AT LAST
It was a summer afternoon late in June when a lithe canoe containing
two men, cut through the water of a large lake in the great Canadian
Northwest. Everything spoke hurry. It was shown in the long sweep of the
paddles, and the anxious glances which the men now and then cast upon
a dim headland miles beyond. The canoe seemed to enter into the spirit
of the excitement, and throbbed with life as it cleaved the rippling
surface. It was a bright day, and the sun poured its hot beams upon the
heads of the voyagers. The whole region surrounding the lake was covered
with a thick forest sloping to the water's edge. Not a sign of human
life was anywhere to be seen. Birds alone made their appearance, as they
darted here and there as if rejoicing over the presence of the canoe in
their midst.
"Do you think we can get there in time?" Natsatt asked, as he rested for
a few seconds on his paddle and looked keenly forward.
"Sure," Dan replied. "But there's not a minute to lose. If it hadn't
been for that delay in the rapids we'd have been there before now."
"We must make it," and the young man again drove his paddle with great
determination into the water as he spoke. "Haven't I been counting the
days for months, and lying awake at night thinking of this trip, and now
that we may be late is too much to stand. What will she think if we're
not there?"
"Don't worry, lad," the Ranger soothed. "We haven't lost yet, and I'm
good for five hours of the hardest paddling of my life. How do you feel?"
"Feel? Why, fresh as when I left home. I could paddle at top-notch
speed all night long for what's ahead of us. But we must be there by
eight o'clock, or much of the fun will be lost. Do you think she'll be
watching for us?"
"Sure. Weren't her letters full of it, and what she would say and do
when she saw us?"
"Yes, I know that, Dan. But suppose she has changed? She has been there
three years now, and has learned many things she did not know before,
and might not want to go back with us. Three years make a big difference
sometimes, you know. If she has changed much from what she was when we
came out from the Yukon I shall be greatly disappointed. I can never
forget that journey, for it was the happiest period of my life. We were
a long time on the way according to the calendar, but very short to me.
How bright and happy she was, and everything she saw was so full of
interest to her. My, it was hard to leave her, and not see her again
for three years. I don't know how I had the courage to do it."
"It was for the best, lad," Dan quietly remarked. "She, I trust, has
gained much, and so have you. You've obtained a good foothold now in the
country, of which any man might be proud. You've got much to live for."
"But I could not have done it without your help, Dan," Natsatt replied.
"It's been a hard struggle I know, but what could I have done without
you, and the thought of Owindia to urge me on. Sometimes when I was
about discouraged the thought of her would come to my mind, and I said
to myself, 'If I fail what will she think?' and that idea always filled
me with new determination."
"She has meant much to both of us, lad. I was an old man when I crossed
the mountains, and believed that my time was almost up. But when she
came into my life it made all the difference in the world, and now I
feel almost as young as ever."
"And you don't think she'll be much changed?" Natsatt queried. "You
think she'll be glad to see us, and not be ashamed of our rough ways? If
I thought she would I'd not go near where she is."
"Don't be a fool, lad. You're only talking nonsense. What kind of a
woman do you think she is? Do you imagine she'd be untrue to her best
friends? Not a bit of it. She's not like those skunks who deserted us
in our time of need at the Post on the far-off Yukon River. They got
their desert, though, when they went down in the Liard River. It served
them right. No men could do what they did and get off scot free. But
Owindia's not like them. Oh, no, don't you have the least fear about
her."
Thus through the long afternoon Dan and Natsatt conversed upon the one
subject which was so near their hearts. They had changed somewhat in the
three years since they had left Fort Yukon on their journey eastward
with the boats of the Hudson's Bay Company. The Ranger looked older,
and his hair was whiter than ever. But in his eyes dwelt an expression
of peace and contentment, which formerly had not been seen there. He no
longer cared for roving, but desired rest and quietness. He had Owindia
upon whom he could centre his thoughts. He had her to care for, and
he had tried to make up to her what he had neglected to do for Klota.
Natsatt, too, had changed. He was free and buoyant in spirit as ever,
but his nature had become much developed by his contact with the old
Ranger. He had settled down to steady business, and his face expressed
the resolve of a man who had something to live for, and who meant to
succeed in life.
Twilight was stealing over the land when at length they ran out of the
lake and entered upon a narrow river. They had not gone far when before
them a village appeared to view.
"We're in time!" Natsatt cried, now flushed with excitement.
"Just in time," Dan replied; "with not a minute to spare."
Running their canoe ashore, and making it fast, they walked slowly from
the water toward a large building standing somewhat by itself. They saw
a number of people entering the door, and others on their way.
"The place will be crowded," Natsatt whispered.
"Shouldn't wonder," was the reply. "We'll slip in and sit well back by
the door. Our clothes are too rough to go up in front."
It might seem somewhat strange that these two men who had faced death
so often during the past years, and had endured all kinds of hardships
should tremble with apprehension as they stood upon the threshold of
that building. But they were not accustomed to the ways of civilisation,
and felt out of place. They observed the well-dressed people who passed
them, and then glanced down at their own rough garments.
The big room they entered was almost filled with men and women. There
was a feeling of expectancy in the air. There was much laughing and
talking going on, and all seemed in the highest spirits. The place
was brightly lighted, and the walls were decorated with pictures and
mottoes, while numerous flags were gracefully arranged back of the stage
which ran across the upper end of the room.
"Isn't it great!" Natsatt whispered, as his eyes drank in everything he
saw. "And to think that she has been here for three years. It seems like
holy ground to me."
"Hush," Dan replied. "Look!"
Natsatt glanced quickly up, and there standing on the platform was a
tall woman, evidently the Principal in charge of the school. She waited
until the room became quiet, and then in a few words expressed her
pleasure at seeing so many present. She next gave a sketch of the work
which had been accomplished during the past year, and closed by saying
that there would be a short entertainment of dialogues, recitations, and
songs.
In a few minutes the programme began. Girls came forth, performed
their parts and retired to a room at the back of the stage. Dan's and
Natsatt's eyes studied every face, and much were they disappointed not
to find the one whom they were longing to see. The performance was
almost over, when from the side of the platform a maiden appeared, and
as she stepped forward Natsatt rose partly from his seat to obtain a
better view. Dan gave a half-suppressed exclamation of surprise which
caused several people to turn and look in his direction. But he did not
know that he had made a sound, for his eyes were upon Owindia. Natsatt
quivered with excitement. He had always known that she was beautiful
but never did she seem half so lovely as when she appeared before him
this night. No longer was she dressed in the quaint native costume,
but in a neat white muslin dress, such as all the girls in the school
wore on this festive occasion. It fitted her lithe form to perfection.
It would have been difficult for the most critical eye to detect any
sign of Indian blood in her veins except for a slight dusky shade upon
her face, and her raven black hair, combed neatly back. It was her
first appearance in public and a certain degree of nervousness was
noticeable in her manner. Her eyes searched the faces before her, and
at length they lighted up with a pleased expression as she noted two
forms sitting back close to the door. Then her embarrassment departed.
She straightened herself up to her full height, and the proud spirit
of Klitonda, chief of the Ranges, came upon her. Her heart was beating
rapidly. It would not do for her to fail. What would Dan and Natsatt
think of her? These thoughts flashed through her mind in the twinkling
of an eye. Then she opened her lips and began to sing. As her clear
sweet voice rang through that building all whispering ceased, and every
ear was strained to catch the rich sounds. And when she ceased, for an
instant there was a dead silence like the stillness before a storm.
Then from the assembled people came a great applause, which would not
cease until Owindia re-appeared before them. This time it was a simple
song she sang which her mother had taught her years before, and made a
greater impression than the first. A hubbub arose when she finished and
retired. People asked one another who she was, and why had they not
heard of her before. They had not known there was such a voice in the
school. Dan and Natsatt sat very still, and listened to what was being
said. Their hearts were swelling with pride, and thankfulness. Natsatt
was almost beside himself. He found it hard to keep still. He longed to
rush forward and seize her in his arms. Three years since he had seen
her, and now he was so near and yet so far off.
At last the programme ended with the singing of the National Anthem,
and the people began to leave the building. Dan and Natsatt remained
where they were, feeling very much out of place. They longed to go
forward, and find the one they had come so far to see. But the aisle
was filled with people and they must wait. As they sat there keeping
their eyes lowered, for they knew that many curious eyes were cast upon
them, a familiar voice spoke to them. Looking up Owindia was standing
by their side. Her face was flushed with excitement, and as her eyes
met Natsatt's a love that years, nay death could not vanquish shone
strongly there. Forgotten were her surroundings. She thought only of
him. He seized her hands stretched out to him, grasped them, and caught
her in his arms. Gone were his old doubts and fears. She was the same
Owindia he had left three years before. He held her close to his breast
and tried to speak, but words would not come. Happiness such as he had
never known had chained him and silenced his tongue. Neither could
Owindia speak. She laid her head upon his shoulder, and tears of joy
streamed down her cheeks. The excitement of the evening, and the meeting
of her lover had greatly affected her. Natsatt understood, and so did
the old Ranger who stood silently by watching the two lovers. His heart
was overflowing with thankfulness. He did not think of himself, but only
of them. At length Owindia disengaged herself, turned to the old man,
slipped her hand in his, and looked up into his eyes.
"Kiss me," she said, "and forgive me for not speaking to you before."
Then the Ranger stooped and touched his lips to those rosy ones of the
maiden, the first time he had done such a thing since he lost Klota.
"There, that's better," Owindia cried. "Now you must come with me to
see the Principal. I have often told her about you both, and she knows
everything."
What followed seemed to those two rough frontiersmen like a dream.
They were ushered into a fairy-world filled with maidens all dressed
in white. Never before did they feel so awkward, and they imagined how
ashamed Owindia must be of them. But she was so full of happiness that
she never thought about how they were dressed. And the Principal was
so kind, and made them feel so much at home that their tongues became
loosened and they chatted away as if they had known her for years.
They were two delighted men who left the school that night and made
their way to a hotel in the town. Natsatt could hardly wait for morning
to dawn, and he lay awake for hours thinking about Owindia.
The next day preparations were made for their departure. There were
many things to buy at the store, and Owindia went with them. Dan was
delighted as he watched her animated face as she chose this and that
piece of goods, and showed what he considered good taste in her choice.
At last all was ready. The canoe was loaded with the purchases they had
made, the good-byes had been said, and soon they were speeding on their
way northward over the great lake. It took them several days to make
this journey, and then one evening as the sun was sinking to rest above
the tree tops a trading Post in the wilderness came in sight. Several
houses were situated near, and as the canoe reached the landing place
all the inhabitants, men, women, and children, came to the shore to give
them a hearty welcome. A number of white women were present, who took
charge of Owindia, and conducted her to one of the houses near by. Then
all the people thronged into the little church until there was hardly
standing room. Ere long Owindia entered, with Ranger Dan by her side.
Natsatt was already in his place. Before them stood the missionary, and
in solemn and impressive words made them man and wife.
Following the wedding came the bountiful supper which had been prepared,
for so nicely had the home-coming been planned that all knew within
a few hours when they would arrive. Owindia was almost dazed by the
kindness which was bestowed upon her. It seemed as if she must be
dreaming, and would awake to find herself either at the school or away
in the wilderness among the Chilcats. But Natsatt sitting on her right,
and Dan on her left assured her that it was a sweet reality.
Supper ended, Natsatt twined his arm in hers and led her into the store.
She stood looking with wonder upon everything she beheld.
"Is this yours?" she asked.
"It is ours, darling," he replied. "Yours and mine. It is the largest
trading Post in the north, and I have done it all for you."
"It is wonderful!" she murmured. "Oh, I am so happy."
Next he led her to a neat log house a few rods away, opened the door and
entered. If Owindia gazed with wonder upon the store and cried out with
surprise, she was now too much amazed to say a word or utter a sound.
"This is ours, too," Natsatt remarked, watching with delight the
expression upon her face. "It was built for you. The furniture was all
brought over the lake, and the women have fixed everything up while I
was away. Why, they have even built a fire in the large open fireplace
to make it more homelike. This is to be our cosy sitting-room. That
chair is for you," and he led her into the room.
Owindia did not sit down. She gave one brief glance about her at the
many things she saw, and then throwing her arms around Natsatt's neck,
she buried her happy face upon his shoulder.
And there a little later Dan found them sitting before the cheerful
fire, which felt good even in the summer, for the air was cool and a
heavy mist was hanging over the land. And thus, ensconced in comfortable
chairs, and Dan with his pipe in his mouth, they talked of the past.
The men told of the building of the store in the wilderness, and the
struggles which had been overcome. Their trials were now ended, and the
future looked bright and golden.
"Oh, if my poor father could only be here," Owindia remarked, as she
looked around her. "To think that I have such a lovely home with every
one so kind to me, and he does not know it. How often I think of him,
and see his grave far away in that lonely land, which I shall never look
upon again."
And so the three sat and talked. They could not look into the future.
There was no seer to draw back the veil and give them one brief glimpse
of the changes the years would bring about. They did not know that the
day would come when the Chilcats would lose their control over the
great Yukon region, and that the gleaming gold would lure thousands
of white people into the country. Neither could they see that the
little settlement where the new trading Post which Dan and Natsatt had
established would be the centre of a bustling, thriving city; that
Natsatt would be one of the most prosperous business men of the place,
and that among all the women none would be fairer or more beloved than
Owindia, daughter of the brave Klitonda, chief of the Ranges.
THE END.