CHAPTER VIII
THE FIRST HUNT
The pung came to a stop at the head of a driveway that led up to thelog cabin, which was situated in a little clearing in the dense woodsall about it. Tom and his chums gave one look at the structure whichwas to be their home, or one of them for several weeks, and were aboutto leap out of the sled, when Sam stopped them by a sudden exclamation.
"Hold on a minute, boys!" he said. "I want to take a look there beforeyou step out in the snow."
"What's the matter? Are there traps set under the drifts?" asked Bert.
"No, but it looks to me like someone had been tramping around thatcabin. I never made them footprints," and he pointed to some in thesnow.
The snow on the driveway, leading from the main road through thewoods, up to the hunting cabin itself, was not disturbed or broken bythe marks of any sled runners or horses' hoofs. There were, however,several lines of human footprints leading in both directions.
"Just a moment now, boys," cautioned Sam, who was following a certainline of footprints, at the same time stepping in a former line, that hehad evidently made himself, for his boots just fitted in them.
"What in the world is he doing?" asked George. "Has anything happened?Has a crime been committed? Is he looking for evidence? Why doesn't hego right up to the cabin?"
"Any more questions?" asked Jack, as the other paused for breath. "Itseems like old times, Why, to hear you rattle on in that fashion."
"Aw----" began George, but that was as far as he got. Sam was readynow, to make an announcement.
"I thought so!" exclaimed the guide. "There has been someone else uphere since I left this morning. Someone has been snooping around here,and they hadn't any right to, as this is private property."
"Did he get in?" asked Bert, thinking perhaps all the "grub" might havebeen taken.
"Don't seem to have gone in," replied Sam. "Whoever it was made acomplete circle around the cabin, though, as if he was looking forsomething. You can see the tracks real plain," he went on. "Here iswhere I came up this morning, to see that everything was all right, forI expected you boys this afternoon," he went on. "And here is where Icame back," and he pointed out his second line of footprints. "And hereis where Mr. Stranger started up, went around the cabin, and came outon the main road again," the guide resumed. "No, he didn't get in, buthe looked in the windows all right."
This the boys could see for themselves, for they were now out of thepung, there being no further need of not obliterating the strangefootprints.
Tom and his chums noticed where the intruder had paused beneath severalof the low cabin windows, as though trying to peer inside. And anotherthing Tom noticed; in the broad sole-impression of each boot-mark ofthe stranger's feet was the outline of a star, made in hob nails withwhich the soles were studded.
"I'll know that footprint if I see it again," thought Tom. "But Iwonder who it was that was spying around this cabin?"
Sam, however, did not seem to be unduly alarmed over his discovery.George asked him:
"Who do you s'pose it was that made those marks?"
"Oh, some stray hunter," was the answer. "They often get curious, justlike a deer, and come up to see what's going on. No use getting madabout it, as long as no harm's done, and they didn't try to get in.Of course, in case of a blizzard, I wouldn't find fault if a man tookshelter in one of the cabins, even if he had to break in. A man's got aright to save his life."
"Do you have bad storms up here?" Bert wanted to know.
"I should say we did!" Sam exclaimed, "and from now on you can count ona storm or a blizzard 'most any day. So watch out for yourselves andcarry a compass with you. But here I am chinning away when you want toget in and warm up and tackle the grub. Come on!"
He unlocked the door with a key he carried, and the boys gazed withinterest at the interior of the shack. It suited them to perfection.
The cabin contained three rather large rooms. One was the kitchen anddining-room combined, another was sort of a sitting or living-room,made comfortable with rugs on the floor, and a fireplace in which biglogs could be burned, while in the middle of the room was a tablecovered with books and magazines. The third room, opening from theliving apartment, was where several bunks were arranged, and themomentary glimpse the boys had of them seemed to promise a fine placeto rest at night.
A second glance into the kitchen showed a goodly stock of food.There was a stove, with a fire laid ready for lighting; and a pileof kindling and logs on the hearth was also prepared for ignition.In short, the place was as comfortable as could be desired, and witha blazing fire on the hearth, the knowledge that there was plenty of"grub" in the pantry, and with a blizzard raging outside, there waslittle more that could be desired--at least, the boys thought thatwould be perfect.
"Can you fellows cook?" demanded Sam.
"Well, we can make a stab at it," answered Jack.
"We've done some camping," spoke Tom, modestly enough. "I guess we canget up some sort of a meal."
"All right. Then I'll leave you, for I've got to get back to my farm,"the guide explained. "Of course there isn't much to do in the Winter,but attend to the chores and feed the stock, but they have to be lookedafter. I live about seven miles from here," he explained, as he broughtin the baggage, guns and cameras. "Now the two other camps, that gowith this one, are several miles from here, almost in a straight line.There's a map showing just how to get to 'em," he said, indicating ablueprint drawing on the cabin wall. "Study that and you won't getlost. But if you can't find the other camps when you want to, I'llcome and show you."
"Oh, I guess we can manage," said Tom, who was getting off his coatpreparatory to helping start the fires and cooking.
"I'll stop and see you about once in four days, in case you needanything," Sam went on. "Just pin a note to the door of the cabin youlast leave, saying where you're going, or whether you're coming back,so's I'll know where to look for you. My farm is located about halfway between Camp No. 1, that's this one, and Camp No. 3, which is thefarthest off.
"Well, now if you think you can manage, I'll leave you. It's getting ontoward night, and my folks will be looking for me," and Sam prepared tostart for home.
"We can get along all right," Tom assured him. "And may we beginhunting whenever we want to?"
"Start in now if you like, but I'd advise waiting until to-morrow," theguide said, with a chuckle.
"Yes, we'll wait," agreed Jack.
Though the four chums had never been to a real hunters' camp before,they had often shifted for themselves in the woods, or at some lake,and though they were perhaps not as expert housekeepers as girls, orwomen, they managed to get up a good meal in comparatively short time.
The fire was started in the kitchen stove, and another blaze was soonroaring up the big chimney in the living-room. This would take thechill off the bunk-room, for it was very cold in there, the windowsbeing covered with a coating of ice.
"Baked beans--from a can--bacon and eggs--coffee and canned peaches,with bread and butter. How does that strike you for the first meal?"asked Tom, who had been looking through the cupboard.
"Fine!" cried Jack. "But what about bread? If there's any here, it willbe as stale as a rock."
"Sam had some in the sled. His wife baked it, I guess," said Tom,indicating a bundle on the table. "I found some butter in a jar here."
"Then start the meal!" cried Bert. "I'm hungry."
They all were, and they did ample justice to the viands that were soonset forth. The cabin was filled with the appetizing odor of bacon andcoffee, and wagging tongues were momentarily stilled, for jaws werebusy chewing.
Rough and ready, yet sufficiently effective, was the dish-washing, andthen came a comfortable evening, sitting before the crackling blaze onthe hearth, while they talked over the experiences of the closing day.
They were all rather sleepy, from the cold wind they had faced on thesled ride, and soon were ready to turn in. Just before banking the firefor the night, Tom pa
used, and stood in a listening attitude near oneof the windows.
"What's the matter?" asked Jack.
"I thought I heard something," was the reply.
"He's worried about the man whose footprints Sam saw in the snow," saidGeorge.
"Or the man with the 'chawed' ear," added Bert.
"No, it was the wind, I guess," Tom spoke. "But say, fellows, what doyou think Skeel is doing up here?"
"Is he here?" questioned Jack.
"Well, that 'chawed' ear makes it sound so."
They discussed the matter for some time longer and then sought thecomfortable bunks. Nothing disturbed them during the night, or if therewere unusual noises the boys did not hear them, for they all sleptsoundly.
They awoke to find the sun shining gloriously, and after breakfast Tomgot down his gun, an example followed by the others.
"Now for a hunt!" he cried. "Some rabbit stew, or fried squirrel,wouldn't go half bad."
"Or a bit of venison or a plump partridge," added Jack. "On with thehunt!"
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