Albert's Victory
When Dick opened his eyes again he raised his hand once more to
wave it at the fleeing elk and then he stopped in astonishment.
The hand was singularly weak. He had made a great effort, but
it did not go up very far. Nor did his eyes, which had opened
slowly and heavily, see any elk. They saw instead rows and rows
of furs and then other rows hanging above one another. His eyes
traveled downward and they saw log walls almost covered with furs
and skins, but with rifles, axes, and other weapons and
implements on hooks between. A heavy oaken window shutter was
thrown back and a glorious golden sunlight poured into the room.
The sunlight happened to fall upon Dick's own hand, and that was
the next object at which he looked. His amazement increased.
Could such a thin white hand as that belong to him who had lately
owned such a big red one? He surveyed it critically, in
particular, the bones showing so prominently in the back of it,
and then he was interrupted by a full, cheerful voice which
called out:
"Enough of that stargazing and hand examination! Here, drink
this soup, and while you're doing it, I'll tell you how glad I am
to see you back in your right mind! I tell you you've been
whooping out some tall yarns about an Indian following you for a
year or two through snow a mile or so deep! How you fought him
for a month without stopping! And how you then waded for
another year through snow two or three times as deep as the
first!"
It was his brother Albert, and he lay on his own bed of furs and
skins in their own cabin, commonly called by them Castle Howard,
snugly situated in the lost or enchanted valley. And here was
Albert, healthy, strong, and dictatorial, while he, stretched
weakly upon a bed, held our a hand through which the sun could
almost shine. Truly, there had been great changes!
He raised his head as commanded by Albert--the thin, pallid,
drooping Albert of last summer, the lusty, red-faced Albert of
to-day--and drank the soup, which tasted very good indeed. He
felt stronger and held up the thin, white hand to see if it had
not grown fatter and redder in the last ten seconds. Albert
laughed, and it seemed to Dick such a full, loud laugh, as if it
were drawn up from a deep, iron-walled chest, inclosing lungs
made of leather, with an uncommon expansion. It jarred upon
Dick. It seemed too loud for so small a room.
"I see you enjoyed that soup, Dick, old fellow," continued Albert
in the same thundering tones. "Well, you ought to like it. It
was chicken soup, and it was made by an artist--myself. I shot
a fat and tender prairie hen down the valley, and here she is in
soup. It's only a step from grass to pot and I did it all
myself. Have another."
"Think I will," said Dick.
He drank a second tin plate of the soup, and he could feel life
and strength flowing into every vein.
"How did I get here, Al?" he asked.
"That's a pretty hard question to answer," replied Albert,
smiling and still filling the room with his big voice. "You were
partly brought, partly led, partly pushed, you partly walked,
partly jumped, and partly crawled, and there were even little
stretches of the march when you were carried on somebody's
shoulder, big and heavy as you are. Dick, I don't know any name
for such a mixed gait. Words fail me."
Dick smiled, too.
"Well, no matter how I got here, it's certain that I'm here," he
said, looking around contentedly.
"Absolutely sure, and it's equally as sure that you've been here
five days. I, the nurse, I, the doctor, and I, the spectator,
can vouch for that. There were times when I had to hold you in
your bed, there were times when you were so hot with fever that I
expected to see you burst into a mass of red and yellow flames,
and most all the while you talked with a vividness and
imagination that I've never known before outside of the Arabian
Nights. Dick, where did you get the idea about a Sioux Indian
following you all the way from the Atlantic to the Pacific, with
stops every half hour for you and him to fight?"
"It's true," said Dick, and then he told the eager boy the story of
his escape from the Sioux band, the terrible pursuit, the
storm, and his dreadful wandering.
"It was wonderful luck that I met you, Al, old fellow," he said
devoutly.
"Not luck exactly," said Albert. "You were coming back to the
valley on our old trail, and, as I had grown very anxious about
you, I was out on the same path to see if I could see any sign of
you. It was natural that we should meet, but I think that, after
all, Dick, Providence had the biggest hand in it."
"No doubt," said Dick, and after a moment's pause he added, "Did
it snow much up here?"
"But lightly. The clouds seem to have avoided these mountains.
It was only from your delirium that I gathered the news of the
great storm on the plains. Now, I think you've talked enough for
an invalid. Drop you head back on that buffalo robe and go to
sleep again."
It seemed so amazing to Dick ever to receive orders from Albert
that he obeyed promptly, closed his eyes, and in five minutes was
in sound slumber.
Albert hovered about the room, until he saw that Dick was asleep
and breathing strongly and regularly. Then he put his hand on
Dick's brow, and when he felt the temperature his own eyes were
lighted up by a fine smile. That forehead, hot so long, was cool
now, and it would be only a matter of a few days until Dick was
his old, strong and buoyant self again. Albert never told his
brother how he had gone two days and nights without sleep,
watching every moment by the delirious bedside, how, taking the
chances, he had dosed him with quinine from their medical stores,
and how, later, he had cooked for him the tenderest and most
delicate food. Nor did he speak of those awful hours--so many
of them--when Dick's life might go at any time.
Albert knew now that the great crisis was over, and rejoicing, he
went forth from Castle Howard. It was his intention to kill
another prairie chicken and make more of the soup that Dick liked
so much. As he walked, his manner was expansive, indicating a
deep satisfaction. Dick had saved his life and he had saved
Dick's. But Dick was still an invalid and it was his duty,
meanwhile to carry on the business of the valley. He was sole
workman, watchman, and defender, and his spirit rose to meet the
responsibility. He would certainly look after his brother as
well as anyone could do it.
Albert whistled as he went along, and swung his gun in debonair
fashion. It would not take him, an expert borderer and woodsman,
long to get that prairie chicken, and after that, as he had said
before, it was only a step from grass to pot.
It was perhaps the greatest hour of Albert Howard's life. He,
the helped, was now the helper; he, the defended, was now the
defender. His chest could scarcely contain the mighty surge of
exultation that heart and lungs together accomplished. He was
far from having any rejoicings over Dick's prostration; he
rejoiced instead that he was able, since the prostration had
come, to care for both. He had had the forethought and courage
to go forth and seek for Dick, and the strength to save him when
found.
Albert broke into a rollicking whistle and he still swung his
shotgun somewhat carelessly for a hunter and marksman. He
passed by one of the geysers just as it was sending up its
high column of hot water and its high column of steam. "That's
the way I feel, old fellow," he said. "I could erupt with just
as much force."
He resumed his caution farther on and shot two fine, fat prairie
hens, returning with them to Castle Howard before Dick awoke.
When Dick did awake, the second installment of the soup was ready
for him and he ate it hungrily. He was naturally so strong and
vigorous and had lived such a wholesome life that he recovered,
now that the crisis was past, with astonishing rapidity. But
Albert played the benevolent tyrant for a few days yet, insisting
that Dick should sleep a great number of hours out of every
twenty-four, and making him eat four times a day of the tenderest
and most succulent things. He allowed him to walk but a little
at first, and, though the walks were extended from day to day,
made him keep inside when the weather was bad.
Dick took it all, this alternate spoiling and overlordship, with
amazing mildness. He had some dim perception of the true state
of affairs, and was willing that his brother should enjoy his
triumph to the full. But in a week he was entirely well again,
thin and pale yet, but with a pulsing tide in his veins as strong
as ever. Then he and Albert took counsel with each other. All
trace of snow was gone, even far up on the highest slope, and the
valley was a wonderful symphony in green and gold, gold on the
lake and green on the new grass and the new leaves of the trees.
"It's quite settled," said Albert, "that we're to stay another
year in the valley."
"Oh, yes," said Dick, "we had already resolved on that, and my
excursion on the plains shows that we were wise in doing so. But
you know, Al, we can't do fur hunting in the spring and summer.
Furs are not in good condition now."
"No," said Albert, "but we can get ready for the fall and winter,
and I propose that we undertake right away a birchbark canoe.
The dugout is a little bit heavy and awkward, hard to control in
a high wind, and we'll really need the birch bark."
"Good enough," said Dick. "We'll do it."
With the habits of promptness and precision they had learned from
old Mother Necessity, they went to work at once, planning and
toiling on equal terms, a full half-and-half partnership. Both
were in great spirits.
In this task they fell back partly on talk that they had heard
from some of the men with whom they had started across the
plains, and partly on old reading, and it took quite a lot of
time. They looked first for large specimens of the white birch,
and finally found several on one of the lower slopes. This was
the first and, in fact, the absolutely vital requisite. Without
it they could do nothing, but, having located their bark supply,
they left the trees and began at the lake edge the upper
framework of their canoe, consisting of four strips of cedar, two
for either side of the boat, every one of the four having a
length of about fifteen feet. These strips had a width of about
an inch, with a thickness a third as great.
The strips were tied together in pairs at the ends, and the two
pairs were joined together at the same place after the general
fashion in use for the construction of such canoes.
The frame being ready, they went to their white birch trees for
the bark. They marked off the utmost possible length on the
largest and finest tree, made a straight cut through the bark at
either end, and triumphantly peeled off a splendid piece, large
enough for the entire canoe. Then they laid it on the ground in
a nice smooth place and marked off a distance two feet less than
their framework or gunwales. They drove into the ground at each
end of this space two tall stakes, three inches apart. The bark
was then laid upon the ground inside up and folded evenly
throughout its entire length. After that it was lifted and set
between the stakes with the edges up. The foot of bark
projecting beyond each stake was covered in each case with
another piece of bark folded firmly over it and sewed to the
sides by means of an awl and deer tendon.
This sewing done, they put a large stone under each end of the
bark construction, causing it to sag from the middle in either
direction into the curve suitable for a canoe. The gunwale which
they had constructed previously was now fitted into the bark, and
the bark was stitched tightly to it, both at top and bottom, with
a further use of awl and tendon, the winding stitch being used.
They now had the outside of the canoe, but they had drawn many a
long breath and perspired many a big drop before it was done.
They felt, however, that the most serious part of the task was
over, and after a short rest they began on the inside, which they
lined with long strips of cedar running the full length of the
boat. The pieces were about an inch and a half in width and
about a third of an inch in thickness and were fitted very
closely together. Over these they put the ribs of touch ash,
which was very abundant in the valley and on the slopes. Strips
two inches wide and a half inch thick were bent crosswise across
the interior of the curve, close together, and were firmly
fastened under the gunwales with a loop stitch of the strong
tendon through the bark.
To make their canoe firm and steady, they securely lashed three
string pieces across it and then smeared deeply all the seams
with pitch, which they were fortunate enough to secure from one
of the many strange springs and exudations in the valley. They
now had a strong, light canoe, fifteen feet long and a little
over two feet wide at the center. They had been compelled to
exercise great patience and endurance in this task, particularly
in the work with the awl and tendons. Skillful as they had
become with their hands, they acquired several sore fingers in
the task, but their pride was great when it was done. They
launched the canoe, tried it several times near the shore in
order to detect invisible seams, and then, when all such were
stopped up tightly with pitch, they paddled boldly out into deep
and far waters.
The practice they had acquired already with the dugout helped
them greatly with the birch bark, and after one or two duckings
they handled it with great ease. As amateurs sometimes do, they
had achieved either by plan or accident a perfect design and
found that they had a splendid canoe. This was demonstrated when
the two boys rowed a race, after Dick had recovered his full
strength--Dick in the dugout and Albert in the birch bark. The
race was the full length of the lake, and the younger and smaller
boy won an easy triumph.
"Well paddled, Al!" said Dick.
"It wasn't the paddling, Dick," replied Albert, "it was light
bark against heavy wood that did it."
They were very proud of their two canoes and made a little
landing for them in a convenient cove. Here, tied to trees with
skin lariats, they were safe from wind and wave.
An evening or two after the landing was made secure, Dick, who
had been out alone, came home in the dark and found Albert
reading a book by the firelight.
"What's this?" he exclaimed.
"I took it out of the inside pocket of your coat, when I help you
here in the snow," replied Albert. "I put it on a shelf and in
the strain of your illness forgot all about it until to-day."
"That's my History and Map of the United States," said Dick,
smiling. "I took it from the wagon which yielded up so much to
us. It wouldn't tell me where I was in the storm; but, do you
know, Al, it helped me when I read in there about that greatest
of all men praying in the snow."
"I know who it is whom you mean," said Albert earnestly, "and I
intend to read about him and all the others. It's likely, Dick,
before another year is past, that you and I will become about the
finest historians of our country to be found anywhere between the
Atlantic and Pacific. Maybe this is the greatest treasure of all
that the wagon has yielded up to us."
Albert was right. A single volume, where no other could be
obtained, was a precious treasure to them, and it made many an
evening pass pleasantly that would otherwise have been dull.
They liked especially to linger over the hardships of the
borderers and of their countrymen in war, because they found so
many parallels to their own case, and the reading always brought
them new courage and energy.
They spent the next month after the completion of the canoe in
making all kinds of traps, including some huge dead falls for
grizzly bear and silver tip.
They intended as soon as the autumn opened to begin their fur
operations on a much larger scale than those of the year before.
Numerous excursions into the surrounding mountains showed
abundant signs of game and no signs of an invader, and they
calculated that if all went well they would have stored safely by
next spring at least twenty thousand dollars' worth of furs.
The summer passed pleasantly for both, being filled with work in
which they took a great interest, and hence a great pleasure.
They found another rock cavity, which they fitted up like the
first in anticipation of an auspicious trapping season.
"They say, 'don't put all your eggs in one basket,'" said
Albert, "and so we won't put all our furs in one cave. The Sioux
may come sometime or other, and even if they should get our three
residences, Castle Howard, the Annex, and the Suburban Villa, and
all that is in them, they are pretty sure to miss our caves and
our furs."
"Of course some Indians must know of this valley," said Dick,
"and most likely it's the Sioux. Perhaps none ever wander in
here now, because they're at war with our people and are using
all their forces on the plains."
Albert thought it likely, and both Dick and he had moments when
they wondered greatly what was occurring in the world without.
But, on the whole, they were not troubled much by the affairs of
the rest of the universe.
Traps, house building, and curing food occupied them throughout
the summer. Once the days were very hot in the valley, which
served as a focus for the rays of the sun, but it was invariably
cool, often cold, at night. They slept usually under a tent, or
sometimes, on their longer expeditions in that direction, at the
bark hut. Dick made a point of this, as he resolved that Albert
should have no relapse. He could not see any danger of such a
catastrophe, but he felt that another year of absolutely fresh
and pure mountain air, breathed both night and day, would put his
brother beyond all possible danger.
The life that both led even in the summer was thoroughly
hardening. They bathed every morning, if in the tent by Castle
Howard, in the torrent, the waters of which were always icy,
flowing as they did from melting snows on the highest peaks.
They swam often in the lake, which was also cold always, and at
one of the hot springs they hollowed out a pool, where they could
take a hot bath whenever they needed it.
The game increased in the valley as usual toward autumn, and they
replenished their stores of jerked meat. They had spared their
ammunition entirely throughout the summer and now they used it
only on buffalo, elk, and mule deer. They were fortunate enough
to catch several big bears in their huge dead falls, and, with
very little expenditure of cartridges, they felt that they could
open their second winter as well equipped with food as they had
been when they began the first. They also put a new bark
thatching on the roof of Castle Howard, and then felt ready for
anything that might come.
"Rain, hail, sleet, snow, and ice, it's all the same to us," said
Dick.
They did not resume their trapping until October came, as they
knew that the furs would not be in good condition until then.
They merely made a good guess that it was October. They had
long since lost all count of days and months, and took their
reckoning from the change of the foliage into beautiful reds
and yellows and the increasing coldness of the air.
It proved to be a cold but not rainy autumn, a circumstance that
favored greatly their trapping operations. They had learned much
in the preceding winter from observation and experience, and now
they put it to practice. They knew many of the runways or paths
frequented by the animals, and now they would place their traps
in these, concealing them as carefully as possible, and, acting
on an idea of Albert's, they made buckskin gloves for themselves,
with which they handled the traps, in order to leave, if
possible, no human odor to warn the wary game. Such devices as
this and the more skillful making of their traps caused the
second season to be a greater success than the first, good as the
latter had been. They shot an additional number of buffaloes and
elk, but what they sought in particular was the beaver, and they
were lucky enough to find two or three new and secluded little
streams, on which he had built his dams.
The valuable furs now accumulated rapidly, and it was wise
forethought that had made them fit up the second cave or hollow.
They were glad to have two places for them, in case one was
discovered by an enemy stronger than themselves.
Autumn turned into winter, with snow, slush, and ice-cold rain.
The preceding winter had been mild, but this bade fair to break
some records for severe and variegated weather. Now came the
true test for Albert. To trudge all day long in snow, icy rain
or deep slush, to paddle across the lake in a nipping wind, with
the chilly spray all over him, to go for hours soaking wet on
every inch of his skin--these were the things that would have
surely tried the dwellers in the houses of men, even those with
healthy bodies.
Albert coughed a little after his first big soaking, but after a
hot bath, a big supper, and a long night's sleep, it left, not to
return. He became so thoroughly inured now to exposure that
nothing seemed to affect him. Late in December--so they
reckoned the time--when, going farther than usual into a long
crevice of the mountains, they were overtaken by a heavy
snowstorm. They might have reached the Suburban Villa by night,
or they might not, but in any event the going would have been
full of danger, and they decided to camp in the broadest part of
the canyon in which they now were, not far from the little brook
that flowed down it.
They had matches with them--they were always careful to keep
them dry now--and after securing their dry shavings they lighted
a good fire. Then they are their food, and looked up without
fear at the dark mountains and the thick, driving snow. They
were partially sheltered by the bank and some great ash trees,
and, for further protection, they wrapped about themselves the
blankets, without which they never went on any long journey.
Having each other for company, the adventure was like a picnic to
both. It was no such desperate affair as that of Dick's when he
was alone on the plain. They further increased their shelter
from the snow by an artful contrivance of brush and fallen
boughs, and although enough still fell upon them to make
miserable the house-bred, they did not care. Both fell asleep
after a while, with flurries of snow still striking upon their
faces, and were awakened far in the night by the roar of an
avalanche farther up the canyon; but they soon went to sleep
again and arose the next day with injury.
Thus the winter passed, one of storm and cold, but the trapping
was wonderful, and each boy grew in a remarkable manner in
strength, endurance, and skill. When signs of spring appeared
again, they decided that it was time for them to go. Had it not
been for Dick's misadventure on the plain, and their belief that
a great war was now in progress between the Sioux and the white
people, one might have gone out to return with horses and mules
for furs, while the other remained behind to guard them. But in
view of all the dangers, they resolved to keep together. The
furs would be secreted and the rest of their property must take
its chances.
So they made ready.