"What are you loaded with, Vosh?" shouted the deacon. "Nothing but buckshot? It"s risky."
"Buckshot, and two slugs in each barrel."
"That"s better. He"s turned a little. Take him in the shoulder."
"Bang, bang!" was the reply made by the gun. It was close work, and not many of the leaden missiles wandered from their broad black target.
The bear was mortally wounded, but he instantly gathered his remaining strength for a charge. The furiously angry growl he gave sent a thrill and chill through all the bones of the scattered spectators.
Right past Vosh at that moment sprang the deacon; and he met the bear halfway, like the brave old borderer that he was. He was a master-hand with an axe, and its keen edge fell with a thud squarely between the eyes of the ferocious animal. It sank in as if the bear"s head had been the side of a hickory, and there was no need of any second blow.
The bear was dead; and all the sugar makers and eaters could cl.u.s.ter around and make remarks upon him, and praise Vosh Stebbins and the deacon.
"Pen!" exclaimed Susie, "what will his mother say of him now?"
"Why, they"ll skin him, and it"ll make the beautifullest kind of a buffalo-robe."
Pen was thinking of the bear only; and Vosh had at once reloaded and shouldered his gun, and walked away. He was ready for another bear, but felt pretty sure that none would come. Port and Corry gave up going to the house for guns and coming back again, and all the young ladies seemed to think it must be near supper-time. They carried the news to Mrs. Stebbins, and it was all but provoking that she should take it very much as a matter of course. If any bear came to be killed, it was as natural as life that her boy should kill him. He was a young fellow from whom uncommon things were to be commonly expected.
After the adventure with the bear, the sewing society was a greater success than before. It went right on until late into the evening, but the success of it was not in the sewing that was done. The only heathen for whom much was accomplished was probably the bear himself.
Susie Hudson said to her brother at last, "I don"t care, Port, it beats a city party all to pieces. There"s ever so much more real enjoyment. I want to live in the country."
"Oh, well, I like it in winter. It"s well enough. You"ve been out here in summer too."
"It"s twice as good then."
"No, Susie, it can"t be. It must be all hard work in summer. But think of the fun we"ve had!"
She did; and late in the evening Vosh Stebbins stepped up to her, and whispered,--
"May I see you home? The cutter"s waiting at the door. All the rest are getting ready to start."
"I"ve got to say good-by to them all, I suppose."
"Go round and say it now. I don"t want to sleigh-ride anybody else.
They"ve all got company."
That was the reason why, a little afterwards, Vosh Stebbins"s mother could not find him. He and Susie were jingling over the snow behind the sorrel colt, and it was a long way home before they returned to the house.
CHAPTER XIX.
THE FLOOD AND THE END.
It was well for all who were fond of sleighing, to make the best use of their time. A great many people had had enough, and were even eager to see the snow depart. There was a great deal of it to go, and the weather took an unexpected part in the matter. The sun came out with a power that had in it something peculiar, and made all human beings feel drowsy, heavy, listless, and disposed to take boneset-tea. The older they were, the more black and bitter was the boneset they called for; and aunt Judith manufactured some uncommonly good root-beer to go with it. So far as the young people were concerned, the root-beer went much more rapidly than the boneset.
Then arrived two whole days of warm and heavy rain; and, when the sun came out again, he had an altered landscape to look down upon. All the hillsides were streaming with torrents of water, and every hollow was a pond. The roads were channels of temporary rivulets, and the river in the valley had swollen until its fetters were breaking. The ice in the mill-pond cracked and lifted until the water broke out over the dam.
That relieved the pressure for a few hours, until the huge cakes of ice got in a hurry, and began to climb upon each others" shoulders. They rapidly built up a dam of their own, right on top of the old one, and the water sent back up stream for more ice. As fast as the new supplies came down, they were heaped up, right and left and centre; and no engineer could have done the work better, so far as increasing the size of the mill-pond was concerned. It grew tremendously, and the sun toiled at the snow-banks on the hillsides, all along the banks of that river away up into the mountains, to send down more snow-water for the big spread in Benton Valley.
"Sarah," said Deacon Farnham at about the middle of the second forenoon, "if this thing keeps on, it"ll drown out the village."
"Has the water got there yet?" she asked. "Is it rising?"
"Rising! Guess it is. I"ll hitch up the team after dinner, and we"ll go and take a look at it."
When Pen and Corry came home at noon, they reported that school was dismissed for the day; and Pen explained it,--
"She said the Flood was coming again, but I don"t believe it is."
"Not Noah"s Flood," said her father; "but enough might come to carry away the school-house. I can"t say what they"re going to do about it."
The story Vosh told at home brought Mrs. Stebbins over after dinner, and there was a full sleigh-load driven down to see the sights.
Susie and Port were to have one more experience of winter life in the country, and it was one they would not have missed for any thing. The mill-pond was away below the village, and there was another up towards Cobbleville that was said to be nearly as badly off. As the water had risen, it had set back and back, until now the low-lying lands were a great lake with houses and barns sticking up from it. Deacon Farnham drove on down towards the village, and all the tongues in the sleigh grew more and more silent. Aunt Judith had already told all there was to tell about the great flood when she was a girl, and when they had to live without flour or meal. The story sounded much more real now, for the first man they met said to them,--
"If the ice goes on packing up there at the dam, the mill and all will break away before midnight."
"Are they trying to do any thing to loosen the pack?" asked Vosh.
"They can"t get at it to pick at it, and it"s wuth any man"s life to try. The water"s in the main street now."
"What if the upper dam should give way?" asked the deacon.
"Well, if the ice there and the dam should give way all at once, and come down in a heap, there wouldn"t be much left of Benton."
They drove on down the road to the right, towards what had been the lower level of the coasting-hill, where the sleds darted out upon the pond. They could see the whole thing now, and the long ridge of ice with the flood surging and rising against it, and filling up every lower place with fresh material. The water was still pouring over the pack at the upper dam, the deacon said, or no more ice and snow would be coming down.
"Mr. Farnham!" suddenly exclaimed Vosh Stebbins, "I wish I had money enough to pay for a keg of blasting-powder."
"What for, Vosh?"
"Don"t you see? You can get to the second floor of the mill, right across those logs. If a keg of powder could be shoved out on the pack, and left there with a slow-match burning, I could get back before it went off."
"I"ll pay for the powder," said the deacon as he turned his team towards the village, and Mrs. Stebbins gasped,--
"O Vosh! Lavawjer!"
She sat still, and looked a little white for a moment, and then the color came to her face, and there was a sort of flash in her eyes as she said slowly and steadily,--
"Just you try it on. Your father would have done it any day. Levi Stebbins was a soldier, and he never flinched any thing in all his life."
"Joshaway," said aunt Judith with a bit of a tremor in her voice, "I want to pay for that powder myself. He can buy two kegs if he needs "em."
The water was nearly a foot deep in front of Rosenstein"s store when the sleigh came splashing along. The whole village was boiling with excitement, in spite of the fact that the flood was all of ice-water.