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rolf in the woods-第15章

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Dutchman followed the child。 A moment later he reappeared; his

jolly face clouded with a look of grave concern。 〃Hi yo big

Injun; yo cahn paddle canoe?〃  Quonab nodded。 〃Den coom。

Annette; pring Tomas und Hendrik。〃  So the father carried

two…year…old Hendrik; while the Indian carried six…year…old

Tomas; and twelve…year…old Annette followed in vague;

uncomprehended alarm。  Arrived at the shore the children were

placed in the canoe; and then the difficulties came fully to the

father's mind  he could not leave his wife。  He must send the

children with the messenger  In a sort of desperation; 〃Cahn

you dem childen take to de house across de lake; and pring back

Mrs。 Callan?  Tell her Marta Van Trumper need her right now mooch

very kvick。〃  The Indian nodded。  Then the father hesitated; but

a glance at the Indian was enough。  Something said; 〃He is safe;〃

and in spite of sundry wails from the little ones left with a

dark stranger; he pushed off the canoe: 〃Yo take care for my

babies;〃 and turned his brimming eyes away。



The farmhouse was only two miles off; and the evening calm; no

time was lost: what woman will not instantly drop all work and

all interests; to come to the help of another in the trial time

of motherhood?



Within an hour the neighbour's wife was holding hands with the

mother of the banished tow…heads。  He who tempers the wind and

appoints the season of the wild deer hinds had not forgotten the

womanhood beyond the reach of skilful human help; and with the

hard and lonesome life had conjoined a sweet and blessed

compensation。 What would not her sister of the city give for such

immunity; and long before that dark; dread hour of night that

brings the ebbing life force low; the wonderful miracle was

complete; there was another tow…top in the settler's home; and

all was well。







Chapter 16。 Life with the Dutch Settler



The Indians slept in the luxuriant barn of logs; with blankets;

plenty of hay; and a roof。  They were more than content; for now;

on the edge of the wilderness; they were very close to wild life。

Not a day or a night passed without bringing proof of that。



One end of the barn was portioned off for poultry。  In this the

working staff of a dozen hens were doing their duty; which; on

that first night of the 〃brown angels' visit;〃 consisted of

silent slumber; when all at once the hens and the new hands were

aroused by a clamorous cackling; which speedily stopped。  It

sounded like a hen falling in a bad dream; then regaining her

perch to go to sleep again。  But next morning the body of one of

these highly esteemed branches of the egg…plant was found in the

corner; partly devoured。  Quonab examined the headless hen; the

dust around; and uttered the word; 〃Mink。〃



Rolf said; 〃Why not skunk?〃



〃Skunk could not climb to the perch。〃



〃Weasel then。〃



〃Weasel would only suck the blood; and would kill three or four。〃



〃Coon would carry him away; so would fox or wildcat; and a marten

would not come into the building by night。〃



There was no question; first; that it was a mink; and; second;

that he was hiding about the barn until the hunger pang should

send him again to the hen house。  Quonab covered the hen's body

with two or three large stones so that there was only one

approach。  In the way of this approach he buried a 〃number one〃

trap。



That night they were aroused again; this time by a frightful

screeching; and a sympathetic; inquiring cackle from the fowls。



Arising; quickly they entered with a lantem。  Rolf then saw a

sight that gave him a prickling in his hair。  The mink; a large

male; was caught by one front paw。  He was writhing and foaming;

tearing; sometimes at the trap; sometimes at the dead hen; and

sometimes at his own imprisoned foot; pausing now and then to

utter the most ear…piercing shrieks; then falling again in crazy

animal fury on the trap; splintering his sharp white teeth;

grinding the cruel metal with bruised and bloody jaws; frothing;

snarling; raving mad。  As his foemen entered he turned on them a

hideous visage of inexpressible fear and hate; rage and horror。

His eyes glanced back green fire in the lantern light; he

strained in renewed efforts to escape; the air was rank with his

musky smell。  The impotent fury of his struggle made a picture

that continued in Rolf's mind。  Quonab took a stick and with a

single blow put an end to the scene; but never did Rolf forget

it; and never afterward was he a willing partner when the

trapping was done with those relentless jaws of steel。



A week later another hen was missing; and the door of the hen

house left open。  After a careful examination of the dust; inside

and out of the building; Quonab said; 〃Coon。〃 It is very unusual

for coons to raid a hen house。 Usually it is some individual with

abnormal tastes; and once he begins; he is sure to come back。

The Indian judged that he might be back the next night; so

prepared a trap。  A rope was passed from the door latch to a

tree; on this rope a weight was hung; so that the door was

selfshutting; and to make it self…locking he leaned a long pole

against it inside。  Now he propped it open with a single

platform; so set that the coon must walk on it once he was

inside; and so release the door。  The trappers thought they would

hear in the night when the door closed; but they were sleepy;

they knew nothing until next morning。 Then they found that the

self…shutter had shut; and inside; crouched in one of the nesting

boxes; was a tough; old fighting coon。  Strange to tell; he had

not touched a second hen。  As soon as he found himself a prisoner

he had experienced a change of heart; and presently his skin was

nailed on the end of the barn and his meat was hanging in the

larder。



〃Is this a marten;〃 asked little Annette。  And when told not; her

disappointment elicited the information that old Warren; the

storekeeper; had promised her a blue cotton dress for a marten

skin。



〃You shall have the first one I catch;〃 said Rolf。



Life in Van Trumper's was not unpleasant。  The mother was going

about again in a week。  Annette took charge of the baby; as well

as of the previous arrivals。  Hendrik senior was gradually

overcoming his difficulties; thanks to the unexpected help; and a

kindly spirit made the hard work not so very hard。  The shyness

that was at first felt toward the Indians wore off; especially in

the case of Rolf; he was found so companionable; and the

Dutchman; after puzzling over the combination of brown skin and

blue eyes; decided that Rolf was a half…breed。



August wore on not unpleasantly for the boy; but Quonab was

getting decidedly restless。  He could work for a week as hard as

any white man; but his race had not risen to the dignity of

patient; unremitting; life…long toil。



〃How much money have we now; Nibowaka?〃 was one of the mid…August

indications of restlessness。  Rolf reckoned up; half a month for
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