i found sim gwynn at our landing-place on the verge of the swamp, which was a safe spot for him, as he could retreat, at the approach of a pursuer, where no one could follow him without a boat. on the raft lay a sharp axe, which assured me he had not remained in the swamp all the time during my absence.
"where did you get that axe, sim?" i asked, disturbed by an unpleasant fear that he had been disregarding the rights of property.
"i got it up to barkspear's," replied he, laughing, as though he had done a clever thing.
"then you must carry it back again, sim. i won't have any stealing done!" i added, sharply.
"hookie! you don't think i'd steal—do you, buck bradford?"[122]
"didn't you take that axe from barkspear's?"
"yes, i did; but that's my axe, you see; and that makes all the difference in the world. that axe was gin to me by squire mosely. his best cow got out, and came down into this swamp. she got mired in the mud, and couldn't get out. i dug her out for him, and took her home. squire mosely wanted to do something for me, and asked me what he should give me. i was going to say something to eat; but i felt kinder 'shamed. i was cuttin' wood for the fire, when he come over, with an old blunt axe, the only one barkspear would let me use. so i told him i'd like a good axe, because i couldn't think of anything else i wanted. he gin me the best axe he could find in town. i used it when barkspear wan't round; but i kept it hid away in the barn. i went up and got it after you left."
"all right, sim; i don't want to have anything done that isn't right."
"what you goin' to do with them ropes, buck?" he asked, as i threw the clothes-lines upon the raft.
"we want them to haul the logs out with."
sim was in high spirits, and i concluded that he [123]had filled himself again from the provisions i brought. i was confident that he would be satisfied as long as the rations were supplied. we poled the raft over to the branch of the creek; and, as i had the plan of the structure we were to build in my mind, we lost no time in commencing the work.
"i don't know what you're goin' to do, buck," said sim, as he picked up his axe; "but i can chop as well as the best on 'em. if you'll tell me what to do, i'll go into it like a hund'ed of bricks."
"you won't need your axe yet," i replied, assured there would be no difference of opinion in regard to the manner of constructing the raft, for my companion had few ideas of his own. "we must build the raft on the stream."
i selected two logs from the pile, thirty feet in length, attached one of the lines to each of them, and hauled them out of the pile of lumber, though not till after we had secured the boards, slabs, and other smaller pieces. we placed them side by side over the deep water. i then nailed each end of a couple of slabs to the inner log, at the two extremities of it. we next rolled the outer log away from the [124]other until the two were ten feet apart, and the other end of the slab was nailed to it, thus forming the shape of the raft—thirty feet long, and ten feet wide.
"now, sim, we want another log thirty feet long," i continued, when the work was laid out.
"i see it," replied sim; and, in his eagerness to be useful, i was fearful he would tumble into the river, for he was rather clumsy in his movements.
i cut one of the lines in two, and carefully secured the frame to the trees on shore, using the other line to float the logs down to the structure. there was only one other stick in the heap that was thirty feet in length, and we pushed this under the cross slabs, and nailed it half way between the two. for the rest of the groundwork of the raft we were obliged to use shorter sticks; but we made a solid platform of large logs.
"now, sim, bring on your slabs, ten feet long," said i, as i took my hatchet and nails.
"i'll fetch 'em as fast as you can nail 'em on," replied my willing assistant.
"take this pole as a measure, and cut them off [125]the right length. you can try your axe now," i added, throwing him a stick i had cut the width of the raft.
he kept me well supplied with materials, until i had covered the logs with slabs, nailing them down to each stick. by this time i had used up all my nails, and it was nearly the supper hour. i did not like to leave the work in which i was so much interested, but i had to go for the mail; and i wished to do so on the present occasion, in order to make some purchases in riverport for the enterprise.
"i must go now, sim," i said to my fellow-laborer.
"hookie! you ain't a-goin' to stop work so soon—are you?" demanded he, with an aggrieved look.
"i must."
"but i want to do something more."
"you may cut up those small logs into pieces ten feet in length. they are to be placed crosswise on the raft, to keep us well up out of the water."
"i'll do it; and i'll have 'em all ready when you come down in the morning."[126]
"where are you going to sleep to-night, sim?" i asked.
"i don't know—in somebody's barn," replied he with a grin, which made me feel that his lodging did not disturb him.
"you can sleep in our barn, if you like. no one goes into it very often, except myself."
"thank ye, buck. i always knowed you'd help me, and that was what i wanted to see you for."
"have you anything left for supper?"
"plenty, buck. i couldn't eat all you gave me this forenoon."
"i will bring you a good supply in the morning."
i left him, and hastened back to the house. my tyrants had been so busy in entertaining their distinguished guest that they probably had not thought of me. the squire was in the parlor with mrs. fishley, who was as lovely as a summer day. she had company, and i was safe enough as long as the senator remained. my woes would come as soon as he departed; but i hoped to have the raft ready for a movement by that time.
supper was not on the table, and i went into [127]the store to see if the mail was ready. mr. barkspear was there, engaged in telling captain fishley that his good-for-nothing "help" had run away and left him.
"hev you seen anything of sim gwynn?" said mr. barkspear, turning to me as i entered the store.
that was a hard question, and i decided not to pay any attention to it. i asked ham if the mail was ready to go, and was hastening out to the barn to harness darky, when captain fishley called me back.
"are you deaf, buck?" demanded he, sharply, and with that ugly look he had worn since our troubles began.
"not much," i replied.
"mr. barkspear asked you if you had seen sim gwynn. why don't you answer him?"
"i would rather not answer him," i replied; for, whatever other faults i had, i felt above lying and stealing.
"that means, i s'pose, that you have seen him," added barkspear, in that peculiar whining tone which always indicates a mean, stingy man.[128]
i made no reply, for i had no idea of betraying sim, on the one hand, or of lying, on the other.
"why don't you speak, buck?" growled the captain.
"i have seen him, and he has run away. that's all i have to say about it."
"i didn't think your boy would try to kiver him up. sim hadn't any business to run away, jest when he was gittin' big enough to be some help to me about the farm."
"i would have run away if i had been in his place," i ventured to remark, perhaps foolishly, for i could not bear to see barkspear assuming to be an injured man, when his own meanness had driven poor sim from his home.
"i allus took care on him, and sent him to school every winter, when there warn't much to do; and it's shameful for him to treat me so. he hain't got no gratitude in him."
"did you have any trouble with him?" asked the captain.
"well, we did hev a little yesterday mornin'. he stole some things out of the house, and i licked him for't," replied barkspear, rather sheepishly.[129]
"he ought to be licked if he stole," said captain fishley, glancing sternly at me; "or if he didn't behave himself, and be respectful to his employers."
"what did he steal, mr. barkspear?" i asked, indignantly.
"well, he stole some things out of the buttery."
"yes, sir! that's just what he stole—something to eat! he didn't have breakfast enough to keep his stomach from grumbling, and he stole a piece of boiled pork and some cold potatoes."
"that boy eats more'n enough for four men!" exclaimed barkspear, in disgust.
"no matter if he does; he ought not to be starved. in this house we have enough to eat, and that which is first rate too. when sim told me he didn't get enough to eat, i pitied him, for i'm not used to such things."
captain fishley almost smiled at this "first-rate notice" of the fare at his house; and my judicious commendation saved me any more hard questions from him.
"when boys are growing, they feed pretty strong," added the captain, now entirely non-committal.[130]
"sim was half starved, and i gave him some of the good things from our buttery; and i don't think anybody here will say i stole them. they don't call it stealing when any one takes something to eat, either for himself or to give to some one that's hungry."
captain fishley looked benevolent and magnanimous, but he did not say anything. he took credit to himself for the state of things i explained.
"sim has run away, and if you want to know where he has gone, you must ask some one besides me," i added.
"there! that will do," interposed the captain, sternly. "you may go and harness the horse."
while i was hitching darky to the post, i saw barkspear leave the store, and i do not think he obtained much sympathy from captain fishley. i wish i could have spoken as highly of the christian love and kindness of his house as i had of its hospitality and good fare. we had an extra nice supper that evening, out of respect to the distinguished guest. everything was pleasant at the table, and mrs. fishley seemed to be the loveliest [131]woman in the world. i am afraid there are a great many families that appear better before company than at other times.
when i was getting into the wagon to go to riverport with the mail, squire fishley presented himself, and said he would ride a little way with me, and walk back. he seated himself by my side, and i drove off. i was glad he was only going a short distance, for his presence would have interfered with my operations in procuring supplies for the raft. but i was glad to see him alone, for i wished to ask him whether the whole forty-six dollars he had given me was intended for me. if it was a mistake, i did not desire to take advantage of it, though the loss of the money would defeat my enterprise with the raft.
