THE BRUSH SHELTER.
"After all, this isn't so bad!" Teddy was saying, after they had got the
supper started, and most of them were lying around in comfortable
attitudes, enjoying the cheery conditions, for the air was a bit cool,
and even the warmth of the small cooking fire felt good.
"It might be worse," admitted Jimmy, sniffing the fragrant air, as a war
horse might the pungent powder-smoke of battle--Jimmy was always ready
for the fray in the line of disposing of surplus "grub."
They did not have a very extensive meal. The conditions hardly warranted
their trying to put on any "style," as Jimmy called it. So as appetites
were appeased, and the food tasted good, nobody was apt to complain.
Indeed, these fellows had been through so much in times gone by that
they knew how to make the most of a bad bargain, and adapt themselves to
circumstances as they found them.
When a Boy Scout can do that he has achieved the best that any one could
expect of him, for he has conquered himself, always the hardest fight of
all.
Presently Francois announced that the simple bill-of-fare was ready. It
consisted of hard-tack, coffee, and some caribou meat cooked in regular
camp style. What mattered it if in places the venison was slightly
scorched, or underdone; the wood smoke gave it a flavor all its own, and
there were vigorous appetites on hand to overlook these minor faults.
Quantity appeals to boys more than quality, generally speaking, and
never a single complaint was heard as they munched away.
"Getting off better than we expected, ain't we?" Jimmy observed, with
his mouth so full that his words were fairly mumbled.
"Oh! this is just prime!" Frank declared. "I'm more bothered about not
having my good blanket to snuggle down into than anything else."
"Please don't mention it till we've done eating, anyway," pleaded Teddy.
"Makes a cold chill run up and down my spinal column every time I think
what we've got to face, with tents and blankets all gone."
"Another experience, that's all," remarked Jack, trying to look
cheerful, as if these things should not bother any one worthy of calling
himself a scout.
"Well, we've seen a heap of 'em, all told," was the consoling remark of
Jimmy, "and we're still in the circus ring, right side up with care.
Fact is, it takes an awful lot to knock a scout out, because he's
learned so many ways to dodge, just like a cat does."
"There you go, comparing us to a bunch of tomcats," chuckled Frank.
"I do hope, though," Teddy went on to say, with a sigh, as he
contemplated the little blaze before him, "that later on we'll be able
to have jolly camp fires every night. There is a chance of that
happening, ain't there, Ned?"
"Why, I should hope so, Teddy," replied the other; "I'd hate to think
that we'd have to stand for this sort of thing long. As soon as it looks
like we've dropped that crowd, I don't see any reason why we shouldn't
have all the fire we want, so long as we don't start the bush to
burning. And as every scout knows how to get sparks from flint and
steel, not to mention other ways of doing the same, why, we needn't
bother ourselves about matches."
In this way they chatted in low tones, and their spirits were kept from
drooping. Association does considerable toward making boys, or men, see
the bright lining to the cloud. It is like rubbing metal fragments
together in a turning cylinder, with the result that every separate
piece receives more or less of a luster from the constant friction. So
difficulties brighten the minds of scouts who know enough to take
advantage of their opportunities.
All sorts of suggestions were being made from time to time, looking to
the betterment of their conditions. Some of these did not seem
practical, and were immediately dropped. Others deserved more careful
consideration, and, in these cases, the boys gave each other the benefit
of their opinions.
During the course of this talk, Jack brought up the subject of bettering
their sleeping quarters.
"As we don't expect to keep this little fire going through the whole
night," he told them, "and so won't get the benefit of its warmth,
what's to hinder out looking around to find a place where the brush is
thick enough to let us stack up a woods' shelter?"
"A good idea, Jack!" was the comment of the patrol leader.
"It would shelter us from the night breeze, anyway," Teddy observed.
"And, say, I think I can put you on to the very place," Jimmy
unexpectedly announced; which remark, so unlike Jimmy, caused the others
to "sit up and take notice," under the impression that their comrade
must certainly be waking up to the occasion.
"Show me!" said Frank, scrambling to his feet; "because I'm getting
sleepy right now, sitting here so close to the fire; and, according to
my mind, we can't fix up our beds any too soon."
"Oh! how can we talk about beds, when we haven't got any blankets?"
wailed Teddy.
"Like as not, we'll find some hemlock trees around, for they grow away
up here, we know," Jack argued. "And by laying close to each other we'll
manage to keep half-way warm, let's hope."
Teddy began to laugh softly to himself.
"What ails you now?" demanded Jimmy; "because it strikes me the prospect
ain't so very cheerful as to make a feller laugh."
"Oh! excuse me," replied Teddy, "but I just happened to think how funny
it would seem for the whole five of us to be lying like sardines in a
box, every fellow's knees doubled up, and stuck in the back of the
next one. Then, whenever one got tired of lying on his right side,
he'd call out 'turn!' and the whole line would have to wiggle around, so
as to flop over on their left sides."
"Just about what we'll have to do," Jack assured him.
"And you won't think it so very funny either after a while," said Frank.
Jimmy led them back a little way, and sure enough they found just the
conditions they required for making a bough and brush shelter. Ned
immediately told the observant one that he had done well to notice the
conditions, with an eye to future possibilities.
"While we're at it," Ned continued, "perhaps we'd better make as
rain-proof a shelter as we can."
"Gee whiz! I hope you don't think it's going to come down on us
to-night, and me with my raincoat which was left in the canoe?" Teddy
exclaimed.
"Feels sort of damp to me," Frank admitted.
"Let's hope for the best," added Jack. "But I think that what Ned said
would be the proper caper for us. And now get busy, everybody. Show what
you know about constructing a bough shelter, for if ever we needed one,
it's right now."
They worked like a pack of beavers. Indeed, Jimmy declared that it
seemed like a shame they all belonged to two patrols known as the Wolf
and Black Bear, when they were such an industrious lot, and deserved
better totems.
The guides also entered into the spirit of the thing, though apparently
more careless or indifferent about their comfort than the boys. Still,
they appreciated the prospect of having a shelter, in case of a heavy
downpour, and added their contributions towards making it a worth-while
affair.
When, finally, it was pronounced finished, all of them were of the
opinion that it did their knowledge of woodcraft credit.
"Show me the scouts who could have done a better job, under the same
conditions, will you?" demanded Frank, proudly.
"They would be hard to find!" declared Ned.
"Next thing is to hustle and find some sort of browse to make beds out
of," Jack told them, "and the thicker it is for a mattress the better,
because it causes a certain amount of warmth, and keeps the dampness of
the ground off."
"Yes, and if there happen to be a few old roots sticking up under you,
they don't hurt," added Jimmy, who had been through the experience he
described many times in the past, and ought to know the inconvenience
resulting from it.
When five lively fellows get busy, they can gather quite a quantity of
browse, in case the right sort of trees are handy; and before long Frank
threw himself down on the mattress, with a grunt of satisfaction.
"How does she go?" asked Teddy, solicitously.
"Bunkum," came the answer, accompanied with a mighty yawn; "try it for
yourself."
"Guess I will, Frank," and Teddy accordingly stretched himself out at
full length, alongside the other scout.
So they all found a place, and there was room enough also for the
guides. These worthies insisted upon taking the outermost nooks. The
voyageur explained that they might want to be up several times before
dawn, to look around and make sure that all was well; nor could the
scouts find any objection to this programme, since it was intended to
add to their comfort and security.
If they had not all been so very drowsy, possibly the boys might have
found considerable difficulty in forgetting themselves, under such
unusual conditions; but as a rule, the average boy can sleep under
abnormal surroundings that would keep an older person awake all night;
for trouble sets lightly on their minds, fortunately enough.
Ned was the only one who knew how Francois and the Cree had agreed
between themselves to keep "watch and watch" throughout the whole night.
After the scouts had apparently managed to get to sleep, the voyageur
silently arose, and removing to a little distance, placed his back
against a tree. There he sat, like a dim statue as time crept on, his
rifle on his knees, and doubtless all his senses constantly on the alert
for signs that would indicate the coming of the enemy.
When, according to his way of thinking, he had stood watch for half of
the night, Francois crept around to the other end of the shelter, and
touched the form of the old Cree. Not a single word was exchanged
between them, but Tamasjo, crawling out, took the other's place, as
though it were a part of his business to sit up nights.
What if there was no alarm, the boys enjoyed better security while they
slept, and secured more energy for the following day's work. Men do not
always anticipate trouble when they place a guard over the camp; but, in
case it does come, there is always the consciousness of having taken all
needful precautions. It is on the same principle that a wise man insures
his house, though never believing that a fire is going to visit him. He
wants to make sure, that is all.
Had some of the scouts been on post during that night, they might have
experienced several little alarms, through noises they would hear, which
were strange to their ears. Not so the guides, who had spent all their
lives amidst these Northern scenes, so that every minute denizen of the
woods was as familiar to them as the game of baseball might be to Jimmy,
versed, as he was, in all its fine points.
To them the various fretful voices of the little animals, who doubtless
wondered what business these two-legged pilgrims had stopping on their
preserves, were to be looked on as only a means of safety. So long as
they continued to hear them near by, they knew that all was well. A
sudden silence would have made either one of the guides suspicious,
because these sharp-eared rodents could catch the movement of creeping
men much sooner than any biped was capable of doing; and hence, a
cessation of their complaining would indicate danger to the sleeping
camp.
When Jimmy opened his eyes he saw that the morning had come. It did not
look as cheerful as he would have liked, for the sky was threatening,
and what seemed like a cold fog was stealing through the woods, drifting
in probably from the great salty bay, so near at hand.
Of course, the waking of one was the signal for the entire five to be
stirring. Indeed, once they opened their eyes, the boys were only too
glad to creep out from their shelter and stretch their cramped limbs.
"It didn't rain, after all," Jimmy remarked; and there was something of
a grievance in his tone, as though he rather begrudged going to all that
useless labor for nothing.
"Well, if we'd known as much last night as we do now," commented Jack,
"perhaps we wouldn't have bothered about this shelter. I often wonder
what a lot of things some fellows would shirk if their foresight was as
good as their hindsight."
"For one thing," spoke up Teddy, briskly, "we'd be having our bully
canoes and blankets, and tents, and all that raft of grub right now,
instead of having to do without it."
"That's so, we would," Jimmy echoed, making a comical face. "And let me
tell you fellers, after this I'm going to devote a lot of time tryin'
to see into the future. My father was a seventh son, and they say that
makes a weather-sharp. I've tried it a few times, and hit the truth once
out of three."
"I'd call that a poor percentage," Teddy sneered. "Why, any
happy-go-lucky guess ought to strike it half the time, anyway."
"Do we eat again this morning, or is it a case of saving the grub?"
Jimmy asked, turning to Ned.
"It's too early yet to go on half-rations," the patrol leader assured
him. "What we're going to come to after a little is another question. So
let's get busy and have a cooking fire started."
Jimmy hastened to be the one to attend to this. Truth to tell, he was
shivering in the raw morning air, and wanted heat almost as much as hot
food, in order to make himself feel comfortable.
"No changes in our plans overnight, are there, Ned?" inquired Jack, as
they hovered around the blaze after it had been started, each fellow
apparently anxious to have a hand in the simple preparation of
breakfast, though really wanting to warm his hands.
"No," came the reply, "we'll keep straight on, and reach the bay before
changing our course. Then we'll have to head to the west, and do what we
can to reach the nearest trading post, unless we have the good luck to
strike some sealer or whaling vessel that will take us aboard."