The Buffalo Runners Part 11
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"Both," answered the invalid with decision. "We'll do both. We will paddle to Willow Point, and try for jack-fish on the way."
"Just so--the very thing, Little Bill. Are you ready to start?"
Billie professed himself quite ready. Archie took him on his back, replaced him in the stern of the canoe in company with the big stone, and then stepped gently into his own place at the bow, where a common trading gun, with the old-fas.h.i.+oned flint lock and single barrel, rested against the gunwale. Pus.h.i.+ng off they soon left Breakfast-isle far behind them, and crept swiftly along by the margin of the reeds.
On the way Billie cast out his fis.h.i.+ng-line. It was a strong cod-line, with a great cod-hook attached and a lump of fat pork on it; for Archie, in the fervour of hope coupled with piscatorial ignorance and a sanguine disposition, had strongly advised his brother to err, if err he must, on the safe side, and be prepared for anything, from a great lake-serpent to a fresh-water whale.
No civilised fish would have deigned to give a second thought to the obvious deception which a ma.s.s of indigestible pork presented, but fish of the backwoods--especially in the early years of this century--were not suspicious. An enormous pike, or "jack-fish," coveted that bait and took it. Not only so, but it took the great cod-hook and ten inches of the line besides.
A shout such as Billie had not uttered for many months announced the fact.
"Hi! hold on, Archie! Back water! I say, I'd believe I had hanked the bottom if it didn't tug in such a lively way!"
"Pay out line, Little Bill!" cried the other, looking over his shoulder with blazing eyes, but unable to render any a.s.sistance owing to the small size and crank nature of the canoe. "Stay, I'll turn about and become steersman, while you play the--whew! It's a whale! I say--ease off!"
"Ease off!" cried Billie in desperation; "how can I ease off, with only a few yards o' the line left?"
"Pitch the reel back to me then. I'll manage it!" cried Archie, who had converted the bow of the canoe into the stern--both ends being alike--by the simple process of turning himself round and sitting with his face towards his brother.
What Archie had styled the reel was simply a piece of stick with the line wound round it. His brother pitched it to him with one hand while the desperate jerking of the other--indeed of his whole body--told at once of the size and the impatience of the fish.
Unwinding the line in haste, Archie fastened the extreme end of it to two spare paddles and flung them overboard.
"Now, Little Bill," he said; "you may let him have his head, and if you can't hold on without risking the line just let it go."
As he spoke the captive made another rush--not very frantic indeed, for the pike is a sluggish creature in all waters--but with a steady persistency that meant resolution of purpose. In a few seconds our invalid was compelled to let go, and, the line tightening, the paddles disappeared with a jerk.
Soon after they reappeared, and the boys paddled towards them with a cheer, picked them up and the battle was renewed.
It would be tedious to recount all the incidents of that fight. We can only say that after a struggle that lasted an hour--according to the younger brother; two hours and a half, according to the elder--a pike of about four feet in length was hauled into the canoe.
"That's enough of fis.h.i.+ng for one day," remarked Billie, wiping his heated brow.
"Quite enough," a.s.sented the other; "shall we make for Willow Point now, Little Bill?"
"Yes. We will try the shooting now."
In accordance with this plan, the direction of the canoe was changed, and, early in the afternoon, the young hunters found themselves alongside of a low point of rocks which stretched well out into the lake, leaving a deep bay on either side. The extreme end of the point consisted of naked rock, but the greater part of it was covered with a dense under-growth of low willow bushes.
Here they disembarked, and Archie, as before, carried his brother to the highest part of the low point, where a piece of green sward, free from bushes, formed an attractive resting-place.
"Sit there now, Billie, till I get some brush, an' make yourself useful by cutting out goose heads. See, here are some branches o' the right sort ready to hand. No doubt some Redskins have been at work here before us."
He picked up some pieces of wood which Nature had formed more or less to resemble the heads and necks of geese. By a very slight use of the knife Billie converted these into excellent portraits. When he had finished half-a-dozen of them, his brother had cut and brought to the spot a number of bushy branches about two or three feet high. These were soon stuck into the ground in a small circle so as to resemble a growing bush, behind, or, rather, in the midst of which, they could effectually conceal themselves by crouching.
While this was being constructed the elder brother went down to the edge of the water and made half-a-dozen mud-heaps well within gunshot, which when the artificial heads and necks were attached to them, formed such exact counterparts of geese that the wild birds might well be excused for mistaking them for friends. Indeed tyros at this work have been known to fire at such decoys believing them to be genuine birds.
Even while they were thus engaged one and another flock of ducks and geese pa.s.sed them on their way to warmer climes; of course sheering off as they pa.s.sed. But when the arrangement was completed, and the two boys, crouching low, gazed at the horizon with eager looks, the wild birds no longer avoided the spot. On the contrary, seeing the decoys, they rather inclined to pa.s.s close to the place.
In flying down a river, or along the margin of a lake, wild birds may diverge a little to follow the sinuosities of bank or sh.o.r.e, but they will not get out of the way of a projecting promontory; they rather make a short cut by crossing over it.
The young hunters had not to wait long.
"There's a flock of geese coming," said Archie in a whisper, though the birds were at the moment some miles away. "Take the first shot, Little Bill."
They had only one gun between them.
"I don't like to," said Billie, "that thing gave me such an awful kick last time, and I can't stand it now."
"O! there's no fear, I put in only a small charge of powder-and-shot, on purpose. It won't kick hard this time. Try."
"Well, I'll try," said Billie, taking the gun.
"Aim well in advance, Bill. They fly fast, and primin' gets damp sometimes."
A flock of small geese was approaching. The boys became dumb, but they had remarkably speaking eyes.
Animated by curiosity, the flock descended to observe the decoys. How often that feeling of curiosity has proved fatal--not only to feathered geese!
Little Bill raised his gun. Puff! went the priming. Bang! went the charge. One of the birds, describing a beautiful curve, fell with bursting violence on the ground.
"Well done, Billie," cried his brother enthusiastically as he leaped over the sheltering brush and ran to secure the prize. "A few like that will give a supper to the whole camp. Now, then," he added on returning, "you'll try again."
"No, Archie. It's your turn now--and the thing _did_ give me a tremendous kick."
"But I will put in still less powder this time, Little Bill, and less shot too, so you'll have to be careful of your aim. See, there's another flock coming--there, take it, and down with you. I do believe they are big fellows."
Thus encouraged, Billie took the gun and crouched low. His brother was right. It was a flock of the great grey geese of Canada which now approached. The hearts of both boys beat high, for they were not only actuated by what is termed the sporting tendency, but by the desire to contribute their fair share to the general larder of their friends, who were encamped a considerable distance off at the other end of the lake.
"Okematan will open his eyes if we take back a goose or two like these; why, they are swans almost!" whispered Archie, as the birds approached in the form of an angle. "Take the big fat one on the left--the one now squintin' down at the decoys."
Billie obeyed, and fired. The result was, in a manner, threefold.
First, the boy's aim was so good that the big fat fellow dropped like a stone not three yards from their position. Second, the hitherto silent and symmetrically arranged flock went into dire confusion and sheered off in trumpeting convulsions; and, third, a scattering shot, having found its billet in the head of another goose immediately behind the first one, caused it to plunge right into the camp, straight for the head of Little Bill. Archie, ignorant of this, was in the very act of leaping over the brush to secure the first goose, and had fortunately got in front of his brother at the right moment when the second goose caught him on the shoulder and knocked him into the poor invalid's arms.
He was stunned at first, and rose in a few moments in some degree of mental confusion; but he was not much the worse for the accident and greatly rejoiced at his fortunate escape, as well as the splendid shooting, of Little Bill.
It must not be supposed that the brothers continued to shoot at this rate. Comparatively few flocks of geese pa.s.sed over Willow Point that day, but numerous flocks of wild-ducks did, and before evening had put an end to their work, they had secured a fair canoe-load of game.
That night they lighted their camp-fire among the neighbouring willows; feasted luxuriously on part of the day's hunt; lay down side by side under one blanket, with the upturned canoe partially covering them; dreamed at first of Okematan, gazing in wonder at their load, and, afterwards, of being knocked head over heels by an enormous grey goose whose persistent pugnacity was only equalled by its strange incapacity to achieve its murderous ends.
Ultimately Oblivion came to their rescue, and the young hunters fell into a dreamless slumber, with the smoking camp-fire sending an occasional gleam of ruddy light on their rec.u.mbent forms, and the dark sky with its hosts of twinkling stars serving for a gorgeous canopy.
CHAPTER ELEVEN.
SHOWS SOME OF THE TROUBLES OF PIONEER COLONISTS.
Okematan was not the only person who opened his eyes on the return of the Sinclair boys to camp next day with their heavily laden canoe. The Davidson and McKay families were much more emphatic in their astonishment, for the boys, they knew, had not hitherto performed any exploits in shooting. They had not supposed them gifted with even ordinary powers as sportsmen, and had imagined that the poor invalid little Bill was utterly helpless. On the other hand, Okematan was not unacquainted with the sudden rise to unexpected celebrity of Indian boys in his tribe, and knew something about the capacity of even cripples to overcome difficulties when driven by that stern taskmaster, Necessity.
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