The Crew of the Water Wagtail Part 14

But in the midst of the effective though silent transformation the camp of our explorers remained unchanged; and the dying embers of the slowly sinking fire continued to cast their dull red glow on the rec.u.mbent forms which were thoroughly protected by the spreading fir-tree.

By degrees the morning light began to flow over the dreary scene, and at length it had the effect of rousing Oliver Trench from slumber. With the innate laziness of youth the lad turned on his other side, and was about to settle down to a further spell of sleep when he chanced to wink. That wink sufficed to reveal something that induced another wink, then a stare, then a start into a sitting posture, a rubbing of the eyes, an opening of the mouth, and a succession of exclamations, of which "Oh! hallo! I say!" and "Hi-i-i-i!" were among the least impressive.

Of course every one started up and made a sudden grasp at weapons, for the memory of the recent fight was still fresh.

"Winter!" exclaimed Paul and the captain, in the same breath.

"Not quite so bad as that," remarked Hendrick, as he stepped out into the snow and began to look round him with an anxious expression; "but it may, nevertheless, put an end to your explorations if the snow continues."

"Never a bit on't, man!" exclaimed the captain promptly. "What! d'ye think we are to be frightened by a sprinkling of snow?"

To this Hendrick replied only with a gentle smile, as he returned and set about blowing up the embers of the fire which were still smouldering.

"There is more than a sprinkling, Master Trench," observed Paul, as he began to overhaul the remnants of last night's supper; "but I confess it would be greatly against the grain were we to be beaten at this point in our travels. Let us hope that the storm won't last."

"Anyhow we can go on till we can't, daddy," said Oliver, with a tremendous yawn and stretch.

"Well said, my son; as you once truly remarked, you are a chip of the ancient log."

"Just so, daddy. Don't quite finish that marrow bone; I want some of it."

"There, you young rascal, I leave you the lion's share," returned the captain, throwing the bone in question to his son. "But now, Hendrick, what d'ye really think o' this state of things? Shall we be forced to give in an' 'bout ship?"

"No one can tell," answered the hunter. "If the snow stops and the weather gets warm, all will be well. If not, it will be useless to continue our journeying till winter fairly sets in, and the snow becomes deep, and the rivers and lakes are frozen. In which case you must come and stay with me in my island home."

"You are very good, Hendrick; but don't let us talk of givin' up till the masts go by the board. We will carry all sail till then," said the captain, rather gloomily, for he felt that the hunter knew best.

This first snowfall occurred about the middle of October; there was, therefore, some reasonable prospect that it might melt under an improved state of the weather, and there was also the possibility of the fall ceasing, and still permitting them to advance.

Under the impulse of hope derived from these considerations, they set forth once more to the westward.

The prospect in that direction, however, was not cheering. Mountain succeeded mountain in irregular succession, rugged and bleak--the dark precipices and sombre pine-woods looking blacker by contrast with the newly-fallen snow. Some of the hills were wooded to their summits; others, bristling and castellated in outline, afforded no hold to the roots of trees, and stood out in naked sterility. Everywhere the land seemed to have put on its winter garb, and all day, as they advanced, snow continued to fall at intervals, so that wading through it became an exhausting labour, and Oliver's immature frame began to suffer, though his brave spirit forbade him to complain.

That night there came another heavy fall, and when they awoke next morning it was found that the country was buried under a carpet of snow full three feet deep.

"Do you admit now, Master Trench, that the masts have gone by the board," asked Paul, "and that it is impossible to carry sail any longer?"

"I admit nothing," returned the captain grumpily.

"That's right, daddy, never give in!" cried Oliver; "but what has Master Hendrick got to say to it?"

"We must turn in our tracks!" said the hunter gravely, "and make for home."

"Home, indeed!" murmured the captain, whose mind naturally flew back to old England. "If we are to get to any sort of home at all, the sooner we set about making sail for it the better."

There was something in the captain's remark, as well as in his tone, which caused a slight flush on Hendrick's brow, but he let no expression of feeling escape him. He only said--

"You are right, Captain Trench. We must set off with the least possible delay. Will you and your son start off in advance to get something fresh for breakfast while Master Paul and I remain to pack up and bring on our camp equipage? Hunters, you know, should travel light--we will do the heavy work for you."

The captain was surprised, but replied at once--

"Most gladly, Master Hendrick, will I do your bidding; but as we don't know what course to steer, won't we be apt to go astray?"

"There is no fear of that, captain. See you yonder bluff with the bush on the top of it?"

"Where away, Master Hendrick? D'ye mean the one lyin' to wind'ard o'

that cliff shaped like the side of a Dutch galliot?"

"The same. It is not more than a quarter of a mile off--make straight for that. You'll be sure to fall in with game of some sort between this and that. Wait there till we come up, for we shall breakfast there.

You can keep yourself warm by cutting wood and kindling a fire."

Rather pleased than otherwise with this little bit of pioneer work that had been given him to do, Trench stepped boldly into the snow, carrying his cross-bow in one hand, and the hatchet over his shoulder with the other. He was surprised, indeed, to find that at the first step beyond the encampment he sank considerably above the knees, but, being wonderfully strong, he dashed the snow aside and was soon hid from view by intervening bushes. Oliver, bearing his bow and bludgeon, followed smartly in his track.

When they were gone Paul turned a look of inquiry on his companion.

Hendrick returned the look with profound gravity, but there was a faint twinkle in his eyes which induced Paul to laugh.

"What mean you by this?" he asked.

"I mean that Master Trench will be the better of a lesson from experience. He will soon return--sooner, perhaps, than you expect."

"Why so--how? I don't understand."

"Because," returned the hunter, "it is next to impossible to travel over such ground in deep snow without snow-shoes. We must make these, whether we advance or retreat. Meanwhile you had better blow up the fire, and I will prepare breakfast."

"Did you not tell the captain we were to breakfast on the bluff?"

"I did; but the captain will never reach the bluff. Methinks I hear him returning even now!"

The hunter was right. A quarter of an hour had barely elapsed when our st.u.r.dy mariner re-entered the encampment, blowing like a grampus and perspiring at every pore! Oliver was close at his heels, but not nearly so much exhausted, for he had not been obliged to "beat the track."

"Master Hendrick," gasped the captain, when he had recovered breath, "it's my opinion that we have only come here to lay down our bones and give up the ghost--ay, and it's no laughing business; Master Paul, as you'll find when you try to haul your long legs out of a hole three futt deep at every step."

"Three futt deep!" echoed Oliver, "why, it's _four_ futt if it's an inch--look at me. I've been wadin' up to the waist all the time!"

It need scarcely be said that their minds were much relieved when they were made acquainted with the true state of matters, and that by means of shoes that could be made by Hendrick, they would be enabled to traverse with comparative ease the snow-clad wilderness--which else were impa.s.sable.

But this work involved several days' delay in camp. Hendrick fashioned the large though light wooden framework of the shoes--five feet long by eighteen inches broad--and Oliver cut several deerskins into fine threads, with which, and deer sinews, Paul and the captain, under direction, filled in the net-work of the frames when ready.

"Can you go after deer on such things?" asked the captain one night while they were all busy over this work.

"Ay, we can walk thirty or forty miles a day over deep snow with these shoes," answered Hendrick.

"Where do the deer all come from?" asked Oliver, pausing in his work to sharpen his knife on a stone.

"If you mean where did the reindeer come from at first, I cannot tell,"

said Hendrick. "Perhaps they came from the great unknown lands lying to the westward. But those in this island have settled down here for life, apparently like myself. I have hunted them in every part of the island, and know their habits well. Their movements are as regular as the seasons. The winter months they pa.s.s in the south, where the snow is not so deep as to prevent their sc.r.a.ping it away and getting at the lichens on which they feed. In spring--about March--they turn their faces northward, for then the snow begins to be softened by the increased power of the sun, so that they can get at the herbage beneath.

They migrate to the north-west of the island in innumerable herds of from twenty to two hundred each--the animals following one another in single file, and each herd being led by a n.o.ble stag. Thus they move in thousands towards the hills of the west and nor'-west, where they arrive in April. Here, on the plains and mountains, they browse on their favourite mossy food and mountain herbage; and here they bring forth their young in May or June. In October, when the frosty nights set in, they again turn southward and march back to winter-quarters over the same tracks, with which, as you have seen, the whole country is seamed.

Thus they proceed from year to year. They move over the land in parallel lines, save where mountain pa.s.ses oblige them to converge, and at these points, I regret to say, my kinsmen! the Bethuck Indians, lie in wait and slaughter them in great numbers, merely for the sake of their tongues and other t.i.t-bits."