Connie Morgan in the Fur Country Part 20
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for a couple of years he come in twice a year for the tradin'. Then, one time he never come back. The Mounted made some inquiries a couple years later, but that's all I know'd. He had a cabin down in this country some place, but they couldn't find it--an' the Injuns didn't seem to know anything about him. Pierre, here, would know, if anyone did." He turned to the Indian and addressed him in jargon. "_k.u.mtux Boston man nem James Dean?_"
The Indian fidgeted uneasily, and glanced nervously, first toward one window and then the other. "_S'pose memaloose_," he answered shortly, and putting on his cap, abruptly left the room.
"Well, what do you think of that?" exclaimed McKeever. "Says he thinks he's dead, and then up an' beat it. The case might stand a little investigatin' yet. Looks to me like that Injun knew a whole lot more than he told."
McTavish shook his head. "No, Dan, I don't think ye're right. Leastways, not altogether. I've known this band of Indians for years. They're all right. And Pierre Bonnet Rouge is the best one of the lot. His actions were peculiar, but they were actions of fear, not of guilt or of a man trying to cover up guilty knowledge. He believes Dean is dead--and for some reason, he fears his ghost."
"The factor is right," agreed Connie. "There's some kind of a _tamahnawus_ that he's afraid of--and somehow he believes it's connected with Dean."
McKeever nodded. "That's about the size of it. And when you run up against their superst.i.tions, you might as well save your time as far as any investigatin' goes. I'd like to know what's on his mind, though."
"Maybe I'll run on to the end of his trail," said Connie. "It's a pretty cold trail by this time--but I might."
"Maybe you will, son," a.s.sented McKeever. "An' if you do, be sure to let me know. I'd kind of like to clean up the record."
Good-byes were said the following morning, and Connie and 'Merican Joe, their sleds piled high with caribou meat, pulled out for their little cabin where for the next three days they were busy freshening up their trap line, and resetting rabbit and lynx snares.
"Dat 'bout tam we start in to trap de fox, now," observed 'Merican Joe, as he and Connie finished skinning out the last of the martens that had been taken from the traps. "Dat de bes' kin' trappin'. De leetle fox she de smartes' of all de people, an' w'en you set de fox trap you never kin tell w'at you goin' git."
"Never can tell what you're going to get?" asked Connie. "Why, you're going to get a fox, if you're lucky, ain't you?"
"Yes--but de fox, she so many kin'. An' every kin' some differ'. De bes'
fox of all, he is de black wan, den com' de black silver, an' de silver grey. Dem all fine fox, an' git de big price for de skin. Den com' de cross fox. Lots of kin' of cross fox. Firs' com' de black cross, den de dark cross, den de common cross, den de light cross. All de cross fox pret' good fox, too. Den com' de blue fox--dark blue, an' light blue.
Den com' de red fox--bright red, an' light red, an' pale red--de pale red ain' no mooch good. She de wors' fox dere is. Even de white fox is better, an' de white fox is mor' differ' as all de fox. She de only fox w'at is good to eat, an' she de only fox w'at is easy to trap. She ain't got no sense. She walk right in de trap. But de res' of de fox she plent' hard to trap--she ain' goin' roun' where she git de man-scent.
Dat why I hang de two pair of moccasins an' de mittens out on de _cache_, so she don' git no camp-scent on 'em."
The following morning 'Merican Joe took from the _cache_ the dozen steel traps he had placed there when the platform was first built. Also he brought down the moccasins and mittens that had lain exposed to the air.
Then, drawing on the mittens, he proceeded to cut into small chunks portions of the carca.s.s of the bear which he placed in a bag of green caribou skin.
"Those traps look pretty small for foxes," opined Connie, as he reached to pick one up from the snow.
'Merican Joe pushed back his hand before it touched the trap. "Don't pick 'em up!" he cried, "Dey git de man-scent on 'em. W'at you t'ink I'm keep 'em out on de _cache_ for? W'en you touch dem trap you got to put on de mitten lak I got--de mitten dat ain' be'n in de cabin. An' dem trap ain' too leetle. If you set de beeg trap for de fox, dat ain' no good. She git caught high up on de leg, an' de beeg spring bre'k de leg an den de leg freeze an' in wan hour de fox giv' de pull an' de leg twist off, an' de fox run away--an' nex' tam you bet you ain' ketch dat fox no mor'. Any fox she hard to ketch, but de t'ree legged fox she de hardes' t'ing in de worl' to trap--she too mooch smart. You got to git de trap jes right for de fox. You got to ketch 'em right in de pads where de foot is thick an' strong an' don' bust an' freeze. Den you hol'
'em good."
Slipping on the outside moccasins over their others, the two trappers struck out for a small lake they had pa.s.sed on the caribou hunt--a lake that lay between the foot of a high ridge and the open tundra upon which they had struck the trail of the two caribou bulls. Connie carried the light rifle, and Leloo accompanied them, running free.
That night they camped comfortably upon the sh.o.r.e of the lake, with their blankets spread beneath a light fly. They slept late and it was long after sunrise the following morning when they started out with their traps. Fox tracks were numerous along the sh.o.r.e, some of them leading back onto the ridge, and others heading across the lake in the direction of the open tundra. Connie was beginning to wonder why 'Merican Joe did not set his traps, when the Indian paused and carefully scrutinized a long narrow point that jutted out into the lake. The irregularity of the surface of the snow showed that the point was rocky, and here and there along its edge a small clump of stunted willows rattled their dry branches in the breeze. The Indian seemed satisfied and, walking to the ridge, cut a stick some five or six feet long which he slipped through the ring of a trap, securing the ring to the middle of the stick. A few feet beyond one of the willow clumps, nearly at the end of the point, the Indian stooped, and with his ax cut a trench in the snow the length of the stick, and about eight or ten inches in depth. In this trench he placed the stick, and packed the snow over it.
He now made a smaller trench the length of the trap chain, at the end of which he pressed the snow down with the back of his mitten until he had made a depression into which he could place the trap with its jaws set flat, so that the pan would lie some two inches below the level of the snow. From his bag he drew some needles which he carefully arranged so that they radiated from the pan to the jaws in such manner as would prevent snow from packing down and interfering with the springing of the trap. Then he broke out two pieces of snow-crust and, holding them over the depression which held the trap, rubbed them together until the trap was completely covered and the snow mounded slightly higher than the surrounding level. He then rubbed other pieces of crust over the trenches which held the clog, and the trap-chain. When that was finished he took from the bag a brush-broom, which he had made of light twigs as he walked along, and dusted the mounded snow lightly until the whole presented an unbroken surface, which would defy the sharpest-eyed fox to discover it had been tampered with. All this the Indian had done without moving from his tracks, and now from the bag he drew many pieces of bear meat which he tossed on to the snow close about the trap. Slowly, he backed away, being careful to set each snowshoe in its own track, and as he moved backward, he dusted the tracks full of snow with the brush-broom. For fifty or sixty feet he repeated this laborious operation, pausing now and then to toss a piece of meat upon the snow.
Connie surveyed the job with admiration. "No wonder you said foxes are hard to trap if you have to go to all that trouble to get 'em," smiled the boy.
"It ain' hard to do. It is, w'at you call careful. You mak' de trouble to be careful, you git de fox--you ain' mak' de trouble you ain' git no fox. Odder peoples you kin git mebbe-so, if you ain' so careful, but de fox, an' de wolf, you ain' git."
Leloo circled in from the ridge, and Connie called to him sharply. "Wish we hadn't brought him along," he said. "I'm afraid he'll get to smelling around the bait and get caught."
'Merican Joe shook his head. "No. Leloo, he ain' git caught. He too smart. He know w'at de bait for. He ain' goin' for smell dat bait. If de meat is 'live, an' run or fly, Leloo he grab him if he kin. If de meat dead Leloo he ain' goin' fool wit' dat meat. You feed him dead meat--me feed him dead meat--he eat it. But, if he fin' dead meat, he ain' eat it. He too mooch smart. He smart lak de wolf, an' he smart lak de dog, too."
CHAPTER XVI
THE VOICE FROM THE HILL
The sh.o.r.e of the lake was irregular, being a succession of rocky points between which narrow bays extended back to the foot of the ridge which grew higher and higher as the two progressed toward the upper end of the lake, where it terminated in a high hill upon the sides of which bold outcroppings of rock showed at intervals between thick patches of scrub timber.
It was well toward the middle of the afternoon when the two reached the head of the lake, a distance of some five or six miles from the starting point. All the steel traps had been set, and 'Merican Joe had constructed two deadfalls, which varied from those set for marten only by being more cunningly devised, and more carefully prepared.
"The other sh.o.r.e ain't so rough," said Connie, when the second deadfall was finished. "We can make better time going back."
'Merican Joe swept the flat, tundra-skirting eastern sh.o.r.e with a glance. "We ain' fool wit' dat sh.o.r.e. She too mooch no good for de fox.
We go back to camp an' tomor' we hont de nudder lak!"
"Look, what's that?" exclaimed Connie pointing toward a rocky ledge that jutted from the hillside a few rods back from the lake. "It looks like a _cache_!"
'Merican Joe scrutinized the arrangement of weather-worn poles that supported a sagging platform, and with a non-committal grunt, led the way toward the ledge. The spot was reached after a short climb, and by ascending to another ledge close behind the first, the two were able to look down upon the platform, which was raised about eight feet from the floor of its rock-ledge.
"Funny bunch of stuff to _cache_!" exclaimed the boy. "I'll tell you what it is, there's a grave here. I've seen the Indians over on the Yukon put stuff out beside a grave. It's for the dead man to use in the Happy Hunting Ground."
The Indian shook his head. "No. Ain' no grave here."
"Maybe they buried him there beside the rock," ventured the boy.
"No. Injun ain' bury lak' white man. If de man ees here, she would be on de rocks, lak de _cache_. Injun lay de dead man on de rock an' mak' de leetle pole house for um."
"Well, what in thunder would anyone want to _cache_ that stuff 'way out here for? Look, there's a blanket, and it's been here so long it's about rotted to pieces, and a pipe, and moccasins, and there's the stock of a rifle sticking out beneath the blanket--those things have been there a long time--a year or two at least. But there's grub there, too. And the grub is fresh--it hasn't been there more than a month."
'Merican Joe was silent, and as the boy turned toward him, he caught him glancing furtively over his shoulder toward the dark patches of timber that blotched the hillside. "I ain' lak dis place. She no good," he muttered, as he caught the boy's glance.
"What's the matter with it?" smiled Connie. "What do you make of it?"
For answer, 'Merican Joe turned abruptly and descended to the sh.o.r.e of the lake. At the extremity of a rocky point that afforded a sweeping view of the great hillside, he stopped and waited for Connie to join him. "Dis place, she ain' no good," he reiterated, solemnly.
"What's the matter with it?" repeated the boy. "You said all along, until we came across that _cache_, that it was a dandy lake to trap foxes on."
"Good for fox, mebbe--but no good for Injun. Me--I'm t'ink I'm pull up dem trap, an' fin' som' nudder place."
"Pull up nothing!" cried the boy. "After all that work setting them?
Buck up! What's the matter with you anyhow?"
"Dat _cache_--she lak you say--lak de grave _cache_. But dey ain' no grave! Dat mus' got to be de _tamahnawus cache_!"
"_Tamahnawus cache!_" laughed the boy. "_Tamahnawuses_ don't make caches.
And besides there ain't any _tamahnawuses_! Don't you remember the other _tamahnawus_--that turned out to be a man in a moose hide? I've heard a lot about 'em--but I never saw one yet."
'Merican Joe regarded the boy gravely. "Dat better you don't see no _tamahnawus_, neider. You say, 'ain' no _tamahnawus_, 'cos I ain' see none'. Tell me, is dere any G.o.d?"
"Why, yes, of course there's a G.o.d," answered the boy, quickly.
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