CHAPTER XIII

SPRING APPROACHES

For some time after my adventure with the lynx no event worth recording

occurred and I led a humdrum, lonely life. I had much to be thankful

for, however, for I had little difficulty in obtaining game. With the

disappearance of the lynx I again resorted to traps. I was comfortably

housed and I suffered little from the cold. No symptoms of smallpox had

developed, my foot and ankle were as well and strong as ever, and I was

in the best of health and condition.

There was little to be done save to hunt and trap, gather fire-wood, and

sleep and eat. To occupy my time I made a large number of stone

arrow-heads and numerous arrows, for I realized that I would lose and

break many, and that when I finally started away in the spring I must be

well provided with weapons.

I also tried fishing in the lake, cutting holes through the ice with my

knife and spear, and setting lines which would raise a signal when there

was a bite, as I had done when pickerel-fishing in my youth.

On these lines I used hooks of horn which I made by grinding down the

forked portions of the deer’s antlers, where the prongs sprung from the

main branches. It was tedious work, cutting these on the grindstone and

with my knife, but the results more than repaid me for all the labor,

for I caught a number of pickerel, several bass, and a few splendid

lake-trout, and the fish proved a most welcome change of diet.

There were many heavy snowfalls during the winter, and had it not been

for my snow-shoes I would have fared badly. Even as it was I was

compelled to remain indoors for days at a time as the storms raged

without, and by the time the days began to lengthen and the worst of the

winter was over my hut was completely snowed under. Only the rude

chimney and the tunnel-like entrance to my door were visible, but the

deeper the snow piled around the cabin the warmer and more comfortable

it was within.

But if the weather kept me much indoors I made good use of my time, and

during the long winter I made many discoveries and accomplished many

things which added wonderfully to my happiness and comfort.

One of my greatest troubles was lack of light, for the winter days were

short, and within the windowless hut it was dark by mid-afternoon, and I

was thus obliged to cease work and sit idle for many hours each day. The

fire gave enough light to enable me to see to cook and even to perform

certain tasks which required little care, such as cutting up fire-wood,

whittling sticks to form triggers for traps, and similar work, but the

fitful, unsteady glare of the flames was not sufficient to enable me to

accomplish any fine or delicate work.

I had often thought of making an artificial light of some sort and had

tried torches of birch bark, resinous sticks, and other devices, but

none of these was satisfactory. The bark burned brightly and cast a fine

light, but it flared wildly, sputtered, crackled, and soon burned out,

while the pine knots made the interior of the cabin unbearable with

their dense smoke.

Then it occurred to me that I might make tallow candles, for I had an

abundance of fine bear’s grease and deer’s fat stored away, and this, I

judged, would serve as well as mutton tallow. For wicks I decided to use

strips torn from the remnants of my civilized clothes, and, having

conceived the idea, I immediately proceeded to put it into execution. I

knew that I would have to melt the fat and cast it in molds to form the

candles, but I had now learned to make use of the resources at my

command, and birch bark at once came to mind as suitable for making the

molds. By rolling strips of the bark around a smooth stick, wrapping

them with sinew, and then withdrawing the cylinders from the stick I

formed the molds, but at my first attempt I found the melted grease ran

out between the edges of the bark and from beneath the bottom of the

molds as fast as I poured it in.

For a time I was greatly puzzled to devise a method of sealing up the

cylinders, and then a happy idea occurred to me, and stepping to the

door I dug a quantity of snow and packed it solidly in a corner of the

hut away from the fire. Slipping one of the birch-bark molds over the

stick, I pushed both down into the cake of snow, and then, withdrawing

the stick, left the cylinder of bark remaining in the snow. By means of

a small, slender stick I pushed one end of a narrow strip of cotton into

the snow at the bottom of the mold, and poured in the melted tallow.

Although the hot grease melted the surrounding snow somewhat, yet little

escaped from the mold, and as soon as it commenced to thicken I moved

the wick to the center of the mass of grease and held it in position

until the tallow hardened. I could hardly wait until the tallow was

fully hard before withdrawing the mold from the snow to examine the

result of the experiment. By pushing on the lower end of the tallow with

the stick about which I had formed the mold I slipped the rude candle

from the bark, set it upright on the table, and touched a blazing stick

to the wick. Instantly it burst into flame and burned brightly, casting

a steady light about the room. I was immensely pleased, for with half a

dozen such lights I could see to work despite the darkness outside. My

joy was short-lived, however, for the wick burned rapidly, curled over

to one side, flared and smoked, and melted the candle away.

Evidently something was wrong, some small detail had been overlooked,

and, casting the remnants of my first candle into the can of melted

grease, I sat down to try and reason it out. Soon it came to my mind

that all the candle-wicks I had ever seen were twisted or braided. I

thought that with a braided wick my candles might succeed, and, tearing

a strip of cloth into narrow ribbons, I braided it tightly. But I soon

found the result would be far too coarse for a wick, and again I was at

a loss. Not for a long time did I hit upon the plan of unraveling cloth

and braiding the yarns together to produce the compact, firm cord which

I desired. When at last this was accomplished and another candle was

cast, with the braided wick, it proved a great success and thereafter I

never wanted for light. But it was slow work making the birch-bark molds

and casting the candles in them, and I sought for some easier and more

rapid means of making them, and kept my eyes open for something better

than the birch-bark cylinders for molds. It was some time before I

thought of anything better, but finally I remembered that as a boy I had

often made willow whistles and had slipped the cylinders of bark from

the branches without splitting them. I had noticed willows near the

outlet to the lake and soon I gathered a number of smooth, straight

branches free from knots or sprouts. At first the bark refused to budge,

for the wood was frozen, and, moreover, no sap was flowing through the

bark, but I discovered that by steaming the branches or by soaking them

in boiling water the bark stripped easily from the twigs, and thereafter

I had little difficulty in casting my candles rapidly and easily,

without wasting tallow or requiring the snow about the molds.

Oddly enough, my candle-making led me to two other most important

discoveries, one of which was soap, the other a method of removing the

hair or fur from hides without waiting for them to decompose.

I discovered how to make soap quite by accident. While working at my

candles I upset a quantity of grease on the hearth, and this, running

down into a hollow at one side, formed quite a pool, which remained

liquid, owing to the warmth of the fire. In order to cool it so I could

scrape it up, I poured water upon it, but when I tried to remove it I

discovered that it was full of wood-ashes and was soft, slippery, and

stringy. Deciding that it was not worth bothering about, I abandoned the

idea of recovering it, and proceeded to wash my hands. Much to my

surprise, the water bubbled and frothed and my hands became cleaner than

they had been for months. Then, all at once, it dawned upon me that I

had made soap—crude, greasy, imperfect soap, to be sure, but still soap

which possessed wonderful cleansing properties.

Any school-boy should have known that wood-ashes contained potash and

that potash or lye and water would transform fat to soap, but during all

my life in the woods it had never once occurred to me.

Now, however, I lost no more time. By soaking fine wood-ashes in water

and then boiling this with grease I soon succeeded in producing soft

soap which served my purposes exceedingly well.

It was a great comfort to be able to wash myself thoroughly, although

the free potash in the soap stung and burnt my skin.

But of far greater importance to me than the soap itself was the fact

that in making it I learned how to remove the hair or fur from hides

both rapidly and easily. The first batch of soap which I made was

prepared with deer’s tallow, but I could ill afford to use this material

for such a purpose. I carefully gathered together all the fat which I

could obtain from the hares, partridges, and other game which I secured.

In addition I saved all the remnants of meat from my meals, as well as

the bones, all of which I boiled together with the lye-water. Among the

other odds and ends were small pieces of skin, such as the feet of the

hares, etc., and after the mass had boiled thoroughly I strained off the

clear, liquid soap. While doing this I discovered that every sign of

hair had been removed from the pieces of skin and this fact led me to

experiment, and I soon found that by soaking hides in a mixture of water

and wood-ashes I could remove all the hair or fur without injuring the

skin in the least. Moreover, the action of the potash removed the grease

from the skin and left it clean and I was thus saved the tedious process

of scraping the hides with my knife. Of course the first few trials of

this method were something of a failure, for the lye was too strong and

the skins were weak, rotten, and worthless, but by gradually decreasing

the quantity of ashes and the length of time the skins were allowed to

soak I found that the hair could be loosened so it was easily rubbed off

without affecting the toughness of the skin itself.

Now that I had learned how to remove the hair from the skins, I was

anxious to devise a method of tanning them without cutting them up as I

had been obliged to do hitherto. My only means of tanning was to soak

the pieces of hide in the iron pot. But the pot was small and it was

needed for many other purposes. I could not use it while the skins were

soaking, and I was obliged to cleanse it most carefully after the

tanning, yet there was no other receptacle which would serve and I had

no means of making any. I had already thought of hollowing out a log to

form a trough, but after several hours’ work which resulted only in a

cavity hardly large enough to tan a chipmunk’s skin, I gave up in

despair.

Birch bark seemed to offer the only solution, but I found that pieces of

bark of sufficient size for my purpose were always full of holes and

cracks. I pondered over the matter for a long time before I thought of

making a vat, or tank, after the manner of a birch-bark canoe. I had

often used Indian canoes and knew, in a general way, how the pieces of

bark were sewed together and rendered water-tight by means of pitch and

gum. While I had too little confidence in my skill to attempt building a

canoe, yet I decided it was quite possible to follow out similar methods

and make a good-sized tank or basin.

My first step was to construct an oval frame about three feet in length

by a foot and a half wide, which I formed from light birch withes. To

this I lashed other withes, in the manner of the ribs to a canoe, and

then by weaving small branches in and out and lashing them to the ribs I

at last produced a sort of basket-like affair without any square corners

or straight lines. This form was not intentional on my part, but was the

result of necessity. As this turned out, it was fortunate, for I

ultimately discovered that to make a good, tight joint at a sharp corner

or a right angle was exceedingly difficult. The framework being

completed, I placed it upon a large sheet of bark and by dint of a great

deal of work and many trials I drew the bark tightly over the frame and

secured it firmly to the edges with strips of moosewood bark and hemlock

roots. Other kinds of bark were then secured over the frame until the

whole was covered, and then came the most difficult work of all, which

was to sew the overlapping edges of the various pieces of bark together.

Despite every care, I found that holes made by my file-awl would tear

out when I drew the root-threads tight, and it was not until I hit upon

the plan of burning holes through the bark with the hot awl that I met

with any success.

But practice makes perfect, even when one labors with primitive tools in

the heart of the wilderness, and before I had half finished with my work

I learned to bore holes with a deer’s-horn awl and to run the roots at

an angle, or crisscross, from hole to hole, so that the strain did not

come with the grain of the bark. It was slow, tedious work even then,

however, and several days’ steady labor was required before the last

seam was closed.

Rude and uncouth as was this great, bathtub-like affair, I was greatly

pleased at my handiwork and I was in a great hurry to patch up the seams

and holes with pitch and to try it.

There was an abundance of pitch and gum to be had with little trouble,

and I gathered a great quantity of it. This I melted and smeared over

the seams of the bark, and when at last I had daubed every crack, seam,

and knot-hole with the sticky mess I felt that I had successfully

accomplished a great undertaking.

The birch-bark tub held water, only leaking slightly in a few spots,

which were readily closed up by daubing on more pitch, and I at once

started in to prepare enough tanning liquor to fill it. Then I almost

undid all my hard work by my own stupidity, for as soon as the first

potful of liquor was ready I poured it into the bark tub and the hot

liquor softened the pitch and the tan ran out over the floor.

Fortunately it opened up only one seam, and this I soon repaired, but it

served to teach me a lesson, and thereafter I cooled each lot of liquor

by placing it outside in the intensely cold air before pouring it into

the vat.

It must not be supposed that all this was accomplished in a day or in

several days. I was obliged to attend to my traps, hunt for game, cook

my meals, cut and gather fire-wood, and do many other necessary things

meanwhile, and, moreover, I found that a great deal of time was required

to gather the oak and sumach bark. As I could only boil a small quantity

of bark at one time and as I was obliged to use my pot for other

purposes betweentimes, the work progressed very slowly, and fully two

weeks elapsed from the time I finished the birch-bark tub until I had

filled it with sufficient liquor to tan a large skin.

Long before the tub was quarter-full I commenced to make use of it,

however, and after removing the fur from the skins, by means of

wood-ashes and water, I had placed several hares’ hides in it. The

result was all I expected, and while the thin, papery rabbit-skins had

little strength, yet I was greatly elated at being able to remove the

hair and make leather. My intention was to attempt tanning the deer’s

hide as soon as I had accumulated enough liquor to cover it. Since I

really had no need of a second fur robe, the bear’s skin serving all my

purposes, I determined to try to remove the hair from the deer-skin.

To be sure, I had no second receptacle in which to soak the hide in

wood-ashes and water, but by stringing up the hide by its four corners

and filling it with water I softened it, and then, turning it over, I

filled the hair side with the potash solution. I was in some doubt about

the success of this experiment. I watched the skin with great care and

frequently tested the hair. At last I was rewarded by finding that it

came away readily. As soon as this happened I drained off the solution,

scraped and rubbed off the hair, and placed the hide in the tanning

liquor.

Each day I turned and soused it about and gradually it assumed the

texture and appearance of leather. When at last it was drawn out,

drained and worked and rubbed until dry, I possessed a fine, large piece

of excellent buckskin which I knew would make splendid moccasins and

strong, durable garments for use in the spring, when my furs would have

to be discarded and I started on my journey to the settlements.

My success was so great that I longed to tan the bear-skin with the fur

upon it, for it was a stiff, ungainly thing in its plain dried state,

but I could not spare it while cold weather lasted, and I was compelled

to continue using it as it was.

Now that I had the means of making leather, I was most anxious to secure

hides to tan, and I made long trips into the woods, searching for larger

game than hares and partridges. But either the larger creatures had

migrated to some part of the country where there was less snow, or else

they had seldom been in the vicinity, for, despite every effort, I found

few signs of their presence and secured still less. Only twice did I see

where deer had passed, and one raccoon, a fox, and two martens were the

sole results of all my hunts, aside from the hares and partridges which

I had little difficulty in obtaining.

At first I was greatly puzzled by this scarcity of big game, for I was

in a wilderness where deer, moose, bear, and even caribou might be

found, but after giving the matter due thought I came to the conclusion

that it was, no doubt, due to the proximity of the deserted settlement I

had found.

Ever since I had first devised my simple calendar I had kept account of

the days, weeks, and months, and now I knew that the worst of the winter

was past. With each day spring was approaching, and before many months

were over I would be on my way toward civilization and my life in the

wilderness would be a thing of the past.

With the thought I was filled with pride and happiness to think that I

had overcome all obstacles which had arisen, that the long winter—which

I had so greatly dreaded—was nearly over, that, after all, it had not

been such a terrible experience, and that I had managed to live in

comparative comfort and in plenty by my unaided efforts.

Strange as it may seem, I really felt rather sorry at the thought of

leaving the cabin where I had lived so long, for I had become so

accustomed to it that it seemed quite like home, and the woods about,

the friendly jays, the twittering redpolls, and gray-clad chickadees,

and even the dainty little wild mouse that crept forth from its

hiding-place to share my meals, all seemed like old friends. Even

without my calendar I should have known that the backbone of winter was

broken, for each morning, when I stepped forth, the rays of sunlight

were brighter, the sky held a softer, warmer hue, at midday the snow

upon the cabin roof melted and trickled down in little streams that

turned to great icicles at night, and the snow was covered with a crust

each morning.

Slowly, imperceptibly, the height of the drifted snow about the hut

decreased, the roof and walls rose above the surrounding surface of

white, and stumps and bushes long hidden from view jutted upward through

the snow.

Great cracks spread across the vast, white plain that marked the lake; a

few days later broad, black spaces spoke of open water, and when, one

morning, I heard the honk of geese, and, looking up, saw a great,

V-shaped flock of black specks winging swiftly toward the lake, I knew

that spring was near at hand.

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