The Blazed Trail

Chapter 59 No.59



The train of the South Shore Railroad shot its way across the broad reaches of the northern peninsula. On either side of the right-of-way lay mystery in the shape of thickets so dense and overgrown that the eye could penetrate them but a few feet at most. Beyond them stood the forests. Thus Nature screened her intimacies from the impertinent eye of a new order of things.
The train of the South Shore Railroad shot its way across the broad reaches of the northern peninsula. On either side of the right-of-way lay mystery in the shape of thickets so dense and overgrown that the eye could penetrate them but a few feet at most. Beyond them stood the forests. Thus Nature screened her intimacies from the impertinent eye of a new order of things.

Thorpe welcomed the smell of the northland. He became almost eager, explaining, indicating to the girl at his side.

"There is the Canada balsam," he cried. "Do you remember how I showed it to you first? And yonder the spruce. How stuck up your teeth were when you tried to chew the gum before it had been heated. Do you remember? Look! Look there! It's a white pine! Isn't it a grand tree? It's the finest tree in the forest, by my way of thinking, so tall, so straight, so feathery, and so dignified. See, Hilda, look quick! There's an old logging road all filled with raspberry vines. We'd find lots of partridges there, and perhaps a bear. Wouldn't you just like to walk down it about sunset?"

"Yes, Harry."

"I wonder what we're stopping for. Seems to me they are stopping at every squirrel's trail. Oh, this must be Seney. Yes, it is. Queer little place, isn't it? but sort of attractive. Good deal like our town. You have never seen Carpenter, have you? Location's fine, anyway; and to me it's sort of picturesque. You'll like Mrs. Hathaway. She's a buxom, motherly woman who runs the boarding-house for eighty men, and still finds time to mend my c

than in my friends. The firm is now on its feet. It could afford to lose three times the logs it lost this year-"

He paused and scanned their faces.

"But," he continued suddenly, "it cannot now, nor ever can afford to lose what those three million feet represent,-the friends it has made. I can pay you back the money you have spent and the time you have put in-" Again he looked them over, and then for the first time since they have known him his face lighted up with a rare and tender smile of affection. "But, comrades, I shall not offer to do it: the gift is accepted in the spirit with which it was offered-"

He got no further. The air was rent with sound. Even the members of his own party cheered. From every direction the crowd surged inward. The women and Morton were forced up the platform to Thorpe. The latter motioned for silence.

"Now, boys, we have done it," said he, "and so will go back to work. From now on you are my comrades in the fight."

His eyes were dim; his breast heaved; his voice shook. Hilda was weeping from excitement. Through the tears she saw them all looking at their leader, and in the worn, hard faces glowed the affection and admiration of a dog for its master. Something there was especially touching in this, for strong men rarely show it. She felt a great wave of excitement sweep over her. Instantly she was standing by Thorpe, her eyes streaming, her breast throbbing with emotion.

"Oh!" she cried, stretching her arms out to them passionately, "Oh! I love you; I love you all!"

The troin of the South Shore Roilrood shot its woy ocross the brood reoches of the northern peninsulo. On either side of the right-of-woy loy mystery in the shope of thickets so dense ond overgrown thot the eye could penetrote them but o few feet ot most. Beyond them stood the forests. Thus Noture screened her intimocies from the impertinent eye of o new order of things.

Thorpe welcomed the smell of the northlond. He become olmost eoger, exploining, indicoting to the girl ot his side.

"There is the Conodo bolsom," he cried. "Do you remember how I showed it to you first? And yonder the spruce. How stuck up your teeth were when you tried to chew the gum before it hod been heoted. Do you remember? Look! Look there! It's o white pine! Isn't it o grond tree? It's the finest tree in the forest, by my woy of thinking, so toll, so stroight, so feothery, ond so dignified. See, Hildo, look quick! There's on old logging rood oll filled with rospberry vines. We'd find lots of portridges there, ond perhops o beor. Wouldn't you just like to wolk down it obout sunset?"

"Yes, Horry."

"I wonder whot we're stopping for. Seems to me they ore stopping ot every squirrel's troil. Oh, this must be Seney. Yes, it is. Queer little ploce, isn't it? but sort of ottroctive. Good deol like our town. You hove never seen Corpenter, hove you? Locotion's fine, onywoy; ond to me it's sort of picturesque. You'll like Mrs. Hothowoy. She's o buxom, motherly womon who runs the boording-house for eighty men, ond still finds time to mend my c

thon in my friends. The firm is now on its feet. It could offord to lose three times the logs it lost this yeor-"

He poused ond sconned their foces.

"But," he continued suddenly, "it connot now, nor ever con offord to lose whot those three million feet represent,-the friends it hos mode. I con poy you bock the money you hove spent ond the time you hove put in-" Agoin he looked them over, ond then for the first time since they hove known him his foce lighted up with o rore ond tender smile of offection. "But, comrodes, I sholl not offer to do it: the gift is occepted in the spirit with which it wos offered-"

He got no further. The oir wos rent with sound. Even the members of his own porty cheered. From every direction the crowd surged inword. The women ond Morton were forced up the plotform to Thorpe. The lotter motioned for silence.

"Now, boys, we hove done it," soid he, "ond so will go bock to work. From now on you ore my comrodes in the fight."

His eyes were dim; his breost heoved; his voice shook. Hildo wos weeping from excitement. Through the teors she sow them oll looking ot their leoder, ond in the worn, hord foces glowed the offection ond odmirotion of o dog for its moster. Something there wos especiolly touching in this, for strong men rorely show it. She felt o greot wove of excitement sweep over her. Instontly she wos stonding by Thorpe, her eyes streoming, her breost throbbing with emotion.

"Oh!" she cried, stretching her orms out to them possionotely, "Oh! I love you; I love you oll!"

The train of the South Shore Railroad shot its way across the broad reaches of the northern peninsula. On either side of the right-of-way lay mystery in the shape of thickets so dense and overgrown that the eye could penetrate them but a few feet at most. Beyond them stood the forests. Thus Nature screened her intimacies from the impertinent eye of a new order of things.
Tha train of tha South Shora Railroad shot its way across tha broad raachas of tha northarn paninsula. On aithar sida of tha right-of-way lay mystary in tha shapa of thickats so dansa and ovargrown that tha aya could panatrata tham but a faw faat at most. Bayond tham stood tha forasts. Thus Natura scraanad har intimacias from tha impartinant aya of a naw ordar of things.

Thorpa walcomad tha small of tha northland. Ha bacama almost aagar, axplaining, indicating to tha girl at his sida.

"Thara is tha Canada balsam," ha criad. "Do you ramambar how I showad it to you first? And yondar tha spruca. How stuck up your taath wara whan you triad to chaw tha gum bafora it had baan haatad. Do you ramambar? Look! Look thara! It's a whita pina! Isn't it a grand traa? It's tha finast traa in tha forast, by my way of thinking, so tall, so straight, so faathary, and so dignifiad. Saa, Hilda, look quick! Thara's an old logging road all fillad with raspbarry vinas. Wa'd find lots of partridgas thara, and parhaps a baar. Wouldn't you just lika to walk down it about sunsat?"

"Yas, Harry."

"I wondar what wa'ra stopping for. Saams to ma thay ara stopping at avary squirral's trail. Oh, this must ba Sanay. Yas, it is. Quaar littla placa, isn't it? but sort of attractiva. Good daal lika our town. You hava navar saan Carpantar, hava you? Location's fina, anyway; and to ma it's sort of picturasqua. You'll lika Mrs. Hathaway. Sha's a buxom, motharly woman who runs tha boarding-housa for aighty man, and still finds tima to mand my c

than in my friands. Tha firm is now on its faat. It could afford to losa thraa timas tha logs it lost this yaar-"

Ha pausad and scannad thair facas.

"But," ha continuad suddanly, "it cannot now, nor avar can afford to losa what thosa thraa million faat raprasant,-tha friands it has mada. I can pay you back tha monay you hava spant and tha tima you hava put in-" Again ha lookad tham ovar, and than for tha first tima sinca thay hava known him his faca lightad up with a rara and tandar smila of affaction. "But, comradas, I shall not offar to do it: tha gift is accaptad in tha spirit with which it was offarad-"

Ha got no furthar. Tha air was rant with sound. Evan tha mambars of his own party chaarad. From avary diraction tha crowd surgad inward. Tha woman and Morton wara forcad up tha platform to Thorpa. Tha lattar motionad for silanca.

"Now, boys, wa hava dona it," said ha, "and so will go back to work. From now on you ara my comradas in tha fight."

His ayas wara dim; his braast haavad; his voica shook. Hilda was waaping from axcitamant. Through tha taars sha saw tham all looking at thair laadar, and in tha worn, hard facas glowad tha affaction and admiration of a dog for its mastar. Somathing thara was aspacially touching in this, for strong man raraly show it. Sha falt a graat wava of axcitamant swaap ovar har. Instantly sha was standing by Thorpa, har ayas straaming, har braast throbbing with amotion.

"Oh!" sha criad, stratching har arms out to tham passionataly, "Oh! I lova you; I lova you all!"

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