The Young Voyageurs | Page 6

snow-wreath-- anywhere--with but
a blanket or a buffalo-robe for their bed; who had taught them to live
on the simplest food, and had imparted to one of them a knowledge of
science, of botany in particular, that enabled them, in case of need, to
draw sustenance from plants and trees, from roots and fruits, to find
resources where ignorant men would starve; had taught them to kindle
a fire without flint, steel, or detonating powder; to discover their
direction without a compass, from the rocks and the trees and the signs
of the heavens; and in addition to all, had taught them, as far as was
then known, the geography of that vast wilderness that stretches from
the Mississippi to the shores of the Pacific Ocean, and northward to the
icy borders of the Arctic Sea"--he who had taught them all this, their
father, was no more; and his three sons, the "boy men," of whom he
was so proud, and of whose accomplishments he was wont to boast,
were now orphans upon the wide world.
But little more than a year after their return from their grand
expedition to the Texan prairies, the "old Colonel" had died. It was one
of the worst years of that scourge of the South--the yellow fever-- and
to this dread pestilence he had fallen a victim.
Hugot, the ex-chasseur and attached domestic, who was accustomed to
follow his master like a shadow, had also followed him into the next
world. It was not grief that killed Hugot, though he bore the loss of his
kind master sadly enough. But it was not grief that killed Hugot. He
was laid low by the same disease of which his master had died--the
yellow fever. A week had scarcely passed after the death of the latter,
before Hugot caught the disease, and in a few days he was carried to
the tomb and laid by the side of his "old Colonel."
The Boy Hunters--Basil, Lucien, Francois--became orphans. They
knew of but one relation in the whole world, with whom their father
had kept up any correspondence. This relation was an uncle, and,
strange as it may seem, a Scotchman--a Highlander, who had strayed
to Corsica in early life, and had there married the Colonel's sister.
That uncle had afterwards emigrated to Canada, and had become

extensively engaged in the fur trade. He was now a superintendent or
"factor" of the Hudson's Bay Company, stationed at one of their most
remote posts near the shores of the Arctic Sea! There is a romance in
the history of some men wilder than any fiction that could be imagined.
I have not yet answered the question as to where our Boy Hunters were
journeying in their birch-bark canoe. By this time you will have divined
the answer. Certainly, you will say, they were on their way to join their
uncle in his remote home. For no other object could they be travelling
through the wild regions of the Red River. That supposition is correct.
To visit this Scotch uncle (they had not seen him for years) was the
object of their long, toilsome, and perilous journey. After their father's
death he had sent for them. He had heard of their exploits upon the
prairies; and, being himself of an adventurous disposition, he was filled
with admiration for his young kinsmen, and desired very much to have
them come and live with him. Being now their guardian, he might
command as much, but it needed not any exercise of authority on his
part to induce all three of them to obey his summons. They had
travelled through the mighty forests of the Mississippi, and upon the
summer prairies of the South. These great features of the earth's
surface were to them familiar things, and they were no longer curious
about them. But there remained a vast country which they longed
eagerly to explore. They longed to look upon its shining lakes and
crystal rivers; upon its snow-clad hills and ice-bound streams; upon its
huge mammalia--its moose and its musk-oxen, its wapiti and its
monster bears. This was the very country to which they were now
invited by their kinsman, and cheerfully did they accept his invitation.
Already had they made one-half the journey, though by far the easier
half. They had travelled up the Mississippi, by steamboat as far as the
mouth of the Saint Peter's. There they had commenced their canoe
voyage--in other words became "voyageurs"--for such is the name
given to those who travel by canoes through these wild territories.
Their favourite horses and the mule "Jeannette" had been left behind.
This was a necessity, as these creatures, however useful upon the dry
prairies of the South, where there are few or no lakes, and where rivers
only occur