by Quincy Allen
CHAPTER V
AMONG THE LUMBERJACKS
"How's your back, Bluff?" asked Jerry, something like four hours afterthe conversation in the smoking-car related in the preceding chapter.
"Don't believe I've got any," replied the other, with a grunt,"because there's only a numb feeling where it ought to be."
"If you find your pack heavy now, Bluff," Frank remarked, over hisshoulder, "I'd like to know what would have happened if I'd let youfetch all that junk along you laid out to bring."
"Please don't mention it, Frank, but give us some good news. Tell uswe're close to Lumber Run Camp, won't you?"
"If you listen you'll not need any answer from me!" replied Frank.
"What's that I hear?" exclaimed Bluff, in evident delight. "Soundslike the whack of axes away off there to the left!"
"And there goes a tree down!" added Will, who was staggering alongunder his weighty pack, though with compressed lips, and adetermination not to show any weakness.
"Well, it's high time we struck somewhere," grumbled Jerry. "We'vebeen on the hike all of three hours and perhaps nearer four. Must havecovered a heap of territory in that time."
"Oh! not many miles," Frank told him, "because we made up our mindswe'd take it easy. But I can see smoke rising above the trees aheadand pretty soon we'll be at the lumber camp."
"Anyhow, I'm glad we had a chance to say good-by to that pigpen of asmoking-car, and have been getting fresh air ever since," Will added.
"Huh! the car wasn't the worst part of it," Bluff remarked bitterly."That Bill Nackerson got on my nerves. I'd just like to see somebodygive him the punching he needs."
"Small good anything like that would do," Frank told him. "A lickingonly makes such a man more bitter than before. He is sure to take itout on some person or object that can't resist."
"Either poor Teddy, you mean, or the hunting dog," Jerry suggested.Frank nodded his head to show that this was what he had in mind.
A short time later they found themselves approaching a number of long,low frame buildings that were evidently used by the lumbermen forsleeping and eating quarters. A couple of men were hammering as thoughengaged in making the new additions more secure against the cold.
Standing in the doorway of what seemed to be the kitchen was a blackman. He appeared to be genial, and so Frank led his comrades in thatdirection.
"We're looking for Mr. Darrel; can you tell us where he is to befound?" Frank asked, as the others dropped their packs to the ground,and sought any kind of seats nearby.
"I done 'spects him in et enny minnit, now, sah; he allers shows upafore de time foh distributin' de grub, tuh see dat eberything iscorrect," was the reply. "An' dar he kirns right now, trudgin' throughde woods. Speakin' ob an angel an' yuh suah am gwine tuh heah deywings."
A heavy-set man was approaching. He was evidently no ordinary person,for his strongly-marked face told of considerable character.
"Hello! what have we got here; and where under the sun did you boysdrop from?" was the way he saluted them.
Apparently visitors were next to unknown in Lumber Run Camp. Later onan occasional sportsman, with his Indian or native guide, might bobup; but the sight of four boys must have surprised the lumberman verymuch.
He was even more taken aback when Frank explained.
"We have come up here to see you, Mr. Darrel. We're carrying animportant paper from a gentleman you have had business dealings with,and who was so crippled with lumbago that he couldn't make the journeyhimself."
"Do you mean Felix Milton?" demanded the other quickly.
"Yes, sir, and this is his nephew, Will. My name is Frank Langdon;this is Jerry Wallington, and the other boy is Bluff Masters. We arefond of living in the woods, and in our section out toward theMississippi they call us the Outdoor Chums."
The bluff lumberman seemed pleased to meet such self-reliant boys. Heshook hands all around with considerable enthusiasm.
"Glad to know you," he said, "and I can easily believe that you arepretty well able to take care of yourselves. And so you've come allthe way up into Maine to find me? Well, that's a pretty big journey."
"Mr. Milton was ready to send us three times as far, so that he mightkeep his word, and have that document signed," Frank continued. "Thereare only a couple of weeks left, and he had neglected it longer thanhe intended. The journey meant little to us, for we are used totraveling long distances. Twice we've been away down South, and oncehunting in the Rockies."
"That sounds fine," remarked Mr. Darrel, his eyes showingappreciation, "and I hope that now you've come to Maine you'll notthink of hurrying back home without a little sport. They tell me thatgame is unusually plentiful this year."
"Oh! we made sure to get our licenses to hunt, sir; Mr. Miltoninsisted that we do that part in the beginning," Jerry spoke up.
"That's right," returned the lumberman, evidently relieved on hearingthis, "and as soon as you are rested we'll get the signing of thatpaper through with. By that time the men will be coming in, and supperwill be ready. I hope you are used to rough woods fare."
"Just what we are, sir," Frank assured him. "We like nothing better."
"Of course we haven't had time as yet to get venison, or any kind ofgame," he was told by the genial lumberman, "but Cuba, here, is amaster hand at slinging appetizing dishes together, and if you'rehungry you'll give him a vote of thanks when the meal is over."
Cuba grinned from ear to ear at this compliment and nodded his woollyhead in appreciation.
"I suppose we'll have to ask you to put us up somewhere for to-night,Mr. Darrel; to-morrow we'll get a tip from you, and start into thewoods, so as to get some miles away from the wood cutting."
"Plenty of room here for a dozen, because we haven't got our fullforce up in the woods yet," the owner of Lumber Run Camp answered."And after supper I've got something to say to you about a certainlittle shack that belongs to me, and which I'd like you to occupywhile you're up here."
"Do you mean in the woods, sir?" asked Bluff eagerly, for the thoughtof having to go to all the trouble of building some sort of shelterhad been worrying him.
"Just what I do, son," the lumberman told him. "I spent one winter init, and that gave me a chance to travel over this whole section, sofinally I organized the company that purchased this tract."
The boys exchanged pleased looks. Really, things were coming outbetter than any of them had dreamed.
Mr. Darrel showed them where they could leave their packs. There wasa bunk for each in the building where he had his own sleepingaccommodations. This suited Frank much better than if they had had tostay with the loggers, some of whom were a rough lot, as he saw whenthey came trooping in.
It was an experience the boys enjoyed to the full. At the supper tablethey heard considerable talk about lumbering, and picked up somevaluable information by using their ears.
Afterward they sat with Mr. Darrel before the fire in his smallerbuilding, and listened to what he had to tell them. The paper had beenduly signed in the presence of witnesses. One of the lumberjacks,really the foreman of the crowd, being a duly appointed notary public,was in a position to handle the affair according to law.
The paper was now safely fastened in Frank's inner pocket, where itcould hardly be lost, no matter what happened.
After the lumberman had spoken of many things of which the boysmanifested an eager curiosity to hear, he in turn began to askquestions. This resulted in their telling him some of the queerhappenings that had accompanied their numerous past outings; in all ofwhich he evinced great interest.
"I must say you are boys after my own heart," he said, as the eveninggrew late, and Bluff had even yawned openly as many as three times."If my little fellow had lived I would have wished him to be built onjust the same pattern. I meant that he should love the Great Outdoors,and yet never be cruel in his pursuit of what we call sport. But hewas taken away from me. What I am piling up now will some of thesedays go to a poor little crippled nephew in a New England
town."
As Bluff again yawned at a fearful rate their kind host realized thatthe boys were more or less played out after their long journey, andthe task of "toting" their heavy packs into the Big Woods.
So he told them it was about time they all turned in, an invitationthat was joyfully accepted by every one, not even excepting Frank.
It is doubtful whether they knew anything from the time they restedtheir heads on the pillows, made of hemlock needles stuffed intocotton-sacks, until there was a tremendous din that made them think ofthe fire signal at home.
"That's the getting-up gong!" they heard Mr. Darrel call. "Breakfastwill be ready in fifteen minutes, so perhaps you'd better hurry. Mymen have big appetites these brisk days, and might clear off the tablebefore you had a show."
Of course the lumberman was only joking, for Cuba had gone to extrapains to have an abundance of food prepared. He had made freshbiscuits, and there was also oatmeal and coffee, with some fried hamand potatoes, as well as an egg apiece for the favored young guests ofthe "boss."
Pretty soon the big lumberjacks started off to their daily work ofchopping down trees. These would be trimmed into logs, and eventuallybe drawn by teams of horses to the river, where their voyage down tothe sawmills or the pulp factories would begin.
The boys had never been in a lumbering region before, and numerousthings interested them. Each brawny axman shouted good-by to the boysere departing, for they were a jovial as well as a brawny lot. Frankcould see how a life like this must develop any one physically.
Having received full directions from their host how to find his lonelylodge in the heart of the Big Woods, the four chums set out. Mr.Darrel would have accompanied them but for the fact that he had hishands full just then, and was expecting a new lot of employees toarrive that day.
"But a little later on you can expect a visit from me, lads," he toldthem, as he squeezed each boy's hand in a way that made them wince."I'll be looking forward to seeing you again with considerablepleasure."
So the chums started off. Being fresh after a good night's sleep, theydid not mind the weight of their packs so much now. Later on in theday, if the tramp proved protracted, they might murmur again,particularly Bluff. He was addicted to that habit, though he reallydid not mean anything by it, as Frank knew from experience.
They tramped for more than an hour. Frank was always on the watch. Hehad been given explicit directions, which he was following closely.For a mile they had kept along the little creek, now beginning tofreeze. Arriving at a spot where a spruce tree hung half-way acrossthe bed of the stream, they had turned sharply to the left, andcommenced making their way through a dense wilderness of firs.
In this way the second mile had been covered, while a third had takenthem to what seemed to be quite a little hill.
"Sure we're on the right track, are you, Frank?" asked Will, when theyhad left this elevation behind them nearly half an hour.
"Yes, we're going as straight as a die," Bluff hastened to say, beforethe leader could utter a word. "I know it because right ahead of us Ican see that other little stream Mr. Darrel was saying we'd strike.Down that two miles and we'll come to his cabin."
"I only hope we find it unoccupied, that's all," ventured Will.
"No danger of anybody breaking in," Frank declared. "Up here in theMaine woods there's a queer sort of law among the natives. They arehonest as the day in that way. Nobody ever thinks of locking his doorat night."
"Small game seems to be plenty enough," Bluff went on to say. "Butwhere are all the deer they've been telling us about? I'd like to runacross something worth taking a crack at with my pump-gun."
"Then there's your chance, Bluff!" suddenly remarked Will. "Why, itlooks for all the world like a gray wolf to me!"
"It must be a wolf, because Mr. Darrel said they sometimes come downhere from over the Canadian border!" exclaimed Jerry.
"I'll wolf him with that buckshot charge I've got ready for a deer!"muttered Bluff fiercely, as he dropped his pack and started to bringhis repeating shotgun up to his shoulder.
"Hold on!" cried Frank, pulling the weapon hastily down. "Look again,Bluff, and you'll see that's no wolf, but a dingy dog. Yes, and we'veseen that dog before, too!"
