<h2 id='ch_XIII'>CHAPTER XIII<br/> <span class='sub-head'>SPRING APPROACHES</span></h2>
<p>For some time after my adventure with the lynx no event worth
recording occurred and I led a humdrum, lonely life. I had much to be
thankful for, however, for I had little difficulty in obtaining game.
With the disappearance of the lynx I again resorted to traps. I was
comfortably housed and I suffered little from the cold. No symptoms of
smallpox had developed, my foot and ankle were as well and strong as
ever, and I was in the best of health and condition.</p>
<p>There was little to be done save to hunt and trap, gather fire-wood,
and sleep and eat. To occupy my time I made a large number of stone
arrow-heads and numerous arrows, for I realized that I would lose and
break many, and that when I finally started away in the spring I must be
well provided with weapons.</p>
<p>I also tried fishing in the lake, cutting holes through the ice with
my knife and spear, and setting lines which would raise a signal when
there was a bite, as I had done when pickerel-fishing in my youth.</p>
<p>On these lines I used hooks of horn which I made by grinding down the
forked portions of the deer’s antlers, where the prongs sprung from the
main branches. It was tedious work, cutting these on the grindstone and
with my knife, but the results more than repaid me for all the labor,
for I caught a number of pickerel, several bass, and a few splendid
lake-trout, and the fish proved a most welcome change of diet.</p>
<p>There were many heavy snowfalls during the winter, and had it not
been for my snow-shoes I would have fared badly. Even as it was I was
compelled to remain indoors for days at a time as the storms raged
without, and by the time the days began to lengthen and the worst of the
winter was over my hut was completely snowed under. Only the rude
chimney and the tunnel-like entrance to my door were visible, but the
deeper the snow piled around the cabin the warmer and more comfortable
it was within.</p>
<p>But if the weather kept me much indoors I made good use of my time,
and during the long winter I made many discoveries and accomplished many
things which added wonderfully to my happiness and comfort.</p>
<p>One of my greatest troubles was lack of light, for the winter days
were short, and within the windowless hut it was dark by mid-afternoon,
and I was thus obliged to cease work and sit idle for many hours each
day. The fire gave enough light to enable me to see to cook and even to
perform certain tasks which required little care, such as cutting up
fire-wood, whittling sticks to form triggers for traps, and similar
work, but the fitful, unsteady glare of the flames was not sufficient to
enable me to accomplish any fine or delicate work.</p>
<p>I had often thought of making an artificial light of some sort and
had tried torches of birch bark, resinous sticks, and other devices, but
none of these was satisfactory. The bark burned brightly and cast a fine
light, but it flared wildly, sputtered, crackled, and soon burned out,
while the pine knots made the interior of the cabin unbearable with
their dense smoke.</p>
<p>Then it occurred to me that I might make tallow candles, for I had an
abundance of fine bear’s grease and deer’s fat stored away, and this, I
judged, would serve as well as mutton tallow. For wicks I decided to use
strips torn from the remnants of my civilized clothes, and, having
conceived the idea, I immediately proceeded to put it into execution. I
knew that I would have to melt the fat and cast it in molds to form the
candles, but I had now learned to make use of the resources at my
command, and birch bark at once came to mind as suitable for making the
molds. By rolling strips of the bark around a smooth stick, wrapping
them with sinew, and then withdrawing the cylinders from the stick I
formed the molds, but at my first attempt I found the melted grease ran
out between the edges of the bark and from beneath the bottom of the
molds as fast as I poured it in.</p>
<p>For a time I was greatly puzzled to devise a method of sealing up the
cylinders, and then a happy idea occurred to me, and stepping to the
door I dug a quantity of snow and packed it solidly in a corner of the
hut away from the fire. Slipping one of the birch-bark molds over the
stick, I pushed both down into the cake of snow, and then, withdrawing
the stick, left the cylinder of bark remaining in the snow. By means of
a small, slender stick I pushed one end of a narrow strip of cotton into
the snow at the bottom of the mold, and poured in the melted tallow.
Although the hot grease melted the surrounding snow somewhat, yet little
escaped from the mold, and as soon as it commenced to thicken I moved
the wick to the center of the mass of grease and held it in position
until the tallow hardened. I could hardly wait until the tallow was
fully hard before withdrawing the mold from the snow to examine the
result of the experiment. By pushing on the lower end of the tallow with
the stick about which I had formed the mold I slipped the rude candle
from the bark, set it upright on the table, and touched a blazing stick
to the wick. Instantly it burst into flame and burned brightly, casting
a steady light about the room. I was immensely pleased, for with half a
dozen such lights I could see to work despite the darkness outside. My
joy was short-lived, however, for the wick burned rapidly, curled over
to one side, flared and smoked, and melted the candle away.</p>
<p>Evidently something was wrong, some small detail had been overlooked,
and, casting the remnants of my first candle into the can of melted
grease, I sat down to try and reason it out. Soon it came to my mind
that all the candle-wicks I had ever seen were twisted or braided. I
thought that with a braided wick my candles might succeed, and, tearing
a strip of cloth into narrow ribbons, I braided it tightly. But I soon
found the result would be far too coarse for a wick, and again I was at
a loss. Not for a long time did I hit upon the plan of unraveling cloth
and braiding the yarns together to produce the compact, firm cord which
I desired. When at last this was accomplished and another candle was
cast, with the braided wick, it proved a great success and thereafter I
never wanted for light. But it was slow work making the birch-bark molds
and casting the candles in them, and I sought for some easier and more
rapid means of making them, and kept my eyes open for something better
than the birch-bark cylinders for molds. It was some time before I
thought of anything better, but finally I remembered that as a boy I had
often made willow whistles and had slipped the cylinders of bark from
the branches without splitting them. I had noticed willows near the
outlet to the lake and soon I gathered a number of smooth, straight
branches free from knots or sprouts. At first the bark refused to budge,
for the wood was frozen, and, moreover, no sap was flowing through the
bark, but I discovered that by steaming the branches or by soaking them
in boiling water the bark stripped easily from the twigs, and thereafter
I had little difficulty in casting my candles rapidly and easily,
without wasting tallow or requiring the snow about the molds.</p>
<p>Oddly enough, my candle-making led me to two other most important
discoveries, one of which was soap, the other a method of removing the
hair or fur from hides without waiting for them to decompose.</p>
<p>I discovered how to make soap quite by accident. While working at my
candles I upset a quantity of grease on the hearth, and this, running
down into a hollow at one side, formed quite a pool, which remained
liquid, owing to the warmth of the fire. In order to cool it so I could
scrape it up, I poured water upon it, but when I tried to remove it I
discovered that it was full of wood-ashes and was soft, slippery, and
stringy. Deciding that it was not worth bothering about, I abandoned the
idea of recovering it, and proceeded to wash my hands. Much to my
surprise, the water bubbled and frothed and my hands became cleaner than
they had been for months. Then, all at once, it dawned upon me that I
had made soap—crude, greasy, imperfect soap, to be sure, but still soap
which possessed wonderful cleansing properties.</p>
<p>Any school-boy should have known that wood-ashes contained potash and
that potash or lye and water would transform fat to soap, but during all
my life in the woods it had never once occurred to me.</p>
<p>Now, however, I lost no more time. By soaking fine wood-ashes in
water and then boiling this with grease I soon succeeded in producing
soft soap which served my purposes exceedingly well.</p>
<p>It was a great comfort to be able to wash myself thoroughly, although
the free potash in the soap stung and burnt my skin.</p>
<p>But of far greater importance to me than the soap itself was the fact
that in making it I learned how to remove the hair or fur from hides
both rapidly and easily. The first batch of soap which I made was
prepared with deer’s tallow, but I could ill afford to use this material
for such a purpose. I carefully gathered together all the fat which I
could obtain from the hares, partridges, and other game which I secured.
In addition I saved all the remnants of meat from my meals, as well as
the bones, all of which I boiled together with the lye-water. Among the
other odds and ends were small pieces of skin, such as the feet of the
hares, etc., and after the mass had boiled thoroughly I strained off the
clear, liquid soap. While doing this I discovered that every sign of
hair had been removed from the pieces of skin and this fact led me to
experiment, and I soon found that by soaking hides in a mixture of water
and wood-ashes I could remove all the hair or fur without injuring the
skin in the least. Moreover, the action of the potash removed the grease
from the skin and left it clean and I was thus saved the tedious process
of scraping the hides with my knife. Of course the first few trials of
this method were something of a failure, for the lye was too strong and
the skins were weak, rotten, and worthless, but by gradually decreasing
the quantity of ashes and the length of time the skins were allowed to
soak I found that the hair could be loosened so it was easily rubbed off
without affecting the toughness of the skin itself.</p>
<p>Now that I had learned how to remove the hair from the skins, I was
anxious to devise a method of tanning them without cutting them up as I
had been obliged to do hitherto. My only means of tanning was to soak
the pieces of hide in the iron pot. But the pot was small and it was
needed for many other purposes. I could not use it while the skins were
soaking, and I was obliged to cleanse it most carefully after the
tanning, yet there was no other receptacle which would serve and I had
no means of making any. I had already thought of hollowing out a log to
form a trough, but after several hours’ work which resulted only in a
cavity hardly large enough to tan a chipmunk’s skin, I gave up in
despair.</p>
<p>Birch bark seemed to offer the only solution, but I found that pieces
of bark of sufficient size for my purpose were always full of holes and
cracks. I pondered over the matter for a long time before I thought of
making a vat, or tank, after the manner of a birch-bark canoe. I had
often used Indian canoes and knew, in a general way, how the pieces of
bark were sewed together and rendered water-tight by means of pitch and
gum. While I had too little confidence in my skill to attempt building a
canoe, yet I decided it was quite possible to follow out similar methods
and make a good-sized tank or basin.</p>
<p>My first step was to construct an oval frame about three feet in
length by a foot and a half wide, which I formed from light birch
withes. To this I lashed other withes, in the manner of the ribs to a
canoe, and then by weaving small branches in and out and lashing them to
the ribs I at last produced a sort of basket-like affair without any
square corners or straight lines. This form was not intentional on my
part, but was the result of necessity. As this turned out, it was
fortunate, for I ultimately discovered that to make a good, tight joint
at a sharp corner or a right angle was exceedingly difficult. The
framework being completed, I placed it upon a large sheet of bark and by
dint of a great deal of work and many trials I drew the bark tightly
over the frame and secured it firmly to the edges with strips of
moosewood bark and hemlock roots. Other kinds of bark were then secured
over the frame until the whole was covered, and then came the most
difficult work of all, which was to sew the overlapping edges of the
various pieces of bark together. Despite every care, I found that holes
made by my file-awl would tear out when I drew the root-threads tight,
and it was not until I hit upon the plan of burning holes through the
bark with the hot awl that I met with any success.</p>
<p>But practice makes perfect, even when one labors with primitive tools
in the heart of the wilderness, and before I had half finished with my
work I learned to bore holes with a deer’s-horn awl and to run the roots
at an angle, or crisscross, from hole to hole, so that the strain did
not come with the grain of the bark. It was slow, tedious work even
then, however, and several days’ steady labor was required before the
last seam was closed.</p>
<p>Rude and uncouth as was this great, bathtub-like affair, I was
greatly pleased at my handiwork and I was in a great hurry to patch up
the seams and holes with pitch and to try it.</p>
<p>There was an abundance of pitch and gum to be had with little
trouble, and I gathered a great quantity of it. This I melted and
smeared over the seams of the bark, and when at last I had daubed every
crack, seam, and knot-hole with the sticky mess I felt that I had
successfully accomplished a great undertaking.</p>
<p>The birch-bark tub held water, only leaking slightly in a few spots,
which were readily closed up by daubing on more pitch, and I at once
started in to prepare enough tanning liquor to fill it. Then I almost
undid all my hard work by my own stupidity, for as soon as the first
potful of liquor was ready I poured it into the bark tub and the hot
liquor softened the pitch and the tan ran out over the floor.</p>
<p>Fortunately it opened up only one seam, and this I soon repaired, but
it served to teach me a lesson, and thereafter I cooled each lot of
liquor by placing it outside in the intensely cold air before pouring it
into the vat.</p>
<p>It must not be supposed that all this was accomplished in a day or in
several days. I was obliged to attend to my traps, hunt for game, cook
my meals, cut and gather fire-wood, and do many other necessary things
meanwhile, and, moreover, I found that a great deal of time was required
to gather the oak and sumach bark. As I could only boil a small quantity
of bark at one time and as I was obliged to use my pot for other
purposes betweentimes, the work progressed very slowly, and fully two
weeks elapsed from the time I finished the birch-bark tub until I had
filled it with sufficient liquor to tan a large skin.</p>
<p>Long before the tub was quarter-full I commenced to make use of it,
however, and after removing the fur from the skins, by means of
wood-ashes and water, I had placed several hares’ hides in it. The
result was all I expected, and while the thin, papery rabbit-skins had
little strength, yet I was greatly elated at being able to remove the
hair and make leather. My intention was to attempt tanning the deer’s
hide as soon as I had accumulated enough liquor to cover it. Since I
really had no need of a second fur robe, the bear’s skin serving all my
purposes, I determined to try to remove the hair from the deer-skin.</p>
<p>To be sure, I had no second receptacle in which to soak the hide in
wood-ashes and water, but by stringing up the hide by its four corners
and filling it with water I softened it, and then, turning it over, I
filled the hair side with the potash solution. I was in some doubt about
the success of this experiment. I watched the skin with great care and
frequently tested the hair. At last I was rewarded by finding that it
came away readily. As soon as this happened I drained off the solution,
scraped and rubbed off the hair, and placed the hide in the tanning
liquor.</p>
<p>Each day I turned and soused it about and gradually it assumed the
texture and appearance of leather. When at last it was drawn out,
drained and worked and rubbed until dry, I possessed a fine, large piece
of excellent buckskin which I knew would make splendid moccasins and
strong, durable garments for use in the spring, when my furs would have
to be discarded and I started on my journey to the settlements.</p>
<p>My success was so great that I longed to tan the bear-skin with the
fur upon it, for it was a stiff, ungainly thing in its plain dried
state, but I could not spare it while cold weather lasted, and I was
compelled to continue using it as it was.</p>
<p>Now that I had the means of making leather, I was most anxious to
secure hides to tan, and I made long trips into the woods, searching for
larger game than hares and partridges. But either the larger creatures
had migrated to some part of the country where there was less snow, or
else they had seldom been in the vicinity, for, despite every effort, I
found few signs of their presence and secured still less. Only twice did
I see where deer had passed, and one raccoon, a fox, and two martens
were the sole results of all my hunts, aside from the hares and
partridges which I had little difficulty in obtaining.</p>
<p>At first I was greatly puzzled by this scarcity of big game, for I
was in a wilderness where deer, moose, bear, and even caribou might be
found, but after giving the matter due thought I came to the conclusion
that it was, no doubt, due to the proximity of the deserted settlement I
had found.</p>
<p>Ever since I had first devised my simple calendar I had kept account
of the days, weeks, and months, and now I knew that the worst of the
winter was past. With each day spring was approaching, and before many
months were over I would be on my way toward civilization and my life in
the wilderness would be a thing of the past.</p>
<p>With the thought I was filled with pride and happiness to think that
I had overcome all obstacles which had arisen, that the long
winter—which I had so greatly dreaded—was nearly over, that, after
all, it had not been such a terrible experience, and that I had managed
to live in comparative comfort and in plenty by my unaided efforts.</p>
<p>Strange as it may seem, I really felt rather sorry at the thought of
leaving the cabin where I had lived so long, for I had become so
accustomed to it that it seemed quite like home, and the woods about,
the friendly jays, the twittering redpolls, and gray-clad chickadees,
and even the dainty little wild mouse that crept forth from its
hiding-place to share my meals, all seemed like old friends. Even
without my calendar I should have known that the backbone of winter was
broken, for each morning, when I stepped forth, the rays of sunlight
were brighter, the sky held a softer, warmer hue, at midday the snow
upon the cabin roof melted and trickled down in little streams that
turned to great icicles at night, and the snow was covered with a crust
each morning.</p>
<p>Slowly, imperceptibly, the height of the drifted snow about the hut
decreased, the roof and walls rose above the surrounding surface of
white, and stumps and bushes long hidden from view jutted upward through
the snow.</p>
<p>Great cracks spread across the vast, white plain that marked the
lake; a few days later broad, black spaces spoke of open water, and
when, one morning, I heard the honk of geese, and, looking up, saw a
great, V-shaped flock of black specks winging swiftly toward the lake, I
knew that spring was near at hand.</p>
</div>
<div class='chapter'>
<div style="break-after:column;"></div><br />