This animal, which was named Elephant on account of its size, had been totally forgotten by the family in the hurry of departure.
Old Peg found the putting of a bridle on the huge creature more difficult work than she had expected, and only succeeded at last by dint of perseverance, standing on three or four bundles of hay, and much coaxingfor the creature had evidently taken it into its head that the old woman had come there to fondle itperhaps to feed it with sugar after the manner of Elspie.
She managed the thing at last, however, and led the horse up towards the house.
Now, while she had been thus engaged the family had left, and the half-breedshaving combined their forceshad arrived.
Ben Nevis was the first house the scoundrels came to. Dismounting, and finding the place deserted, they helped themselves to whatever was attractive and portableespecially to a large quantity of Canada twist tobacco, which old Duncan had found it impossible to carry away. Then they applied fire to the mansion, and, in a wonderfully short time Ben Nevis was reduced to a level with the plain. Another party treated Prairie Cottage in a similar manner.
It was when the first volume of black smoke rose into the sky that Old Peg came to the edge of the bushes that fringed the creek and discovered that Ben Nevis had suddenly become volcanic! She instantly became fully aware of the state of matters, and rightly judged that the family must have escaped, else there would have been some evidence of resistance.
Fortunately the old woman had not yet passed quite from the shelter of the bushes. She drew back with a degree of caution worthy of a Red-skin, leading the horse with her. When well out of sight she paused for the purpose of meditation. What was now to be done! As we have said, she possessed decision of character in an eminent degree. She never at any time had taken long to make up her mind; she was not going to begin now, though the position was probably the most perplexing that she had ever experienced. Suddenly she raised her head and laughed.
In the circumstances it would not have been surprising had hysteria seized Old Peg, but there was nothing hysterical in her nature. Calm, cool, calculating courage dominated her every thought and feeling, but the idea of what she was driven to in her old age had tickled her fancy. Leading the big cart-horse close up to a bank, she prepared to mount himhaving previously broken off a good strong switch from a neighbouring bush.
Never before in her life had Peg mounted a steed of any kind whatever. She knew the ladys position on horseback by sight, of course, but not by practice. To attempt it even with a side-saddle would have been impossible; but Elephant was barebacked. Fortunately he was fat and broad, and without a visible back-bone. Old Peg at once made up her mind, and, climbing the bank, scrambled on his back in gentlemans position. It was more comfortable than she had dared to hope.
But now an unexpected difficulty met her. Elephant declined to move! She pulled at his bridle, and he turned sluggishly, but he would not advance. Peg administered a sounding whack with the switch. She might as well have hit a neighbouring tree. Elephants hide was like that of his namesake, and he had no feelings to speak of that could be touched, or hurt, or worked upon.
In this dilemma the old woman had recourse to a weapon with which her broad bosom was at all times furnished. She drew a large pin, and drove the point into Elephants flank. The result was instantaneous. Up went his hindquarters, and Peg found herself sprawling on his bushy mane. She held on to that, however, and, gradually working her way back, regained her old positionthankful that she had not been thrown to the ground.
Another result was that Elephant condescended to walk. But this was not enough. Escape at such a pace was impossible. Old Peg prodded him againthis time on the shoulder, for she rightly conjectured that he could not well kick up with his fore-legs. But he might rear! The thought caused her to grasp the bushy mane with both hands and hold on. He did not rear, but he trotted, and poor Old Peg came to the conclusion that there were disagreeable novelties in life, even for her.
When Elephant at length burst out of the fringe of wood and gained the track that followed the course of the river, she was immediately seen by the plunderers, who laughed at the strange rider but did not follow her, with the exception of one manan Indian, painted and feathered,who started in pursuit, hoping, possibly, for an easy scalp.
He soon came close up, and, being armed with a bow, sent an arrow in advance of him. The shaft was well aimed. It grazed the flank of Elephant, inflicting a painful wound. This woke up the old horse surprisingly, so that it not only broke into a gallop, but set off at racing speed as it used to do when young. The Indian was badly mounted, and gradually lost ground, whereupon he sent after the fugitives several more arrows which all fell wide of the mark.
The change to Old Peg was as a reprieve from death! The trot had almost dislocated her bones, and shaken her up like an addled egg, and the change to racing speed afforded infinite relief. She could scarcely credit her senses, and she felt a tendency to laugh again as she glanced over her shoulder. But that glance removed the tendency, for it revealed the Indian warrior, in all his paint and feathers and streaming scalp-locks, in hot pursuit, while the whiz of another arrow close past her ear convinced our heroine that it was not a dream.
The jolting to which the poor old creature was subjected had disturbed her costume not a little. Her shawl came nearly off, and, holding on by one pin, fluttered like a flag of defiance. Her slippers, which were of the carpet pattern, were left behind on the prairie to perplex the wolves, and her voluminous haironce a rich auburn, but now a pearly greyhaving escaped its cap and fastenings, was streaming out gaily in the breeze, as if to tempt the fingers and knife of the pursuer.
A stern-chase is a long one, whether ashore or afloat. Pursuer and pursued went rapidly down the Settlement until they came in sight of the band which had come to rescue Peg. They received her with a wild cheer of surprise and joy, which turned the Red-skin to the right-about, and sent him back to his friends much faster than he had come.
On receiving his report, the half-breeds at once dashed off in pursuit of the settlers, and did not draw rein until they reached the place where the Scotchmen had made a stand. The latter were greatly outnumbered, at least in fighting men, but they showed such a resolute front, that Cuthbert Grant, the half-breed leader, again interfered to prevent bloodshed if possible. After calming his men, and advising forbearance, he turned to Duncan McKay senior, who was the settlers spokesman, and said
If you will go peaceably away out of the colony, we will spare you, but if you show fight your blood be on your own heads, for I cannot restrain my men much longer.
Iss it sparin us you will be talkin of, Cuthbert Grant? answered the Highlander, with scorn. Wow! but if it wass not for the weemen an children thats with us, you would hev a goot chance o bein in need o sparin yoursels; an it iss not much o the blood o the Grants, either, thats in your veins, or ye would scorn to consort wi such fire-raisin cut-throats. It iss the fortune of warwhatever, and we cant affoord to leave our weemen an bairns defenceless. So we accept your terms, if we are not hindered from carryin away our arms.
Carry away whatever you like, replied Grant, quietly, only be off at once, or Ill not answer for the consequences.
Carry away whatever you like, replied Grant, quietly, only be off at once, or Ill not answer for the consequences.
Thus the angry Highlander was dismissed, and in the end the unfortunate settlers, being a second time driven into exile, took refuge, as before, at Jack River.
Chapter Ten.
Archie and Little Bill do Wonders
We change the scene now to the margin of a small lake embosomed like a gem in the great wilderness of the Far North.
It is autumn. The sun is bright, the air is calm and clear. There is a species of warm haze which, paradoxically, does not seem to interfere with the clearness, and a faint zephyr which appears rather to emphasise than break the calm. It sends a soft cats-paw now and then across parts of the lake, and thus, by contrast, brings into greater prominence the bright reflection of trees and cloudland mirrored in its depths. Instead of being the proverbial dead calm, it is, if we may so put it, rather a lively, cheerful calm.
The liveliness of it is vastly increased by hundreds of water-fowl, which disport themselves on the surface of the lake, as if coquetting with their own reflections, or whistle round its margin while busy on the feeding-grounds.
Myriads of mosquitoes were wont there to murmur their maddening career in search of blood, but, happily, at the period we write of, an incidental and premonitory night-frost had relegated these to the graves of their forefathers, or to the mansions of Hibernawe know not, and care not, which.
We have styled the lake a little one, but we must remind the reader that we use the expression in an American sense, and that where lakes are two and three hundred miles long, a little one can well afford to be twenty or thirty miles in diameter, with, perchance, a boundless horizon. The lake in question, however, was really a little onenot more than two miles in length or breadth, with the opposite shore quite visible, and a number of islets of various sizes on its bosomall more or less wooded, and all, more rather than less, the temporary homes of innumerable wild-fowl, among which were noisy little gulls with pure white bodies and bright red legs and bills.
On the morning in questionfor the sun was not yet much above the horizona little birch-bark canoe might have been seen to glide noiselessly from a bed of rushes, and proceed quietly, yet swiftly, along the outer margin of the bed.
The bow-paddle was wielded by a stout boy with fair curly hair. Another boy, of gentle mien and sickly aspect, sat in the stern and steered.
Little Bill, said the stout boy in a low voice, youre too light. This will never do.
Archie, returned the other with a languid smile, I cant help it, you knowat least not in a hurry. In course of time, if I eat frightfully, I may grow heavier, but just now theres no remedy except the old one of a stone.
Thats true, Little Bill, responded Archie with a perplexed look, as he glanced inquiringly along the shore; nevertheless, if thought could make you heavier, youd soon be all right, for youre a powerful thinker. The old remedy, you see, is not available, for this side of the lake is low and swampy. I dont see a single stone anywhere.
Never mind, get along; well come to one soon, I dare say, said the other, dipping his paddle more briskly over the side.
The point which troubled Archie Sinclair was the difference in weight between himself and his invalid brother, which, as he occupied the bow, resulted in the stern of the light craft being raised much too high out of the water. Of course this could have been remedied by their changing places, but that would have thrown the heavier work of the bow-paddle on the invalid, who happened also to be the better steersman of the two. A large stone placed in the stern would have been a simple and effective remedy, but, as we have seen, no large stone was procurable just then.
It didnt much matter in the clumsy wooden things at Red River, said Archie, but this egg-shell of Okématans is very different. Ho! theres one at last, he continued with animation as they rounded a point of land, and opened up a small bay, on the margin of which there were plenty of pebbles, and some large water-worn stones.
One of these having been placed in the stern of the canoe, and the balance thus rectified, the voyage was continued.
Dont you think that breakfast on one of these islets would be nice? said Billie.
Just the very thing that was in my mind, Little Bill, answered his brother.
It was a curious peculiarity in this sturdy youth, that whatever his invalid brother wished, he immediately wished also. Similarly, when Billie didnt desire anything, Archie did not desire it. In short Billies opinion was Archies opinion, and Billies will was Archies law. Not that Archie had no will or opinion of his own. On the contrary, he was quite sufficiently gifted in that way, but his love and profound pity for the poor and almost helpless invalid were such that in regard to him he had sunk his own will entirely. As to opinionswell, he did differ from him occasionally, but he did it mildly, and with an openness to conviction which was almost enviable. He called him Bill, Billie, or Little Bill, according to fancy at the moment.
Poor boys! The sudden death of both parents had been a terrible blow to them, and had intensified the tenderness with which the elder had constituted himself the guardian of the younger.
When the Scotch settlers were banished from the colony, pity, as well as friendship for their deceased parents, induced the Davidson family to adopt the boys, and now, in exile, they were out hunting by themselves to aid in replenishing the general store of provisions.
It need scarcely be said that at this period of the year the exiled colonists were not subjected to severe hardships, for the air was alive with wild-fowl returning south from their breeding-grounds, and the rivers and lakes were swarming with fish, many of them of excellent quality.
This will dowont it? said Archie, pointing with his paddle to an islet about a hundred yards in diameter.
Yes, famously, responded Little Bill, as he steered towards a shelving rock which formed a convenient landing-place.
The trees and shrubs covered the islet to the waters edge with dense foliage, that glowed with all the gorgeous colouring for which North American woods in autumn are celebrated. An open grassy space just beyond the landing-place seemed to have been formed by nature for the express purpose of accommodating picnic parties.
Nothing could have been better, said Archie, drawing up the bow of the canoe, and stooping to lift his brother out.
I think Ill try to walkits such a short bit, said Billie.
Dye think so? well, Ive no doubt you can do it, Little Bill, for youve got a brave spirit of your own, but theres a wet bit o moss youll have to cross which you maynt have noticed. Would you like to be lifted over that, and so keep your moccasins dry?
Archie, youre a humbug. Youre always trying to make me give you needless trouble.
Well, have it your own way, Little Bill. Ill help you to walk up.
No, carry me, said Billie, stretching out his arms; Ive changed my mind.
I will, if you prefer it, Little Bill, said Archie, lifting his brother in his strong arms and setting him down on the convenient spot before referred to.
Billie was not altogether helpless. He could stand on his weak legs and even walk a little without support, but to tramp through the woods, or clamber up a hill, was to him an absolute impossibility. He had to content himself with enjoyments of a milder type. And, to do him justice, he seemed to have no difficulty in doing so. Perhaps he owed it to his mother, who had been a singularly contented woman and had taught Billie from his earliest years the truth that, contentment, with godliness, is great gain. Billie did not announce his belief in this truth, but he proclaimed it unwittingly by the more powerful force of example.