by Anonymous
CHAPTER VI
A LONELY CABIN
"What's to be done?" asked Fenn.
"Keep on! We may find the place where we were to meet Jim," advisedFrank.
"No," Bart said. "That would be foolish. Jim would never come for us onsuch a night. Besides, we don't know which way to go. We'd better camphere until the storm blows over. We've got everything we need, but it'snot going to be much fun under a tent in this weather."
"Let's get down more in a hollow," suggested Fenn. "We're on a hill hereand get the full force of the wind. If we go on a bit we may find abetter place."
"Good idea!" exclaimed Bart. "Come on, fellows!"
He seized hold of the sled rope and began to pull, the others joininghim. There was no choice of direction, so they turned to get the wind ontheir backs.
With grim perseverance they kept on. The wind seemed fairly to carrythem forward, though it was hard to struggle through the drifts theyencountered every once in a while. As they had no particular path totake, they avoided the big hummocks of snow as much as they could.
"I'll have to stop!" declared Fenn, after a bit of hard pulling. "Mywind's giving out!"
"I wish the wind up above would," murmured Bart as he tried to peerthrough the clouds of flakes to see where they were.
"Let's stay here," suggested Fenn. "If we've got to camp in the stormthis place is as good as any."
"That's what I say," remarked Frank. "This seems to be well sheltered."
There came a momentary let-up to the gale. The snow did not seem to fallso thickly and the boys eagerly looked around them.
"There's something over that way!" cried Ned, pointing to the left. "Itlooked like a barn or house. Let's try for it!"
Then the wind swept down on them again, blotting out, in the swirl offlakes, whatever Ned had seen. But he had an idea of the direction itwas in, and started off toward it.
"Here, come back and help pull the sled!" cried Bart, and the four boys,led by Ned, dragged the heavy load toward the spot where the buildinghad been noticed.
They did not see it again until they were within ten feet of it, andthen made out a lonely cabin in the midst of a clearing in the woods.The snow was half way up to the first floor window sills.
"There's some one inside!" shouted Bart, as he saw smoke curling fromthe chimney. "Knock on the door! I'm half frozen!"
But there was no need to knock. The door was opened and a little girlpeered out.
"Can we come in and get warm?" asked Ned. "We're lost in the storm."
"Who is it?" asked a woman's voice, as she came to the door.
"We were camping out," explained Bart, "and the storm caught us as wewere about to go home. We live in Darewell."
"Come in!" the woman exclaimed. "Our cabin is poor enough but it isbetter than the woods in such a storm. I'm sorry we can't offer youanything to eat, but we have only a little for ourselves and there's notelling when we'll get more."
"And to-morrow's Thanksgiving," murmured Ned in a low voice.
The boys stamped the snow from their feet and entered the cabin. Therewere two rooms downstairs and two up. In the apartment they entered wasa stove in which a wood fire burned. In one corner stood a table with afew dishes on it, and there was a cupboard. Some chairs completed thefurnishings. Close to the fire, clad in a ragged dress, sat a littlegirl. The boys needed but one glance to see that the family was in direstraits.
"My name is Perry," the woman said. "I live here with my two daughters.The town of Kirkville supports us. The poormaster brought some food lastweek but he hasn't been here this week, and we are afraid he can notcome because of the storm. Otherwise I could offer you something toeat," and she turned aside her head to hide her tears.
"Don't cry, mother," exclaimed the child who had been sitting near thefire. "We're not very hungry, and maybe the snow will stop. We had anice Thanksgiving last year--and--and--"
"I'm afraid we'll have a poor one to-morrow," Mrs. Perry replied. "Butboys, come closer to the fire. You must be cold. At least we have plentyof wood. That is free, and my daughters gathered a lot the other day inthe woods."
"Mrs. Perry--ahem, ma'am--that is--er--I mean--Oh, hang it! Ain't any ofyou going to help a fellow out!" exclaimed Ned, clearing his throat withunnecessary violence. "What I mean is we've got a lot of things to eat,on our sled. We'd be glad to have you--Oh, here! Boys come on out andbring in some of the things!" and before the astonished woman knew whatwas happening Ned and his chums were out in the snow fairly tearing thethings off the sled. In they trooped again, bearing turkeys, rabbits, anda lot of the camp food they had not eaten.
"Oh, it's just like Santa Claus!" cried the little girl. "I knew we'dhave Thanksgiving, mommey!"
But Mrs. Perry was crying, with her head down on the table.
Indeed the room did look as if it was ready for some sort of holidayfeast. It was fairly crowded with the things the boys had brought in.
"I don't--don't know what to say," Mrs. Perry exclaimed, as she driedher eyes. "Are you sure you can spare so much?"
"Spare it? Say we've eaten so much lately we'll be sick!" broke in Bart,with a laugh. "Now we'll make a better fire, and if you'll get some ofthese turkeys and rabbits ready you can have a dinner. There's someother things,--canned stuff, you know."
By this time the older girl, whose name, the boys learned, was Jane,was placing some of the things aside. Her mother helped her, while Mary,the younger daughter, seemed, from mere astonishment, unable to stir.She sat gazing at the pile of good things as if they might suddenlyvanish.
The boys brought in more wood and began to help with the meal. In alittle while they had a good one ready, using some of the camp food,while the turkeys and rabbits were put away for the next day.
The boys told something of themselves, and, in turn, Mrs. Perry relatedhow her husband had died a few years before, leaving her with a smallfarm, and three children, a boy and the two girls. The farm, she said,had been taken because they could not pay the interest on the mortgage,and there had been nothing left for them.
The town gave them the use of the little cabin, and they managed to makesomething of a living, for Mrs. Perry did sewing for women in thevillage, which was about three miles away. They had a little gardenpatch, and raised some fruit.
"You said you--you had a son?" asked Ned gently. "Is he--"
"No, he isn't dead," replied Mrs. Perry sadly. "Poor boy, I wish I knewwhere he was. He tried to help us, as much as he could," she went on."But there was no work for him around here, and so he decided to try andget work. He went to the city and wrote me that he was going to sea. Hesaid he had a good position, and would send me some money."
"Did he?" asked Bart.
"I have never heard from him since," the widow replied. "I'm afraid heis dead," and she began to cry again.
"Perhaps not," suggested Ned, as cheerfully as he could. "Maybe he is ona long voyage and can't write. Or perhaps he has written and the lettershave gone astray. I would not worry. He may come back."
"I think Willie is alive," remarked Jane. "He was a very proud boy, andperhaps when he found he could not earn money enough to send home, hedecided to stay away until he could. Maybe he is ashamed to come home."
"Oh, he knows I would forgive him! I would be glad to see him if henever had a penny!" exclaimed Mrs. Perry.
"I'll bet he'll turn up all right," put in Fenn. "He's only waitinguntil he can come back rich."
"It's been about a year now," the widow went on. "Willie was fifteenwhen he left, and he'd be sixteen now. It's his first birthday awayfrom home."
The boys did their best to comfort her, and she seemed to feel a littlebetter after telling her troubles. The girls were certainly more cheerfulafter the meal.
"You boys had better stay all night," Mrs. Perry suggested. "The stormis getting worse. If you don't mind being crowded we can accommodateyou."
"If we can sleep on the floor in the kitchen we'll be glad to," Nedanswered.
"I hav
e Willie's bed, which no one uses, and there is another," thewidow replied. "I have always kept his room ready for him."
"Then we'll stay for the night, thank you," Fenn said.
The storm did appear to be getting worse, or else the howling of thewind about the lonely cabin made it seem so.