ON THE WINGS OF THE WIND
However, aside from Dot's disturbance of mind over the trip into the
deep woods where, on occasion, babies had to be flung to wolves, there
was something that disturbed Ruth on this morning which almost made
her doubt the advisability of starting for Red Deer Lodge.
Ruth had been up as early as Linda, the Finnish maid. There was still
much to do, and the sleigh would be at the door at eight-thirty. When
Linda came down, however, she stopped at Ruth's door and said she had
heard Uncle Rufus groaning most of the night. The old colored man was
undoubtedly suffering from one of his recurrent rheumatic attacks.
Ruth hurried up to the third story of the house and to Uncle Rufus'
room.
"Yes'm, Missie Ruth," groaned the old man. "Ah's jes' knocked right
down ag'in. Ah don' believe Ah's goin' to be able to git up a-tall to
see yo' off dis mawnin'."
"Poor Uncle Rufus!" said the oldest Corner House girl,
commiseratingly. "I believe I'd better telephone to Dr. Forsyth and
let him come--"
"No'm. Ah don' want dat Dr. Forsyth to come a-near me, Missie Ruth,"
interrupted Uncle Rufus.
"Why, of course you do," said the girl. "He gave you something before
that helped you. Don't you remember?"
"Ah don' say he don' know he's business, Missie Ruth," said the old
man, shaking his head. "Mebbe his med'cine's jest as good as de nex'
doctor's med'cine. But Ah don' want Dr. Forsyth no mo'."
"Why not?"
"Dr. Forsyth done insulted me," said the old man, with rising
indignation. "He done talk about me."
"Why, Uncle Rufus!"
"Sho' has!" repeated the black man. "An' Ah nebber did him a mite o'
harm. He done say things about me dat I can't nebber overlook--no,
ma'am!"
"Why, Uncle Rufus!" murmured the worried Ruth, "I think you must be
mistaken. I can't imagine Dr. Forsyth being unkind, or saying unkind
things about one."
"He sho' did," declared the obstinate old man. "And he done put it in
writin'. You jes' reach me ma best coat, Missie Ruth. It's all set
down dar on ma burial papers."
Of course, Uncle Rufus, like most frugal colored people, belonged to a
"burial association"--an insurance scheme by which one must die to
win.
"What could Dr. Forsyth have said about you that you think is unkind,
Uncle Rufus?" repeated Ruth, as she came into the room to get the
coat.
"Ah tell yo' what he done said!" exclaimed the old man, indignantly.
"Dr. Forsyth say Ah was a drunkard an' a joy-rider! Dat's what he say!
An' de goodness know, Missie Ruth, I ain't tetch a drap of gin fo'
many a long year, and I ain't nebber step foot in even your
automobile. No'm! He done insulted me befo' de members of ma burial
lodge, an' I don' want nothin' mo' to do wid dat white man--no'm!"
He spread out the insurance policy with a flourish and pointed to the
examining doctor's notation regarding Uncle Rufus' former illness:
"Autotoxication."
"Ah's a respectable man," urged Uncle Rufus, evidently hurt to the
quick by what he thought was Dr. Forsyth's uncalled-for criticism. "Ah
don't get drunk in no auto--no'm! An' I don't go scootin' roun' de
country in one o' dem 'bominations. Dere is niggers w'at owns one o'
dem flivvers an' drinks gin wid it. But not Unc' Rufus--no'm!"
"I never would accuse you of such reprehensible habits," Ruth assured
him, having considerable difficulty in suppressing after all a desire
to laugh. "Nor does Dr. Forsyth mean anything like that."
She explained carefully to the old negro that "autotoxication" meant
"self-poisoning"--the poisoning of the body by unexpelled organic
matter. This poison, in the form of an acid in the blood, was the
cause of Uncle Rufus' pains and aches.
"Fo' de lan's sake!" murmured Uncle Rufus. "Is dat sho' 'nough so,
Missie Ruth?"
"You know I would not mislead you, Uncle Rufus."
"Dat's right. You would not," agreed the old man. "An' is dat what dat
fool white doctor mean? Ah jes' got rheumatics, like Ah always has?"
"Yes, Uncle Rufus."
"Tell me, Missie Ruth," he asked, "what do dem doctors want to use
sech wo'ds fo', when dere is common wo'ds to use dat a pusson kin
understan'?"
"Just for that reason, I fancy," laughed Ruth. "So the patient cannot
understand. The doctors think it isn't well for the patient to know
too much about what ails him, so they call ordinary illnesses by hard
names."
"Ain't it a fac'? Ain't it a fac'?" repeated Uncle Rufus, shaking his
head. "Ah reckon if we knowed too much, we wouldn't want doctors
a-tall, eh? Well, now, Missie Ruth, you let dat Lindy gal git ma'
medicine bottle filled down to de drug store, and Ah'll dose up like
Ah done befo'. If dat white doctor's medicine was good fo' one time,
it ought to be good fo' another time."
Uncle Rufus remained in bed, however, and the little girls and Sammy,
as well as Neale and Agnes, trooped up to say good-bye to him before
they started for the railway station.
The north-bound express train halted at Milton at three minutes past
nine, and the Corner House party were in good season for it. Mr.
Howbridge joined them on the station platform. Hedden, the lawyer's
man, having gone ahead to make the path smooth for his employer and
his friends, Mr. Howbridge and Neale attended to getting the tickets
and to the light baggage; and they made the three older girls, Mrs.
MacCall, and the children comfortable in the chair car. Tom Jonah, of
course, rode in the baggage car.
It was two hundred miles and more to Culberton, at the foot of Long
Lake. The train made very good time, but it was past one o'clock when
they alighted at the lake city. There was a narrow gauge road here
that followed the line of the lake in a northerly direction; but it
was little more than a logging road and the trains were so slow, and
the schedule so poor, that Mr. Howbridge had planned for other and
more novel means of transportation up the lake to the small town from
which they would have to strike back into the wilderness by
"tote-road" to Red Deer Lodge. But this new means of transportation,
he told the young people, depended entirely upon the wind.
"Goodness!" gasped Agnes, "are we going up the lake by kite?"
"In a balloon, maybe?" Cecile laughed.
"Oh!" murmured Tess, who was much interested in air traffic, "I hope
it's a big aeroplane."
"Nothing like that," Neale assured her. "But if we have a good wind
you'll think we're flying, Tess."
Mr. Howbridge had taken the ex-circus boy into his confidence; but the
rest of the party were so busy greeting Luke Shepard, who was waiting
for them at this point, that they did not consider much how they were
to get up the lake. There was no train leaving Culberton over the Lake
Branch until evening. Neale disappeared immediately after greeting
Luke, and took Tom Jonah with him.
In a few minutes Neale returned to the waiting room of the Culberton
railroad station, and said to Mr. Howbridge:
"They are about ready. Man says the wind is good, and likely to be
fresher, if anything. Favorable time. He's making 'em ready."
"What's going on?" asked Luke, who was a handsome young collegian
particularly interested in Ruth Kenway, and not too serious to be
enthusiastic over the secret the lawyer and Neale had between them.
"Come on and we'll show you," Neale said, grinning.
"No, no!" exclaimed Mr. Howbridge. "Let us have lunch first. We have a
long, cold ride before us."
"In what?" Agnes asked. "We don't take to the sleigh yet, do we?"
"Aren't the cars on the branch line heated?" Ruth asked. "You know, we
must not let the children get cold--and Mrs. MacCall."
"Don't mind about me, lassie," returned the Scotchwoman. "I'll trust
myself to Mr. Howbridge."
"We'll go to the hotel first of all," said the lawyer. "Hedden will
have arranged for our comfort there--and other things, as well. Do not
be afraid for the children, Martha."
But "Martha" could not help being a bit worried, even if Mrs. MacCall
was along. And Neale's grin was too impish to be comforting.
"I know you men folks are cooking up something," she sighed. "And I am
not at all sure, Mr. Howbridge, that you consider the needs of small
children like Tess and Dot and Sammy."
"Huh!" grunted Sammy, who overheard this.
"I suppose if I had taken my twins home three months ago when Frank
Birdsall died, you think I would have learned something about the
needs and care of young persons by this time?" suggested the lawyer.
"Oh, I am sure you would have learned a great deal," agreed Ruth,
unable to suppress a smile.
"I wish I had!" groaned Mr. Howbridge.
The mystery of the disappearance of Ralph and Rowena Birdsall weighed
on Mr. Howbridge's mind continually. He did not often let the trouble
come to the surface, however, being desirous of giving the young
people with him a good time.
The surprise in store for them added zest to the enjoyment of the nice
luncheon at the Culberton hotel. At half past two they all trooped out
of the hotel, bags in hand, and instead of returning to the railway
station, set off down the hill toward the docks.
"Are we going by steamer?" Agnes wanted to know. "Is there a channel
open through the ice? I never _did_!"
"If there were two feet of ice on the Arlington Pond so that they
could not drag it for the poor Birdsall twins," Ruth said, "surely
this lake must be frozen quite as thick."
"But there's a sailboat! I see one!" cried Tess, pointing between the
buildings as they approached the waterfront.
"And there's another," said Sammy. "Oh, Je-ru-sa-_lem_! Looky, Aggie!
That boat's sailing on the ice!"
"Oh-ee!" squealed Agnes, clasping her hands and letting her bag fall
to the ground. "Ice-boats! Neale! Are they really ice-boats?"
"And are we going to sail on them?" murmured Ruth.
"For mercy's sake!" gasped the housekeeper. "Here's a fine thing! Have
you gone daft, Mr. Howbridge?"
"It will be a new experience for you and me, Mrs. MacCall," said the
lawyer calmly. "But they tell me it is very invigorating."
"It's the nearest thing to flying, as far as the sensation goes, that
there is, I guess," Luke Shepard put in.
"I used to have a scooter when we were in winter quarters," said Neale
O'Neil to Agnes. "Don't be afraid, Aggie."
"Oh, I won't be afraid if you are along, Neale," promptly declared the
little beauty. "I know you will take care of me."
"You bet!" responded Neale, his eyes shining.
As they came down to the big wharf the party got a better view of the
lake front. There were at least a dozen ice-boats, large and small, in
motion. Those farthest out from the shore had caught the full sweep of
the wind and were darting about, as Mrs. MacCall said, like water-bugs
on the surface of a pond.
Ruth looked around keenly as they came out on the wharf.
"Why!" she said to Mr. Howbridge, "this is the lumber company's wharf.
The company you said had bought the timber on the Birdsall Estate."
"It is the Neven Lumber Company, as you can see by the sign over the
offices yonder," agreed their guardian. "And here comes Neven
himself."
A red-faced man with a red vest on which were small yellow dots and
some grease spots, and who chewed a big and black cigar and wore his
hard hat on one side of his head, approached the group as Mr.
Howbridge spoke. He hailed the latter jovially.
"Hey, Howbridge! Glad to see you. So these are your folks, are they?
Hope you'll have a merry Christmas up there in the woods. Nice place,
Birdsall's Lodge."
"Thank you," said the lawyer quietly.
"Which of 'em's Birdsall's young ones?" continued the lumber dealer,
staring about with very bold eyes, and especially at Ruth Kenway and
Cecile Shepard.
"I am sorry to say, Mr. Neven," said the lawyer, "that the Birdsall
twins are not with us. The children have run away from their home--a
home with people who have known them since they were born. It is a
very strange affair, and is causing me much worry."
"You don't say!" exclaimed Neven. "Too bad! Too bad! But they'll turn
up. Young 'uns always do. I ran away myself when I was a kid; and look
at me now," and the lumberman puffed out his chest proudly, as though
satisfied that Lem Neven was a good deal of a man.
"I reckon," pursued the lumberman, "that you think it's your duty to
go up to the Birdsall place and look over the piece I've got stumpage
on. But you don't re'lly need to. My men are scientific, I tell you. I
don't hire no old has-beens like Ike M'Graw. Those old timber cruisers
are a hundred years behind the times."
"They have one very good attribute. At least, Ike has," Mr. Howbridge
said quietly.
"What's that?" asked Neven.
"He is perfectly honest," was the dry response. "I shall base my
demands for the Birdsall estate on Ike's report. I assure you of that
now, Mr. Neven, so that you need build no false hopes upon the reports
of your own cruisers. As the contract stands we can close it out and
deal with another company if it seems best to do so. And some
company--either yours or another----will go in there right after New
Year's and begin to cut."
He turned promptly away from the red-faced man and followed his party
along the wharf to its end. Here lay two large ice-boats. There was a
boxlike cockpit on each that would hold four passengers comfortably,
besides the tiller men and the boy who "trimmed ship." A crew of two
went with each boat.
"How will the other two of our party travel?" asked Ruth, when these
arrangements were explained.
Already Neale O'Neil had beckoned Agnes to one side. There lay behind
the two big boats a skeleton-like arrangement, with a seat at the
stern no wider than a bobsled, and another on the "outrigger," or
crossbeam. This scooter carried a huge boom for a leg-o'-mutton sail,
and it was a type of the very fastest ice-boats on the lake.
Neale helped the eager Agnes down a rude ladder to the ice. She was
just reckless enough to desire to try the new means of locomotion. Her
exclamations of delight drew Ruth to the edge of the wharf over their
heads.
"What are you two doing down there?" asked the older girl.
"Oh, now, Ruthie!" murmured Agnes, "do let me go with Neale in this
pretty boat. There isn't room for us in the bigger boats. Do!"
Ruth knew very little about racing ice-boats. The scooter looked no
more dangerous to her than did the lumbering craft that Hedden had
engaged for the rest of the party.
These bigger boats, furnished with square sails rather than the
leg-o'-muttons they now flaunted, were commonly used to transfer
merchandise, or even logs up and down the lake. They were lumbering
and slow.
"Well, if Mr. Howbridge says you can," the oldest Corner House girl
agreed, still somewhat doubtful.
Neale had already begged permission of Mr. Howbridge. The lawyer was
quite as ignorant regarding ice-boating as Ruth herself. Neither of
them considered that any real harm could come to Neale and Agnes in
the smaller craft.
The crews of the larger ice-boats were experienced boatmen. They got
their lumbering craft under way just as soon as the passengers were
settled with their light baggage in the cockpits. There were bear
robes and blankets in profusion. Although the wind was keen, the party
did not expect that Jack Frost would trouble them.
"Isn't this great?" cried Cecile, who was in one of the boats with
Ruth, her brother, and Sammy Pinkney. "My! we always manage to have
such very nice times when we are with you Corner House girls, Ruthie."
"This is all new to me," admitted her friend. "I hope nothing will
happen to wreck us."
"Wreck us! Fancy!" laughed Cecile.
"This wind is very strong, just the same," said Ruth.
"Hold hard!" cried Luke, laughing. "Low bridge!"
The boom swung over, and they all stooped quickly to avoid it. The
next moment the big sail filled, bulging with the force of the wind.
The heavy runners began to whine over the powdered ice, and they went
swiftly onward toward the middle of the lake.
"On the wings of the wind! How delightful!" cried Cecile. Then she
said again: "Isn't this great?"