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<h2> Chapter XIV. AT THE LUMBER CAMP </h2>
<p>Nan said nothing just then about her queer little visitor. Aunt Kate asked
her when she came out of the east room and crossed the chill desert of the
parlor to the general sitting room:</p>
<p>"Did you have a nice sleep, Nannie?"</p>
<p>"Goodness, Auntie!" laughed Nan. "I got over taking a nap in the daytime a
good while ago, I guess. But you come and see what I have done. I haven't
been idle."</p>
<p>Aunt Kate went and peeped into the east chamber. "Good mercy, child! It
doesn't look like the same room, with all the pretty didos," she said.
"And that's your pretty mamma in the picture on the mantel? My! Your papa
looks peaked, doesn't he? Maybe that sea voyage they are taking will do
'em both good."</p>
<p>Nan had to admit that beside her uncle and cousins her father did look
"peaked." Robust health and brawn seemed to be the two essentials in the
opinion of the people of Pine Camp. Nan was plump and rosy herself and so
escaped criticism.</p>
<p>Her uncle and aunt, and the two big boys as well, were as kind to her as
they knew how to be. Nan could not escape some of the depression of
homesickness during the first day or two of her visit to the woods
settlement; but the family did everything possible to help her occupy her
mind.</p>
<p>The long evenings were rather amusing, although the family knew little
about any game save checkers, "fox and geese," and "hickory, dickory,
dock." Nan played draughts with her uncle and fox and geese and the other
kindergarten game with her big cousins. To see Tom, with his eyes screwed
up tight and the pencil poised in his blunt, frost-cracked fingers over
the slate, while he recited in a base sing-song:</p>
<p>"Hick'ry, dick'ry, dock<br/>
The mouse ran up the clock,<br/>
The clock struck one,<br/>
An' down he come<br/>
Hick'ry, dick'ry, dock,"<br/></p>
<p>was side-splitting. Nan laughed till she cried. Poor, simple Tom did know
just what amused his little cousin so.</p>
<p>Rafe was by no means so slow, or so simple. Nan caught him cheating more
than once at fox and geese. Rafe was a little sly, and he was continually
making fun of his slow brother, and baiting him. Uncle Henry warned him:</p>
<p>"Now, Rafe, you're too big for your Marm or me to shingle your pants; but
Tom's likely to lick you some day for your cutting up and I sha'n't blame
him. Just because he's slow to wrath, don't you get it in your head that
he's afraid, or that he can't settle your hash in five minutes."</p>
<p>Nan was greatly disturbed to hear so many references to fistic encounters
and fighting of all sorts. These men of the woods seemed to be possessed
of wild and unruly passions. What she heard the boys say caused her to
believe that most of the spare time of the men in the lumber camps was
spent in personal encounters.</p>
<p>"No, no, deary. They aren't so bad as they sound," Aunt Kate told her,
comfortably. "Lots of nice men work in the camps all their lives and never
fight. Look at your Uncle Henry."</p>
<p>But Nan remembered the "mess of words" (as he called it) that Uncle Henry
had had with Gedney Raffer on the railroad station platform at the Forks,
and she was afraid that even her aunt did not look with the same horror on
a quarrel that Nan herself did.</p>
<p>The girl from Tillbury had a chance to see just what a lumber camp was
like, and what the crew were like, on the fourth day after her arrival at
her Uncle Henry's house. The weather was then pronounced settled, and word
came for the two young men, Tom and Rafe, to report at Blackton's camp the
next morning, prepared to go to work. Tom drove a team which was then at
the lumber camp, being cared for by the cook and foreman; Rafe was a
chopper, for he had that sleight with an ax which, more than mere muscle,
makes the mighty woodsman.</p>
<p>"Their dad'll drive 'em over to Blackton's early, and you can go, too,"
said Aunt Kate. "That is, if you don't mind getting up right promptly in
the morning?"</p>
<p>"Oh, I don't mind that," Nan declared. "I'm used to getting up early."</p>
<p>But she thought differently when Uncle Henry's heavy hand rapped on the
door of the east chamber so early the next morning that it seemed to Nan
Sherwood that she had only been in bed long enough to close her eyes.</p>
<p>"Goodness, Uncle!" she muttered, when she found out what it meant. "What
time is it?"</p>
<p>"Three o'clock. Time enough for you to dress and eat a snack before we
start," replied her uncle.</p>
<p>"Well!" said Nan to herself. "I thought the house was afire."</p>
<p>Uncle Henry heard her through the door and whispered, shrilly: "Sh! Don't
let your aunt hear you say anything like that, child."</p>
<p>"Like what?" queried Nan, in wonder.</p>
<p>"About fire. Remember!" added Uncle Henry, rather sternly, Nan thought, as
he went back to the kitchen.</p>
<p>Then Nan remembered what the strange little girl, Margaret Llewellen, had
said about the fire at Pale Lick that had burned her uncle's former home.
Nan had not felt like asking her uncle or aunt, or the boys, either, about
it. The latter had probably been too young to remember much about the
tragedy.</p>
<p>Although Nan had seen Margaret on several fleeting occasions since her
first interview with the woods girl, there had been no opportunity of
talking privately with her. And Margaret would only come to the window.
She was afraid to tell "Marm Sherwood" how she had lost the new dress that
had been given to her.</p>
<p>It was now as black outside Nan's window as it could be. She lit her oil
lamp and dressed swiftly, running at last through the cold parlor and
sitting room into the kitchen, where the fire in the range was burning
briskly and the coffee pot was on. Tom and Rafe were there comfortably
getting into thick woolen socks and big lumbermen's boots.</p>
<p>There was a heaping pan of Aunt Kate's doughnuts on the table, flanked
with the thick china coffee cups and deep saucers. Her uncle and the boys
always poured their coffee into the saucers and blew on it to take the
first heat off, then gulped it in great draughts.</p>
<p>Nan followed suit this morning, as far as cooling the coffee in the saucer
went. There was haste. Uncle Henry had been up some time, and now he came
stamping into the house, saying that the ponies were hitched in and were
standing in readiness upon the barn floor, attached to the pung.</p>
<p>"We've twenty-five miles to ride, you see, Nannie," he said. "The boys
have to be at Blackton's so's to get to work at seven."</p>
<p>They filled the thermos bottle that had so puzzled Tom, and then sallied
forth. The ponies were just as eager as they had been the day Nan had come
over from the Forks. She was really half afraid of them.</p>
<p>It was so dark that she could scarcely see the half-cleared road before
them as the ponies dashed away from Pine Camp. The sky was completely
overcast, but Uncle Henry declared it would break at sunrise.</p>
<p>Where the track had been well packed by former sleighs, the ponies' hoofs
rang as though on iron. The bits of snow that were flung off by their
hoofs were like pieces of ice. The bells on the harness jingled a very
pretty tune, Nan thought. She did not mind the biting cold, indeed, only
her face was exposed. Uncle Henry had suggested a veil; but she wanted to
see what she could.</p>
<p>For the first few miles it remained very dark, however. Had it not been
for the snow they could not have seen objects beside the road at all.
There was a lantern in the back of the pung and that flung a stream of
yellow light behind them; but Uncle Henry would not have the radiance of
it shot forward.</p>
<p>"A light just blinds you," he said. "I'd rather trust to the roans'
sense."</p>
<p>The ponies galloped for a long way, it seemed to Nan; then they came to a
hill so steep that they were glad to drop to a walk. Their bodies steamed
in a great cloud as they tugged the sleigh up the slope. Dark woods shut
the road in on either hand. Nan's eyes had got used to the faint light so
that she could see this at least.</p>
<p>Suddenly she heard a mournful, long-drawn howl, seemingly at a great
distance.</p>
<p>"Must be a farm somewhere near," she said to Rafe, who sat beside her on
the back seat.</p>
<p>"Nope. No farms around here, Nan," he returned.</p>
<p>"But I hear a dog howl," she told him.</p>
<p>Rafe listened, too. Then he turned to her with a grin on his sharp face
that she did not see. "Oh, no, you don't," he chuckled. "That's no dog."</p>
<p>Again the howl was repeated, and it sounded much nearer. Nan realized,
too, that it was a more savage sound than she had ever heard emitted by a
dog.</p>
<p>"What is it?" she asked, speaking in a low voice to Rafe.</p>
<p>"Wolves!" responded her cousin maliciously. "But you mustn't mind a little
thing like that. You don't have wolves down round where you live, I
s'pose?"</p>
<p>Nan knew that he was attempting to plague her, so she said: "Not for pets,
at least, Rafe. These sound awfully savage."</p>
<p>"They are," returned her cousin calmly.</p>
<p>The wolf cry came nearer and nearer. The ponies had started on a trot
again at the top of the hill, and her uncle and Tom did not seem to notice
the ugly cry. Nan looked back, and was sure that some great animal
scrambled out of the woods and gave chase to them.</p>
<p>"Isn't there some danger?" she asked Rafe again.</p>
<p>"Not for us," he said. "Of course, if the whole pack gathers and catches
us, then we have to do something."</p>
<p>"What do you do?" demanded Nan quickly.</p>
<p>"Why, the last time we were chased by wolves, we happened to have a ham
and a side of bacon along. So we chucked out first the one, and then the
other, and so pacified the brutes till we got near town."</p>
<p>"Oh!" cried Nan, half believing, half in doubt.</p>
<p>She looked back again. There, into the flickering light of the lantern, a
gaunt, huge creature leaped. Nan could see his head and shoulders now and
then as he plunged on after the sleigh, and a wickeder looking beast, she
hoped never to see.</p>
<p>"Oh!" she gasped again, and grabbed at Rafe's arm.</p>
<p>"Don't you be afraid," drawled that young rascal. "I reckon he hasn't many
of his jolly companions with him. If he had, of course, we'd have to throw
you out to pacify him. That's the rule—youngest and prettiest goes
first——-"</p>
<p>"Like the ham, I s'pose?" sniffed Nan, in some anger, and just then Tom
reached over the back of the front seat and seized his brother by the
shoulder with a grip that made Rafe shriek with pain.</p>
<p>Nan was almost as startled as was Rafe. In the half-darkness Tom's dull
face blazed with anger, and he held his writhing brother as though he were
a child.</p>
<p>"You ornery scamp!" he said, almost under his breath. "You try to scare
that little girl, and I'll break you in two!"</p>
<p>Nan was horrified. She begged Tom to let his brother alone. "I was only
fooling her," snarled Rafe, rubbing his injured shoulder, for Tom had the
grip of a pipe wrench.</p>
<p>Uncle Henry never turned around at all; but he said: "If I had a gun I'd
be tempted to shoot that old wolf hound of Toby Vanderwiller's. He's
always running after sleds and yelling his head off."</p>
<p>Nan was glad the creature following them was not really a wolf; but she
knew she should be just as much afraid of him if she met him alone, as
though he really were a wolf. However, mostly, she was troubled by the
passionate nature of her two cousins. She had never seen Tom show any
anger before; but it was evident that he had plenty of spirit if it were
called up. And she was, secretly, proud that the slow-witted young giant
should have displayed his interest in her welfare so plainly. Rafe sat and
nursed his shoulder in silence for several miles.</p>
<p>The cold was intense. As the sky lightened along the eastern horizon it
seemed to Nan as though the frost increased each moment. The bricks at
their feet were getting cool; and they had already had recourse to the
thermos bottle, which was now empty of the gratefully hot drink it had
contained.</p>
<p>As the light gradually increased Nan saw Rafe watching her with sudden
attention. After his recent trick she was a little afraid of Rafe. Still
it did not seem possible that the reckless fellow would attempt any second
piece of fooling so soon after his brother's threat.</p>
<p>But suddenly Rafe yelled to his father to pull down the roans, and as the
ponies stopped, he reached from the sled into a drift and secured a big
handful of snow. Seizing Nan quickly around the shoulders he began to rub
her cheek vigorously with the snow. Nan gasped and almost lost her breath;
but she realized immediately what Rafe was about.</p>
<p>The frost had nipped her cheek, and her cousin had seen the white spot
appear. "The rubbing stung awfully, and the girl could not keep back the
tears; but she managed to repress the sobs.</p>
<p>"There!" exclaimed Rafe. "You are a plucky girl. I'm sorry I got some of
that snow down your neck, Nan. Couldn't help it. But it's the only thing
to do when the thermometer is thirty-two degrees below zero. Why! A fellow
went outside with his ears uncovered at Droomacher's camp one day last
winter and after awhile he began to rub his ears and one of 'em dropped
off just like a cake of ice."</p>
<p>"Stop your lying, boy!" commanded his father. "It isn't as bad as that,
Nan. But you want to watch out for frost bite here in the woods, just the
same as we had to watch out for the automobiles in crossing those main
streets in Chicago."</p>
<p>With a red sun rising over the low ridge of wooded ground to the east, the
camp in the hollow was revealed, the smoke rising in a pillar of blue from
the sheet-iron chimney of the cookhouse; smoke rising, too, from a dozen
big horses being curried before the stables.</p>
<p>Most of the men had arrived the night before. They were tumbling out of
the long, low bunkhouse now and making good use of the bright tin
washbasins on the long bench on the covered porch. Ice had been broken to
get the water that was poured into the basins, but the men laved their
faces and their hairy arms and chests in it as though it were summer
weather.</p>
<p>They quickly ran in for their outer shirts and coats, however, and then
trooped in to the end of the cook shed where the meals were served. Tom
turned away to look over his horses and see that they were all ready for
the day's work. Rafe put up the roan ponies in a couple of empty stalls
and gave them a feed of oats.</p>
<p>Uncle Henry took Nan by the hand, and, really she felt as though she
needed some support, she was so stiff from the cold, and led her into the
warm room where the men were gathering for the hearty meal the cook and
his helper had prepared.</p>
<p>The men were boisterous in their greeting of Uncle Henry, until they saw
Nan. Than, some bashfully, some because of natural refinement, lowered
their voices and were more careful how they spoke before the girl.</p>
<p>But she heard something that troubled her greatly. An old, grizzled man in
a corner of the fireplace where the brisk flames leaped high among the
logs, and who seemed to have already eaten his breakfast and was busily
stoning an axe blade, looked up as Nan and her uncle approached, saying:</p>
<p>"Seen Ged Raffer lately, Hen?"</p>
<p>"I saw him at the Forks the other day, Toby," Mr. Sherwood replied.</p>
<p>"Yaas. I heard about that," said the old man drawlingly. "But since then?"</p>
<p>"No."</p>
<p>"Wal, he was tellin' me that he'd got you on the hip this time, Hen. If
you as much as put your hoof over on that track he's fighting you about,
he'll plop you in jail, that's what he'll do! He's got a warrant all made
out by Jedge Perkins. I seen it."</p>
<p>Uncle Henry walked closer to the old man and looked down at him from his
great height. "Tobe," he said, "you know the rights of that business well
enough. You know whether I'm right in the contention, or whether Ged's
right. You know where the old line runs. Why don't you tell?"</p>
<p>"Oh, mercy me!" croaked the old man, and in much haste. "I ain't goin' to
git into no land squabble, no, sir! You kin count me out right now!" And
he picked up his axe, restored the whetstone to its sheath on the wall,
and at once went out of the shack.</p>
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