Part 4 (1/2)

CHAPTER FOUR.

THE WINTER JOURNEY.

It was not long before our travellers had a large s.p.a.ce cleared of snow, its floor spread with pine-branches, a roaring fire kindled, a couple of ptarmigan roasting and the tea-kettle bubbling, while the dogs in the background solaced themselves with raw birds to their heart's content.

Then the red-man and the white man smoked a friendly pipe. They would probably have smoked even if it had been an unfriendly pipe!

”I wonder,” said Macnab, who was apt to become speculative and philosophical over his pipe after supper, ”I wonder if dogs ever envy us our pipes? You look so comfortable, Big Otter, as you sit there with half-shut eyes letting the smoke trickle from your mouth and nose, that I can't help thinking they must feel envious. I'm sure that I should if I were not smoking!”

The Indian, who was neither a speculator nor a philosopher--though solemn enough for either or both--replied, ”Waugh!”

”Very true,” returned the Highlander, ”I have no doubt your opinion is quite correct, though not as clearly put as might be wished. Have you ever been at Fort Dunregan?”

”Once when Big Otter was a little boy, he stood beside the Great River,”

answered the Indian, gravely; ”but the white man had no tent there at that time.”

”The white man has got some pretty big tents there now--made of wood most of 'em,” returned Macnab. ”In a few days you shall judge for yourself, if all goes well.”

The red-man smoked over this remark in silence for a considerable time, evidently engaged in profound thought. He was one of those children of nature whose brains admit ideas slowly, and who, when they are admitted, turn them round and round and inside out without much apparent advantage.

At last he looked earnestly at his companion and asked--”Is there fire-water at Fort Dunregan?”

”Well, no--I believe not. At least there is none for red-men. Why do you ask? Did you ever taste fire-water?”

The Indian's dark eyes seem to gleam with unwonted light as he replied in tones more solemn than usual:--

”Yes. Once--only once--a white brother gave some fire-water to Big Otter.”

”Humph!” e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed Macnab, ”and what did you think of it!”

”Waugh!” exclaimed the red-man, sending a cloud out of his mouth with such energy that it seemed like a little cannon-shot, while he glared at his friend like a superannuated owl. ”Big Otter thought that he was in the happy hunting-grounds with his fathers; his heart was so light and his limbs were so strong, but that was only a dream--he was still in this world. Then he took a little more fire-water, and the dream became a reality! He was away with his fathers on the s.h.i.+ning plains; he chased the deer with the lightness of a boy and the strength of a bear.

He fought, and his foes fell before his strong arm like snowflakes on the river, but he scalped them not. He could not find them--they were gone. Big Otter was so strong that he had knocked both their lives and bodies into the unknown! He saw his father and his mother--and--his wife and the little one who--died. But he could not speak to them, for the foes came back again, and he fought and took some more fire-water to make him fight better; then the world went on fire, the stars came down from the sky like snow when the wind is high. The Big Otter flew up into the air, and then--forgot--”

”Forgot what?” asked Macnab, much interested in his red friend's idea of intoxication.

”Forgot everything,” replied the Indian, with a look of solemn perplexity.

”Well, I don't wonder; you must have had a good swig, apparently. How did ye feel next morning?”

If the Indian's looks were serious before, they became indescribably solemn now.

”Big Otter felt,” he replied with bated breath, ”like bags of shot-- heavy like the great stones. He could scarcely move; all his joints were stiff. Food was no longer pleasant to his tongue. When he tried to swallow, it would not remain, but came forth again. He felt a wish to drink up the river. His head had an evil spirit inside which squeezed the brain and tried to burst open the skull. His eyes, also, were swelled up so that he could hardly see, and his nose was two times more big than the day before.”

”That must have been an awful size, Big Otter, considering the size of it by nature! And what d'ye think was the cause of it all?”

As this question involved thought, the Indian smoked his pipe in silence for some time, staring for inspiration into the fire.

”It must have been,” he at length replied, ”hunting with his fathers before the right time had come. Big Otter was not dead, and he chased the deer too much, perhaps, or fought too much. It may be that, having only his earth-body, he ate too much.”

”Don't ye think it's just possible,” suggested Macnab, ”that, having only your earth-body, you _drank_ too much?”