第3章 THE GOD OF HIS FATHERS(3)

"Bah!" He kicked the embers apart and rose to his full height, arms lazily outstretched, facing the flushing north with careless soul.

Hay Stockard swore, harshly, in the rugged monosyllables of his mother tongue.His wife lifted her gaze from the pots and pans, and followed his in a keen scrutiny of the river.She was a woman of the Teslin Country, wise in the ways of her husband's vernacular when it grew intensive.From the slipping of a snow-shoe thong to the forefront of sudden death, she could gauge occasion by the pitch and volume of his blasphemy.So she knew the present occasion merited attention.A long canoe, with paddles flashing back the rays of the westering sun, was crossing the current from above and urging in for the eddy.Hay Stockard watched it intently.Three men rose and dipped, rose and dipped, in rhythmical precision; but a red bandanna, wrapped about the head of one, caught and held his eye.

"Bill!" he called."Oh, Bill!"

A shambling, loose-jointed giant rolled out of one of the tents, yawning and rubbing the sleep from his eyes.Then he sighted the strange canoe and was wide awake on the instant.

"By the jumping Methuselah! That damned sky-pilot!"Hay Stockard nodded his head bitterly, half-reached for his rifle, then shrugged his shoulders.

"Pot-shot him," Bill suggested, "and settle the thing out of hand.

He'll spoil us sure if we don't." But the other declined this drastic measure and turned away, at the same time bidding the woman return to her work, and calling Bill back from the bank.

The two Indians in the canoe moored it on the edge of the eddy, while its white occupant, conspicuous by his gorgeous head-gear, came up the bank.

"Like Paul of Tarsus, I give you greeting.Peace be unto you and grace before the Lord."His advances were met sullenly, and without speech.

"To you, Hay Stockard, blasphemer and Philistine, greeting.In your heart is the lust of Mammon, in your mind cunning devils, in your tent this woman whom you live with in adultery; yet of these divers sins, even here in the wilderness, I, Sturges Owen, apostle to the Lord, bid you to repent and cast from you your iniquities.""Save your cant! Save your cant!" Hay Stockard broke in testily.

"You'll need all you've got, and more, for Red Baptiste over yonder."He waved his hand toward the Indian camp, where the half-breed was looking steadily across, striving to make out the newcomers.

Sturges Owen, disseminator of light and apostle to the Lord, stepped to the edge of the steep and commanded his men to bring up the camp outfit.Stockard followed him.

"Look here," he demanded, plucking the missionary by the shoulder and twirling him about."Do you value your hide?""My life is in the Lord's keeping, and I do but work in His vineyard," he replied solemnly.

"Oh, stow that! Are you looking for a job of martyrship?""If He so wills.""Well, you'll find it right here, but I'm going to give you some advice first.Take it or leave it.If you stop here, you'll be cut off in the midst of your labors.And not you alone, but your men, Bill, my wife--""Who is a daughter of Belial and hearkeneth not to the true Gospel.""And myself.Not only do you bring trouble upon yourself, but upon us.I was frozen in with you last winter, as you will well recollect, and I know you for a good man and a fool.If you think it your duty to strive with the heathen, well and good; but, do exercise some wit in the way you go about it.This man, Red Baptiste, is no Indian.He comes of our common stock, is as bull-necked as I ever dared be, and as wild a fanatic the one way as you are the other.When you two come together, hell'll be to pay, and I don't care to be mixed up in it.Understand? So take my advice and go away.If you go down-stream, you'll fall in with the Russians.There's bound to be Greek priests among them, and they'll see you safe through to Bering Sea,--that's where the Yukon empties,--and from there it won't be hard to get back to civilization.Take my word for it and get out of here as fast as God'll let you.""He who carries the Lord in his heart and the Gospel in his hand hath no fear of the machinations of man or devil," the missionary answered stoutly."I will see this man and wrestle with him.One backslider returned to the fold is a greater victory than a thousand heathen.He who is strong for evil can be as mighty for good, witness Saul when he journeyed up to Damascus to bring Christian captives to Jerusalem.And the voice of the Saviour came to him, crying, 'Saul, Saul, why persecutest thou me?' And therewith Paul arrayed himself on the side of the Lord, and thereafter was most mighty in the saving of souls.And even as thou, Paul of Tarsus, even so do I work in the vineyard of the Lord, bearing trials and tribulations, scoffs and sneers, stripes and punishments, for His dear sake.""Bring up the little bag with the tea and a kettle of water," he called the next instant to his boatmen; "not forgetting the haunch of cariboo and the mixing-pan."When his men, converts by his own hand, had gained the bank, the trio fell to their knees, hands and backs burdened with camp equipage, and offered up thanks for their passage through the wilderness and their safe arrival.Hay Stockard looked upon the function with sneering disapproval, the romance and solemnity of it lost to his matter-of-fact soul.Baptiste the Red, still gazing across, recognized the familiar postures, and remembered the girl who had shared his star-roofed couch in the hills and forests, and the woman-child who lay somewhere by bleak Hudson's Bay.

"Confound it, Baptiste, couldn't think of it.Not for a moment.

Grant that this man is a fool and of small use in the nature of things, but still, you know, I can't give him up."Hay Stockard paused, striving to put into speech the rude ethics of his heart.