OFF TO THE WOODS
Raoul rose sullenly to his feet, and faced his aunt, who fixed upon him
a look of stern displeasure mingled with sorrow.
"Oh, my nephew," she said in a tone of profound reproach, "are you not
ashamed of yourself to be engaged in such an unseemly brawl? What an
example to set those whom we are striving to teach better things! Come
away, that I may have some talk with you in private."
Raoul, his anger now having in large part given place to shame, obeyed
her bidding without a word, and they passed through the crowd into the
forest. Here Raoul found his tongue, and explained how the thing had
occurred. Madame heard him with attention and sympathy.
"You certainly had good reason to be provoked, my boy," she said as she
tenderly patted his cheek. "But you must not forget that these poor
people are heathens, and we are Christians, and that if we would win
them over to be Christians also, we must do very differently from what
they would do themselves. Now you must confess that you did not act in
a Christian way, and I am very sorry. Let us pray to God to give us
such self-control that we shall not fall into errors of this kind."
So they kneeled together upon the turf, and Raoul's heart was melted by
the fervent prayer that came from his aunt's lips for the help of God
in right living, and in the conversion of the Indians. Then, without
delay, he sought out Outan, and, to the great surprise of the lad,
expressed his regret for his hasty blow and begged his forgiveness.
To Outan the situation was so utterly novel that he was bewildered what
to do, but obeying the impulse of his heart, he smiled broadly and gave
Raoul a hearty hug, which showed in the clearest way that all
ill-feeling had vanished from him.
The bear hunt having been successfully carried out, Madame and Raoul
returned to Fort St. Louis, where they found Monsieur La Tour, who had
got back from one of his trading expeditions, awaiting them in high
spirits, because his business operations had been very successful.
Charles La Tour thought more of wealth and power than anything else in
the world. Not even his beautiful, devoted wife was dearer to him.
Yet he loved her after his own fashion, was very proud of her, and had
not the slightest objection to her missionary zeal, so long as it did
not cross any of his plans or ambitions. In regard to Raoul, of whom
he was quite fond, he did think it rather a pity that he should be
filled with his aunt's religious notions, because it might spoil him
for the rough business of life; yet he made no protest against it,
although he did now and then let drop a cynical speech that touched the
boy's sensitive nature.
He had not been long at home before his restless spirit moved him to
start off again, and this time he proposed that Raoul should accompany
him.
"If your aunt can do without you for a few weeks, you'd better come
with me," he said in his off-hand way, which took consent for granted.
"You'll get some useful lessons in buying furs and trading goods, and
in how to make good bargains with the Indians, if you keep your eyes
and ears open."
Raoul, for his part, was quite eager to go. He loved adventure and
excitement, and was very weary of the routine of life at the fort. So
his response was no less hearty than prompt.
"Why, of course I want to go, uncle," he exclaimed, his face beaming
with pleasure, and then checking himself as he thought of his aunt, he
added in a more subdued tone, "If Aunt Constance is willing for me to
go."
In her heart Madame would have very much preferred to have Raoul remain
with her, but she was too unselfish to confess it, and smiled gaily
enough as she said:
"Oh, I think I can manage to get along without you for a while, Raoul,
although I shall of course miss you both greatly."
Winter was drawing near when the party set forth, and they must needs
be not only well-armed, but well supplied with blankets and furs to
resist the cold.
[Illustration: "THE PARTY SET FORTH."]
There were twelve of them in all, six whites, and as many red men,
stalwart fellows all of them, and thoroughly fitted to endure the
hardships of their undertaking.
Madame was left in charge of the fort, with trusty old Simon Imbert as
her lieutenant.
"My prayers will follow you every foot of the way, Charles," she said
as she gave her husband a parting embrace, "and I shall be a happy
woman when I see you safe back again."
La Tour's purpose was to go clear across the peninsula to the Bay of
Fundy, seeking out the Indian encampments, buying whatever furs they
had, and arranging for further supplies. He accordingly took with him
a stock of goods such as pleased the Indian fancy.
Sufficient snow had already fallen to enable toboggans to be used, and
with their baggage loaded upon these the party made good progress
through the forest.
Raoul was in high spirits. Neither the toilsome tramping all day, nor
the sleeping under the sky instead of in his own warm bed at night, nor
the rude though abundant fare counted anything in comparison with his
pride of filling a man's place, and, as far as was possible, doing a
man's work.
There was one thing that gave him some trouble at first, however, until
he solved the difficulty by being true to his best instincts.
His aunt had taught him to pray night and morning, and in the privacy
of his own snug chamber in the fort he never omitted doing so; but when
out in the forest in the company of men who took no thought for such
things, it was very different.
Although his conscience pricked him sharply he let several days go by
without prayers, just because he had not the courage to kneel down
before the others.
But one night it seemed as if he could not get to sleep, he felt so
conscience-stricken, and at last, unable to bear it any longer, he
rolled out of his blankets, and kneeled against a tree-trunk.
A minute later his uncle, who had been out with some of his men setting
traps, returned, and seeing Raoul, exclaimed in a tone of surprise:
"Hullo, my boy, what's the matter? Have you had a scare while I was
away?"
Raoul, blushing deeply, rose to his feet, and with eyes fixed on the
ground, murmured:
"No, sir, I was just saying my prayers, as I ought to have done every
night, but I felt ashamed to."
It was on the tip of La Tour's tongue to say:
"Oh! leave that to your aunt. She can pray enough for both of us."
But he kept the words back, and with an indulgent smile which implied
plainly that he thought the boy's occupation was of small consequence,
he said in a kindly tone:
"Well, you'd better get back into your blankets again. We're going to
have a stormy night, if I am not greatly mistaken."
That he had not mis-read the weather signs became evident ere midnight,
for a snow-storm set in which grew in violence hour by hour, until by
daylight it was so furious that not even Charles La Tour had the
hardihood to brave it.