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him if he don't get that poison into him pretty soon。〃
Oxen never were studied as much as horses； for they were
considered a temporary shift； and every farmer looked forward to
replacing them with the latter。 Oxen were enormously strong； and
they could flourish without grain when the grass was good； they
never lost their head in a swamp hole； and ploughed steadily
among all kinds of roots and stumps； but they were exasperatingly
slow and eternally tricky。 Bright； being the trickier of the
two； was made the nigh ox； to be more under control。 Ordinarily
Rolf could manage Buck easily； but the present situation seemed
hopeless。 In his memory he harked back to Redding days； and he
recalled old Eli Gooch； the ox expert； and wondered what he would
have done。 Then； as he sat； he caught sight of the sick ox
reaching out its head and deftly licking up a few drops of bran
mash that had fallen from his yoke fellow's portion。 A smile
spread over Rolf's face。 〃Just like you； you think nothing's good
except it's stolen。 All right； we'll see。〃 He mixed a big dose of
medicine； with bran； as before。 Then he tied Bright's head so
that he could not reach the ground； and set the bucket of mash
half way between the two oxen。 〃Here ye are； Bright；〃 he said； as
a matter of form； and walked out of the stable； but； from a
crack； he watched。 Buck saw a chance to steal Bright's bran； he
looked around； Oh； joy！ his driver was away。 He reached out
cautiously； sniffed； his long tongue shot forth for a first
taste； when Rolf gave a shout and ran in。 〃Hi； you old robber！
Let that alone； that's for Bright。〃
The sick ox was very much in his own stall now； and stayed there
for some time after Rolf went to resume his place at the
peephole。 But encouraged by a few minutes of silence； he again
reached out； and hastily gulped down a mouthful of the mixture
before Rolf shouted and rushed in armed with a switch to punish
the thief。 Poor Bright； by his efforts to reach the tempting
mash； was unwittingly playing the game； for this was proof
positive of its desirableness。
After giving Buck a few cuts with the switch； Rolf retired； as
before。 Again the sick ox waited for silence； and reaching out
with greedy haste； he gulped down the rest and emptied the
bucket； seeing which； Rolf ran in and gave the rogue a final
trouncing for the sake of consistency。
Any one who knows what slippery elm； peppermint； soda； sulphur；
colic； and ox do when thoroughly interincorporated will not be
surprised to learn that in the morning the stable needed special
treatment； and of all the mixture the ox was the only ingredient
left on the active list。 He was all right again； very thirsty；
and not quite up to his usual standard； but； as Van said； after a
careful look； 〃Ah； tell you vot； dot you vas a veil ox again； an'
I t'ink I know not vot if you all tricky vas like Bright。〃
Chapter 57。 Rolf and Skookum at Albany
The Red Moon （August） follows the Thunder Moon； and in the early
part of its second week Rolf and Van； hauling in the barley and
discussing the fitness of the oats； were startled by a most
outrageous clatter among the hens。 Horrid murder evidently was
stalking abroad； and； hastening to the rescue； Rolf heard loud；
angry barks； then a savage beast with a defunct 〃cackle party〃
appeared； but dropped the victim to bark and bound upon the
〃relief party〃 with ecstatic expressions of joy； in spite of
Rolf's 〃Skookum！ you little brute！〃
Yes！ Quonab was back； that is； he was at the lake shore； and
Skookum had made haste to plunge into the joys and gayeties of
this social centre； without awaiting the formalities of greeting
or even of dry…shod landing。
The next scene was a big； high post； a long； strong chain and
a small； sad dog。
〃Ho； Quonab； you found your people？ You had a good time？〃
〃Ugh；〃 was the answer； the whole of it； and all the light Rolf
got for many a day on the old man's trip to the North。 The
prospect of going to Albany for Van Cortlandt was much more
attractive to Quonab than that of the harvest field； so a
compromise was agreed on。 Callan's barley was in the stock； if
all three helped Callan for three days； Callan would owe them for
nine； and so it was arranged。
Again 〃good…bye；〃 and Rolf； Quonab； and little dog Skookum went
sailing down the Schroon toward the junction； where they left a
cache of their supplies； and down the broadening Hudson toward
Albany。
Rolf had been over the road twice； Quonab never before； yet his
nose for water was so good and the sense of rapid and portage was
so strong in the red man； that many times he was the pilot。 〃This
is the way； because it must be〃； 〃there it is deep because so
narrow〃； 〃that rapid is dangerous； because there is such a
well…beaten portage trail〃； 〃that we can run； because I see it；〃
or； 〃because there is no portage trail；〃 etc。 The eighty miles
were covered in three sleeps； and in the mid…moon days of the Red
Moon they landed at the dock in front of Peter Vandam's。 If
Quonab had any especial emotions for the occasion； he cloaked
them perfectly under a calm and copper…coloured exterior of
absolute immobility。
Their Albany experiences included a meeting with the governor and
an encounter with a broad and burly river pirate； who； seeing a
lone and peaceable…looking red man； went out of his way to insult
him； and when Quonab's knife flashed out at last； it was only his
recently established relations with the governor's son that saved
him from some very sad results； for there were many loafers
about。 But burly Vandam appeared in the nick of time to halt the
small mob with the warning： 〃Don't you know that's Mr。 Van
Cortlandt's guide？〃 With the governor and Vandam to back him；
Quonab soon had the mob on his side； and the dock loafer's own
friends pelted him with mud as he escaped。 But not a little
credit is due to Skookum； for at the critical moment he had
sprung on the ruffian's bare and abundant leg with such toothsome
effect that the owner fell promptly backward and the knife thrust
missed。 It was quickly over and Quonab replaced his knife；
contemptuous of the whole crowd before； during and after the
incident。 Not at the time； but days later； he said of his foe：
〃He was a talker； he was full of fear。〃
With the backwoods only thirty miles away； and the unbroken
wilderness one hundred； it was hard to believe how little Henry
van Cortlandt knew of the woods and its life。 He belonged to the
ultra…fashionable set； and it was rather their pose to affect
ignorance of the savage world and its ways。 But he had plenty of
common…sense to fan back on； and the inspiring example of
Washington； equally at home in the nation's Parliament； the army
intrenchment； the glittering ball room； or the hunting lodge of
the Indian； was a constant reminder that the perfect man is a
harmonious development of mind； morals； and physique。
His