The Buffalo Runners Part 43

"Cure deafness!" she exclaimed, with a faint laugh, "nothin' will ever cure _my_ deafness. But I can trust _you_, dearie, so do what you please."

"Shut your eyes, then."

"And open your mouth!" said Archie to Little Bill in a low voice.

Old Peg did as she was bid. Dan, approaching behind her, put the small end of the tube into her right ear--which was the best one--and Elspie, putting her mouth to the other end, spoke to her in her soft, natural voice.

The effect was amusing. Old Peg dropped into her chair as if paralysed, and gazed from one to another in mute amazement.

"Eh! dearie. Did I ever think to hear the sweet low voice o' Elspie like as it was when she was a bairn! Most amazin'!" she said. "Let me hear't again."

The operation was repeated, and it was finally found that, by means of this extemporised ear-trumpet, the poor creature once more became a conversable member of society. She went about the house the remainder of that day in a quite excited state, asking questions of everybody, and putting the end of the instrument to their mouths for an answer. Archie even declared that he had caught her alone in the back-kitchen shoving the cat's head into the mouth-piece of the instrument, and pinching its tail to make it mew.

It was two days after the occurrence of these incidents that the old woman was seated by Duncan's bedside, gazing through her tortoise-sh.e.l.l gla.s.ses at the well-thumbed Bible, when her patient, who had been very restless, looked up and spoke.

"Can I do anything for ye, dearie?" said Old Peg, putting the trumpet-end into her ear, and handing the mouth-piece to Duncan.

"You--you hear much better now, Old Peg?" said the sick man, in his natural voice.

"Ay, much, much better; thanks to the Lord--and to Mr Daniel."

"If Daniel had not thought of it," said the invalid, quite gravely, "do you think that the Lord would hev sent the machine to you?"

"He might or He might not," returned the old woman, promptly. "It's not for me to say, nor yet to guess on that point. But this I do know for certain--if the Lord hadna' thought upon Mr Daniel, then Mr Daniel wouldna' have been here to think upon _me_."

Duncan made no reply, and for some time remained quite silent. Then he spoke again.

"Peg, what wa.s.s it that you would be reading to me last night--something about a malefactor, I'm thinking."

"Ay, it was about the robbers that was crucified on each side o' the Lord. One o' them reviled the Lord as he was hangin' there, the other found forgiveness, for he was led to see what a lost sinner he was, and repented and confessed his sins."

"That is fery strange," said Duncan, after a few moments' thought. "Do you think, Peg, that the robber that was forgiven wa.s.s a--a murderer?"

"I have little doubt o't," answered Peg, "for I've heard say that they think very little o' human life in them Eastern countries. But whatever he was, the blood of Jesus Christ was able to cleanse him."

"Ay, but if he was a murderer, Peg, he did not _deserve_ to be forgiven."

"My bairn," said the old woman, with something of motherly tenderness in her tone, "it's not them that _deserve_ to be forgiven that _are_ forgiven, but them that see that they _don't_ deserve it. Didna' this robber say that he was sufferin' for his sins justly? That, surely, meant that he deserved what he was getting, an' how is it possible to deserve both condemnation an' forgiveness at the same time? But he believed that Jesus was a king--able and willing to save him though he did _not_ deserve it, so he asked to be remembered, and he _was_ remembered. But lie down now, bairn, an' rest: Ye are excitin'

yoursel', an' that's bad for ye."

A week or so after the conversation above recorded, Dan brought a wheel-chair for Duncan, similar to the one he had made for his father.

As Duncan had been getting out of bed for several days before, Dan found him dressed and sitting up. He therefore lifted him into the chair at once, and wheeled him out into the garden, where a blaze of warm sunshine seemed to put new life into the poor invalid.

It had been pre-arranged that old McKay should be brought down that same day to his new room, and that he should also be wheeled into the garden, so as to meet his son Duncan, without either of them being prepared for the meeting.

"I don't feel at all sure that we are right in this arrangement," Elspie had said; but Dan and Fergus, and Mrs Davidson and Jessie had thought otherwise, so she was overruled.

Archie was deputed to attend upon Duncan junior, and Little Bill obtained leave to push the chair of old McKay. The younger man was wheeled under the shade of a tree with his back to the house, and left there. Then the family retired out of the way, leaving Archie to attend the invalid.

A few minutes after young Duncan had been placed, Little Bill pushed his charge under the same tree, and, wheeling the chair quickly round, brought father and son suddenly face to face.

The surprise was great on both sides, for each, recollecting only the man that _had been_, could hardly believe in the reality of the ghost that sat before him.

"Father!" exclaimed Duncan at last.

But the old man answered not. Some strong feeling was evidently surging within him, for his mouth was tightly pursed and his features worked strangely. Suddenly he burst into tears, but the weakness was momentary. With an effort that seemed to concentrate the acc.u.mulated energy of all the McKays from Adam downwards, he again pursed his mouth and looked at his younger son with a stern persistent frown, worthy of the most rugged of Highlanders in his fiercest mood.

Duncan was inexpressibly touched.

"Father," said he again, "I've been a baad, baad son to _you_."

"Tuncan," retorted the old man, in a husky but firm voice, "I've been a baad, baad father to you."

"Let us shake hands--whatever," said the son.

The two silently grasped each other's hands with all the little strength that remained to them. Then old McKay turned suddenly to his henchman.

"Little Bill," said he, in a tone that was not for an instant to be disregarded, "shove me down to the futt of the garden--you _rascal_!"

With a prompt.i.tude little short of miraculous the Highlander was wheeled away, and thus the momentous meeting was abruptly brought to a close.

CHAPTER THIRTY THREE.

MATRIMONIAL PLANS AND PROSPECTS.

Time pa.s.sed by, as time is rather apt to do, and still the feud between the rival fur companies continued, to the detriment of the Indians and the fur-trade, the unsettling of Red River Settlement, and the demoralisation more or less of all concerned.

Men who would gladly have devoted all their energies to the arts of peace, became more or less belligerent in spirit, if not in act, and many were forced to take sides in the controversy--some siding with the Nor'-Westers and others with the Hudson's Bay Company.

With the merits of their contentions we do not propose to meddle. We confine ourselves to facts.

One important fact was that our hero Daniel Davidson took the side of the Hudson's Bay Company. Being a stout fellow, with a good brain, a strong will, an independent spirit, and a capable tongue, he was highly appreciated by the one side and considerably hated by the other, insomuch that some of the violent spirits made dark suggestions as to the propriety of putting him out of the way. It is not easy, however, or safe, to attempt to put a strong, resolute man out of the way, and his enemies plotted for a considerable time in vain.

The unsettled state of the colony, and the frequent failure of the crops had, as we have seen, exerted an evil influence for a long time on poor Dan's matrimonial prospects, and at last, feeling that more settled times might yet be in the remote future, and that, as regarded defence and maintenance, it would be on the whole better both for Elspie and himself that they should get married without delay, he resolved to take the important step, and, as old McKay remarked, have it over.

"You see, Taniel," said the old man, when the subject was again broached, "it iss of no use hangin' off an' on in this fashion.

Moreover, this nasty stiff leg o' mine is so long of getting well that it may walk me off the face o' the earth altogether, an' I would not like to leave Elspie till this matter iss settled. Tuncan also iss a little better just now, so what say you to have the weddin' the month after next? Mr Sutherland will be back from the Whitehorse Plains by then, an' he can tie the knot tight enough--whatever. Anyway, it iss clear that if we wait for a munister o' the Auld Kirk, we will hev to wait till doomsday. What say you, Taniel?"

It need hardly be said that Dan had nothing whatever to say in objection to this scheme. It was therefore settled--under the proviso, of course, that Elspie had no objection. Dan went off at once to see Elspie, and found that she had no objection, whereupon, after some conversation, etcetera, with which we will not weary the reader, he sought out his friend Fred Jenkins, to whom he communicated the good news, and treated him to a good many unanswerable reasons why young people should not delay marriage when there was any reasonable prospect of their getting on comfortably in life together.

The sailor agreed with effusive heartiness to all that he said, and Dan thought while he was speaking--orating--as one of the American settlers would have expressed it--that Jenkins wore a peculiar expression on his manly countenance. Attributing it to unusual interest in the event, he continued--

"Now, Fred, I want you to be my best-man--"

"Unpossible--quite unpossible," interrupted the seaman with a grave shake of the head.

"How--impossible!"