The Gun-Brand eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 314 pages of information about The Gun-Brand.

The Gun-Brand eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 314 pages of information about The Gun-Brand.

Into the stillness crept a sound—­the far-off roar of a rapid.  Sullen, and dull, it scarce broke the monotony of the silence—­low, yet ever increasing in volume.

“Another portage?” wearily asked the girl.

Vermilion shook his head. “Non, eet ees de Chute.  Ten miles of de wild, fast wataire, but safe—­eef you know de way.  Me—­Vermilion—­I’m tak’ de scow t’rough a hondre tam—­bien!”

“But, you can’t make it in the dark!”

Vermilion laughed.  “We mak’ de camp to-night.  To-mor’, we run de Chute.”  He reached for the light pole with which he indicated the channel to the steersman, and beat sharply upon the running-board that formed the gunwale of the scow.  Sleepily the five sprawling forms stirred, and awoke to consciousness.  Vermilion spoke a guttural jargon of words and the men fumbled the rude sweeps against the tholes.  The other three scows drifted lazily in the rear and, standing upon the running-board, Vermilion roared his orders.  Figures in the scows stirred, and sweeps thudded against thole-pins.  The roar of the Chute was loud, now—­hoarse, and portentous of evil.

The high banks on either side of the river drew closer together, the speed of the drifting scows increased, and upon the dark surface of the water tiny whirlpools appeared.  Vermilion raised the pole above his head and pointed toward a narrow strip of beach that showed dimly at the foot of the high bank, at a point only a few hundred yards above the dark gap where the river plunged between the upstanding rocks of the Chute.

Looking backward, Chloe watched the three scows with their swarthy crews straining at the great sweeps.  Here was action—­life!  Primitive man battling against the unbending forces of an iron wilderness.  The red blood leaped through the girl’s veins as she realized that this life was to be her life—­this wilderness to be her wilderness.  Hers to bring under the book, and its primitive children, hers—­to govern by a rule of thumb!

Suddenly she noticed that the following scows were much nearer shore than her own, and also, that they were being rapidly out-distanced.  She glanced quickly toward shore.  The scow was opposite the strip of beach toward which the others were slowly but surely drawing.  The scow seemed motionless, as upon the surface of a mill-pond, but the beach, and the high bank beyond, raced past to disappear in the deepening gloom.  The figures in the following scows—­the scows themselves—­blurred into the shore-line.  The beach was gone.  Rocks appeared, jagged, and high—­close upon either hand.

In a sudden panic, Chloe glanced wildly toward Vermilion, who crouched in the bow, pole in hand, and with set face, stared into the gloom ahead.  Swiftly her glance travelled over the crew—­their faces, also, were set, and they stood at the sweeps, motionless, but with their eyes fixed upon the pole of the pilot.  Beyond Vermilion, in the forefront, appeared wave after wave of wildly tossing water.  For just an instant the scow hesitated, trembled through its length, and with the leaping waves battering against its bottom and sides, plunged straight into the maw of the Chute!

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