Part 32 (1/2)
”I don't think we'll need to use 'em again for a long time,” said the hunter, ”but they're mighty fine as decorations, and sometimes a decoration is worth while. It impresses. Now, Tayoga, you kindle the fire, and Robert, you find a spring. It's pleasant to feel that you're again on land that belongs to n.o.body, and can do as you please.”
Robert found a spring less than a hundred yards away, and Tayoga soon kindled a fire near it with his flint and steel, on which the hunter warmed their food. Each had a small tin cup from which he drank clear water as they ate, and Robert, elastic of temperament, rejoiced with the hunter.
”You are right, Dave,” he said. ”These are splendid trees, and every leaf on 'em is splendid, too, and the little spring I found is just about as fine a spring as the forest holds. I slept in a good bed at the Inn of the Eagle, but when I sc.r.a.pe up the dead leaves here, roll myself in my blanket and lie on 'em I think I'll sleep better than I did between four walls. What did you think of the Marquis Duquesne, Dave?”
”A man of parts, Robert. He has more military authority than any of our Governors have, and if war comes he'll be a dangerous opponent.”
”And it will come, Dave?”
”Looks like a certainty. You see, Robert, the King of France and the King of England sitting on their golden thrones, only three or four hundred miles apart, but three or four thousand miles from us, have a dyspeptic fit, make faces at each other, and here in the woods we must fall to fighting. Even Tayoga's people--and the King of France and the King of England are nothing to them--must be drawn into it.”
”Both Kings claim the Ohio country, which they will never see, and of which they know nothing,” said Tayoga, with a faint touch of sarcasm, ”but perhaps it belongs to the people who live in it.”
”Maybe so, Tayoga! Maybe!” said Willet briskly, ”but we'll not look for trouble or unpleasant thoughts now. We three are too glad to be in the woods again. Tayoga, suppose you scout about and see that no enemy's near. Then we'll build up the fire, till it's burning bright, and rejoice.”
”It is well!” said Tayoga, as he slipped away among the trees, making no sound as he went. Robert meanwhile gathered dead wood which lay everywhere in abundance, and heaped it beside the fire ready for use.
But as Tayoga was gone some time he sat down again with his back to a tree, taking long deep breaths of the cool fresh air, and feeling his pulses leap. The hunter sat in a similar position, gazing meditatively into the fire. Robert heard a rattling of bark over his head, but he knew that it was a squirrel scuttling up the trunk of the tree, and pausing now and then to examine the strange invaders of his forest.
”Do you see the squirrel, Dave?” he asked.
”Yes, he's about twenty feet above you now, sitting in a fork. He's a fine big fellow with a bushy tail curved so far over his back that it nearly touches his head. He has little red eyes and he's just burning up with curiosity. The firelight falls on him in such a way that I can see.
Perhaps he has never seen a man before. Now he's looking at you, Robert, trying to decide what kind of an animal you are, and forming an estimate of your character and disposition.”
”You're developing your imagination, Dave, but since I saw what you said and did in Quebec I'm not surprised.”
”Encouraged by your motionless state he's left the fork, and come a half dozen feet down the trunk in order to get a better look at you. I think he likes you, Robert. He lies flattened against the bark, and if I had not seen him descending I would not notice him now, but the glow of the coals still enables me to make out his blazing little red eyes like sparks of fire. Now he is looking at me, and I don't think he has as much confidence in my harmlessness as he has in yours. Perhaps it's because he sees my eyes are upon him and he doesn't like to be watched.
He's a saucy little fellow. Sit still, Robert! I see a black shadow over your head, and I think our little friend, the squirrel, should look out.
Ah, there he goes! Missed! And our handsome young friend, the gray squirrel, is safe! He has scuttled into his hole higher up the tree!”
Robert had heard a rush of wings and he had seen a long black shadow pa.s.s.
”What was it, Dave?” he asked.
”A great horned owl. His iron beak missed our little squirrel friend just about three inches. Those three inches were enough, but I don't think that squirrel will very soon again stay out at night so late. The woods are beautiful, Robert, but you see they're not always safe even for those who can't live anywhere else.”
”I know, Dave, but I'm not going to think about it tonight, because I've made up my mind to be happy. Here comes Tayoga. Is any enemy near, Tayoga?”
”None,” replied the Onondaga, sitting down by the fire. ”But the forest is full of its own people, and they are all very curious about us.”
”That's true,” said Willet, ”a squirrel over Robert's head was so inquisitive that he forgot his vigilance for a few moments and came near losing his life as the price of his carelessness. I'm not surprised to hear you say, Tayoga, they're all looking at us. I've felt for some time that we're being watched, admired and perhaps a little feared. It's a tribute to the enormously interesting qualities of us three.”
”That is, Dave, because we're human beings we're kings in the forest among the animals.”
”You put it right, Robert. They look up to us. Is anything watching us among the leaves near by, Tayoga?”
”A huge bald-headed eagle, Great Bear, is sitting on a bough in the center of a ma.s.s of green leaves. He is looking at us, and while he is full of curiosity and some admiration he fears and hates us more.”
”What is he saying to himself, Tayoga?”