Canada, Eastern -- Description and travel -- Fiction; Outdoor life -- Canada, Eastern -- Fiction
“Spare him? Yes! Yes! To be sure I can spare him.”
“We’re not going to take Paul, for we’ll have some hard tramping to
do, and I’m afraid he wouldn’t be able to keep the pace.”
“No, no, don’t take him. Too soft; couldn’t stand it. ’Twould kill him
in a day. Yes, sir, in a day.”
“We’ll take one light shelter tent, a blanket each, a couple of axes,
and besides our rifles only four days’ provisions. We can carry them
easily, and we’ll be back to the place where the boat leaves us on
Thursday afternoon, no later than two o’clock. So a boat may come over
for us then, and will surely find us waiting.”
“All right, sir, all right. But suppose you gets your deer the first
day? What then, sir?”
“Why then we’ll come down to the shore and shoot. If you hear us
shooting, why, send for us.”
“Very good, sir, very good. All very good.”
“I suppose Paul will set up a kick against our leaving him, but it’s
out of the question to take him. Can’t you let Dan and him have a
small boat to go ashore every day and hunt ptarmigans, or fish in the
river? Dan is perfectly reliable, isn’t he?”
“Yes, yes, sir. Dan reliable? True and sure, sir. Good as a man. Good
head, sir. Good head. Only a lad, sir, but good as a man. Be a skipper
himself, sir, some day. Yes, yes; Dan can take the youngster over.”
Paul, who had been standing aft, examining the coast through
binoculars, came forward at this juncture to join Remington and
Captain Bluntt.
“Pretty rough looking country over there,” said he. “What have you
planned to do? Are we going to hunt caribou?”
“Yes, Ainsworth and I have planned to go ashore tomorrow and hike back
into the hills for three or four days, to see if we can’t run on some
caribou. I’m afraid, though, you are not hardened up enough for it
yet. We’ve got to travel fast and there’ll be no sleeping bags.
You’ll stay here and Dan will take you ashore to hunt and fish, and
you can amuse yourself that way until we get back on Thursday.”
“Oh, now, that’s pretty tough! I’m sure I can walk as fast as you
can.”
“And carry a back load of stuff?”
“Of course I never tried that, and I don’t see why I should. There are
men enough to do the work.”
“The more men there are the less ground can be covered, and this is a
hunting trip where we’ve got to do fast work, and every one must do a
man’s work. No, Paul, it’s too hard for you. You and Dan can have a
good time here till we come back.”
“There won’t be anything to do here but hang around the old ship. I
think you might let me go with you fellows.”
“As I said, you won’t have to hang around the ship. You and Dan go
ashore. Take one of the tents if you’d like, and camp over there. Dan
knows how to handle things. He’ll give you a good time.”
“Well, I suppose if you don’t want me I can’t go, but I think it’s a
pretty rough deal just the same,” and he went off sulking.
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