The Buffalo Runners, Robert Michael Ballantyne [best fiction novels of all time .txt] 📗

moved in silent prayer before she began to read.

The invalid was greatly tickled with this little preliminary prayer, and would have laughed aloud if he had not been too weak to do so. As time went on, however, he became interested in the Gospel narratives in spite of himself, and he began to experience some sort of relish for the evening reading--chiefly because, as he carefully explained to Elspie, "the droning o' the old wumman's voice" sent him to sleep.

Meanwhile the other invalid--Duncan senior--progressed as slowly as did his son. The nursing of him was undertaken chiefly by Jessie Davidson-- the sympathetic Jessie--who was established as an inmate of Ben Nevis _pro tem_, for that very purpose. She was ably seconded--during part of each day--by Billie Sinclair, between whom and the old Highlander there grew up at that time a strong friendship. For many weeks poor old McKay was confined to his bed, and then, when allowed to rise, he could only walk across his room with the aid of the strong arm of his stalwart son Fergus. To sit at his open window and look out at his garden was his principal amusement, and smoking a long clay pipe his chief solace. Like Duncan junior, old Duncan was quite willing to hear the Bible read to him now and then, by Jessie Davidson and more especially by Little Bill; but the idea of deriving any real comfort from that book never for a moment entered his head.

One day Elspie came to him and said:

"Daddy, Dan wants to see you to-day, if you feel well enough."

"Surely, my tear. It iss not the first time he will be seein' me since I got the stroke."

"He has brought you a present--something that he has made--which he hopes will be useful to you."

"What is it, Elspie?"

"You shall see. May I tell him to come in and bring it with him?"

"Surely, my tear. Let him come in. It iss always goot for sore eyes to see himself--whatever."

Elspie went out. A few minutes later there was heard in the passage a strange rumbling sound.

"What in all the world iss that?" said the old man to Little Bill, who happened to be his companion at the time.

"It sounds like wheels, I think," said Billie.

The door opened as he spoke, and Dan Davidson entered, pushing before him an invalid chair of a kind that is familiar enough in the civilised world, but which was utterly unknown at that time in those regions.

"Goot-mornin', Tan; what hev you got there? Iss it a surprise you will be givin' me?"

"It is a chair, sir, which will, I hope, add a good deal to your comfort," said Dan. "I made it myself, from the memory-model of one which I once saw in the old country. See, I will show you how it acts. Push me along, Jessie."

Dan sat down in the chair as he spoke, and his sister Jessie, who entered at the moment, pushed him all about the room with the greatest ease.

"Well, well!" said the amused invalid. "Ye are a clever man, Taniel. It iss a goot contrivance, an' seems to me fery well made. Could Little Bill push it, think ye? Go an' try, boy."

Little Bill found that he could push Dan in the chair as easily as Jessie had done it.

"But that is not all," said Dan. "See--now I will work the chair myself."

So saying he laid his hands on the two large wheels at either side-- which, with a little wheel behind, supported the machine--and moved it about the room, turned it round, and, in short, acted in a very independent manner as to self-locomotion.

"Well, now, that _iss_ goot," exclaimed the pleased invalid. "Let me try it, Tan."

In his eagerness the poor man, forgetting for a moment his helpless condition, made an effort to rise, and would certainly have fallen off the chair on which he was seated if Elspie had not sprung to his assistance.

"Come, there's life in you yet!" said Dan as he assisted the old man into the wheel-chair. "Put your hands--so. And when you want to turn sharp round you've only to pull with one hand and push with--"

"Get along with you," interrupted the old man, facetiously giving the chair a swing that caused all who stood around him to leap out of his way: "will you hev the presumption to teach a man that knew how to scull a boat before you wass born? But, Taniel," he added, in a more serious tone, "we must hev one like this made for poor Tuncan."

As this was the first reference which McKay had made to his younger son since his illness--with the exception of the daily inquiry as to his health--it was hailed as an evidence that a change for the better was taking place in the old man's mind. For up to that period no one had received any encouragement to speak of, or enter into conversation about, Duncan junior.

"You are right," returned Dan. "I have been thinking of that, and have even laid in the wood to make a similar chair for him. But I fear he won't be able to use it for some time to come. Elspie was thinking, if you don't object, to have your bedroom changed to one of the rooms on the ground floor, so that you could be wheeled into the garden when so inclined."

"Yes, daddy," said Elspie, taking up the discourse; "we can put you into the room that corresponds with Duncan's room at the other end of the house, so that you and he will be able to meet after your long illness. But there is another contrivance which Dan has been making for us--not for you, but for Old Peg. Tell daddy about it, Dan."

"Like the chair," said Dan, "it is no novelty, except in this out-o'-the-way place. You see, I have noticed that Old Peg is rather deaf--"

"Well, Tan," interrupted old McKay with a benignant smile, "it iss not much observation that you will be requirin' to see that!"

"Just so. Well, I also observed that it gives Duncan some trouble to speak loud enough to her. So I have invented a sort of ear-trumpet--a tin pipe with an ear-piece at one end and a mouth-piece at the other, which I hope may make things easier."

"Hev ye not tried it yet?" asked McKay.

"Not yet. I've only just brought it."

"Go down, lad, an' try it at wanse, an' let me know what the upshot iss."

Down they all went accordingly, leaving Duncan senior alone.

They found Old Peg in the act of administering beef-tea refreshment--or something of that sort--to the invalid. Peter Davidson and Archie Sinclair were there also, paying him a visit.

"Hallo, Little Bill!" said Archie as his brother entered. "You here! I guessed as much. Your passion for nursing since you attended Dan is outrageous. You do more nursing in this house, I do believe, than Elspie and Jessie and Old Peg put together. What d'ee mean by it, Bill? I get no good of you at all now!"

"I like it, Archie, and I'm training myself to nurse you when you get ill or old!"

"Thank 'ee for nothin', Little Bill, for I don't mean to become either ill or old for some time to come; but, I say, are they goin' to perform an operation on Old Peg's head?"

This was said in consequence of Elspie shouting to the old woman to let her put something into her ear to cure deafness.

"Cure deafness!" she exclaimed, with a faint laugh, "nothin' will ever cure _my_ deafness. But I can trust _you_, dearie, so do what you please."

"Shut your eyes, then."

"And open your mouth!" said Archie to Little Bill in a low voice.

Old Peg did as she was bid. Dan, approaching behind her, put the small end of the tube into her right ear--which was the best one--and Elspie, putting her mouth to the other end, spoke to her in her soft, natural voice.

The effect was amusing. Old Peg dropped into her chair as if paralysed, and gazed from one to another in mute amazement.

"Eh! dearie. Did I ever think to hear the sweet low voice o' Elspie like as it was when she was a bairn! Most amazin'!" she said. "Let me hear't again."

The operation was repeated, and it was finally found that, by means of this extemporised ear-trumpet, the poor creature once more became a conversable member of society. She went about the house the remainder of that day in a quite excited state, asking questions of everybody, and putting the end of the instrument to their mouths for an answer. Archie even declared that he had caught her alone in the back-kitchen shoving the cat's head into the mouth-piece of the instrument, and pinching its tail to make it mew.

It was two days after the occurrence of these incidents that the old woman was seated by Duncan's bedside, gazing through her tortoise-shell glasses at the well-thumbed Bible, when her patient, who had been very restless, looked up and spoke.

"Can I do anything for ye, dearie?" said Old Peg, putting the trumpet-end into her ear, and handing the mouth-piece to Duncan.

"You--you hear much better now, Old Peg?" said the sick man, in his natural voice.

"Ay, much, much better; thanks to the Lord--and to Mr Daniel."

"If Daniel had not thought of it," said the invalid, quite gravely, "do you think that the Lord would hev sent the machine to you?"

"He might or He might not," returned the old woman, promptly. "It's not for me to say, nor yet to guess on that point. But this I do know for certain--if the Lord hadna' thought upon Mr Daniel, then Mr Daniel wouldna' have been here to think upon _me_."

Duncan made no reply, and for some time remained quite silent. Then he spoke again.

"Peg, what wass it that you would be reading to me last night--something about a malefactor, I'm thinking."

"Ay, it was about the robbers that was crucified on each side o' the Lord. One o' them reviled the Lord as he was hangin' there, the other found forgiveness, for he was led to see what a lost sinner he was, and repented and confessed his sins."

"That is fery strange," said Duncan, after a few moments' thought. "Do you think, Peg, that the robber that was forgiven wass a--a murderer?"

"I have little doubt o't," answered Peg, "for I've heard say that they think very little o' human life in them Eastern countries. But whatever he was, the blood of Jesus Christ was able to cleanse him."

"Ay, but if he was a murderer, Peg, he did not _deserve_ to be forgiven."

"My bairn," said the old woman, with something of motherly tenderness in her tone, "it's not them that _deserve_ to be forgiven that _are_ forgiven, but them that see that they _don't_ deserve it. Didna' this robber say that he was sufferin' for his sins justly? That, surely, meant that he deserved what he was getting, an'