The Country Beyond | Page 4

longer satisfied with the thought of gnawing sticks or stones
or mauling a rabbit skin. At the crest of the slope he stopped, and yelped down, almost
determined to go back to that black patch of forest and chase out everything that was in it.
Then he turned toward Cragg's Ridge, and what he saw seemed slowly to shrink up the
pugnaciousness that was in him, and his stiffened tail drooped until the knotty end of it
touched the ground.
Three or four hundred yards away, out of the heart of that cup- like paradise which ran
back through a break in the ridge, rose a spiral of white smoke, and with the sight of that
smoke Peter heard also the chopping of axe. It made him shiver, and yet he made his way
toward it. He was not old enough--nor was it in the gentle blood of his Mackenzie
mother--to know the meaning of hate; but something was growing swiftly in Peter's
shrewd little head, and he sensed impending danger whenever he heard the sound of the
axe. For always there was associated with that sound the cat-like, thin-faced man with the
red bristle on his upper lip, and the one eye that never opened but was always closed.
And Peter had come to fear this one eyed man more than he feared any of the ghostly
monsters hidden in the black pit of the forest he had braved that day.
But the owls, and the porcupine, and the fiery-eyed fox that had run away from him, had
put into Peter something which was not in him yesterday, and he did not slink on his
belly when he came to the edge of the cup between the broken ridge, but stood up boldly

on his crooked legs and looked ahead of him. At the far edge of the cup, under the
western shoulder of the ridge, was a thick scattering of tall cedars and green poplars and
white birch, and in the shelter of these was a cabin built of logs. A lovelier spot could not
have been chosen for the home of man. The hollow, from where Peter stood, was a
velvety carpet of green, thickly strewn with flowers and ferns, sweet with the scent of
violets and wild honey-suckle, and filled with the song of birds. Through the middle of it
purled a tiny creek which disappeared between the ragged shoulders of rock, and close to
this creek stood the cabin, its log walls smothered under a luxuriant growth of wood-vine.
But Peter's quizzical little eyes were not measuring the beauty of the place, nor were his
ears listening to the singing of birds, or the chattering of a red-squirrel on a stub a few
yards away. He was looking beyond the cabin, to a chalk-white mass of rock that rose
like a giant mushroom in the edge of the trees--and he was listening to the ringing of the
axe, and straining his ears to catch the sound of a voice.
It was the voice he wanted most of all, and when this did not come he choked back a
whimper in his throat, and went down to the creek, and waded through it, and came up
cautiously behind the cabin, his eyes and ears alert and his loosely jointed legs ready for
flight at a sign of danger. He wanted to set up his sharp yipping signal for the girl, but the
menace of the axe choked back his desire. At the very end of the cabin, where the
wood-vine grew thick and dense, Peter had burrowed himself a hiding-place, and into this
he skulked with the quickness of a rat getting away from its enemies. From this
protecting screen he cautiously poked forth his whiskered face, to make what inventory
he could of his chances for supper and a safe home-coming.
And as he looked forth his heart gave a sudden jump.
It was the girl, and not the man who was using the axe today. At the big wood-pile half a
stone's throw away he saw the shimmer of her brown curls in the sun, and a glimpse of
her white face as it was turned for an instant toward the cabin. In his gladness he would
have leaped out, but the curse of a voice he had learned to dread held him back.
A man had come out of the cabin, and close behind the man, a woman. The man was a
long, lean, cadaverous-faced creature, and Peter knew that the devil was in him as he
stood there at the cabin door. His breath, if one had stood close enough to smell it, was
heavy with whiskey. Tobacco juice stained the corners of his mouth, and his one eye
gleamed with an animal-like