DOWN THE COLUMBIA.
The next moment the copse parted, and to the surprise and pleasure of
Harry Northend, not an Indian or wild animal, but old Robsart himself
appeared.
The lad was not expecting him before nightfall, but he had strong hopes
that when he did come he would bring Little Rifle with him; when he saw,
therefore, that he was entirely alone, the pleasure of meeting his old
friend again was mingled with a bitter disappointment.
But the trapper did not appear cast down or discouraged, although he,
too, was apparently disappointed in the result of his journey.
After grasping the hand of the lad, he said:
“What do you s’pose, younker? Arter all I’ve said, and arter all we’ve
seen, that Maquesa has been tellin’ me nothin’ but the truth itself.”
“Are you in earnest?” inquired Harry, with no little amazement.
“Never more in ’arnest in my life; I got a look into thar village, and
was mighty lucky in finding the lodge of Maquesa himself. Thar I
listened fur a half-hour, while he talked with his squaw, and what I
heard him say made me sartin that Little Rifle has joined her father,
and with a couple of Injins to guide ’em, they’re gone down the
Columbia, on thar way to Fr’isco. If we ever expect to overhaul ’em,
that’s just what we’ve got to do. The little gal is still ahead of us,
and we’re a good ways behind.”
“How much have they the start of us?” asked Harry.
“I dunno; but I think it can’t be fur from two days, and mebbe a good
deal more.”
“Do you think there is any probability of our overtaking them, before
they reach the mouth of the Columbia?”
“The chances are all ag’in’ it; ’cause it ain’t likely that them two
red-skins have slept much on thar way. You know the old man would be
purty sartin to give ’em good pay and hurry ’em up all he could. I
shouldn’t wonder if they’ve set him and Little Rifle already ashore, and
then our only chance is that the vessel they’re goin’ on don’t sail
afore we git thar.”
“Then let us be off at once.”
Both were so eager to get forward that they took no more time than was
absolutely necessary for taking their dinner. The day was clear and
pleasant, just cool enough to make the exercise of paddling exhilarating
to one of Old Ruff’s powerful, healthy frame.
He worked as untiringly as a steam engine, and aided by the swift
current of the Columbia they made good progress toward the ocean.
All the way along the river the trapper was on the look-out for the
returning canoe, in which Ravenna and Little Rifle had been taken to
Astoria. Having seen nothing of it thus far, he had strong hopes of
reaching the mouth of the Columbia so near behind it as to intercept
their friends before they started for San Francisco.
At the same time there was the possibility, if not the probability, that
the returning Blackfeet had either gone back overland or had avoided
them.
The most vivid reminder that they were out of the woods was the sudden
appearance of a sloop coming up-stream. It was under full sail, and at
first sight of it Harry started and exclaimed that they were now indeed
in a land of civilization.
The Columbia is ascended by large vessels to Fort Vancouver, about a
hundred miles from the mouth, while vessels of very light draught now
reach a point nearly double that distance.
A few miles further, and just as the day was drawing to a close, our
friends came in sight of a schooner anchored close to shore.
Robsart ran the little boat alongside, and finding several of the crew
aboard, made inquiries as to whether they had noticed a canoe going by
at any time during the past few days.
Upon hearing the question the sailors laughed, and declared that they
had seen fully a hundred during the week that they had been ascending
the river; and even when the trapper explained particularly the number
and general appearance of the occupants of the one he was seeking, the
seamen could give no satisfactory answer, and Old Ruff resumed his
journey, rather ill-naturedly remarking that it was no use of making
inquiries of men who knew nothing and never would know any thing.
They had come a long distance during the day and the trapper needed
rest. Accordingly the boat was run ashore, turned over on its face, and
they sought and procured lodgings in a little settlement that stood back
a short distance from the shore.
As may be believed, the sun was scarcely above the horizon when the
canoe was again speeding down the Columbia, which was rapidly expanding
in depth and width as they advanced.
They had now passed the last great bend in this majestic river, and had
almost a due westerly course before them until they should reach the
Pacific. Off to the north-east they could see the massive snow-covered
peak of St. Helen’s, as it towered aloft for fully thirteen thousand
feet. Shortly after they glided by the mouth of a considerable stream
that put in from the north.
Just as the twilight descended upon wood and stream the canoe reached
Astoria, and this portion of their journey was finished.