Chapter 13

"He'll dig hole here an' lie down," said Moise. "Plenty mad now, sure!"

They kept on after the trail, following it deeper into the forest and higher up the slope, minute after minute, for a time which seemed short, but which really was over an hour and a half in extent. Moise still remained silent and not in the least excited, and Alex still continued to pick his berries and eat them leisurely as he followed along in the rear. Once they lost the trail on an open hillside covered with wintergreen plants, and the boys thought the hunt was over. Moise however, swung around like a hound on the trail, clear to the other side of the hill, and in the course of a few minutes picked up the spoor again when it struck softer ground beyond. They passed on then, moving upward deeper into the forest for some minutes, until at length Moise turned about.

"About five minute now, we'll found heem," said he, quietly.

"How does he know, Alex?" demanded Jesse, who was farther to the rear.

"Easy enough," answered Alex. "He says the bear has lain down ten times now, and he would not do that unless he was very weak. He would travel as far as he could. Now he is lying down very often. I'm sorry, but I don't think we'll get any fight out of this bear. Moise thinks you'll find him dead."

Surely enough, they had hardly gone another hundred yards before Moise, stepping back quietly, pointed through an opening in the bushes. There, lying before them in a little glade, lay a vast, black body, motionless.

Rob grounded his rifle-butt, almost in disappointment, but later expressed his satisfaction.

"Now, boys, I got him," said he, "and I guess it's just as well he didn't have to wait till now for us to come. But speaking of trailing, Moise, you certainly know your business."

"Oh yes," said Moise, "every man in this country he'll mus' know how to trail, else he'll go hongree some tam. My onkle she'll taught me how for follow trail."

"Well," said Alex, "here's some more meat to get down to the boat, I suppose, and we need meat badly, too. We ought not to waste it, but if we take it all on board we'll have to hurry to get down to Peace River Landing with it, because it is more than we can possibly eat."

The two older hunters now drew their big buffalo knives and fell to work skinning and dismembering the carcass of the bear, the boys helping as they could. It was plainly the intention of Alex and Moise to make one trip with meat and hide.

In order to carry the green bear hide--always a slippery and awkward thing to pack--Moise now showed a little device often practised, as he said, among the Crees. He cut two sharpened sticks, each about a couple of feet in length, and placing these down on the hide, folded the hide around them, so that it made a sharp, four-cornered pack. He lashed the hide tightly inside these four corners, and then lifting it up and down, smilingly showed the boys that the green hide now would not slip, but would remain in place, thus making a much better pack. He slung his belt at the corners of the pack, and then motioned to Alex to throw up on top of his pack one of the hams of the bear which had been detached from the carcass. When Moise got his load he started off at a trot, taking a course different from that on which they had come.

Alex in turn used his belt and some thongs he had in making a pack of the remainder of the meat, which, heavy as it seemed, he managed to shoulder, leaving the boys nothing to carry except the skull of the bear, which they had expressed a wish to retain with the robe.

"Do you suppose we'll ever get to be men as strong as that?" asked Rob in a whisper, pointing to the solitary figure of the breed now passing rapidly down the slope.

"I didn't know anybody was so strong," admitted Jesse. "They must be pretty good men, I'm thinking."

"But which way are they going?" asked John. "Do you suppose they're lost?"

"We'll follow and see," answered Rob. "They seem to know their own way pretty well."

They now kept Alex in sight, and in the course of about fifteen or twenty minutes came up with Moise, who was sitting down, resting his back against the root of a tree.

"I suppose you'll know where we are now?" he asked of Rob.

Rob shook his head. "No, I don't recognize the place."

Moise pointed with a thumb to a point just back of the tree. Rob stepped over, and gazing down, saw a deep hole in the ground.

"Why, I know!" said he. "This is one of the holes the bear dug--one of the first ones, I should think."

"Oh, I see, you cut across-lots and didn't follow the back trail." John was as much surprised as Rob.

"No," said Alex, "we saved perhaps half a mile by coming straight across, for, you see, the bear was wandering all around on the hillside as he was trying to get away. You'll find the boats are directly below us here, and not very far away."

"This," said Rob, "seems to me pretty wonderful! You men certainly do know how to get along in this country. I'd never have thought this was the direct course, and if I had been in there alone I certainly would have followed the bear's trail back--if I could have found it."

Yet it all came out quite as Alex and Moise had planned, for in less than ten minutes more they scrambled down the steep bank to the rocky beach where the two boats lay. The men distributed the hide and meat between the two, covering up both with green willow boughs.

"Now," said Alex, "for a fast run down this river. We've got more meat than we can use, and we must get to the Landing."

XXVII

THE END OF THE OLD WAR-TRAIL

It is possible to make twenty-five miles a day with pole and tracking-line against a current even so strong as that of the Peace River. Twice or thrice that distance down-stream is much easier, so that no greatly difficult journey remained ahead of our travelers between their last camp and the old Hudson Bay post known as Peace River Landing, which perhaps Moise would have called the end of the old war-trail from Little Slave Lake--the point near the junction of the Peace and Smoky rivers which has in it so much strategic value, whether in war or in peace. The two boats, pausing only for the briefest possible encampments, now swung on down, day after day, not pausing at the ultimate western settlements, St. John and Dunvegan, but running on down, between high and steep banks, through a country clean and beautiful with its covering of poplar growth. At last, well wearied with steady paddling, they opened up a great "V" in the valley, so that they knew they were at the junction of the Smoky and the Peace, and hence at the end of this stage of their journey.

It was evening at the time of their arrival, and Rob was much for finishing the journey that day, yet yielded to the wish of Moise, who thought it would be better to camp some few miles above the town, although almost within sight of the great ferry which here crosses the main river from the wagon trail of the north bank.

"We'll must go in like real _voyageurs_," insisted Moise. "We'll not look good to go in to-night--too much tire an' dirt."

In the morning Moise appeared at the breakfast table attired in his best. He had in some way managed a clean shave, and now his long, black hair was bound back with a gaudy handkerchief, his old shirt replaced by a new and bright one, and his old moccasins discarded for a pair of new and brilliantly beaded ones, so that in all he made a brave figure of a voyageur indeed. Alex also in a quiet way had followed the lead of Moise. The boys themselves, falling into the spirit of this, hunted through their war-bags for such finery as they could compass, and decked themselves out in turn with new moccasins, new gloves, and new kerchiefs for their necks. Moise looked on them all with the utmost approbation.

"It's the best for return like some _braves hommes_," said he. "Well, _en avant_!"

They all bent gaily to the paddles now, and sped down the flood of the great stream until at length they sighted the buildings of the Hudson Bay post, just below the ferry. Here, finishing with a great spurt of speed, they pulled alongside the landing bank, just below where there lay at mooring the tall structure of the Hudson Bay steamboat, _Peace River_, for the time tarrying at this point. Moise rolled his paddle along the gunwale, making the spray fly from the blade after the old fashion of the _voyageurs_ ending a journey, and the boys followed his example. Many willing hands aided them to disembark. A little later they found themselves ready for what seemed apt to be one of their last encampments.

A tall breed woman stood at a little distance up the bank, silently awaiting their coming. Moise pointed to her with no great emotion.

"He's my womans," said he. "He'll fix the camp for us an' take care of those meat, yes."

Moise and his wife met, undoubtedly glad to see each other, though making no great show at the time. Pretty soon the breed woman came down and lifted the bear hides and the meat from the boats.

"She'll fix up the hides for you, all right," said Alex, quietly. "As we don't need the meat, and as I don't live here, but a hundred miles below on Little Slave, I think we had better give Moise all of the meat for himself and his people--he probably has fifty or more 'uncles' and 'cousins' in this village. Meantime, I think it might be well for us to make a little camp over here in the cottonwoods just back of the lodges."

They saw now on the flat between the river and the Company post quite a little village of Indian conical tepees, from which now came many Indians and half-breeds, and a multitude of yelping dogs.

The boys, aided by one or two taciturn but kindly natives, who seemed to know who they were, and so lent a hand without any request, soon had their simple little camp well under way. At about this time they were approached by a stalwart man wearing the cap of the Hudson Bay Company's river service.

"I'm Saunders, of the Hudson Bay Company," said he, "and I suppose you're the nephews of Mr. Wilcox, an engineer, who has gone down the river?"

"Yes, sir," said Rob; "we have just come down, and we expected to meet him below here."

"I have a letter for you," said Captain Saunders. "Mr. Wilcox came up from Little Slave awhile back, and went down to Fort Vermilion with us on our last trip--I'm the captain of the boat over yonder. He asked me to bring you down to Vermilion on our next run. I suppose the letter explains it all."

"Yes, sir," said Rob, after reading it and handing it to the others. "That's about the size of it. We thought our trip was ended here, but he asks us to come on down and meet him at Fort Vermilion! It seems a long way; but we're very glad to meet you, Captain Saunders."

They all shook hands, and the grizzled veteran smiled at them quizzically.

"Well, young gentlemen," said he, "I hardly know what to think about your trip, but if you really made it, you're lucky to get through in as good shape as you have."

"We had a perfectly bully time, sir," said Rob. "We lost one of our boats west of the cañon, but we got another this side, and we're all safe and sound, with every ounce of our property along."

"You have the best of me, I must admit," said the Hudson Bay man, "for I have never been west of St. John myself, although we make the Dunvegan run regularly all the time, of course. They tell me it is pretty wild back there in the mountains."

"Yes, sir," said Rob. "The water's pretty fast sometimes; but, you see, we had two good men with us, and we were very careful."

"You had pretty fair men with _you_, too, didn't you, Alex?" smiled Saunders, as the tall half-breed came up at that time.

"None better," said Alex, quietly. "We caught a grizzly and a black bear, not to mention a caribou and a couple of sheep. They seem to me natural hunters. I'm quite proud of them--so proud that we gave them a 'lob-stick,' Captain."

"And quite right, too," nodded Saunders.

"Oh, well, of course we couldn't have done any of those things without you and Moise," said Rob. "Anybody can shoot a rifle a little bit, but not every one could bring the boats out of such water as we have had."

"Well, now, what do you want to do?" resumed Saunders, after a little. "Here's the _Peace River_ steamer, and you can get a room and a bath and a meal there whenever you like. Or you can stay here in your tent and eat with the factor up at the post beyond. I would suggest that you take in our city before you do much else."

"When were you planning to leave for Vermilion, Captain Saunders?" inquired Rob.

"Some time to-morrow morning, as soon as we get plenty of wood from the yard across the river. It's about three hundred and fifty miles to Vermilion down-stream--that is to say, north of here--but we run it in two or three days with luck. Coming up it's a little slower, of course."

"If you don't mind, sir," said Rob at length, "I think we'd rather sleep in our tent as long as we can--the steamboat would be very nice, but it looks too much like a house."

Saunders laughed, and, turning, led the way through the Indian villages and up toward the single little street which made the village of Peace River Landing, ancient post of the Hudson Bay. Here he introduced the young travelers, who at once became the sensation of the hour for all the inhabitants, who now thronged the streets about them, but who all stood silent and respectful at a distance.

They found the Hudson Bay post, as Jesse had said, more like a country store than the fur-trading post which they had pictured for themselves. They saw piled up on the shelves and counters all sorts of the products of civilization--hardware of every kind, groceries, tinned goods, calicoes, clothes, hats, caps, guns, ammunition--indeed, almost anything one could require.

John was looking behind the counters with wistful eye, for the time ceasing his investigation of the piles of bright new moccasins.

"I don't see any, Alex," said he, at last.

"Any what, Mr. John?"

"Well, you said there'd be toffy."

Alex laughed and beckoned to the clerk. When John made known his wishes, the latter ran his hand in behind a pile of tobacco and brought out a number of blue-covered packages marked "Imperial Toffy."

"I think you will find this very nice, sir," said he. "It's made in the old country, and we sell quite a bit of it here."

John's eyes lighted up at this, and, if truth be told, both of the other boys were glad enough to divide with him his purchase, quantities of which he generously shared also with the Indian and half-breed children whom he presently met in the street.

"I don't see but what this is just the same as any other town," said he at length, his mouth full.

They were received with great courtesy by the factor of the Hudson Bay Company, who invited them to have lunch with him. To their surprise they found on the table all the sorts of green vegetables they had ever known--potatoes, beans, tomatoes, lettuce, many varieties, and all in the greatest profusion and excellence.

"We don't encourage this sort of thing," said the factor, smilingly pointing to these dishes of vegetables, "for the theory of our Company is that all a man needs to eat is meat and fish. But just to be in fashion, we raise a few of these things in our garden, as you may see. When you are at Vermilion, moreover, although that is three hundred and fifty miles north from here, you'll see all sorts of grain and every vegetable you ever heard of growing as well as they do twelve or fifteen hundred miles south of here."

"It's a wonderful country, sir," said Rob. "I don't blame Alex and Moise for calling this the Land of Plenty."

"Moise said that the old war-trail over from the Little Slave country used to end about here," ventured John.

The factor smiled, and admitted that such was once said to have been the case.

"Those days are gone, though, my young friend," said he. "There's a new invasion, which we think may unsettle our old ways as much as the invasion of the Crees did those of the Stoneys and Beavers long ago. I mean the invasion of the wagon-trains of farmers."

"Yes," said Rob, "Alex told us we'd have to go to the Liard River pretty soon, if we wanted any moose or bear; but anyhow, we're here in time, and we want to thank you for helping us have such a pleasant trip. We're going to enjoy the run down the river, I'm sure."

XXVIII

STEAMBOATING IN THE FAR NORTH

Captain Saunders finished the operation of getting wood for the _Peace River_ by ten o'clock of the next morning, and as the steamer once more came alongside the steep bank at the landing the hoarse note of her whistles notified every one to get ready for the journey down the stream. The boys, who had passed the night in their tent with Alex--Moise having gone to his own tepee for the night--now began to bestir themselves before going aboard the steamer.

"What are we going to do with all our things, Alex?" asked Rob.

"How do you mean, sir?"

"Why, our tent and the skins and trophies and blankets and everything--we won't need them on board the boat, will we?"

"No, sir, and the best way will be to leave them here."

"What! In our tent, with no one to care for them? You know, Moise is going with us, as I understand it."

"Everything will be perfectly safe right there in the tent, if only you tie the flaps so the dogs can't get in," answered Alex. "You see, it's only white men that steal in this country--the Injuns and breeds won't do that. Until the Klondike pilgrims came through here we didn't know what theft was. I can answer for these people here. Everything you leave will be perfectly safe, and, as you say, it will be less bother than to take this stuff along on the boat."

Rob motioned to his companions, and they stepped aside for a little while.

"What are we going to do about the stuff we've got left over, fellows?" asked he. "Of course, we've got to get down by wagon as far as Little Slave, and we'll need grub enough, if Uncle Dick hasn't got it, to last us two or three days. But we won't boat, and we've got quite a lot of supplies which I think we had better give to Moise--they have to charge pretty good prices for everything they sell at the store up here, and maybe Moise will like this stuff."

"That suits me," said John, "and I think it would be a good idea. Give Moise all the meat and such supplies as we don't need going out."

"And then, how about the boats?"

"Well, old Picheu sold us the dugout, and I don't suppose he'll ever get down here any more, and we certainly couldn't take it out with us. I'm in favor of making Moise a present of that. He seems to like it pretty well."

"A good idea," said Rob. "And how about the _Jaybird_? Wouldn't it be fine to give that to Alex!"

Both the other boys thought this would be a good idea, and they accordingly proposed these plans to Alex before they went aboard the steamer.

The old hunter smiled with great pleasure at their generosity. "I don't want to rob you young men," said he, "and without doubt you could sell both of those boats here if you liked. But if you want us to keep them, they will be of great value to us. Moise hunts up and down the river all the time, and can use the dugout. I live on Little Slave, and hunt miles below here, but I have plenty of friends with wagons, and they'll take the _Jaybird_ across for me. I'll keep her as long as she lasts, and be very glad indeed."

"Well, then," said Rob, "I don't see any reason why we shouldn't go aboard. I'm almost sorry, too, because it seems to me as though we were pretty near to the end of our trip now."

"Don't be so sure," said the old hunter to him. "Some of the best bear country on this river is below this point, and unless I am very much mistaken, you will probably see a dozen or two bear between here and Vermilion."

On board the steamboat the boys found a long table spread with clean linen, comfortable bunks with linen sheets, something they had not seen for a long time, and a general air of shipshapeness which did not seem to comport with a country so wild and remote as this. Each was assigned to a room, where he distributed his belongings, and soon they were all settled down comfortably, Alex and Moise also having rooms given to them, according to the instructions which Uncle Dick had sent up to the Company.

During the last few minutes before the mooring-lines of the boat were cast loose all the party stood along the rail watching the breed deck-hands carrying aboard the remainder of the boat's cargo. Rob expressed the greatest surprise at the enormous loads which these men carried easily from the storehouse down the slippery bank and up the steep gang-plank. "I didn't think such strong men lived anywhere in the world," said he. "I never saw anything like it!"

"Yes," said Alex, "there are some pretty good men on the river, that's true. The man who couldn't shoulder three hundred pounds and get it aboard would be back of the first rank."

"Three hundred pounds!" said Rob. "That's pretty heavy, isn't it?"

"_Non! Non!_" broke in Moise. "She's no heavy. On the trail those man he'll take three packets, two hundred seventy poun', an' he'll trot all same dog--we'll both told you that before. My onkle, Billy Loutit, he'll carry seex hondred poun' one tam up a heell long tam. He'll take barrel of pork an' ron on the bank all same deer."

Rob turned a questioning glance on Alex, who nodded confirmation. "Men have been known to carry four or five hundred pounds considerable distances on the portage," said he. "It isn't best for them, but they're always rivaling one another in these feats of strength. Saunders here, the captain, used to carry five hundred pounds in his day--all the salt pork and boxes you could rake up on top of him. You see this is a country of large distances and the seasons are short. You talk about 'hustling' down in the cities, but I suppose there never was a business carried on which 'hustled' as long and hard as the old fur trade a hundred years ago. That's where these men came from--from fathers and grandfathers who were brought up in the work."

At last the steamer cast loose her mooring-lines and stood off for midstream with a final roar of her whistles. A row of Indians and breeds along the bank again gave the salute of the north with a volley of rifle-fire. They were off for the last lap of their long journey down the great river, this time under somewhat different circumstances from those under which they had begun their journey.

The boys rapidly explored the steamboat, and found her a comfortable side-wheeler, especially built for this river work, with powerful engines and abundance of room on her lower deck for heavy cargo. Her cabin-deck provided good accommodations for passengers, and, all in all, she was quite a wonderful vessel for that far-off country, in their belief.

"I found something down below," said John, coming up the companion-stair after a time.

"What's that?" asked Jesse.

"Bear hide nailed on the side of the boat, by the wood-pile below. The engineer killed it a week ago up the river. About every one on the boat has a rifle, and they say they get bears every trip. I think we had better have our guns ready all the time. They say that old Showan, the pilot in the pilot-house up above, only keeps his job on this boat because he gets such fine bear hunting all the time."

"Well, he'll have to beat us," said Rob, stoutly.

"Alex," inquired Jesse, after a time, "how many bear did you ever see on this river in one day?"

"I wouldn't like to say," answered Alex, "for we don't always count them. I'm told that one of our passengers counted twenty-eight in one afternoon right on this part of the river where we are now. I've often seen a dozen a day, I should say."

"You're joking about that, Alex!" said Rob.

"Wait and see--I may show you pretty soon," was the answer.