That winter Erskine made his clearing on the land that Dave Yandell had
picked out for him, and in the centre of it threw up a rude log hut in
which to house his mother, for his remembrance of her made him believe
that she would prefer to live alone. He told his plans to none.
In the early spring, when he brought his mother home, she said that
Black Wolf had escaped and gone farther into the wilderness--that Early
Morn had gone with him. His mother seemed ill and unhappy. Erskine, not
knowing that Barbara was on her way to find him, started on a
hunting-trip. In a few days Barbara arrived and found his mother unable
to leave her bed, and Lydia Noe sitting beside her. Harry had just been
there to say good-by before going to Virginia.
[Illustration: To his bewilderment he found Barbara at his mother's
bedside]
Barbara was dismayed by Erskine's absence and his mother's look of
suffering and extreme weakness, and the touch of her cold fingers. There
was no way of reaching her son, she said--he did not know of her illness.
Barbara told her of Erskine's giving her his inheritance, and that she
had come to return it. Meanwhile Erskine, haunted by his mother's sad
face, had turned homeward. To his bewilderment, he found Barbara at his
mother's bedside. A glance at their faces told him that death was near.
His mother held out her hand to him while still holding Barbara's. As in
a dream, he bent over to kiss her, and with a last effort she joined
their hands, clasping both. A great peace transformed her face as she
slowly looked at Barbara and then up at Erskine. With a sigh her head
sank lower, and her lovely dimming eyes passed into the final dark.
Two days later they were married. The woodsmen, old friends of
Erskine's, were awed by Barbara's daintiness, and there were none of the
rude jests they usually flung back and forth. With hearty handshakes
they said good-by and disappeared into the mighty forest. In the silence
that fell, Erskine spoke of the life before them, of its hardships and
dangers, and then of the safety and comfort of Virginia. Barbara smiled:
"You choose the wilderness, and your choice is mine. We will leave the
same choice...." She flushed suddenly and bent her head.
"To those who come after us," finished Erskine.
The End.