Part 31 (1/2)
”She was fine to see. Her eyes were black as beads; and when she laugh it was all music. I was so happy! We lived on the island of the Aux Coudres, far up there at Quebec. It was a wild place. There were smugglers and others there--maybe pirates. But she was like a saint of G.o.d among all. I was lucky man. I was pilot, and took s.h.i.+ps out to sea, and brought them in safe up the gulf. It is not all easy, for there are mad places. Once or twice when a wild storm was on I could not land at Cap Martin, and was carried out to sea and over to France.... Well, that was not so bad; there was plenty to eat and drink, nothing to do. But when I marry it was differen'. I was afraid of being carried away and leave my wife--the belle Mamette--alone long time. You see, I was young, and she was ver' beautiful.”
He paused and caught his hand over his mouth as though to stop a sound: the lines of his face deepened. Presently he puffed his pipe so hard that the smoke and the sparks hid him in a cloud through which he spoke.
”When the child was born--Holy Mother! have you ever felt the hand of your own child in yours, and looked at the mother, as she lies there all pale and s.h.i.+ning between the quilts?”
He paused. Pierre's eyes dropped to the floor. Gaspard continued: ”Well, it is a great thing, and the babe was born quick one day when we were all alone. A thing like that gives you wonder. Then I could not bear to go away with the s.h.i.+ps, and at last I said: 'One month, and then the ice fills the gulf, and there will be no more s.h.i.+ps for the winter.
That will be the last for me. I will be pilot no more-no.' She was ver'
happy, and a laugh ran over her little white teeth. Mon Dieu, I stop that laugh pretty quick--in fine way!”
He seemed for an instant to forget his great trouble, and his face went to warm suns.h.i.+ne like a boy's; but it was as sun playing on a scarred fortress. Presently the light faded out of his face and left it like iron smouldering from the bellows.
”Well,” he said, ”you see there was a s.h.i.+p to go almost the last of the season, and I said to my wife, 'Mamette, it is the last time I shall be pilot. You must come with me and bring the child, and they will put us off at Father Point, and then we will come back slow to the village on the good Ste. Anne and live there ver' quiet.' When I say that to her she laugh back at me and say, 'Beau! beau!' and she laugh in the child's eyes, and speak--nom de Dieu! she speak so gentle and light--and say to the child: 'Would you like go with your father a pretty journey down the gulf?' And the little child laugh back at her, and shake its soft brown hair over its head. They were both so glad to go. I went to the captain of the s.h.i.+p. I say to him, 'I will take my wife and my little child, and when we come to Father Point we will go ash.o.r.e.' Bien, the captain laugh big, and it was all right. That was long time ago--long time.”
He paused again, threw his head back with a despairing toss, his chin dropped on his breast, his hands clasped between his knees, and his pipe, laid beside him on the bench, was forgotten.
Pierre quietly put some wood upon the fire, opened his kit, drew out from it a little flask of rum and laid it upon the bench beside the pipe. A long time pa.s.sed. At last Gaspard roused himself with a long sigh, turned and picked up the pipe, but, seeing the flask of rum, lifted it, and took one long swallow before he began to fill and light his pipe. There came into his voice something of iron hardness as he continued his story.
”Alors, we went into the boat. As we travelled down the gulf a great storm came out of the north. We thought it would pa.s.s, but it stayed on.
When we got to the last place where the pilot could land, the waves were running like hills to the sh.o.r.e, and no boat could live between the s.h.i.+p and the point. For myself, it was nothing--I am a strong man and a great swimmer. But when a man has a wife and a child, it is differen'. So the s.h.i.+p went on out into the ocean with us. Well, we laugh a little, and think what a great brain I had when I say to my wife: 'Come and bring the child for the last voyage of Gaspard the pilot.' You see, there we were on board the s.h.i.+p, everything ver' good, plenty to eat, much to drink, to smoke, all the time. The sailors, they were ver' funny, and to see them take my child, my little Babette, and play with her as she roll on the deck--merci, it was gran'! So I say to my wife:
”'This will be bon voyage for all.' But a woman, she has not the mind like a man. When a man laugh in the sun and think nothing of evil, a woman laugh too, but there come a little quick sob to her lips. You ask her why, and she cannot tell. She know that something will happen. A man has great idee, a woman great sight. So my wife, she turn her face away all sad from me then, and she was right--she was right!
”One day in the ocean we pa.s.s a s.h.i.+p--only two days out. The s.h.i.+p signal us. I say to my wife: 'Ha, ha! now we can go back, maybe, to the good Ste. Anne.' Well, the s.h.i.+ps come close together, and the captain of the other s.h.i.+p he have something importan' with ours. He ask if there will be chance of pilot into the gulf, because it is the first time that he visit Quebec. The captain swing round and call to me. I go up. I bring my wife and my little Babette; and that was how we sail back to the great gulf.
”When my wife step on board that s.h.i.+p I see her face get pale, and something strange in her eyes. I ask her why; she do not know, but she hug Babette close to her breast with a kind of fear. A long, low, black s.h.i.+p, it could run through every sea. Soon the captain come to me and say: 'You know the coast, the north coast of the gulf, from Labrador to Quebec?' I tell him yes. 'Well,' he say, 'do you know of a bay where few s.h.i.+ps enter safe?' I think a moment and I tell him of Belle Amour. Then he say, ver' quick: 'That is the place; we will go to the bay of Belle Amour.' He was ver' kind to my face; he give my wife and child good berth, plenty to eat and drink, and once more I laugh; but my wife--there was in her face something I not understan'. It is not easy to understan' a woman. We got to the bay. I had pride: I was young. I was the best pilot in the St. Lawrence, and I took in the s.h.i.+p between the reefs of the bay, where they run like a gridiron, and I laugh when I swing the s.h.i.+p all ver' quick to the right, after we pa.s.s the reefs, and make a curve round--something. The captain pull me up and ask why. But I never tell him that. I not know why I never tell him. But the good G.o.d put the thought into my head, and I keep it to this hour, and it never leave me, never--never!”
He slowly rubbed his hands up and down his knees, took another sip of rum, and went on:
”I brought the s.h.i.+p close up to the sh.o.r.e, and we go to anchor. All that night I see the light of a fire on the sh.o.r.e. So I slide down and swim to the sh.o.r.e. Under a little arch of rocks something was going on.
I could not tell, but I know from the sound that they are to bury something. Then, all at once, it come to me--this is a pirate s.h.i.+p! I come closer and closer to the light, and then I see a dreadful thing.
There was the captain and the mate, and another. They turn quick upon two other men--two sailors--and kill them. Then they take the bodies and wound them round some casks in a great hole, and cover it all up. I understan'. It is the old legend that a dead body will keep gold all to itself, so that no one shall find it. Mon Dieu!”--his voice dropped low and shook in his throat--”I give one little cry at the sight, and then they see me. There were three. They were armed; they sprang upon me and tied me. Then they fling me beside the fire, and they cover up the hole with the gold and the bodies.
”When that was done they take me back to the s.h.i.+p, then with pistols at my head they make me pilot the s.h.i.+p out into the bay again. As we went they make a chart of the place. We travel along the coast for one day; and then a great storm of snow come, and the captain say to me: 'Steer us into harbour.' When we are at anchor, they take me and my wife, and little child and put us ash.o.r.e alone, with a storm and the bare rocks and the dreadful night, and leave us there, that we shall never tell the secret of the gold. That night my wife and my child die in the snow.”
Here his voice became strained and slow. ”After a long time I work my way to an Injin camp. For months I was a child in strength, all my flesh gone. When the spring come I went and dug a deeper grave for my wife, and p't.i.te Babette, and leave them there, where they had died. But I come to the bay of Belle Amour, because I knew some day the man with the devil's heart would come back for his gold, and then would arrive my time--the hour of G.o.d!”
He paused. ”The hour of G.o.d,” he repeated slowly. ”I have waited twenty years, but he has not come; yet I know that he will come. I feel it here”--he touched his forehead; ”I know it here”--he tapped his heart.
”Once where my heart was, there is only one thing, and it is hate, and I know--I know--that he will come. And when he comes--” He raised his arm high above his head, laughed wildly, paused, let the hand drop, and then fell to staring into the fire.
Pierre again placed the flask of rum between his fingers. But Gaspard put it down, caught his arms together across his breast, and never turned his face from the fire. Midnight came, and still they sat there silent. No man had a greater gift in waiting than Pierre. Many a time his life had been a swivel, upon which the comedies and tragedies of others had turned. He neither loved nor feared men: sometimes he pitied them. He pitied Gaspard. He knew what it is to have the heartstrings stretched out, one by one, by the hand of a Gorgon, while the feet are chained to the rocking world.
Not till the darkest hour of the morning did the two leave their silent watch and go to bed. The sun had crept stealthily to the door of the but before they rose again. Pierre laid his hand upon Gaspard's shoulder as they travelled out into the morning, and said: ”My friend, I understand.
Your secret is safe with me; you shall take me to the place where the gold is buried, but it shall wait there until the time is ripe. What is gold to me? Nothing. To find gold--that is the trick of any fool. To win it or to earn it is the only game. Let the bodies rot about the gold.
You and I will wait. I have many friends in the northland, but there is no face in any tent door looking for me. You are alone: well, I will stay with you. Who can tell--perhaps it is near at hand--the hour of G.o.d!”
The huge hard hand of Gaspard swallowed the small hand of Pierre, and, in a voice scarcely above a whisper, he answered: ”You shall be my comrade. I have told you all, as I have never told it to my G.o.d. I do not fear you about the gold--it is all cursed. You are not like other men; I will trust you. Some time you also have had the throat of a man in your fingers, and watched the life spring out of his eyes, and leave them all empty. When men feel like that, what is gold--what is anything!
There is food in the bay and on the hills.