Part 27 (1/2)

Elsewhere the river widened occasionally into something like a lake, with wooded islets on its calm surface, while everywhere the water, earth, and air teemed with animal life--fish, flesh, fowl, and insect.

It was such a sight of G.o.d's beautiful earth as may still be witnessed by those who, leaving the civilised world behind, plunge into the vast wildernesses that exist to this day in North America.

Beautiful though it was, however, the Nors.e.m.e.n had small leisure and not much capacity to admire it, being pre-occupied and oppressed by anxiety as to the fate of the children. Still, in spite of this, a burst of admiration would escape them ever and anon as they pa.s.sed rapidly along.

The first night they came to the spot where the natives had encamped the night before, and all hands were very sanguine of overtaking them quickly. They went about the encampment examining everything, stirring up the embers of the fires, which were still hot, and searching for little footprints.

Hake's unerring bow had supplied the party with fresh venison and some wild-geese. While they sat over the fires that night roasting steaks and enjoying marrow-bones, they discussed their prospects.

”They have got but a short start of us,” said Karlsefin, looking thoughtfully into the fire, before which he reclined on a couch of pine-branches, ”and if we push on with vigour, giving ourselves only just sufficient repose to keep up our strength, we shall be sure to overtake them in a day or two.”

”It may be so,” said Thorward, with a doubtful shake of the head; ”but you know, brother, that a stern chase is usually a long one.”

Thorward was one of those unfortunate men who get the credit of desiring to throw wet blankets and cold water upon everything, whereas, poor man, his only fault was a tendency to view things critically, so as to avoid the evil consequences of acting on the impulse of an over-sanguine temperament. Thorward was a safe adviser, but was not a pleasant one, to those who regard all objection as opposition, and who don't like to look difficulties full in the face. However, there is no question that it would have been better for him, sometimes, if he had been gifted with the power of holding his tongue!

His friend Karlsefin, however, fully appreciated and understood him.

”True,” said he, with a quiet smile, ”as you say, a stern chase is a long one; nevertheless we are not _far_ astern, and that is what I count on for shortening the chase.”

”That is a just remark,” said Thorward gravely, applying a marrow-bone to his lips, and drinking the semi-liquid fat therefrom as if from a cup; ”but I think you might make it (this is most excellent marrow!) a still shorter chase if you would take my advice.--Ho! Krake, hand me another marrow-bone. It seems to me that Vinland deer have a peculiar sweetness, which is not so obvious in those of Norway, though perchance it is hunger which gives the relish; and yet can I truly say that I have been hungered in Norway. However, I care not to investigate reasons too closely while I am engaged in the actual practice of consumption.”

Here he put another marrow-bone to his lips, and sucked out the contents with infinite gusto.

”And what may your advice be?” asked his friend, laughing.

”I'll wager that Hake could tell you if his mouth were not too full,”

replied Thorward, with a smile.

”Say, thou thrall, before refilling that capacious cavern, what had best be done in order to increase our speed?”

Hake checked a piece of wild-fowl on its pa.s.sage to his mouth, and, after a moment's consideration, replied that in his opinion lightening the load of the canoe was the best thing to be done.

”And say,” continued Thorward, beginning to [eat] a large drumstick, ”how may _that_ be done?”

”By leaving our provisions behind,” answered Hake.

”Ha! did not I say that he could tell you?” growled Thorward between his teeth, which were at that moment conflicting with the sinewy part of the drumstick.

”There is something in that,” remarked Karlsefin.

”_Something_ in it!” exclaimed Thorward, resting for a moment from his labours in order to wash all down with a cataract of water; ”why, there is everything in it. Who ever heard of a man running a race with a full stomach--much less winning it? If we would win we must voyage light; besides, what need is there to carry salt salmon and dried flesh with us when the woods are swarming with such as these, and when we have a man in our company who can bring down a magpie on the wing?”

”And that's true, if anything ever was,” observed Krake, who had been too busy up to that point to do more than listen.

Hake nodded his approval of the sentiment, and Karlsefin said that he quite agreed with it, and would act upon the advice next day.

”Just take a _very_ little salmon,” suggested Tyrker, with a sigh, ”for fear this good fortune should perhaps come suddenly to an end.”

There was a general laugh at Tyrker's caution, and Karlsefin said he was at liberty to fill his own pockets with salmon for his own use, if he chose.

”Sure it would be much better,” cried Krake, ”to eat a week's allowance all at once, and so save time and trouble.”