CHAPTER I

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[Frontispiece: A BIG BLACK BEAR MADE FURIOUS EFFORTS TO SEIZE DOUR AND

DANDY. _See page 19_.]

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A BOY OF RED RIVER

BY

J. MACDONALD OXLEY

Author of 'Standing the Test,' etc.

TORONTO

THE MUSSON BOOK COMPANY LIMITED

1900

CONTENTS

CHAP.

I. FROM THE OLD WORLD TO THE NEW

II. AT ODDS WITH BRUIN

III. A COLD PLUNGE

IV. HECTOR ENTRAPPED

V. THE SEARCH FOR HECTOR

VI. ORDERED OFF

VII. HOW HECTOR GOT HIS NICKNAME

VIII. ON THE MOVE AGAIN

IX. THE BUFFALO HUNT

X. LOST ON THE PRAIRIE

XI. THE LOSING AND FINDING OF AILIE

XII. THE MOOSE HUNT

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A Boy of Red River

CHAPTER I

From the Old World to the New

This is how it befell. Thomas Douglas, Earl of Selkirk, thought that a

flourishing colony right in the midst of the rich hunting-grounds of

the Hudson's Bay Company, in which he was interested, would prove no

less a benefit to the natives than an excellent thing for the

colonists. Accordingly, he busied himself in persuading a number of

his fellow-countrymen to leave their hillside farms, and, with their

families, voyage to the unknown wilds of the New World.

Among those whose courage was equal to this enterprise was Andrew

Macrae, accompanied by his good wife, Kirstie, his sturdy son, Hector,

then just on the edge of his teens, his bonnie wee daughter, Ailie, and

his two splendid sheep dogs, Dour and Dandy.

The dogs' names were not given them at random. They just fitted their

natures. A more serious creature than Dour surely never stood upon

four legs. He bore himself as if he were responsible, not merely for

the occupants of the sheep-cote, but also of the cottage as well. He

was never known to frisk or gambol, or to bark without due cause.

Dandy was the very opposite, as black as a raven, save for a superb

snow-white shirt-front, which he managed to keep marvellously clean,

and a few touches of golden-brown on his shapely head. He was only a

little slighter than Dour, and as lively and frolicsome as the other

was impassive. Although not quite the equal of Dour, Dandy was an

excellent sheep dog, too, and many a cotter envied Andrew the

possession of the two fine creatures.

Hector loved both dogs dearly, albeit he stood a trifle in awe of Dour.

The dogs were as much members of the family as Ailie and himself. He

would have shared his last bit of bannock or sup of 'parritch' with

either of them, and they fully returned his affection, each in his own

way.

Hector was a 'braw laddie,' in very sooth. From his father, he got the

straightness and strength of body, the deftness of hand and foot, and

the rapidity of thought that made him an unquestioned leader among his

playfellows, and from his mother the light, crisp hair, the laughing

blue eyes, and the happy turn of speech that made the other boys love

as well as obey him.

He stood in much awe of his father, who was as strict as he was just,

but his mother had his whole heart, and many a time did he go to her

for comfort, when reproved by Andrew for some little bit of

heedlessness.

With little Ailie, a dark-eyed, dark-haired sprite, not like either

parent, to protect and pet, the Macraes made up a notably happy family

group, and were the recipients of many attentions from their fellow

passengers, on the long voyage on a slow sailing ship to the bleak

shores of Hudson's Bay.

That voyage out proved far from being a pleasant holiday. Cooped up in

an over-loaded vessel, whose accommodation was scant at best, fed upon

pork and beef that was salter than the sea itself, and hard biscuits

that became alive with weevils ere the ship reached its destination,

all the colonists suffered more or less severely. It spoke well for

the stamina of the Macraes that they bore the privations of the passage

better than the majority, and landed at York Factory in fairly good

trim.

'Eh, but glad I am to put my feet upon the solid ground again!'

exclaimed Andrew Macrae, with heartfelt emphasis, as he sprang out of

the boat and strode up the beach, and, in so saying, he spoke for every

one on board the vessel.

Hector's legs wobbled under him in so absurd a fashion that he tumbled

over several times in his first attempt at running, and even Dour and

Dandy, for a little, seemed hardly to understand that they were free to

bound away in any direction they pleased.

But presently all the colonists were landed, and, having been kindly

welcomed by the Hudson's Bay Company's employees at York Factory, made

haste to bestow themselves as best they might among the buildings of

the fort.

The Macraes were fortunate in getting a snug room to themselves, and

there, with their two children and faithful dogs, they settled down to

await the beginning of the next stage of their long journey.

On the following morning, Hector, accompanied by Ailie, and having Dour

and Dandy, went down to the beach, where there was much going on to

entertain them.

The sailors were busy unloading the vessel of her very miscellaneous

cargo, comprising tea and tobacco, sugar and salt, blankets and

muskets, knives, hatchets, and all the varied articles required for

provisioning the forts, or trading with the Indians, while Indians and

half-breeds lounged near by, watching them with half-contemptuous

interest. The Hudson's Bay officials moved briskly about, giving sharp

orders, and, in and among them everywhere, were dogs of all ages and

sizes, but alike in resembling wolves or foxes, for the Huskie breed

was predominant.

The sheep dogs made no attempt to find favour with the others. On the

contrary, they kept close to Hector, their gleaming eyes, curling lips,

and bristling necks expressing in the clearest way what they thought of

their new acquaintances. The latter were not long in showing their

feelings in the matter. No sooner did the collies draw near them than

they rushed to meet them, snarling and growling so ferociously that

Hector began to feel a little alarmed, while Ailie shrank closer to

him, clasping his hand tightly in hers, and murmuring: 'I'm frightened.

They'll bite us.' 'They won't dare to,' responded Hector bravely,

albeit his heart was thumping at a lively rate. 'I'll drive them off

with my stick,' and he flourished gallantly a slender cudgel that he

had picked up at the gate of the fort.

But the graceless Huskies had small respect for a stick when not in the

hands of a man, and they closed in about the little group in a very

menacing way. At last they got so close that Dour and Dandy, in their

love and loyalty to the two children, could restrain themselves no

longer, and, at the same moment, they flew at the throats of the two

foremost assailants.

Instantly, there was a terrific uproar, the dogs barking and wrangling

furiously, Hector shouting: 'Away, you brutes!' while he laid his stick

stoutly upon the backs and heads of the Huskies, and poor little Ailie

shrieked pitifully at what she believed to be the imminent peril of all

four.

The collies fought superbly. Fearfully outnumbered as they were, their

superior sagacity and speed of movement for a while enabled them to

hold their own. Keeping close together in front of the children, they

struck to right and left with their keen white fangs, slashing the

Huskies on head and shoulder, so that one after another slunk away,

howling dolefully.

But for each one thus driven off, two others rushed to the attack, and,

in spite of the splendid play Hector made with his stick, at the risk

of being badly bitten himself, the issue must have gone hard against

the gallant collies, for the Huskies would not have stopped until they

had torn them to pieces. But, in the nick of time, a stalwart figure

came charging down the beach with mighty strides.

Into the thick of the melee plunged Andrew Macrae, using, with

unsparing energy, not only his heavily booted feet, but his tightly

clenched fists. On this side and that fell his tremendous blows, and

every one meant a disabled or disheartened dog, until, presently, the

whole pack had fled out of reach, and the wrathful Scotsman stood

panting but triumphant, Ailie clinging sobbingly to one knee, and

Hector standing breathless at the other, while Dour and Dandy, after a

brief greeting, made haste to take stock of themselves, and see what

damage they had suffered at the teeth of the evil-tempered Huskies.

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