The Magnetic North Part 34
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Nicholas paused.
"Hein!" said Father Brachet, "what is it!"
The Indian came in with two cups of hot tea and a cracker in each saucer. He stopped at the priest's side.
"You get sick, too. Please take. Supper little late." He nodded to Nicholas, and gave the white stranger the second cup. As he was going out: "Same man here in July. You know"--he tapped himself on the left side--"man with sore heart."
"Yansey?" said the priest quickly. "Well, what about Yansey?"
"He is here."
"But no! Wiz zose ozzers?"
"No, I think they took the dogs and deserted him. He's just been brought in by our boys; they are back with the moose-meat. Sore heart worse. He will die."
"Who's looking after him?"
"Brother Paul"; and he padded out of the room in his soft native shoes.
"Then Brother Paul has polished off Catherine," thought the Boy, "and he won't waste much time over a sore heart. It behoves us to hurry up with our penitence." This seemed to be Nicholas's view as well. He was beginning again in his own tongue.
"You know we like best for you to practise your English," said the priest gently; "I expect you speak very well after working so long on ze John J. Healy."
"Yes," Nicholas straightened himself. "Me talk all same white man now."
(He gleamed at the Boy: "Don't suppose I need you and your perfidious tongue.") "No; us Pymeuts no wicked!"
Again he turned away from the priest, and challenged the Boy to repeat the slander. Then with an insinuating air, "Shaman no say you wicked,"
he rea.s.sured the Father. "Shaman say Holy Cross all right. Cheechalko no good; Cheechalko bring devils; Cheechalko all same _him_," he wound up, flinging subterfuge to the winds, and openly indicating his faithless amba.s.sador.
"Strikes me I'm gettin' the worst of this argument all round. Brother Paul's been sailing into me on pretty much the same tack."
"No," said Nicholas, firmly; "Brother Paul no unnerstan'. _You_ unnerstan'." He came still nearer to the Father, speaking in a friendly, confidential tone. "You savvy! Plague come on steamboat up from St. Michael. One white man, he got coast sickness. Sun s.h.i.+ning.
Salmon run big. Yukon full o' boats. Two days: no canoe on river. Men all sit in tent like so." He let his mittens fall on the floor, crouched on his heels, and rocked his head in his hands. Springing up, he went on with slow, sorrowful emphasis: "Men begin die--"
"Zen we come," said the Father, "wiz nurses and proper medicine--"
Nicholas gave the ghost of a shrug, adding the damaging fact: "Sickness come to Holy Cross."
The Father nodded.
"We've had to turn ze schools into wards for our patients," he explained to the stranger. "We do little now but nurse ze sick and prepare ze dying. Ze Muzzer Superieure has broken down after heroic labours. Paul, I fear, is sickening too. Yes, it's true: ze disease came to us from Pymeut."
In the Father's mind was the thought of contagion courageously faced in order to succour "the least of these my brethren." In Nicholas's mind was the perplexing fact that these white men could bring sickness, but not stay it. Even the heap good people at Holy Cross were not saved by their deaf and impotent G.o.d.
"Fathers sick, eight Sisters sick, boy die in school, three girl die.
Holy Cross people kind--" Again he made that almost French motion of the shoulders. "Shaman say, 'Peeluck!' No good be kind to devils; scare 'em--make 'em run."
"Nicholas," the priest spoke wearily, "I am ashamed of you. I sought you had learned better. Zat old Shaman--he is a rare old rogue. What did you give him?"
Nicholas' mental processes may not have been flattering, but their clearness was unmistakable. If Father Brachet was jealous of the rival holy man's revenue, it was time to bring out the presents.
Ol' Chief had a fine lynx-skin over his arm. He advanced at a word from Nicholas, and laid it down before the Father.
"No!" said Father Brachet, with startling suddenness; "take it away and try to understand."
Nicholas approached trembling, but no doubt remembering how necessary it had been to add to the Shaman's offering before he would consent to listen with favour to Pymeut prayers, he pulled out of their respective hiding--places about his person a carved ivory spoon and an embroidered bird-skin pouch, advanced boldly under the fire of the Superior's keen eyes and sharp words, and laid the further offering on the lynx-skin at his feet.
"Take zem away," said the priest, interrupting his brief homily and standing up. "Don't you understand yet zat we are your friends wizzout money and wizzout price? We do not want zese sings. Shaman takes ivories from ze poor, furs from ze s.h.i.+vering, and food from zem zat starve. And he gives nossing in return--nossing! Take zese sings away; no one wants zem at Holy Cross."
Ol' Chief wiped his eyes pathetically. Nicholas, the picture of despair, turned in a speechless appeal to his despised amba.s.sador.
Before anyone could speak, the door-k.n.o.b rattled rudely, and the big bullet-head of a white man was put in.
"Pardon, mon Pere; cet homme qui vient de Minook--faudrait le coucher de suite--mais ou, mon Dieu, ou?"
While the Superior cogitated, "How-do, Brother Etienne?" said Nicholas, and they nodded.
Brother Etienne brought the rest of his heavy body half inside the door. He wore aged, weather-beaten breeches, and a black sweater over an old hickory s.h.i.+rt.
"Ses compagnons l'ont laisse, la, je crois. Mais ca ne durera pas longtemps."
"Faudra bien qu'il reste ici--je ne vois pas d'autre moyen," said the Father. "Enfin--on verra. Attendez quelques instants."
"C'est bien." Brother Etienne went out.
Ol' Chief was pulling the Boy's sleeve during the little colloquy, and saying, "You tell." But the Boy got up like one who means to make an end.
"You haven't any time or strength for this--"
"Oh yes," said Father Brachet, smiling, and arresting the impetuous movement. "Ziz is--part of it."
"Well," said the Boy, still hesitating, "they _are_ sorry, you know, _really_ sorry."
"You sink so?" The question rang a little sceptically.
"Yes, I do, and I'm in a position to know. You'd forgive them if you'd seen, as I did, how miserable and overwhelmed they were when Brother Paul--when--I'm not saying it's the highest kind of religion that they're so almighty afraid of losing your good opinion, but it--it gives you a hold, doesn't it?" And then, as the Superior said nothing, only kept intent eyes on the young face, the Boy wound up a little angrily: "Unless, of course, you're like Brother Paul, ready to throw away the power you've gained--"
"Paul serves a great and n.o.ble purpose--but--zese questions are--a--not in his province." Still he bored into the young face with those kind gimlets, his good little eyes, and--
"You are--one of us?" he asked, "of ze Church?"
"No, I--I'm afraid I'm not of any Church."
"Ah!"
"And I ought to take back 'afraid.' But I'm telling you the truth when I say there never were honester penitents than the Pymeuts. The whole Kachime's miserable. Even the girl, Ol' Chief's daughter she cried like anything when she thought Sister--"
"Winifred?"
"Sister Winifred would be disappointed in her."
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