Grit A-Plenty Part 3

think 'tis wrong t' hunt deer."

"I'm thinkin'," suggested Thomas, "that th' Lard puts cows and sheep in th' world for people t' kill and t' eat when they needs un. 'Tis right for th' folk there t' kill th' cows and sheep t' get meat. 'Tis right for us here t' kill deer and such game as we can, t' eat. We couldn't live without un. 'Tis th' different ways th' Lard has of givin' them meat an' givin' us meat."

"That's sound reasoning," observed Doctor Joe.

And so they talked until bedtime, and then, at Thomas's request Doctor Joe read aloud from the scriptures, and Thomas offered an evening prayer, for on The Labrador, where there are no churches, but where folk live near to G.o.d, their Christian faith is great, and they do not forget to give thanks for their blessings, and to worship Him.

Then Doctor Joe spread his blankets upon the floor, for in that country visitors and travelers carry their beds with them, and there is welcome and room enough for all in every house.

"I'll stay and help you load your fish," suggested Doctor Joe, when they had eaten breakfast the following morning. "You've two good, stout helpers, but an extra one, I take it, won't be in the way."

"'Twill be a great help," said Thomas. "The boys finds th' barrels heavy liftin', and an extra hand would help us wonderful much."

"And get un done quicker," suggested David, "and then we'll get away to th' post on this tide."

"All right," said Doctor Joe, "let's go to it."

Below the house Thomas had built of stones and logs a short jetty, which served as a wharf for loading and unloading his big boat. The barrels of fish were rolled down to the jetty, and the boat brought alongside.

"Now," said Thomas, "'twill be easy work. Davy and Andy can roll the barrels to us, Doctor Joe, whilst you and I lifts un down into the boat and stows un. They're a bit heavy, but we can manage without troubling with a rope t' lower un down, and 'twill save time."

"All right," agreed Doctor Joe. "Let them come, boys."

[Ill.u.s.tration: "Aye, feel of un and rub the numbness out"]

"Aye," laughed Davy, "we'll let un come fast as ever you and Pop can lift un."

And so they were doing well enough, and making quick work of it, until the last barrel came, and the boat was so crowded with cargo that the standing room for Thomas and Doctor Joe was narrow and cramped.

"Have you a good footing there?" asked Doctor Joe, when the barrel was balanced on the end of the jetty and they were ready for the lift.

"'Tis all right," said Thomas, "let her come."

And then Thomas slipped, and though Doctor Joe did his best to prevent it, the barrel crashed down upon Thomas's leg, and when Doctor Joe and David lifted it and released him, Thomas discovered that he could not stand upon the leg.

"She'll soon be all right," said Thomas. "She's just numbed a bit with the weight."

"Let me feel of it," suggested Doctor Joe, proceeding to examine the leg.

"Aye, feel of un, and rub th' numbness out," said Thomas.

"Too bad! Too bad!" exclaimed Doctor Joe, presently. "The leg is broken."

And so indeed it proved.

Doctor Joe and the boys carried Thomas to the house and laid him in his bunk. Then Doctor Joe cut some sticks of proper length and size and wrapped them with pieces of old blanket, and with David's help set the leg and deftly bound the splints into place with bandages which Margaret had quickly prepared under his direction as he worked.

"There you are," he said, finally, standing up and surveying his work.

"Does it feel comfortable, Tom?"

"Not so bad," answered Thomas. "Will th' lashin's hold, now?"

"I'll warrant that!" a.s.sured Doctor Joe.

"And is she like t' be straight and stout again when she heals?" asked Thomas anxiously.

"Straight and stout as ever she was," promised Doctor Joe, "but you'll have to lie still for a month or six weeks, and then you'll be on crutches for a time. I'll look after you, Tom."

"And I can't go to my trappin' grounds, then, before th' New Year, _what_ever?" Thomas asked anxiously.

"No--not before the New Year--whatever--nor after the New Year--not this winter--I'm afraid," said Dr. Joe, reluctantly.

A shadow pa.s.sed over Thomas's face, but he said nothing.

"I'm sorry," sympathized Doctor Joe.

"'Twere a blessin' you were here t' mend un," said Tom.

"Yes," agreed Doctor Joe, "it was well I was here to set it."

"I wouldn't mind so much if 'tweren't for Jamie," continued Thomas.

"How, now, can we ever get th' money t' pay th' lad's way t' have th'

great doctor cure him?"

But this was a question Doctor Joe could not answer, and he was sorely troubled.

"Pop," said Jamie, who had come close to his father's bed, "we'll keep our grit, both of us, now."

"Aye, lad, we'll keep our grit, you and me," and there was a choke in Thomas's voice as he reached for Jamie's hand, which Jamie gave him after pa.s.sing it before his eyes in a vain effort to brush the mist away, which was a habit with him of late.

III

DOCTOR JOE

Doctor Joe's usually jovial face had suddenly become drawn and tired.

He had not answered Thomas's question, "How, now, can we ever get th'

money t' pay th' lad's way t' have th' great doctor cure him?" How, indeed, could they get the necessary money? What could they do to save Jamie's eyes without money? And he was thinking of the years before he came to The Labrador--of what he had once been--of the years that he had spent on The Labrador as a hunter and fisherman. Had his life been wasted? he asked himself.

"We're in a tight pinch, but hard luck is bound to come now and again," said Thomas, at length, startling Doctor Joe out of his reveries, "and we'll try not to worry about un. If 'tweren't for Jamie's eyes needin' t' be cured 'twouldn't be so bad."

"No, if 'tweren't for Jamie's eyes it wouldn't be so bad. If 'tweren't for Jamie's eyes," said Doctor Joe.

And then he turned and went out of doors and down to the beach, and for a little while paced up and down, with his head bent in thought.

There is no regret in life so bitter as regret for indiscretions that have ruined a career and ended life's hopes and ambitions. The world is a desolate place indeed for a man to live in when he has no ambition and no goal of attainment. He is simply existing--a clog in the moving throng of doers. The man who does not go forward must of necessity go backward. There is no room in the hustle and bustle and jostle along the trail of life for one to stand still.