As the college year was drawing to its close he received the following
letter from his father:
“MY DEAR BOY,--I am sorry to be obliged to inform you that you must
manage somehow to pay your own expenses during the remaining three
years at the university. Five hundred dollars a year are a good
deal, and you are younger than I am, remember. I can let you have a
hundred, but that is all, and I have every confidence that you will
be able to make the rest for yourself. Perhaps you may imagine what
it means to me to reflect that I have such a son to lean on in my
old age! I know of no man living that I envy. I am informed of your
progress, and I am proud of you beyond the power of any poor words of
mine to express.
Your affectionate FATHER.”
For the moment Fessenden was shocked and bewildered; but not only
did the subtlety of Mr. Abbott’s letter begin its work at once, but
his mettle flew to its opportunity. He promptly turned to with that
absolute lack of doubt which, in a man well equipped, compels success.
There were a number of relatively wealthy men in the university whose
patriotism for the West and contempt for the effete East had led
them, or their fathers, to patronize the home institution. Fessenden
imperiously persuaded these men that they needed a course of practical
lessons in forestry and longed for a summer in camp in the Adirondacks
not far from the cooking of Christina. The summer was pleasant and
profitable for all, but particularly for Fessenden, who found many
hours to dream alone among his mountains and into the sympathetic ear
of _Pocahontas_. She was haughty and evasive for several days after
his enthusiastic arrival, turned him over twice, and took advantage of
every abstraction to make for submerged stumps and shore. But having
made him sufficiently miserable, she gradually restored him to favor,
and the old happy bond was re-established. But although he was glad of
the long hours of rest and of pondering over the world of science into
which he had been precipitated by the intuition and foresight of his
father, he was soon eager to get back to the practical application.
He returned to the university with half the money he needed, and he
could easily make up the remainder by coaching. The day after his
return he walked out to Mr. Lunt’s and announced his intention of
living with him and paying for his board with his axe, or in any other
reasonable manner. The farmer was taken aback, and somewhat displeased
at the idea of paying for what he had grown accustomed to accept as
his right; but finally admitted the justice of Fessenden’s argument,
especially as he had no such enthusiast for hard labor on his farm.
Shortly after, Fessenden, in a burst of adolescent pride, returned his
father’s contribution, having persuaded his forestry class that they
needed private lessons in German, which in truth they did, although
they enjoyed the study of Fessenden more. They never connected him with
the author of his being, but they thought him unique and perennially
interesting. Occasionally they marvelled at his sublime audacity, a
quality as a rule born of the easy assurance of wealth and social
position, particularly when well-bred and unconscious; but they
never got beyond the conclusion that it was the result of an unusual
brain and a gift for leadership. That he should become the captain
of his company before the end of his first year, and prove an ardent
disciplinarian, did not so much surprise them; but his talents were
less easy to account for, and those interested in heredity approached
him on the subject. Fessenden was determined to keep his father’s
secret, whatever it might be; and as he could be diplomatic when
diplomacy seemed more advisable than throwing an impertinent man out of
the window, he sent the curious away with the impression that he came
of plain mountain people.