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

how is it possible to deserve both condemnation an' forgiveness at the same time? But he believed that Jesus was a king--able and willing to save him though he did _not_ deserve it, so he asked to be remembered, and he _was_ remembered. But lie down now, bairn, an' rest: Ye are excitin' yoursel', an' that's bad for ye."

A week or so after the conversation above recorded, Dan brought a wheel-chair for Duncan, similar to the one he had made for his father. As Duncan had been getting out of bed for several days before, Dan found him dressed and sitting up. He therefore lifted him into the chair at once, and wheeled him out into the garden, where a blaze of warm sunshine seemed to put new life into the poor invalid.

It had been pre-arranged that old McKay should be brought down that same day to his new room, and that he should also be wheeled into the garden, so as to meet his son Duncan, without either of them being prepared for the meeting.

"I don't feel at all sure that we are right in this arrangement," Elspie had said; but Dan and Fergus, and Mrs Davidson and Jessie had thought otherwise, so she was overruled.

Archie was deputed to attend upon Duncan junior, and Little Bill obtained leave to push the chair of old McKay. The younger man was wheeled under the shade of a tree with his back to the house, and left there. Then the family retired out of the way, leaving Archie to attend the invalid.

A few minutes after young Duncan had been placed, Little Bill pushed his charge under the same tree, and, wheeling the chair quickly round, brought father and son suddenly face to face.

The surprise was great on both sides, for each, recollecting only the man that _had been_, could hardly believe in the reality of the ghost that sat before him.

"Father!" exclaimed Duncan at last.

But the old man answered not. Some strong feeling was evidently surging within him, for his mouth was tightly pursed and his features worked strangely. Suddenly he burst into tears, but the weakness was momentary. With an effort that seemed to concentrate the accumulated energy of all the McKays from Adam downwards, he again pursed his mouth and looked at his younger son with a stern persistent frown, worthy of the most rugged of Highlanders in his fiercest mood.

Duncan was inexpressibly touched.

"Father," said he again, "I've been a baad, baad son to _you_."

"Tuncan," retorted the old man, in a husky but firm voice, "I've been a baad, baad father to you."

"Let us shake hands--whatever," said the son.

The two silently grasped each other's hands with all the little strength that remained to them. Then old McKay turned suddenly to his henchman.

"Little Bill," said he, in a tone that was not for an instant to be disregarded, "shove me down to the futt of the garden--you _rascal_!"

With a promptitude little short of miraculous the Highlander was wheeled away, and thus the momentous meeting was abruptly brought to a close.


CHAPTER THIRTY THREE.


MATRIMONIAL PLANS AND PROSPECTS.

Time passed by, as time is rather apt to do, and still the feud between the rival fur companies continued, to the detriment of the Indians and the fur-trade, the unsettling of Red River Settlement, and the demoralisation more or less of all concerned.

Men who would gladly have devoted all their energies to the arts of peace, became more or less belligerent in spirit, if not in act, and many were forced to take sides in the controversy--some siding with the Nor'-Westers and others with the Hudson's Bay Company.

With the merits of their contentions we do not propose to meddle. We confine ourselves to facts.

One important fact was that our hero Daniel Davidson took the side of the Hudson's Bay Company. Being a stout fellow, with a good brain, a strong will, an independent spirit, and a capable tongue, he was highly appreciated by the one side and considerably hated by the other, insomuch that some of the violent spirits made dark suggestions as to the propriety of putting him out of the way. It is not easy, however, or safe, to attempt to put a strong, resolute man out of the way, and his enemies plotted for a considerable time in vain.

The unsettled state of the colony, and the frequent failure of the crops had, as we have seen, exerted an evil influence for a long time on poor Dan's matrimonial prospects, and at last, feeling that more settled times might yet be in the remote future, and that, as regarded defence and maintenance, it would be on the whole better both for Elspie and himself that they should get married without delay, he resolved to take the important step, and, as old McKay remarked, have it over.

"You see, Taniel," said the old man, when the subject was again broached, "it iss of no use hangin' off an' on in this fashion. Moreover, this nasty stiff leg o' mine is so long of getting well that it may walk me off the face o' the earth altogether, an' I would not like to leave Elspie till this matter iss settled. Tuncan also iss a little better just now, so what say you to have the weddin' the month after next? Mr Sutherland will be back from the Whitehorse Plains by then, an' he can tie the knot tight enough--whatever. Anyway, it iss clear that if we wait for a munister o' the Auld Kirk, we will hev to wait till doomsday. What say you, Taniel?"

It need hardly be said that Dan had nothing whatever to say in objection to this scheme. It was therefore settled--under the proviso, of course, that Elspie had no objection. Dan went off at once to see Elspie, and found that she had no objection, whereupon, after some conversation, etcetera, with which we will not weary the reader, he sought out his friend Fred Jenkins, to whom he communicated the good news, and treated him to a good many unanswerable reasons why young people should not delay marriage when there was any reasonable prospect of their getting on comfortably in life together.

The sailor agreed with effusive heartiness to all that he said, and Dan thought while he was speaking--orating--as one of the American settlers would have expressed it--that Jenkins wore a peculiar expression on his manly countenance. Attributing it to unusual interest in the event, he continued--

"Now, Fred, I want you to be my best-man--"

"Unpossible--quite unpossible," interrupted the seaman with a grave shake of the head.

"How--impossible!"

"Ab-so-lutely unpossible."

"But why? Explain yourself, Fred."

"'Cause it's only a bachelor as can be a best-man to a bachelor--ain't it?"

"I believe so, though I'm no authority in such matters; but surely that is a matter of no importance, for _you_ are a bachelor, you know."

"True, that's what I am to-day, but I won't be that long, for I am goin' to be married next month, so I won't be available, d'ee see, the month after."

"You--married!--to whom?" exclaimed Dan in amazement.

"Well, that's a point blank shot right between wind an' water. Hows'ever, I suppose I can't go wrong in tellin' you, Dan, for it's all settled, though not a soul knows about it except Little Bill, an' yourself, an' her brother."

"But I _don't_ know about it yet," returned Dan. "Who is it?"

"A angel--pure an' unmixed--come straight down from heaven a-purpus to marry poor, unedicated, sea-farin' Fred Jenkins, an' her terrestrial name is Elise Morel!"

Dan laughed while he congratulated the modest seaman, and admitted the strength of his difficulty.

"D'you know, Fred, I've had a suspicion for some time past that you had a leaning in that direction?"

"So have I, Dan, had an uncommon strong suspicion for a very long time past, not only that I had a leanin' that way, but a regular list to port, an' now I'm fairly over on my beam-ends!"

"But, surely, it must have come upon you very sudden at last," said Dan. "How was it?"

"Sudden! I should just think it did--like a white squall in the Mediterranean, or a hurricane in the China seas. This is how it was. I'd bin cruisin' about her--off an' on--for a considerable time, tryin' to make up my mind to go into action, an' screwin' my courage up to the stickin' pint by recallin' all the fine sentiments that has carried Jack-tars through fire an' smoke, shot and shell since the world began--`England expects every man to do his dooty,'--`Never say die,'--`Hookey Bunkum,' an' such like. But it warn't no manner o' use, for I'm an' outrageous coward wi' the gals, Dan. So, in a sort o' despair, I sailed away this very mornin' into the plantation at the futt o' your garden, intendin' to cool myself an' think over it, when, who should I see almost hull down on my lee bow but the enemy--Elise herself!

"Well, I changed my course at once; bore straight down on her, an' soon overhauled her, but the nearer I came the more did my courage run out, so I gradooally begun to take in sail an drop astarn. At last I got savage, `You're a fool, Jenkins!' says I to myself. `That's a fact!' says su'thin' inside o' me.

"Now, if that su'thin' had kep' quiet, I do believe that I'd have gone about-ship an' showed her my heels, but that su'thin', whatever it was, set up my dander. `Now then,' says I, `haul taut the main brace! Up wi' the t'gall'nt-s'ls an' sky-scrapers! "England expects," etceterer!'

"Afore you could say Jack Robinson, I was along side--grapplin'-irons hove into her riggin', and a broadside fired. The way I gave it her astonished even myself. Nelson himself could scarce ha' done it better! Well, she struck her colours at the first broadside, an' somehow--I never could make out exactly how--we was sittin' on the stump of a tree with her head on my rough unworthy buzzum. Think o' that! Dan, _her_ head--the head of a Angel! Give us your flipper, mate."

"I congratulate you, Jenkins, with all my heart," said Dan, grasping the seaman's flipper, and giving it a hearty shake. "So now, I must look out for another best-man. Morel will do for me, I think, and you can have my brother Peter, no doubt. But could we not manage to have both weddings on the same day?"

"Impossible," answered the seaman, promptly. "Couldn't wait."

"But we might compromise the matter. I might have mine a little sooner and you could have yours a little later."

Still Jenkins shook his head. "Not fair-play," he said. "All the advantage on your side. However, we might consider it. Hold a sort o' drum-head court-martial over it, with Elise and Elspie as judges."

When the said court-marital--as Dan called it--was held, the compromise was agreed to, and it was finally fixed that six weeks thereafter the two couples should be united in Ben Nevis Hall.

But the current of these parallel streams of true love was not yet destined to run smooth--as the next chapter will show.


CHAPTER THIRTY FOUR.


A NEW DISASTER.

"I mean to go off