The Magnetic North Part 23
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They did the impossible--they made room, and turned back the buffalo-skin. Only the big Colonel, who was most in the way of all, sat, not stirring, staring in the fire. Such a look on the absent, tender face as the great masters, the divinest poets cannot often summon, but which comes at the call of some foolish old nursery jingle, some fragment of half-forgotten folk-lore, heard when the world was young--when all hearing was music, when all sight was "pictures," when every sense brought marvels that seemed the everyday way of the wonderful, wonderful world.
For an obvious reason it is not through the utterances of the greatest that the child receives his first intimations of the beauty and the mystery of things. These come in lowly guise with familiar everyday voices, but their eloquence has the incommunicable grace of infancy, the promise of the first dawn, the menace of the first night.
"Do you remember the thing about the screech-owl and the weather signs?" said the Colonel, roused at last by the jig on his toes and the rattle of improvised "bones" almost in his face.
"Reckon I do, honey," said the Boy, his feet still flying and flapping on the hard earthen floor.
"_'Wen de screech-owl light on de gable en'
En holler, Who--ool oh--oh!'_"
He danced up and hooted in Kaviak's face.
"_'Den yo' bettah keep yo eyeball peel, Kase 'e bring bad luck t' yo'.
Oh--oh! oh-oh!'_"
Then, sinking his voice, dancing slowly, and glancing anxiously under the table:
"_'Wen de ole black cat widdee yalla eyes Slink round like she atterah mouse, Den yo' bettah take keer yo'self en frien's, Kase deys sholy a witch en de house.'_"
An awful pause, a s.h.i.+ver, and a quick change of scene, indicated by a gurgling whoop, ending in a quacking:
"_'Wen de puddle-duck'e leave de pon', En start t' comb e fedder, Den yo' bettah take yo' omberel, Kase deys gwine tubbee wet wedder.'_"
"Now comes the speckly rooster," the Colonel prompted.
The Boy crowed long and loud:
"_'Effer ole wile rooster widder speckly tail Commer crowin' befoh de do', En yo got some comp'ny a'ready, Yo's gwinter have some mo'.'_"
Then he grunted, and went on all fours. "Kaviak!" he called, "you take warnin'----
"_'Wen yo' see a pig agoin' along--'_"
Look here: Kaviak's never seen a pig! I call it a shame.
_"'Wen yo' see a pig agoin' along Widder straw en de sider 'is mouf, It'll be a tuhble winter, En yo' bettuh move down Souf.'"_
He jumped up and dashed into a breakdown, clattering the bones, and screeching:
_"'Squirl he got a bushy tail, Possum's tail am bah, Racc.o.o.n's tail am ringed all roun'-- Touch him ef yo dah!
Rabbit got no tail at all, Cep a little bit o' bunch o' hah.'"_
The group on the floor, undoubtedly, liked that part of the entertainment that involved the breakdown, infinitely the best of all, but simultaneously, at its wildest moment, they all turned their heads to the door. Mac noticed the movement, listened, and then got up, lifted the latch, and cautiously looked out. The Boy caught a glimpse of the sky over Mac's shoulder.
"Jimminy Christmas!" He stopped, nearly breathless. "It can't be a fire. Say, boys! they're havin' a Blow-Out up in heaven."
The company crowded out. The sky was full of a palpitant light. An Indian appeared from round the stockade; he was still staring up at the stone chimney.
"Are we on fire?"
"How-do." He handed Father Wills a piece of dirty paper.
"Hah! Yes. All right. Andrew!"
Andrew needed no more. He bustled away to harness the dogs. The white men were staring up at the sky. "What's goin' on in heaven, Father?
S'pose you call this the Aurora Borealis--hey?"
"Yes," said the priest; "and finer than we often get it. We are not far enough north for the great displays."
He went in to put on his parki.
Mac, after looking out, had shut the door and stayed behind with Kaviak.
On Father Will's return Farva, speaking apparently less to the priest than to the floor, muttered: "Better let him stop where he is till his cold's better."
The Colonel came in.
"Leave the child here!" e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed the priest.
"--till he's better able to travel."
"Why not?" said the Colonel promptly.
"Well, it would be a kindness to keep him a few days. I'll _have_ to travel fast tonight."
"Then it's settled." Mac bundled Kaviak into the Boy's bunk.
When the others were ready to go out again, Farva caught up his fur coat and went along with them.
The dogs were not quite ready. The priest was standing a little absentmindedly, looking up. The pale green streamers were fringed with the tenderest rose colour, and from the corona uniting them at the zenith, they shot out across the heavens, with a rapid circular and lateral motion, paling one moment, flaring up again the next.
"Wonder what makes it," said the Colonel.
"Electricity," Mac snapped out promptly.
The priest smiled.
"One mystery for another."
He turned to the Boy, and they went on together, preceding the others, a little, on the way down the trail towards the river.
"I think you must come and see us at Holy Cross--eh? Come soon;" and then, without waiting for an answer: "The Indians think these flitting lights are the souls of the dead at play. But Yagorsha says that long ago a great chief lived in the North who was a mighty hunter. It was always summer up here then, and the big chief chased the big game from one end of the year to another, from mountain to mountain and from river to sea. He killed the biggest moose with a blow of his fist, and caught whales with his crooked thumb for a hook. One long day in summer he'd had a tremendous chase after a wonderful bird, and he came home without it, deadbeat and out of temper. He lay down to rest, but the sunlight never winked, and the unending glare maddened him. He rolled, and tossed, and roared, as only the Yukon roars when the ice rushes down to the sea. But he couldn't sleep. Then in an awful fury he got up, seized the day in his great hands, tore it into little bits, and tossed them high in the air. So it was dark. And winter fell on the world for the first time. During months and months, just to punish this great crime, there was no bright suns.h.i.+ne; but often in the long night, while the chief was wearying for summer to come again, he'd be tantalised by these little bits of the broken day that flickered in the sky. Coming, Andrew?" he called back.
The others trooped down-hill, dogs, sleds, and all. There was a great hand-shaking and good-byeing.
Nicholas whispered:
"You come Pymeut?"
The Magnetic North Part 23
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