CHAPTER VIII.

ON LAKE BENNET.

The men wrought steadily in felling trees, and by the close of the

second day had enough timber for their raft. It would have been much

preferable could they have constructed a good, stout boat; but it was

not feasible, though Jeff and Tim would have built it had they

possessed the necessary planking and boards. They had provided

themselves with oakum, pitch, and other material; but the labor of

sawing out the right kind of stuff would have taken weeks. The Irishman

had learned from his late experience; as a result of which a

double-decker, as it may be termed, was planned. This consisted first

of a substantial framework of buoyant pine logs, securely nailed

together, while upon that was reared another some two feet in height.

This upper framework was intended to bear their outfits, over which

were fastened rubber cloths. The Alaskan lakes are often swept by

terrific tempests, the waves sometimes dashing entirely over the rafts

and boats, and wetting everything that is not well protected. The upper

deck serves also partially to protect the men.

The boys spent a portion of the days in fishing. There was a notable

moderation in the weather, the snow and ice rapidly melting. Sitting or

standing on the bank, they cast out their lines, baited with bits of

meat, and met with pleasing success. Plump, luscious white-fish,

grayling, and lake trout were landed in such numbers that little or no

other solid food was eaten during their halt at the head of Lake

Bennet.

Work was pushed so vigorously that on the third day the goods were

carefully piled on the upper deck, secured in place, and with their

long poles they pushed out from the shore on the voyage of twenty-eight

miles to the foot of the sheet of water. They were provided with a

sturdy mast reared near the middle of the craft, but they did not erect

a sail, for the reason that the strong wind which was blowing was

almost directly from the north, and would have checked their progress.

The unwieldy structure was pushed along the eastern side, where the

poles were serviceable at all times. Each took his turn at the work,

the boys with the others, and the progress, if slow, was sure.

The first twelve miles of Lake Bennet are quite shallow, with a width

barely exceeding a half mile. Fifteen miles down occurs the junction

with the southwest arm, and the point had hardly come into sight when

Tim said:

"Now look out for trouble, for here's where we'll catch it sure."

All understood what he meant, for a wind was blowing down the arm with

such fierceness that it looked as if everything would be swept off the

raft. The prospect was so threatening that they ran inshore while yet

at a safe distance, and waited for the gale to subside.

"Is it likely to last long?" asked Roswell, when they had secured

shelter.

"That depinds how far off the end of the same may be," was the

unsatisfactory reply. "I've knowed men to be held here for days, but I

have hopes that we may get off in the coorse of two or three weeks."

The boys as well as Jeff could not believe that Tim was in earnest, for

his lightest words were often spoken with the gravest expression of

face; but their former experience taught them to be prepared for almost

any whim in the weather. They recalled those dismal days and nights

earlier on their journey, when they were storm-stayed, and they were

depressed at the thought that something of the nature might again

overtake them. When the boys proposed to put up the tent, the Irishman

said:

"It is early in the day; bide awhile before going to that trouble."

This remark convinced them that he was more hopeful of a release than

would be implied from his words; so they wrapped their heavy coats

closer and hoped for the best. The men lit their pipes, while the boys

huddled close together and had little to say. Unexpectedly there came

such a lull in the gale early in the afternoon that the voyage, to the

delight of all, was resumed.

Ike Hardman was in more genial spirits than at any time since he joined

the company. He showed an eagerness to help, declining to yield the

pole when Jeff offered to relieve him, and ventured now and then upon

some jest with Roswell and Frank. Their distrust, however, was not

lessened, and they were too honest to affect a liking that it was

impossible to feel. They had little to say to him, and noticing the

fact, he finally let them alone. Whatever misgiving Jeff may have felt

was skilfully concealed, and the fellow could have felt no suspicion

that his secret was suspected by any member of the company.

The wind blew so strongly that there was some misgiving; but observing

that it came from the right quarter, the sail was hoisted, and as the

canvas bellied outward, the raft caught the impulse and began moving

through the water at a rate that sent the ripples flying over the

square ends of the logs at the front. All sat down on the upper

framework, with the exception of Jeff, who stood, pole in hand, at the

bow, ready to guide the structure should it sheer in the wrong

direction.

The conformation of the shore and a slight change of wind carried the

raft farther out on the lake. Observing that it was getting slightly

askew, Jeff pushed the long pole downward until his hand almost touched

the surface of the water. While holding it there the other end bobbed

up, having failed to touch ground.

"No use," he said, facing his friends, who were watching him, "the

bottom may be half a mile below."

"That looks as if we're over our hids," said Tim; "by which token, if

this steamer blows up we've got to swim for our lives, and I never

larned to swim a stroke."

The boys looked at him wonderingly.

"How is it you did not learn?" asked Roswell.

"I've tried hundreds of times. I kept in the water till me toes begun

to have webs between 'em, but at the first stroke me hid went down and

me heels up. I can swim in that style," he added gravely, "but find the

same slightly inconvanient owing to the necissity of braithing now and

thin. I tried fur a long time to braithe through me toes, but niver

made much of a succiss of it."

"And I learned to swim in one day," remarked Frank; "strange that you

should have so much trouble."

"Undoubtedly that's because yer hid is so light, while me own brains

weigh me down; it's aisy to understand that."

"If we should have any mishap, Tim," said Frank, "you must remember to

hold fast to a piece of wood to help you float--a small bit is enough."

"I have a bitter plan than that."

"What is it?"

"Niver have anything to do wid the water."

"That would be certain safety if you could carry it out; but you can't

help it all times--such, for instance, as the present."

"And I'm thinking we shall have plinty of the same before we raich

Dawson."

"After we get to the foot of this lake, what comes next, Tim?"

"Caribou Crossing, which we pass through to Lake Tagish, which isn't

quite as big as is this one. I'm thinking," he added thoughtfully,

watching the rising anger of the waves, "that bime-by, whin we come

near land, we'll be going that fast that we'll skim over the snow like

a sled to the nixt lake."

Roswell pointed to the shore on their right, indicating a stake which

rose upright from the ground and stood close to the water.

"What is the meaning of that?" he asked.

"That," replied Tim, "marks the grave of some poor chap that died on

his way to the Klondike. Do ye obsarve that cairn of stones a bit

beyont?"

Each saw it.

"That marks anither grave; and ye may call to mind that we obsarved

more of the same along Lake Lindeman."

Such was the fact, though this was the first reference to them.

"And we shall hardly be out of sight of some of the same all the way to

the Klondike; and I'm thinking," was his truthful remark, "that

hundreds more will lay their bones down in these parts and niver see

their loved ones again."

It was a sad thought. In a few years improved routes, railway-tracks,

and houses for food and lodging will rob the Klondike region of its

terrors, but until then death must exact a heavy toll from the

gold-seekers crowding northward, without regard to season or the

simplest laws of prudence.

Roswell was standing on the upper deck, near a corner, when he

exclaimed excitedly:

"Oh, look there! Isn't it dreadful?"

[Illustration: "OH, LOOK THERE! ISN'T IT DREADFUL?"]

He was pointing out on the lake, and, following the direction of his

hand, all saw the answer to his question.

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