The Zane Grey Megapack. Zane Grey

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no tracks to discover save Wetzel’s, and these were as hard to find as the airy course of a grosbeak. On soft ground or marshy grass, which Wetzel avoided where he could, he left a faint trail, but on a hard surface, for all the traces he left, he might as well not have gone over the ground at all.

      Joe’s persistence stood him in good stead; he hung on, and the more he failed, the harder he tried. Often he would slip out of the cave after Wetzel had gone, and try to find which way he had taken. In brief, the lad became a fine marksman, a good hunter, and a close, persevering student of the wilderness. He loved the woods, and all they contained. He learned the habits of the wild creatures. Each deer, each squirrel, each grouse that he killed, taught him some lesson.

      He was always up with the lark to watch the sun rise red and grand over the eastern hills, and chase away the white mist from the valleys. Even if he was not hunting, or roaming the woods, if it was necessary for him to lie low in camp awaiting Wetzel’s return, he was always content. Many hours he idled away lying on his back, with the west wind blowing softly over him, his eye on the distant hills, where the cloud shadows swept across with slow, majestic movement, like huge ships at sea.

      If Wetzel and Joe were far distant from the cave, as was often the case, they made camp in the open woods, and it was here that Joe’s contentment was fullest. Twilight shades stealing down over the camp-fire; the cheery glow of red embers; the crackling of dry stocks; the sweet smell of wood smoke, all had for the lad a subtle, potent charm.

      The hunter would broil a venison steak, or a partridge, on the coals. Then they would light their pipes and smoke while twilight deepened. The oppressive stillness of the early evening hour always brought to the younger man a sensation of awe. At first he attributed this to the fact that he was new to this life; however, as the days passed and the emotion remained, nay, grew stronger, he concluded it was imparted by this close communion with nature. Deep solemn, tranquil, the gloaming hour brought him no ordinary fullness of joy and clearness of perception.

      “Do you ever feel this stillness?” he asked Wetzel one evening, as they sat near their flickering fire.

      The hunter puffed his pipe, and, like an Indian, seemed to let the question take deep root.

      “I’ve scalped redskins every hour in the day, ’ceptin’ twilight,” he replied.

      Joe wondered no longer whether the hunter was too hardened to feel this beautiful tranquillity. That hour which wooed Wetzel from his implacable pursuit was indeed a bewitching one.

      There was never a time, when Joe lay alone in camp waiting for Wetzel, that he did not hope the hunter would return with information of Indians. The man never talked about the savages, and if he spoke at all it was to tell of some incident of his day’s travel. One evening he came back with a large black fox that he had killed.

      “What beautiful, glossy fur!” said Joe. “I never saw a black fox before.”

      “I’ve been layin’ fer this fellar some time,” replied Wetzel, as he began his first evening task, that of combing his hair. “Jest back here in a clump of cottonwoods there’s a holler log full of leaves. Happenin’ to see a blacksnake sneakin’ round, I thought mebbe he was up to somethin’, so I investigated, an’ found a nest full of young rabbits. I killed the snake, an’ arter that took an interest in ’em. Every time I passed I’d look in at the bunnies, an’ each time I seen signs that some tarnal varmint had been prowlin’ round. One day I missed a bunny, an’ next day another; so on until only one was left, a peart white and gray little scamp. Somethin’ was stealin’ of ’em, an’ it made me mad. So yistidday an’ today I watched, an’ finally I plugged this black thief. Yes, he’s got a glossy coat; but he’s a bad un fer all his fine looks. These black foxes are bigger, stronger an’ cunniner than red ones. In every litter you’ll find a dark one, the black sheep of the family. Because he grows so much faster, an’ steals all the food from the others, the mother jest takes him by the nape of the neck an’ chucks him out in the world to shift fer hisself. An’ it’s a good thing.”

      The next day Wetzel told Joe they would go across country to seek new game fields. Accordingly the two set out, and tramped industriously until evening. They came upon a country no less beautiful than the one they had left, though the picturesque cliffs and rugged hills had given way to a rolling land, the luxuriance of which was explained by the abundant springs and streams. Forests and fields were thickly interspersed with bubbling springs, narrow and deep streams, and here and there a small lake with a running outlet.

      Wetzel had said little concerning this region, but that little was enough to rouse all Joe’s eagerness, for it was to the effect that they were now in a country much traversed by Indians, especially runners and hunting parties travelling from north to south. The hunter explained that through the center of this tract ran a buffalo road; that the buffalo always picked out the straightest, lowest and dryest path from one range to another, and the Indians followed these first pathfinders.

      Joe and Wetzel made camp on the bank of a stream that night, and as the lad watched the hunter build a hidden camp-fire, he peered furtively around half expecting to see dark forms scurrying through the forest. Wetzel was extremely cautious. He stripped pieces of bark from fallen trees and built a little hut over his firewood. He rubbed some powder on a piece of punk, and then with flint and steel dropped two or three sparks on the inflammable substance. Soon he had a blaze. He arranged the covering so that not a ray of light escaped. When the flames had subsided, and the wood had burned down to a glowing bed of red, he threw aside the bark, and broiled the strips of venison they had brought with them.

      They rested on a bed of boughs which they had cut and arranged alongside a huge log. For hours Joe lay awake, he could not sleep. He listened to the breeze rustling the leaves, and shivered at the thought of the sighing wind he had once heard moan through the forest. Presently he turned over. The slight noise instantly awakened Wetzel who lifted his dark face while he listened intently. He spoke one word: “Sleep,” and lay back again on the leaves. Joe forced himself to be quiet, relaxed all his muscles and soon slumbered.

      On the morrow Wetzel went out to look over the hunting prospects. About noon he returned. Joe was surprised to find some slight change in the hunter. He could not tell what it was.

      “I seen Injun sign,” said Wetzel. “There’s no tellin’ how soon we may run agin the sneaks. We can’t hunt here. Like as not there’s Hurons and Delawares skulkin’ round. I think I’d better take you back to the village.”

      “It’s all on my account you say that,” said Joe.

      “Sure,” Wetzel replied.

      “If you were alone what would you do?”

      “I calkilate I’d hunt fer some red-skinned game.”

      The supreme moment had come. Joe’s heart beat hard. He could not miss this opportunity; he must stay with the hunter. He looked closely at Wetzel.

      “I won’t go back to the village,” he said.

      The hunter stood in his favorite position, leaning on his long rifle, and made no response.

      “I won’t go,” continued Joe, earnestly. “Let me stay with you. If at any time I hamper you, or can not keep the pace, then leave me to shift for myself; but don’t make me go until I weaken. Let me stay.”

      Fire and fearlessness spoke in Joe’s every word, and his gray eyes contracted with their peculiar steely flash. Plain it was that, while he might fail to keep pace with Wetzel, he did not fear this dangerous country, and, if it must be, would face it alone.

      Wetzel

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