He beached the boat, and they walked, single file, up a narrow run-way
made by the deer. Everywhere was that leafy whispering curtain.
Between the rigid spruce and soft maples were fragrant balsams, and
ferns, and an occasional pine with its pale green spikes. They passed
enormous boulders detached from the glaciers that had ground mountains
in their embrace, but today things of mere beauty in their coats of
pink and green and golden moss.
Their footsteps made no sound on the mossy path, and they came suddenly
upon a deer and his doe drinking at a pool. But the antlered head was
flung back instantly, the magnificent buck wheeled on his hind legs,
gave a leap and went crashing through the forest snorting his
protesting fury. The doe scampered after, her white-lined tail
standing up perfectly straight.
They sat down on a log, dried and warmed by the sun in this open space,
and talked for two hours. There was no need for careful avoidance of
dangerous subjects. Clavering had come to these woods nearly every
year since he had made the north his home, and she had forgotten
nothing of her woodland lore. When one is "in the woods," as the great
Adirondacks are familiarly called, one rarely talks of anything but
their manifold offerings. It is easy enough to forget the world. They
both had had their long tramps, their rough campings-out, more or less
exciting adventures. When a loud bell, hung in a frame outside the
camp, summoned them to dinner, they walked out briskly. Once, as the
trail widened, he touched her fingers tentatively. She let her own
curl for a moment, then gave him a provocative glance over her shoulder
and hurried on.
XLVIII
Clavering, when making up his list with Mr. Dinwiddie (by courtesy),
had, with the exception of Todd, who was always the life of any party,
Gora, whom he always liked to have at hand, and Eva Darling, who was a
favorite of "The Ambassador to the Court of the Sophisticates," as Todd
had long since dubbed him, chosen his guests at random, taking whom he
could get, careful merely to ask those who, so far as he knew, were on
speaking terms.
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