Part 5 (1/2)

As the story ended, Risk thanked the narrator in behalf of the auditory, adding, ”The storm will probably change to a thaw before morning, and if it does we must be on hand bright and early, for it will bring the main body of 'the first flight.'”

As the company rose to retire, Ben approached La Salle. ”Will you tell me why you made us leave decoys at every hundred yards?”

”To help us find the way back, should we fail to reach the sh.o.r.e. We could have lived out a night like this in my ice-boat, but we should long since have been sleeping our last sleep beneath the snow-wreaths, had we lost our way upon the floes.”

At daybreak La Salle awoke, but turned again to his pillow, as he noted the snow-flakes form in tiny drifts against the lower window panes; and it was nine o'clock before the tired sportsmen completed their hasty toilet, and seated themselves around the breakfast table.

CHAPTER III.

THE SILVER THAW.--A FOX HUNT.--ANTHONY WORRELL'S DOG.

The snow at nine o'clock had ceased to fall, but had given place to a thick hail, which rattled merrily on roof and window pane, but soon became softer, and mingled with rain as the wind veered more to the east and south.

”We are in for a heavy thaw,” said the elder Davies, ”and to-morrow we shall have good sport. It is hardly worth while to get wet to the skin, however, for what few birds we shall get to-day.”

”Charley,” said the younger Davies, ”let us go down to the bar and look up our decoys, for if we have a heavy thaw they may all be washed away and lost.”

Putting on their water-proof coats, boots, and sou'westers, the young men took their guns and started for the eastern end of the island. The drifts were very heavy along the fences and under the steep banks which overhung the eastern and northern sh.o.r.es of the island, and huge hummocks, white, smooth, and unbroken, showed where the snow had entombed huge bergs and fantastic pinnacles. Facing the storm with some difficulty, they got out as far as the ice-boat of La Salle, which they found completely covered to the depth of two or three feet.

”We should have been smothered if we had taken refuge there last night,”

said Ben, as he proceeded to search for the buried decoys.

”I think not; for men can breathe below a great depth of snow, and I have heard of sheep being taken alive from a heavy drift after an entombment of twenty or thirty days.”

The decoys were soon gathered, and they proceeded to the farther stand, where they took the same precaution against the expected flooding of the floes, piling the decoys into the box until a pyramid of clumsy wooden birds rose several feet above the level of the ice, which was fast becoming soft, and covered with dirty pools of snow water and nasty ”sludge.”

A FOX HUNT.

”Here is the track of a fox,” cried Davies, ”and here is where he has killed a goose this morning;” and La Salle, on hastening to the spot, found a fresh trail leading from the main land, and beside the last decoy a slight depression around which loose feathers and clots of blood told in unmistakable terms that a single bird, and not improbably a wounded one, had alighted amid the decoys, and trusting to the vigilance of his supposed companions, had fallen an easy prey to his soft-footed a.s.sailant.

”Here comes one-armed Peter on his track,” said La Salle; and in a few moments a tall, finely-built, middle-aged Micmac came noiselessly up, bearing in his only remaining hand, not a gun, but an axe.

”Where's your gun, Peter?” said Ben, carelessly; ”you don't expect to kill a fox with an axe--do you?”

The Indian's brow contracted a little, and instantly relaxed, as he answered, ”That not fox track at all; that Indian dog, I guess. Martin Mitch.e.l.l have dog; lun alound like that. No good dog that. Sposum mine, kill um.”

”Yes, Peter, I've no doubt you'd like to kill that dog very well. See, he finds his own living for himself. He killed a goose here last night, I see. I s'pose your Indian dogs will eat geese raw, but mine never would. He sat down here a moment after he had killed his bird, and left the marks of a very bushy tail. Here's some of the hair, too. By thunder! 'tis the hair of a black fox.”

The Indian laughed silently, with no little admiration of the close observation of the other visible in his countenance. ”Yes, that black fox. I see his track last night; trail him two tree mile dis morning. No use try to fool you; fool other white man over back there; you know trail well as Indian. No use carry gun, I think; fox in wet weather get in hollow tlee, or under big loot. I cut down tlee and knock on head with axe. But if fox on island, I lose him; no tlee there at all big enough.”

”Well, Peter, his trail is straight for the end of the point, and he must be in the swamp at the other end of the island. We'll go with you and surround the swamp while you enter it. If you fail to tree him, we'll shoot him when he breaks cover, and we'll divide equally whether one or two help to kill him.” And La Salle, resting the b.u.t.t of his heavy gun on his boot, drew his load of loose shot, and subst.i.tuted an Eley's cartridge, containing two ounces of large ”swan-drops.”

A cloud settled upon the smiling face of the Indian, and he broke forth vehemently, ”I no want you to help me. I need _all_ that money; you got plenty. I been sick, had sick boy, sick old woman,--bery sick. I see that fox two time. No got gun; borrow money on him to pay doctor, and get blead. I borrow gun one day; sit all day, no get nothing; go home, nothing to eat. Next day, man use his own gun, kill plenty. I know fox in wet day find hollow tlee; no like to wet his tail. I say to-day I kill him, get good gun, get cloes, get plenty blead and tee. I _know_ I kill that fox.”

”Well, Peter, we won't trouble you. We'll go to see you kill him, and watch out to see that he don't get clear,” said Davies; and the Indian, rather hesitatingly, a.s.sented.

There was little woodcraft in following the ”sign,” for the tracks were deeply impressed in the soft snow, and the heavy body and long neck of his prey had left numerous impressions where the fox had rested for a moment. In the course of half an hour the party had gained the sh.o.r.e, and, pa.s.sing through several fields, found themselves in a heavy growth of beech and maple.