The Patrol of the Sun Dance Trail Part 3
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The trail led steadily upward through winding valleys, but for the most part along the Big Horn, till as it neared a scraggy pine-wood it bore sharply to the left, and, clambering round an immense shoulder of rock, it emerged upon a long and comparatively level ridge of land that rolled in gentle undulations down into a wide park-like valley set out with clumps of birch and poplar, with here and there the s.h.i.+mmer of a lake showing between the yellow and brown of the leaves.
"Oh, what a picture!" cried Mandy, reining up her pony. "What a ranch that would make, Allan! Who owns it? Why did we never come this way before?"
"Piegan Reserve," said her husband briefly.
"How beautiful! How did they get this particular bit?"
"They gave up a lot for it," said Cameron drily.
"But think, such a lovely bit of country for a few Indians! How many are there?"
"Some hundreds. Five hundred or so. And a tricky bunch they are. They're over-fond of cattle to be really desirable neighbors."
"Well, I think it rather a pity!"
"Look yonder!" cried her husband, sweeping his arm toward the eastern horizon. From the height on which they stood a wonderful panorama of hill and valley, river, lake and plain lay spread out before them. "All that and for nine hundred miles beyond that line these Indians and their kin gave up to us under persuasion. There was something due them, eh?
Let's move on."
For a mile or more the trail ran along the high plateau skirting the Piegan Reserve, where it branched sharply to the right. Cameron paused.
"You see that trail?" pointing to the branch that led to the left and downward into the valley. "That is one of the oldest and most famous of all Indian trails. It strikes down through the Crow's Nest Pa.s.s and beyond the pa.s.s joins the ancient Sun Dance Trail. That's my old beat.
And weird things are a-doing along that same old Sun Dance Trail this blessed minute or I miss my guess. I venture to say that this old trail has often been marked with blood from end to end in the fierce old days."
"Let's go," said Mandy, with a shudder, and, turning her pony to the right, she took the trail that led them down from the plateau, plunged into a valley, wound among rocks and thickets of pine till it reached a tumbling mountain torrent of gray-blue water, fed from glaciers high up between the great peaks beyond.
"My Little Horn!" cried Mandy with delight.
Down by its rus.h.i.+ng water they scrambled till they came to a sunny glade where the little fretful torrent pitched itself headlong into a deep shady pool, whence, as if rested in those quiet deeps, it issued at first with gentle murmuring till, out of earshot of the pool, it broke again into turbulent raging, brawling its way to the Big Horn below.
Mandy could hardly wait for the unloading and tethering of the ponies.
"Now," she cried, when all was ready, "for my very first fish. How shall I fling this hook and where?"
"Try a cast yonder, just beside that overhanging willow. Don't splas.h.!.+
Try again--drop it lightly. That's better. Don't tell me you've never cast a fly before."
"Never in my life."
"Let it float down a bit. Now back. Hold it up and let it dance there.
I'll just have a pipe."
But next moment Cameron's pipe was forgotten. With a shout he sprang to his wife's side.
"By Jove, you've got him!"
"No! No! Leave me alone! Just tell me what to do. Go away! Don't touch me! Oh-h-h! He's gone!"
"Not a bit. Reel him up--reel him up a little."
"Oh, I can't reel the thing! Oh! Oh-h-h! Is he gone?"
"Hold up. Don't haul him too quickly--keep him playing. Wait till I get the net." He rushed for the landing net.
"Oh, he's gone! He's gone! Oh, I'm so mad!" She stamped savagely on the gra.s.s. "He was a monster."
"They always are," said her husband gravely. "The fellows that get off, I mean."
"Now you're just laughing at me, and I won't have it! I could just sit down and cry! My very first fis.h.!.+"
"Never mind, Mandy, we'll get him or just as good a one again."
"Never! He'll never bite again. He isn't such a fool."
"Well, they do. They're just like the rest of us. They keep nibbling till they get caught; else there would be no fun in fis.h.i.+ng or in--Now try another throw--same place--a little farther down. Ah! That was a fine cast. Once more. No, no, not that way. Flip it lightly and if you ever get a bite hold your rod so. See? Press the end against your body so that you can reel your fish in. And don't hurry these big fellows.
You lose them and you lose your fun."
"I don't want the fun," cried Mandy, "but I do want that fish and I'm going to get him."
"By Jove, I believe you just will!" The young man's dark eyes flashed an admiring glance over the strong, supple, swaying figure of the girl at his side, whose every move, as she cast her fly, seemed specially designed to reveal some new combination of the graceful curves of her well-knit body.
"Keep flicking there. You'll get him. He's just sulking. If he only knew, he'd hurry up."
"Knew what?"
"Who was fis.h.i.+ng for him."
"Oh! Oh! I've got him." The girl was dancing excitedly along the bank.
"No! Oh, what a wretch! He's gone. Now if I get him you tell me what to do, but don't touch me."
"All you have to do is to hold him steady at the first. Keep your line fairly tight. If he begins to plunge, give him line. If he slacks, reel in. Keep him nice and steady, just like a horse on the bit."
"Oh, why didn't you tell me before? I know exactly what that means--just like a colt, eh? I can handle a colt."
"Exactly! Now try lower down--let your fly float down a bit--there."
Again there was a wild shriek from the girl.
"Oh, I've got him sure! Now get the net."
"Don't jump about so! Steady now--steady--that's better. Fine! Fine work! Let him go a bit--no, check--wind him up. Look out! Not too quick!
Fine! Oh! Look out! Get him away from that jam! Reel him up! Quick! Now play him! Let me help you."
"Don't you dare touch this rod, Allan Cameron, or there'll be trouble!"
"Quite right--pardon me--quite right. Steady! You'll get him sure. And he's a beauty, a perfect Rainbow beauty."
"Keep quiet, now," admonished Mandy. "Don't shout so. Tell me quietly what to do."
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