IN WHICH MR. THOMPSON BEGINS TO WONDER PAINFULLY


To Breyette and MacDonald that forlorn cabin was after all nothing new
or disheartening in their experience. They knew how a deserted house
goes to rack and ruin. They knew also how to restore such an abandoned
place to a measure of its original homeliness. And neither the spectacle
of the one nor the labor of the other gave them any qualms. They were
practical-minded men to whom musty, forsaken cabins, isolation, the
hollow emptiness of the North, the sultry heat of the brief summer, the
flies, the deep snows and iron frosts of the long winter, were a part of
their life, the only life they knew.

But they were not wholly devoid of sentiment and perception. They
recognized in Thompson a lively susceptibility to certain disagreeable
things which they accepted as a matter of course. They saw that he was
rather less capable of coping with such a situation than a ten-year-old
native boy, that a dirty cabin in a lonely clearing made him stand
aghast. And so--although their bargain with him was closed when they
deposited him and his goods on the bank of Lone Moose--they set to work
with energy to renovate his forlorn-looking abode.

They made short work of the rats' and the swallows' nests. Breyette
quickly fashioned a broom of fine willow twigs, brought up a shovel from
the canoe, and swept and shovelled the place out. MacDonald meanwhile
cleared the weeds and grass from a space before the cabin and burned up
the unseemly refuse. The stove fulfilled its functions perfectly despite
the red rust of disuse. With buckets of boiling water they flooded and
drenched the floor and walls till the interior was as fresh and clean as
if new erected.