Before the great golden orb of light had shown itself behind the
“hills,” Uncle Jeb hailed the boys with a cheery good-morning.
They stretched themselves with an affected weariness and bounded out of
the bed to make ready for their short journey to the cabin.
Uncle Jeb had already started to breakfast when they arrived downstairs.
Ol’ Pop joined them shortly and they consumed the hearty food with much
gusto.
“Silent” Ollie, as Westy now called him, was hustling back and forth
from the kitchen attending to the wants of the hungry quartet.
His head was sparsely covered with iron-gray hair and his thin colorless
lips scarcely deviated an eighteenth of an inch from his mouth, except
to answer yes or no. He was exceptionally slight of build, but still,
one seemed to gather a suggestion of muscularity about him.
At all events, he was a source of interest to the two boys,
notwithstanding his disinclination to talk to them.
He had come from the kitchen bearing a steaming, savory pot of coffee.
At that moment, Ol’ Pop Burrows was relating all the events and
happenings that had taken place around while Uncle Jeb was East at
Temple Camp. He remarked quite casually that he had done a “fair to
middlin’” business in the little Inn that previous summer.
“Gets better every year,” he said. “Expect to take in more’n ever this
year; yes, sir; it gets better every year,” he repeated more to himself
than to his listeners.
Artie was gazing with rapt attention at this old timer, but Westy’s gaze
was centered on Ollie. It had been centered there ever since the
conversation started, for the observing Westy had caught a faint
expression of real human interest on the stony countenance of Ollie
Baxter. It was barely perceptible, but Westy saw, and having seen
remembered....
The sun was now well out of its hiding-place behind that gigantic
curtain of rock, and the dew was glistening in its crags and crevices
like so many millions of precious diamonds.
[Illustration: THEY WERE GAZING IN AWE AND ADMIRATION AT THIS SCENIC
WONDER.]
Uncle Jeb, Westy and Artie had bid farewell to Ol’ Pop Burrows and his
retinue (Ollie) and turned their steps still further westward.
Their equipage consisted of two old mules that carried their week’s
supply and baggage--and themselves.
The journey was not such a long one, but precipitous, Uncle Jeb informed
them in his drawling manner. He led the way through narrow trails,
resplendent with the verdure of late spring, sometimes ascending the
craggy slopes, sometimes descending. At last, after a few hours’ of
steady going, they came to an open space reminding one of a deep bowl in
the center, where a mountain lake peacefully reposed. Before them and
behind them the mountains loomed high and imposing in their majestic
serenity.
As they were gazing in awe and admiration at this scenic wonder, Uncle
Jeb directed their attention high above them, where the steady flap-flap
of a mountain eagle’s wings sounded like the drone of an aeroplane in
the distance. A terrific screech broke the quiet as another one
approached--evidently its mate. They circled around high above the lake
and then disappeared among the crags and fastnesses of mountain forests.
“Thar hain’t a bird I know of thet I like to leave alone better ’n an
eagle,” said Uncle Jeb with a speculative gesture toward the spot where
they had disappeared. “Right nasty customers when they’re cornered, yuh
kin depend on thet. Fight to the last ditch fer their young ’uns.”
“Where do they nest, Uncle Jeb?” questioned Westy, his interest now
thoroughly aroused.
“Wa-al,” answered Uncle Jeb, “I reckon yuh cud find out soon enough if
yuh set by the lake very long. I’m a-goin’ to warn ye, both of ye, if
yuh finds out, steer clear, or yuh’ll git the worst of the bargain.”
Uncle Jeb never wasted words and the boys were well aware of it, so did
not ply him with idle questioning. They were both burning with curiosity
to ask him of Mr. Temple’s visit with him so long ago and the story of
the surveyors; but they felt sure now, because of his reticence on the
subject, that it must be a matter of confidence, so they left it for
some more propitious occasion.
So they did not bother him with the whys and wherefores of the habits of
the eagles, for they had too much respect for Uncle Jeb’s knowledge of
the mountains, its inhabitants and their respective habits.
His was a knowledge, so the boys contended, that far surpassed anything
one could learn in school.
Westy and Artie, following Uncle Jeb around the lake and up the trail on
the last lap to the cabin, walked silently and serenely, confident in
the superior knowledge of Uncle Jeb Rushmore.