preparations for departure were begun that evening. the bradfords overhauled all their belongings, and decided what they would take and what they would have to leave. there was even less food than they supposed,—barely enough for three days,—but tents, blankets, cooking utensils, tools, guns, ammunition, clothing, and various small articles promised to load them heavily, and it was seen that a part of their goods must be abandoned.
the sleds, of course, were no longer of any use. most of the mackinaw clothing was now too heavy. the ice-creepers and snow-shoes would not be needed, and the former were thrown out at once, but david and roly could not part with their snow-shoes, which they desired to take home and hang upon the walls of their room. the rubber shoe-packs were nearly worn out, and were discarded. david regretfully abandoned the two steel traps, which were heavy, and not so necessary as some other things. the down quilts which had served them so well were too bulky to be taken along, though not of much weight. so they went through the whole list,[183] retaining this, rejecting that, until they were ready to make up their packs.
next morning, nichols, a bostonian who usually cooked for pennock's party, obligingly prepared breakfast for the bradfords, who were busily completing their packing. large, a tall, gaunt san diego man,—whose initials were a. t., so that, as he was fond of pointing out, he was always "at large,"—gave them useful hints about binding the packs. he was a veteran of the civil war, and remembered his travels with knapsack and blanket. reitz and adair, also from san diego, and pennock and johnson, assisted in various ways.
after several failures, the boys acquired the knack of making up and binding a pack. to accomplish this, they first arranged their goods in the least possible space, and rolled them in tent or blankets,—for david had the latter, and roly the tent,—thus forming a flattened cylindrical bundle. a lash-rope from a sled was wound once lengthwise and twice widthwise around the pack, the latter windings being about ten inches apart. the bundle being set on end, a strong canvas pack-strap two inches wide and three feet long was inserted under the lower winding at its junction with the lengthwise rope, and the ends were made fast to the upper winding about ten inches apart, leaving the two lengths of the strap somewhat loose, so that the packer could thrust his arms through these loops. thus the straps passed over his[184] shoulders and under his armpits. to prevent them from slipping from the shoulders, they were bound together by a cord passing across the chest. by means of the long, loose end of the pack-rope, brought over either shoulder and grasped by the hands, the load could be shifted a little from time to time if it became painful.
at seven, all was ready, and the bradfords took leave of their friends and cast a last look at the little cabin.
"i guess you'll see some of us before long," said pennock, as he bade them good-by. "there's no sort of use in our staying here. remember us to the boys, and leave us some of the gold."
uncle will motioned lucky and coffee jack to lead the way, and off they started through the open timber to the main trail, which passed but a few hundred yards from the cabin. the hoofs of horses and cattle, travelling to dawson the previous season, had clearly defined it, and one would have thought it a cow-path in a pasture, had it been in new england instead of the northwest territory. for two miles it was smooth and hard, and the walking was excellent, except that sometimes a tree had fallen across the path.
each of the three men carried a load of seventy-five pounds, though lucky would have thought nothing of one hundred and fifty, being trained to the work from childhood. david had fifty pounds, and roly and coffee jack forty each.
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before they had gone half a mile, the boys realized that the journey they had begun would be a severe test of endurance. the pressure of the straps caused pain in their shoulders, and soon their arms and hands tingled with the prickly sensation which arises when the blood cannot circulate freely. they were obliged to avoid sticks and stones with great care, for a sprain or bruise might easily result from stepping upon them so heavily. even uncle will, who had done a good deal of packing, was quite ready to rest when pain compelled the boys to halt. they secured temporary comfort by seating themselves in front of a fallen tree so that the packs would rest upon it, and the prickly sensation in the arms was relieved by loosening the straps a little. fortunately all had been well rested and strengthened by their stay at pennock's post, and were fortified to endure both pain and fatigue. mr. bradford was as strong now as his rugged brother. david had grown muscular, and gained in weight. roly looked much as usual, but his muscles were certainly harder than they had ever been at home.
following the east shore of the river, they came to the mouth of the creek whose headwaters mr. bradford had explored. it was crossed by a single narrow log twenty feet long, a rude and dangerous bridge for any one who had not a clear head and steady nerves. the water, six or eight feet below, was still and deep and muddy. to[186] fall into it with a heavy pack meant almost certain death, if assistance were not at hand.
lucky and coffee jack, however, crossed unhesitatingly, and uncle will performed the feat without betraying dizziness; but when mr. bradford's turn came, he looked somewhat doubtful, declaring that he had done no tight-rope walking since his boyhood days, and he feared that if his head swam, the rest of him would soon be swimming too. on the whole, he thought it wise to remove his pack and carry it in such manner that he could drop it if he fell. he then advanced over the log slowly and cautiously, for its upper surface, hewn level and smooth, was but four inches wide. the boys carried their packs across in the same manner, for though they were good at balancing and had no fear of dizziness, yet to transport a top-heavy, swaying load was very different from making the passage unencumbered.
beyond the creek the land was swampy, and travelling more difficult. they circled one of the small lakes which they had crossed on their northward march, and came at length to a hill two hundred feet high. this was climbed slowly and with several pauses, for they found themselves out of breath the instant they left the level ground, and the perspiration fairly dripped from their faces. at the top, david threw himself down before a log with his pack resting upon it, but roly thought he could improve on this arrangement by sitting on the trunk itself and letting[187] the pack come against the great upturned roots. unfortunately, in the act of seating himself, he leaned too far backward, and instantly his load overbalanced him. over he went on his back on the other side of the tree, pack down and heels up, to the amusement of his friends and his own discomfiture, for, try as he would, he could not move.
"roly seems to have come to anchor," observed uncle will, with a most provoking twinkle in his eye. he and his brother had seated themselves at a little distance.
"yes," said mr. bradford, smiling as he contemplated roly's fruitless efforts to turn over; "and perhaps it's just as well. we shall know where to find him."
"i should think you would," said poor roly, laughing in spite of himself. "i can't get up till somebody helps me, and i did want to look at the valley."
"oh, no!" put in david, with exasperating composure; "the sky is far prettier. just see those beautiful white summer clouds sailing along."
"let them sail if they want to," said the prostrate youth, impatiently. "i don't care. have you all conspired against me? give me your hand, dave, you're nearest."
"oh, i don't know," answered david, without moving. "do you remember a certain april fool's trick, young man?"
"yes," groaned roly.
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"don't you think you ought to be punished?"
"not any more than i am. my pack will punish me enough for twenty tricks before the day is over."
"true enough, youngster," said david, with swift repentance, as he thought of his own sore shoulders and the growing pain in his back. "here's my hand. you had my forgiveness long ago."
"that's right!" said mr. bradford, who had been on the point of going to roly's assistance when this dialogue began. "don't lay up resentment, my lad."
so roly came up smiling, and they all took a good look at the valley of pennock's post, the whole length and breadth of which lay spread before them. there in the blue distance northward were the father and son, with the narrow pass between. nearer was the granite cliff to the west of the cabin, and even the sandy bluff that fronted the river was distinguishable. but the little house was hidden in the forest.
soon after the march was resumed, a small and beautiful lake was skirted, lying east of the trail. beyond it towered a mountain, upon whose green slope gleamed a white waterfall, while near the hither shore emerged an islet crowned with trees. uncle will looked particularly at the ice, which had melted away from the margin of this lake, but still appeared firm in the centre.
"there's about an even chance," said he, "that we can cross dasar-dee-ash, instead of going clear around it. we[189] must make the short cut if possible, for our food is almost gone. i think the ice will bear us, if we can only get upon it."
with every step, the packs became more painful. shoulders and hips grew sore, backs ached, and feet grew lame. it was now necessary to rest every quarter of a mile. they passed another lake, along whose shores the trail was rough and swampy. wooded ridges rose on either side of them. in some places they found small berries of the previous season, which, being pleasant to the taste and harmless, were eagerly eaten.
the indians at length left the trail and turned through a cleft in the hills in the direction of lake dasar-dee-ash, which lay three miles to the west. only here and there could the white men distinguish faint signs of an old path which lucky and coffee jack followed with wonderful acuteness. on reaching the lake, the bradfords estimated that they had carried their loads at least fourteen miles, and it was with a great sense of relief that they threw their burdens to the ground and proceeded to pitch the tents with what little energy remained.
at this spot an old indian and his family were fishing. they were evidently well known to lucky and his brother, whom they entertained that evening with a supper of salmon and whitefish,—a fortunate circumstance, since the provisions of the bradfords were running so low that they barely had enough for themselves.
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the second day's march was even more severe than the first. it was needful to hasten, for the old indian could spare no fish when the bradfords offered to buy, and even lucky could procure but half a dozen small ones for himself and coffee jack on the journey. rations were therefore reduced, for it was plain that it would be well along in the third day before they could reach uncle will's cache, even should it prove possible to cross upon the ice; while if the crossing should seem too dangerous, it would require a fourth day to go around by the rough, wooded south shore.
at the old indian's camping ground, the outlook was anything but favorable. it was now the twenty-second of may, and so warm that the green buds were swelling in every tree. as far as the eye could see, the ice had retreated from the beach, leaving a strip of open water from fifty to a hundred feet wide. there was nothing to do but follow an old trail along the eastern shore in the hope that somewhere conditions would be more encouraging.
the heavy packs were strapped on once more, and off they tramped across a wide marsh, now jumping as well as they could from hummock to hummock, now wading through water knee-deep. beyond the marsh they had a bad trail, or no trail at all, for the remainder of the day, sometimes forcing their way through thickets, sometimes clambering through a region of fallen timber, where the[191] great trunks were piled in such intricate confusion that a passage seemed utterly hopeless, and again crossing a newly burned woodland where dry dust and ashes lay several inches deep, and rose from beneath their feet in stifling clouds. a river a hundred feet in width was crossed by a convenient jam of logs and trees. late in the afternoon they took to the beach, where the rough cobblestones offered the lesser evil, and after a mile of this painful walking came to a little cove where at last was a sight so welcome that the boys gave a glad shout. a narrow spur of ice was seen, bridging the strip of blue water.
