A HUNT
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A troop of cavalry trotted along through the early morning dust, and
Lieutenant Butler drew out at the Searleses' quarters, tying his horse
for a moment in front, while he went inside. It was early for casual
people. He did not stay long, but the sergeant in the rear thought he
saw a girl come to the door and kiss him good-by. As the officer dashed
to the head of the troop, the old sergeant dipped a smiling countenance
deep into a plug of tobacco.
"Hello! there goes Butler with his troop," said Mr. Harding to Captain
Lewis, as they basked in the morning sun before that officer's quarters.
"Yes, he goes to escort some wagons; but the fact is, internecine war
has broken out in the post, and he goes for the good of the service.
It's all about a damn little yellow dog."
"A dog make a war! How, pray?"
"Oh gee! yes! Dogs and rum and women make all the trouble there is in
the army, and particularly dogs. That sounds odd, doesn't it?
Nevertheless, it's a hard, dry fact. Soldiers take to dogs, and it's
always 'kick my dog kick me' with these bucks. That troop has a
miserable runt of a _fice_, and he's smart the same as such pups often
are. The cavalrymen have taught him to nip at infantrymen, which they
think is great fun. Some of the infantrymen got tired of sewing up
three-cornered tears in their galligaskins and allowed they would
assassinate said _fice_. Here is where these baby cavalrymen lose their
temper and threaten to fire on the company-quarters of any outfit which
bags Fido--and that's war. It has been fixed up. Some officer has
arranged an armistice, and meanwhile the troop gets a few miles in the
sage-brush, which, it is hoped, will be credited to the pup, whereat he
won't be so popular."
"Ah, a very sad case for the doggie," added Harding; "he was taught to
take wrong views of the service."
"Let us go down and take a look at Ermine's wolf," said Lewis, and the
two proceeded to the quartermaster's corral, where they found a group
standing about the wolf.
It was held by a stout chain and lay flat on the ground, displaying an
entire apathy concerning the surroundings, except that it looked
"Injuny," as a passing mule-skinner observed.
"When I see one of those boys, it makes my back come up like a cat's,"
said Lewis. "A bunch of them nearly pulled me down two years ago on the
Canadian. I fired all my ammunition at them and got into camp just about
the right time; a half a mile more and I would have got my 'final
statement.'"
"Yes, I have hunted them in Poland, on moonlight nights. A wolf in the
deep forests on a moonlight night harmonizes better than one tied by a
chain, with twenty men staring at him in broad daylight."
An irrepressible private shoved his nose into the circle, looked at the
captive, and departed saying:--
"He enlisted in the army,
The bullets took their toll,
The wolves got his body,
And the divil got his soul.
Om-a yah-ha-ha."
Poor wolf! He possessed too many attributes of man to ingratiate
himself. He did not admit their superiority, and lay stoically under the
heel of the conqueror; all thumbs were down for him.
He was apostrophized by a soldier: "Ah, me innocent-lukin' child of the
divil--wait till ye git thim hoop-shnake dawgs afther yez."
Major Searles rode in through the gate and sang out: "The Colonel has a
few papers to sign, after which he says we will chase the wolf; so you
can get ready, gentlemen, those who care to run." And then to Ermine,
who stood near: "Miss Searles thinks that will be a proper disposition
of your valuable present. Can you manage to turn him loose?"
"Why, yes, I suppose we can. Putting the ropes on him is easier than
taking them off. I won't take him out until you are all ready; every dog
in the camp will fly at him. Can I have four or five soldiers to drive
them off? Wolf-Voice and myself will be on horseback, and can't protect
him."
"Certainly, certainly!" And under the Major's directions various
soldiers armed themselves with whips, and undertook to make a rear-guard
fight with the garrison pups.
Horses were saddled, and went clattering to all points of the post. The
certainty of a run drew every one out. Shockley aided Miss Searles to
mount, saying, "I am on duty to-day; my thoughts will fly where my pony
should. You cannot doubt where he would go."
"Poor man, do not look so woebegone; it does not become you. I like you
better when you sing than when you cry."
"If you didn't make me cry, I should sing all the time."
"Oh, that would be bad for your voice, my dear Mr. Shockley, as we say
on a letter head." And she mocked him beyond her rapier point, as she
rode along, followed by the rapidly receding words:--
"Don't forget me, Molly darling;
Put your little hand in mine.
Tell me truly that you love me,
And--"
The rest died behind her.
"He is such a nice fellow," she mused, "but there's more music in his
soul than in his throat. I shall miss him to-day, but not so much as I
shall Mr. Butler; and there is my knight of the yellow hair. Oh! I must
be careful of him. He is such a direct person, there is no parrying his
assault. His presence has a strange effect on me; I do not understand
it; he is queer. What a pity he is not an officer, with short hair; but
pshaw! I might not like him then; how absurd, I do not like him now."
And thus the girlish emotions swayed her pretty head, not stopping to
clarify, man fashion. They flitted about on every little wind, and
alighted nowhere for more than a few seconds.
Other women joined her, and a few men, all making for the
quartermaster's.
"Your mother finds herself past riding, Miss Katherine," spoke one merry
matron, to whom age had been generous, and who was past it herself, did
she but know it.
"Yes, mother takes that view. I am afraid I cannot sustain the
reputation of the Searles outfit, as the phrase goes here. My horse is a
Dobbin--papa is so absurdly careful. There is no fun in being careful."
"Oh, the Major is right. He knows the value of that little nose of
yours, and doesn't want it ploughed in the dirt. Noses which point
upward, just ever so little, lack the severity of those that point down,
in women; that is what the men tell me, Katherine."
The girl glanced at her companion, and doubted not that the men had said
that to her.
"I don't care to go through life thinking of my nose," she added.
"No, indeed; never think of your nose; think of what men think of it."
"I can go home and do that, Mrs. Gooding; out here my horse seems more
to the point than my nose." At this juncture some men opened the corral
gate, and the women passed in.
Seeing the wolf flattened out like an unoratorical man at a banquet, who
knows he is next on the toast-list, Miss Searles exclaimed, "Poor
creature! it seems such a shame."
And the others added, "Now that I see him I feel like a butcher."
"Let him go, Major; we will not have his murder on our conscience,"
continued a third.
"I should as soon think of killing a canary in a cage." And thus did the
gentler sex fail at this stage; but when the Colonel rode out of the
enclosure, they all followed.
The wolf rose to its feet with a snap as the half-breed and Ermine
approached, curling their lariats. A few deft turns, and the ropes drew
around the captive's throat. A man undid the chain, the horse started,
and the wild beast drew after, a whizzing blur of gray hair.
There was some difficulty in passing the gate, but that was managed. The
remembrance of yesterday's experience in the rawhide coils came back to
the wolf. It slunk along, tail down, and with head turning in scared
anxious glances. Behind followed the rear-guard, waving their whips at
various feeble-minded ki-yis which were emboldened by their own yelling.
"Colonel, give me a good start; this is a female wolf. I will raise my
hat and drop it on the ground when it is time to let the dogs go! We may
have trouble clearing away these ropes," talked Ermine, loudly.
"Sacre--mi-ka-tic-eh muck-a-muck--dees dam wolf he have already bite de
hole in my rope ver near," and Wolf-Voice gave a severe jerk. To be
sure, the animal was already playing havoc with his lariat by savage
side-snaps which bade fair shortly to shred it.
"Watch my hat, Colonel; she may get away from us before we are ready."
Well outside of the post the Colonel halted his field and waited; all
eyes bent on the two wild men, with their dangerous bait, going up the
road. The nimble ponies darted about in response to the riders'
swayings, while at intervals the wolf gave an imitation of a pin-wheel.
When well out, Wolf-Voice yelled, "Ah, dare go my rope!"
The wolf had cut it, and turning, fixed its eyes on Ermine, who stopped
and shook his lariat carefully, rolling it in friendly circles toward
the wolf. Wolf-Voice drew his gun, and for an appreciable time the
situation had limitless possibilities. By the exercise of an
intelligence not at all rare in wild creatures, the wolf lay down and
clawed at the rope. In an instant it was free and galloping off, turning
its head to study the strategy of the field.
"Wait for the people; she's going for the timber, and will get away,"
shouted Ermine, casting his big sombrero into the air.
The dogs held in leash never lost sight of the gray fellow, and when let
go were soon whippeting along. The horses sank on their quarters and
heaved themselves forward until the dusty plain groaned under their
feet.
"Ki-yi-yi-yi," called the soldiers, imitating the Indians who had so
often swept in front of their guns.
The wolf fled, a gray shadow borne on the wind, making for the timber in
the river-bottom. It had a long start and a fair hope. If it had
understood how vain the noses of greyhounds are, it might have cut its
angle to cover a little; for once out of sight it might soon take itself
safely off; but no wild animal can afford to angle much before the
spider dogs.
The field was bunched at the start and kicked up a vast choking dust,
causing many slow riders to deploy out on the sides, where they could at
least see the chase and the going in front of them. Wolf-Voice and
Ermine had gone to opposite sides and were lost in the rush.
Ermine's interest in the wolf departed with it. He now swung his active
pony through the dirt clouds, seeking the girl, and at last found her,
well in the rear as usual, and unescorted, after the usual luck she
encountered when she played her charms against a wolf. She was trying to
escape from the pall by edging off toward the river-bank. Well behind
strode the swift war-pony, and Ermine devoured her with his eyes. The
impulse to seize and bear her away to the inaccessible fastnesses of
which he knew was overcome by a fear of her--a fear so great that his
blood turned to water when his passion was greatest.
Time did not improve Ermine's logistics concerning this girl; he wanted
her, and he did not know in the least how to get her. The tigers of his
imagination bit and clawed each other in ferocious combat when he looked
at her back as she rode or at her pensive photograph in the quiet of his
tent. When, however, she turned the battery of her eyes on him, the
fever left him in a dull, chilly lethargy--a realization of the
hopelessness of his yearning; and plot and plan and assuage his fears as
he might, he was always left in a mustache-biting perplexity. He could
not at will make the easy reconnaissance of her fortresses which the
young officers did, and this thought maddened him. It poisoned his mind
and left his soul like a dead fish cast up on a river-bank.
Ermine had known the easy familiarity of the Indian squaws, but none of
them had ever stirred him. The vast silence of his mountain life had
rarely been broken by the presence of men, and never by women. The
prophet had utterly neglected the boy's emotions in the interest of his
intellect. The intense poverty of his experience left him without any
understanding of the most ordinary conventions or casual affairs of
white men's lives. All he knew was gathered from his observation of the
rude relations of frontier soldiers on campaign. The visions of angels
never exalted a fasting mediæval monk in his cell as did the advent of
this white woman to Ermine, and they were quite as nebulous.
The powerful appeal which Katherine Searles made to his imagination was
beyond the power of his analysis; the word Love was unknown to his
vocabulary. He wanted her body, he wanted her mind, and he wanted her
soul merged with his, but as he looked at her now, his mouth grew dry,
like a man in mortal fear or mortal agony.
And thinking thus, he saw her horse stop dead--sink--and go heels up and
over in a complete somersault. The girl fluttered through the air and
struck, raising a dust which almost concealed her. A savage slap of his
quirt made his pony tear the ground in his frantic rush to her aid. No
one noticed the accident, and the chase swept around the bluffs and left
him kneeling beside her. She showed no sign of life; the peach-blow left
her cheeks an ivory white, set with pearls when the high lights showed,
but there was no blood or wound which he could see.
Her mount struggled to extract his poor broken foreleg from a
gopher-hole, where it was sunk to the elbow. He raised his head, with
its eyes rolling, and groaned in agony.
If this had been a man, or even any other woman, Ermine would have known
what to do. In his life a wounded or broken man had been a frequent
experience. As he took her wrist to feel her pulse, his own hands
trembled so that he gave over; he could feel nothing but the mad torrent
of his own blood.
Turning his face in the direction where the hunt had gone, he yelled,
"Help! help!" but the sound never reached the thudding hunt. Putting his
arm under her shoulder, he raised her up, and supporting her, he looked
hopelessly around until his eye fell on the Yellowstone only a short
distance away. Water had always been what the wounded wanted. He slowly
gathered her in his arms, gained his feet, and made his way toward the
river. A gopher-hole had planned what Ermine never could; it had brought
her body to him, but it might be a useless gift unless the water gave
him back her life.
He bore the limp form to the sands beside the flowing river and laid it
down while he ran to fill his hat with water. He made fast work of his
restoration, rubbing her wrists and sprinkling her forehead with water;
but it was long before a reward came in the way of a breath and a
sigh. Again he raised her in a sitting position against his knee.
[Illustration: "HE BORE THE LIMP FORM TO THE SANDS."]
"Breathe, Katherine--try again--now breathe." And he pressed her chest
with his hand, aiding nature as best he knew, until she sighed again and
again.
The girl was half damp in death, while like a burning mine the pent-up
fire-damp exploded and reverberated through the veins of the young man.
Oh, if he could but impart his vitality to her. Possibly he did, for
presently her weakness permitted her to note that the sky was blue, that
the tree-tops waved in familiar forms, that the air flooded her lungs,
and that a cooling rain was falling. Again she drifted somewhere away
from the earth in pleasant passage through kaleidoscopic dreams of all a
girl's subconsciousness ever offers.
Her eyes spread, but soon closed in complete rest against the easy
cradle. She sensed kindly caresses and warm kisses which delighted her.
The long yellow hair hung about her face and kept it shadowed from the
hot sun.
"Oh my! Oh my! Where am I? Is that you--How do I--" but the effort
exhausted her.
"God--God--Sak-a-war-te come quick! It will be too late." He put more
water on her face.
* * * * *
The hunt missed the wolf in the cover of the river-bottom. It doubled on
the dogs, and out of sight was out of mind with the fast-running
hounds.
"She gave us a run, anyhow," sang out Major Searles to Wolf-Voice.
"Yaes, d---- him; she give me a bite and two run. What good was come of
eet, hey--why ain't you keel him first plass, by Gar?"
"Oh! you are a poor sport, Wolf-Voice."
"Am poor sport, hey? All right; nex' wolf she not tink dat, mabeso."
Laughing and talking, they trotted home, picking up belated ones who had
strung behind the fastest horses.
"Where is Miss Searles, Major?" spoke one.
"That's so! don't know; had a slow horse; by Gad, we must look this up."
And the now anxious father galloped his mount. The others followed
sympathetically. Rounding the bluffs, they saw Ermine's pony quietly
feeding.
"Where is Ermine?" came a hail of questions, and presently they almost
ran over the girl's horse, now lying on its side, breathing heavily, and
no longer trying to disengage his leg from the gopher-hole.
"The horse is in a gopher-hole," said some one; "and see here--look at
the dirt; he has thrown Miss Searles; here is where she struck."
"Yes, but where is she? where is she?" ejaculated the Major, in a
nervous tremor of excitement. "Where is my girl?"
Wolf-Voice had dismounted and found Ermine's trail, which he followed
toward the river.
"Come!" he called. "Am show you dose girl!"
While an orderly stayed behind to shoot the horse and get the empty
saddle, the group followed hard on the half-breed.
"Done you ride on de trail, you was keep behine. Dey girl was broke his
neck, an' Ermine am pack him."
Stepping briskly forward, the plainsman made quick work of empty
moccasin tracks and burst through the brush. A pistol-shot rang in the
rear; an orderly had shot the horse. A cry of "Help, help!" responded
from the river beyond the cottonwoods, and the horses ploughed their way
to the sands. The people all dismounted around the limp figure and
kneeling scout. Her pale face, the hat with the water in it, and the
horse in the gopher-hole made everything clear.
"Here, Swan, ride to the post for an ambulance," spoke the Major, as he
too knelt and took his daughter in his arms. "Ride the horse to death
and tell the ambulance to come running." Some of the women brought their
ministering hands to bear and with more effect.
"What happened, Katherine?" whispered her father amid the eager silence
of the gathered people.
"What did I do?" she pleaded weakly.
"How was it, Ermine?"
"Her horse put his foot in a hole; he is out there now. I saw her go
down. Then I tried to save her. Will she live?"
Ermine's eager interest had not departed because of the advent of so
many people. He still continued to kneel and to gaze in rapture at the
creature of his hopes and fears. No one saw anything in it but the
natural interest of one who had been left with so much responsibility.
"If you men will retire, we will endeavor to find her injuries," spoke
one of the older ladies; so the men withdrew.
Every one asked eager questions of the scout, who walked hat in hand,
and had never before shown perturbation under the trying situations in
which he and the soldiers had been placed.
"I knew that wolf would get away in the timber, and I wasn't going to
ride my pony for the fun of seeing it, so I was behind. Miss Searles's
horse was slow, and I noticed she was being left; then she went down and
I didn't know what to do,"--which latter statement was true.
He had done as well under the circumstances as any man could, they all
admitted. A magpie on an adjoining limb jeered at the soldiers, though
he made no mention of anything further than the scout had admitted.
In due course the ambulance came bounding behind the straining mules.
Mrs. Searles was on the seat with the driver, hatless, and white with
fear. The young woman was placed in and taken slowly to quarters. Being
the only witness, Ermine repeated his story until he grew tired of
speech and wanted only silence which would enable him to think. The
greatest event of his life had happened to him that morning; it had come
in a curious way; it had lasted but a few moments, but it had added new
fuel to his burning mind, which bade fair to consume it altogether.
Miss Searles's injuries consisted of a few bruises and a general shock
from which she would soon recover, said the doctor, and the cantonment
slowly regathered its composure, all except Shockley, who sat, head
down, in most disordered thought, slowly punctuating events as they came
to him, by beating on the floor with his scabbard.
"And she gave him her glove and she never gave me any glove--and she
never gave Butler her glove that I know of; and he gave her a wolf and
he was with her when this thing happened. Say, Shockley, me boy, you are
too slow, you are rusty; if you saw an ancient widow woman chopping
wood, you would think she was in love with the wood-pile." And thus did
that worthy arrive at wrong conclusions. He would not give himself the
credit of being only a man, whom God in the wisdom of His creation did
not intend to understand women and thus deaden a world.
The camp was in ignorance of the points of contact between Katherine
Searles and the scout; it felt none of the concern which distressed
Shockley.
Miss Searles had known Butler back in the States; they were much
together here on the Yellowstone, and it was pretty generally admitted
that in so far as she was concerned Lieutenant Butler had the biggest
pair of antlers in the garrison. That young officer was a fine
soldier--one of the best products of West Point, and was well connected
back East, which was no small thing in an affair of this nature. Also
his fellows easily calculated that he must have more than his pay.
Shockley, however, continued to study the strategy of the scout Ermine,
and he saw much to fear.