Holiday Tales by W. H. H. Murray

Author:W. H. H. Murray
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: North Country Books
Published: 2023-05-30T00:00:00+00:00

IV.

“Now fur the sled!” exclaimed the Trapper, as he rose from the table. “It be a good many years since I’ve straddled one, but nothin’ settles a dinner quicker, or suits the leetle folks better. I conceit the crust be thick enough to bear us up, and, ef it is, we can fetch a course from the upper edge of the clearin’ fifty rods into the lake. Come, childun, git on yer mittens and yer tippets, and h’ist along to the big pine, and ye shall have some fun ye won’t forgit ontil yer heads be whiter than mine.”

It is needless to record that the children hailed with delight the proposition of the Trapper, or that they were at the appointed spot long before the speaker and his companion reached it with the sled.

“Wild Bill,” said the Trapper, as they stood on the crest of the slope down which they were to glide, “the crust be smooth as glass, and the hill be a steep un. I sartinly doubt ef mortal man ever rode faster than this sled’ll be goin’ by the time it gits to where the bank pitches into the lake; and ef ye should git a leetle careless in yer steerin’, Bill, and hit a stump, I conceit that nothin’ but the help of the Lord or the rottenness of the stump would save ye from etarnity.”

Now, Wild Bill was blessed with a sanguine temperament. To him no obstacle seemed serious if bravely faced. Indeed, his natural confidence in himself bordered on recklessness, to which the drinking habits of his life had, perhaps, contributed.

When the Trapper had finished speaking, Bill ran his eye carelessly down the steep hillside, smooth and shiny as polished steel, and said, “Oh, this isn’t anything extry for a hill. I’ve steered a good many steeper ones, and in nights when the moon was at the half, and the sled overloaded at that. It don’t make any difference how fast you go,” he added, “if you only keep in the path, and don’t hit anything.”

“That’s it, that’s it,” replied the Trapper. “But the trouble here be to keep in the path, fur, in the fust place, there isn’t any path, and the stumps be pretty thick, and I doubt ef ye can line a trail from here to the bank by the lake without one or more sudden twists in it, and a twist in the trail, goin’ as fast as we’ll be goin’, has got to be taken jediciously, or somethin’ will happen. I say, Bill, what p’int will ye steer fur?”

Wild Bill, thus addressed, proceeded to give his opinion touching the proper direction of the flight they were to make. Indeed, he had been closely examining the ground while the Trapper was speaking, and therefore gave his opinion promptly and with confidence.

“Ye have chosen the course with jedgment,” said the old man approvingly, after he had studied the line his companion pointed out critically for a moment. “Yis, Bill, ye have

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