THROUGH THE BIG WATER
Crowds of cattle, like mobs, are strangely subject to some sudden
impulse. Any seamy-faced old drover will illustrate this fact with
stories till midnight, telling how Alkire's cattle resting one morning
on Bald Knob suddenly threw up their heads and went crashing for a mile
through the underbrush; and how a line of Queen's steers charged on a
summer evening and swept out every fence in the Tygart's valley, without
a cause so far as the human eye could see and without a warning.
Three hundred cattle had crossed, swimming the track of the loop as
though they were fenced into it, and I judge there were a hundred in the
water, when the remainder of the drove on the south shore made a sudden
bolt for the river. The move was so swift and uniform, and the distance
to the water so short, that Ump and the ferrymen had barely time to
escape being swept in with the steers. The whole drove piled up in the
river and began to swim in a black mass toward the north shore. I saw
the Bay Eagle sweep down the bank and plunge into the river below the
cattle. I could hear Ump shouting, and could see the bay mare crowding
the lower line of the swimming cattle.
The very light went out of the sky. We forced our horses into the river
up to their shoulders, and waited. The cattle half-way across came out
all right, but when the mass of more than two hundred reached the loop
of the curve, they seemed to waver and crowd up in a bunch. I lost my
head and plunged El Mahdi into the river. "Come on," I shouted, and Jud
followed me.
If Satan had sent some guardian devil to choose for us an act of folly,
he could not have chosen better than I. It is possible that the cattle
would have taken the line of the leaders against the current if we had
kept out of the river, but when they saw our horses they became
bewildered, lost their sense of direction and drifted down into the
eddy,--a great tangle of fighting cattle.
We swung down-stream, and taking a long circle came in below the drove
as it drifted around in the outer orbit of the eddy. The crowd of cattle
swam past, butting each other, and churning the water under their
bellies, led by a half-blood Aberdeen-Angus steer with a ring in his
nose. Half-way around we met Ump. He was a terrible creature. His shirt
was in ribbons, and his hair was matted to his head. He was trying to
force the Bay Eagle into the mass of cattle, and he was cursing like a
fiend.
I have already said that his mare knew more than any other animal in the
Hills. She dodged here and there like a water rat, slipped in among the
cattle and shot out when they swung together. On any other horse the
hunchback would have been crushed to pulp.
We joined him and tried to drive a wedge through the great tangle to
split it in half, Jud and the huge Cardinal for a centre. We got
half-way in and were flung off like a plank.
We floated down into the rim of the eddy below the cattle, spread out,
and endeavoured to force the drove up stream. We might as well have
ridden against a floating log-jam. The mad, bellowing steers swam after
their leader, moving in toward the vortex of the eddy. The half-blood
Aberdeen-Angus, whom the cattle seemed to follow, was now on the inner
border of the drove, the tangle of steers stretched in a circle around
him. It was clear that in a very few minutes he would reach the centre,
the mass of cattle would crowd down on him, and the whole bunch would go
to the bottom. We determined to make another effort to break through
this circle, and if possible capture the half-blood and force him out
toward the shore. A more dangerous undertaking could not be easily
imagined.
The chances of driving this steer out were slight if we should ever
reach him. The possibility of forcing a way in was remote, and if we
succeeded in penetrating to the centre of the jam and failed to break
it, we should certainly be wedged in and crushed. If Ump's head had been
cool, I do not think he would ever have permitted me to join in such
madness. We were to select a loose place in the circle, the Cardinal and
El Mahdi to force an opening, and the Bay Eagle to go through if she
could.
We waited while the cattle passed, bellowing and thrashing the
water,--an awful mob of steers in panic. Presently in this circle there
was a rift where a bull, infuriated by the crowding, swam by, fighting
to clear a place around him. He was a tremendous creature, glistening
black, active and dangerous as a wild beast. He charged the cattle
around him, driving them back like a battering ram. He dived and butted
and roared like some sea monster gone mad. Ump shouted, and we swam into
the open rift against this bull, Jud leading, and El Mahdi at his
shoulder.
The bull fighting the cattle behind him did not see us until the big
sorrel was against him. Then he swung half around and tried to butt.
This was the danger which we feared most. The ram of a muley steer is
one of the most powerful blows delivered by any animal. For this reason,
no bull with horns is a match for a muley. The driving power of sixteen
hundred pounds of bone and muscle is like the ram of a ship. Striking a
horse fair, it would stave him in as one breaks an egg shell. Jud leaned
down from his horse and struck the bull on the nose with his fist,
beating him in the nostrils. The bull turned and charged the cattle
behind him. We crowded against him, using the mad bull for a great
driving wedge.
I have never seen anything in the world to approach the strength or the
fury of this muley. With him we broke through the circle of steers
forcing into the centre of the eddy. We had barely room for the horses
by crowding shoulder to shoulder to the bull. The cattle closed in
behind us like bees swarming in a hive.
I was accustomed to cattle all my life. I had been among them when they
fought each other, bellowing and tearing up the sod; among them when
they charged; among them when they stampeded; and I was not afraid. But
this caldron of boiling yellow water filled with cattle was a hell-pot.
In it every steer, gone mad, seemed to be fighting for dear life.
I caught something of the terror of the cattle, and on the instant the
delusion of the cone rising on all sides returned. The cattle seemed to
be swarming down upon us from the sides of this yellow pit. I looked
around. The Bay Eagle was squeezing against El Mahdi. Jud was pressing
close to the nose of the bull, keeping him turned against the cattle by
great blows rained on his muzzle, and we were driving slowly in like a
glut.
My mouth became suddenly dry to the root of my tongue. I dropped the
reins and whirled around in the saddle. Ump, whose knee was against El
Mahdi's flank, reached over and caught me by the shoulder. The grip of
his hand was firm and steady, and it brought me back to my senses, but
his face will not be whiter when they lay him finally in the little
chapel at Mount Horeb.
As I turned and gathered up the reins, the water was boiling over the
horses. Sometimes we went down to the chin, the horses entirely under;
at other times we were flung up almost out of the water by the surging
of the cattle. The Cardinal was beginning to grow tired. He had just
swam across the river and half-way back, and been then forced into this
tremendous struggle without time to gather his breath. He was a horse of
gigantic stature and great endurance, but his rider was heavy. He had
been long in the water, and the jamming of the cattle was enough to wear
out a horse built of ship timber.
His whole body was sunk to the nose and he went entirely under with
every surge of the bull. The naked back of Jud reeked with sweat, washed
off every minute with a flood of muddy water, and the muscles on his
huge shoulders looked like folds of brass.
He held the bridle-rein in his teeth and bent down over the saddle so as
to strike the bull when it tried to turn back. At times the man, horse,
and bull were carried down out of sight.
Suddenly I realised that we were on the inside. The river was a bedlam
of roars and bellows. We had broken through the circle of cattle, and it
drifted now in two segments, crowding in to follow the half-blood
Aberdeen-Angus. This steer passed a few yards below us, making for the
centre of the eddy. As he went by, Ump shot out on the Bay Eagle, dodged
through the cattle, and, coming up with the steer, reached down and
hooked his finger in the ring which the half-blood wore in his nose.
Then, holding the steer's muzzle against the shoulder of the mare, he
struck out straight through the vortex of the eddy, making for the
widest opening in the broken circle.
I watched the hunchback breathless. It was not difficult to lead the
steer. An urchin could have done it with a rope in the nosering, but the
two segments of the circle might swing together at any moment, and if
they did Ump would be penned in and lost and we would be lost also,
locked up in this jam of steers.
For a moment the hunchback and the steer passed out of sight in the
boiling eddy, then they reached the open, went through it, and struck
up-stream for the ferry landing.
The cattle on the inner side of the circle followed the Aberdeen-Angus,
streaming through the opening in a great wedge that split the jam into
the two wings of an enormous V. The whole drove swung out and followed
in two lines, as one has seen the wild geese following their pilot to
the south.
Jud and I, wedged in, were tossed about by the surging of the cattle, as
the jam broke. We were protected a little by the bull, whose strength
seemed inexhaustible. Every moment I looked to see some black head rise
under the fore quarters of El Mahdi, throw him over, and force him down
beneath the bellies of the cattle, or some muley charge the fighting
bull and crush Jud and his horse. But the very closeness of the jamming
saved us from these dangers.
It was almost impossible for a bullock to turn. We were carried forward
by the press as a child is carried with a crowd. When the cattle split
into the wings of the V, we were flung off and found ourselves swimming
in open water between the two great lines.
I felt like a man lifted suddenly from a dungeon into the sunlit world.
I was weak. I caught hold of the horn, settled down nerveless in the
saddle, and looked around me. The cattle were streaming past in two long
lines for the shore, led by Ump and the Aberdeen-Angus, now half-way up
the north arm of the loop.
The river was still roaring with the bellowings of the cattle, as though
all the devils of the water howled with fury at this losing of their
prey.
The steers had now room to swim in, and they would reach the shore. I
looked down at El Mahdi. He floated easily, pumping the air far back
into his big lungs. He had been roundly jammed, but he was not
exhausted, and I knew he would be all right when he got his breath.
Then I looked for Jud. He was a few yards below me, staring at the
swimming cattle. The water was rising to his armpits. It poured over the
Cardinal, and over the saddle horn. It was plain that the horse was
going down. Only his muzzle hung above the water, with the nostrils
distended.
I shouted to Jud. He kicked his feet out of the stirrups, dropped into
the water and caught his horse by the shank of the bit. He went down
until the water bubbled against his chin. But he held the horse's head
above the river, treading water and striking out with his free arm.
I turned El Mahdi and swam to the Cardinal. When I reached him I caught
the bit on my side, and together Jud and El Mahdi held the exhausted
horse until he gathered his breath and began to swim. Presently, when he
had gotten the air back in his chest, I took the bridle-rein, and Jud,
loosing his hold on the bit, floated down behind the cattle, and struck
out for the shore. I saw him climb the bank among the water beeches when
El Mahdi and the Cardinal came up out of the river at the ferry landing
behind the last bullock.