Earth's Enigmas

EARTH’S ENIGMAS

- A Volume of Stories -

BY

CHARLES G D ROBERTS

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Author’s Note.

Most of the stories in this collection have already appeared in the pages of English, American, or Canadian periodicals. For kind courtesies in regard to the reprinting of these stories my thanks are due to the Editors of Harper’s Magazine, Longman’s Magazine, Scribner’s Magazine, The Cosmopolitan, Lippincott’s Magazine, The Independent, The Toronto Globe, Harper’s Bazaar, and The Youth’s Companion.

C. G. D. R.

Fredericton, N. B.

January, 1896.

Contents

Author’s Note.

Charles G. D. Roberts

Earth’s Enigmas.

Do Seek their Meat from God.

The Perdu.

"The Young Ravens that Call

upon Him."

Within Sound of the Saws.

The Butt of the Camp.

In the Accident Ward.

The Romance of an Ox-Team.

A Tragedy of the Tides.

At the Rough-and-Tumble Landing.

An Experience of Jabez Batterpole.

The Stone Dog.

The Barn on the Marsh.

Captain Joe and Jamie.

Strayed.

The Eye of Gluskâp.

Charles G. D. Roberts

Charles G. D. Roberts was born on 10th January 1860, in Douglas, New Brunswick, Canada. He was the eldest of the six children of Emma Wetmore Bliss and Rev. George Goodridge Roberts (an Anglican Priest).

The family moved to Fredericton in 1873 where the young Roberts attended Fredericton Collegiate School. The headmaster, George Robert Parkin, inspired Roberts to love classical literature and introduced him to the poetry of Dante Gabriel Rossetti and Algernon Charles Swinburne. He went on to study at the University of New Brunswick, earning his B.A. in 1879 and an M.A. in 1881. On the completion of his education, Roberts remained in New Brunswick and took the position of principal at Chatham High School, a role he held between 1879 and 1881. He followed this with a further two years as principal at York Street School, Fredericton, before moving to Toronto to edit Goldwin Smith’s magazine The Week.

Roberts married Mary Fenety in 1880, with whom he had five children. In the same year he also published his first collection of poetry Orion and Other Poems. This work received favourable reviews and established him as a promising Canadian literary figure. During his time as a professor at University of King’s College, Nova Scotia, Roberts published his second book of poetry, In Divers Tones (1886).

In 1895, a request for a leave of absence was turned down and he decided to resign from his university post to become a full-time author. The following year he published his first novel The Forge in the Forest (1896). Roberts’s most successful literary genre was that of the animal story which featured in works such as Earth’s Enigmas (1896) and Eyes of the Wilderness (1933). He also wrote romance novels and several non-fiction works on Canada.

Roberts left his family in 1897 to move to New York to work as an editor for The Illustrated American. He remained in New York for ten years until he decided to cross the Atlantic. He spent the next 18 years living in Paris, London, and Munich.

Roberts returned to Canada in 1925. He settled there and remarried in 1943 at the age of 83, but died soon after. His funeral was held in Toronto, but his ashes were returned to Fredericton, where he was interred in Forest Hill Cemetery.

Earth’s Enigmas.

Do Seek their Meat from God.

One side of the ravine was in darkness. The darkness was soft and rich, suggesting thick foliage. Along the crest of the slope tree-tops came into view—great pines and hemlocks of the ancient unviolated forest—revealed against the orange disk of a full moon just rising. The low rays slanting through the moveless tops lit strangely the upper portion of the opposite steep,—the western wall of the ravine, barren, unlike its fellow, bossed with great rocky projections, and harsh with stunted junipers. Out of the sluggish dark that lay along the ravine as in a trough, rose the brawl of a swollen, obstructed stream.

Out of a shadowy hollow behind a long white rock, on the lower edge of that part of the steep which lay in the moonlight, came softly a great panther. In common daylight his coat would have shown a warm fulvous hue, but in the elvish decolorizing rays of that half hidden moon he seemed to wear a sort of spectral gray. He lifted his smooth round head to gaze on the increasing flame, which presently he greeted with a shrill cry. That terrible cry, at once plaintive and menacing, with an undertone like the fierce protestations of a saw beneath the file, was a summons to his mate, telling her that the hour had come when they should seek their prey. From the lair behind the rock, where the cubs were being suckled by their dam, came no immediate answer. Only a pair of crows, that had their nest in a giant fir-tree across the gulf, woke up and croaked harshly their indignation. These three summers past they had built in the same spot, and had been nightly awakened to vent the same rasping complaints.

The panther walked restlessly up and down, half a score of paces each way, along the edge of the shadow, keeping his wide-open green eyes upon the rising light. His short, muscular tail twitched impatiently, but he made no sound. Soon the breadth of confused brightness had spread itself further down the steep, disclosing the foot of the white rock, and the bones and antlers of a deer which had been dragged thither and devoured.

By this time the cubs had made their meal, and their dam was ready for such enterprise as must be accomplished ere her own hunger, now grown savage, could hope to be assuaged. She glided supplely forth into the glimmer, raised her head, and screamed at the moon in a voice as terrible as her mate’s. Again the crows stirred, croaking harshly; and the two beasts, noiselessly mounting the steep, stole into the shadows of the forest that clothed the high plateau.

The panthers were fierce with hunger. These two days past their hunting had been well-nigh fruitless. What scant prey they had slain had for the most part been devoured by the female; for had she not those small blind cubs at home to nourish, who soon must suffer at any lack of hers? The settlements of late had been making great inroads on the world of ancient forest, driving before them the deer and smaller game. Hence the sharp hunger of the panther parents, and hence it came that on this night they hunted together. They purposed to steal upon the settlements in their sleep, and take tribute of the enemies’ flocks.

Through the dark of the thick woods, here and there pierced by the moonlight, they moved swiftly and silently. Now and again a dry twig would snap beneath the discreet and padded footfalls. Now and again, as they rustled some low tree, a pewee or a nuthatch would give a startled chirp. For an hour the noiseless journeying continued, and ever and anon the two gray, sinuous shapes would come for a moment into the view of the now well-risen moon. Suddenly there fell upon their ears, far off and faint, but clearly defined against the vast stillness of the Northern forest, a sound which made those stealthy hunters pause and lift their heads. It was the voice of a child crying,—crying long and loud, hopelessly, as if there were no one by to comfort it. The panthers turned aside from their former course and glided toward the sound. They were not yet come to the outskirts of the settlement, but they knew of a solitary cabin lying in the thick of the woods a mile and more from the nearest neighbor. Thither they bent their way, fired with fierce hope. Soon would they break their bitter fast.

Up to noon of the previous day the lonely cabin had been occupied. Then its owner, a shiftless fellow, who spent his days for the most part at the corner tavern three miles distant, had suddenly grown disgusted with a land wherein one must work to live, and had betaken himself with his seven-year-old boy to seek some more indolent clime. During the long lonely days when his father was away at the tavern the little boy had been wont to visit the house of the next neighbor, to play with a child of some five summers, who had no other playmate. The next neighbor was a prosperous pioneer, being master of a substantial frame-house in the midst of a large and well-tilled clearing. At times, though rarely, because it was forbidden, the younger child would make his way by a rough wood road to visit his poor little disreputable playmate. At length it had appeared that the five-year-old was learning unsavory language from the elder boy, who rarely had an opportunity of hearing speech more desirable. To the bitter grief of both children, the companionship had at length been stopped by unalterable decree of the master of the frame house.

Hence it had come to pass that the little boy was unaware of his comrade’s departure. Yielding at last to an eager longing for that comrade, he had stolen away late in the afternoon, traversed with endless misgivings the lonely stretch of wood road and reached the cabin only to find it empty. The door, on its leathern hinges, swung idly open. The one room had been stripped of its few poor furnishings. After looking in the rickety shed, whence darted two wild and hawklike chickens, the child had seated himself on the hacked threshold, and sobbed passionately with a grief that he did not fully comprehend. Then seeing the shadows lengthen across the tiny clearing, he had grown afraid to start for home. As the dusk gathered, he had crept trembling into the cabin, whose door would not stay shut. When it grew quite dark, he crouched in the inmost corner of the room, desperate with fear and loneliness, and lifted up his voice piteously. From time to time his lamentations would be choked by sobs, or he would grow breathless, and in the terrifying silence would listen hard to hear if any one or anything were coming. Then again would the shrill childish wailings arise, startling the unexpectant night, and piercing the forest depths, even to the ears of those great beasts which had set forth to seek their meat from God.

The lonely cabin stood some distance, perhaps a quarter of a mile, back from the highway connecting the settlements. Along this main road a man was plodding wearily. All day he had been walking, and now as he neared home his steps began to quicken with anticipation of rest. Over his shoulder projected a double-barrelled fowling-piece, from which was slung a bundle of such necessities as he had purchased in town that morning. It was the prosperous settler, the master of the frame house. His mare being with foal, he had chosen to make the tedious journey on foot.

The settler passed the mouth of the wood road leading to the cabin. He had gone perhaps a furlong beyond, when his ears were startled by the sound of a child crying in the woods. He stopped, lowered his burden to the road, and stood straining ears and eyes in the direction of the sound. It was just at this time that the two panthers also stopped, and lifted their heads to listen. Their ears were keener than those of the man, and the sound had reached them at a greater distance.

Presently the settler realized whence the cries were coming. He called to mind the cabin; but he did not know the cabin’s owner had departed. He cherished a hearty contempt for the drunken squatter; and on the drunken squatter’s child he looked with small favor, especially as a playmate for his own boy. Nevertheless he hesitated before resuming his journey.

Poor little devil! he muttered, half in wrath. I reckon his precious father’s drunk down at ‘the Corners,’ and him crying for loneliness! Then he reshouldered his burden and strode on doggedly.

But louder, shriller, more hopeless and more appealing, arose the childish voice, and the settler paused again, irresolute, and with deepening indignation. In his fancy he saw the steaming