smoke bellew-第6部分
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To move three thousand pounds on the shoulders a hundred yards was no slight task； and to do it in half a gale； slushing through the snow in heavy rubber boots； was exhausting。 In addition； there was the taking down of the tent and the packing of small camp equipage。 Then came the loading。 As the boat settled； it had to be shoved farther and farther out； increasing the distance they had to wade。 By two o'clock it had all been accomplished； and Kit； despite his two breakfasts； was weak with the faintness of hunger。 His knees were shaking under him。 Shorty； in similar predicament； foraged through the pots and pans； and drew forth a big pot of cold boiled beans in which were imbedded large chunks of bacon。 There was only one spoon； a long…handled one； and they dipped； turn and turn about； into the pot。 Kit was filled with an immense certitude that in all his life he had never tasted anything so good。
〃Lord； man；〃 he mumbled between chews； 〃I never knew what appetite was till I hit the trail。〃
Sprague and Stine arrived in the midst of this pleasant occupation。
〃What's the delay？〃 Sprague complained。 〃Aren't we ever going to get started？〃
Shorty dipped in turn； and passed the spoon to Kit。 Nor did either speak till the pot was empty and the bottom scraped。
〃Of course we ain't ben doin' nothing；〃 Shorty said； wiping his mouth with the back of his hand。 〃We ain't ben doin' nothing at all。 And of course you ain't had nothing to eat。 It was sure careless of me。〃
〃Yes； yes；〃 Stine said quickly。 〃We ate at one of the tents friends of ours。〃
〃Thought so；〃 Shorty grunted。
〃But now that you're finished； let us get started；〃 Sprague urged。
〃There's the boat；〃 said Shorty。 〃She's sure loaded。 Now； just how might you be goin' about to get started？〃
〃By climbing aboard and shoving off。 Come on。〃
They waded out； and the employers got on board； while Kit and Shorty shoved clear。 When the waves lapped the tops of their boots they clambered in。 The other two men were not prepared with the oars； and the boat swept back and grounded。 Half a dozen times； with a great expenditure of energy； this was repeated。
Shorty sat down disconsolately on the gunwale； took a chew of tobacco； and questioned the universe； while Kit baled the boat and the other two exchanged unkind remarks。
〃If you'll take my orders； I'll get her off；〃 Sprague finally said。
The attempt was well intended； but before he could clamber on board he was wet to the waist。
〃We've got to camp and build a fire；〃 he said； as the boat grounded again。 〃I'm freezing。〃
〃Don't be afraid of a wetting；〃 Stine sneered。 〃Other men have gone off to…day wetter than you。 Now I'm going to take her out。〃
This time it was he who got the wetting； and who announced with chattering teeth the need of a fire。
〃A little splash like that；〃 Sprague chattered spitefully。 〃We'll go on。〃
〃Shorty； dig out my clothes…bag and make a fire；〃 the other commanded。
〃You'll do nothing of the sort；〃 Sprague cried。
Shorty looked from one to the other； expectorated； but did not move。
〃He's working for me； and I guess he obeys my orders；〃 Stine retorted。 〃Shorty； take that bag ashore。〃
Shorty obeyed； and Sprague shivered in the boat。 Kit； having received no orders； remained inactive； glad of the rest。
〃A boat divided against itself won't float；〃 he soliloquized。
〃What's that？〃 Sprague snarled at him。
〃Talking to myselfhabit of mine；〃 he answered。
His employer favoured him with a hard look； and sulked several minutes longer。 Then he surrendered。
〃Get out my bag； Smoke；〃 he ordered； 〃and lend a hand with that fire。 We won't get off till the morning now。〃
II。
Next day the gale still blew。 Lake Linderman was no more than a narrow mountain gorge filled with water。 Sweeping down from the mountains through this funnel； the wind was irregular； blowing great guns at times and at other times dwindling to a strong breeze。
〃If you give me a shot at it； I think I can get her off；〃 Kit said； when all was ready for the start。
〃What do you know about it？〃 Stine snapped at him。
〃Search me；〃 Kit answered； and subsided。
It was the first time he had worked for wages in his life； but he was learning the discipline of it fast。 Obediently and cheerfully he joined in various vain efforts to get clear of the beach。
〃How would you go about it？〃 Sprague finally half…panted； half… whined at him。
〃Sit down and get a good rest till a lull comes in the wind； and then buck in for all we're worth。〃
Simple as the idea was； he had been the first to evolve it； the first time it was applied it worked； and they hoisted a blanket to the mast and sped down the lake。 Stine and Sprague immediately became cheerful。 Shorty； despite his chronic pessimism； was always cheerful； and Kit was too interested to be otherwise。 Sprague struggled with the steering sweep for a quarter of an hour； and then looked appealingly at Kit； who relieved him。
〃My arms are fairly broken with the strain of it；〃 Sprague muttered apologetically。
〃You never ate bear…meat； did you？〃 Kit asked sympathetically。
〃What the devil do you mean？〃
〃Oh； nothing； I was just wondering。〃
But behind his employer's back Kit caught the approving grin of Shorty； who had already caught the whim of his simile。
Kit steered the length of Linderman； displaying an aptitude that caused both young men of money and disinclination for work to name him boat…steerer。 Shorty was no less pleased； and volunteered to continue cooking and leave the boat work to the other。
Between Linderman and Lake Bennet was a portage。 The boat； lightly loaded； was lined down the small but violent connecting stream； and here Kit learned a vast deal more about boats and water。 But when it came to packing the outfit； Stine and Sprague disappeared； and their men spent two days of back…breaking toil in getting the outfit across。 And this was the history of many miserable days of the tripKit and Shorty working to exhaustion； while their masters toiled not and demanded to be waited upon。
But the iron…bound arctic winter continued to close down； and they were held back by numerous and avoidable delays。 At Windy Arm； Stine arbitrarily dispossessed Kit of the steering…sweep and within the hour wrecked the boat on a wave…beaten lee shore。 Two days were lost here in making repairs； and the morning of the fresh start； as they came down to embark； on stern and bow； in large letters； was charcoaled 'The Chechaquo。'
Kit grinned at the appropriateness of the invidious word。
〃Huh！〃 said Shorty； when accused by Stine。 〃I can sure read and spell； an' I know that Chechaquo means tenderfoot； but my education never went high enough to learn me to spell a jaw…breaker like that。〃
Both employers looked daggers at Kit； for the insult rankled； nor did he mention that the night before； Shorty had besought him for the spelling of that particular word。
〃That's 'most as bad as your bear…meat slam at 'em；〃 Shorty confided later。
Kit chuckled。 Along with the continuous discovery of his own powers had come an ever…increasing disapproval of the two masters。 It was not so much irritation； which was always present； as disgust。 He had got his taste of the meat； and liked it； but they were teaching him how not to eat it。 Privily； he thanked God that he was not made as they。 He came to dislike them to a degree that bordered on hatred。 Their malingering bothered him less than their helpless inefficiency。 Somewhere in him； old Isaac Bellew and all the rest of the hardy Bellews were making good。
〃Shorty；〃 he said one day； in the usual delay of getting started； 〃I could almost fetch them a rap over the head with an oar and bury them in the river。〃
〃Same here；〃 Shorty agreed。 〃They're not meat…eaters。 They're fish…eaters； and they sure stink。〃
III。
They came to the rapids； first； the Box Canyon； and； several miles below； the White Horse。 The Box Canyon was adequately named。 It was a box； a trap。 Once in it； the only way out was through。 On either side arose perpendicular walls of rock。 The river narrowed to a fraction of its width； and roared through this gloomy passage in a madness of motion that heaped the water in the centre into a ridge fully eight feet higher than at the rocky sides。 This ridge； in turn； was crested with stiff； upstanding waves that curled over； yet remained each in its unvarying place。 The Canyon was well feared； for it had collected its toll of dead from the passing gold… rushers。
Tying to the bank above； where lay a score of other anxious boats； Kit and his companions went ahead on foot to investigate。 They crept to the brink and gazed down at the swirl of water。 Sprague drew back shuddering。
〃My God！〃 he exclaimed。 〃A swimmer hasn't a chance in that。〃
Shorty touched Kit significantly with his elbow and said in an undertone：
〃Cold feet。 Dollars to doughnuts they don't go through。〃
Kit scarcely heard。 From the beginning of the boat trip he had been learning the stubbornness and inconceivable viciousness of the elements； and this glimpse of what was below him acted as a challenge。
〃We've got to ride that ridge；〃 he said。 〃If we get off of it we'll hit the walls〃
〃And never know what hit us；〃 was Shorty's verdict。 〃Can you swim； Smoke？〃
〃I'd wish I couldn't if anything went wrong in there。〃
〃That's what I say；〃 a stranger； standing alongside and peering down into the Canyon； said mournfully。 〃And I wish I were through it。〃
〃I wouldn't sell my chance to go through；〃 Kit answered。
He spoke honestly； but it was with the idea of heartening the man。 He turned to go back to the boat。
〃Are you going to tackle it？〃 the man asked。
Kit nodded。
〃I wish I could get the courage to；〃 the other confessed。 〃I've been here for hours。 The longer I look； the more afraid I am。 I am not a boatman； and I have only my nephew with me； who is a young boy； and my wife。 If you get through safely； will you run my boat through？〃
Kit looked at Shorty； who delayed to answer。
〃He's got his wife with him；〃 Kit suggested。 Nor had he mistaken his man。
〃Sure；〃 Shorty affirmed。 〃It was just that I was stopping to think about。 I knew there wa
