Robert Michael Ballantyne - The Young Fur Traders стр 9.

It wont do, said Mr Grant, in an earnest voice, to his friend, as they walked towards the horsesit wont do to check him too abruptly, my dear sir.

It was evident that they were recurring to the subject of conversation of the previous day, and it was also evident that the fathers wrath was in that very uncertain state when a word or a look can throw it into violent agitation.

Just permit me, continued Mr Grant, to get him sent to the Saskatchewan or Athabasca for a couple of years. By that time hell have had enough of a rough life, and be only too glad to get a berth at headquarters. If you thwart him now, I feel convinced that hell break through all restraint.

Humph! ejaculated Mr Kennedy, with a frown.Come here, Charley, he said, as the boy approached with a disappointed look to tell of his failure in getting a horse; Ive been talking with Mr Grant again about this business, and he says he can easily get you into the counting-room here for a year, so youll make arrangements

The old gentleman paused. He was going to have followed his wonted course by commanding instantaneous obedience; but as his eye fell upon the honest, open, though disappointed face of his son, a gush of tenderness filled his heart. Laying his hand upon Charleys head, he said, in a kind but abrupt tone, There now, Charley, my boy, make up your mind to give in with a good grace. Itll only be hard work for a year or two, and then plain sailing after that, Charley!

Charleys clear blue eyes filled with tears as the accents of kindness fell upon his ear.

It is strange that men should frequently be so blind to the potent influence of kindness. Independently of the Divine authority, which assures us that a soft answer turneth away wrath, and that love is the fulfilling of the law, who has not, in the course of his experience, felt the overwhelming power of a truly affectionate word; not a word which possesses merely an affectionate signification, but a word spoken with a gush of tenderness, where love rolls in the tone, and beams in the eye, and revels in every wrinkle of the face? And how much more powerfully does such a word or look or tone strike home to the heart if uttered by one whose lips are not much accustomed to the formation of honeyed words or sweet sentences! Had Mr Kennedy, senior, known more of this power, and put it more frequently to the proof, we venture to affirm that Mr Kennedy, junior, would have allowed his flint to be fixed (as his father pithily expressed it) long ago.

Ere Charley could reply to the question, Mr Grants voice, pitched in an elevated key, interrupted them.

Eh! what? said that gentleman to Tom Whyte. No horse for Charley! Hows that?

No, sir, said Tom.

Wheres the brown pony? said Mr Grant, abruptly.

Cut is fetlock, sir, said Tom slowly.

And the new horse?

Taint alf broke yet, sir.

Ah! thats bad.It wouldnt do to take an unbroken charger, Charley; for although you are a pretty good rider, you couldnt manage him, I fear. Let me see.

Please, sir, said the groom, touching his hat, Ive borrowed the millers pony for im, and es sure to be ere in alf a hour at farthest.

Oh, thatll do, said Mr Grant; you can soon overtake us. We shall ride slowly out, straight into the prairie, and Harry will remain behind to keep you company.

So saying, Mr Grant mounted his horse and rode out at the back gate, followed by the whole cavalcade.

Now this is too bad! said Charley, looking with a very perplexed air at his companion. Whats to be done?

Harry evidently did not know what was to be done, and made no difficulty of saying so in a very sympathising tone. Moreover, he begged Charley very earnestly to take his pony, but this the other would not hear of; so they came to the conclusion that there was nothing for it but to wait as patiently as possible for the arrival of the expected horse. In the meantime Harry proposed a saunter in the field adjoining the fort. Charley assented, and the two friends walked away, leading the gray pony along with them.

To the right of Fort Garry was a small enclosure, at the extreme end of which commences a growth of willows and underwood, which gradually increases in size till it becomes a pretty thick belt of woodland, skirting up the river for many miles. Here stood the stable belonging to the establishment; and as the boys passed it, Charley suddenly conceived a strong desire to see the renowned noo oss, which Tom had said was only alf broke; so he turned the key, opened the door, and went in.

There was nothing very peculiar about this horse, excepting that his legs seemed rather long for his body, and upon a closer examination, there was a noticeable breadth of nostril and a latent fire in his eye, indicating a good deal of spirit, which, like Charleys own, required taming.

Oh, said Charley, what a splendid fellow! I say, Harry, Ill go out with him.

Youd better not.

Why not?

Why? just because if you do Mr Grant will be down upon you, and your father wont be very well pleased.

Nonsense, cried Charley. Father didnt say I wasnt to take him. I dont think hed care much. Hes not afraid of my breaking my neck. And then, Mr Grant seemed to be only afraid of my being run off withnot of his horse being hurt. Here goes for it! In another moment Charley had him saddled and bridled, and led him out into the yard.

Why, I declare hes quite quiet; just like a lamb, said Harry, in surprise.

So he is, replied Charley. Hes a capital charger; and even if he does bolt, he cant run five hundred miles at a stretch. If I turn his head to the prairies, the Rocky Mountains are the first things that will bring him up. So let him run if he likes, I dont care a fig. And springing lightly into the saddle, he cantered out of the yard, followed by his friend.

The young horse was a well-formed, showy animal, with a good deal of boneperhaps too much for elegance. He was of a beautiful dark brown, and carried a high head and tail, with a high-stepping gait, that gave him a noble appearance. As Charley cantered along at a steady pace, he could discover no symptoms of the refractory spirit which had been ascribed to him.

Let us strike out straight for the horizon now, said Harry, after they had galloped half a mile or so along the beaten track. See, here are the tracks of our friends. Turning sharp round as he spoke, he leaped his pony over the heap that lined the road, and galloped away through the soft snow.

At this point the young horse began to show his evil spirit. Instead of following the other, he suddenly halted and began to back.

Hollo, Harry! exclaimed Charley; hold on a bit. Heres this monster begun his tricks.

Hit him a crack with the whip, shouted Harry.

Charley acted upon the advice, which had the effect of making the horse shake his head with a sharp snort, and back more vigorously than ever.

There, my fine fellow, quiet now, said Charley in a soothing tone, patting the horses neck. Its a comfort to know you cant go far in that direction, anyhow! he added, as he glanced over his shoulder, and saw an immense drift behind.

He was right. In a few minutes the horse backed into the snow-drift. Finding his hind-quarters imprisoned by a power that was too much even for his obstinacy to overcome, he gave another snort and a heavy plunge, which almost unseated his young rider.