It was well along toward mid-morning, when they came in sight of Uncle
Jeb’s picturesque cabin almost hidden among the giant pine trees. It
stood there solitary and imposing, bespeaking character, such as only
one like he himself could give it.
It has often been said that a man’s house is but a reproduction of his
life, and nothing more true could be said of Uncle Jeb’s wilderness
cabin.
The door was bolted from the outside to keep away intruders of the
forest, but always open to the weary stranger.
As Uncle Jeb opened the door, the boys could see at once that the place
was meticulously clean, notwithstanding its long state of unoccupancy.
There were bear skins covering the floor and walls, and the furniture
consisted of a table and some chairs carved out of the productive forest
trees. There was a stove in the back where some wood was lying beside
it, all cut and ready for use. A few pictures hanging on the walls were
distinctive of the good taste of this hardy mountaineer. The most
prominent of these pictures was one of the late President Roosevelt,
autographed. Uncle Jeb was very proud of this and did not conceal the
fact.
There were no beds in this little quaint cabin, just four bunks built
along the walls like berths.
After unpacking their belongings and helping Uncle Jeb put the place in
order they all set to, getting the noonday meal with zest.
Artie stayed in the cabin peeling the potatoes, while Westy went with
Uncle Jeb to fetch some water from the neighboring brook back of his
place. He told Westy that this cheery little brook tinkled its silvery
way down into Eagle Lake.
“More trout ’n you could ever eat in a lifetime, here in this brook,
son,” Uncle Jeb told Westy. “Kin hear it most any hour of the night when
everything is quiet. Best company any one would want.
Westy could well believe this, for the gurgling water, plashing down the
rock-ribbed mountainside on its journey to Eagle Lake, was heard quite
distinctly above the chirping birds and the screeching of little forest
folk even at noonday.
After lunch was over, Uncle Jeb told them they were at liberty to do as
they wanted, for it was quite late in the day to do any exploring. He
promised them, however, that he would take them on a hike the following
day over some all but forgotten Indian trails.
Uncle Jeb seated himself quite comfortably outside the cabin with his
pipe and Artie decided he would stick around also and read.
But the restless Westy, being the true scout he was, strolled off into
the forest to do a little exploring on his own.
He walked along noiselessly, striking into a trail that wound its
precipitous way up through the mountains still further. Then suddenly it
seemed to merge itself into another trail, one part running on down to
the lake and the other part running straight up to a formidable looking
cliff directly opposite the one that they had seen the eagles disappear
from earlier in the day.
Looking skyward, Westy observed that the sun was on the decline, but he
figured he could make the top of the cliff and get back by supper time.
After a strenuous climb he came at last to the top of the cliff that
seemed to jut far out into space. Earlier in the day, when Westy had
looked upwards from the lake, it had occurred to him then, that perhaps
one could almost reach across from one cliff to the other. From below it
really looked as though the two cliffs, jutting out on opposite sides,
met in mid-air above Eagle Lake. But, as Westy scrambled out over the
rocky precipice, he realized just how much the naked eye can be deceived
by distance.
Sitting on an overhanging rock, he looked across and then below him. He
smiled when he saw what a gap it really was that separated the two
cliffs. And with a shudder as he glanced downward, he saw that he was
sitting directly above the center of the lake.
“Whew,” he said aloud, “that’s some drop if any one should ask me.
Wait’ll Artie sees it from here.”
Then his attention was directed elsewhere, for from the distance came
that droning sound now familiar to him. Suddenly he saw an enormous
eagle descending (it almost seemed to come from heaven) and heading
straight for the cliff opposite.
In a second another appeared joining the first one and they both
disappeared as before behind the rocky cliff.
“There,” said Westy half-aloud, “is their aerie and that means we are to
keep away from that cliff!”