BACK TO THE WOODLANDS
About four in the afternoon of the next day I was lying half-asleep in
my cage in the bowling-alley when a sound in the distance made me spring
up, quivering all over with excitement. Next moment the door burst open,
and in rushed Jack. He never even waited to take off his hat or gloves,
but ran up the long room, and flung open my cage door. With one bound I
was on his shoulder, nosing him and biting his ears and hair in a perfect
transport of delight, and I think he was just as glad as I was.
Presently his sister’s voice called him from behind. He turned and kissed
her, and with me still on his shoulder, followed her to the Hall, where
the Squire and Mrs. Fortescue were at tea.
After this Jack and I became more inseparable than ever. He had
holidays—these days—and I simply lived in his pocket. The next afternoon
there was great excitement. I heard every one congratulating Jack,
though of course I did not in the least comprehend why his mother and
sister hugged and kissed him, and the Squire solemnly shook hands with
him. It was just as well for me that I did not realize what had happened,
or those lovely September days would have been the most miserable
instead of the happiest in the whole of my life; for Jack had passed an
examination with the result that in a few weeks he would have to go and
live and work in London—a dreadful place, I understand—where it is all
houses and no trees, where the sun never shines, and where the only wild
creatures that exist are those cheeky, chattering thieves, the sparrows.
Harry, too, was always with his brother at this time, and they talked
more than I had ever known them to do before.
The two were very serious one day, lying on their backs beneath the
trees on the lawn while I ran all over them both impartially. And from
the way in which they turned to me and caught me up every now and then,
as well as because I heard my own name frequently spoken, I came to the
conclusion the conversation had something to do with my fate. And there
was no doubt it had, for it was after this time they all left the Hall,
and when I visited it again there were strangers—but I mustn’t go on
too fast. I fancy Jack urged Harry to keep me while he himself was away,
and Harry shook his head; perhaps he was afraid I might mope away, as I
did before in Jack’s absence, and end by dying. Anyway, a gloomy silence
settled again between the brothers. At last Jack started up and waved
his hand energetically in the direction of the wood; then, springing to
his feet, he called to me to come to him. I had leaped away in affright
at his sudden movements, to which I never could get accustomed, but I
returned again at once. Jack had quite sense enough to know squirrels
mate for life, and the young ones usually stay with their parents all
the winter; and he knew, what I did not, that mother and Hazel and Rusty
would still be in the coppice to greet me, and teach me all the wild-wood
lore, even though my father was dead.
The brothers argued for some time over my prospective fate, but I did
not really understand until later, when their actions showed me what
they meant. I had leaped from Jack’s shoulder during this weighty
conversation, and was enjoying myself hugely, tearing round and round the
two boys, and making an occasional dive into Jack’s pocket after the nuts
and grains of wheat and maize which were always to be found there. But,
after all, I was not taken away to the woodlands at once.
Three or four days later Jack again got up very early, and as he dressed
I could hear out on the drive a great grinding of heavy wheels. As Jack
hurried down he took me on his shoulder instead of putting me in my cage.
His brother joined him on the stairs, and they walked down side by side,
as solemnly as two old crows.
The hall was full of crates and matting, and men in green baize aprons
were turning everything upside down. Outside, in the ring, were great
vans almost as big as cottages. The boys hardly wasted a glance on these
things, but hurried past, and next moment were striding away across the
dewy grass of the lawn.
I was amazed at being taken out so early, but all the same very much
delighted, and sat on my master’s shoulder chattering with joy. Neither
brother spoke, but walked steadily on under the long morning shadows of
the tall elms until they reached the ha-ha which cut the garden off from
the park. Jumping down the sunk fence, they turned to the right, passed
under the shadow of the wall of the kitchen-garden, and along beside the
laurel plantation beyond. A wicket-gate led through the park fence and
into a large field, in which red cattle were grazing.
Strange memories began to stir in my breast as a line of tall, thick
timber came in sight on the far side of the meadow; and when my master
jumped the little brook and walked up over some broken, sandy ground
where the white scuts of rabbits bobbed among the bracken, towards the
tall magpie hedge beyond, my heart was beating so violently that I could
only sit quite still upon his shoulder and stare about me in a sort of
mazed bewilderment.
On through the gate, and at once we were plunged into deep, damp
coolness. All the half-forgotten odours of moss and bracken and rotting
wood, and a hundred other woodland scents, rose to my distended nostrils
and almost overpowered me. Just then I could not have moved for the life
of me.
Harry was the first to break the silence.
‘That’s where I saw the little beggars the other day, Jack,’ he said
softly, and pointed to a tall beech-tree whose leaves, just beginning
to yellow with the first chill of autumn, hung motionless in the still
morning air.
Then they both seated themselves on a mossy log and waited, still as
two dormice. The wild things of the woods, frightened into silence at
these early morning intruders, gradually regained confidence. A rabbit
popped out of his hole and began feeding on the close turf, on which the
autumn dew-spangles gleamed in a patch of sunshine which struck through
the leafy canopy overhead. A shrew-mouse, intent on some business of his
own, bustled noiselessly across the path; a woodpecker started his tap,
tap, tap, as he industriously probed a rotten branch for his breakfast of
fat grubs; two jays began calling harshly, and presently the flicker of
their brilliant blue plumage glanced through the greenery. As for me, I
had crept off Jack’s shoulder, and, sitting up straight on one end of the
log, was struggling desperately to take it all in.
The boys never moved nor spoke, but presently Harry touched his brother
gently, and pointed very cautiously towards the beech-tree. I, too,
was gazing with all my eyes up into the tree, my heart throbbing more
violently than ever, for down the smooth grey bark a patch of red-brown
fur was softly stealing with slow, deliberate steps, clutching tightly at
unseen footholds with outstretched claws. The boys saw him, and so did I,
but we none of us moved. As for me, my feelings were beyond words.
Nearer he came, and now I saw that he was almost my own double. His head
was stretched out at right angles to his body, and his eyes, bright
as two jewels, were fixed upon me with intensest curiosity. Presently
he reached the lowest bough, and there stood motionless as I was, and
staring at me with a strange intensity. The calls of kindred were
clamouring in my veins, and all of a sudden the spell was broken. Without
one backward look at my dear master, I jumped from the log, raced across
the ground between it and the tree, and with one rattle of claws was up
on the huge, lowest branch.
But behold! the apparition which had attracted me had disappeared, and I
stared round in fresh wonder. Suddenly came a little sharp cry, and down
from the leaves above me dropped—my mother herself! She gave a sharp bark
of astonishment.
Then I remembered! A mad transport of joy thrilled me through and
through, and with one wild dash I tore away up the tree, corkscrewing
madly round and round the huge trunk in the way we squirrels have when
joy is beyond expression.
Mother was with me, and next instant a third squirrel joined in our mad
frolic. It was my brother Rusty, the squirrel whom I had seen first of
all, and had failed to recognize after our long separation. Before I
reached the top, yet a fourth frantic dot of red fur was flashing round
and round, barking madly, and I knew her for my sister Hazel. I think
we were all quite mad with joy for the time being, and we never ceased
our crazy scamperings until, quite out of breath, we landed all together
in a fork among the branches high up in the leafy summit of the tall
beech-tree. There we sat and began a talk that lasted I don’t know how
long. It was the most curious thing. I had been away from them all so
long, and become so accustomed to human talk, that I could hardly make my
family understand my adventures, and they, on their part, were surprised
beyond measure that any of the humans, whom they had so long looked upon
as their hereditary enemies, could possibly have been so kind to me.
But at last they had all my story, and then, and not till then, did the
recollection of Jack come back to me.
When I announced my intention of going down again to find my master,
mother evidently thought I was quite out of my senses.
‘But you have escaped. Surely you do not want to go back to live in your
prison!’ she urged.
[Illustration: THE BOYS NEVER MOVED OR SPOKE.]
I explained all over again what a good friend he had been to me, how he
had saved my life, how he had fed me with all sorts of dainties; indeed,
I strongly recommended her and my brother and sister to come with me.
There was plenty of room, I said, and I waxed enthusiastic over the
unlimited supplies of nuts, and fruit, and grain without any trouble in
looking for them.
It was not the slightest good. Mother declared that the notion of living
inside burrows—for that was her idea of a house and its rooms—was
altogether detestable, and only fit for rabbits and humans, and would
most certainly kill her in a very short time. All I could do, after much
urging, was to persuade my family to come down to the lower branch and
watch me go and talk to Jack.
Rusty was quite ready—he always had a bold, determined streak about him;
but mother and Hazel hung back. When we got down, there was my dear
master sitting where I had left him, all alone. Harry had left. His face
lighted up when he saw me hopping along the branch above him, and he gave
the little whistle I knew so well, and stood up. Running to the pendent
tip of the branch, I made a flying leap, and landed clean on the top of
his cap.
‘Why, Nipper, Nipper,’ he said, taking me on his hand and stroking me
fondly, ‘I almost thought you had forgotten me!’
I nibbled his finger lovingly by way of apology, and signified that I was
quite ready for a nut. It was promptly forthcoming, and then as I ate it
he put me down on the log, and walking softly towards the tree, turned
out two pockets stuffed with the finest hazel-nuts, and piled them by
handfuls into a hollow as high as he could reach.
Then he sat down again beside me, took me up and talked to me, and petted
me for a long time. At last, very slowly and reluctantly, he put me back
on the branch from which I had leaped down.
‘Good-bye, old chap,’ he said in a queer, unsteady voice, and suddenly
turned and walked quickly away.
To say that I was astonished would be putting it mildly. I was absolutely
thunderstruck, but after a minute made up my mind it was some new kind of
game, and prepared to follow.
‘Scud! Scud!’ I heard mother call, but I paid no attention. Running along
the branch as far as it would bear, I made a flying leap into the next
tree. It had been my dear father’s boast that he could travel from one
end of our coppice to the other without once touching ground, and indeed
I found no difficulty in doing the same. I was so excited that I thought
nothing of jumps of six times my own length, for Jack was walking very
fast, and I was in a dreadful fright that I might be left behind.
At the gate he turned and saw me. He stood a moment irresolute, then
quickly vaulted the gate and started off across the field. At this I grew
quite desperate, and dropping into the hedge scuttled along it, reached
the gate-post, and sitting straight up gave one sharp bark. At that my
master turned again and hurried back.
‘Oh, Nipper, why can’t you go home?’ he muttered, and picking me up,
walked very fast back to the big beech-tree.
‘Good-bye, once more, old fellow,’ he said stooping over me, and suddenly
I was startled by a drop like rain falling on my head.
Looking up in amazement, I saw my dear master’s face twisted as though in
pain; but before I could make up my mind what was the matter, he suddenly
pitched me gently back into the hollow where he had put me before, and
brushing his sleeve across his face, fairly ran away down the path.
Before I well realized what had happened, he was lost to sight among the
trees.
As soon as I recovered a little from my astonishment, I started a second
time for the gate; but before I reached it Jack was half-way across the
field, and travelling so fast that I knew I could never catch him; and
besides, I had always been terribly afraid of the ground ever since my
escape from the terrier.
I don’t think that ever in my life have I felt so utterly miserable as
when I realized that my master had abandoned me. You see, I could not
understand it at all, and my one sensation was an utter and overwhelming
loneliness. Gradually, too, I became frightened. I had never been
alone out of doors before, and this was all so different to the Hall
garden. The field seemed a vast green desert, and behind me the wood an
illimitable rustling mystery full of unseen perils. How long I sat there
straining my eyes after the vanished form of my master I do not know,
but what roused me at last was a sudden rustle behind, which made me
start violently. However, it was only Rusty, who had followed me, and
was seated on a swinging hazel-bough in the hedge, staring at me in a
perplexed fashion.
‘What’s the matter, Scud?’ he asked at last.
I told him I felt very forlorn now that my master had left me. My brother
could not believe that I wanted to follow him; such a thing was quite
beyond his comprehension.
When I assured him it was true, Rusty looked as solemn as if he was now
certain that I had quite taken leave of my senses.
‘What! You want to go back and live in those burrows when you’ve got all
the wood to roam in!’ he exclaimed. ‘I’ll be shot if I can understand
you! Do you mean that you’d rather spend your time all alone in a place
you can’t get out of than go foraging round with us all day as free
as—as’—Rusty’s imagination failed him, and he paused—‘well—as free as a
squirrel, for there’s no other creature in the woods that is as free as
we are.’
I reminded him that I was used to being protected, and had never
experienced anything but the utmost gentleness from Jack and his family.
‘Yes, I know. I’m sure he is quite different from those red-faced brutes
who broke our nest down and killed poor father,’ replied Rusty. ‘And he
has left us nuts enough for a month. But all his kind are so big and so
dull. They can’t climb trees like us, or jump;’ and my brother made a
splendid spring down to my side just to show what he could do. ‘It’s no
kind of life for a squirrel. My brush, but I should have taken the first
chance to run off and come back home!’
Then he gave a sudden low cry of warning, and instinctively I followed
him as he bounded back into the thick of the hedge just as a hen
sparrow-hawk stooped like a falling stone out of the blue above, reaching
the grass by a tuft of gorse a little way out in the field. There was a
sharp cry, cut short almost before it was uttered, and then the feathered
robber rose again, bearing in her crooked talons the struggling form of
a linnet. A few small feathers floated away through the still, warm air,
and all was over. The hawk sailed away towards a distant tree with her
meal tight clutched between her claws.
It was long since I had seen one of these everyday woodland tragedies,
and it made me realize with a shock that now I had myself only to depend
upon, with no strong human hand to aid me. Frightened and unhappy, I
followed Rusty quietly back into the heart of the coppice, and that night
saw me one of a furry ball of four, curled in a hole in the heart of the
great beech.