The Lost Wagon Part 28
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"What's the matter?"
"Why couldn't they have waited until we came along?"
"Don't talk foolis.h.!.+" Joe ordered sternly. "Besides, if it was Indians, they'd have taken the wagon too."
"Unless," Tad pointed out, "they were driven away by people shooting from other wagons."
"That could be too, and maybe some fool driver just drove his oxen to death. Anyhow, we'd better be moving."
"My guess is sick or poisoned oxen," he explained to Emma when he got back on the seat and took the reins. "There aren't any bullet holes in the wagon cover."
"Oh, I do hope that whoever was in there is all right!"
"They probably are," Joe rea.s.sured her. "Probably picked up by another wagon."
They drove on, sobered by this evidence of certain accident, and possible tragedy, along the Oregon Trail. The hard trail continued; rain country was definitely behind. But a cold north wind still blew and Joe urged on the mules. There was no summer weather behind that wind and he had no desire to be caught out here when snow fell. For a moment they rode in silence, and it seemed that there was something alien among them. Even the children were still, and Emma turned to Joe, vaguely puzzled.
"Do you hear anything?"
"By gosh, I thought I did."
"I too."
There was a distant, muted throbbing that came to them in discordant tempo, like a wind that blows in blasts instead of with steady force.
But the wind around the wagon was still steady and still from the north. Joe twisted uneasily on the wagon seat, for it seemed to him that there was much he should know about this that he did not know. He had a sense of danger, which was silly, for no danger threatened. The mules bobbed uneasy heads.
"Hey, Pa!"
Tad's voice was desperate and wild. Running hard, the youngster appeared on a near-by knoll. Joe stopped the team and waited, while fear's cold fingers caressed his spine. Tad's jacket was open, his face sweat-streaked, and he had run so far and so fast that he gasped for breath.
"My gos.h.!.+" he yelled. "Must be a million of 'em!"
"A million what?"
"Buffalo!" Tad gasped. "And they're headin' this way!"
"Get in quick!"
"How about Mike?"
Joe leaped from the wagon, cradled the dog in his arms, handed him up to Emma, and helped his exhausted son. He cracked the bull whip over both mules and gave them free rein.
"Hi-eee! Get up there!"
The mules sprang forward, jerking their traces tight, and the whip cracked over them again. They broke into a wild gallop while the wagon jolted over some unseen obstacle. Joe braced his feet and shouted to Emma,
"Get in back!"
She slid over the seat into the wagon box, and crouched down, drawing the children close to her while Joe cracked his whip again. He breathed a silent prayer as he did so. Though he knew nothing about buffalo stampedes, he had seen cattle run wild. Surely this must be worse.
Then the mules needed no whipping, for the first of the buffalo were in sight. Up a knoll they surged, and down the other side. Tightly packed, those in front could not have turned if they would, for those in back forced them on. A flowing, brown sea of beasts, the noise of their hoofs drowned all other noises and the very earth seemed to shake.
The mules were racing for their lives now, and they knew it. Curbing them not at all and letting them choose their own course, Joe risked one sidewise glance at the stampeding herd. There were a vast number of buffalo, Joe could not even guess how many, and they were going to cross the Oregon Trail. Above the thunder of their hoofs Joe heard Tad's scream,
"Pa!"
"What?" Joe roared back.
"Can I use the rifle?"
"Yes!"
Some great and terrible thing, some mighty force, b.u.mped the wagon and sent it slewing sidewise. Joe slanted the reins forward, as though by so doing he might give the mules more speed, and willed wings onto their hoofs. He heard the rifle's spiteful crack. Then the mules slowed of their own accord and he knew they were safe, but by a very narrow margin. The wagon had actually been b.u.mped by one of the running buffalo. Joe drew the panting mules to a halt and looked back to see the great herd still running.
"Got one!" Tad gloated. "Got one and there it lays!"
"You were a long time shooting," Joe complained.
"Shucks, didn't want to shoot one out of the middle. The rest would have pounded it to bits. I wanted to get one of the rear-most so we'd have somethin' to eat."
Joe turned to look at his son with surprise and admiration. "That was right good thinking!"
Pale and shaken, Emma took her place on the seat beside Joe. Barbara wiped her face with a handkerchief. Too young to appreciate the danger they had avoided, the younger children stood with open mouths, staring at the fleeing buffalo. Joe squeezed Emma's hand.
"What on earth could have brought that on?" she gasped.
"I don't know. Maybe hunters started the herd and it just didn't stop."
"How terribly close!"
"Too close!"
Tad asked eagerly, "Can I take the rifle and go see my buffalo, Pa?"
"Go ahead."
He watched closely while Tad climbed out of the wagon and Mike leaped after him. Before leaving the wagon's shelter, Tad reloaded the rifle and Joe nodded approvingly. Tad was no fool. The buffalo was down, but n.o.body had proved that it could not get up and Tad wanted to be ready if it did. Joe continued to watch, not joining Tad because this rightly belonged to him. It was a prize worthy of note, and because he himself had brought it down, it would help shape Tad's manhood if n.o.body else interfered. Joe gave the youngster time to reach and admire his game, then swung the mules to follow.
Barbara shuddered, but braced herself. "Can I help you with it, Daddy?"
Joe said gently, "I don't think so, Bobby."
"Then I'll take the youngsters for a walk. It will keep them out of mischief."
"Wanna see the buffalo!" Alfred protested.
Emma said, "Ally, you go with Barbara."
Joe stopped to let Barbara take the younger children and drove on. The buffalo was a fat cow with a big hump, and Joe thought curiously that he had never really known before how large buffalo can be. He looked at Emma's happy eyes, and knew what she was thinking. The Tower family still had problems, but short rations was no longer one of them.
The Lost Wagon Part 28
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