TRAILING BLACK-TAILS
It was pleasant that night after supper was over, as they lay about
the bright fire in the lodge. During the afternoon, while Jack had
been fishing, Joe had split fine a lot of dry cottonwood sticks,
and a good pile of them lay within the lodge door, just to its
left. The fire blazed and crackled merrily and the draft was good,
so that there was no smoke even in the top of the lodge.
Joe said to Jack, "Jack, have you seen all this old beaver work up
north of the camp?"
"No," said Jack, "I have seen plenty of small beaver cuttings.
There have been lots of beaver here, but I haven't seen any big
work."
"Well," said Joe, "you'd better go up fifty yards from the camp,
and you'll see there bigger trees cut down by the beaver than I've
ever seen, and I've seen some beaver work in my day. Why, there's
cottonwood logs there cut down by the beaver that are bigger round
than my body, and I believe they're more than a foot through. You
surely ought to see them."
"Well," said Jack, "I will in the morning."
"This used to be a great place for fur, didn't it Hugh?"
"Yes," said Hugh, "I expect when the white men first came in here
that beaver were awful plenty. Wherever I've been since I came into
this valley I've seen lots of old work but not much new work. All
the same, these sticks that Joe is talking about are not very old;
they were cut down only a few years ago. I guess 'twas a great fur
country. But, Lord! I've told you about the stories that people
used to tell about Jackson's Lake. They used to say that pretty
nearly everything good in the mountains was to be found here, and
plenty of it.
"Do you know, boys," Hugh continued, "I've about made up my mind
what we'd better do? Now, we don't know the country here, none of
us, but I expect we can find our way around pretty well with the
pack-train. I think the best thing we can do is to go back to that
last big creek that we crossed, and follow that up to its head;
then cross the mountains there, and get over onto Wind River;
and then we can follow Wind River down; and then over and strike
Sweetwater, and follow Sweetwater down to the Platte; and then, you
know, we're pretty near home. What do you say? Would either of you
rather go any other way, or will you leave it that way?"
The boys sat silent for a little while, and then Joe said, "I think
it will be good to do as Hugh says; he is the leader, and we will
follow him."
"I think so, too," said Jack. "Neither of us boys knows anything
about the country, and we want to do just what you think is best,
Hugh."
"Well," said Hugh, "I guess that is best, and if you say so, we'll
do it; and we'll start to-morrow morning if the weather is good
and the things are dry."
"All right," said both boys.
The next morning saw the little train following its back trail up
Snake River for a few miles, when Hugh turned off to the right, and
entered the valley of a great stream which rushed down from the Red
Mountain Range. The hills were low and rounded and composed of sand
and gravel, covered with grass and sage-brush. On either side, from
time to time, the stream had cut into the hills and washed away
the gravel, and its bed was full of huge boulders; so that it was
necessary for them to keep back on the ridge, at some distance from
the water. The river was so large and along it there were so many
evidences of a vast body of water running down through this valley
in the spring, that it seemed evident that it must be a very long
stream, and must drain a wide area of country. Before they had gone
very far, the sun, which had been shining, went behind clouds; it
began to rain hard; and before long they began to get wet. Early in
the day, therefore, Hugh drew up his horse in the shelter of some
spruces on a little bench about thirty feet above the valley, and
said, "Let's camp, boys, and get out of this wet." It took but a
little time to put up the lodge, to unsaddle, get things covered
and a fire in the lodge, and also one outside under a shelter of
manta, so that they were soon dry and comfortable again. Jack tried
the fishing, but the fish would not bite. The rain continued, and
by the middle of the afternoon had changed to snow, and before dark
the ground was white. When they went to bed at night the snow was
still falling and the weather was growing colder.
The next morning the snow had stopped, but it was two or three
inches deep on the ground. Everything was wet, and it looked as if
it might snow again at any time. Jack got tired of sitting round
the fire, and watching Hugh fill his pipe, and light it and smoke
it out, and then fill and light it again, and presently he proposed
to Joe that they should go out and try to kill a deer. Joe was
ready and they started. For a short distance, they followed the
trail up the river, and then turning to the left, took the first
ridge and began to climb the hill on the north side of the valley.
It was pretty wet. It had begun to rain again, and the snow was
damp, and under the snow there seemed to be an inch or two of
water. When they had to pass through willows and other underbrush,
these wet the upper parts of their bodies. The ground was soft and
slippery, and the down timber and the loose stones made walking and
climbing quite hard work. Nevertheless, they pushed on, and having
reached the top of the ridge, could see beyond other ridges toward
which they climbed.
They crossed one or two elk tracks, made since the snow had stopped
falling, but the animals were going pretty fast and they did not
follow them. A few deer tracks, made while the snow was falling,
tempted them; but they did not follow them and continued to climb.
The higher they went the harder it seemed to rain, and every little
while a heavy fog would rise from the valley, and creeping slowly
along the mountains would shut out from sight one hilltop after
another, until it reached them and hid everything from their sight.
There was a little breeze blowing from the west, and these fogs did
not last long; but while they were about them the boys could only
stand still and wait for the mist to lift.
As they climbed they saw a good many birds: flickers, robins, and
blue snow-birds, as well as some other western birds that Jack did
not know.
The boys climbed hill after hill for several hours, but saw nothing
but tracks, and none of these seemed worth following. At last Jack
turned to Joe and said, "What do you say, Joe, shall we go any
further? It's pretty cold, and we can't see far, and perhaps we
might as well go down the hill again and get back to camp."
"Well," said Joe, "it's pretty cold and wet up here and we don't
see much."
They turned and followed the ridge they were on for some little
distance, trying to see down into the valley, and to determine
just where the camp was. As they were doing this, all at once
the fog lifted, and Jack saw, a little way before them, a green
timbered ridge leading down into the valley, pretty near where the
camp should be. As he looked down into the valley, Jack heard Joe
whisper, "Hold on!" Jack stopped, slowly turned his head and threw
a cartridge into his gun, and then stood motionless; for over the
crest of the ridge just above them had risen the horns, head and
body of an enormous black-tailed buck. Almost at once, two others,
much smaller, followed him, and in a moment more two others, one
nearly as large as the leader, and the other smaller, came up to
the top of the ridge and looked over. They were a long way off,
perhaps three hundred yards, and neither boy dared move for fear of
startling them, for two or three jumps would have taken them out
of sight. The great leader had seen the boys at once, but could
not make out what they were, and perhaps for ten minutes he stood
there and watched. He was not alarmed or suspicious, but these
two upright objects, which might be stumps or might be something
else, excited his curiosity, and he kept looking at them. The deer
stood on the very crest of the ridge, with only a white sky for
a background; so that the outline of his graceful form and large
branching horns was plainly visible.
While he stood there watching, the other deer wandered about,
now taking a bite of grass and again giving a long look over the
country. One of the smallest came a few steps down the face of the
ridge to a low pine, three or four feet in height, against which he
began to rub his horns and head, just as a deer or an elk does when
ridding the antlers of the velvet, or, as it is termed, "shaking."
The large one, next in size to the leader, came still further down
the bluff and began to feed at a bush that grew there. A third, the
smallest of all, was very playful and frisked about almost as a
fawn might do.
At length, after his long, long stare, during which the boys
scarcely breathed, the big leader seemed satisfied. He shook
himself, and then turned and gave a long look to the east and one
to the west; then he lowered his head, took a bite of some weed,
and stepping proudly along the ridge for a few yards, turned away
and walked out of sight. While he was doing this, two of the young
deer, like boys when the schoolmaster's back is turned and they
feel that they can begin to play, backed away from each other, and
then charged each other, coming together vigorously, head to head.
It did not seem to be done angrily, but rather in sport, and one of
them, being evidently much the stronger of the two, as he was the
larger, pushed the other a few feet backward, when the smaller one
sprang lightly out of the way, and both turned and walked off after
the big buck.
Four of the deer had now moved out of sight, and there remained
only the large one feeding on the hillside. A couple of dead
trees, one leaning against the other, stood sixty or seventy yards
in front of the boys, between them and the deer, and it seemed
possible by moving up behind these to approach within rifle-shot.
He was busily eating, and when he had his head down the boys
whispered to each other. Jack said, "Let us sneak up behind those
trees, and we can get near enough to kill him, I guess."
"Better wait," said Joe, "pretty soon he'll go off over the hill,
and then we can follow him, and get one sure."
But Jack had not yet learned the patience which makes an Indian
so certain of his game; he began to make a slow approach, but had
taken only a few steps when suddenly the deer stopped feeding,
looked about him, walked briskly up to the top of the ridge,
and then pausing for a moment to see where his companions were,
followed them over the ridge and out of sight.
At last the coast was clear; the boys hurried toward the ridge,
and clambered up its steep face with breathless haste. When they
reached the crest they cautiously looked over, but saw nothing,
and still as they slowly advanced in the direction which the deer
seemed to have taken, the game was not seen. They were just about
to go back and take the deers' tracks, when suddenly, without an
instant's warning, a mountain hurricane of hail, rain and snow
swept down upon them, blotting from view every object save those
directly at their feet. The wind blew cold, and the rain and hail
pelted them. There was no shelter, and all they could do was to
turn their backs to the blast and stand there waiting. The storm
lasted but a few moments, and as soon as it was over they started
back, and soon crossed the tracks of the deer, not far from the
ridge. All had been walking slowly, except the last one, who was
trotting to catch up with the others. The trail led over the
rolling ground, toward two little groups of spruces, and when the
boys saw these, and could not see the deer on the open ground
beyond, they looked at each other and nodded, each feeling sure
that the animals would be found in this timber.
They were still a hundred yards from the nearest clump of trees
when Joe's eye caught sight of something moving just beyond them,
and almost at the same time Jack saw something dark move against
the snow. They made themselves very small, and keeping the thick
foliage of the trees between themselves and the deer, crept
carefully up almost to the timber. Suddenly, through a little
opening in the branches, Jack saw three deer standing close
together--the big leader and two of the yearlings. He wanted the
leader, of course, and yet he could see only his head and neck,
and hesitated to shoot at the neck, for he was chilled and shaking
with the cold. However, he determined to risk it, and looking round
at Joe saw that he was ready, and that he nodded. Jack fired, the
leader disappeared, and a moment later four deer ran out over the
snow, beyond the trees, and stopped; and as they turned to look
back, Joe fired, and killed the other big deer.
"Hurrah!" said Jack, and he shook Joe's hand, "we've surely got
plenty of meat now."
"Yes," said Joe, "good meat, too."
They found the big leader lying on the snow just beyond the trees,
his neck broken, and the other big deer not more than fifty yards
beyond him.
"Now, Jack," said Joe, "I tell you what we'd better do: you go
back to camp and get two pack horses, and fetch 'em up here, and
I'll butcher these deer, and then we can take 'em back to the camp
to-night. We don't want to make two trips."
"That's so," said Jack, "I'll either go back for the horses or
butcher, whichever you like."
"No," said Joe, "you go back, and when I get through butchering
I'll make a little fire here and dry off, and wait for you."
"All right," said Jack, "I'll do it. I don't believe it'll take me
very long to get back to camp, and I'll be back here in an hour or
two, anyhow."
He at once started, and was soon following the green timbered
ridge down to the stream. When he reached there he found that
camp was only a short distance further down the creek, and he was
soon standing by the fire. Hugh had heard the shots, and was not
surprised when Jack told them that they had two deer. Jack went
out to look up the horses, and soon returned with two of them, and
putting saddles on them, mounted one, and rode off up the hill
leading the other.