This talk with Douglas made her feel better, but still there was that burden on her heart--a burden that would not be shaken off.
All the Bay was frozen now, and white, like the rest of the world, with drifted snow. The great box stove in the cabin was kept well filled with wood night and day to keep out the searching cold. An inch-thick coat of frost covered the inner side of the gla.s.s panes of the two windows and shut out the morning sunbeams that used to steal across the floor to brighten the little room. December was fast drawing to a close.
Richard Gray"s luck had changed. Fur was plentiful--more plentiful than it had been for years--and he was hopeful that by spring he would have enough to pay all his back debt at the company store and be on his feet again. Two days before Christmas he reached home in high good humour, with the pelts he had caught, and displayed them with satisfaction to Mrs. Gray and Emily--beautiful black otters, martens, minks and beavers with a few lynx and a couple of red foxes.
"I"ll be stayin" home for a fortnight t" get some more wood cut," he announced. "How"ll that suit th" maid?"
"Oh! Tis fine!" cried the child, clapping her hands with delight. "An"
Bob"ll be home for the New Year an" we"ll all be havin" a fine time together before you an" Bob goes away again."
"In th" mornin" I"ll have t" be goin" t" th" Post wi" th" dogs an"
komatik t" get some things. Is there anything yer wantin", Mary?" he asked his wife.
"We has plenty o" flour an" mola.s.ses an" tea; but," she suggested, "th" next day"s Christmas, Richard."
"Aye, I"m thinkin" o" un an" I may be seein" Santa Claus t" tell un what a rare fine maid Emily"s been an" ask un not t" be forgettin"
she. He"s been wonderful forgetful not t" be comin" round last Christmas an" th" Christmas before I"ll have t" be remindin" he."
Emily looked up wistfully.
"An" you are thinkin" he"ll have _time_ t" come here wi" all th"
places t" go to? Oh, I"m wishin" he would!"
"I"ll just make un--I"ll just _make_ un," said her father. "I"ll not let un pa.s.s my maid _every_ time."
Emily was awake early the next morning--before daybreak. Her father was about to start for the Post, and the dogs were straining and jumping in the traces. She knew this because she could hear their expectant howls,--and the dogs never howled just like that under any other circ.u.mstances. Then she heard "hoo-ett--hoo-ett" as he gave them the word to be off and, in the distance, as he turned them down the brook to the right his shouts of "ouk! ouk! ouk!--ouk! ouk! ouk!"
It was a day of delightful expectancy. Tomorrow would be Christmas and perhaps--perhaps--Santa Claus would come! She chattered all day to her mother about it, wondering if he would really come and what he would bring her.
Finally, just at nightfall she heard her father shouting at the dogs outside and presently he came in carrying his komatik box, his beard weighted with ice and his clothing white with h.o.a.r frost.
"Well," announced he, as he put down the box and pulled his adikey over his head, "I were seein" Santa Claus th" day an" givin" he a rare scoldin" for pa.s.sin" my maid by these two year--a _rare_ scoldin"--an"
I"m thinkin" he"ll not be pa.s.sin" un by _this_ Christmas. He"ll not be wantin" _another_ such scoldin"."
"Oh!" said Emily, ""twere too bad t" scold un. He must be havin" a wonderful lot o" places t" go to an" he"s not deservin" t" be scolded now. He"s sure doin" th" best he can--I _knows_ he"s doin" th" best he can."
"He were deservin" of un, an" more. He were pa.s.sin" my maid _two_ year runnin" an" I can"t be havin" that," insisted the father as he hung up his adikey and stooped to open the komatik box, from which he extracted a small package which he handed to Emily saying, "Somethin"
Bessie were sendin"."
"Look! Look, mother!" Emily cried excitedly as she undid the package and discovered a bit of red ribbon; "a hair ribbon an"--an" a paper with some writin"!"
Mrs. Gray duly examined and admired the gift while Emily spelled out the message.
[Ill.u.s.tration (handwriting): to dear emily Wishin mery Crismus from Bessie]
"Oh, an" Bessie"s fine t" be rememberin" me!" said she, adding regretfully, "I"m wishin" I"d been sendin" she somethin" but I hasn"t a thing t" send."
"Aye, Bessie"s a fine la.s.s," said her father. "She sees me comin" an"
runs down t" meet me, an" asks how un be, an" if we"re hearin" e"er a word from Bob. An" I tells she Emily"s fine an" we"re not hearin" from Bob, but are thinkin" un may be comin" home for th" New Year. An" then Bessie says as she"s wantin" t" come over at th" New Year t" visit Emily."
"An" why weren"t you askin" she t" come back with un th" day?" asked Mrs. Gray.
"Oh, I wish she had!" exclaimed Emily.
"I were askin" she," he explained, "but she were thinkin" she"d wait till th" New Year. Her mother"s rare busy th" week wi" th" men all in from th" bush, an" needin" Bessie"s help."
"An" how"s th" folk findin" th" fur?" asked Mrs. Gray as she poured the tea.
"Wonderful fine. Wonderful fine with all un as be in."
"An" I"m glad t" hear un. "Twill be givin" th" folk a chance t" pay th" debts. Th" two bad seasons must ha" put most of un in a bad way for debt."
"Aye, "twill that. An" now we"re like t" have two fine seasons. "Tis th" way un always runs."
""Tis th" Lard"s way," said Mrs. Gray reverently.
"The"s a band o" Injuns come th" day," added Richard Gray, "an" they reports fur rare plenty inside, as "tis about here. An" I"m thinkin"
Bob"ll be doin" fine his first year in th" bush."
"Oh, I"m hopin"--I"m hopin" so--for th" lad"s sake an" Emily"s. "Tis how th" Lard"s makin" a way for th" brave lad t" send Emily t" th"
doctor--an" he comes back safe."
"I were askin" th" Mountaineers had they seen Nascaupee footin", an"
they seen none. They"re sayin" th" Nascaupees has been keepin" t" th"
nuth"ard th" winter, an" we"re not t" fear for th" lad."
"Thank th" Lard!" exclaimed Mrs. Gray. "Thank th" Lard! An" now that"s relievin" my mind wonderful--relievin"--it--wonderful."
There was an added earnestness to Richard Gray"s expressions of thanksgiving when he knelt with his wife by their child"s couch for family worship that Christmas eve, and there was an unwonted happiness in their hearts when they went to their night"s rest.
XIV
THE SHADOW OF DEATH
The kettle was singing merrily on the stove, and Mrs. Gray was setting the breakfast table, when Emily awoke on Christmas morning. Her father was just coming in from out-of-doors bringing a breath of the fresh winter air with him.
"A Merry Christmas," he called to her. "A Merry Christmas t" my maid!"
"And did Santa Claus come?" she asked, looking around expectantly.
"Santa Claus? There now!" he exclaimed, "an" has th" old rascal been forgettin" t" come again? Has you seen any signs o" Santa Claus bein"
here?" he asked of Mrs. Gray, as though thinking of it for the first time. Then, turning towards the wall back of the stove, he exclaimed, "Ah! Ah! an" what"s _this_?"
Emily looked, and there, sitting upon the shelf, was a doll!