The Sun Maid Part 33

The town was now emptied far more rapidly than it had filled; and early in this new disaster Gaspar had hastened to the old clearing of the Smiths and had made Osceolo, aided by a few more frightened, willing men, toil with himself to erect wigwams enough to accommodate many persons. He had then returned for his household and had been met by his wife's first resistance to his will.

"No, Gaspar, I cannot go. I have no fear. I am perfectly 'sound.'

Probably no healthier woman ever lived than I am. I have learned much of nursing from Wahneenah, and my place, my duty, is here. I cannot go."

"Kit! my Kitty! Are you beside yourself? Where is your duty, if not to me and to our children?"

"Here, my husband, right here; in our beloved town, among the lonely strangers who have come to save it from destruction and have laid their lives at our feet."

"That is sheer nonsense. Your life is at stake."

"Is my life more precious than theirs?"

"Yes. Infinitely so. It is mine."

"It is G.o.d's--and humanity's--first, Gaspar."

"Your children, then; if you scorn my wishes."

"Don't make it hard for me, beloved; harder than G.o.d Himself has made it. Do you take Mother Mercy and Abel and go to the place you have prepared. The children will be as safe with her as with me; safer, for she will watch them constantly, while I believe in leaving them to grow by themselves. Between them and us you may come and go--up to a certain point; but not to the peril of your taking the disease. The Indians are no less on the war-path because the cholera has come.

_Your_ duty is afield, guarding, watching, preventing all the evil that a wise man can. Mine is here, using the skill I have learned from Wahneenah and faithfully at her side."

"Wahneenah? Does she wish to stay too; to nurse the pale-faces, the men who have come here to fight her own race?"

"Yes, Gaspar, she is just so n.o.ble. Can I do less? I, with my education, which the dear Doctor has given me, and my youth, my perfect health, my entire fearlessness. You forget, sweetheart; I am the Unafraid. Never more unafraid than now, never more sure that we will come out of this trouble as we have come out of every other. Why, dear, don't you remember old Katasha and her prophecy? I am to be great and rich and beneficent. I am to be the helper of many people.

Well, then, since I am not great, and rich only through you, let me begin at the last end of the prophecy, and be beneficent. Wait; even now there is somebody coming toward us asking me for help."

"Kit, I can't have it. I won't. You are my wife. You shall obey me.

You shall stop talking nonsense. You may as well understand. Pick together what duds you need and let's get off as soon as possible.

Every hour here is fresh danger. Come. Please hurry."

But she did not hurry, not in the least. Indeed, had she followed her heart wholly, she would never have hastened one degree toward the end she had elected. But she followed it only in part; so she stole quietly up to where the man fumed and fl.u.s.tered and clasped her arms about his neck and laid her beautiful face against his own.

"Love: this is not our first separation, nor our longest. Many a month have you been away from me, up there in the north, getting money and more money, till I hated its very name,--only that I knew we could use it for others. In that, and in most things, I will obey you as I have.

In this I must obey the voice of G.o.d. Life is better than money, and to save life or to comfort death is the price of this, our last separation."

After that he said no more; but recognizing the n.o.bility of her effort, even though he still felt it mistaken, and with a credulous remembrance of Katasha's saying, he made her preparations and his own without delay and parted from her as has been told.

"Well, my dear Other Mother, there is one thing to comfort! Hard as it was to see them all go, we shall have no time to brood. And we shall be together. Let us get on now to our work. There were five new cases this morning; and time flies! Oh, if I were wiser and knew better what to do for such a sickness! The best we can--that's all."

"What the Great Spirit puts into our hands, that we can always lift,"

replied Wahneenah, and, with her arm still about her darling's waist, they walked together Fortward. It may be that in the Indian's jealous, if devoted, heart there was just a tinge of thankfulness for even an evil so dire, since it gave her back her "White Papoose" quite to herself again.

"Well, I can watch her all I choose, and no burden shall fall to her share that I can spare her. The easy part--the watching and the soothing and the Bible reading--that shall be hers. Mine will be the coa.r.s.est tasks," she thought, and--as Gaspar had done--reckoned without her host.

"It is turn and turn about, Other Mother, or I will drive you out of the place," Kitty declared; and after a few useless struggles, which merely wasted the time that should have been given their patients, it was so settled; and so continued during the dreadful weeks that followed.

Until just before midsummer the nurses were almost wholly at the Fort, where it seemed to Kitty that a "fresh case" and a "burial"

alternated with the regularity of a pendulum; and then a little relief was gained by taking their sick across to Agency House and its ampler accommodations. But even these were meagre compared to the needs; and more and more as the days went by did the Sun Maid long for greater wisdom.

"That is one of the things Gaspar and I must do. We must have a regular hospital, such as are in Eastern cities; and there must be men and women taught to understand all sorts of diseases and how to care for them. I know so little--so little."

But experience taught more than schools could have done; and many a poor fellow who had come from a far-away home sank to his last rest with greater confidence because of the ministrations of these two devoted women. And at last, very suddenly, there appeared one among them whom both Wahneenah and her daughter recognized with a sinking heart.

"Doctor! Oh, Doctor Littlejohn! I thought you were safe at the 'Refuge' with Mercy and Abel. How came you here? and why? You must go away at once. You must, indeed. Where is the horse you rode?"

"I rode no horse, my dear. If I had asked for one, I should have been prevented,--even forcibly, I fear. So I walked."

"Walked? In this heat, all that distance? Will you tell me why?"

But already, before it was spoken, the Sun Maid guessed the answer.

"Because, at length, through all the s.h.i.+fting talk about me, it penetrated to my study-dulled brain that there was a need more urgent than that the Indian dialects should be preserved; that I, a minister of the gospel, was letting a woman take the duty, the privilege, that was mine. I have come, daughter of my old age, to encourage the sufferers you relieve and bury the dead you cannot save."

"But--for _you_, in your feebleness----"

He held up his thin white hand that trembled as an aspen leaf.

"It is enough, my dear. Consider all is said. I heard a fresh groan just then. Somebody needs you--or me."

Wahneenah now had two to watch, and she did it jealously, at the cost of the slight rest she had heretofore allowed herself. The result of overstrain, in the midst of such infection, was inevitable. One evening she crept languidly toward the empty house which had been her darling's home and behind which still stood her own deserted lodge.

She was a little wearier than usual, she thought, but that was all. To lie down on her bed of boughs and draw her own old blanket over her would make her sleep. She longed to sleep--just for a minute; to shut out from her eyes and her thoughts the scenes through which she had gone. How long ago was it since the wagon and the fair-haired babies went away?

She was a little confused. She was falling asleep, though, despite the agony that tortured her. _Her?_ She had always hated pain and despised it. It couldn't be Wahneenah, the Happy, crouching thus, in a cramped and becrippled att.i.tude. It was some other woman,--some woman she had used to know.

Why, there was her warrior: her own! And the son she had lost! And now--what was this in the parting of the tent curtains? The moonlight made mortal?

No. Not a moon-born but a sun-born maiden she, who stooped till her white garments swept the earth and her beautiful, loving face was close, close. Even the glazing eyes could see how wondrously fair it was in the sight of men and spirits. Even the dulled ears could catch that agonized cry:

"Wahneenah! Wahneenah! My Mother! Bravest and n.o.blest! and yet--a savage!"

"Who called her so knew not of what he spake. From one G.o.d we all came and unto Him we must return. Blessed be His Name!" answered the clergyman who had followed.

Then the frail man, who had so little strength for himself, was given power to lift the broken-hearted Maid and carry her away into a place of safety.

CHAPTER XXII.

GROWING UP.

"Well, I'm beat! I don't know what to do with myself. Out there to the clearing I was just crazy wild to get back to town; and now I'm here I'm nigh dead with plumb lonesomeness. My, my, my! Indians licked out of their skins, about, and cleared out the whole endurin' State. Old Black Hawk marched off to the East to be shown what kind of a nation he'd bucked up against, the simpleton! And Osceolo takin' himself and his pranks, with his tribe, clear beyond the Mississippi; an' me an'

ma lived through watchin' them little tackers of Kit's--oh, hum! I'd ought to take some rest; but somehow I 'low I can't seem to."

Mercy looked up from the unbleached sheet she was hemming and smiled grimly.

"Give it up, pa. Give it up. I've been a-studyin' this question, top and bottom crust and through the inside stuffin', and I sum it this way: _It's in the soil!_"