the last of the plainsmen-第23节
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The Yellow Knives were breaking camp； and the hunters were at once conscious of the difference in their bearing。 Rea addressed several braves； but got no reply。 He laid his broad hand on the old wrinkled chief； who repulsed him； and turned his back。 With a growl； the trapper spun the Indian round； and spoke as many words of the language as he knew。 He got a cold response； which ended in the ragged old chief starting up； stretching a long； dark arm northward； and with eyes fixed in fanatical subjection； shouting： 〃Naza！ Naza！ Naza！〃
〃Heathen！〃 Rea shook his gun in the faces of the messengers。 〃It'll go bad with you to come Nazain' any longer on our trail。 Come； Buff； clear out before I get mad。〃
When they were once more in the cabin； Rea told Jones that the messengers had been sent to warn the Yellow Knives not to aid the white hunters in any way。 That night the dogs were kept inside； and the men took turns in watching。 Morning showed a broad trail southward。 And with the going of the Yellow Knives the mercury dropped to fifty； and the long； twilight winter night fell。
So with this agreeable riddance and plenty of meat and fuel to cheer them； the hunters sat down in their snug cabin to wait many months for daylight。
Those few intervals when the wind did not blow were the only times Rea and Jones got out of doors。 To the plainsman； new to the north； the dim gray world about him was of exceeding interest。 Out of the twilight shone a wan； round； lusterless ring that Rea said was the sun。 The silence and desolation were heart…numbing。
〃Where are the wolves？〃 asked Jones of Rea。
〃Wolves can't live on snow。 They're farther south after caribou； or farther north after musk…ox。〃
In those few still intervals Jones remained out as long as he dared； with the mercury sinking to …sixty degrees。 He turned from the wonder of the unreal； remote sun； to the marvel in the northAurora borealisever…present； ever…changing； ever…beautiful！ and he gazed in rapt attention。
〃Polar lights；〃 said Rea； as if he were speaking of biscuits。 〃You'll freeze。 It's gettin' cold。〃
Cold it became； to the matter of …seventy degrees。 Frost covered the walls of the cabin and the roof； except just over the fire。 The reindeer were harder than iron。 A knife or an ax or a steel…trap burned as if it had been heated in fire； and stuck to the hand。 The hunters experienced trouble in breathing； the air hurt their lungs。
The months dragged。 Rea grew more silent day by day； and as he sat before the fire his wide shoulders sagged lower and lower。 Jones； unaccustomed to the waiting； the restraint； the barrier of the north； worked on guns； sleds； harness； till he felt he would go mad。 Then to save his mind he constructed a windmill of caribou hides and pondered over it trying to invent； to put into practical use an idea he had once conceived。
Hour after hour he lay under his blankets unable to sleep； and listened to the north wind。 Sometimes Rea mumbled in his slumbers； once his giant form started up； and he muttered a woman's name。 Shadows from the fire flickered on the walls； visionary； spectral shadows； cold and gray； fitting the north。 At such times he longed with all the power of his soul to be among those scenes far southward； which he called home。 For days Rea never spoke a word； only gazed into the fire； ate and slept。 Jones； drifting far from his real self； feared the strange mood of the trapper and sought to break it； but without avail。 More and more he reproached himself； and singularly on the one fact that； as he did not smoke himself； he had brought only a small store of tobacco。 Rea； inordinate and inveterate smoker； had puffed away all the weed in clouds of white； then had relapsed into gloom。
CHAPTER 10。 SUCCESS AND FAILURE
At last the marvel in the north dimmed； the obscure gray shade lifted； the hope in the south brightened； and the mercury climbed reluctantly； with a tyrant's hate to relinquish power。
Spring weather at twenty…five below zero！ On April 12th a small band of Indians made their appearance。 Of the Dog tribe were they； an offcast of the Great Slaves； according to Rea； and as motley； starring and starved as the Yellow Knives。 But they were friendly； which presupposed ignorance of the white hunters； and Rea persuaded the strongest brave to accompany them as guide northward after musk…oxen。
On April 16th； having given the Indians several caribou carcasses； and assuring them that the cabin was protected by white spirits； Rea and Jones； each with sled and train of dogs； started out after their guide； who was similarly equipped； over the glistening snow toward the north。 They made sixty miles the first day； and pitched their Indian tepee on the shores of Artillery Lake。 Traveling northeast； they covered its white waste of one hundred miles in two days。 Then a day due north； over rolling； monotonously snowy plain； devoid of rock； tree or shrub； brought them into a country of the strangest； queerest little spruce trees； very slender； and none of them over fifteen feet in height。 A primeval forest of saplings。
〃Ditchen Nechila；〃 said the guide。
〃Land of Sticks Little；〃 translated Rea。
An occasional reindeer was seen and numerous foxes and hares trotted off into the woods； evincing more curiosity than fear。 All were silver white； even the reindeer； at a distance； taking the hue of the north。 Once a beautiful creature； unblemished as the snow it trod； ran up a ridge and stood watching the hunters。 It resembled a monster dog； only it was inexpressibly more wild looking。
〃Ho！ Ho！ there you are！〃 cried Rea； reaching for his Winchester。 〃Polar wolf！ Them's the white devils we'll have hell with。〃
As if the wolf understood； he lifted his white； sharp head and uttered a bark or howl that was like nothing so much as a haunting； unearthly mourn。 The animal then merged into the white； as if he were really a spirit of the world whence his cry seemed to come。
In this ancient forest of youthful appearing trees； the hunters cut firewood to the full carrying capacity of the sleds。 For five days the Indian guide drove his dogs over the smooth crust； and on the sixth day； about noon； halting in a hollow； he pointed to tracks in the snow and called out： 〃Ageter！ Ageter！ Ageter！〃
The hunters saw sharply defined hoof…marks； not unlike the tracks of reindeer； except that they were longer。 The tepee was set up on the spot and the dogs unharnessed。
The Indian led the way with the dogs； and Rea and Jones followed； slipping over the hard crust without sinking in and traveling swiftly。 Soon the guide； pointing； again let out the cry： 〃Ageter！〃 at the same moment loosing the dogs。
Some few hundred yards down the hollow； a number of large black animals； not unlike the shaggy； humpy buffalo； lumbered over the snow。 Jones echoed Rea's yell； and broke into a run； easily distancing the puffing giant。
The musk…oxen squared round to the dogs； and were soon surrounded by the yelping pack。 Jones came up to find six old bulls uttering grunts of rage and shaking ram…like horns at their tormentors。 Notwithstanding that for Jones this was the cumulation of years of desire； the crowning moment； the climax and fruition of long…harbored dreams； he halted before the tame and helpless beasts； with joy not unmixed with pain。
〃It will be murder！〃 he exclaimed。 〃It's like shooting down sheep。〃
Rea came crashing up behind him and yelled； 〃Get busy。 We need fresh meat； an' I want the skins。〃
The bulls succumbed to well…directed shots； and the Indian and Rea hurried back to camp with the dogs to fetch the sleds； while Jones examined with warm interest the animals he had wanted to see all his life。 He found the largest bull approached within a third of the size of a buffalo。 He was of a brownish…black color and very like a large； woolly ram。 His head was broad； with sharp； small ears； the horns had wide and flattened bases and lay flat on the head； to run down back of the eyes； then curve forward to a sharp point。 Like the bison； the musk ox had short； heavy limbs； covered with very long hair； and small； hard hoofs with hairy tufts inside the curve of bone； which probably served as pads or checks to hold the hoof firm on ice。 His legs seemed out of proportion to his body。
Two musk…oxen were loaded on a sled and hauled to camp in one trip。 Skinning them was but short work for such expert hands。 All the choice cuts of meat were saved。 No time was lost in broiling a steak； which they found sweet and juicy； with a flavor of musk that was disagreeable。
〃Now； Rea； for the calves；〃 exclaimed Jones； 〃And then we're homeward bound。〃
〃I hate to tell this redskin；〃 replied Rea。 〃He'll be like the others。 But it ain't likely he'd desert us here。 He's far from his base； with nothin' but thet old musket。〃 Rea then commanded the attention of the brave； and began to mangle the Great Slave and Yellow Knife languages。 Of this mixture Jones knew but few words。 〃Ageter nechila；〃 which Rea kept repeating； he knew； however； meant 〃musk…oxen little。〃
The guide stared； suddenly appeared to get Rea's meaning； then vigorously shook his head and gazed at Jones in fear and horror。 Following this came an action as singular as inexplicable。 Slowly rising
