body of the dead bear, with just steerageway enough to enable the pilot to lay her alongside. At last the deck-hand made a quick sweep with his gaff-hook, and calling two of his fellows to hold onto the pole with him, and so stopping the tremendous pull which the body of the bear made on the pole, they finally succeeded in easing down the strain and presently brought the dead bear close alongside. Then a noose was dropped over its neck and it was hauled aboard. All this time the boys were excitedly waiting for the end of their strange hunt, and to them this sort of bear hunting seemed about the most curious they had ever known.
The deck-hands now, in obedience to a word in their own language from the captain, rapidly began to skin and quarter the dead bear.
Moise explained to them that his young hunters wanted the skin saved for them, with the claws and the skull, so that they were more particular than they usually are in skinning a bear which they intend to eat. Truth to say, the carca.s.s of this bear scarcely lasted for the rest of the voyage, for black bear is a regular article of diet for these people, although they will not often eat the grizzly.
These operations were scarcely well advanced before once more the whistle began to roar, and once more the rifle-fire began from Showan"s place up in the pilot-house. This time they all saw a big bear running up the bank, but perhaps half a mile away. It made good speed scrambling up over the bare places, and was lost to sight from time to time among the bushes. But it had no difficulty in making its escape unhurt, for now the boys, although they fired rapidly at it, could not tell where their bullets were dropping, and were unable to correct their aim.
"I don"t care," said Rob, "if it did get away. We"ve got almost bears enough now, and besides, I don"t know whether this is sportsmanlike or not, shooting bears from a boat. Anyhow, when an animal is swimming in the water and can"t get away, I don"t see the fun in killing it. Let"s wait on the next one and let the pilot shoot it."
They did not have half an hour to wait before they saw that very thing happen. The whistles once more stirred the echoes as they swung down to a group of two or three islands, and this time two bears started wildly across the channel for the mainland. Rob and his friends did not shoot at these, but almost every one else did. One escaped unhurt, but another, although it almost reached the bank, was shot dead with a bullet from Showan"s rifle. Once more the manoeuvers of the gaff-hook were repeated, and once more a great black bear was hauled on board. In fact, they saw during the afternoon no less than six full-grown bears, none of which got away unsaluted, but only two of which really were "bagged," as Alex called it, by the men with the gaff-hook.
XXIX
A MOOSE HUNT
The great flues of the _Peace River_ devoured enormous quant.i.ties of the soft pine fuel, so that soon after noon of the second day they found it well to haul alongsh.o.r.e at a wood-yard, where some of the employes of the company had stacked up great heaps of cord-wood. It was the duty of the deck-hands to get this aboard the boat, an operation which would require perhaps several hours.
"You might prefer to go ash.o.r.e here," said Alex, "while we"re lying tied up. We"ll blow the whistle in time to call you in before we cast off."
As Alex did not think there would be any hunting, he concluded to remain on the boat, but Moise volunteered to walk along the beach with the boys, to explain anything they might see, and to be of a.s.sistance in case they should happen to meet with any game, although no one suspected that such would be the case, since the arrival of the boat had necessarily made considerable disturbance.
"Maybe so we"ll seen some of these mooses somewhere," said Moise after a time. "You"ll seen his track on the sand all along."
"That"s so," said Rob. "They look just like cattle, don"t they? I should think all the game in the country must be coming down into this valley to see what"s going on. Here"s a wolf track, too, big as a horse"s foot, almost. And what are all of these little scratches, like a cat, on the beach, Moise?"
"Some beevaire, he"ll sweem across an" come out here. He"ll got a house somewhere, I"ll s"pose. Plenty game on this part of the river all tam. Plenty meat. My people he"ll live here many year. I got some onkle over on Battle River, an" seven, five, eight cousin on Cadotte River, not far from here. All good honter, too."
"I can believe that, Moise, after seeing you," said John.
The happy-go-lucky Moise laughed light-heartedly. "If she"ll don" hont on this land, she"ll starve sure. A man he"ll mus" walk, he"ll mus"
hont, he"ll mus" portage, he"ll mus" trap, he"ll mus" walk on the track-line, an" know how for paddle an" pole, else he"ll starve sure."
They walked on down along the narrow beach covered with rough stones, and showing only here and there enough of the sand or earth to hold a track. At length, however, Moise gave a sharp word of caution, and hurriedly motioned them all to get under cover at the bank.