ISE YX-^T^I ^"""l IT W' T*W^ NOE CLUB W'L-ALDEN UNIV. OF CALIF. LIBRARY. LOS ANGELES THE CRUISE OF THE CANOE CLUB WITH HARRY LEADING THE WAY, THEY PASSED THROUGH THE RAPID WITHOUT ACCIDENT THE CRUISE OF THE CANOE CLUB BY W. L. ALDEN Author of "A NEW ROBINSON CRUSOE" GROSSET & DUNLAP PUBLISHERS NEW YORK By arrangement with Harper & Brothers THE CRUISE OF THE CANOE CLUB Copyright, 1883, by Harper & Brothers Copyright, 1911, by Agnes M. Alden Printed in the United States of America THE CRUISE OF THE CANOE CLUB 2125409 THE CRUISE OF THE CANOE CLUB CHAPTER I. FT is a very easy thing for four boys to make -* up their minds to get four canoes and to go on a canoe cruise, but it is not always so easy to carry out such a project as Charley Smith, Tom Schuyler, Harry Wilson, and Joe Sharpe discovered. Canoes cost money; and though some canoes cost more than others, it is impossible to buy a new wooden canoe of an approved model for less than seventy-five dollars. Four canoes, at seventy-five dollars each, would cost altogether three hundred dollars. As the entire amount of pocket-money in the possession of the boys was 2 THE CRUISE OF THE CANOE CLUB only seven dollars and thirteen cents, it was clear that they were not precisely in a position to buy canoes. There was Harry's uncle, who had already furnished his nephew and his young comrades first with a row-boat, and then with a sail-boat. Even a benevolent uncle deserves some mercy, and the boys agreed that it would never do to ask Uncle John to spend three hundred dollars in canoes for them. "The most we can ask of him," said Charley Smith, "is to let us sell the Ghost and use the money to help pay for canoes." Now, the Ghost, in which the boys had made a cruise along the south shore of Long Island, was a very nice sail-boat, but it was improbable that any one would be found who would be will- ing to give more than two hundred dollars for her. There would still be a hundred dollars wanting, and the prospect of finding that sum seemed very small. "If we could only have stayed on that water- THE CRUISE OF THE CANOE CLUB 3 logged brig and brought her into port we should have made lots of money," said Tom. "The captain of the schooner that towed us home went back with a steamer and brought the brig in yesterday. Suppose we go and look at her once more?" While cruising in the Ghost the boys had found an abandoned brig, which they had tried to sail into New York harbor, but they had been compelled to give up the task, and to hand her over to the captain of a schooner which towed the partly disabled Ghost into port. They all thought they would like to see the brig again, so they went down to Burling Slip, where she was lying, and went on board her. The captain of the schooner met the boys on the dock. He was in excellent spirits, for the brig was loaded with valuable South American timber, and he was sure of receiving as much as ten thousand dollars from her owners. He very well that, while the boys had no legal 4 THE CRUISE OF THE CANOE CLUB right to any of the money, they had worked hard in trying to save the brig, and had been the means of putting her in his way. He happened to be an honest, generous man, and he felt very rich; so he insisted on making each of the boys a present. The present was sealed up in an envelope, which he gave to Charley Smith, telling him not to look at its contents until after dinner the boys having mentioned that they were all to take dinner together at Uncle John's house. Charley put the envelope rather carelessly in his pocket; but when it was opened it was found to contain four new one-hundred-dollar bills. It need hardly be said that the boys were de* lighted. They showed the money to Uncle John, who told them that they had fairly earned it, and need feel no hesitation about accepting it. They had now money enough to buy canoes, and to pay the expenses of a canoe cruise. Mr. Schuyler, Mr. Sharpe, and Charley's guardian were con- THE CRUISE OF THE CANOE CLUB 5 suited, and at Uncle John's request gave their consent to the canoeing scheme. The first great difficulty in the way was thus entirely removed. "I don't know much about canoes," remarked Uncle John, when the boys asked his advice as to what kind of canoes they should get, "but I know the Commodore of a canoe club. You had better go and see him, and follow his advice. I'll give you a letter of introduction to him." No time was lost in finding the Commodore, and Charley Smith explained to him that^four young canoeists would like to know what was the very best kind of canoe for them to get. The Commodore, who, in spite of his mag- nificent title, wasn't in the least alarming, laughed, and said, "That is a question that I've made up my mind never to try to answer. But I'll give you the names of four canoeists, each of whom uses a different variety of canoe. You go and see them, listen to what they say, be- lieve it all, and then come back and see me, and 6 THE CRUISE OF THE CANOE CLUB we'll come to a decision." He then wrote four notes of introduction, gave them to the boys, and sent them away. The first canoeist to whom the boys were re- ferred received them with great kindness, and told them that it was fortunate they had come to him. "The canoe that you want," said he, "is the 'Rice Lake' canoe, and if you had gone to somebody else, and he had persuaded you to buy 'Rob Roy' canoes or 'Shadows,' you would have made a great mistake. The 'Rice Lake' canoe is nearly flat-bottomed, and so stiff that there is no danger that you will capsize her. She paddles easily, and sails faster than any other canoe. She is roomy, and you can carry about twice as much in her as you can carry in a 'Rob Roy.' She has no keel, so that you can run rapids easily in her, and she is built in a peculiar way that makes it impossible for her to leak. Don't think for a moment of getting THE CRUISE OF THE CANOE CLUB 7 any other canoe, for if you do you will never cease to regret it." He was such a pleasant, frank gentleman, and was so evidently earnest in what he said, that the boys at once decided to get 'Rice Lake' canoes. They did not think it worth while to make any farther inquiries; but, as they had three other notes of introduction with them, Tom Schuyler said that it would hardly do to throw them away. So they went to see the next canoeist, though without the least expectation that he would say anything that would alter their decision. Canoeist No. 2 was as polite and enthusiastic as canoeist No. i. "So you boys want to get canoes, do you?" said he. "Well, there is only one canoe for you to get, and that is the 'Shadow.' She paddles easily, and sails faster than any other canoe. She's not a flat-bottomed skiff, like the 'Rice Laker,' that will spill you whenever a squall strikes her, but she has good bearings, and you can't capsize her unless you 8 THE CRUISE OF THE CANOE CLUB try hard. Then she is decked all over, and you can sleep in her at night, and keep dry even in a thunder-storm; her water-tight compartments have hatches in them, so that you can stow blan- kets and things in them that you want to keep dry; and she has a keel, so that when you run rapids, and she strikes on a rock, she will strike on her keel instead of her planks. It isn't worth while for you to look at any other canoe, for there is no canoe except the 'Shadow' that is worth having." "You don't think much of the 'Rice Lake' canoe, then?" asked Harry. "Why, she isn't a civilized canoe at all," re- plied the canoeist. "She is nothing but a heavy, wooden copy of the Indian birch. She hasn't any deck, she hasn't any water-tight compart- ments, and she hasn't any keel. Whatever else you do, don't get a 'Rice Laker.' ' The boys thanked the advocate of the "Shadow," and when they found themselves in THE CRUISE OF THE CANOE CLUB 9 the street again they wondered which of the two canoeists could be right, for each directly con- tradicted the other, and each seemed to be per- fectly sincere. They reconsidered their decision to buy "Rice Lake" canoes, and looked forward with interest to their meeting with canoeist No. 3. That gentleman was just as pleasant as the other two, but he did not agree with a single thing that they had said. "There are several different models of canoes," he remarked, "but that is simply because there are ignorant people in the world. Mr. Macgregor, the father of canoeing, always uses a 'Rob Roy' canoe, and no man who has once been in a good 'Rob Roy' will ever get into any other canoe. The 'Rob Roy' paddles like a feather, and will outsail any other canoe. She weighs twenty pounds less than those great, lumbering canal-boats, the 'Shadow' and the 'Rice Laker,' and it don't break your back to paddle her or to carry her round a io THE CRUISE OF THE CANOE CLUB dam. She is decked over, but her deck isn't all cut up with hatches. There's plenty of room to sleep in her, and her water-tight compartments are what they pretend to be not a couple of leaky boxes stuffed full of blankets." "We have been advised," began Charley, "to get 'Shadows' or 'Rice'" "Don't you do it," interrupted the canoeist. "It's lucky for you that you came to see me. It is a perfect shame for people to try to induce you to waste your money on worthless canoes. Mind you get 'Rob Roys,' and nothing else. Other canoes don't deserve the name. They are schooners, or scows, or canal-boats, but the 'Rob Roy' is a genuine canoe." "Now for the last canoeist on the list!" ex- claimed Harry as the boys left the office of canoe- ist No. 3. "I wonder what sort of a canoe he uses?" "Fm glad there is only one more of them for us to see," said Joe. "The Commodore told us THE CRUISE OF THE CANOE CLUB n to believe all they said, and I'm trying my best to do it, but it's the hardest job I ever tried." The fourth canoeist was, on the whole, the most courteous and amiable of the four. He begged his young friends to pay no attention to those who recommended wooden canoes, no mat- ter what model they might be. "Canvas," said he, "is the only thing that a canoe should be built of. It is light and strong, and if you knock a hole in it you can mend it in five minutes. If you want to spend a great deal of money and own a yacht that is too small to sail in with com- fort and too clumsy to be paddled, buy a wooden canoe; but if you really want to cruise, you will, of course, get canvas canoes." "We have been advised to get 'Rice Lakers/ 'Shadows,' and 'Rob Roys,' " said Tom, "and we did not know until now that there was such a thing as a canvas canoe." "It is very sad," replied the canoeist, "that people should take pleasure in giving such ad- 12 THE CRUISE OF THE CANOE CLUB vice. They must know better. However, the subject is a painful one, and we won't discuss it. Take my advice, my dear boys, and get canvas canoes. All the really good canoeists in the country would say the same thing to you." "We must try," said Joe, as the boys walked back to the Commodore's office, "to believe that the 'Rice Laker,' the 'Shadow,' the 'Rob Roy,' and the canvas canoe is the best one ever built. It seems to me something like believing that four and one are just the same. Perhaps you fellows can do it, but I'm not strong enough to believe as much as that all at one time." The Commodore smiled when the boys en- tered his office for the second time and said, "Well, of course you've found out what is the best canoe, and know just what you want ta buy?" "We've seen four men," replied Harry, "and each one says that the canoe that he recommends THE CRUISE OF THE CANOE CLUB 13 Is the only good one, and that all the others are good for nothing." "I might have sent you to four other men, and they would have told you of four other canoes, each of which is the best in existence. But perhaps you have already heard enough to make up your minds." "We're farther from making up our minds than ever," said Harry. "I do wish you would tell us what kind of canoe is really the best." "The truth is," said the Commodore, "that there isn't much to choose among the different models of canoes , and you'll find that every canoeist is honestly certain that he has the best one. Now, I don't undertake to select canoes for you, though I will suggest that a light 'Rob Roy' would probably be a good choice for the smallest of you boys. Why don't you try all four of the canoes that have just been recom- mended to you? Then, if you cruise together, you can perhaps find out if any one of them is i 4 THE CRUISE OF THE CANOE CLUB really better than the others. I will give you the names of three or four builders, all of whom build good, strong boats." This advice pleased the boys, and they re- solved to accept it. That evening they all met at Harry's home and decided what canoes they would get. Harry determined to get a "Shadow," Tom a "Rice Laker," Charley a can- vas canoe, and Joe a "Rob Roy;" and the next morning orders for the four canoes were mailed to the builders whom the Commodore had recommended. CHAPTER II. TT was some time before the canoes were ready, * and in the mean time the young canoeists met with a new difficulty. The canoe-builders wrote to them wishing to know how they would have the canoes rigged. It had never occurred to the boys that there was more than one rig used on canoes, and of course they did not know how to answer the builders' question. So they went to the Commodore and told him their difficulty. "I might do," said he, "just as I did when I told you to go and ask four different canoeists which is the best canoe ; but I won't put you to that trouble. I rather like the Lord Ross lateen rig better than any other, but, as you are going to try different kinds of canoes, it would be a good idea for you to try different rigs. For example, have your 'Rob Roy' rigged with lateen-sails; 15 V 1 6 THE CRUISE OF THE CANOE CLUB rig the 'Shadow' with a balance-lug, the 'Rice Laker' with a 'sharpie' leg-of-mutton, and the canvas canoe with the standing lug. Each one of these rigs has its advocates, who will prove to you that it is better than any other, and you can't do better than try them all. Only be sure to tell the builders that every canoe must have two masts, and neither of the two sails must be too big to be safely handled." "How does it happen that every canoeist is so perfectly certain that he has the best canoe and the best rig in existence?" asked Tom. "That is one of the great merits of canoeing," replied the Commodore. "It makes every man contented, and develops in him decision of char- acter. I've known a canoeist to have a canoe so leaky that he spent half his time bailing her out, and rigged in such a way that she would neither sail nor do anything in a breeze except capsize; and yet he was never tired of boasting of the im- mense superiority of his canoe. There's a great THE CRUISE OF THE CANOE CLUB 17 deal of suffering in canoeing," continued the Commodore, musingly, "but its effects on the moral character are priceless. My dear boys, you have no idea how happy and contented you will be when you are wet through, cramped and blistered, and have to go into camp in a heavy rain, and without any supper except dry crackers." While the boys were waiting for their canoes they read all the books on canoeing that they could find, and searched through a dozen vol- umes of the London Field, which they found in Uncle John's library, for articles and letters on canoeing. They thus learned a good deal, and when their canoes arrived they were able to dis- cuss their respective merits with a good degree of intelligence. The "Rob Roy" and the "Shadow" were built with white cedar planks and Spanish cedar decks. They shone with varnish, and their nickel-plated metal-work was as bright as silver. 1 8 THE CRUISE OF THE CANOE CLUB They were decidedly the prettiest of the four canoes, and it would have been very difficult to decide which was the prettier of the two. The "Rice Laker" was built without timbers or a keel, and was formed of two thicknesses of plank- ing riveted together, the grain of the inner plank- ing crossing that of the outer planking at right angles. She looked strong and serviceable, and before Tom had been in possession of her half an hour he was insisting that she was much the handiest canoe of the squadron, simply because she had no deck. The outside planks were of butternut; but they were pierced with so many rivets that they did not present so elegant an ap- pearance as did the planks of the "Shadow" and the /'Rob Roy." The canvas canoe consisted of a wooden skeleton-frame, covered and decked with painted canvas. She was very much the same in model as the "Shadow;" and though she seemed ugly in comparison with her varnished sisters, Charley claimed that he would get more THE CRUISE OF THE CANOE CLUB 19 comfort out of his canoe than the other boys would out of theirs, for the reason that scratches that would spoil the beauty of the varnished wood could not seriously injure the painted can- vas. Thus each boy was quite contented, and as- serted that he would not change canoes with anybody. They were equally well contented with the way in which their canoes were rigged, and they no longer wondered at the confident way in which the canoeists to whom the Com- modore had introduced them spoke of the merits of their respective boats. Of course the subject of names for the canoes had been settled long before the canoes arrived. Joe had named his "Rob Roy" the Dawn; Harry's canoe was the Sunshine; Tom's the Twilight; and Charley's the Midnight. The last name did not seem particularly appropriate for a canoe, but it was in keeping with the other names, and, as the canoe was painted black, it 20 THE CRUISE OF THE CANOE CLUB might have been supposed to have some refer- ence to her color. The boys had intended to join the American Canoe Association, but Uncle John suggested that they would do well to make a cruise, and to become real canoeists, before asking for admis- sion to the association. They then decided to form a canoe club of their own, which they did; and Harry was elected the first Commodore of the Columbian Canoe Club, the flag of which was a pointed burgee of blue silk, with a white paddle worked upon it. Each canoe carried its private signal in addition to the club flag, and bore its name in gilt letters on a blue ground on each bow. Where to cruise was a question which was decided and reconsidered half a dozen times. From the books which they had read the boys had learned that there is, if anything, more fun in cruising on a narrow stream than in sailing on broad rivers; that running rapids is a de- THE CRUISE OF THE CANOE CLUB 21 lightful sport, and that streams should always be descended instead of ascended in a canoe. They, therefore, wanted to discover a narrow stream with safe and easy rapids, and also to cruise on some lake or wide river where they could test the canoes under sail and under pad- dle in rough water. They learned more of the geography of the Eastern States and of Canada, in searching the map for a good cruising route, than they had ever learned at school; and they finally selected a route which seemed to com- bine all varieties of canoeing. The cruise was to begin at the southern end of Lake Memphremagog, in Vermont. On this lake, which is thirty miles long, the young canoe- ists expected to spend several days, and to learn to handle the canoes under sail. From the north- ern end of the lake, which is in Canada, they intended to descend its outlet, the Magog River, which is a narrow stream, emptying into the St. Francis River at Sherbrooke. From Sher- 22 THE CRUISE OF THE CANOE CLUB brooke the St. Francis was to be descended to the St. Lawrence, down which the canoes were to sail to Quebec. They wrote to the post-master at Sherbrooke asking him if the Magog and the St. Francis were navigable by canoes, and when he replied that there were only one or two rapids in the Magog, which they could easily run, they were more then ever satisfied with their route. The previous cruises that the boys had made had taught them what stores and provisions were absolutely necessary and what could be spared. Each canoe was provided with a water-proof bag to hold a blanket and dry clothes, and with a pair of small cushions stuffed with elastic felt, a material lighter than cork, and incapable of retaining moisture. These cushions were to be used as mattresses at night, and the rubber blan- kets were to be placed over the canoes and used as shelter tents. Although the mattresses would have made excellent life-preservers, Uncle John THE CRUISE OF THE CANOE CLUB 23 presented each canoeist with a rubber life-belt, which could be buckled around the waist in a few seconds in case of danger of a capsize. Harry provided his canoe with a canvas canoe- tent, made from drawings published in the Lon- don Field, but the others decided not to go to the expense of making similar tents until Harry's should have been thoroughly tested. When all was ready the blankets and stores were packed in the Sunshine, the cockpit of which was provided with hatches, which could be locked up, thus making the canoe serve the purpose of a trunk. The four canoes were then sent by rail to Newport, at the southern end of Lake Memphremagog, and a week later the boys followed them, carrying their paddles by hand, for the reason that, if they had been sent with the canoes and had 'been lost or stolen, it would have been impossible to start on the cruise until new paddles had been procured. Newport was reached, after an all-night jour- 24 THE CRUISE OF THE CANOE CLUB ney, at about two o'clock in the morning. The canoeists went straight to the freight-house to inspect the canoes. They were all there, rest- ing on the heads of a long row of barrels, and were apparently all right. The varnish of the Dawn and the Sunshine was scratched in a few places, and the canvas canoe had a very small hole punched through her deck, as if she had been too intimate with a nail in the course of her journey. The boys were, however, well satis- fied with the appearance of the boats, and so walked up to the hotel to get dinner and a supply of sandwiches, bread, and eggs for their supper. Dinner was all ready, for, under the name of breakfast, it was waiting for the passengers of the train, which made a stop of half an hour at Newport. A band was playing on the deck of a steamer which was just about to start down the lake, and the boys displayed appetites, as they sat near the open window looking out on THE CRUISE OF THE CANOE CLUB 25 the beautiful landscape, which rather astonished the waiter A good, quiet place for launching the canoes was found, which was both shady and out of sight of the hotel. It was easy enough to carry the three empty canoes down to the shore; but the Sunshine, with her heavy cargo, proved too great a load, and about half-way between the freight-house and the shore she had to be laid on the ground and partly emptied. Here Joe, who tried to carry the spars and paddles of four canoes on his shoulder, found that there is noth- ing more exasperating than a load of sticks of different sizes. No matter how firmly he tried to hold them together, they would spread apart at every imaginable angle. Before he had gone three rods he looked like some new kind of porcupine with gigantic quills sticking out all over him. Then he began to drop things, and stooping to pick them up, managed to trip him- self and fall with a tremendous clatter. He 26 THE CRUISE OF THE CANOE CLUB picked himself up and made sixteen journeys between the spot where he fell and the shore of the lake, carrying only one spar at a time, and grasping that with both hands. His companions sat down on the grass and laughed to see the de- liberate way in which he made his successive journeys, but Joe, with a perfectly serious face, said that he was going to get the better of those spars, no matter how much trouble it might cost him, and that he was not going to allow them to get together and play tricks on him again. It was tiresome stooping over, packing the canoes, but finally they were all in order, and the Commodore gave the order to launch them. The lake was perfectly calm, and the little fleet started under paddle for a long, sandy point that jutted out into the lake some three miles from Newport. The Sunshine and the Dawn pad- dled side by side, and the two other canoes fol- lowed close behind them. "Boys, isn't this perfectly elegant?" exclaimed THE CRUISE OF THE CANOE CLUB 27 Harry, laying down his paddle when the fleet was about a mile from the shore and bathing his hot head with water from the lake. "Did you ever see any thing so lovely as this blue water?" "Yes," said Charley; "the water's all right outside of the canoes, but I'd rather have a little less inside of mine." "What do you mean?" asked Harry. "Is she leaking?" "She's half full of water, that's all," replied Charley, beginning to bail vigorously with his hat. "Halloo!" cried Joe, suddenly. "Here's the water up to the top of my cushions." "We'd better paddle on and get ashore as soon as possible," said Harry. "My boat is leaking a little too." Charley bailed steadily for ten minutes, and somewhat reduced the amount of water in his canoe. The moment he began paddling, how- ever, the leak increased. He paddled with his 28 THE CRUISE OF THE CANOE CLUB utmost strength, knowing that if he did not soon reach land he would be swamped; but the water- logged canoe was very heavy, and he could not drive her rapidly through the water. His com- panions kept near him, and advised him to drop his paddle and to bail, but he knew that the wa- ter was coming in faster than he could bail it out, and so he wasted no time in the effort. It soon became evident that his canoe would never keep afloat to reach the sand spit for which he had been steering, so he turned aside and pad- dled for a little clump of rushes, where he knew the water must be shallow. Suddenly he stopped paddling, and almost at the same moment his canoe sunk under him, and he sprung up to swim clear of her. CHAPTER III. T UCKILY the water was only four feet deep, - ' as Charley found when he tried to touch bottom; so he stopped swimming, and, with the water nearly up to his shoulders, stood still and began to think what to do next. The canoes including the sunken Midnight were a good mile from the shore, and al- though the sandy shoal on which Charley was standing was firm and hard it was of small ex- tent, and the water all around it was too deep to be waded. "You'll have to get into one of our canoes," said Harry. "How am I going to do it without capsizing her?" replied Charley. "I don't believe it can be done," said Harry, as he looked first at the Sunshine and then at 20 30 THE CRUISE OF THE CANOE CLUB the Twilight; "but then you've got to do it some- how. You can't swim a whole mile, can you?" "Of course I can't, but then it wouldn't do me any good to spill one of you fellows by trying to climb out of the water into a canoe that's as full now as she ought to be. Besides, I'm not going to desert the Midnight." "I thought the Midnight had deserted you," said Joe. "If my canoe should go to the bottom of the lake without giving me any warning, I shouldn't think it a bit rude to leave her there." "Don't talk nonsense!" exclaimed Charley; "but come here and help me get my canoe afloat again. We can do it, I think, if we go to work the right way." Charley found no difficulty in getting hold of the painter of his canoe with the help of his paddle. Giving the end of the painter to Joe, he took the Dawn's painter, and by ducking down under the water succeeded after two or three attempts in reeving it through the stern- THE CRUISE OF THE CANOE CLUB 31 post of the sunken canoe, and giving one end to Harry and the other to Tom. Then, taking the bow painter from Joe, he grasped it firmly with both hands, and at a given signal all the boys, except Joe, made a desperate effort to bring the wreck to the surface. They could not do it. They managed to raise her off the bottom, but Harry and Tom in their canoes could not lift to any advantage, and so were forced to let her settle down again. "I've got to unload her," said Charley, gloom- ily. "I think we can get her up if there is noth- ing in her except water. Anyhow we've got to try." It was tiresome work to get the water-soaked stores and canned provisions out of the canoe, and Charley had to duck his head under the water at least a dozen times before the heaviest part of the Midnight's cargo could be brought up and passed into the other canoes. His com- rades wanted to jump overboard and help him, 32 THE CRUISE OF THE CANOE CLUB but he convinced them that they would have great difficulty in climbing back into their canoes, and that in all probability they would capsize themselves in so doing. "He's right!" cried Joe. "Commodore, please make an order that hereafter only one canoe shall be wrecked at a time. We must keep some dry stores in the fleet." When the Midnight was partly unloaded a new and successful effort was made to raise her. As soon as she reached the surface Charley rolled her over, bottom upward, and in this posi- tion the small amount of air imprisoned under her kept her afloat. The cause of the leak was quickly discovered. There was a hole through her canvas bottom nearly an inch in diameter, made by some blow she had received while on the way to the lake. The wonder was, not that she sunk when she did, but that she had floated long enough to be paddled a mile. It is probable that the ballast- THE CRUISE OF THE CANOE CLUB 33 bag, which was close by the hole, had partly stopped the leak at first, but had afterward been slightly moved, thus permitting the water to rush freely in. The surface of painted canvas dries very quickly in the hot sun, and it was not long be- fore the bottom of the Midnight was dry enough to be temporarily patched. Harry lighted his spirit-lamp and melted a little of the lump of rosin and tallow which had been provided for mending leaks. This was spread over a patch of new canvas; the patch was then placed over the hole, and more of the melted rosin and tallow smeared over it. In about fifteen minutes the patch was dry enough to be serviceable, and Charley righted the canoe, bailed her out, and by throwing himself across the cockpit, and then carefully turning himself so as to get his legs into it, found himself once more afloat and ready to paddle. The canoe still leaked, but the leak could be 34 THE CRUISE OF THE CANOE CLUB kept under without difficulty by occasional bail- ing, and in the course of half an hour the sand spit for which the fleet had started was reached. It was part o'f a large island with steep, rocky shores and a beautiful little sandy beach. It was just the place for a camp ; and though the boys had expected to camp some miles farther north, the sinking of Charley's canoe had so de- layed them that it was already nearly six o'clock, and they therefore decided to paddle no farther that day. The canoes were hauled out on the beach, and unloaded and shored up with their rudders, backboards, and a few pieces of drift-wood so as to stand on an even keel. Then came the work of rigging shelters over them for the night. Harry's canoe-tent was supported by four small upright sticks resting on the deck and fitting into cross-pieces sewed into the roof of the tent. The sides and ends buttoned down to the gunwale and deck of the canoe, and two curtains, one on each THE CRUISE OF THE CANOE CLUB 35 side, which could be rolled up like carriage- curtains in fair weather and buttoned down in rainy weather, served both as the doors and windows of the tent. The shelters rigged by the other boys were much less complete. The two masts of each canoe were stepped, the pad- dle was lashed between them, and a rubber blan- ket was hung over the paddle, with its edges reaching nearly to the ground. The blankets and the bags which served as pillows were then arranged, and the canoes were ready for the night. It was a warm and clear night, and a breeze which came up from the south at sunset blew the mosquitoes away. Harry found his tent, with the curtains rolled up, cool and pleasant; but his fellow-canoeists found themselves fairly suf- focating under their rubber blankets, and were compelled to throw them aside. Toward morning, when the day was just be- ginning to dawn, the canoeists were suddenly 36 THE CRUISE OF THE CANOE CLUB awakened by a rush of many heavy, trampling feet which shook the ground. It was enough to startle any one, and the boys sprung up in such a hurry that Harry struck his head against the roof of his tent, knocked it down, upset the canoe, and could not at first decide whether he was taking part in a railway collision or whether an earthquake of the very best quality had happened. The cause of the disturbance was a herd of horses trotting down to the water's edge to drink. There were at least twenty of them, and had the canoes happened to be in their path they might have stumbled over them in the faint morning light; in which case the boys would have had the experience of being shipwrecked on dry land. A gentle southerly breeze wrinkled the wa- ter while breakfast was cooking, and the Com- modore ordered that the masts and sails should be got ready for use. It was impossible to make an early start, for Charley's blankets had THE CRUISE OF THE CANOE CLUB 37 to be dried in the sun, and the hole in his canoe had to be repaired with a new patch in a thor- ough and workmanlike way. It was, therefore, ten o'clock before the canoes were ready to be launched; and in the mean time the wind had increased so much that the boys decided to use only their main-sails. The moment the sails drew the canoes shot off at a pace which filled the young canoeists with delight. The canoes were in good trim for sailing, as they were not overloaded ; and while they were skirting the west shore of the island the water was quite smooth. Each canoe carried a bag partly filled with sand for ballast, and every one except Joe had lashed his ballast-bag to the keelson. This was a precaution which Joe had forgotten to take, and before long he had good reason to regret his error. As soon as the northern end of the island was passed the canoes came to a part of the lake where there was quite a heavy sea. The Dawn 38 THE CRUISE OF THE CANOE CLUB and the Twilight were steered by the paddle, which passed through a row-lock provided for the purpose; and Joe and Tom found little diffi- culty in keeping their canoes directly before the wind. The two other canoes were steered with rudders, and occasionally, when their bows dip- ped, their rudders were thrown nearly out of the water, in consequence of which they steered wildly. All the canoes showed a tendency to roll a good deal, and now and then a little wa- ter would wash over the deck. It was fine sport running down the lake with such a breeze, and the boys enjoyed it immensely. The wind continued to rise, and the lake be- came covered with white caps. "Commodore," said Charley Smith, "I don't mean to show any disrespect to my commanding officer, but it seems to me this is getting a little risky." "How is it risky?" asked Harry. "You're a sailor and know twice as much about boats as I do, if I am Commodore." THE CRUISE OF THE CANOE CLUB 39 "It's risky in two or three ways. For instance, if the wind blows like this much longer a fol- lowing sea will swamp some one of us." "Oh! we're going fast enough to keep out of the way of the sea," cried Joe. "Just notice how your canoe comes almost to a dead stop every time she sinks between two seas, and you won't feel quite so sure that you're running faster than the sea is." The boys saw that Charley was right. The canoes were so light that they lost their headway between the seas, and it was evident that they were in danger of being overtaken by a follow- ing sea. "Tell us two or three more dangers, just to cheer us up, won't you?" asked Joe, who was in high spirits with the excitement of the sail. "There's the danger of rolling our booms under, and there is a great deal of danger that Harry's canoe and mine will broach-to when our rudders are out of water." 40 THE CRUISE OF THE CANOE CLUB "What will happen if they do broach-to?" "They'll capsize, that's all," replied Charley. "What had we better do?" asked Harry. "There's no use in capsizing ourselves in the middle of the lake." "My advice is that we haul on the port tack, and run over to the west shore. The moment we get this wind and sea on the quarter we shall be all right though, to be sure, we've got more sail up than we ought to have." The canoes were quite near together, with the exception of the Twilight, which was outsailing the others; but even she was still near enough to be hailed. Harry hailed her, and ordered the fleet to steer for a cove on the west shore. As soon as the wind was brought on the port quar- ter the canoes increased their speed; and al- though the Twilight made more leeway than the others, she drew ahead of them very fast. The wind was now precisely what the canoes wanted to bring out their sailing qualities. The THE CRUISE OF THE CANOE CLUB 41 Sunshine soon showed that she was the most weatherly, as the Twilight was the least weath- early, of the fleet. The Midnight kept up very fairly with the Sunshine; and the Dawn, with- her small lateen-sail, skimmed over the water so fast that it was evident that if she could have carried the big balance-lug of the Sunshine she would easily have beaten her. The canoes were no longer in danger o'f being swamped; but the wind continuing to rise, the boys found that they were carrying more sail than was safe. They did not want to take in their sails and paddle, and though all of the sails except the Dawn's lateen could be reefed, no- body wanted to be the first to propose to reef; and Harry, in his excitement, forgot all about reefing. The wind, which had been blowing very steadily, now began to blow in gusts, and the boys had to lean 'far out to windward to keep their canoes right side up. "We can't keep on this way much longer with- 42 THE CRUISE OF THE CANOE CLUB out coming to grief," Charley cried at the top of his lungs, so that Harry, who was some dis- tance to windward, could hear him. "What do you say?" replied Harry. "We've got too much sail on," yelled Charley. "Of course we'll sail on. This is perfectly gor- geous!" was Harry's answer. "He don't hear," said Charley. "I say, Joe, you'd better take in your main-sail, and set the dandy in its place. You'll spill yourself pres- ently." "The dandy's stowed down below, where I can't get at it. I guess I can hold her up till we get across." Tom was by this time far out of hailing dis- tance, and was apparently getting on very well. Charley did not doubt that he could manage his own canoe well enough, but he was very uneasy about Harry and Joe, who did not seem to realize that they were carrying sail altogether too reck- lessly. The fleet was nearly two miles from the THE CRUISE OF THE CANOE CLUB 43 shore, and a capsize in the heavy sea that was running would have been no joke. Charley turned part way around in his canoe. to see if his life-belt was in handy reach. As he did so he saw that the water a quarter of a mile to windward was black with a fierce squall that was approaching. He instantly brought his canoe up to the wind, so that the squall would strike him on the port bow, and called out to Harry and Joe to follow his example. Harry did not hear him, and Joe, instead of promptly following Charley's advice, stopped to wondei what he was trying to do. The squall explained the matter almost immediately. It struck the Sunshine and the Dawn, and instantly capsized them, and then rushed on to overtake Tom, and to convince him that Lake Memphremagog is not a good place for inexperienced canoeists who want to carry sail recklessly in squally weather. CHAPTER IV. IT^ROM the books they had read Harry and Joe had learned exactly what to do in case of capsizing under sail, and had often discussed the matter. "When I capsize," Harry would say, "I shall pull the masts out of her, and she'll then right of her own accord. Then I shall un- ship the rudder, put my hands on the stern-post, and raise myself up so that I can straddle the deck, and gradually work my way along until I can get into the cockpit. After that I shall bail her out, step the masts, and sail on again." Nothing could be easier than to describe this plan while sitting in a comfortable room on shore, but to carry it out in a rough sea was a different affair. Harry was not at all frightened when he found himself in the water, and he instantly swum 44 THE CRUISE OF THE CANOE CLUB 45 clear of the canoe, to avoid becoming entangled in her rigging. He then proceeded to unship the masts and the rudder, and when this was done tried to climb in over the stern. He found that it was quite impossible. No sooner would he get astride of the stern than the canoe would roll and throw him into the water again. After half a dozen attempts he gave it up, and swimming to the side of the canoe managed to throw him- self across the cockpit. This was the way in which Charley Smith had climbed into his canoe the day before, and to Harry's great surprise for no such method of climbing into a canoe had been mentioned in any of the books he had read it proved successful. Of course the deck of the canoe was now level with the water, which washed in and out of her with every sea that struck her. Harry seized the empty tin can which he used as a bailer, and which was made fast to one of the timbers of the canoe with a line, to prevent it from floating 46 THE CRUISE OF THE CANOE CLUB away, but he could not make any headway in bailing her out. The water washed into her just as fast as he could throw it out again, and he began to think that he should have to paddle the canoe ashore full of water. This would have been hard work, for with so much water in her she was tremendously heavy and unwieldy; but, after getting her head up to the wind with his paddle, he found that less water washed into her, and after long and steady work he succeeded in bailing most of it out. Meanwhile Charley, whose help Harry had declined, because he felt so sure that he could get out of his difficulty by following the plan that he had learned from books on canoeing, was trying to help Joe. At first Joe thought it was a good joke to be capsized. His Lord Ross lateen-sail, with its boom and yard, had floated clear of the canoe of its own accord, and, as the only spar left standing was a mast about two feet high, she ought to have righted. But Joe THE CRUISE OF THE CANOE CLUB 47 had forgotten to lash his sand-bag to the keel- son, and the result was that whenever he touched the canoe she would roll completely over and come up on the other side. Joe could neither climb in over the stern nor throw himself across the deck, and every attempt he made resulted in securing for him a fresh ducking. Charley tried to help him by holding on to the capsized canoe, but he could not keep it right side up; and as Joe soon began to show signs of becom- ing exhausted Charley was about to insist that he should hang on to the stern of the Midnight, and allow himself to be tower ashore, when Tom in the Twilight, arrived on the scene. Tom had seen the Dawn and the Sunshine cap- size, and was far enough to leeward to have time to take in his sail before the squall reached him. It therefore did him no harm, and he paddled up against the wind to help his friends. It took him some time to reach the Dawn, for it blew so hard that when one blade of the paddle was 48 THE CRUISE OF THE CANOE CLUB in the water he could hardly force the other blade against the wind. Before the cruise was over he learned that by turning one blade at right angles to the other for the two blades of a paddle are joined together by a ferrule in the middle he could paddle against a head-wind with much less labor. The Twilight, being an undecked "Rice Lake" canoe, could easily carry two persons, and, with the help of Charley and Tom, Joe climbed into her. Charley then picked up the floating sail of the Dawn, made her painter fast to his own stern, and started under paddle for the shore. It was not a light task to tow the water-logged canoe, but both the sea and the wind helped him, and he landed by the time that the other boys had got the camp-fire started and the coffee nearly ready. "Well," said Harry, "I've learned how to get into a canoe to-day. If I'd stuck to the rule and THE CRUISE OF THE CANOE CLUB 49 tried to get in over the stern I should be out in the lake yet." "I'm going to write to the London Field and get it to print my new rule about capsizing," said Joe. "What's that?" asked Charley. "To turn somersaults in the water? That was what you were doing all the time until Tom came up." "That was for exercise, and had nothing to do with my rule, which is, 'Always have a fellow in a "Rice Lake" canoe to pick you up.' ' "All your trouble came from forgetting to lash your ballast-bag," remarked Harry. "I hope it will teach you a lesson." "That's a proper remark for a Commodore who wants to enforce discipline," cried Charley; "but I insist that the trouble came from carry- ing too much sail." "The sail would have been all right if it hadn't been for the wind," replied Harry. 50 THE CRUISE OF THE CANOE CLUB "And the wind wouldn't have done us any harm if we hadn't been on the lake," added Joe. "Boys, attention!" cried Harry. "Captain Charles Smith is hereby appointed sailing-mas- ter of this fleet, and will be obeyed and respected accordingly, or, at any rate, as much as he can make us obey and respect him. Anyhow, it will be his duty to tell us how much sail to carry, and how to manage the canoes under sail." "This is the second day of the cruise," re- marked Joe an hour later, as he crept into his blankets, "and I have been wet but once. There is something wrong about it, for on our other cruises I was always wet through once every day. However, I'll hope for the best." In the middle of the night Joe had reason to feel more satisfied. It began to rain. As his rubber blanket was wet, and in that state seemed hotter than ever, Joe could not sleep under the shelter of it, and, as on the previous night, went to sleep with nothing over him but his woollen THE CRUISE OF THE CANOE CLUB 51 blanket. His head was underneath the deck, and as the rain began to fall very gently, it did not awaken him until his blanket was thoroughly wet. He roused himself and sat up. He was start- led to see a figure wrapped in a rubber blanket sitting on his deck. "Who's there?" he asked, suddenly. "Sing out, or I'll shoot!" "You can't shoot with a jack-knife or a tin bailer, so I'm not much afraid of you," was the reply. "Oh, it's you, Tom, is it?" said Joe, much re- lieved. "What in the world are you doing there?" "My canoe's half full of water, so I came out into the rain to get dry." "Couldn't you keep the rain out of the canoe with the rubber blanket?" "The canoe is fourteen feet long, and hasn't any deck, and the blanket is six feet long. I had 52 THE CRUISE OF THE CANOE CLUB the blanket hung over the paddle, but of course the rain came in at the ends of the canoe." "Well, I'm pretty wet, for I didn't cover my canoe at all. What'll we do?" "Sit here till it lets up, I suppose," replied Tom. "It must stop raining some time." "I've got a better plan than that. Is your rubber blanket dry inside? Mine isn't." "Yes, it's dry enough." "Let's put it on the ground to lie on, and use my rubber blanket for a tent. We can put it over a ridge-pole about two feet from the ground, and stake the edges down." "What will we do for blankets? It's too cold to sleep without them." "We can each borrow one from Harry and Charley. They've got two apiece, and can spare one of them." Joe's plan was evidently the only one to be adopted; and so the two boys pitched their little rubber tent, borrowed two blankets, and crept THE CRUISE OF THE CANOE CLUB 53 under shelter. They were decidedly wet, but they lay close together and managed to keep warm. In the morning they woke up rested and comfortable, to find a bright sun shining and their clothes dried by the heat of their bodies. Neither had taken the slightest cold, although they had run what was undoubtedly a serious risk, in spite of the fact that one does not easily take cold when camping out. As they were enjoying their breakfast the canoeists naturally talked over the events of the previous day and night. Harry had been kept perfectly dry by his canoe tent one side of which he had left open, so as to have plenty of fresh air; and Charley had also been well pro- tected from the rain by his rubber blanket, hung in the usual way over the paddle, although he had been far too warm to be comfortable. "I'm tired of suffocating under that rubber blanket of mine, and I've invented a new way of covering the canoe at night, which will leave 54 THE CRUISE OF THE CANOE CLUB me a little air to breathe. I'll explain it to you when we camp to-night, Joe." "I'm glad to hear it, for I've made up my mind that I'd rather be rained on than take a Turkish bath all night long under that suffo- cating blanket." "Will your new plan work on my canoe?" asked Tom. "No; nothing will keep that 'Rice Lake' bath- tub of yours dry in a rain, unless you deck her over." "That's what I'm going to do when we get to Magog. I'll buy some canvas and deck over the ends of my canoe. Sleeping in her in the rain as she is now is like sleeping in a cistern with the water running into it." "Now that we've had a chance to try our sails, which rig do you like best, Sailing-master?" asked Harry. "That lateen-rig that Joe has," replied Char- ley. "He can set his sail and take it in while THE CRUISE OF THE CANOE CLUB 55 the rest of us are trying to find our halyards. Did you see how the whole concern spars and sail floated free of the canoe of their own ac- cord the moment she capsized?" "That's so; but then my big balance-lug holds more wind than Joe's sail." "It held too much yesterday. It's a first-rate rig for racing, but it isn't anything like as handy as the lateen for cruising; neither is my standing- lug. I tried to get it down in a hurry yesterday, and the halyards jammed, and I couldn't get it down for two or three minutes." "I can get my leg-of-mutton in easy enough," remarked Tom, "but I can't get the mast out of the step unless the water's perfectly smooth, and I don't believe I could then without going ashore." "Now, Commodore," said Charley, "if you'll give the order to start, I'll give the order to carry all sail. The breeze is light and the water is 56 THE CRUISE OF THE CANOE CLUB smooth, and we ought to run down to the end of the lake by noon." The little fleet made a beautiful appearance as it cruised down the lake under full sail. The breeze was westerly, which fact enabled the canoes to carry their after-sails technically known as "dandies" to much advantage. When running directly before the wind the "dandy" is sometimes a dangerous sail, as it is apt to make the canoe broach-to ; but with a wind from any other direction than dead aft it is a very useful sail. The canoes sailed faster than they had sailed the day before, because there was no rough sea to check their headway. They rachd Magog at noon, went to the hotel for a good dinner, bought some canvas with which to deck Tom's canoe, and then looked at the dam which crosses the Magog River a few rods from the lake, and wondered how they were ever to get through the rapids below it. THE CRUISE OF THE CANOE CLUB 57 There was a place where the canoes could be lowered one by one over the breast of the dam and launched in a little eddy immediately below. The rapids, which extended from below the dam for nearly a quarter of a mile, were, however, very uninviting to a timid canoeist. The water did not seem to be more than three or four feet deep, but it was very swift, and full of rocks. "You boys can't never run them rapids in them boats," said a man who came to look at the canoes. "You'll have to get a cart and haul round 'em." The boys did not like to be daunted by their first rapid, and, as there did not seem to be much risk of drowning, they decided to take the chances of getting the canoes through it safely. Harry gave the order to lash everything fast in the canoes that could be washed overboard, and he prepared to lead the way in the Sunshine. It was magnificent sport shooting down the rapid like an arrow. The canoes drove through 58 THE CRUISE OF THE CANOE CLUB two or three waves which washed the decks, though the canoe-aprons of the Dawn, Sunshine, and Midnight kept the water from getting into the cockpits. Harry's and Charley's canoes each struck once on the same rock while in the rapid, but in each case only the keel struck the rock, and the current dragged the canoes safely over it. When the fleet was reunited in the smooth water below the rapid the boys expressed their enthusiasm by all talking at once at the top of their lungs. Every one was delighted with the way his canoe had acted, and with the skill with which he had avoided this or that rock, or had discovered the best channel just at the right mo- ment. In their excitement they let the canoes float gently down the stream, until they suddenly discovered another rapid at the beginning of a sharp bend in the river just ahead of them. It was nothing like as fierce in appearance as the first rapid, and as Harry led the way the others followed close after him, one behind the THE CRUISE OF THE CANOE CLUB 59 other, fancying that they could run the rapid without the least trouble. Half-way down Harry's canoe struck on a rock, swung broadside to the current, and hung there. Tom was so close behind him that he could not alter his course, and so ran straight into the Sunshine with a terrible crash. The Dawn and the Twilight instantly followed, and as the four canoes thus piled together keeled over and spilled their oc- cupants into the river, it began to look as if the rapid had determined to make the irreverent young canoeists respect it. CHAPTER V. YT7HEN the boys were compelled to jump overboard they could see that the water was only about two feet deep ; but they did not know whether they could stand up against the fierce current. They found that they could, al- though they had to move slowly to avoid being swept off their feet. Harry's canoe was easily pushed off the rock on which it had run, and the moment it was out of the way the other canoes were free. Each canoeist seized the stern of his own canoe, and let it drag him down the rest of the rapid, which fortunately was a short one. While performing this feat the knees of the canoeists were scraped over the rocks, and they received several unpleasant bruises; but they thought it was impossible to get into their canoes in swi'ft water, and so had no choice ex- 60 THE CRUISE OF THE CANOE CLUB 61 cept to float down hanging on to the sterns of the canoes. Reaching the smooth water, they swum and pushed the canoes before them toward the shore. Here they found a great bank of sawdust that had floated down the river from the mill at Magog, and it was so soft and elastic that they determined to sleep on it that night, instead of sleeping in their canoes, since the sky was per- fectly clear and there was no danger of rain. The canoes were hauled out on the bank, so that the stores could be readily taken out of them. The canvas canoe did not seem to be in the least injured either by the rock on which she had struck or by the collision with the other canoes. Harry's canoe had sustained a lit- tle damage where one of the planks had been ground against the rock on which she had hung so long, but it was not enough to cause her to leak, and the injuries of the other canoes were confined to their varnish. 62 THE CRUISE OF THE CANOE CLUB "All the trouble," remarked Harry, "came from following too close after one another. To- morrow, if we find any more rapids, we will keep the canoes far enough apart, so that if one canoe runs aground the others can turn out for her." "We could have got into the canoes easy enough if we had only thought so," said Tom. "If I'd stood up on the rock and held the canoe along-side of it, I could have stepped in without any difficulty." "Why didn't you do it, then?" asked Harry. "Because I didn't happen to think of it, and because all the rest of you had started to float down after your canoes." "I noticed one thing about a rapid which if I was Commodore it would be my duty to im- press on your faithful but ignorant minds," said Joe. "When you see a big ripple on the water the rock that makes it isn't under the ripple, but is about four or five feet higher up stream." THE CRUISE OF THE CANOE CLUB 63 "That's so!" exclaimed Harry. "I ought to have remembered that, for Macgregor speaks about it in one of his books." "Whereabouts did your canoe strike, Commo- dore?" inquired Charley. "Oh, about midships." "And of course she swung round broadside to the current." "Didn't she, though! If I'd jumped out of her on the side I intended to when she first struck she would have swung against my legs ; but I re- membered that you must always jump out of a canoe in a rapid on the side above her." "What do you mean by the side above her?" asked Tom. "I mean that you must not jump out below her." "That's as clear as anything could be," said Joe. "Still, I'd like to know what you mean by 'below her.' " 64 THE CRUISE OF THE CANOE CLUty "There's an upper end and a lower end to every rapid, isn't there?" "Yes." "Well, the side of the canoe toward the upper end of a rapid is what I call 'above her.' If you jump out on that side she can't float against your legs and smash them." "Now, if you've got through with that ques- tion," continued Charley, "I want to say that if the Commodore had put his stores and his bal- last-bag in the stern of his canoe, so as to make her draw a good deal more water aft than she did forward, she would have struck aft of mid- ships, and wouldn't have swung around." "You're right. That's just what Macgregor recommends, but I forgot it. Boys, I hereby or- der every canoe to be loaded with all her ballast and cargo in the after compartment before we start to-morrow." "And I want to remind you fellows of one more thing," said Charley. "When the current THE CRUISE OF THE CANOE CLUB 65 is sweeping you toward a concave shore that is, where the river makes a bend don't try to keep your canoe clear of the shore by hard paddling. Just backwater on the side of the canoe that is toward the middle of the river." "That's Macgregor again!" cried Harry; "but I'd forgotten it. To-morrow we'll run our rapids in real scientific style." "Provided there are any more rapids," sug- gested Tom. "What did that Sherbrooke postmaster say about the Magog rapids?" inquired Joe. "Said there weren't any, except one or two which we could easily run," replied Harry. "Then w r e've probably got through with the rapids," said Charley. "I'm rather sorry, for it's good fun running them." Supper was now over, and the canoeists, spreading their rubber blankets on the sawdust, prepared to "turn in." They were in a wild and beautiful spot. The great "Rock Forest," as it 66 THE CRUISE OF THE CANOE CLUB is called, through which the Magog runs, is of vast extent, and is inhabited by bears and smaller wild animals. The boys from their camping ground could see nothing but the river, the dense woods on either bank, and the bright moonlit sky above them. The rapid was roaring as if it was angry at having failed to wreck the canoes, and the only other sound was the crackling of branches in the forest, and the occasional sigh- ing of the gentle breeze. The boys were tired, and, lulled by the sound of the rapids, soon dropped asleep. The recent rains had dampened the sawdust to the depth of about two inches, but below this depth it was dry and inflammable. A small fire had been made with which to cook supper, and the dampness of the sawdust had made the boys so confident that the fire would not spread, that they had not taken the trouble to put it out be- fore going to sleep. Now, it happened that the damp sawdust on THE CRUISE OF THE CANOE CLUB 67 which the fire had been kindled gradually be- came dry, and finally took fire. It burnt very slowly on the surface, but the dry sawdust im- mediately below burnt like tinder. About two hours after Harry had closed his eyes he was awakened from a dream that he had upset a burning spirit-lamp over his legs. To his hor- ror he saw that the whole bank of sawdust was on fire. Smoke was everywhere creeping up through the damp top layer, and at a little dis- tance from the canoes the smouldering fire had burst into roaring flames. Harry instantly called his comrades, and start- ing up they rushed to the canoes, threw their blankets and stores into them, and prepared to launch them. They had not a moment to spare. The flames were close to them, and were spread- ing every moment, and as they shoved the canoes toward the water their feet repeatedly sunk down through the ashes below the surface, the flames springing up as they hurriedly drew their feet 68 THE CRUISE OF THE CANOE CLUB back. It did not take many minutes to get the canoes into the water and to embark, but as the canoeists pushed out into the river the part of the bank where they had been sleeping burst into flames. A light breeze had sprung up which was just enough to fan the fire and to carry it into an immense pile of dry driftwood that lay on the shore below the sawdust bank. The boys waited in the quiet eddy near the bank and watched the progress of the fire. It licked up the drift-wood in a very few moments, and then, roaring with exultation over the work it had done, it swept into the forest. In half an hour's time a forest fire was burning which threatened to make a terrible destruction of timber, and the heat had grown so intense that the canoeists were com- pelled to drop down the stream to avoid it. Canoeing at night is always a ticklish busi- ness, but on a swift river, full of rapids, as is the Magog, it is exceedingly dangerous. The fire THE CRUISE OF THE CANOE CLUB 69 lighted the way for the fleet for a short distance, but before a landing-place was reached a turn on the river shut out the light, and at the same time the noise of a rapid close at hand was heard. The boys had no desire to entangle themselves in unknown rapids in the dark, and paddled at once for the shore opposite to that where the fire was raging. They found when they reached it that it was a perpendicular bank on which it was impossible to land. They floated down a short distance, hoping to find a landing spot, but none could be found. Then they attempted to cross the stream to the other shore, hoping that the fire would not spread in that direction. To their dis- may they found that they were already almost within the clutch of the rapid. The current had become strong and swift, and it was evident be- fore they had got half-way across the river that nothing but the hardest paddling could keep them from being drawn into the rapid. It was an occasion when everybody had to look out for 70 THE CRUISE OF THE CANOE CLUB himself and depend on his own paddles for safety. The young canoeists struck out manfully. Harry was the first to reach the shore, where he caught hold of the root of a tree and kept his canoe stationary. Tom followed closely behind him, and Harry told him to catch hold of the Sunshine until he could make the Twilight's painter fast to the root. Joe arrived a little later, for his canoe had run on a rock, and for a few minutes he was in great danger of a capsize. The three canoeists succeeded in tying up to the bank, where they expected every moment to be joined by Charley. The minutes passed on, but Charley did not appear. His comrades shouted for him, but there was no answer. In- deed, the rapid made such a noise, now that they were close upon it, that they could not have heard Charley's voice had he been a few yards from them. The fear that an accident had happened to Charley made the other boys very uneasy. Joe THE CRUISE OF THE CANOE CLUB 71 cast his canoe loose and paddled out into the river and nearly across it, looking for some signs of the Midnight and her owner, but he came back unsuccessful, after having narrowly escaped being carried down the rapid. There could no longer be any doubt that the current had swept the Midnight away, and that Charley had been compelled to make the hazardous and almost hopeless attempt of running the rapid in the dark. As soon as Joe returned Harry said that he would paddle out into the middle of the river where Charley was last seen, and would let his canoe drift down the rapid, but Tom and Joe insisted that he should do no such thing. Said Joe, "Either Charley is drowned or he isn't. If he isn't drowned he is somewhere at the foot of the rapid, where we'll find him as soon as it gets light. If he is drowned it won't do him any good for another of us to get drowned." 72 THE CRUISE OF THE CANOE CLUB "Joe is right," said Tom. "We must stay here till daylight." "And meanwhile Charley may be drowned!" exclaimed Harry. "I don't believe he is," replied Tom. "He's the best canoeist of any of us, and he is too good a sailor to get frightened. Then, he is very cau- tious, and I'll bet that the first thing he did when he found himself in the rapid was to buckle his life-belt round him." "If he did that it wouldn't hurt him if he were capsized." "Not if the rapid is like those we've run, and the chances are that it is. I feel sure that Char- ley has got through it all right, and without los- ing his canoe. We'll find him waiting for us in the morning." What Tom said seemed so reasonable that Harry gave up his wild idea of running the rapid, and agreed to wait until daylight. It was already nearly one o'clock, and at that time of THE CRUISE OF THE CANOE CLUB 73 year the day began to dawn by half-past three. There was no opportunity for the boys to sleep, but they occasionally nodded as they sat in their canoes. About two o'clock Harry poked Tom with his paddle, and in a low voice called his at- tention to the crackling of the twigs in the woods, a short distance from the bank. Something was: evidently making its way through the forest and coming nearer every minute to the canoes. The boys grasped their pistols and anxiously waited. They remembered that there were bears in the woods, and they fully believed that one was on its way down to the water. "Don't fire," whis- pered Harry, "till I give the word;" but while he was speaking a dark form parted the under- brush on the bank above them and came out into full view. CHAPTER VI. 'nr^HE early morning visitor was not a bear. * He was a very welcome visitor, for as soon as he made himself visible he was seen to be the missing canoeist. Charley was very wet and cold but he was soon furnished with dry clothes and a blanket, and warmed with a cup of hot coffee made with the help of Harry's spirit- lamp ; and as he lay on the bank and waited for daylight he told the story of his midnight run down the rapid. When the boys were crossing the river above the rapid Charley's canoe was close behind Joe's. The latter ran on a rock, and in order to avoid her Charley was compelled to pass below the rock. In so doing he found himself in great danger of running on another rock, and in his effort to avoid this he drifted still farther down 74 THE CRUISE OF THE CANOE CLUB 75 the river. Before he was aware of his danger he was caught by the current at the head of the rapid. He had just time to turn his canoe so as to head her down stream and to buckle hi? life-belt around him. In another second he was rushing down the rapid at a rate that, in view of the darkness, was really frightful. It was useless to attempt to guide the canoe. Charley could see so little in advance of him that he could not choose his channel nor avoid any rock that might lie in his path. He, there- fore, sat still, trusting that the current would carry him into the deepest channel and keep him clear of the rocks. The rapid seemed to be a very long one, but the Midnight ran it without taking in a drop of water or striking a single rock. As soon as quiet water was reached Charley paddled to the shore, intending to make his canoe fast and to sleep quietly in her until morning. He was in high spirits at having successfully run 76 THE CRUISE OF THE CANOE CLUB a rapid in the dark, and he paddled so carelessly that just as he was within a yard of the shore the canoe ran upon a sunken log, spilled her captain into the water, and then floated off in the dark- ness and disappeared. Charley had no difficulty in getting ashore, but he was wet to the skin, and his dry clothes and all his property, except his paddle, had gone on a cruise without him. There was nothing for him to do but to make his way back along the bank to the other boys. This proved to be a tire- some task. The woods were very thick, and full of underbrush and fallen trunks. Charley was terribly scratched, and his clothes badly torn, as he slowly forced his way through the bushes and among the trees. He was beginning to think that he would never reach the boys, when he fortunately heard their voices as they whispered together. When morning dawned the canoeists, feeling extremely cramped and stiff, cast their canoes THE CRUISE OF THE CANOE CLUB 77 loose, and started down the river, intending, if possible, to find Charley's canoe, and then go ashore for breakfast and a good long sleep. The rapid had been run so easily by Charley in the night that they rightly imagined they would find no difficulty in running it by daylight. Tom took Charley in the Twilight, and the fleet, with Harry leading the way, passed through the rapid without accident. The boys could not but won* der how Charley had escaped the rocks in the darkness, for the rapid, which was much the roughest and swiftest they had yet seen, seemed to be full of rocks. Not very far below the rapid the missing canoe was discovered aground in an eddy. She was uninjured; and as there was a sandy beach and plenty of shade near at hand the boys went ashore, made their breakfast, and, lying down on their rubber blankets, slept until the afternoon. It was time for dinner when the tired canoe- ists awoke, and by the time they had finished 78 THE CRUISE OF THE CANOE CLUB their meal and were once more afloat it was nearly three o'clock. They ran three more rapids without any trouble. Their canoes frequently struck on sunken rocks ; but as they were loaded so as to draw more water aft than they did for- ward, they usually struck aft of midships, and did not swing around broadside to the current. When a canoe struck in this way her captain un- jointed his paddle, and, taking a blade in each hand, generally succeeded in lifting her clear of the rock by pushing with both blades against the bottom of the river. In the next rapid Joe's canoe ran so high on a rock that was in the full force of the current that he could not get her afloat without getting out of her. He succeeded in getting into her again, however, without diffi- culty, by bringing her alongside of the rock on which he was standing, although he had to step in very quickly, as the current swept her away the moment he ceased to hold her. In running these rapids the canoes were kept THE CRUISE OF THE CANOE CLUB 79 at a safe distance apart, so that when one ran aground the one following her had time to steer clear of her. At Charley's suggestion the painter of each canoe was rove through the stern-post instead of the stem-post. By keeping the end of the painter in his hand the canoeist whose canoe ran aground could jump out and feel sure that the canoe could not run away from him, and that he could not turn her broadside to the stream by hauling on the painter, as would have been the case had the painter been rove through the stem-post. "I want to see that Sherbrooke postmaster!" exclaimed Joe, after running what was the seventh rapid, counting from the dam at Ma- gog. "He said there were only one or two little rapids in this river. Why, there isn't anything but rapids in it!" "There's something else just ahead of us worse than rapids," said Charley. "Look at that smoke." 8o THE CRUISE OF THE CANOE CLUB Just a little distance below the fleet the river was completely hidden by a dense cloud of smoke that rested on the water and rose like a heavy fog-bank above the tops of the highest trees. It was caused by a fire in the woods probably the very fire which the boys had started on the pre- vious night. How far down the river the smoke extended, and whether any one could breathe while in it, were questions of great importance to the canoeists. The fleet stopped just before reaching the smoke, and the boys backed water gently with their paddles while they discussed what they had better do. It was of no use to go ashore with the hope of finding how far the smoke extended, for it would have been as difficult to breathe on shore as on the water. "There's one good thing about it," said Char- ley: "the smoke blows right across the river, so the chances are that it does not extend very far down stream." THE CRUISE OF THE CANOE CLUB 81 "We can't hear the noise of any rapid," said Harry, "and that's another good thing. There can't be a rapid of any consequence within the next quarter of a mile." "Then I'll tell you what I'll do, with the Com- modore's permission," continued Charley. "There is no use in staying here all day, for that smoke may last for any length of time. I'll tie a wet handkerchief around my mouth and nose, and take the chances of paddling through the smoke. It isn't as thick close to the water as it looks to be, and I haven't the least doubt that I can run through it all right." "But suppose you get choked with smoke, or get into a dangerous rapid?" suggested Tom. "There isn't any rapid near us, or we would hear it, and I don't think the smoke will hurt me while I breathe through a wet handkerchief. At any rate, I'd rather try it than sit here and wait for the smoke to disappear." It was decided, after farther discussion, that 82 THE CRUISE OF THE CANOE CLUB Charley should attempt to paddle through the smoke, if he really wished to do so ; and that he should blow a whistle if he got through all right, and thought that the other boys could safely fol- low his example. Paddling a little way up stream, so as to have room to get up his fastest rate of speed before reaching the smoke, Char- ley started on his hazardous trip. He disap- peared in the smoke with his canoe rushing along at a tremendous rate, and in a few seconds his comrades heard him calling to them to come on without fear. They followed Charley's example in covering their mouths and noses with wet handkerchiefs, and in paddling at the top of their speed. They were agreeably surprised to find that the belt of smoke was only a few yards wide, and that almost before they had begun to find any diffi- culty in breathing they emerged into pure air and sunlight. "It was a risky business for you, Charley," THE CRUISE OF THE CANOE CLU$ 83 said Harry, "for the smoke might have covered the river for the next quarter of a mile." "But then it didn't, you see," replied Charley. "How cheap we should have felt if we had waited till morning for the smoke to blow away, and then found that we could have run through it as easily as we have done!" "Still, I say it was risky." "Well, admitting that it was, what then? We can't go canoeing unless we are ready to take risks occasionally. If nobody is ever to take a risk, there ought not to be any canoes, or ships, or railroads." "That Sherbrooke postmaster isn't afraid to take risks," observed Joe. "If he keeps on tell- ing canoeists that there are no rapids in this river, some of these days he'll have an accident with a large canoeist and a heavy paddle. We've run seven rapids already, and have another one ahead of us. If we ever get to Sherbrooke, I think it will be our duty to consider whether 84 THE CRUISE OF THE CANOE CLUB that postmaster ought to be allowed to live any longer." Just before sunset the fleet reached Magog Lake, a placid sheet of water about four miles long, with three or four houses scattered along its eastern shore. At one of these houses eggs, milk, butter, bread, a chicken, and a raspberry pie were bought, and the boys went into camp near the lower end of the lake. After a mag- nificent supper they went to bed rather proud of their achievements during the last day and night. The next day the canoeists started in the cool of the morning, and as soon as they left the lake found themeslves at the head of their eighth rapid. All that day they paddled down the river, running rapids every little while, jumping overboard when their canoes ran aground and refused to float, and occasionally slipping on the smooth rocky bottom of the stream and sitting down violently in the water. Once they came to a dam, over which the canoes had to be lowered, THE CRUISE OF THE CANOE CLUB 85 and on the brink of which Joe slipped and slid with awful swiftness into the pool below, from which he escaped with no other injury than torn trousers and wet clothes. "That postmaster said there were no dams in the Magog, didn't he?" asked Joe as he prepared to get into his canoe. "Well, I hope he hasn't any family." "Why, what about his family?" demanded Tom. "Nothing; only I'm going to try to get him to come down the Magog in a canoe, so he can see what a nice run it is. I suppose his body will be found some time, unless the bears get at him." "That's all rubbish, Joe," said Charley. "We wouldn't have had half the fun we've had if there hadn't been any rapids in the river. We're none the worse for getting a little wet." "We might have had less fun, but then I'd have had more trousers if it hadn't been for that 86 THE CRUISE OF THE CANOE CLUB dam. I like fun as well as anybody, but I can't land at Sherbrooke with these trousers." "I see Sherbrooke now!" exclaimed Harry; "so you'd better change your clothes while you have a chance." Sherbrooke was coming rapidly into sight as the fleet paddled down the stream, and in the course of half an hour the boys landed in the village, near a dam which converted the swift Magog into a lazy little pond. While his com- rades drew the canoes out of the water and made them ready to be carted to the St. Francis, Harry went to engage a cart. He soon returned with a big wagon large enough to take two canoes at once; and it was not long before the fleet was resting in the shade on the bank of the St. Fran- cis, and surrounded by a crowd of inquisitive men, boys, and girls. It was difficult to convince the men that the canoes had actually come from Lake Memphre- magog by the river, and the boys were made THE CRUISE OF THE CANOE CLUB 87 very proud of their success in running rapids which, the men declared, could only be run in skiffs during a freshet. Without an exception all the men agreed that there were rapids in the St. Francis which were really impassable, and that it would be foolish for the boys to think of descending that river. After making careful in- quiries, and convincing themselves that the men were in earnest, the canoeists retired some dis- tance from the crowd and held a council. "The question is," said Harry, "shall we try the St. Francis after what we have heard? The youngest officer present will give his opinion first. What do you say, Joe?" "I think I've had rapids and dams enough," replied Joe ; "and I'd rather try some river where we can sail. I vote against the St. Francis." "What do you say, Tom?" "I'll do anything the rest of you like; but I think we'd better give the St. Francis up." "Now, Charley, how do you vote?" 88 THE CRUISE OF THE CANOE CLUB "For going down the St. Francis. I don't believe these men know much about the river, or anything about canoes. Let's stick to our orig- inal plan." "There are two votes against the St. Francis, and one for it," said Harry. "I don't want to make a tie, so I'll vote with the majority. Boys, we won't go down the St. Francis, but we'll go to the hotel, stay there over Sunday, and decide where we will cruise next." "All right," said Joe, going to his canoe, and taking a paddle blade in his hand. "What in the world are you going to take that paddle to the hotel for?" asked Harry. "I'm going to see the postmaster who said there were no rapids in the Magog or the St. Francis; that's all," replied Joe. "I've a painful' duty to perform, and I'm going to perform it." CHAPTER VII. \ COUNCIL was held at the hotel, and a 4 * dozen different water-routes were dis- cussed. As the boys still wanted to carry out their original design of making a voyage to Quebec, they decided to take the canoes by rail to Rouse's Point, and from thence to descend the Richelieu River to the St. Lawrence. The rail- way journey would take nearly a whole day, but they thought it would be a rather pleasant change from the close confinement of canoeing. For it must be admitted that, delightful as they had found canoeing to be, the task of sitting for hours in the cockpit of a canoe with scarcely a possi- bility of materially changing one's position was tiresome, and the boys, after a night's sleep at the Sherbrooke hotel, felt decidedly stiff. As it would have taken three days to send the 8 9 90 THE CRUISE OF THE CANOE CLUB canoes to Rouse's Point by freight, the canoeists were compelled to take them on the same train with themselves. They went to the express office on Monday morning and tried to make a bargain with the express company. The agent astonished them by the enormous price which he demanded, and Harry, who acted as spokesman for the ex- pedition, told him that it was outrageous to ask such a price for carrying four light canoes. The man turned to a book in which were con- tained the express company's rates of charges, and showed Harry that there was a fixed rate for rowboats and shells. "But," said Harry, "a canoe is not a row-boat nor a shell. What justice is there in charging as much for a fourteen-foot canoe as for a forty- foot shell?" "Well," said the agent, "I dunno as it would be fair. But, then, these canoes of yours are pretty near as big as row-boats." "A canoe loaded as ours are don't weigh over THE CRUISE OF THE CANOE CLUB 91 one hundred and ten pounds. How much does a row-boat weigh?" "Well, about two or three hundred pounds." "Then, is it fair to charge as much for a canoe as for a row-boat, that weighs three times as milch?" The agent found it difficult to answer this ar- gument, and after thinking the matter over he agreed to take the canoes at half the rate ordi- narily charged for row-boats. The boys were pleased with their victory over him, but they still felt that to be compelled to pay four times as much for the canoes as they paid for their own railroad-tickets was an imposition. At ten o'clock the train rolled into the Sher- brooke station. To the great disappointment of the boys, no express-car was attached to it, the only place for express packages being a smal] compartment twelve feet long at one end of the smoking-car. It was obvious that canoes four- teen feet long could not go into a space only 92 THE CRUISE OF THE CANOE CLUB twelve feet long, and it seemed as if it would be necessary to wait twelve hours for the night- train, to which a large express-car was always attached. But the conductor of the train was a man who could sympathize with boys, and who had ideas of his own. He uncoupled the engine, which was immediately in front of the smoking- car, and then had the canoes taken in through the door of the smoking-car and placed on the backs of the seats. Very little room was left for passengers who wanted to smoke; but as there were only four or five of these they made no com- plaint. The canoes, with blankets under them, to protect the backs of the seats, rode safely, and when, late in the afternoon, Rouse's Point was reached, they were taken out of the car without a scratch. There was just time enough before sunset to paddle a short distance below the fort, where a camping-ground was found that would have been very pleasant had there been fewer mos- THE CRUISE OF THE CANOE CLUB 93 quitoes. They were the first Canadian mosqui- toes that had made the acquaintance of the young canoeists, and they seemed to be delighted. They sung and buzzed in quiet excitement, and fairly drove the boys from their supper to the shelter of the canoes. Harry had a long piece of mosquito-netting, which he threw over the top of his canoe-tent, and which fell over the openings on each side of the tent, thus protecting the occupants of the canoe from mosquitoes without depriving him of air. None of the other boys had taken the trouble to bring mosquito-netting with them, ex- cept Charley, who had a sort of mosquito-netting bag, which he drew over his head, and which prevented the mosquitoes from getting at his face and neck. As for Joe and Tom, the mosquitoes fell upon them with great enthusiasm, and soon reduced them to a most miserable condition. Tom was compelled to cover his head with his India- 94 THE CRUISE OF THE CANOE CLUB rubber blanket, and was nearly suffocated. Joe managed to tie a handkerchief over his face in such a way as to allow himself air enough to breathe, and at the same time to keep off the mosquitoes. Instead of covering the rest of hir body with his blanket, he deliberately exposed a bare arm and part of a bare leg, in hopes that he could thus satisfy the mosquitoes and induce them to be merciful. At the end of half an hour both Tom and Joe felt that they could endure the attacks of the insatiable insects no longer. They got up, and, stirring the embers of the fire, soon started a cheerful blaze. There were plenty of hemlock-trees close at hand, and the hemlock- boughs when thrown on the fire gave out a great deal of smoke. The two unfortunate boys sat in the lee of the fire and nearly choked them- selves with smoke; but they could endure the smoke better than the mosquitoes, and so they were left alone by the latter. In the course of the next hour a breeze sprung up, which blew THE CRUISE OF THE CANOE CLUB 95 the mosquitoes away, and the sleepy and nearly stifled boys were permitted to go to bed and to sleep. The wind died down before morning and the mosquitoes returned. As soon as it was light the canoeists made haste to get breakfast and to pad- dle out into the stream. The mosquitoes let them depart without attempting to follow them; and the boys, anchoring the canoes by making the ballast-bags fast to the painters, enjoyed an unmolested bath. As they were careful to anchor where the water was not quite four feet deep they had no difficulty in climbing into the canoes after the bath. Joe's mishap on Lake Memphremagog had taught them that getting into a canoe in deep water was easier in theory than in practice. Later in the morning the usual southerly breeze, which is found almost every morning on the Richelieu, gave the canoeists the oppor- tunity of making sail an opportunity that was 96 THE CRUISE OF THE CANOE CLUB all the more welcome since the cruise down the Magog had been exclusively a paddling cruise. The breeze was just fresh enough to make it prudent for the canoes to carry their main-sails only, and to give the canoeists plenty of employ- ment in watching the gusts that came through the openings in the woods that lined the western shore. About twelve miles below Rouse's Point the fleet reached "lie aux Noix," a beautiful island, in the middle of the stream, with a somewhat dilapidated fort at its northern end. The boys landed and examined the fort, and the ruined barracks which stood near it. The ditch sur- rounding the fort was half rilled with the wooden palisades which had rotted and fallen into it, and large trees had sprung up on the grassy slope of the outer wall. The interior was, how- ever, in good repair, and in one of the granite casemates lived an Irishman and his wife, who were the entire garrison. In former years the THE CRUISE OF THE CANOE CLUB 97 "He aux Noix" fort was one of the most im- portant defences of the Canadian frontier, and even in its present forlorn condition it could be defended much longer than could the big Ameri- can fort at Rouse's Point. The boys greatly en- joyed their visit to the island, and after lunch set sail, determined to make the most of the fair wind and to reach St. John before night. The breeze held, and in less than three hours the steeples and the railway bridge of St. John came in view. The canoeists landed at the upper end of the town ; and Harry and Charley, leaving the canoes in charge of the other boys, went in search of the Custom-house officer whose duty it was to inspect all vessels passing from the United States into Canada by way of the Riche- lieu River. Having found the officer, who was a very pleasant man, and who gave the fleet per- mission to proceed on its way without searching the canoes for smuggled goods, Harry and Charley walked on to examine the rapids, which 98 THE CRUISE OF THE CANOE CLUB begin just below the railway bridge. From St. John to Chambly, a distance of twelve miles, the river makes a rapid descent, and is entirely unnavigable for anything except canoes. A canal around the rapids enables canal boats and small vessels to reach the river at Chambly, where it again becomes navigable ; but the boys did not like the idea of paddling through the canal, and greatly preferred to run the rapids. The first rapid was a short but rough one. Still, it was no worse than the first of the Magog rapids, and Harry and Charley made up their minds that it could be safely run. The men of whom they made inquiries as to the rapids farther down said that they were impassable, and that the canoes had better pass directly into the canal, without attempting to run even the first rapid. Harry was inclined to think that this advice was good, but Charley pointed out that it would be possible to drag the canoes up the bank of the river and launch them in the canal THE CRUISE OF THE CANOE CLUB 99 at any point between St. John and Chambly, and that it would be time enough to abandon the river when it should really prove to be impassable. Returning to the canoes, the Commodore gave the order to prepare to run the rapids. In a short time the fleet, with the Sunshine in ad- vance, passed under the bridge; and narrowly escaping shipwreck on the remains of the wooden piles that once supported a bridge that had been destroyed by fire, entered the rapid. There was quite a crowd gathered to watch the canoes as they passed, but those people who wanted the excitement of seeing the canoes wrecked were disappointed. Not a drop of water found its way into the cockpit of a single canoe; and though there was an ugly rock near the end of the rapid, against which each canoeist fully ex- pected to be driven as he approached it, the run was made without the slightest accident. Drifting down with the current a mile or two ioo THE CRUISE OF THE CANOE CLUB below the town, the boys landed and encamped for the night. While waiting at St. John, Joe and Tom had provided themselves with mos- quito-netting, but they had little use for it, for only a few mosquitoes made the discovery that four healthy and attractive boys were within reach. The night was cool and quiet, and the canoeists, tired with their long day's work, slept until late in the morning. Everything was prepared the next day for run- ning the rapids which the men at St. John had declared to be impassable. The spars and all the stores were lashed fast; the sand-bags were placed in the after-compartments; the painters were rove through the stern-posts, and the life- belts were placed where they could be buckled on at an instant's notice. After making all these preparations it was rather disappointing to find no rapids whatever between St. John and Chambly, or rather the Chambly railway bridge. THE CRUISE OF THE CANOE CLUB 101 "It just proves what I said yesterday," re- marked Charley, turning round in his canoe to speak to his comrades, who were a boat's length behind him. "People who live on the banks of a river never know anything about it. Now, I don't believe there is a rapid in the whole Richelieu River, except at St. John. Halloo 1 keep back, boys " While he was speaking Charley and his canoe disappeared as suddenly as if the earth, or rather the water, had opened and swallowed them. The other boys in great alarm backed water, and then paddling ashore as fast as possible, sprung out of their canoes and ran along the shore, to dis- cover what had become of Charley. They found him at the foot of a water-fall of about four feet in height over which he had been carried. The fall was formed by a long ledge of rock run- ning completely across the river; and had the boys been more careful, and had the wind been blowing in any other direction than directly 102 THE CRUISE OF THE CANOE CLUB down the river, they would have heard the sound of the falling water in time to be warned of the danger into which Charley had carelessly run. His canoe had sustained little damage, for it had luckily fallen where the water was deep enough to keep it from striking the rocky bot- tom. Charley had been thrown out as the canoe went over the fall, but had merely bruised him- self a little. He towed his canoe ashore, and in answer to a mischievous question from Joe admitted that perhaps the men who had said that the Chambly rapids were impassable were right. Below the fall and as far as the eye could reach stretched a fierce and shallow rapid. The water boiled over and among the rocks with which it was strewn, and there could not be any doubt that the rapid was one which could not be successfully run, unless, perhaps, by some one perfectly familiar with the channel. It was agreed that the canoes must be carried up to the canal, and after two hours of hard work THE CRUISE OF THE CANOE CLUB 103 the fleet was launched a short distance above one of the canal locks. The lock-man did not seem disposed to let the canoes pass through the lock, but finally accepted fifty cents, and, grumbling to himself in his Canadian French, proceeded to lock the canoes through. He paid no attention to the request that he would open the sluices gradually, but opened them all at once and to their fullest ex- tent. The result was that the water in the lock fell with great rapidity; the canoes were swung against one another and against the side of the lock, and Charley's canoe, catching against a bolt in one of the upper gates, was capsized and sunk to the bottom, leaving her captain clinging to the stern of the Sunshine. CHAPTER VIII. ^""ir^HERE is no place more unfit for a sudden *- and unexpected bath than the lock of a canal. The sides and the gates are perpendicu- lar and smooth, and present nothing to which a person in the water can cling. Charley had no difficulty in supporting himself by throwing one arm over the stern of Harry's canoe, but had he been alone in the lock he would have been in a very unpleasant position. As soon as the gates were opened the boys paddled out of the lock, and went ashore to de- vise a plan for raising the sunken canoe. Of course it was necessary that some one should dive and bring up the painter, so that the canoe could be dragged out of the lock; but, as canal boats were constantly passing, it was a full hour before any attempt at diving could be made. 104 THE CRUISE OF THE CANOE CLUB 105 There were half a dozen small French boys play- ing near the lock, and Charley, who was by no means anxious to do any unnecessary diving, hired them to get the canoe ashore, which they managed to do easily. It was then found that nearly everything except the spars had floated out of her, and the rest of the morning was spent in searching for the missing articles in the muddy bottom of the canal. Most of them were re- covered, but Charley's spare clothes, which were in an India-rubber bag, could not be found. This was the second time that the unfortunate Midnight had foundered, and Charley was thor- oughly convinced of the necessity of providing some means of keeping her afloat in case of cap- sizing. It was impossible for him to put water- tight compartments in her, such as the Sunshine and the Dawn possessed, but he resolved to buy a dozen beef-bladders at the next town, and after blowing them up to pack them in the bow and stern of his canoe. Tom, whose "Rice Lake" 106 THE CRUISE OF THE CANOE CLUB canoe was also without water-tight compart- ments, agreed to adopt Charley's plan, and thus avoid running the risk of an accident that might result in the loss of the canoe and cargo. When the fleet finally got under way again there was a nice breeze from the south, which sent the canoes along at the rate of four or five miles an hour. Chambly, the northern end of the canal, was reached before four o'clock, the boys having lunched on bread-and-water while in the canoes in order not to lose time by going ashore. They passed safely through the three great locks at Chambly; and entering the little lake formed by the expansion of the river, and known as Chambly Basin, they skirted its north- ern shore until they reached the ruins of Cham- bly Castle. More than one hundred and fifty years ago the Frenchmen built the great square fort, with round towers at each angle, which is now called Chambly Castle. At that time the only direct THE CRUISE OF THE CANOE CLUB 107 way of communication between the settlements on the St. Lawrence and those in the valleys of the Hudson and the Mohawk was up the Riche- lieu River, Lake Champlain, and Lake George. It was this route that Burgoyne followed when he began the campaign that ended so disastrously for him at Saratoga, and it was at Chambly Castle that he formally took command of his army. The castle was placed just at the foot of the rapids, on a broad, level space, where Indians used to assemble in large numbers to trade with the French. Its high stone walls, while they could easily have been knocked to pieces by cannon, were a complete protection against the arrows and rifles of the savages, and could have withstood a long siege by any Eng- lish force not provided with artillery. In the old days when the castle was garrisoned by gay young French officers, and parties of beautiful ladies came up from Montreal to attend the officers' balls, and the gray old walls echoed to io8 THE CRUISE OF THE CANOE CLUB music, and brilliant lights flashed through the windows, the Indians encamped outside the gates must have thought it the most magnificent and brilliant place in the whole world. Now there is nothing left of it but the four walls and the crumbling towers. The iron bolts on which the great castle gate once swung are still em- bedded in the stone, but nothing else remains inside the castle except grassy mounds and the wild vines that climb wherever they can find an angle or a stone to cling to. The canoeists made their camp where the Indians had so often camped before them, and after supper they rambled through the castle and climbed to the top of one of the towers. They had never heard of its existence, and were as surprised as they were delighted to find so romantic a ruin. "I haven't the least doubt that the place is full of ghosts," said Charley as the boys were getting into the canoes for the night. THE CRUISE OF THE CANOE CLUB 109 "Do you really believe in ghosts?" asked Tom, in his matter-of-fact way. "Why," replied Charley, "when you think of what must have happened inside of that old castle and outside of it when the Indians tor- tured their prisoners, there can't help but be ghosts here." "I don't care, provided there are no mos- quitoes," said Joe. "Ghosts don't bite, and don't sing in a fellow's ears." Any one who has camped near a rapid knows how strangely the running water sounds in the stillness of the night. Joe, who, although there were no mosquitoes to trouble him, could not fall asleep, was sure that he heard men's voices talking in a low tone, and two or three times raised himself up in his canoe to see if there were any persons in sight. He became convinced after a while that the sounds which disturbed him were made by the water, but, nevertheless, they had made him rather nervous. Though he had professed not to be afraid of ghosts, he did not like to think about them, but he could not keep them out of his mind. Once, when he looked out of his canoe toward the castle, he was startled to find it brilliantly lighted up. The light was streaming from the casemates, loop-holes, and windows, and it was some moments before he comprehended that it was nothing more ghostly than moonlight. Toward midnight Joe fell asleep, but he slept uneasily. He woke up suddenly to find a dark object with two fiery eyes seated on the deck of his canoe and apparently watching him. He sprang up with a cry of terror, which awakened his comrades. The strange object rushed away from the canoe, and, stopping near the gate of the castle, seemed to be waiting to see what the boys would do. By this time Joe had recovered his senses, and knew that his strange visitor was a wild animal. The boys took their pistols. Tom, who was the THE CRUISE OF THE CANOE CLUB in best shot, fired at the animal. He did not hit it, but as Tom advanced slowly toward it the crea- ture went into the castle. "It's a wild-cat," cried Charley. "I saw it as it crossed that patch of moonlight. Come on, boys, and we'll have a hunt." With their pistols ready for instant service, the canoeists rushed into the castle. The wild- cat was seated on a pile of stones in what was once the courtyard, and did not show any signs of fear. Three or four pistol-shots, however, in- duced it to spring down from its perch and run across the court-yard. The boys followed it eagerly, plunging into a thick growth of tall weeds, and shouting at the top of their lungs. Suddenly the animal vanished; and though Tom fancied that he saw it crouching in the shadow of the wall and fired at it, as he supposed, he soon found that he was firing at a piece of old stove-pipe that had probably been brought to the place by a picnic party. ii2 THE CRUISE OF THE CANOE CLUB Giving up the hunt with reluctance, the canoe- ists returned to their canoes: at least, three of them did, but Joe was not with them. They called to him, but received no answer, and be- coming anxious about him, went back to the castle and shouted his name loudly, but without success. "It's very strange," exclaimed Charley. "He was close behind me when we chased the wild- cat into those weeds." "Has anybody seen him since?" asked Harry. Nobody had seen him. "Then," said Harry, "the wild-cat has carried him off, or killed him." "Nonsense!" exclaimed Charley; "a wild-cat isn't a tiger, and couldn't carry off a small baby. Joe must be trying to play a trick on us." "Let's go back and pay no attention to him," suggested Tom. "I don't like such tricks." "There's no trick about it," said Harry. "Joe isn't that kind of fellow. Something has hap- THE CRUISE OF THE CANOE CLUB 113 pened to him, and we've got to look for him till we find him." "Harry's right," said Charley. "Go and get the lantern out of my canoe, won't you, Tom? I've got matches in my pocket." When the lantern was lit a careful search was made all over the court-yard. Harry was greatly frightened, for he was afraid that Joe might have been accidentally shot while the boys were shoot- ing at the wild-cat, and he remembered that in his excitement he had fired his pistol in a very reckless way. It was horrible to think that he might have shot poor Joe; worse, even, than thinking that the wild-cat might have seized him. The court-yard had been thoroughly searched without finding the least trace of Joe, and the boys were becoming more and more alarmed, when Charley, whose ears were particularly sharp, cried, "Hush! I hear something." They all listened intently, and heard a voice faintly ii4 THE CRUISE OF THE CANOE CLUB calling "Help!" They knew at once that it was Joe's voice, but they could not imagine where he was. They shouted in reply to him, and Charley, seizing the lantern, carefully pushed aside the tall weeds and presently found himself at the mouth of a well. "Are you there, Joe?" he cried, lying down on the ground, with his head over the mouth of the well. "I believe I am," replied Joe. "I'm ready to come out, though, if you fellows will help me." The boys gave a great shout of triumph. "Are you hurt?" asked Charley, eagerly. "I don't think I am; but I think somebody will be if I have to stay here much longer." It was evident that Joe was not seriously hurt, although he had fallen into the well while rush- ing recklessly after the wild-cat. Tom and Harry ran to the canoes and returned with all four of the canoe-painters. Tying one of them to the lantern, Charley lowered it down, and was THE CRUISE OF THE CANOE CLUB 115 able to get a glimpse of Joe. The well was about twenty feet deep, and perfectly dry, and Joe was standing, with his hands in his pockets, lean- ing against the side of the well, and apparently entirely unhurt, in spite of his fall. CHAPTER IX. TT was an easy matter to help Joe out of the * old well. He had fallen into it while run- ning after the wild-cat, but a heap of decayed leaves at the bottom broke the fall and saved him from any serious injury. Nevertheless, he must have been a little stunned at first, for he made no outcry for some time, and it was his first call for help that was heard by Charley. The boys returned to their canoes, and, as it was not yet midnight, prepared to resume the sleep from which they had been so unceremo- niously awakened. They had little fear that the wild-cat would pay them another visit, 'for it had undoubtedly been badly frightened. Still, it was not pleasant to think that there was a wild beast within a few rods of them, and the thought kept the canoeists awake for a long time. 116 THE CRUISE OF THE CANOE CLUB 117 The wild-cat did not pay them a second visit, and when they awoke the next morning they were half inclined to think that their night's adventure had been only a dream. There, how- ever, were the marks made by its claws on the varnished deck of Joe's canoe, and Joe's cloth- ing was torn and stained by his fall. With the daylight they became very courageous, and de- cided that they had never been in the least afraid of the animal. The so-called wild-cat of Canada, which is really a lynx, is, however, a fierce and vicious animal, and is sometimes more than a match for an unarmed man. There was a strong west wind blowing when the fleet started, and Chambly Basin was cov- ered with white-caps. As the canoes were sail- ing in the trough of the sea they took in con- siderable water while skirting the east shore of the Basin, but once in the narrow river they found the water perfectly smooth. This day the fleet made better progress than on any previous n8 THE CRUISE OF THE CANOE CLUB day. Nothing could be more delightful than the scenery, and the quaint little French towns along the river, every one of which was named after some saint, were very interesting. The boys landed at one of them and got their dinner at a little tavern where no one spoke English, and where Charley, who had studied French at Annapolis, won the admiration of his com- rades by the success with which he ordered the dinner. With the exception of the hour spent at din- ner, the canoeists sailed, from six o'clock in the morning until seven at night, at the rate of nearly six miles an hour. The clocks of Sorel, the town at the mouth of the Richelieu, were striking six as the canoes glided into the broad St. Lawrence and steered for a group of islands distant about a mile from the south shore. It was while crossing the St. Lawrence that they first made the acquaintance of screw-steamers, and learned how dangerous they are to the care- THE CRUISE OF THE CANOE CLUB 119 less canoeist. A big steamship, on her way to Montreal, came up the river so noiselessly that the boys did not notice her until they heard her hoarse whistle warning them to keep out of her way. A paddle-wheel steamer can be heard while she is a long way off, but screw-steamers glide along so stealthily that the English canoe- ists, who constantly meet them on the Mersey, the Clyde, and the lower Thames, have nick- named them "sudden death." Cramped and tired were the canoeists when they reached the nearest island and went ashore to prepare a camp, but they were proud of hav- ing sailed sixty miles in one day. As they sat around the fire after supper Harry said, "Boys, we've had experience enough by this time to test our different rigs. Let's talk about them a little." "All right," said Joe. "I want it understood, however, that my lateen is by all odds the best rig in the fleet." iio THE CRUISE OF THE CANOE CLUB "Charley," remarked Tom, "you said the other day that you liked Joe's rig better than any other. Do you think so still?" "Of course I do," answered Charley. "Joe's sails set flatter than any lug-sail ; he can set them and take them in quicker than we can handle ours, and as they are triangular he has the most of his canvas at the foot of the sail instead of at the head. But they're going to spill him before the cruise is over, or I'm mistaken." "In what way?" asked Joe. "You are going to get yourself into a scrape some day by trying to take in your sail when you are running before a stiff breeze. If you try to get the sail down without coming up into the wind it will get overboard, and either you will lose it or it will capsize you; you tried it yesterday when a squall came up, and you very nearly came to grief." "But you can say the same about any other rig," exclaimed Joe. THE CRUISE OF THE CANOE CLUB 121 "Of course you can't very well get any sail down while the wind is in it; but Tom can take in his sharpie-sail without much danger even when he's running directly before the wind, and Harry and I can let go our halyards and get our lugs down after a fashion, if it is necessary. Still, your lateen is the best cruising rig I've ever seen, though for racing Harry's big, square- headed balance-lug is better." "You may say what you will," said Tom, "but give me my sharpie-sails. They set as flat as a board, and I can handle them easily enough to suit me." "The trouble with your rig," said Charley, "is that you have a mast nearly fifteen feet high. Now, when Joe takes in his main-sail he has only two feet of mast left standing." "How do you like your own rig?" asked Harry. "Oh, it is good enough. I'm not sure that it 122 THE CRUISE OF THE CANOE CLUB isn't better than either yours or Tom's; but it certainly isn't as handy as Joe's lateen." "Now that you've settled that I've the best rig," said Joe, "you'd better admit that I've the best canoe, and then turn in for the night. After the work we've done to-day, and the fun we had last night, I'm sleepy." "Do you call sitting still in a canoe hard work?" inquired Tom. "Is 'falling down a well your idea of fun?" asked Harry. "It's too soon," said Charley ? "to decide who has the best canoe. We'll find that out by the time the cruise is over." The island where the boys camped during their first night on the St. Lawrence was situ- ated at the head of Lake St. Peter. This lake is simply an expansion of the St. Lawrence, and though it is thirty miles long and about ten miles wide at its widest part, it is so shallow that steamboats can only pass through it by follow- THE CRUISE OF THE CANOE CLUB 123 ing an artificial channel dredged out by the gov- ernment at a vast expense. Its shores are lined with a thick growth of reeds, which extend in many places fully a mile into the lake, and are absolutely impassable, except where streams flowing into the lake have kept channels open through the reeds. On leaving the island in the morning the canoeists paddled down the lake, for there was not a breath of wind. The sun was intensely hot, and the heat reflected from the surface of the water and the varnished decks of the canoes assisted in making the boys feel as if they were roasting before a fire. Toward noon the heat became really intolerable, and the Commodore gave the order to paddle over to the north shore in search of shade. It was disappointing to find instead of a shady shore an impenetrable barrier of reeds. After resting a little while in the canoes, the boys started to skirt the reeds, in hope o'f finding an i2 4 THE CRUISE OF THE CANOE CLUB opening; and the sun, apparently taking pity on them, went under a cloud, so that they pad- dled a mile or two in comparative comfort. The friendly cloud was followed before long by a mass of thick black clouds coming up from the south. Soon the thunder was heard in the distance, and it dawned upon the tired boys that they were about to have a thunder-storm, with- out any opportunity of obtaining shelter. They paddled steadily on, looking in vain for a path through the reeds, and making up their minds to a good wetting. They found, however, that the rain did not come alone. With it came a fierce gust of wind, which quickly raised white- caps on the lake. Instead of dying out as soon as the rain fell the wind blew harder and harder, and in the course of half an hour there was a heavy sea running. The wind and sea coming from the south, while the canoes were steering east, placed the boys in a very dangerous position. The seas THE CRUISE OF THE CANOE CLUB 125 struck the canoes on the side and broke over them, and in spite of the aprons, which to some extent protected the cockpits of all except the Twilight, the water found its way below. It was soon no longer possible to continue in the trough o'f the sea, and the canoes were compelled to turn their bows to the wind and sea the boys paddling just sufficiently to keep themselves from drifting back into the reeds. The Sunshine and the Midnight behaved ad- mirably, taking very little water over their decks. The Twilight "slapped" heavily, and threw showers of spray over herself, while the Dawn showed a tendency to dive bodily into the seas, and several times the whole of her forward of the cockpit was under the water. "What had we better do?" asked Harry, who, although Commodore, had the good-sense al- ways to consult Charley in matters of seaman- ship. "It's going to blow hard, and we can't sit here 126 THE CRUISE OF THE CANOE CLUB and paddle against it all day without getting exhausted." "But how are we going to help ourselves?" continued Harry. "Your canoe and mine," replied Charley, "can live out the gale well enough under sail. If we set our main-sails close-reefed, and keep the canoes close to the wind, we shall be all right. It's the two other canoes that I'm troubled about." "My canoe suits me well enough," said Joe, "so long as she keeps on the top of the water, but she seems to have made up her mind to dive under it." "Mine would be all right if I could stop pad- dling long enough to bail her out, but I can't," remarked Tom. "She's nearly half full of water now." "We can't leave the other "fellows," said Harry, "so what's the use of our talking about getting sail on our canoes?" THE CRUISE OF THE CANOE CLUB 127 "It's just possible that Tom's canoe would live under sail," resumed Charley; "but it's cer- tain that Joe's won't. What do you think about those reeds, Tom can you get your canoe into them?" "Of course I can, and that's what we'd better all do," exclaimed Tom. "The reeds will break the force of the seas, and we can stay among them till the wind goes down." "Suppose you try it," suggested Charley, "and let us see how far you can get into the reeds? I think they're going to help us out of a very bad scrape." Tom did not dare to turn his canoe around, so he backed water and went at the reeds stern- first. They parted readily, and his canoe pene- trated without much difficulty some half-dozen yards into the reeds where the water was almost quiet. Unfortunately, he shipped one heavy sea just as he entered the reeds, which filled his canoe so full that another such sea would cer- 128 THE CRUISE OF THE CANOE CLUB tainly have sunk her, had she not been provided with the bladders bought at Chambly. Joe followed Tom's example, but the Dawn perversely stuck in the reeds just as she was entering them, and sea after sea broke over her before Joe could drive her far enough into the reeds to be protected by them. Joe and Tom were now perfectly safe, though miserably wet; but, as the rain had ceased, there was nothing to prevent them from getting dry clothes out of their water-proof bags, and put- ting them on as soon as they could bail the water out o'f their canoes. Harry and Charley, seeing their comrades in safety, made haste to get up sail and to stand out into the lake partly be- cause they did not want to run the risk of being swamped when entering the reeds, and partly because they wanted the excitement of sailing in a gale of wind. When the masts were stepped, the sails THE CRUISE OF THE CANOE CLUB 129 hoisted, and the sheets trimmed, the two canoes, sailing close to the wind, began to creep away from the reeds. They behaved wonderfully well. The boys had to watch them closely, and to lean out to windward from time to time to hold them right side up. The rudders were oc- casionally thrown out of the water, but the boys took the precaution to steer with their paddles. The excitement of sailing was so great, that Charley and Harry forgot all about the time, and sailed on for hours. Suddenly they dis- covered that it was three o'clock, that they had had no lunch, and that the two canoeists who had sought refuge in the reeds had absolutely noth- ing to eat with them. Filled with pity, they resolved to return to them without a moment's delay. It was then that it occurred to them that in order to sail back they must turn their canoes around, bringing them while so doing in the trough of the sea. Could they possibly do this 130 THE CRUISE OF THE CANOE CLUB without being swamped? The question was a serious one, for they were fully four miles from the shore, and the wind and sea were as high as ever. CHAPTER X. /CHARLEY and Harry took in their sails, ^-^ keeping the canoes head to sea with an oc- casional stroke of the paddle. When all was made snug, and the moment for turning the canoes had arrived, they realized that they were about to attempt the most hazardous 'feat of the whole cruise. "Can we do it?" asked Harry, doubtfully. "We've got to do it," replied Charley. "Why can't we unship our rudders and back water till we get to the reeds?" "It might be possible, but the chances are that we would be swamped. The seas would overtake us, and we couldn't keep out of the way of them. No, we've got to turn around and sail back in the regular way." "You know best, of course," said Harry; "but 132 THE CRUISE OF THE CANOE CLUB what's the use of taking in our sails before we turn around? We'll have trouble in setting them again with the wind astern." "We can turn the canoes quicker without sails than we could with the sails set, and every second that we can gain is worth something. Besides, if we are capsized it will be an advan- tage to have the sails furled. But we're wasting time. Let your canoe get right astern of mine, so that mine will keep a little of the sea off of you; then watch for two or three bigs seas and turn your canoe when they have passed." Harry followed his friend's instructions, and succeeded in turning his canoe without accident. Then Charley, getting into the lee of the Sun- shine, did his best to imitate Harry's successful feat. He managed to turn the canoe, but while in the act a heavy sea rolled into the cockpit and filled the Midnight absolutely full. The beef- bladders, however, kept the canoe afloat, but she THE CRUISE OF THE CANOE CLUB 133 lay like a log on the water, and every successive wave swept over her. Charley did not lose his presence of mind. He shouted to Harry to run up his sail and keep his canoe out of the way of the seas, and then he busied himself shaking out the reef of his main-sail, so that he could set the whole sail. The moment the canoe felt the strain of her canvas she began to rush through the water in spite of her great weight, and no more seas came aboard her. Steering with one hand, Charley bailed with his hat with such energy that he soon freed the canoe of water. Meanwhile he rapidly overtook Harry, and reached the reeds, while the Sunshine was a quarter of a mile be- hind him. Tom and Joe were found sitting in their canoes and suffering the pangs of hunger. Charley put on dry clothes, while Harry pre- pared a lunch of dried beef and crackers, a'fter which the canoeists resigned themselves as 134 THE CRUISE OF THE CANOE CLUB cheerfully as they could to spending the rest of the afternoon and the night in the reeds. It was not a pleasant place, but the wind kept the mosquitoes away, and the boys managed to fall asleep soon after sunset. The wind died out during the night, and the boys found, the next morning, that only a few rods below the place where they had spent the night there was an open channel by which they could easily have reached the shore. This was rather aggravat- ing, and it increased the disgust with which they remembered Lake St. Peter and its reed-lined shores. The voyage down the St. Lawrence seemed monotonous after the excitement of running the Magog rapids, and the various adventures of the sail down the Richelieu. The St. Lawrence has very little shade along its banks, for, owing to the direction in which it runs, the sun shines on the water all day long. The weather was ex- ceedingly hot while the boys were on the river, THE CRUISE OF THE CANOE CLUB 135 and on the third day after leaving Lake St. Peter they suffered so greatly that they were afraid to stay on the water lest they should be sunstruck. Going ashore on the low sandy bank, they were unable to find a single tree or even a hillock large enough to afford any shade. They thought of drawing the canoes ashore and sitting in the shade of them, but there was not a breath of air stirring, and the very ground was so hot that it almost scorched their 'feet. Half a mile away on a meadow they saw a tree, but it was far too hot to think of walking that distance. They de- cided at last to get into their canoes and to pad- dle a few rods farther to a place where a small stream joined the river, and where they hoped to find the water somewhat cooler for bathing. On reaching the mouth of the little stream the bows of the canoes were run ashore, so that they would not float away, and the boys, hastily undressing, sprung into the water. They had a delightful bath, and it was not until they began 136 THE CRUISE OF THE CANOE CLUB to feel chilly that they thought of coming out and dressing. Tom was the first to go ashore, and as he was wading out of the water he sud- denly felt himself sinking in the sand. Harry and Joe attempted to land a few yards from the place where Tom was trying to drag his feet out of the clinging sand, and they too found them- selves in the same difficulty. Harry at once perceived what was the matter, and, making 'frantic efforts to get to the shore, cried out to his comrades that they were caught in a quick- sand. The struggles made by the three boys were all in vain. When they tried to lift one foot out of the sand the other foot would sink still deeper. It was impossible for them to throw themselves at full length on the quicksand, for there were nearly two feet of water over it, and they were not close enough together to give one another any assistance. By the time Charley fully un- derstood the peril they were in, Tom had sunk THE CRUISE OF THE CANOE CLUB 137 above his knees in the sand, and Joe and Harry, finding that they could not extricate themselves, were waiting, with white faces and trembling lips, for Charley to come to their help. Charley knew perfectly well that if he ven- tured too near the other boys he would himself be caught in the quicksand, and there would be no hope that any of them could escape. Keep- ing his presence of mind, he swum to the stern of one o'f the canoes, set it afloat, and pushed it toward Tom so that the latter could get hold of its bow. He then brought two other canoes to the help of Joe and Harry, and when each of the three unfortunate canoeists was thus fur- nished with something to cling to he climbed into his own canoe. "What are we to do now?" asked Harry. "Just hold on to your canoes till I can tow them out into the stream. You can't sink while you hang on to them." "Won't the canoes sink with us?" asked Tom. 138 THE CRUISE OF THE CANOE CLUB "Not a bit of it. You wouldn't sink your- selves if you could lie down flat on the quick- sand. I was caught in a quicksand once, and that's the way I saved myself." "I hope it's all right," exclaimed Joe; "but it seems to me that you'll have to get a derrick to hoist me out. But I'm not complaining. I can hang on to my canoe all day, only I don't want to be drowned and buried both at the same time." Charley, meanwhile, was busily making his canoe fast to Tom's canoe with his painter. When this was done he paddled away from the shore with all his might, while Tom tried to lift himself out of the quicksand by throwing the weight of his body on the canoe. Slowly Tom and his canoe yielded to the vigorous strokes of Charley's paddle and were towed out into deep water. By the same means Joe and Harry were rescued, and then the entire fleet Charley paddling, and the others swimming THE CRUISE OF THE CANOE CLUB 139 and pushing their canoes floated a short dis- tance down stream, and finally landed where the sand was firm and hard. "What should we have done if you'd got into the quicksand, as we did?" said Harry to Char- ley, as they were dressing. "By this time we should all have disap- peared," replied Charley. "I shall never go ashore again while we're on this river without making sure that I'm not walking into a quicksand," continued Harry. "It was awful to find myself sinking deeper and deeper, and to know that I couldn't help my- self." "Very likely there isn't another quicksand the whole length of the St. Lawrence," said Char- ley. "However, it's well enough to be careful where we land. I've noticed that where a little stream joins a big one the bottom is likely to be soft; but after all a regular dangerous quicksand isn't often met. I never saw but one before." i 4 o THE CRUISE OF THE CANOE CLUB "Tell us about it," suggested Joe. "No; we've talked enough about quicksands, and the subject isn't a cheerful one. Do you see that pile of boards? Let's make a board shanty, and go to sleep in it after we've had some lunch. It will be too hot to paddle before the end of the afternoon." A shanty was easily made by leaning a dozen planks against the top of the pile of boards, and after a comfortable lunch the boys took a long nap. When they awoke they were disgusted to find that their canoes were high and dry two rods 'from the edge of the water. They had reached a part of the river where the tide was felt, and without knowing it they had gone ashore at high tide. They had to carry the ca- noes, with all their contents, down to the water, and as the receding tide had left a muddy and slippery surface to walk over the task was not a pleasant one. They congratulated themselves that they had not gone ashore at low tide, in THE CRUISE OF THE CANOE CLUB 141 which case the rising of the water during the night would have carried away the canoes. Sailing down the river with a gentle breeze, and with the help of the ebbing tide, the canoe- ists came to the mouth of a small river which entered the St. Lawrence from the north. They knew by means of the map that the small river was the Jacques Cartier. It was a swift, shal- low, and noisy stream, flowing between high, precipitous banks, and spanned by a lofty and picturesque bridge. Taking in their sails, the boys entered the Jacques Cartier, picking their way carefully among the rocks, and making headway very slowly against the rapid current. They stopped under the bridge, just above which there was an impassable rapid, and went ashore for lunch. Near by there was a saw-mill, and from one of the workmen who came to look at the canoes the boys heard wonderful reports of the fish to be caught in the stream. It was full of salmon 142 THE CRUISE OF THE CANOE CLUB so the man said and about nine miles from its mouth there was a pool where the trout actu- ally clamored to be caught. The enthusiasm of the canoeists was kindled; and they resolved to make a camp on the bank of the stream, and to spend a few days in fishing. After having thus excited his young hearers the workman cruelly told them that the right to fish for salmon was owned by a man living in Montreal, and that any one catching a salmon without permission would be heavily fined. The trout, however, belonged to nobody, and the boys, though greatly disappointed about the salmon, would not give up their plan of trout- fishing. They hired two carts from a farmer living a short distance from the river, and, plac- ing their canoes on the carts, walked beside them over a wretchedly rough road until they reached a place deep in the woods, where a little stream, icy cold, joined the Jacques Cartier. Just be- fore entering the latter the little stream formed THE CRUISE OF THE CANOE CLUB 143 a quiet pool, in which the trout could be seen jumping. The point of land between the trout- stream and the river was covered with a carpet of soft grass, and on this the canoes were placed and made ready to be slept in. The workman at the mouth of the Jacques Cartier had not exaggerated the number of trout in the pool. It was alive with fish. The boys were charmed with the beauty of their camping- ground and the luxury o'f their table. It was rather tiresome to walk two miles every day to the nearest farm-house for milk, but with the milk rice griddle-cakes were made, and upon these and fresh-killed trout the canoeists feasted for three delightful days. They had one real adventure while on the Jacques Cartier. One day, when they returned to their camp from an exploration of the upper part of the trout-stream, they found a bear feast- ing upon the remains of their breakfast and their bottle of maple-sirup, which he had upset and 144 THE CRUISE OF THE CANOE CLUB broken. The animal was full-grown, and looked like a very ugly customer, but no sooner did he see the boys than he started on a rapid run for the woods. By the time the boys had found their pistols and were ready to follow him the bear had disappeared, and though they hunted for him all the rest of the day they could not find him. Had the bear taken it into his head to hunt the boys he would probably have been much more successful, for their pistol- bullets would have had little effect upon him, except to sharpen his appetite for tender and wholesome boys'-meat. CHAPTER XI. TT sometimes blows very hard on the St. Law- A rence. It blew especially hard the morning the young canoeists returned to the banks of the great river from their excursion up the Jacques Cartier. As far as they could see the St. Law- rence was covered with white-caps. The wind blew directly up the river, and a heavy sea was breaking on the little island which lay opposite the mouth of the Jacques Cartier. Paddling against such a wind and sea would have been nearly impossible, and the boys resolved to wait until the wind should go down. The day was a long one, for there was nothing to do but to watch the men at work in the saw- mill, and to look out on the river to see if the wind and sea had gone down. It continued to blow hard all day and all night, and when 145 146 THE CRUISE OF THE CANOE CLUB Harry awoke his comrades at five o'clock the next morning it was blowing as hard as ever. Nobody wanted to spend another day at the saw-mill. Although the wind was blowing up the river the tide was ebbing, and would help the canoes to make some little progress, in spite of the wind and sea. So after a hurried break- fast the fleet got under way at six o'clock and gallantly breasted the waves. The boys found that paddling against so strong a head-wind was harder than they had imagined that it could be. It was almost impossible to force the upper blade of the paddle through the air when trying to make a stroke, and it was only by turning the two paddle-blades at right angles to one another, so that the upper blade would present its edge to the wind, that this could be done. The seas were so large that the two canoes which were leading would often be entirely invisible to the other canoes, though they were but a few yards apart. The Twilight, as THE CRUISE OF THE CANOE CLUB 147 was her habit when driven against head-seas, threw spray all over herself, and the Dawn ex- hibited her old vice of trying to dive through the seas. The other canoes were dry enough, but they presented more resistance to the wind, and hence were harder to paddle. Little was said during the first half-hour, for everybody was working too hard at the paddle to have any breath to spare for talking; but finally Harry, who was in the advance with Charley, slackened his stroke, and, hailing Joe and Tom, asked them how they were getting along. "Wet as usual," replied Joe. "The water is pretty near up to my waist in the canoe, and two waves out of three wash right over her. But I don't care; I'll paddle as long as anybody else will." "My canoe will float, unless the bladders burst," said Tom, "but I'll have to stop and bail 148 THE CRUISE OF THE CANOE CLUB out before long, or she'll be so heavy that I can't stir her." "Never mind," cried Joe. "Look at the splen- did time we're making. We've come nearly a quarter of a mile, and that means that we're paddling at the rate of half a mile an hour. At this rate we'll get somewhere in the course of the summer." "There isn't any use in tiring ourselves out for nothingj"_exclaimed Harry. "Boys! we'll make that sand spit right ahead of us, and wait there till the wind goes down." "All right," said Joe. "Only it's a pity to go ashore when the tide is helping us along so beau- tifully. That is, the Commodore said it would help us, and of course he is right." "No reflections on the Commodore will be allowed," cried Harry. "Bail out your canoes, you two fellows, and Charley and I will wait for you." Joe was very anxious to go ashore and rest, THE CRUISE OF THE CANOE CLUB 149 for he was nearly tired out; but he was not will- ing to let Harry know that he was tired. The two boys had been disputing while on the Jacques Cartier as to their respective strength, and Harry had boasted that he could endure twice as much fatigue as Joe. This was true enough, for Harry was older and much more muscular, but Joe was determined to paddle as long as he could swing his arms rather than to admit that he was the weaker. The sandy spit where Harry proposed to rest was half a mile farther on, but before it was reached poor Joe managed to sprain the mus- cles of his left wrist. He was compelled to stop paddling except just hard enough to keep the Dawn's head to the sea, and to call out to the Commodore that he must be allowed to go ashore at once. Now, the north shore of the river, near which the canoes were paddling, was a rocky preci- pice, rising perpendicularly directly from the 150 THE CRUISE OF THE CANOE CLUB water, and at least two hundred 'feet high. To land on such a shore was, of course, impossible, and the sandy spit toward which the fleet was paddling was the only possible landing-place within sight, unless the canoes were to turn round and run back to the Jacques Cartier. In this state of things Harry, after consulting with Charley and Tom, resolved to tow the Dawn. Her painter was made fast to the stern- post of the Sunshine, and Harry, bracing his feet and setting his teeth tight together, began the task of forcing two heavy canoes through the rough water. He found that he could make progress slowly, but Joe could not steer the Dawn except by paddling, and as he was able to do very little of that she kept yawing about in a most unpleasant way, which greatly added to Harry's labor. Suddenly, Joe had a happy thought: he set his "dandy" and hauled the sheet taut, so that the boom was parallel with the keel. The effect THE CRUISE OF THE CANOE CLUB 151 of this was that whenever the canoe's head fell off the sail filled and brought her up again. Joe was relieved of the task of steering, and Harry was able to tow the Dawn much more easily than before. The other canoeists followed Joe's example, and, setting their "dandies," greatly lessened their labor. The canoes kept their heads to the wind of their own accord, and everybody won- dered why so obvious a method o'f fighting a head-wind had not sooner been thought of. It was eight o'clock when the sandy spit was reached. The tide had been ebbing for some hours, and the sand was warm and dry, except near the edge of the water. The canoes were hauled some distance over the sand to a spot where there was a clump of bushes, and where it was reasonable to suppose that they would be perfectly safe even at high tide. A second breakfast was then cooked and eaten, after which 152 THE CRUISE OF THE CANOE CLUB the boys set out to explore their camping- ground. It was simply a low sand-bank, about a hun- dred feet wide at widest part, and running out two or three hundred feet into the river. As has been said, the north bank of the river was a perpendicular precipice, but now that the tide was out there was a path at the foot of the preci- pice by means of which any one could walk from the sand-spit to a ravine a quarter of a mile away, and thus reach the meadows lying back of the precipice. This path was covered with water at high tide ; but, as it was sure to be passable for three or 'four hours, Harry and Tom set out to procure provisions for the day. The fleet was wind-bound all that day, for neither the wind nor the sea showed the slightest intention of going down. Harry and Tom re- turned after an hour's absence, with bread, but- ter, eggs, milk, and strawberries, and with the cheerful information that, in the opinion of a THE CRUISE OF THE CANOE CLUB 155 gloomy farmer, the wind would continue to blow for at least two days more. After resting and sleeping on the soft sand the boys began to find the time hang heavily on their hands. They overhauled their sails and rigging, putting them in complete order. Char- ley mended a pair of trousers belonging to Joe in a really artistic way; and Joe, with his left arm in a sling, played "mumble-te-peg" with Harry. Tom collected fire-wood, and, when he had got together more than enough to cook two or three meals, occupied himself by trying to roll a heavy log into a position near the canoes, where it could be used as a seat or a table. The sand was strewn with logs, big and little, and Harry proposed that as many logs as pos- sible should be got together, so that an enormous camp-fire could be started. It was a happy idea, for it gave the boys employment for the greater part of the day. It became a matter o'f pride with them to bring the biggest and heaviest of 154 THE CRUISE OF THE CANOE CLUB the logs up to the fireplace. Some of them could only be stirred with levers, and moved with the help of rollers cut from smaller logs. When- ever a particularly big log was successfully moved the boys were encouraged to attack a still bigger one. Thus they finally collected an amount of fire-wood sufficient to make a blaze bright enough to be seen a dozen miles at night. When they were tired of rolling logs Tom went fishing, but caught nothing; while Charley cooked the dinner and watched the rising tide half afraid that the water would reach the fire and put it out before he could get dinner ready. The tide rose so high that it came within two or three yards of the fire, and almost as near to the canoes, but it spared the dinner. When the tide was nearly full only a small part of the sand-spit was out of water, and the path along the foot of the precipice was completely cov- ered, so that the waves broke directly against the rocks. THE CRUISE OF THE CANOE CLUB 155 "It's lucky for us that the tide doesn't cover the whole o'f this place," remarked Charley as he placed the dinner on a large log which served as a table, and beat a tattoo on the frying-pan as a signal to Tom to give up fishing and come to dinner. "I should hate to have to take to the canoes again in this wind." "It's lucky that the tide will ebb again," said Harry, "for we're cut off from the shore as the tide is now, unless we could climb up the rocks, and I don't believe we could." "It's all right," said Tom, putting his fishing- tackle in his canoe, "provided the tide doesn't come up in the night and float the canoes off." "Oh, that can't happen 1" exclaimed Harry. "The tide's turned already, and doesn't reach the canoes." "I'm going to sleep on the sand," remarked Joe. "It's softer than the bottom of my canoe, and there isn't any sign of rain." "You don't catch me sleeping anywhere ex- 156 THE CRUISE OF THE CANOE CLUB cept in my canoe," said Harry. "There isn't any bed more comfortable than the Sunshine.' 1 '' "Can you turn over in her at night?" asked Joe. "Well, yes; that is, if I do it very slow and easy." "The bottom-board is a nice soft piece of wood, isn't it?" continued Joe. "It's pine-wood," replied Harry, shortly. "Besides, I sleep on cushions." "And you like to lie stretched out perfectly straight, don't you?" "I like it well enough much better than I like to see a young officer trying to chaff his Commodore," returned Harry, trying to look very stern. "Oh, I'm not trying to chaff anybody!" ex- claimed Joe. "I was only wondering if your canoe was as comfortable as a coffin would be, and I believe it is every bit as comfortable." When the time came for "turning in" Joe THE CRUISE OF THE CANOE CLUB 157 spread his water-proof blanket on the sand close by the side of his canoe. He had dragged her several yards away from the rest o'f the fleet, so as to be able to make his bed on the highest and driest part of the sand, and to shelter himself from the wind by lying in the lee of his boat. The other boys preferred to sleep in their ca- noes, which were placed side by side and close together. The blazing logs made the camp al- most as light as if the sun were shining, and the boys lay awake a long while talking together, and hoping that the wind would die out before morning. Joe, whose sprained wrist pained him a little, was the last to fall asleep. While he had ex- pressed no fears about the tide (for he did not wish to be thought nervous), he was a little un- easy about it. He had noticed that when the tide rose during the day it would have com- pletely covered the sand-spit had it risen only a few inches higher. Long after his comrades 158 THE CRUISE OF THE CANOE CLUR had fallen asleep it occurred to Joe that it would have been a wise precaution to make the canoes fast to the bushes, so that they could not be car- ried away; but he did not venture to wake the boys merely in order to give them advice which they probably would not accept. So he kept silent, and toward ten o'clock fell asleep. In the course of the night he began to dream. He thought that he was a member of an expe- dition trying to reach the North Pole in canoes, and that he was sleeping on the ice. He 'felt that his feet and back were slowly freezing, and that a polar-bear was nudging him in the ribs occasionally, to see if he was alive and ready to be eaten. This was such an uncomfortable situation that Joe woke up, and for a few mo- ments could not understand where he was. The wind had gone down, the stars had come out, and the tide had come up. Joe was lying in a shallow pool of water, and his canoe, which was almost afloat, was gently rubbing against THE CRUISE OF THE CANOE CLUB 159 him. He sprung up and called to his compan- ions. There was no answer. The fire was out, but by the starlight Joe could see that the whole sand-spit was covered with water, and that neither the other boys nor their canoes were in sight. The tide was still rising, and Joe's canoe was beginning to float away, when he seized her, threw his blankets into her, and, stepping aboard, sat down, and was gently floated away. CHAPTER XII. TOE was alone on the St. Lawrence in the *^ middle of the night, and with a sprained wrist, which nearly disabled him so far as pad- dling was concerned. Worse than this, his com- rades had disappeared, and there could not be the slightest doubt that their canoes had floated away with them while they were sound asleep. What chance had he of finding them? How could he get ashore, with his sprained wrist; and what probability was there that the three boys thus carried away in their sleep would es- cape from their dangerous situation without any serious accident? As these questions presented themselves to Joe his first impulse was to admit that he was com- pletely disheartened and to burst into tears. He was, however, far too manly to yield to it, and 160 THE CRUISE OF THE CANOE CLUB 161 he immediately began to think what was the best thing that he could do in the circumstances. The water was perfectly smooth, so that there was really no danger that the runaway canoes would capsize, unless their owners should start up in a fright and not fully understand that their canoes were no longer on solid land. Neither was there much chance that they would be run down by steamboats, for the steamboat channel was near the south shore of the river, a long dis- tance from the sand-spit. Joe remembered how 'fast the tide had risen the day before, and he calculated that the missing canoes must have been afloat about half an hour before the water reached the place where he was sleeping. They would naturally drift in the same direction in which the Dawn was drifting; and all that it would be necessary for Joe to do in order to overtake them would be to increase the speed at which his canoe was moving. There was a scarcely perceptible breeze blow- 1 62 THE CRUISE OF THE CANOE CLUB ing from the south. . Joe got up his main-mast and set his sail. Light as the breeze was, the canoe felt it, and began to move through the water. Joe steered by the stars, and kept the Dawn as nearly as possible on the course which he supposed the other canoes had taken. He had no lantern with him, and could see but a little distance ahead in the dark, but he shouted every few moments, partly in order to attract the attention of the missing canoeists, and partly in order to warn any other boat that might be in the neighborhood not to run him down. After sailing in this way for at least an hour, and hearing no sound whatever but his own voice and the creaking of the canoe's spars, Joe was startled at perceiving a black object just ahead of him. He avoided it with a vigorous movement of his paddle, and as he drifted close to it with the wind shaken out of his sail he saw to his great delight that it was a canoe. It was the Sunshine, with her canoe-tent THE CRUISE OF THE CANOE CLUB 163 rigged over her, and her commander sound asleep. Taking hold of her gunwale, Joe drew the two canoes together and put his hand gently on Harry's forehead. Harry instantly awoke, and hearing Joe begging him as he valued his li'fe to lie perfectly still, took the latter's advice, and asked, with some alarm, what was the mat- ter. When he learned that he was adrift on the river he sat up, took down his tent, and get- ting out his paddle joined in the search for Tom and Charley. "They must be close by," said Harry, "for all three canoes must have floated away at the same time. Tom and Charley sleep sounder than I do, and if I didn't wake up it's pretty certain that they didn't." Presently Charley's canoe was overtaken. Charley had been awakened by the sound of Harry's paddle and the loud tone in which Harry and Joe were talking. He was sitting up when the Dawn and the Sunshine overtook 1 64 THE CRUISE OF THE CANOE CLUB him; and having comprehended the situation in which he found himself on awaking, he was making ready to paddle ashore. There was now only one canoe missing the Twilight. Harry, Joe, and Charley took turns in shouting at the top of their lungs for Tom, but they could obtain no answer except the echo from the cliffs of the north shore. They pad- dled up the river until they were certain that they had gone farther than Tom could possibly have drifted, and then turned and paddled down stream, shouting at intervals, ind growing more and more alarmed at finding no trace of the lost canoe. "She can't have sunk, that's one comfort," ex- claimed Harry, "for the bladders that Tom put in her at Chambly would keep her afloat, even if he did manage to capsize her in the dark." "He took the bladders out yesterday morning and left them on the sand just in the lee o'f his canoe," said Charley. "Don't you remember THE CRUISE OF THE CANOE CLUB 165 that he sponged her out after we landed, and that he said that he wouldn't put his things back into her until we were ready to start?" "I remember it now," replied Harry. "And I remember that I did the same thing. There's nothing in my canoe now except my water-proof bag and my blankets. But they're not of much consequence compared with Tom. Boys, do you really think he's drowned?" "Of course he isn't," cried Joe. "We'll find him in a few minutes. He must be somewhere near by, and he's sleeping so sound that he don't hear us. You know how hard it is to wake him up." "Tom is a first-rate swimmer, and if he has spilt himself out of his canoe and she has sunk, he has swum ashore," said Charley. "My opin- ion is that we had better stay just where we are until daylight, and then look for him along the shore. He's worth a dozen drowned fellows, wherever he is." 1 66 THE CRUISE OF THE CANOE CLUB Charley's advice was taken, and the boys waited for daylight as patiently as they could. Daylight or rather dawn came in the course of an hour, but not a glimpse of the missing canoe did it afford. The tide had already changed, and the top of the treacherous sand- spit was once more above water, and not very far distant from the canoes. As soon as it was certain that nothing could be seen of Tom on the water his alarmed comrades paddled toward the north shore, hoping that they might find him, and possibly his canoe, somewhere at the 'foot of the rocks. They were again unsuccessful. While Joe sailed up and down along the shore, the two other boys paddled close to the rocks, and searched every foot of space where it would have been possible for a canoe to land, or a canoeist to keep a footing above the water. They had searched the shore for a full mile above the sand-spit and had paddled back nearly THE CRUISE OF THE CANOE CLUB 167 half the way, when they were suddenly hailed, and looking up, saw Tom standing on a ledge of rock ten feet above the water. "Are you fellows going to leave me here all day?" demanded Tom. "I began to think you were all drowned, and that I'd have to starve to death up here." "How in the world did you get up there?" "Where were you when we came by here half an hour ago?" "Where's your canoe?" "Are you all right?" These and a dozen other ques- tions were hurled at Tom by his excited and overjoyed friends. "I was asleep until a few minutes ago," re- plied Tom. "I got up here when the tide was high, and I had hard work to do it, too." "What's become of your canoe? Is she lost?" asked Harry. "She's somewhere at the bottom of the river. I tried to turn over in her in the night, thinking she was on the sand-spit, but she turned over 1 68 THE CRUISE OF THE CANOE CLUB with me, and sunk before I could make out what had happened." "And then you swum ashore?" "Yes. I saw the north-star, and knew that if I could swim long enough I could find the shore. When I struck these rocks I was disappointed, for I couldn't find a place where I could land until I got my hands on this ledge and drew myself up." "Unless Tom wants to stay where he is we'd better invent some way of taking him with us," remarked Joe. "He'll have to get into my canoe," said Harry. "How deep is the water where you are?" asked Tom. "It's any where from six feet to sixty. I can't touch bottom with the paddle, so it's certain to be more than seven feet deep." "Then, if you'll please to give me room, I'll jump, and somebody can pick me up." Tom jumped into the water, and had little THE CRUISE OF THE CANOE CLUB 169 trouble in climbing into Harry's canoe the water being perfectly quiet. The fleet then pad- dled back to the sand-spit, where they landed and breakfasted, while Tom dried his clothes by the fire. Every member of the expedition except Joe had lost something, and poor Tom had lost his canoe and everything except the clothes which he was wearing. As long as the water con- tinued to be smooth Tom could be carried in either Harry's or Charley's canoe, but in case the wind and sea should rise it would be very difficult, if not impossible, to keep the canoe right side up with two persons in her. Quebec was still at least twenty-five miles distant, and it would take nearly a whole day of very hard work to paddle a heavy canoe, with two boys in her, only one of whom was furnished with a paddle, twenty-five miles, even in the most favorable circumstances. Moreover, Joe's sprained wrist made it impossible for him to i yo THE CRUISE OF THE CANOE CLUB paddle, and the wind was so light that sailing to Quebec was out of the question. It was therefore decided that Harry should take Joe in the Sunshine back to the Jacques Cartier, and leaving him to walk to the nearest railway-station, should return to the sand-spit and join Tom and Charley in paddling down to Quebec, Tom taking Joe's canoe. Although the boys had originally intended to end their cruise at Quebec, they had become so fond of canoeing that they would gladly have gone on to the Saguenay River and, if possible, to Lake St. John; but now that Tom was without a canoe no one thought of prolonging the cruise. Quebec was reached by the fleet several hours a'fter Joe had arrived there by the train. He was at the landing-place to meet his comrades, and had already made a bargain with a canal- boatman to carry the canoes all the way to New York for five dollars each. As the Sunshine was fitted with hatches which fastened with a THE CRUISE OF THE CANOE CLUB 171 lock, and as it would be necessary for the Custom-house officer at Rouse's Point to search her, Harry wrote to the Custom-house at that place, giving directions how to open the lock. It was a padlock without a key, one of the so- called letter-locks which can be opened by plac- ing the letters in such a position that they spell some particular word. Harry had provided the canoe with this lock expressly in order to avoid trouble at Custom-houses, and in this instance the plan proved completely successful, for the officer at Rouse's Point was able to unlock the canoe and to lock it up again without a key. The boys spent a night and a day at Quebec, and, after seeing their canoes safely started, they took the train for New York. As they talked over their cruise on the way home they agreed that canoeing was far more delightful'than any other way of cruising, and that they would go on a canoe cruise every summer. 172 THE CRUISE OF THE CANOE CLUB "As soon as I can afford it I shall get a new canoe," said Tom. "Will you get a 'Rice Laker'?" asked Harry. "Of course I will. My canoe was much the best boat in the fleet, and I shall get another exactly like her." "There's no doubt that you are a genuine canoeist, Tom," said Charley. "You've had lots of trouble with your canoe because she had no deck, and at last she sunk and nearly drowned you, because she had no water-tight compart- ments; but for all that you really think that she was the best canoe ever built. Is everybody else convinced that his own canoe is the best in the world?" "I am," cried Joe. "And I am," cried Harry. "So am I," added Charley; "and as this proves that we are all thorough canoeists, we will join the American Canoe Association at once, and cruise under its flag next summer." THE DEMON OF SNAGGLE-TOOTH ROCK Rescued from a Lammergeyer BY AGNES CARR SAGE ^ INHERE were weeping and wailing within the Saunders' modest "one-story-and-a- jump" cottage. Monongahela's eyes were red from crying; the twins, Dallas Lee and Jemima Calline, had for once lost their appetite, even for cornpone and molasses; and Washington Beauregard, the eldest of the brood of young- sters, frowned gloomily, and ground his teeth in deep if silent rage as he polished up his anti- quated old rifle and thought upon vengeance. Only the baby crowed and gurgled as lustily as ever, shaking his gourd rattle in blissful infan- 173 174 DEMON OF SNAGGLE-TOOTH ROCK tile ignorance of the loss that had befallen the family a loss most keenly felt by the children, for it was that of the bonny ewe-lamb, their pet and plaything by day, and almost their bed- fellow by night; while the manner of its dis- appearance was shrouded in profound mystery. "Mebbe 'twas Butcher Killem who tuck him," suddenly suggested the lugubrious boy twin. "Tuck him to make roasts 'n' chops of; 'n' if it was, we may be eatin' Cotton Ball for dinner some of these fine days." A dire prediction, which immediately sent Jemima Calline off into a wild paroxysm of grief, flinging herself flat upon the floor, and drumming a funeral tattoo with her best Sun- day shoes on the gay rag carpet of domestic manufacture. "I'll never taste mutton again; never, never, the longest day I live!" she howled. "Now, Dallas Lee, see what you've done!" scolded Monongahela, usually called Monny for short. "You've set her off agin, and we'll DEMON OF SNAGGLE-TOOTH ROCK 175 have her in 'sterics direckly. Thar ain't no need of any sech fool talk either, and slanderin' your neighbor into the bargain. Mr. Killem is an honest man, who buys V pays for all the critters he cuts up. Besides, I caught the lamb myself, and shet her up in the wood-shed before ever we started for the bush-meetin'. I locked the door V took the key in my pocket. The door was still locked when we came back." "Ya as; but ye couldn't lock the hole in the roof," drawled Wash, looking up from his polishing. "The hole pap 'n' I hev been cal- culatin' to mend for some time back, but ain't got at yit, more's the pity. Thar's where the thief come in. For thar on the shingles is where the locks of wool are a-hangin'." "But I can't see how anybody could clamber up thar, drop through a hole, and git back agin with a big kickin' beast in his arms; for if he'd killed it on the spot ther'd be blood spattered 'round." 176 DEMON OF SNAGGLE-TOOTH ROCK "Mebbe nobody could, but mebbe something might." "Something! What sort of a thing? A fox or any other animal?" "P'r'aps so." But Wash would say no more. He was famous for holding his own counsel, and did so now, until the yellow moon had risen from behind the glorious mountain peaks sur- rounding their little primitive West Virginia home, and he and his favorite sister wandered out together into the soft, pine-scented night. Then, however, their thoughts naturally re- verted to the mysterious disappearance, and the girl asked, somewhat curiously, "So, Washing- ton Beauregard, you won't allow that the 'ornery' thief what stole our pet come on two legs?" "No, Monny, nor on four legs, nuther," an- swered her brother, "though I didn't want to say much afore the chillen. But I've been DEMON OF SNAGGLE-TOOTH ROCK 177 a-studyin' over this matter, and I begin to fear that he comes on wings." "On wings! Law, then, he must be a bird! But I never saw a hawk, or even an eagle, big and strong enough to tote off a half-grown sheep like Cotton Ball. Strikes me it's dumb foolish- ness you're talkin', Wash." "Waal, I dunno about that. Hevn't you heard the old hunters, on winter nights, tell of a curisome-winged thing that once made its nest over yonder on Snaggle Tooth?" and the youth pointed to a high, dark, jagged crag silhouetted against the purplish-blue sky. "It did a power of mischief in this neighborhood, totin' off chickens 'n' dogs 'n' sheep, and some say even tacklin' a calf. 'Twas a cute old fowl, so no- body could git a crack at it; but it was up to so much devilment that they called it the Demon of Snaggle-Tooth Rock." "Oh, yaas, I've heard o' that often; but it was 178 DEMON OF SNAGGLE-TOOTH ROCK years ago, before you or I were born, an' the critter hasn't been raound here since." "That's so; but what has been kin be. And the other day Tim Harkins tole me a yarn about jest sech a bird havin' been seen lately over Stonycliff way a monstrous chap, something like a golden eagle, only bigger an' wickeder- lookin', with a more crooked beak, an' feathers of a dirty brownish-gray. At the time I thought Tim was jest a-humbuggin', but after the little beast disappeared so unaccountable like, I be- gun to reckon it must be true, sure enough." "Oh, Wash, I can't bear to think of it!" and Monny's face looked quite pale in the moon- light. "Poor, dear little Cotton Ball! Fancy that demon and his mate tearing her limb from limb! It 'most breaks my heart." And long after the girl had climbed the ladder leading to the low attic under the clapboard roof, which she had shared with the younger children ever since their mother's death one year before, she DEMON OF SNAGGLE-TOOTH ROCK 179 lingered at the tiny two-paned window gazing off at the peaceful-seeming hills, but in imagina- tion following the lost lambkin to the eagle's grim aerie on wild, inaccessible Snaggle-Tooth Rock. "It is dreadful, dreadful. But I won't tell Jemima Calline," was her last thought, as she crept into bed beside her sister. Monongahela w r as old beyond her fourteen years, and bravely strove to fill the place of their lost parent to the motherless little ones, send- ing them trim and tidy to school and "Methody meetin'," feeding them on plenty of bacon, corn- dodgers, and apple-butter, and every morning, in spite of grimaces, dosing them all round with "whiskey and burdock" as an antidote against dyspepsia, the curse of that hog-eating, excessive coffee-drinking community. Within a few days Washington's fears were painfully confirmed. Our young mountain folk were out one afternoon on the hillside gathering i8o DEMON OF SNAGGLE-TOOTH ROCK ginseng and other herbs, when they met the circuit-rider who visited in turn the churches of their vicinity, and whom Mr. Saunders had frequently entertained. He paused for a chat, and informed them of the consternation created in a neighboring valley by the appearance of the terrible bird to prey upon any poultry or small animals left out overnight; while one man had been severely wounded in an almost hand- to-claw tussle in order to save his dog. The following morning, then, when Monny, with the baby toddling by her side, went out early to milk the cow, she heard a continuous firing, and came upon her brother armed with the old flint-lock rifle which he had inherited from his grandfather, popping away at the brown and purple cones on the top of a tall pine-tree, and deftly snapping off the one at which he aimed nine times out of ten. "Well, Washington Beauregard, I'll allow you are a pretty fair marksman," she remarked, DEMON OF SNAGGLE-TOOTH ROCK 181 after a moment of admiring watching. "Not many private hunters kin wing a bird as well as you, kin they?" "Reckon I could hold my own agin most of they-uns if I only had a new-fangled gun," re- turned the boy. "This old fowlin'-piece ain't wuth much, and I do hope I kin sell enough 'sang' l this year to buy another. 'Tain't much fun to git a fine aim at a buck and lose him 'cause your gun misses fire. As it is, though, I believe I could snip a curl off the baby's head an' hardly scare the darlin'. Jest hold him up, honey, an' let me hev a try." But to this Wil- liam Tell arrangement Monny objected in horror, and scurried off with the infant, followed by Wash's roar of laughter and shouts of "Ho, scare rabbit! But anyhow I mean to keep in practice, 'n' hev a cold-lead welcome ready for that air eagle if he ever shows hisself this way agin." 1 Ginseng. 1 82 DEMON OF SNAGGLE-TOOTH ROCK The bird did not come; but about noon Tim Harkins did, ambling along on a raw-boned sorrel nag, and reined up at the gate with a long-drawn-out "Whoa, tharl" "Wash Saunders! Oh, Wash!" he called, and that youth, rising from the dinner-table, appeared in the ramshackle porch. "Hello, Tim, is that you? Step in an' hev a bite, won't yer?" "No, thankee. I'm jest on my way to a gander-pull over nigh the Springs, V on'y stopped to fotch you a message. Ye wouldn't keer, naow, to hire out for a few weeks, at a dollar a day, would yer?" "What to do?" "Oh, jest to show a gentleman through the mountings, an' pint out the hants o' the wild birds. 'Pears this perfessor, as they call him, is stoppin' over to the Spring Hotel, an' the landlord, Poke Dickson, axed me ef I knowed any o' the neighborhood boys who would like DEMON OF SNAGGLE-TOOTH ROCK 183 the job someim what wuz a first-rate shot, an' 'quainted with all the trails. 'Yaas,' I tole him, 'Wash Saunders am the very chap, ef you kin git him. But,' I added, 'the Saunders air pooty ticky, an' Wash, mebbe, won't relish playin' pinter-dorg to any one. For,' sez I, 'his pappy am a forehanded man, who keeps his fambly comf ble. He hez a good corn 'n' tobaccy field, 'n' the gyurls hez a kyarpet on the best room, 'n' curtings to the windys, 'n' everything mighty slick. Still,' sez I, ( 'twon't do no harm to ax.* So here I be." "Sho, Tim, you know I 'ain't so ticky as that. Dunno but I'd like it first-rate, for I'm strivin' to get a new rifle. Granddaddy's old 'Sally Blazer,' as he used to name it, is about played out." "Waal, naow, then, here's your chance, 'n' I'm real tickled. But I must be a-joggin'. G'lang, Juniper! Shall I tell Poke you will go over 'n' see the perfessor?" 1 84 DEMON OF SNAGGLE-TOOTH ROCK "Yes, I will, this very evenin' " which the boy did, and returned jubilant. "It's a snap, a reg'lar snap," he declared to the group of brothers and sisters who ran to meet him. "Pro- fessor Stuart is real quality, an' no mistake. He's an orni orni waal, I don't rightly re- member the name, but he's plumb crazy about birds, 'n' corned here a-purpose to see those what live in West Virginia. It's a cur'ous notion, but he's nice, 'n' so is Mis' Stuart, though she lies on a sofy most of the time, and looks drefful white 'n' pindlin'." "Air there any chilluns?" inquired Jemima Calline. "Yaas, two. An aWful pooty gyurl, with eyes like brown stars, an' all rigged out in white, same as an angel, with big, puffy sleeves; an' the jolliest small boy you ever see. He's a down- right little man, though he's only five year old, an' he's curls down to his waist." "Waal, then, sence they were so friendly, I DEMON OF SNAGGLE-TOOTH ROCK 185 s'pose you came to some bargain?" said Monon- gahela. "Sartain; an' I'm to meet Mr. Stuart to- morrer mornin' at the cross-roads an' show him a red-bird's nest. He wants to collect eggs an' live specimens." When, then, the professor rode up to the ap- pointed rendezvous on the following day, he found Wash awaiting him, "Sally Blazer" in hand, and a powder-horn and shot-pouch slung from his neck by a leather strap. His feet, too, were encased in moccasins that his footfall might not startle the shy creatures of the wild- wood. "Ah, my lad, I see you understand the busi- ness," remarked the ornithologist, with an ap- proving nod, "and I predict we shall be fine friends." Thus, too, it proved, and for both. That was the beginning of a month of happy, halcyon days spent in the open; a perpetual picnic, seal- 1 86 DEMON OF SNAGGLE-TOOTH ROCK ing the rough but ever-enchanting hills, wander- ing through the beautiful solemn pine forests, following nature's most winsome things to their chosen haunts, and always breathing in the resinous, health-giving mountain air. Some- times, when the tramp was not to be too long a one, small Royal accompanied his father, gay and joyous as a dancing grig, and looking like a little Highland princeling in his outing cos- tume of Scotch plaid, proudly flourishing a tiny wooden gun. "We are good chums, ain't we, Wash?" he would say, in his precocious, friendly little way "good chums, going hunting together. But we mustn't kill things just for fun. That is naughty. Papa says food or science is the only excuse. He never takes but one egg from a nest, and would rather snare birds than shoot them." Occasionally, too, pretty Jean would join the party at a given point, driving over with a DEMON OF SNAGGLE-TOOTH ROCK 187 dainty lunch from the hotel, and then there would be a merry outdoor meal in some cosey green nook, near to one of the cold, clear moun- tain springs which furnished the purest and most refreshing beverage. And what a revelation this experience was to poor little Washington Beauregard! Not only the bits of knowledge he picked up from the ornithologist's learned discourses on the gor- geous Virginia-cardinals and orioles, the red- capped woodpeckers and flitting humming- birds, but in a different style of girlhood and more refined mode of life than he had ever known. Day by day, too, he became fonder of and more devoted to his new friends, and looked forward with dread to the time when they must part. All too speedily, then, that date drew on apace, until the morning set for their last pleasant tramp dawned. The pro-, lessor and Washington started early, while at noon Jean and Royal met them on the hills i88 DEMON OF SNAGGLE-TOOTH ROCK above Stonycliff, climbing the last rough incline, that being too steep for the horses and carriage, which were left with the driver at a small clear- ing part way down the mountain. "And just think, papa," cried Jean, "we found the squatter's wife at the log house below in sore trouble. Yesterday that horrible eagle, of which we have heard so much, swooped down and carried off her milch-goat almost before her very eyes, and now what she is going to do for milk for her baby she does not know." "Well, that is a misfortune, truly," said the professor, "and we must see what we can do to help her; but I wish I had been here to have a peep at that abnormal bird. I imagine the stories regarding it are much exaggerated, but if not, it cannot be an eagle; must belong to the semi-vulturine family, though those are rarer than white blackbirds in this part of the world. I really am curious to get a glimpse of the creature." And, as it chanced, he was DEMON OF SNAGGLE-TOOTH ROCK 189 destined to have his curiosity satisfied in a way he little dreamed of. The collation eaten that day under the trees was an unusually bountiful one, reflecting credit on mine host of the Spring House, and a'fter it the ornithologist stretched himself out to enjoy an afternoon cigar, while Jean, followed by her small brother, wandered off to sketch a charm- ing view that had taken her fancy. Meanwhile Wash cleared away the remains of the feast, packing the dishes in the hamper, and carefully saving any fragments of good things for the little ones at home. He had just completed his task, when a fright- ened cry of "Sister, oh, sister!" and a blood- curdling shriek from the girl made him snatch up his fowling-piece and fly in the direction the young Stuarts had taken. The professor also sprang to his feet and followed suit, while, as they emerged from the shadow of the wood, both were almost paralyzed by the sight they be- 190 DEMON OF SNAGGLE-TOOTH ROCK held. For there stood Jean, white to the very lips, but bravely endeavoring with her climbing- staff to beat off an enormous bird, in whose great cruel talons struggled little Royal, upon whom had been made a sudden and fierce attack. "My goodness, it's the demon I" gasped Wash, while the father, overcome by a sickening hor- ror, fell back against a tree. Even, too, as they approached, the huge, repulsive creature spread its big dusky wings and began slowly to rise, bearing off in its claws the poor child, who stretched out his tiny hand, sobbing piteously, "Oh, papa, save me!" There was one terrible nightmarish second, when nobody had power to move, and then the professor, with a wild lunge forward, caught at his vanishing boy. But the the gay kilt slipped through his fingers, and still the bird of prey soared relentlessly upward and onward. But at that moment Granddaddy Saunders' old rifle was raised and levelled at the monster. DEMON OF SNAGGLE-TOOTH ROCK 191 "Oh, Wash, pray be careful; you may hit the wee laddie!" cried Jean, sinking down and covering her face. No one knew the danger better than the mountain-bred youth, but he held himself well in hand and kept cool. "I must only maim, not kill the critter outright," he thought, "and may old 'Sally Blazers' not miss fire this timel" Then he took careful aim, a bullet whistled through the air, and the "demon's" left wing dropped powerless at his side. They could see the wrathful red gleam in the creature's eyes as it paused, wavered, and careened to one side, but the right pinion still flapped vigorously, and kept it up, while it still retained its clutch on the little fellow, who no longer screamed, but now appeared ominously quiet and white. "Ef he gits over the precipice all is lost," murmured the young sportsman, with a glance toward the edge of the cliff upon which they stood, and he wasted no time in reloading and 192 DEMON OF SNAGGLE-TOOTH ROCK firing again. And oh, joy! again he winged his victim, which, uttering an unearthly, discordant cry, began to flutter slowly downward. But now a fresh danger threatened Royal, 'for the bird, maddened by pain, suddenly released its hold, and the fair little head must surely have been crushed on the jagged rocks beneath, had not Wash been prepared for this, and, springing forward, caught him in his strong young arms, although the precipitancy with which the child came almost flung both to the ground. There was just an instant, too, in which to stagger to one side, before, with a whirl and a whir, the mighty fowl was upon them, striking the stony ledge with a dull, sickening thud. Wounded, but by no means dead, was the Snaggle-Tooth Demon, and he fought desperately with beak and claws, and beat himself against the granite, until a third shot from old "Sally Blazers" finally ended his career forever. Meanwhile poor little Royal lay stretched on DEMON OF SNAGGLE-TOOTH ROCK 193 a bed of moss, pale and unconscious, his gar- ments torn to tatters, and blood streaming from his chubby legs and arms. "He is dead; my bonny wee laddie is dead! And how ever shall I tell his mother?" sobbed the professor, completely unnerved. But Jeanie never stopped charing the dimpled hands, and bathing the white forehead with cold water; until, after what seemed an eternity, a low sigh issued from between the child's pale lips. "No, papa dear, he is breathing, and it is Wash, good, brave Wash, who has saved him." And when the young girl turned and thanked him, and her eyes filled with grateful tears, the uncouth backwoods boy, though he could only stammer and blush, felt it to be the proudest moment in all his fifteen years of life. Soon Royal regained consciousness, but seemed so dazed and frightened, clinging to his sister and imploring her to "hide him from the awful, scratching claws," both father and 194 DEMON OF SNAGGLE-TOOTH ROCK daughter looked worued. "For it will kill mamma to see him in this condition," groaned Jean. "Oh, then," put in Wash, eagerly, "jest tote him down to our house. Monny would admire to hev yer, 'n' she's a fust-rate nuss." "Do you think so? Would your sister really not object?" " 'Deed no; she will be plumb right glad." So it was decided, and so the young Stuarts made the acquaintance of Monongahela, Jemima Calline, Dallas Lee, and the baby, and slept in the room with the "rag kyarpet and the curlings," which was hastily prepared for the unexpected guests, while by the fitful light of six pine knots the killing of the Snaggle-Tooth Demon was rehearsed again and again. Monny lost her heart to gentle, ladylike Jean, and con- cocted such a bowl of "yarb tea" for Royal that he slept soundly all night, and awoke his own bright, bonny little self. DEMON OF SNAGGLE-TOOTH ROCK 195 "It has been a strange conclusion to a most satisfactory summer," said Processor Stuart, when he appeared at the cottage the next day. "And but for you, Washington, would have been a very tragic one." But when he attempted to reward the boy with money he stiffened in a moment. "No, thankee, sir," he said. "I can't take it. Why, I love that leetle R'yal most as much as I do Dallas Lee, 'n' I won't be paid for rescuin' him. Besides, I had a grudge agin that air eagle, on my own account, all along of Cotton Ball." "That vulture, you mean; for I was not mis- taken. It belongs to the vulture family, though, sometimes erroneously called the 'golden eagle.' Well, I am not sure but you can get a nice little sum for that specimen, as it is a rare and un- usually large one. Suppose I take it to the city, and see what I can do for you?" To this Wash agreed, and the huge bird of prey, which was found to measure fourteen 196 DEMON OF SNAGGLE-TOOTH ROCK feet from tip to tip of its broad wings, after lying in state, and being visited by half the county, was shipped to New York, while the amount returned by the professor for the great carcass seemed a veritable 'fortune to the Saun- ders, whom the neighbors say are more "ticky" than ever. Certainly St. George never won more local fame by his dragon slaying than did Washing- ton Beauregard by his lucky feat, and he is proud of the handsome silver-mounted Win- chester rifle, the gift of "his grateful friend, Royal Stuart," that hangs side by side with the ancient gun which shot the voracious bird of prey now adorning a city museum, labelled "The Lammergeyer, or Bearded Vulture," but which in the West Virginia mountains will go down to history as the Demon of Snaggle-Tooth Rock. AN ELEPHANT-HUNT IN CHICAGO Beating a Detective. BY CHARLES H. DAY. ~T\URING the travelling seasons of 1852 and *~* 1853, Lewis B. Lent was a partner of P. T. Barnum, and manager of P. T. Barnum's American Museum and Menagerie, exhibiting, among other curiosities, Gen. Tom Thumb, the famous dwarf, and ten elephants. Mr. Lent, by reason of this experience, was a great believer in a herd of elephants as a powerful attraction with a show, and while in the employ of Adam Forepaugh, in 1879, made emphasis of the fact that his employer exhibited "a herd of twelve elephants." 197 198 AN ELEPHANT-HUNT IN CHICAGO About the same time P. T. Barnum and his associates also awoke to the fact that elephants in large numbers were a profitable attraction, and in the first years of the eighties both Bar- num and Forepaugh accumulated as many ele- phants as they could purchase. Both managers being possessed of enormous capital, the matter of price was of little account, and all the pur- chasable animals at home and abroad were snapped up by wire as fast as offered. As to elephants of size the great rivals truly "scored heavily" Barnum got Jumbo, a huge African; and Forepaugh was equally fortunate in Bolivar, a gigantic Asiatic. Just when the score stood: P. T. Barnum, twenty-five elephants; Adam Forepaugh, twenty-five elephants; the Philadelphia show- man was the recipient of a telegram of the greatest importance: "Will arrive Chicago Thursday with elephant; twenty- five hundred dollars. Do you want it? If so, wire me five hundred." AN ELEPHANT-HUNT IN CHICAGO 199 Did the wily manager want it? Adam Fore- paugh was a man of bulk and weight, but he made a rapid departure from the house to the stable in the rear, jumped into his carriage, and sent his favorite horse Dandy speeding to his Chestnut Street office. Arrived at the office, the manager placed the despatch before his con- fidential man, with the remark: "We must have that elephant." Before a comment could be made the vet- eran showman displayed his characteristic shrewdness as he continued: "Now, look here, Charlie, this despatch comes from west o'f Chicago. Mullet has been out in San Francisco after sea-lions, as you know, but elephants don't come into market in San Fran- cisco any more than they grow on trees; and wire him five hundred dollars I guess not!" The old showman laughed as he banged his fist on the desk. 200 AN ELEPHANT-HUNT IN CHICAGO "But suppose he has an elephant?" suggested the representative. "If it was any one else that had the elephant I wouldn't stop at the five hundred. But Mullet is not a successor to George Washington. Mind, he don't say a word about the seals sea-lions, he calls them. Don't it look to you as if he had made a failure in capturing seals, and, being hard pressed for funds, wires me a fairy story about an elephant?" The confidential man nodded, and the doubt- ing showman continued : "Don't you remember how smart Mr. Mullet took in all the showmen in the country in the seal trade; how he told each manager that he was selling exclusively to him, and how they all bit, myself included, and everybody in the business advertised 'the first and only sea-lions on exhibition'?" The recollection, instead of arousing the ire AN ELEPHANT-HUNT IN CHICAGO 201 of the sturdy manager, brought out a hearty laugh, interrupted by the remark: "But Barnum " "But Barnum, and but all the rest of them!" exclaimed the manager. "Why, Barnum and every manager, big and little, in the land who has got five hundred has received a despatch just like this." "And who gets the elephant?" "If there is an elephant, the first party that meets Mullet with the other two thousand dol- lars, or the entire amount," replied Forepaugh. "I would send a man to Chicago " "Too late," said the representative. "That despatch was sent about midnight, en route. Mullet has already arrived in Chicago." "Ring for a messenger!" exclaimed Fore- paugh. "I'll have the elephant" adding the qualification "if there is one." As his representative stepped to the call a broad smile came over the old gentleman's big 202 AN ELEPHANT-HUNT IN CHICAGO face, and he laughed to himself and at himself 'for his lack of thought. "Write," he said, in his usual abrupt, decisive way. Then the manager dictated: " 'Ben Lusbie, I Washington Street, Chicago, Illinois: I wire you five hundred dollars. Mullet in Chicago with elephant. Price, twenty-five hundred. Pay five hundred to bind bargain. Will wire balance on your request.' " "Never thought of Ben," remarked the writer, as he laid down the pen. "Pair of dummies 1" observed the manager, grasping the despatch and bolting from the room, and resuming his seat in his carriage as speedily as he was able. It is a matter of fact that Dandy was driven down the street at a speed forbidden by the city ordinance. For the reader's benefit, it must be stated that Ben Lusbie was the showman's favorite treasurer, the famous "Lightning ticket-seller," who readily disposed of six thousand tickets per hour without error, and, with all his rapidity, AN ELEPHANT-HUNT IN CHICAGO 203 could detect a counterfeit coin or bill at a touch or a glance. Lusbie was very much in love with Chicago, and when the season ended he went there from choice, and remained until sum- moned in the spring to return to duty. As Adam Forepaugh drove away from the telegraph office to make his daily visit to his winter quarters he chuckled to himself : "Elephant or no elephant, I won't get 'fooled this time. Ben Lusbie is just as cute as smart Mr. Mullet every time." And quite right was Adam Forepaugh in his estimate of the little man who had handled so many millions for him. With elephants on his mind, the showman on his arrival and departure from the winter quarters that 'forenoon viewed his long line of elephants, each time addressing himself with a chuckle: "One more will make twenty-six." After dinner the manager returned to the quarters by the way of his office, but no word 204 AN ELEPHANT-HUNT IN CHICAGO had arrived from Lusbie; but that fact occa- sioned no surprise, and only the reasonable re- mark : "Ben's hunting Mullet. Don't you fear ; Ben's all right!" a sentiment indorsed by the manager's representative. Ben Lusbie had taken quick action imme- diately on the receipt of "the Governor's" des- patch and money-order telegram, and, having secured the five hundred dollars, he hastened to search for Mullet, with no idea of having any difficulty in finding him. Appreciating the im- portance of his mission, he jumped into a cab and made a hasty round of the hotels at which the man with an elephant would be most apt to stop, but without finding the looked-for individual. But Lusbie, quite alarmed, saw others, whom he did not wish to see in Chicago at that very time, whom it would have been a pleasure to meet under other circumstances. At the vari- ous hotels he ran across representatives or part- AN ELEPHANT-HUNT IN CHICAGO 205 ners or proprietors of all the principal tent shows in the country, and he did not need to be told that each and every one o'f them had five hundred dollars in his pocket, and was, like him, looking for Mullet. Resolved not to be beaten, Lusbie stopped for neither dinner nor lunch, and by the supper-hour he was half fam- ished, and the cabman had driven his horse to a standstill. Weary and hungry and quite baffled by his lack of success, he wired his man- ager, in a sarcastic vein : "All the managers in the country here looking for Mullet, and can't find him ; neither can I." When Adam Forepaugh read Ben's despatch he was much amused, and remarked, with a hearty laugh: "Just imagine all those fellows with ready money in their pockets hot-foot after Mullet and the elephant!" Then he explained, conjecturing correctly: "You see, Mr. Mullet, as usual, has made one of his exclusive sales to 206 AN ELEPHANT-HUNT IN CHICAGO everybody in the business that has the price, and now he and the elephant are in hiding." The proposition appeared so ridiculous to the manager's representative that he remarked, with some sarcasm: "Where would you hide an elephant?" "Ask Mullet," replied Forepaugh. "Lusbie and the rest of the hunters don't know." Refreshed with a good meal, Ben Lusbie sat himself down and gave up a half-hour's time to good hard thinking and planning. The day had been spent, and developed only the fact that numerous others were in pursuit of the elephant and its owner, and, as he concluded aright, to no avail. "After the elephant is sold to its first dis- coverer, Mullet will turn up," said Ben, all to himself. Ben Lusbie had been around menageries long enough to know that an elephant must be housed at once in the winter, and, further, that imme- AN ELEPHANT-HUNT IN CHICAGO 207 diately on arrival Mullet must have stabled the animal, // he had one. "If he had one," said Ben, out loud, thereby expressing his doubts of Mr. Mullet's veracity and the possibility that any one would ship an elephant across the continent in the winter. That night Lusbie pursued his investigations, unrewarded and quite in despair; he called in at the office of the detective agency and com- municated the object of his search to William A. Pinkerton, a particular friend of Manager Forepaugh as detectives from the Pinkerton agency always accompanied the big show on its tours to protect its patrons from pickpockets and prevent the operations of professional thieves in the cities visited. The chief of the detectives greeted the perplexed Lusbie with a cheery: "Well, Ben, what have you got on your mind?" "An elephant," answered Lusbie, solemnly; 208 AN ELEPHANT-HUNT IN CHICAGO and then he unburdened his woes and explained the situation. The relator was aggravated, the listener highly amused; Pinkerton laughed heartily. "The idea of not being able to find an ele- phant!" "Funny, ain't it?" snapped Ben, who was fatigued and a little out of sorts. "I chased all over the city to-day, without a morsel to eat, and to no purpose." "Beats elephant-hunting in the jungles, eh?" persisted the annoying sleuth, who, noting the frown on Lusbie's face, dropped his joking and said, "Well, Ben, my boy, anything that I can do for you or Adam command me, and between us I guess we can turn up the elephant " "Or Mullet," put in Lusbie. "Then you doubt the elephant?" inquired Pinkerton. "Oh no," answered Ben, smiling for the first time during the interview. "I doubt Mullet." AN ELEPHANT-HUNT IN CHICAGO 209 "Ah, I see," observed Pinkerton "George Washington couldn't." "It's second nature to Mullet." "Ah!" exclaimed the sleuth to his visitor, drawing his chair closer and speaking in an undertone. "Now, Ben, if there is an elephant in the case, it ought to be an easy thing to find it. Mullet has been repeating the seal trans- action over again, only this time he has not enough to go round." Lusbie and Pinkerton both laughed, and then the detective went on to say: "An elephant in the city ought to be able to announce its own presence "Hasn't yet," interjected Ben, spitefully. "Not to you," retorted Pinkerton; and then he resumed: "I'll send out and have the word passed by our night patrol to be on the lookout for an elephant, then I'll issue an order to all the force on duty in Chicago to keep an open 210 AN ELEPHANT-HUNT IN CHICAGO eye, and in the mean time I'll take a look through the jungles myself." "Thank you," responded Lusbie; "I'd rather forfeit a season's salary than miss that elephant." "I know just how you feel about it, my good fellow," said Pinkerton, cutting off further remark. After Lusbie had departed, the head of the detective bureau, true to his promise, issued the necessary orders to report at once the location of the elephant upon discovery, and then, as he himself described it, he hurried out into the night to search "the jungles." At noon the next day Ben Lusbie again turned up at Pinkerton's office and found the chief at his post. Neither spoke a word, only looked at each other and shook their heads. Lusbie was grim, Pinkerton smiling. "Funniest thing I ever experienced," laughed Pinkerton. AN ELEPHANT-HUNT IN CHICAGO 211 "Oh, it's very funny," sighed Ben, lugu- briously; "too funny for anything. Let's cry!" "How about the other pursuers?" asked Pin- kerton, with professional instinct. "Oh, they are growing gray every hour," an- swered Lusbie. "I've seen them on my rounds, and they are fully as unhappy as I am." "How consoling!" added Pinkerton, who de- lighted in hectoring the diligent but unrewarded Lusbie. As Ben's face showed a shadow, the sleuth changed his strain and cheered "We may be happy yet." One thing Ben Lusbie had done that morning which he had not communicated to the detec- tive. It came to him like an inspiration that the boys of the telegraph and messenger service were as smart specimens of humanity as could well be found or imagined. Why not employ them in the search for the elephant? No sooner had he asked himself the question than he hied himself to the main office, and caused the man- 212 AN ELEPHANT-HUNT IN CHICAGO ager to announce by bulletin in the inner office that an elephant was very much wanted, and to the boy first divulging its location would be presented a ten-dollar bill. After doing this much, Lusbie raged up and down Chicago with much wear and tear to horseflesh as well as to his temper. Ben was a nervous, high-strung little man, and fully de- voted to the interests of Adam Forepaugh, and his lack of success in so important a mission annoyed him exceedingly. As he had no one to talk to confidentially during the hours of his fruitless search, he repeatedly caught himself repeating aloud : "The idea of an elephant in Chicago and no one can find it!" During that afternoon Lusbie arrived at a conclusion, which had the weight of probability to favor it, and he telegraphed his employer in accordance with his latest theory: AN ELEPHANT-HUNT IN CHICAGO 213 "Mullet and the elephant must have gone East ; no tidings here. The other hunters still camped on the trail." If a man ever appreciated a joke or had a keen sense of the humorous, it was Adam Fore- paugh, and when he read of the enemy and the emissaries "camped on the trail," he braced back in his chair and laughed heartily, express- ing his faith in the irrepressible and indomitable Lusbie by remarking, "Those other fellows can't hold a candle to Ben," and then he dismissed Ben's theory. "Oh no, Mullet hasn't brought an elephant past Chicago in the winter. Not he; the trip would be too risky; and why should he, with so many standing ready in Chicago to buy the animal? You hear me, Charlie? he's waiting to tire out some of the watchers rather than to face them all, and then he'll turn up, and the first one that finds the elephant will find Mullet. Just you telegraph Ben to stick." Thereupon the representative hurriedly wrote this message : 2i 4 AN ELEPHANT-HUNT IN CHICAGO "Do not relax your vigilance; believe Mullet to be in Chicago." Now Adam Forepaugh, true to his Pennsyl- vania Dutch extraction, could not pronounce v f and, running his eyes over the message, he re- marked, " 'Do not relax your wigilance' that's good." When Ben Lusbie received the telegram he, recalling the old gentleman's peculiarity of pro- nunciation, read it aloud to himself alone, "Do not relax your wigilance." Just then a very small boy came up and gave a tip of his cap in salute, and asked, "Is this Mr. Lusbie?" One glance at the brass buttons and the suit of blue made Ben's heart bump. "Yes, my boy," responded Lusbie, hoping for the best. The diminutive lad doffed his cap, and, with a shy manner that quite convulsed as much as AN ELEPHANT-HUNT IN CHICAGO 215 it delighted Ben, quaintly remarked, "Mr. Lus- bie, you owe me ten dollars." "Have you got the elephant?" exclaimed and queried Lusbie. "No," replied the pygmy Mercury; "I didn't bring him with me because the express charges were not paid." "Express charges?" interrogated Lusbie. "Yes; it's a tiny fellow in a box at the ex- press office, and the express folks are in a worry about it, as they say it is a nuisance in the place, and " That was as far as the boy got in the relation. Lusbie seized the boy by the hand and rushed him out-of-doors and along Washington Street to State as fast as they could run. At State Street they caught a carriage, and soon rolled up to the office of the American Express Com- pany, where they found the much-looked-for Mullet in the very act of paying the express charges. 216 AN ELEPHANT-HUNT IN CHICAGO "Hello, Ben!" said Mullet, rather sheepishly. "Hello yourself!" exclaimed Ben. "Here's your money for the elephant five hundred dol- lars to bind the bargain." "But but " began Mullet. "No buts in the case," persisted Lusbie, thrusting the money into his possession. "Give me a sheet of paper, Mr. Agent, and I'll write a receipt for it, and if the animal dies before morning it will be Adam Forepaugh's loss." The express agent supplied the sheet of paper, Lusbie wrote the receipt, and Mullet clasped the roll of bank-notes with one hand as he signed with the other. "I'll be here for a week," said Mullet, after affixing his autograph. "The old man can send me the two thousand here." "Agreed," said Ben, as Mullet slipped out. Then Lusbie and the messenger-boy viewed the elephant. Lusbie did not faint, but he caught his breath and gasped as he sat down AN ELEPHANT-HUNT IN CHICAGO 217 on a large box containing the smallest elephant he had ever set eyes upon, and during his long experience in the show business he had seen many a one. Ben looked quizzically at the mite of a messenger-boy, and then remarked: "Well, my hearty, all three of us are in the midget class man, boy, and elephant." With that he put his hand into his pocket and produced a ten-dollar bill the messenger-boy's reward for the discovery of the elephant. "Thank you," exclaimed the boy. "Won't mother be happy!" The boy that thought of his mother in the hour of good fortune interested Lusbie, who ex- claimed, heartily: "Good luck to your mother!" "It is good luck to my mother, sir," responded the boy, making sure that the bank-note was safe deep down in his pocket. "Father's dead, sir, and there's two smaller than me. And only to think, sir, that it was this morning that I 218 AN ELEPHANT-HUNT IN CHICAGO heard mother saying to the woman down-stairs, 'If I only had ten dollars it would take me out of debt and put me on my feet. 7 When I saw the notice at the office I felt that I was going to get that ten, and now I've got it in my pocket. It's a miracle; indeed it is." "It is a miracle; it's a miracle that you or any one else found that" As Lusbie spoke he indicated the cause of his great anxiety, now happily relieved. Lusbie at once notified the express agent to ship the elephant to Adam Forepaugh at Phila- delphia, and hastily arranged for the keeper who had accompanied it, and had been sent in by Mullet to continue on the journey. Then he turned to the messenger-boy, whom he had de- tained, and they re-entered the railway car- riage and drove to the telegraph office, where, in quite Lusbiean language, the manager was informed : AN ELEPHANT-HUNT IN CHICAGO 219 "Got elephant. Smallest ever saw. You can wear it for a watch charm. Mail draft for balance." The next day Lusbie was in receipt of an equally characteristic despatch in reply: "Don't care how small it is; it counts on the bills and in the procession. Draft sent to your order." When Lusbie returned to the carriage after sending the telegram he asked of his new acquaintance: "Where do you live, sonny?" The boy replied, and Lusbie returned: "Then I'll see you and your ten dollars safe home." And away went the carriage the moment the driver got the direction. And so rapidly that it was not long before the vehicle drew up at the curb, as the small boy therein announced: "Here we are." Ben Lusbie recognized the location. He was surrounded by the abodes of the very poor 220 AN ELEPHANT-HUNT IN CHICAGO the honest poor but not within the precincts of the haunts of crime. The lad's mother was almost alarmed when such a grand vehicle dashed up to the door, but she was reassured when she saw her boy's face brighten up with smiles and his eyes beaming with delight. Lusbie let the boy tell the story of his good fortune, and, as he was anxious to finish it with the climax of a ten-dollar bill in his mother's hand, it w r as an exceedingly short story. The boy laughed, the mother cried, and Ben Lusbie brushed away a tear with one hand as he fished up a roll of bills from his pocket and unwound a ten-dollar note and handed it to the boy, saying : "I don't think I could have faced the Gov- ernor if I had missed the elephant. That is for you to start a bank account, or do with it as your mother thinks best." a Oh, I didn't do much," said the modest lad. "You and the other gentlemen only overlooked AN ELEPHANT-HUNT IN CHICAGO 221 him because, just like me, he is such a little fellow." When Ben Lusbie repeated the discovery and the observation of the discoverer to his detec- tive friend, Pinkerton remarked: "The next time you start me out on an ele- phant-hunt in Chicago, furnish me the dimen- sions of the beast with the rest of the informa- tion." "Or get a boy to help you," added Ben Lusbie, delighted at the great sleuth's very evident discomfiture. THUG AND TIGER And the Cobra in the Path BY G. T. FERRIS. anchor-chains had scarcely ceased clanking through the hawse-pipe of the Seringapatam Indiaman in Madras Roads when Frank Raymond beset the captain about going ashore. The waves still tossed their manes in the open roadstead, and the grizzled seaman pointed to the beach, where the sur'f crashed with fury, though the wind was dying with the low-setting sun. The boy looked beyond the fringe of foam on the squat and squalid city (it was the Madras of 1844) with a little sinking of the heart. His fancy had been teeming with the vaguely remembered splendors of the im- perial city of Delhi. Frank gulped the present 222 THUG AND TIGER 223 reality with a sigh, and thought the night's wait would be long before he should see his father. When the copper-colored sun climbed above the fog-bank which always lowers in the morn- ing when the southeast monsoon blows, surf- boats had come off, for the landing was now safe. The boy and his luggage were shot ashore through the still boiling foam, when he heard a familiar accent among the howling Lascar boatmen : "I say, my young friend, is there a boy named Raymond among the Seringapatam passengers? Why, surely it's young Frank himself. Don't you remember Mr. Grant, once your father's clerk at Delhi?" A bronzed Englishman shook his hand hard as Frank burst out: "Where is Sir Charles? Hasn't he come down from Hyderabad?" "No; he can't leave the Residency now. But he has sent an escort of native servants. Your bearers are engaged, and all's agog for the start 224 THUG AND TIGER when your shore-legs are comfortably stretched. But come along. There's a thick letter for you at my office, and I'm sure you're dying to read it. After that we'll go out to the bungalow for early tiffin. I suppose you breakfasted aboard." Frank was soon deep in his father's letter: MY DEAR SON, It frets me no end that I can't meet you at Madras. My anxiety to see you has been so keen that it decided me to have you spend a year with me in India before going to Woolwich. It will give you the chance, too, to wrestle with Hindustani, a study of great value to an English officer, under a native pandit, and to learn it through the ear as well. You will make the journey up country in charge of my head servant, but he and the two others are trusty. The route is quite safe, otherwise I should have sent down a Sepoy escort. "Thuggery" 1 has been torn up by the roots in the Deccan, and the "Dacoit" bands have been l The Thugs were a murderous caste in India who worshipped the Goddess Kali, the consort of Shiva, the God of Destruction, by committing assassination as a holy sacrifice. The will of the deity was revealed to them by omens, and they often followed their victims hundreds of miles with tireless patience. Robbery and murder were religious rites with these fanatics, otherwise known as "Phansigars," or "noose operators." They used no weapon but the noose, in which they had extraordinary skill. They were all but exterminated'by a determined effort of British authority between the years 1828 and 1835, but the caste has survived, it is believed, even to the present day. THUG AND TIGER 225 smashed. I myself took some part in destroying the Thugs when I was at Delhi. I fancy you will have little use for the "double-barrel" I send down, except to war on jungle fowls. As for his royal Majesty, "King Stripes," if Chunda- Singe lets you within gunshot of a tiger I'll strip his black hide off, the rascal. You won't like the looks of Burrao, who is a late acquisition. But the fellow has shown such keen wits that I have forgiven his phiz, which is as ugly as a cobra's head. Don't think of that. It's only skin-deep, and you can never read a native by his face. Chunda is as true as steel (you'll remember him), and has my full in- structions. Native intrigue simmering at the Nizam's court ties me here. There is a war with the Sikhs on our hands, and their envoys are burrowing everywhere in the Deccan. It takes a sharp watch, but I am smashing their serpent's eggs. Trouble has been brewing ever since the war in Scinde last year. I suppose Sir Charles Napier's witty report of the campaign, which puzzled bluff old Sir Hugh Gough at head- quarters so much "Peccain" "I have sinned" (Scinde) must have raised a jolly good laugh at home. It beats Cesar's "Veni, Vidi, Vici." I have so many things to say that I think I'll wait till you get here. It makes me glad that, unlike most Anglo-Indian boys, you're as stout and lusty as though your life had not begun under the scorching skies of the East. Grant will take good care of you at Madras, but don't let him keep you too long. Y our loving father, CHARLES RAYMOND. 226 THUG AND TIGER With this letter came strict directions for his habits of life during the journey of three hun- dred miles in the sweltering air of an Indian September. Frank was hot for a start the next morning, in spite of his host's pleading. He had scarcely entered Mr. Grant's compound, rioting with thousands of blossoms, when two white-clad figures salaamed to the earth. "Hullo, Chunda! I should have known your honest 'face anywhere," the English boy said, with a hearty squeeze of his hand. "And this is Burrao?" scanning an aspect which justified his father's description. A sloping forehead rose obliquely at the sides to a great width, and the deep-set eyes had a filmy look as if they never winked or slept. The teeth in shape and whiteness were like the teeth of a hound, and the skin was tattooed in a minute pattern of faint blue. The clean-shaven bronze skull, for he wore no turban, made these things more start- ling. THUG AND TIGER 227 "Burrao kisses the young sahib's feet, and wishes health and long years," the native said, in a musical voice, unmasking all his teeth. There was something reptilian in the look, and the smile made it none the less 'forbidding. Mr. Grant whispered to Frank: "Sir Charles believes in Burrao, but I wouldn't trust that nigger as far as I would a pariah dog, unless old Chunda were by. That mouth of his is like a graveyard full of tomb- stones." The stars had not faded next morning when the little party was on its way. The scheme of travel involved rest during the intense heat of the day. Government rest-houses, about seven miles apart on this important route, provided food and sleeping-quarters. Relays o'f carriers had been arranged, and on either side of the road-track trotted lines of beaters, brandishing blazing knots, clashing cymbals, and bawling discordant cries to frighten any prowling beast. 228 THUG AND TIGER The sides of the palanquin were closely guarded by Chunda and Burrao. This night journeying was big with the romance of the unknown. Shut in by the gauze netting of his litter from the bites and stings of an army of flying things, his fancy tried to pierce the bowels of the jungle on either side of the torch-light glitter, the black ambush where giant cats stalked on feet of velvet, hungry for life of man or beast. Even amid the clatter o'f his torch-carriers the rustling of an innumerable footfall swelled like the distant hum of the sea. The steam of odor which the forest sweated out of its rank life almost stifled him. It was all so strange and alluring that he would not have missed it for the world. It was now the morning of the seventh day of their journey, which had pierced now a region of jungle, now open and cultivated fields dotted with villages. The rest-house is only a little distance away, and the road winds in curves through a grove of peepul-trees. This THUG AND TIGER 229 grove is sacred to the god Vishnu, and near a great banyan still remain the crumbling frag- ments of an ancient temple. Frank, weary of his litter, had sprung to his feet to stretch his cramped legs with a run. Only Burrao remains near him as he goes, for Chunda has hastened forward to the rest-house to give necessary orders. The boy stops, glued in his tracks. Something slips out o'f a bush before him and rears itself two feet high from a squirming brown coil. Wicked eyes bright as diamonds watch their victim, and the swollen hood with its spectacle mark is ready to burst with anger and venom. The boy knows the sign of the cobra, the deadliest serpent of India. Not even a slight stick in his hand, it needs but the wink- ing of an eyelash to hasten the end. And facing that spectre of death, the vagrant fancy shoots across him that the head of the snake shapes the outline of a human head which had glided for a week by the side of his litter. So he awaits 230 THUG AND TIGER the stroke, when there is the swift leap of an- other snake darting through the air in the sem- blance of a long, black thong, which loops itself about the cobra's swollen throat, and drags it writhing through the dust. "Where is it, Chunda, Burrao, the snake that killed that hideous thing? How near I was to death, and such a vile death! And yet was it a snake, or what was it? Oh, my poor father!" said Frank, incoherently, as he found himself supported on Burrao's knee, for he had suddenly gone to pieces when the cobra was killed. Chunda had now come up, his brown cheek grown chalklike as he saw the big serpent quiv- ering in the dust with a broken neck. Burrao flattened himself on the ground in the posture of adoration. "Look, young sahib," and there was a solemn music in his voice as he pointed to the ruined temple and its defaced idol. "Holy Vishnu loves the Burra Sahib, your father, and saves the son for a better fate. THUG AND TIGER 231 It was the snake of the god that killed the wicked naga." Chunda heard this explanation with a look of wonder. Heathen though he was, and a faithful believer in his country's gods, he knew too much about the habits and varieties of the serpent race which swarmed in that snake- infested land to credit Burrao's pious theory. His eyes roved from the cobra to the man as he stood in deep thought; then a flash of fear swept over his face like that with which he had first seen the venomous reptile. But whatever it was, the cunning of his people made him wear a mask. He smiled a smooth assent with : "Burrao is surely right, Sahib Frank; the snake was the black water-snake sacred to Vishnu, the preserver and life of the world. His blessing is on us and our journey." The light-hearted Frank soon forgot the deadly peril he had escaped, and chatted gayly with his attendants as he swung along day after day in his palanquin. He seemed, indeed, to 232 THUG AND TIGER have survived his first dislike of Burrao, though Chunda kept incessant watch, and scarcely per- mitted the lad out of his sight, while his stolen looks at his fellow-Hindu were those of one studying a mystery about which his mind was divided. If the other suspected he was mis- trusted, look or word gave no sign. One morn- ing at the rest-house Chunda said: "Burrao has gone to the Burra Sahib to an- nounce his son is near at hand. To-morrow we shall see the sun flash on the minarets of the Jama Masjid. If you wish to shoot to-night r Sahib Frank, the jungle along the nullah is full of fowl. To-morrow we shall ascend amid the hills." So about sunset, when the withering heat o'f the day was done, Frank sauntered with his gun along the edge of the nullah, now flowing a shallow current of some swiftness. Chunda had been detained at the rest-house a quarter of a THUG AND TIGER 233 mile away, intending to follow in a few minutes. But an English boy walking on the bank was not the only hunter afield for game that even- ing. There were two others not far away, each tracking his quarry, the most terrible and skilful hunters of India. Within a matted belt of thicket a few yards above crouched a lithe brown body naked to the waist-cloth. The left hand held the coils of a flexible leather thong, the right its open noose sliding on a leaden ring. And the eyes, burning with the passion of mur- der, were the eyes of Burrao the Thug. As Frank moved on, the hidden figure glided with noiseless foot'f all toward a space where the thick of the bush thinned out, and there was nothing to catch the fatal swing of the noose. On a parallel line, still deeper in the jungle, moved two round lights, like candle flames, but of changing tints between topaz and emerald which baffled naming. Thicket and deepening 234 THUG AND TIGER dusk hid all beside. That hunter, too, was silent as the tomb as he stalked the strangler and the strangler stalked the boy. "It's strange I don't get a shot," said Frank to himself, for no birds had risen to his gun. "Chunda fancied the place full of game, and I've scarcely fired old 'Brown Barrels' since leaving Madras. But no matter; I shall soon see the dear old dad. Why, Burrao what a beastly face that fellow has, to be sure! yet he seems a right good chap will be with him to- morrow morning with the good news !" He had come to the edge of the open land which sloped up from the bank. The babbling of the shallow stream recalled the music of an English brook. Out of the jungle 'fringe a dark form darted to its height, like an arrow drawn to its head. The sinewy arm was thrown back for the cast, while his fierce eye measured the distance with practised skill. That moment Frank's whistling was cut short and his blood THUG AND TIGER 235 ran cold. The jungle trembled with the hoarse roar of a charging tiger, a note indescribably terrible even to those who have heard it often. Frenk wheeled mechanically under the shock of the sound, and caught a glimpse of a huge black- and-yellow-banded beast dragging off a human body at a trot, and something made him think of Burrao. "Sahib Frank! Sahib Frank!" he heard Chunda's voice shouting, in an accent of pierc- ing distress. And when he came, Frank pointed to the ragged and broken bushes. "The tiger carried off some one skulking there, and he looked like Burrao!" he panted, for the beating of his heart almost choked him. Chunda looked about with a keen eye, and picked up the leather thong. "Behold the snake of Vishnu," he said, "that killed the cobra!" And bending over the goal of that mighty spring, he saw a large bloodstone pierced for an amulet. On it was cut the hideous image 236 THUG AND TIGER of the Goddess Kali. The tiger's claws in their downward sweep had torn it from their victim's chest. "Phansigar!" he whispered, with a hushed voice o'f fear even in that jungle solitude, and with the tiger's jaws already crunching the bones of the strangler not many rods away. "Phan- sigar! He was the servant of Kali, and his noose was ready when the Lord of the Jungle called on him." "And why did he save me from the cobra?" said Frank. "The young sahib was pledged for sacrifice to the goddess. Burrao would have laid his life down to save him from another enemy," Chunda replied. "Burra Sahib owes the light of his eyes and the hope of his heart to the Great Rajah with the Stripes." THE END