The Buffalo Runners by Robert Michael Ballantyne (different e readers .TXT) 📕

back. Why, I'm a regular Sindbad the Sailor, only I'm saddled with a young man o' the plains instead of an old man of the sea. D'ee understand what I'm saying, Oke?"

The chief, who understood little more than that his own name and that of La Certe were mentioned, nodded his head gravely and allowed the corners of his mouth to droop, which was his peculiar way of smiling--a smile that might have been unintelligible to his friends had it not been relieved and interpreted by a decided twinkle in his eyes.

While they were conversing, the two canoes had rounded a rocky point and swept out upon a lake-like expanse in the river, which was perfectly smooth and apparently currentless. Several islets studded its calm breast and were reflected in the clear water. These were wooded to the water's edge, and from among the sedges near their margin several flocks of wild-fowl sprang up in alarm and went off in fluttering confusion.

It chanced that just then a trumpet-like note was heard overhead, as a flock of wild geese passed the spot and came suddenly close within range of the canoes which had been concealed from them by the bushes that fringed the river.

Guns were seized at once by the bowmen in each canoe, but Archie was smarter than Fergus. Before the Highlander had got the weapon well into his hands the boy fired and one of the flock fell into the river with a heavy plunge.

Little Bill signalised the successful shot with a high-toned cheer, and the Indian with a low-toned "Waugh," while Fergus made a hurried and therefore bad, shot at the scared flock.

"That wass a fery good shot, Archie," remarked Fergus, as the canoes ranged up alongside of the dead bird.

"Yours was a very good one, too, Fergus," returned the boy; "only not quite straight."

The smile on the face of Okematan proved that he understood the drift of the reply, and that this was the style of humour he appreciated so highly in his young friend. We civilised people may wonder a little at the simplicity of the savage, but when we reflect that the chief had been born and bred among the solemnities of the wilderness, and had been up to that time wholly unacquainted with the humours and pleasantries that sometimes accompany juvenile "cheek," our wonder may perhaps be subdued.

"This would be a splendid place to camp for the rest of the day," suggested Davidson, while they rested on their paddles after the goose had been secured. "We must lay in a small stock of fresh provisions, you know, if we are to push on to-morrow or next day to our hunting ground. What say you, Okematan?" he added in Cree, turning to their guide.

"The will of the Paleface chief is the wish of Okematan. Let him speak."

"Well, then, I vote for encamping on the small island over there, in the middle o' the lake--for it's far more like a lake than a river hereabouts--that one over which the hawk is hovering."

"I vote for it too," said Archie.

"So do I," chimed in Little Bill.

"I will be sayin' ditto to that," put in Fergus.

"Moreover," suggested Dan, "I vote for roasting the goose at once."

"Ay, and eating him right away," said Archie. As the invalid followed this up with a feeble cheer, the proposal was carried into effect without delay.

The islet was low and flat, and so thickly covered with bush that it afforded a most enticing spot for a night-encampment. There was also plenty of dead wood on it, with which to replenish the fire, and various peeps through sundry openings afforded exquisite views of woodland and river with which to charm the eyes. Over all, the sun was pouring his noontide rays in a glorious flood.

We need not waste time in going into the details of the feast that followed: how the goose was delightfully plump and tender--especially tender to teeth that would have scarcely observed the difference if it had been tough--how, in addition to the goose, they had wild-ducks enough--shot earlier in the day--to afford each one a duck to himself, leaving a brace over, of which Okematan ate one, as well as his share of the goose, and seemed to wish that he might eat the other, but he didn't, for he restrained himself; how they drank tea with as much gusto and intemperance as if it had been a modern "afternoon"; and how, after all was over, the Red-man filled the pipe-head on the back of his iron tomahawk and began to smoke with the air of a man who meant business and regarded all that had gone before as mere child's-play.

The afternoon was well advanced when the feast was concluded, for appetites in the wilderness are not easily or soon satisfied.

"I feel tight," said Billie with a sigh and something of pathos in his tone, when he at last laid down his knife--we cannot add fork, for they scorned such implements at that time.

"That's right, Little Bill," said Archie, "try another leg or wing--now, don't shake your head. We've come on this trip a-purpose to make you fat an' strong. So you must--here, try this drum-stick. It's only a little one, like yourself, Billie."

"True, Archie, but I'm too little to hold it. I feel like an egg now."

"Hallo! Oke, are you overcome already?" asked Archie.

"The sun sinks to rest at night and the birds go to sleep. If we intend to hunt we must begin now."

"It's always the way," returned the boy with an air of discontent; "whenever a fellow gets into a state of extreme jollity there's sure to be something bothersome to come and interrupt us. Obfusticate your faculties with some more smoke, Oke, till Billie and I finish our tea. We can't shoot with half-empty stomachs, you know."

"They must be three-quarters full by this time--whatever," remarked Fergus, wiping his clasp-knife on the grass.

Just then, Dan Davidson, who had gone to explore the islet, returned with the information that some hunters must have recently visited the same place, for he had discovered the remains of an encampment at the extreme eastern side, which looked as if it had been recently occupied, for bones of wild-fowl were scattered about, the meat on which was neither dried nor decayed.

On hearing this, Okematan rose quickly, put out his pipe, and stuck the tomahawk in his belt. The sluggish good-natured air of contentment with which he had been smoking vanished; the half-sleepy eyes opened, and a frown rested on his brow as he said, shortly--

"Okematan goes to look."

"May I go with you?" asked Dan.

"No. Okematan goes alone. It is known that a band of Saulteaux have been seen. They are roused just now by the actions of the great white chief and the words of my Nation. Rest here till I come. Go on eating. If they are here they may be watching us now."

"D'ee hear that, Little Bill? You've got to go on eating," said Archie. "Our guide commands it. If you disobey, the rascally Saulteaux will come down upon us somehow."

But Archie's light-heartedness was not shared by his older companions. They knew too well that the disturbed state of the country at the time, and especially the ill-will engendered between the Crees and Saulteaux by the ill-advised action of Lord Selkirk's agents, rendered an explosion not improbable at any time, and a certain feeling of disappointment came over them when they reflected that the hunting expedition, which they had entered on with so much enthusiastic hope, might perhaps be brought to an abrupt close.

"If there's to be any fighting I shall only be in your way," said the invalid in a tone in which there was much of sadness, though none of fear.

"Not a bit of it, Little Bill," returned Dan, quickly. "You'll be in nobody's way in the canoes. You're as light as a feather. If we had even to take to the bush, Archie could run with you; an' when he gets tired, Fergus and I would think no more o' you than a grasshopper."

"Iss it carryin' him you will be taalkin' of?" said Fergus. "Ay, ay! I would be forgettin' that he wass on my back if I had him there."

As he spoke, the Indian returned to the camp with the cat-like tread so characteristic of the Red-man.

"A big band has been here," he said. "They slept on the island last night, and the signs show that they do not come as friends."

"Are you sure of that?" asked Dan.

"Okematan is sure of nothing. Even the sun may not rise to-morrow."

"Had we not better, then, return at once to the Settlement, and tell what we have seen?" said Dan.

"If we did, the Saulteaux would see us and give chase. Their canoes are big and have strong men in them. They would overtake us soon and our scalps would be swinging at their belts to-morrow."

"Not pleesant to think of--whatever," said Fergus.

"What, then, do you advise?" asked Dan. "You understand the ways of the wilderness, and we will follow your lead."

The chief appeared to think for a few moments.

"We will remain where we are," he said; "only we will send the boys off in one of the canoes, as if to shoot some ducks for us. The Saulteaux will think that we are lazy, idle men, who like to lie in camp and sleep or smoke while the boys hunt for us. When night comes we will escape in the dark and go down the river to warn the settlers."

"But what if they attack us before night comes on?" asked Dan.

"They will not do that," answered the Indian, gravely. "They know that we are well supplied with powder and shot. They know that some one must lead in every attack, and that such leaders would be doomed to death. Saulteaux do not love death. They prefer life. They will not come till it is dark."

"Ha! ha!" laughed Fergus, who seemed greatly tickled with the latter part of the chief's observation, "fery goot! ho! fery goot!--they do not love death, an' it iss life they will be preferrin'. Ay, ay! It iss the Heelandman that will be of much the same opeenion, only, when fightin' hes got to be done, he's not afraid to do it in daylight."

"He may not be afraid, Fergus," said Dan, "yet I suspect that the Red-man's tactics are often the wisest, for what would be the use of making an attack in daylight, at the cost of several lives, when the attack might be made quite as well, if not better, at night, without the loss, perhaps, of any life at all?"

"I will not be sayin'," returned Fergus, who was of an argumentative disposition, "anything at all about attackin' by day or by night. I will only be remarkin' that the Heelandman iss like the savitch in that he prefers life to death."

"Come along to the fire, Fergus," said Dan, laughing; "I will argue that out with you."

"It will be difficult to argue, then, for there iss no argument in it at all. It