Wrecked but not Ruined, Robert Michael Ballantyne [book series for 10 year olds txt] 📗

although small, was so elegant in form and so tastefully planned in every respect that it well deserved the title of a mansion in miniature. It stood on a rising ground which was crowned with trees; and the garden in front, the summer-house, the porch, the trellis-work fence, the creepers, the flower-beds--everything in fact, told that it had been laid out and planned by a refined mind.

Of course Redding had to call in the aid of his imagination a little, for at the moment when he first beheld it, the whole scene was robed in a mantle of snow. Close to the house, and in sight of the front windows, was a small lake or pond, by the side of which rose an abrupt precipice of about fifty feet in height. Beyond this, a little to the right, lay the undulating fields of the settlement, dotted with clumps of trees and clusters of cottages.

"Most beautiful!" exclaimed the fur-trader, "but why named Loch Dhu, which, if I mistake not, is the Gaelic for Black Lake?"

"Because that little pond," answered the surveyor, "when freed from its wintry coat, looks dark and deep even at mid-day, under the shadow of that beetling cliff."

"Truly, I like it well," said Redding, as he turned again to look at the cottage, "are you its architect?"

"I am," answered Mr Gambart, "but a greater mind than mine guided my pencil in the process of its creation."

"Indeed! and what is the objection to it that you spoke of?"

"That," replied the surveyor, with a mysterious look, "I must, on second thoughts, decline to tell you."

"How, then, can you expect me to buy the place?" demanded Redding, in surprise.

"Why, because I, a disinterested friend, strongly recommend you to do so. You believe in me. Well, I tell you that there is no objection to the place but one, and that one won't prove to be an objection in the long run, though it is one just now. The price is, as you know, ridiculously small, first, because the family who owned it have been compelled by reverses of fortune to part with it, and are in urgent need of ready cash; and, secondly, because few people have yet found out the beauties of this paradise, which will one day become a very important district of Canada."

"Humph, well, I believe in your friendship, and to some extent in your wisdom, though I doubt your capacity to prophesy," said Redding. "However, if you won't tell me the objection, I must rest content. To-morrow we will look at it in daylight, and if I then see no objections to it myself, I'll buy it."

The morrow came. In the blaze of the orb of day Loch Dhu looked more beautiful than it did by moonlight. After a thorough examination of house and grounds, the fur-trader resolved to purchase it, and commissioned his plump little friend to carry out the transaction. Thereafter he and his man retraced their steps to the wilderness, still breathing unutterable things against the entire clan of McLeod.


CHAPTER FOUR.


PIONEERING.

We turn now to "the enemy"--the McLeods. The father and his two sons sat in a rude shanty, on a bench and an empty keg, drinking tea out of tin cans. They were all stalwart, dark-haired, grave-visaged mountaineers of Scotland. Unitedly they would have measured at least eighteen feet of humanity. The only difference between the father and the sons was that a few silver hairs mingled with the black on the head of the former, and a rougher skin covered his countenance. In other respects he seemed but an elder brother.

"Ian," he said to his first-born, as he refilled his tin can with tea, "how many more timbers have you to prepare for the dam?"

"Six," replied the son laconically.

"It seems to me," observed Kenneth, the second son, "that if the frost holds much longer we shall be thrown idle, for everything is ready now to begin the works."

"Idle we need not be," returned the father, "as long as there is timber to fell in the forest. We must prepare logs to be sawn as well as the mill to saw them."

"I can't help thinking, father," said Ian, "that we did not act wisely in spending all the remainder of our cash in an order for goods from England. We should have waited to see how the mill paid before setting up a store. Besides, I have my doubts as to the wood-cutters or other people passing this out-o'-the-way spot in sufficient numbers to make a store pay for many a day to come, and even if they do, people coming up the coast will have the Fur Company's store at the Cliff Fort to go to for supplies."

"It's too late to think of these things now," retorted the elder McLeod; "we have made the venture, and must go through with it. Our case shows the folly of taking the advice of a friend, of whose wisdom one is not well assured. No doubt Gambart meant to do us a service, and fancied that he knew this coast well, but it is quite plain that he was mistaken, for I have no doubt now, from the situation of the place, that there will be little or no traffic here for a long time to come."

"So, then, we might as well have thrown the remnant of our wrecked fortunes into the sea," said Kenneth gravely.

"Not quite," returned the father, with a smile. "If we can only manage to hold on for a year or two, we shall be sure to succeed, for there can be no question that the tide of immigration is beginning to set in this direction, but it does not flow fast, and our great difficulty in the meantime will be the want of ready cash."

"Act in haste and repent at leisure," said Ian.

"One can scarcely be said to act in haste," retorted his father, "who is almost forced into a course of action. My chief mistake was in putting too much trust in Gambart."

"Well," said Kenneth, rising and stretching his huge frame as he placed a hatchet on his shoulder, "there's nothing like a good breakfast for giving a man heart to face difficulties. I'll away to work. What a pity that we may not raise some of our timbers on the other side of the creek, for it is admirably adapted to our purpose. Don't you think we might, father?"

"No," replied the elder McLeod, "the other side belongs to the fur-traders, whose rights must be respected."

Ian and his father soon followed Kenneth to the scene of their labours.

The spot was a wild one, but in many respects it was well-suited to the purpose, for which these adventurers had chosen it. The coast line at Jenkins Creek was precipitous. Cliffs, crowned with pines, rose in some places perpendicularly from the shingly beach of the gulf, and elsewhere the ground was very rugged. The creek itself was a mere streamlet which ran a short course from the mountains of the interior, brawling down a wild gully of inconsiderable extent. Near its mouth was a cascade, divided by a small rock or islet. It was between this rock and the south shore that the McLeods purposed to erect their dam when the ice should have cleared away, and here, in the meantime, the three men busied themselves in cutting and shaping the necessary timbers, and forming the rougher parts of the machinery of the mill.

They toiled steadily till noon, and then returned to their log-hut for dinner, which consisted of cold pork, hot tea, biscuit, and salt butter. They were still in the midst of this meal when the door opened and a man entered, carrying under his arm a pair of long snow-shoes, which he had just taken off.

"Glad to see you, Bellew, we had expected you earlier," said the elder McLeod, rising and shaking hands with the trapper.

"I would have been earlier," replied Bellew, handing a letter to McLeod, "but for a redskin whom I met on the way, who delayed me somewhat. He tells me something about a wreck having been seen by some of his tribe, a good bit down the gulf, but what between the difficulty of makin' out his lingo, and his stupidity, or unwillingness to communicate all he knew, I have found out very little about it. This only I feel pretty sure of, that a wreck must have occurred, and that, from something he said, there may perhaps be some poor fellows lying on the shore there."

"If so, they will surely perish in such weather," said McLeod, "and the least we can do is to go and try to rescue them."

"No need for you to go," said the trapper, "I will go alone with a small supply of provisions, and see whether it be true. If I find any of 'em alive I can make them comfortable enough for a short time, and then return here for such help as may be required."

"You'll start at once, then?" asked McLeod.

"Yes, at once."

"Here, have something to eat first," said Kenneth, pointing to the viands.

Jonas Bellew accepted the invitation. At once he sat down, and ate in silence heartily, while the elder McLeod read the letter.

"Have you bad news?" asked Ian, as he watched his father's face.

"Not exactly bad, but it's disappointing. This is from Gambart.-- Listen.

"My dear McLeod,--I have just heard that the flour-mill in this place
which you were so anxious to purchase has come unexpectedly into the
market, owing to the sudden death of its owner. It is to be had cheap
too--at a very much lower figure than you offered before leaving
Partridge Bay. I strongly advise you to secure it without delay.
This letter goes by Sam Smalls to Bellew the trapper, who will
doubtless deliver it to you. You'd better send him straight back with
your reply."

"Humph! good advice this time," said Ian when his father ceased to read, "if we could only take it. 'Tis hard to have every penny we possess locked up, with such a chance before us. Couldn't we borrow, in the meantime, from Gambart himself?"

"I will never purchase property with borrowed capital," replied the elder McLeod.

"Well, it can't be helped," said Ian, consoling himself with another slice of cold pork.

"Now I'm ready to start," said Bellew, rising and wiping his mouth with the cuff of his capote.

In a few minutes the trapper, on snow-shoes, and with a pack of provisions on his back, was striding down the coast at a pace that soon left the Creek far behind him.

Three days after this incident the trio at Jenkins Creek were aroused, while sitting at their mid-day meal, by the tinkle of sleigh-bells. Their sitting-room window was filled chiefly with parchment, but there was one square of it filled with glass. Through this, as from a loop-hole, the inmates could reconnoitre any one who approached their hut.

"Two dog-sleighs!" exclaimed Ian, turning from the loop-hole with a look of surprise.

"Flora and Elise!" cried Kenneth and his father, in the same breath, as they