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rolf in the woods-第39章

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prayer for leave to; follow; but another and better plan came in

mind。 Skookum would most likely find a mother partridge; which

none should kill in June; and there was a simple way to find a

cock; that was; listen。 It was now the evening calm; and before

Rolf had gone half a mile he heard the distant 〃Thump; thump;

thump; thump  rrrrrrr〃 of a partridge; drumming。 He went

quickly and cautiously toward the place; then waited for the next

drumming。 It was slow in coming; so he knelt down by a mossy;

rotten log; and struck it with his hands to imitate the thump and

roll of the partridge。 At once this challenge procured response。



〃Thump  thump  thump;; thump rrrrrrrrrrrr〃 it came; with

martial swing and fervour; and crawling nearer;



Rolf spied the drummer; pompously strutting up and down a log

some forty yards away。 He took steady aim; not for the head   a

strange gun; at forty yards   for the body。  At the crack; the

bird fell dead; and in Rolf's heart there swelled up a little

gush of joy; which he believed was all for the sake of the

invalid; but which a finer analysis might have proved to be due

quite as much to pride in himself and his newly bought gun。



Night was coming on when he got back; and he found the Dutch

parents in some excitement。 〃Dot Indian he gay no bring Annette

indoors for de night。  How she sleep outdoors  like dog  like

Bigger  like tramp? Yah it is bad; ain't it?〃 and poor old

Hendrik looked sadly upset and mystified。



〃Hendrik; do you suppose God turns out worse air in the night

than in the day?〃



〃Ach; dunno。〃



〃Well; you see Quonab knows what he's doing。〃



〃Yah。〃



〃Well; let him do it。 He or I'll sleep alongside the child she'll

be all right;〃 and Rolf thought of those horrible brown crawlers

under the bedding indoors。



Rolf had much confidence in the Indian as a doctor; but he had

more in his own mother。 He was determined to give Annette the

quinine; yet he hesitated to interfere。 At length; he said: 〃It

is cool enough now; I will put these thin curtains round her

bed。〃



〃Ugh; good!〃 but the red man sat there while it was being done。



〃You need not stay now; I'll watch her; Quonab。〃



〃Soon; give more medicine;〃 was the reply that Rolf did not want。

So he changed his ruse。  〃I wish you'd take that partridge and

make soup of it。  I've had my hands in poison ivy; so I dare not

touch it。〃



〃Ach; dot shall I do。 Dot kin myself do;〃 and the fat mother;

laying the recent baby in its cradle; made cumbrous haste to cook

the bird。



〃Foiled again;〃 was Rolf's thought; but his Yankee wit was with

him。 He laid one hand on the bowl of snake…root tea。 It was

lukewarm。 〃Do you give it hot or cold; Quonab?〃



〃Hot。〃



〃I'll take it in and heat it。〃  He carried it off; thinking; 〃If

Quonab won't let me give the bark extract; I'll make him give

it。〃  In the gloom of the kitchen he had no difficulty in adding

to the tea; quite unseen; a quarter of the extract; when heated;

he brought it again; and the Indian himself gave the dose。



As bedtime drew near; and she heard the red man say he would

sleep there; the little one said feebly; 〃Mother; mother;〃 then

whispered in her mother's ear; 〃I want Rolf。〃



Rolf spread his blanket by the cot and slept lightly。 Once or

twice he rose to look at Annette。 She was moving in her sleep;

but did not awake。  He saw to it that the mosquito bar was in

place; and slept till morning。



There was no question that the child was better。  The renewed

interest in food was the first good symptom; and the partridge

served the end of its creation。  The snakeroot and the quinine

did noble work; and thenceforth her recovery was rapid。  It was

natural for her mother to wish the child back indoors。  It was a

matter of course that she should go。  It was accepted as an

unavoidable evil that they should always have those brown

crawlers about the bed。



But Rolf felt differently。 He knew what his mother would have

thought and done。  It meant another visit to Warren's; and the

remedy he brought was a strong…smelling oil; called in those days

〃rock oil〃  a crude petroleum。 When all cracks in the bed and

near wall were treated with this; it greatly mitigated; if it did

not quite end; the nuisance of the 〃plague that walks in the

dark。〃



Meanwhile; Quonab had made good his welcome by working on the

farm。 But when a week had flown; he showed signs of restlessness。

〃We have enough money; Nibowaka; why do we stay?〃



Rolf was hauling a bucket of water from the well at the time。  He

stopped with his burden on the well…sweep; gazed into the well;

and said slowly: 〃I don't know。〃 If the truth were set forth; it

would be that this was the only home circle he knew。 It was the

clan feeling that held him; and soon it was clearly the same

reason that was driving Quonab to roam。



〃I have heard;〃 said the Indian; 〃that my people still dwell in

Canada; beyond Rouse's Point。  I would see them。  I will come

again in the Red Moon (August)。〃



So they hired a small canoe; and one bright morning; with Skookum

in the bow; Quonab paddled away on his voyage of 120 miles on the

plead waters of Lakes George and Champlain。  His canoe became a

dark spot on the water; slowly it faded till only the flashing

paddle was seen; and that was lost around a headland。



The next day Rolf was sorry he let Quonab go alone; for it was

evident that Van Trumper needed no help for a month yet; that is;

he could not afford to hire; and while it was well enough for

Rolf to stay a few days and work to equalize his board; the

arrangement would not long continue satisfactory to both。



Yet there was one thing he must do before leaving; take Annette

to pick out her dress。 She was well again now; and they set off

one morning in the canoe; she and Rolf。 Neither father nor mother

could leave the house。 They had their misgivings; but what could

they do? She was bright and happy; full of the childish joy that

belongs to that age; and engaged on such an important errand for

the first time in her life。



There was something more than childish joy showing in her face;

an older person would have seen that; but it was largely lost on

Rolf。 There was a tendency to blush when she laughed; a

disposition to tease her 〃big brother;〃 to tyrannize over him in

little things。



〃Now; you tell me some more about 'Robinson Crusoe;'〃 she began;

as soon as they were in the canoe; and Rolf resumed the ancient;

inspiring tale to have it listened to eagerly; but criticized

from the standpoint of a Lake George farm。 〃Where was his wife?〃

〃How could he have a farm without hens?〃  〃Dried grapes must be

nice; but I'd rather have pork than goat;〃 etc。



Rolf; of course; took the part of Robinson Crusoe; and it gave

him a little shock to hear Quonab called his man Friday。



At the west side they were to invite Mrs。 Callan to join their

shopping trip; but in any case they were to borrow a horse and

buckboard。  Neither Mrs。 Callan nor the buckboard was available;

but they were welcome to the horse。 So Annette was made

comfortable on a bundle of blankets; and chattered incessantly

while Rolf walked alongside with the grave interest and

superiority of a much older brother。  So they crossed the

five…mile portage and came to Warren's store。  Nervous and

excited; with sparkling eyes; Annette laid down her marten skin;

received five dollars; and set about the tremendous task of

selecting her first dress of really; truly calico print; and Rolf

realized that the joy he had found in his new rifle was a very

small affair; compared with the epoch…making; soul…filling;

life…absorbing; unspeakable; and cataclysmal bliss that a small

girl can have in her first chance of unfettered action in choice

of a cotton print。



〃Beautiful?〃 How can mere words do justice to masses of yellow

corn; mixed recklessly with green and scarlet poppies on a bright

blue ground。  No; you should have seen Annette's dress; or you

cannot expect to get the adequate thrill。 And when they found

that there was enough cash left over to add a red cotton parasol

to the glorious spoils; every one there beamed in a sort of

friendly joy; and the trader; carried away by the emotions of the

hour; contributed a set of buttons of shining brass。



Warren kept a 〃meal house;〃 which phrase was a ruse that saved

him from a burdensome hospitality。 Determined to do it all in the

best style; Rolf took Annette to the meal…house table。 She was

deeply awed by the grandeur of a tablecloth and white plates; but

every one was kind。



Warren; talking to a stranger opposite; and evidently resuming a

subject they had discussed; said:



〃Yes; I'd like to send the hull lot down to Albany this week; if

I could get another man for the canoe。〃



Rolf was interested at once and said: 〃What wages are you offering?〃



〃Twenty…five dollars
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